Well so far so good. Today pretty much whipped by. New salespeople starting today. It's always so fun to watch how stiff and reserved people are on their first day. HR director was in discussing something with the managers that took nearly 3 hours. Must have been a silent auction for somebody in there.

No Gypsy Chicks for a week. Who are the Gypsy Chicks? Anyone remember Madelyne Toogood? Y'know that Irish Traveller type that beat the crap out of her kid in a shopping mall parking lot and got taped? Imagine not just one, but a whole clan of these people, and thus you get the Gypsy Chicks. These people are a trip. I see them each week, sometimes twice, to place ads for any number of cars, motorhomes, jewelry, watches and whatever else they keep parked all over their front yard.

It's not enough that these creatures of obscene gaudiness take an hour to place a 20 word ad, they ALWAYS use assumed names (as if I forgot which one they used last week, it's all in the database). C'mon people, you're from fucking ROMANIA, I'm not buying the Nancy and Don Johns (I'm serious) as your names. Do not mock my intelligence. What's worse is none of them apparently can read or write English, or so it seems, their own that they speak quite fluently.

Still worse.......the ironies of my life just astound me sometimes. Not only are these crazy kids customers, about half of their clan (about 10 from what I know) used to live a block from my house. They had more shit parked in their yard for sale than I care to ever see again. These people wear more gold than Mr T, and dress straight out of 1983. Now I didn't mind them much other than a curiosity until they circled their house with motorhomes like a fucking wagon train one day. That crap worried me a bit. I think someone beat me to the punch making that call to TheCityPeople™ (city code enforcers). They, and their chuckwagons were gone in a week. Nobodys lived there since. I dunno.

Still going here, I really didn't mind them much outside that they make my life more interesting as a people watcher. And I really don't care what scam they're pulling over Uncle Sam (or the rest of us). However, when you come into MY paper and place an ad, don't nickle and dime me over 5 bucks when you have a wad of hundreds. Pay up you pansy, and not with a hundred dollar bill either. I'm running the cash register, not an ATM.

More later......