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the smell of leather
Apr. 9th, 2005 11:29 pmI received my February order from BPAL. Dead Man's Hand smells like saddle leather, well worn and used. It's soft and gorgeous, subtle leather. Lots of imps to sample: Dorian, Swank, Bordello, Hellcat, Port-au-Prince, Ra, Languor, Red Devil and Moscow.
So far Dorian is very sweet earl grey tea, and bordello is soft, bawdy plum.
Today was both easy and hard in some ways. Saturdays are like that. It is a little slower, a little quieter, less all around. Two people screamed at me today.
The first was a woman. She called because she claimed to be worried about a child. But she couldn't tell me where the kids was, what her whole name was, or how old she was. The woman shouted at me, "Can't you just run the license plate or something?" I asked her if she knew the plate number. Of course she didn't. So she yelled at me about how the kid would just have to suffer and hung up.
Don't you fucking yell at me about how I don't care. You're the person who has watched this poor kid get dragged from hotel to hotel by her drug dealer mother and you can't even tell me the kid's full name? Obviously you care a lot, bitch. You care so much that you haven't done a damn thing to help this kid in eight months and now you want to pass the buck to me. How the hell are we supposed to find this kid?!?!
The second one was a crazy fucker. He has called something like fourty times in the past 36 hours. I don't even know why he got me so upset. I think it was the insinuation that I didn't give a damn and I wanted him to die. You know, I want to help as much as I can. But I am not transferring a psychotic raving person to a supervisor. It's just not happening, no matter how many times you call.
I have this instant reaction that makes my hands shake when someone screams at me. One of these days, I will just have to get over it.
I was miserable when I got off work. So I scrubbed the bath tub and cleaned out the fridge. I bought dish soap and limeade to make perfect Moscow Mules. I feel better, I suppose.
So I'm eating almonds and watching Ghost in the Shell Stand Alone Complex. God I love this soundtrack.
Something about the commercials on the television and the music makes me feel weirdly younger. That's not a sensation that I'm used to feeling. I don't know. Medicore melnacholy rock music I guess.
So far Dorian is very sweet earl grey tea, and bordello is soft, bawdy plum.
Today was both easy and hard in some ways. Saturdays are like that. It is a little slower, a little quieter, less all around. Two people screamed at me today.
The first was a woman. She called because she claimed to be worried about a child. But she couldn't tell me where the kids was, what her whole name was, or how old she was. The woman shouted at me, "Can't you just run the license plate or something?" I asked her if she knew the plate number. Of course she didn't. So she yelled at me about how the kid would just have to suffer and hung up.
Don't you fucking yell at me about how I don't care. You're the person who has watched this poor kid get dragged from hotel to hotel by her drug dealer mother and you can't even tell me the kid's full name? Obviously you care a lot, bitch. You care so much that you haven't done a damn thing to help this kid in eight months and now you want to pass the buck to me. How the hell are we supposed to find this kid?!?!
The second one was a crazy fucker. He has called something like fourty times in the past 36 hours. I don't even know why he got me so upset. I think it was the insinuation that I didn't give a damn and I wanted him to die. You know, I want to help as much as I can. But I am not transferring a psychotic raving person to a supervisor. It's just not happening, no matter how many times you call.
I have this instant reaction that makes my hands shake when someone screams at me. One of these days, I will just have to get over it.
I was miserable when I got off work. So I scrubbed the bath tub and cleaned out the fridge. I bought dish soap and limeade to make perfect Moscow Mules. I feel better, I suppose.
So I'm eating almonds and watching Ghost in the Shell Stand Alone Complex. God I love this soundtrack.
Something about the commercials on the television and the music makes me feel weirdly younger. That's not a sensation that I'm used to feeling. I don't know. Medicore melnacholy rock music I guess.