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Interview meme
Apr. 27th, 2005 06:54 pmFive question meme. If you want me to interview you just comment. :)
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lederhosen asked me these questions:
1. Why "Goddess of Imperfection"?
Ooooh I never thought of Imperfection, now I wish I had. It's actually "Goddess of Impertinence" but damn liveournal cut the name and wouldn't let me change it. The name dates back from my sillier days in high school. The entire soprano section of my choir decided we were goddesses which ment we had to decide what we were goddesses of. Impertinence was my choice.
2. If work and family weren't issues, where would you most like to live, and why?
Hawaii but not on the main island where all the tourists are. It just seems so wild and warm and lovely. I've always wanted to live there.
3. I think you've told me this before, but why wrens?
Wren is a nickname that I've had all my life courtesy of my grandfather. Wrens are sometimes known as "Jenny Wrens".
4. Do you have blackmail material on Buzzy, or his author?
Bwa-ha-ha-ha! Do I have blackmail material on Buzzy? I don't know, *meaningful look at Buzzy and his author* do I? On a totaly unrelated note, I have a few extra copies of some home made videos that I might be willing to part with to a select clientele for a very resonable price.
5. What's the worst thing you've actually done to an obnoxious customer, rather than just wanting to?
Sadly, I haven't been able to get even with them as much as I like since I really need to stay employed. There was one rude man who I managed to angry up as much as he angered me.
The ass in question asked me if we carried a very specific item in a department on the far side of the store. When I didn't instantly know the answer and offered to call over to that department, I very clearly heard him mutter "Stupid bitch". Something snapped inside and I very obligingly became the most stupid bitch I could possibly be just for him. The answer to every question he tried to ask me just flew out of my stupid little head. I suddenly found that I couldn't direct him to anything he was looking for, not even when it was three feet from him and in plain sight if he would have turned his head. Within five minutes I had *him* so confused and frustrated while I was oh so sickly sweet and apologetic that he stormed out cursing a blue streak. Best part was that I was so nice and polite that he couldn't make a complaint at me.
lederhosen asked me these questions:1. Why "Goddess of Imperfection"?
Ooooh I never thought of Imperfection, now I wish I had. It's actually "Goddess of Impertinence" but damn liveournal cut the name and wouldn't let me change it. The name dates back from my sillier days in high school. The entire soprano section of my choir decided we were goddesses which ment we had to decide what we were goddesses of. Impertinence was my choice.
2. If work and family weren't issues, where would you most like to live, and why?
Hawaii but not on the main island where all the tourists are. It just seems so wild and warm and lovely. I've always wanted to live there.
3. I think you've told me this before, but why wrens?
Wren is a nickname that I've had all my life courtesy of my grandfather. Wrens are sometimes known as "Jenny Wrens".
4. Do you have blackmail material on Buzzy, or his author?
Bwa-ha-ha-ha! Do I have blackmail material on Buzzy? I don't know, *meaningful look at Buzzy and his author* do I? On a totaly unrelated note, I have a few extra copies of some home made videos that I might be willing to part with to a select clientele for a very resonable price.
5. What's the worst thing you've actually done to an obnoxious customer, rather than just wanting to?
Sadly, I haven't been able to get even with them as much as I like since I really need to stay employed. There was one rude man who I managed to angry up as much as he angered me.
The ass in question asked me if we carried a very specific item in a department on the far side of the store. When I didn't instantly know the answer and offered to call over to that department, I very clearly heard him mutter "Stupid bitch". Something snapped inside and I very obligingly became the most stupid bitch I could possibly be just for him. The answer to every question he tried to ask me just flew out of my stupid little head. I suddenly found that I couldn't direct him to anything he was looking for, not even when it was three feet from him and in plain sight if he would have turned his head. Within five minutes I had *him* so confused and frustrated while I was oh so sickly sweet and apologetic that he stormed out cursing a blue streak. Best part was that I was so nice and polite that he couldn't make a complaint at me.
