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Friday – The Coffins
Jul. 24th, 2009 04:48 pm.
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I spent most of yesterday stuck in a room with 8 levitating coffins.
We had the training room reserved for the sales presentation class Dixie was teaching. The coffins were from the day before and had nothing to do with us. Marlene, in charge of facilities in our building, called me the afternoon before, semi-hysterical.
"I know you're supposed to be in both rooms downstairs, but we're going to have to put you in the north end and partition it off because there are still eight (unintelligible screech) in there!"
I guess she was calling me because she couldn't get hold of Dixie. Dixie was teaching the class and in charge of it; I was only in the class, not to be certified to present seminars but so I could get a better understanding of the program so I can assist the presenters in my market areas. I had only a moderate interest in things going smoothly. In fact, from my point of view, glitches such as this made things more interesting.
"I didn't understand you. What's in the other end of the room?"
"Caskets!" she squealed, "There are 8 caskets in there! They were supposed to pick them up this afternoon but they're still in there! There's no telling when someone's going to show up to get them!"
( For such pretty boxes, nobody really enjoys them very much. )
.
.
I spent most of yesterday stuck in a room with 8 levitating coffins.
We had the training room reserved for the sales presentation class Dixie was teaching. The coffins were from the day before and had nothing to do with us. Marlene, in charge of facilities in our building, called me the afternoon before, semi-hysterical.
"I know you're supposed to be in both rooms downstairs, but we're going to have to put you in the north end and partition it off because there are still eight (unintelligible screech) in there!"
I guess she was calling me because she couldn't get hold of Dixie. Dixie was teaching the class and in charge of it; I was only in the class, not to be certified to present seminars but so I could get a better understanding of the program so I can assist the presenters in my market areas. I had only a moderate interest in things going smoothly. In fact, from my point of view, glitches such as this made things more interesting.
"I didn't understand you. What's in the other end of the room?"
"Caskets!" she squealed, "There are 8 caskets in there! They were supposed to pick them up this afternoon but they're still in there! There's no telling when someone's going to show up to get them!"
( For such pretty boxes, nobody really enjoys them very much. )
