"What are you going to do in November, write in Goldwater? Clearly you cannot choose the wine in front of the President, and just as clearly you cannot choose the wine in front of Romney".

WindSparrow, I love you. Totally going to use this.

I'm not posting much these days, but am still reading along when I can, and just wanted to say that Liese's post on July 4th was a thing of beauty. If I were planning on raising Rose in a church community of any kind, I would want people like Liese and JZ running the show.

I would want people like Liese and JZ running the show.

Nods.

Ion. Why am I awake so early?!?

"What are you going to do in November, write in Goldwater? Clearly you cannot choose the wine in front of the President, and just as clearly you cannot choose the wine in front of Romney".

Ahahahaha.

Slept 12 hours, yay. Feeding animals, then off to Doggies and Donuts, then the market, then helping a friend pack and clean, I think.

It's not even noon and it already feels like 103. When we went out this morning, it was like walking through soup. Ick.

I thought I was starting a great day at 6am...only to be greeted by a major f-up in the pet care company I consult to. It's so frustrating...I feel like a broken record. "When a client is upset, NO EXCUSES. Simply, 'we understand you are unhappy. Here is what we can do about it.' Period. Don't take it personally, don't push back.

We had the opportunity to sweep in to save the day with 17 dogs in close proximity...we could have been real heroes but because the pet care manager can't seem to hear me when I BEG them to not send walkers to customer service interviews, we've probably lost the whole gig.

Our walkers are great, but they aren't hired to be sales people...and with good reason. I feel like we set them up, over and over again. Everybody loses. Sigh.

Oh, bonny. That sounds super frustrating. Why didn't they call you?

I just got a text from Firecracker Boy:

If I ever have a girlfriend again, I would like Saturday m;ornings to be reserved for intimacy.

I don't even know how or whether to respond to that.

I don't even know how or whether to respond to that.

"Good luck with that"?

"Which girly mag did you get that line from"?

"What, only Saturday"?

I don't even know how or whether to respond to that.

TMI for one thing. My Saturday morning is reserved for coffee. If I lived in NO it'd probably also be reserved for walking to a nearby bakery and getting some fresh beignet.

At least he didn't text you a picture of his junk. That's the best thing I can say about the text, since it's inappropriate and creepy. But I am kind of a prude about things like that.

Oh, bonny. That sounds super frustrating. Why didn't they call you?

THANK YOU!! Exactly. Isn't that my job? But no. He can handle it...except that he can't. He's awesome in so many ways...seriously, an absolute hero. At the 4th of July parade, at least 5 groups of swooning fans bellowed out his name as he walked the three block route. Every dog loves him. He's got golden hands.

What he can't do is keep from getting defensive when dealing with nutty people.

AND, he keeps pushing back when I ask that walkers be accompanied by me, him or the co. pres. when taking important meetings. Even SHE said she didn't understand why I want this when we talked this morning. "Well, Bonny, it's not really an interview when the walker goes to meet and greet the new clients. We already have the job."

Clearly, we do not. I could name four instances in the last few months where we lost business after the people signed up because the walkers were such bad communicators.

And in THIS case, I begged the manager to send a walker I KNOW could have aced the interview, but he didn't want to for a reason I understand, but which didn't apply in this case.

He doesn't want me doing his job. _I_ don't want to do his job, but this thing has to change.

I'm just heartbroken for him, and US, over this lost opportunity. To his credit, the manager is the one who brought this amazing piece of business in the door. He was so excited, so proud...and then he went and blew it.

If I had a dollar for every time I said, "I can't fix what I don't know." I would be much better financed, I tell you what. Don't bring me the broken remnants! Let me fix it before it goes in the toilet!!

In re: fire work guy. I'd vote for silence is your friend.

That's creepy and...creepier.

Years ago, I asked some well-feminized guy friends if crap like that really worked and, bless them, they nodded morosely. "It does. It _really_ does."