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Fashion notes from all over.

While waiting for trinnit at the airport today, I saw lots of people from Farawayistan and Foreignland arriving.

There were a couple of chinese hip hop dudes who were dressed in perfect LL Cool J style (Kangol hat + tracksuit) and Tupac (ball cap and bandanna) style.

There were a hell of a lot of Orthodox Jews.

And there was a woman who was wearing a Von Dutch trucker hat and carrying two Von Dutch leather bags, one of which was filled with Von Dutch trucker hats.

I sure hope they were fakes from Hong Kong that she was going to sell on eBay. Yeah, keep hoping that.

Or you could have Joel Grey come to your company and scare the shit out of everyone

I prefer HTML-resized Carol Channing to terrify my employees. They’re all available from Grabow and Associates, a wonderfully named organization.

EDIT: Wes Craven is also available, sparking this exchange:

ignatz: I like the idea of a corporate motivational event starring Wes Craven
zebulon_y: hehe
ignatz: “So, imagine this. You haven’t met your sales target, and we’ve put you in a box. A very small box. And in that box is a spider. It’s dark in the box, and the spider is very big.”
zebulon_y: “Here’s what happened to the last sales team that missed the numbers…oh, that’s messy”
ignatz: zot
ignatz: Purchasing finds themselves alone in the boiler room with Freddy due to insufficient cost controls

bizarre lunch triangle (slight return)

I am deeply depressed in the clinical way. Life is like being wrapped in a wet towel. I have no motivation to do things; I’m way behind at work and at home; I am not interested in food; I want only to sleep.

I think we can say that so far the new medical regimen is an unqualified failure, and this week so is everything else. No Easter service, no club show I should have gone to.

I am temporarily lifted by the company of friends even though there’s loads of bittersweet disaster there too.

It is good that I have a cat.

Everything annoys me. I realize that I have made amusing bitterness into my industry and that I need to retool. It’s the only thing that feels real, though.

The closeness I need is unavailable to me, and it’s at least partly my fault. I’m supposed to be a confident man, a bit insensitive, better-dressed, and richer. Honesty wins the consolation prize.

An eclair and two shots of Patrón Silver would be good about now, but I’ll stick to icewater and ennui.

We’ve changed some of our menus, so please listen carefully

I ordered an item from Best Buy on their web site. This went fine. I wished to pick it up in a store nearby. My nearest store had the item. I completed my order. I was told by their site that the store would confirm via email in the morning.

This morning I get an email that the store in fact does not have this item. Strike one! The inventory system is broken.

I am instructed to call a toll free number. I call, and get a moderately annoying telephone tree. I am asked to speak my order number into the phone. I do this, and I am told that my order requires that I speak with a human. The human answers, and immediately needs me to tell her my order number again. She claims that another store has the item. The cycle starts again.

1. Why was an item that was in stock after closing Sunday night not in stock Monday morning?

2. Why do all these systems require you to tell them your order number/customer number/prisoner number multiple times? Shouldn’t the rep see it on her screen when she gets the call?

3. Why did I need to talk to a human just to try to find the item at another store, when all she was doing was looking at the same information I’d see on the web site?

I wish our capitalists were better at capitalism.