May 27, 1994
Dear Everyone:
My Personal Executive Shopping Advisor (“Jeannie”) is slightly vexed
with me for forgetting to mention in last week's letter about the
sweater that she found for me. We
were shopping (of course!) and had stopped ever so briefly at the shop
that caters to ladies of discriminating taste and generous proportions,
because I had received a coupon in the mail for 10% off any purchases.
I was on the lookout for a knit
top similar to one that I had already gotten there and found to be
extremely comfortable.
“Jeannie” made a beeline for the clearance section.
Never mind that this is not in
the slightest way visible from the front of the store (you have to go
all the way to the back and make a sharp left); “Jeannie” is drawn to
the sales area like a lode stone.
In no time, she had found a lovely sweater, which was either green or
blue, depending on the light and one's personal preference.
It started at $60, was marked
down several times, and was now in a section marked $6.99.
Add the 10% off coupon and the
$60 sweater now cost $6.29 (plus tax), a savings of $53.71.
This made “Jeannie's” day.
It also made the sales clerks day
because, having just saved over $50, the sweater was not the only thing
I bought that day.
In other news…
I'm trying to tie up as many loose ends as I can at work.
With luck, we’ll be sending out
the Purchase Order, etc., for
Versatile, the software that my team will be testing as a
replacement for CRMIS, today. Once
it comes in, I'll be too busy to deal with all the little fires that
everyone wants me to put out for them. I'm
going to put up a "firebreak" marked AVOFY.
After
Versatile, Or Fix-It Yourself.
The latest news: I now have a
title. Yesterday “Ken” and
“Murray” met with a Human Resources representative to go over my new job
description. The actual
descriptions still has to be approved, but she said the title was OK.
So I am officially a "Business
Systems Analyst", not to be confused with just any
ordinary Systems Analyst.
Movie review: Maverick.
This is a lighthearted romp and
doesn't try to pretend that it's anything else.
Nor does it take itself too
seriously. Quite a pleasant two
hours, sitting in the dark with a large popcorn.
After all the news about how
"unhealthy" popcorn is supposed to be, the sizes are now:
Small, medium and "tub of death".
I always remember the immortal words of the late
Redd Foxx:
"All them health nuts are sure
gonna feel stupid, dyin’ of nothin’."
Love, as always,
Pete
PS. Of all the excuses for not
writing a weekly letter, I must award the best price to “Frankie”.
"’Larry’ tore the room apart and
I can't get to the computer until he puts the walls back up."
Impressive.
(Not that having a baby wasn't a great excuse for “Alice” & “Kelly”, you
understand. Just not as
original.)
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