Mail Call Woes

Yesterday I received two packages. One package is from a Spring Gift Exchange swap I'm participating in. The woman, who is obviously a smoker, sent me a great collection of paper and embellishments. She also made this amazing acrylic book. I mentioned the smoker part because as I open the box, the smell of smoke filters through the air. It tarnishes the whole effect of what she gave because in the back of my mind I'm imagining a cigarette dangling from a pair of painted lips, ashes dropping to the floor, and eyes squinting through the smoke. I'm also thinking how the smell of her smoke from her house is in my house. Which is ruder? Me bitching about the smell on a gift or her sending me remnants of her cancer stick to my home? Hmmmm!

Seriously, her gift I opened up and enjoyed. I'm not ungrateful, I'm just a born fuss. If something does not fit my universal code of law, then it deserves to be bitch-slapped by my words. Enough said.

Now the second box I received was my order from Stampin' Up. I'm a SU demonstrator who is lazy about selling to others. In my world of stamping, I'm a hobby demonstrator. Translation: I spend an obscene amount of money on stuff I will hoard and sell a marginal amount of stuff to my friends. I didn't realize how excited I could be seeing the UPS man until I became a demonstrator. Anyway, back to this box. I spent a modest $50 dollars on 3 items. I got a 4th item free which according to the laws of business, nothing is free.

I'm in the dying throes of being a demonstrator. I would've stuck this gig out a little longer if I had an upline who gave a damn. She is supposed to support me. All she did was give me some helpful tips in the beginning and then took off to her world where I guess she figures an occassional email and a drop-off of swap rejects is her way of supporting me. I asked this lovely lady if she could help me when I was planning a big event. She said she would, but she never did. How does that grab you? It grabbed me by the neck of annoyance. If I was really someone who needed her help, I would've been out of luck. Lucky for me I can do for myself.

Anyway, my demonstrator likes to send these emails that sounds like someone on speed. Do you know the type of person who puts about 5 exclamation points after a word and punctuates their attempts at being clever and funny with happy faces? See if this looks familiar:

Hi!!!! I haven't heard from you is so long!!! How is everything? Let's get together and pick our nose for old times sake. :-) Take care!!!

Okay, are you done dryheaving over that mess? Well, she sends these nauseating emails and I would respond in a pretty regular way of corresponding with people. Does she respond to me? No. I guess by the time my email reached her, she was coming down from her bipolar high. Who knows. For the sake of not beating this issue into the ground anymore, I made the decision to let my demonstratorship die because my sales help her and I'm not too keen on hitting up my friends for sales. That is rather distasteful to me. So I have made my last personal purchase. If someone wants to buy something, I will be more than willing to help them out, but I'm not going to go out of my way to do it.