Over qualified, my addiction to Candy Cane Lane tea and the Southern Woman's guide to not punching a potential employer in the snoot

Wow. I guess that title says a lot doesn't it? Perhaps it is my lack of sleep that has made me a bit cranky or the fact that I cannot believe that some people can be such morons. Maybe it's a little of both.

We'll start out with the fact that I'm over qualified to sell shoes. Laughing hysterically here. I am the queen of shoes. *snort* how can you tell a southern woman who has lived to the ripe old age of 40 that she couldn't sell shoes. I feel 100% justified in telling that 'man' that "I" could sell a bald man a comb and if he didn't have the ability to see that well, I really couldn't have worked for him anyway. Personally, his little muttered comment under his breath when he looked at my resume gave him away. [Hell, she's over qualified for my job]Which totally means that he was scared. Totally. Hence, the moron comment. And I really don't like calling people morons but he so deserved it.

On a brighter note, I found the last six boxes of Celestial Seasonings Candy Cane Lane tea. {Yeah-I did the happy dance}And spent my last four dollars buying them out. I know it was probably an irrational thing to do but the thought that I couldn't have that tea again until Christmas sent me into panic mode. So, I'm such a bad girl.

In other news: Just working and writing. Had a funeral to go to this past weekend and I have to tell you, no one should lose all their children. Had to be one of the saddest funerals I've ever been to. My Uncle told me that apparently he'd just lived too long. So sad.