Apr. 28th, 2004

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POWERS!

A word to the wise. Yelling at me will get you jack. I will not tolerate it and I will not help you. Going on and on about how you think our methods are stupid will not garner you any favors either. Either give me the information I need or by the gods, I will hang up on you. And no, I DON'T have a problem with putting you into a voice mail if you're being rude. I cannot help without the proper info, even if you are insured with us. I don't get paid enough to put up with your bad attitude. Deal.

*snarls*

Then, to top it off, I get Mr. G again, demanding a live body to find out about a check. Good gods.

No, I didn't handle that call well. Answering my "How may I direct your call?" with a rant about how you can't reach your adjuster does not put me in the best mood. Neither will talking over me or refusing to give me the info I must have. I feel challenged and that's not good for the customer on the other line. I ended up leaving her in a sup's voice mail. I could not take the nonsense. She called back. I knew she would. My desk buddy ended up with it and was able to handle it better. I'm guessing the caller didn't ask "Can you get up and go find so and so?" No, dumbo. I'm an operator. I cannot leave my desk. The conclusion is, whacked customer. Not the first time, won't be the last. I will take a page from my buddy's book though, for next time. "I am here to help, but I can't without your cooperation. Please calm down."

This is a rare occasion. I think I kept my voice cool, but I'm not entirely sure. Heh. Live and learn.
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"Remind me again why I'm doing this?"

"Because you didn't go to Prom? Either year?"

"Geez, Candace. That was high school for gods' sake. We're in college now. You know what these parties are like. Lots of booze, bad food and groping hands."

"Look, Sher, you agreed to go. So you're going."

"I agreed under extreme duress. You had me in a headlock."

"Which you could've broken easily and you didn't. Now hold still. I want to get this curled."

I growl under my breath and hold still. Candace grins at me in her vanity mirror. How she managed to squeeze this thing into our dorm room is something the physics students would have a ball with. She rolls a lock of hair around a curling iron. I glare at my reflection. She's right. I did agree to go to this dance. "Why" is still bouncing around my head, demanding an answer. I'm not the dancing type. Especially this so called "formal" dance. Formal dances are for old people and rich snobs. I avoided Prom on principle. That and no one asked me. No way was I going to show up at one of those snob-fests without a date. I didn't need the headache then or now. And what kind of club sponsers a formal dance anyway? Cotillion? The Skulls?

"All done!" I blink and stare. Candace is grinning like a Chesire cat. My hair looks...good. She put it up in a high ponytail and then curled the tail into a cluster of loose ringlets. I can barely see the sparkly scrunchie she used.

"Wow. I'm impressed, Candy."

"Go put your dress on, Sher. Remember to step into it."

"Yeah, yeah." I stand and walk to our closet. Candy plunks down and stars working on her hair. I grin in spite of myself. Candy loves to play dress up, even now. I don't know how many times she talked me into being a Barbie for her. Although I can't complain. Her skill at second-hand shopping has resulted in a lot of good costumes.
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Dresses. I don't like them that much. See the use for them, yes, but enjoy them? No. To say I'm a tomboy is like saying college is expensive. Duh comes to mind. Last time I wore a dress was for a relative's third wedding. At least I wasn't a bridesmaid. I would've cheerfully killed to wear a suit. Heck, I'd wear a suit to this formal if I could get away with it. Candy wouldn't let me.

Oh well. At least it's simple. Black. I can see the value of having a basic black dress. Cut a little low in back, straight skirt, back walking slit. With the stockings, low heeled black shoes and a pair of gold dangle earrings, I have to admit I look pretty good. We'll see if anyone notices that my earrings spell out FLCL. And if anyone gets the joke. *chuckle*

"Ready, Cherie?" I stiffen.

"Candace, please tell me you did NOT give my full name to those people."

"I had to!" I whirl and glare at her. She looks stunning in her pale blue dress and upswept hair. That is not going to save her.

"I hear one joke. ONE, Candace, and you're watching the dragon-girl series with me. All of it." Candace's blue eyes get really wide. I can see myself in them.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."
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We put on our cloaks and head out the door. Yes, that's right. Cloaks. Full length wool with sateen lining and hoods. Mine's gray, Candy's is chocolate brown. I also happen to have a dagger in mine. No way am I walking around campus after dark unarmed. It's secured near my right hand with a quick open snap for easy draw. Candy carries mace. Oh yeah. Evening purses too. Forgot about that. Little black bag to go with my basic black dress. Girly stuff, you know. Anyway.

I drive us over to the hall where the dance is. It's halfway across campus. There's a surprising number of cars parked out front. Mostly high-end, too. Great. I knew I shouldn't have agreed. I park my Prius to the closest street light. I love my car. Only 22K for a hybrid mid size. Great for going to cons. Candace whistles as we walk towards the hall.

"I see a lot of imports."

"Expensive imports too. You sure this isn't being hosted by the Skulls?" I ask.

"Not according to the announcements."

"Well, they are supposed to be secret. Surely they wouldn't be obvious about it."

"They haven't been secret for years now."

"Point." We get to the door. A doorman takes our confirmation tickets and bows us in. Weird. The dance is being held in one of the conference rooms. They have a coat check nearby. We turn in our cloaks, get the little tickets, and walk into the conference room. My jaw drops.

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