One week in the head hunting agency.
Matt's younger brother Stanley, who recently returned from his seemed to be endless mission in Bolivia, was hardly employed, constantly unsatisfied with himself type of guy, whose occasional moan would make anybody go nuts. So when his niece, Diana, offered him to try out his skills in head hunting, he willingly accepted the vacant "job shadowing" place in Ryan O Mars enterprise.
The next day he departed to his new work, and returned only in nine days time. Full of energy, ready to conquer the world and make around the globe voyage at the same time. His first phrase was: - I'm in. - and the second one - Give me something to eat. I'm starving.
After double supper he finally began to talk.
The first head was just marvellous, - he told. - A genius head whose IQ is over two hundred with knowledge of astrophysics was required in two days. We dashed through the major universities and schools for gifted, but my sudden thought helped us to do all in time. We cornered two individuals within given scope in the online game when they were cheating, and making in-game gold out of thin air.
The second task was something extraordinary. Find a head, task stated, which doesn't want to be found and seeks the truth only in reflections. I was perplexed yet thrilled, but having known nothing about this particular head just followed my team leader into depth of unknown.
His phone rang, and Stanley, giving it a tiny glance, raced to the front door. By the time he reached the pavement, black sport car stopped near him.
My family is in a bit of a shock right now, but me, Diana Longster, knows everything about that organization. Ryan is my close friend, and I believe that I entrusted my uncle in the right hands. After all it's the best job ever.
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Friday, January 25, 2013
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Social Talk. Text 165.
(Task: write mission statement for your imaginary enterprise)
The task of developing a mission statement for Ryan O Mars Head Hunting agency turned out to be the most difficult yet, so Diana, being a very reasonable person, and having tried everything she could, went to bed with feelings of bitter despair circling in her mind.
Subconscious is very powerful thing, - she thought - maybe it will do the compilation of the facts I know, and produce me a well crafted statement? After ten minutes of annoying tumbling in the bed, she whispered some fancy economic term and felt asleep.
Waking up at six o'clock the first thing she did was writing down that sleepy nonsense her head was still digesting in the state of morning trance. Bur when Diana returned from the shower with her cup of coffee and favorite strawberry bagel from Nick's best bakery, early note instantly caught her attention.
Grayish, pencil written, letters were jumping out from the scrap of DreamWriter sticker, trying to convey it's message, which was - "There are no indispensable people."
Thought, bright a as day, raced though her mind - I knew I can make it! It's definitely the one I've been looking for.
Screaming and yelling shouts of joy she dashed to her car in the slippers and bathrobe and in several minutes was working at her office computer with all templates of master slogan she has been developing for over a month now. But sudden allarm made her raise her head. Intuitively pulling her hand she reached round and buzzing object which turned to be her bed table alarm clock.. she woke up instantly, but the answer has been already found.
The task of developing a mission statement for Ryan O Mars Head Hunting agency turned out to be the most difficult yet, so Diana, being a very reasonable person, and having tried everything she could, went to bed with feelings of bitter despair circling in her mind.
Subconscious is very powerful thing, - she thought - maybe it will do the compilation of the facts I know, and produce me a well crafted statement? After ten minutes of annoying tumbling in the bed, she whispered some fancy economic term and felt asleep.
Waking up at six o'clock the first thing she did was writing down that sleepy nonsense her head was still digesting in the state of morning trance. Bur when Diana returned from the shower with her cup of coffee and favorite strawberry bagel from Nick's best bakery, early note instantly caught her attention.
Grayish, pencil written, letters were jumping out from the scrap of DreamWriter sticker, trying to convey it's message, which was - "There are no indispensable people."
Thought, bright a as day, raced though her mind - I knew I can make it! It's definitely the one I've been looking for.
Screaming and yelling shouts of joy she dashed to her car in the slippers and bathrobe and in several minutes was working at her office computer with all templates of master slogan she has been developing for over a month now. But sudden allarm made her raise her head. Intuitively pulling her hand she reached round and buzzing object which turned to be her bed table alarm clock.. she woke up instantly, but the answer has been already found.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Social Talk. Text 108.
The one with aim for whole life.
Uncle Martin's life story is quite interesting, but nobody in Longster's family seemed to know it, despite the fact that they think they know him well.
Having got a bachelors degree in chemistry, he started to think whether he wanted to study further or not. There were not so many places where he could work those days, Vietnam war had changed everything.
It was popular to serve in the army for two years, and get paid for the rest of your live. Although not many from those who signed knew that two years in Vietnam it's like twenty years as a civil. For those kids it supposed to be fun, playing a war, but Martin was not so dumb, he knew that if he had joined the army, he would have to be highly persistent in his goals, to be one day a Colonel.
That was his dream back then, but a dream is almost a foe to reality, and when he was a half way before reaching his dream, it suddenly went wrong. Being captain only a day he led his troops to a mission, then was loud boom, and he woke up in a hospital wing.
It was the end of his ambitions and his plans for military career. He expected to be given a promotion, but instead he got a shrapnel in his head. You might guess who I am, but I can insure you that I know him well, because we were in the same squad since enlisting into the army, and by the way we were in that hospital at the same time too.
Now he has a nice factory and living in a wonderful family of his nephew, but sometimes, I think, he is wondering why he was so inconsiderate about his abilities and knowledge, and wasted them in the army, instead of his own family. I guess he has the answer to that, but it will be better if you don't ask him.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Social Talk. Text 107.
The one with arguing.
Finding a way out in arguing could be hard if your opponent is your relative. Especially if it's your spouse. Having started a quarrel with spouse you doom yourself to a long and severe dialogue, because you really know each other, therefore can use a bunch of arguments that no one else knows. Not to have such situation, you must choose proper words and know exactly how to act. That's why I bring you a list of recommendations based on my own experience.
Diana's problem solving list. Short version.
Around nineteen years ago my parents were arguing whether to break up or not, and suddenly they come up with idea of having a baby. In other words - me. I know it sounds weird, but I never wanted them to change their mind that day.
Another good example happened when I was five. Parents were unable to decide which school I should enlist. It was a huge argue, but when it seemed to have been impossible to stop them, my mother said that she loved us too much to continue arguing, and she proposed my father to choose a school instead. In the end they were asking me which one I liked the most, and completely forgot to argue.
Last big quarrel I remember, was about Stephanie's drinking habit. Finally dad got used to avoid her by staging huge battles with uncle Martin's soldiers, in the garage.
Of course there were some minor quarrels after that, but I never heard them yelling ever again, and I guess the reason we became a real family, is that we wanted to be one, we never stoped loving each other.
Finding a way out in arguing could be hard if your opponent is your relative. Especially if it's your spouse. Having started a quarrel with spouse you doom yourself to a long and severe dialogue, because you really know each other, therefore can use a bunch of arguments that no one else knows. Not to have such situation, you must choose proper words and know exactly how to act. That's why I bring you a list of recommendations based on my own experience.
Diana's problem solving list. Short version.
Around nineteen years ago my parents were arguing whether to break up or not, and suddenly they come up with idea of having a baby. In other words - me. I know it sounds weird, but I never wanted them to change their mind that day.
Another good example happened when I was five. Parents were unable to decide which school I should enlist. It was a huge argue, but when it seemed to have been impossible to stop them, my mother said that she loved us too much to continue arguing, and she proposed my father to choose a school instead. In the end they were asking me which one I liked the most, and completely forgot to argue.
Last big quarrel I remember, was about Stephanie's drinking habit. Finally dad got used to avoid her by staging huge battles with uncle Martin's soldiers, in the garage.
Of course there were some minor quarrels after that, but I never heard them yelling ever again, and I guess the reason we became a real family, is that we wanted to be one, we never stoped loving each other.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Social Talk. Text 106.
The one with letter from Stanley.
... (in the end of the letter)
Having thought about my future occupation made me think of money like of something irrelevant, and I'll try to explain why.
I was aiming Peace Corps since I was ten, after I first saw it on TV. I knew that I would need not only my will, but also a hefty bag of diverse knowledge to be in it. Having this in mind, I enrolled every evening class I could find, and since my mother was divorced, and my bigger brother Matt just entered University, my classes were supposed to be free of charge.
In four years I've managed to finish nineteen classes, such as hiking in Tundra, bandaging for newbie, first aid without first aid kit, especially hard one - making fire under rain, and a dozen of others. Now I know, that without them I would quit my post less than in a year, but, to be honest, now I know a better way of helping people.
A young man from headquarters, name Ashton, visited our camp in Peru last week. I recognised him at once, cause I saw him in the hall of some large corporation, which we were asking for donation. An expensive suit, a leather suitcase, a golden watch, all this was gone now, but what he got instead, is just a odd smirk of a guy who thinks he knows what he's doing. He quit his job, and thinks he did a noble thing. I wish he still had it, maybe he could have helped us get a donation. My dreams never come true, at least I've got what I wanted. Wish me luck.
Your brother Stanley.
P.S. Can you send me some cheese. Haven't eaten it for ages.
... (in the end of the letter)
Having thought about my future occupation made me think of money like of something irrelevant, and I'll try to explain why.
I was aiming Peace Corps since I was ten, after I first saw it on TV. I knew that I would need not only my will, but also a hefty bag of diverse knowledge to be in it. Having this in mind, I enrolled every evening class I could find, and since my mother was divorced, and my bigger brother Matt just entered University, my classes were supposed to be free of charge.
In four years I've managed to finish nineteen classes, such as hiking in Tundra, bandaging for newbie, first aid without first aid kit, especially hard one - making fire under rain, and a dozen of others. Now I know, that without them I would quit my post less than in a year, but, to be honest, now I know a better way of helping people.
A young man from headquarters, name Ashton, visited our camp in Peru last week. I recognised him at once, cause I saw him in the hall of some large corporation, which we were asking for donation. An expensive suit, a leather suitcase, a golden watch, all this was gone now, but what he got instead, is just a odd smirk of a guy who thinks he knows what he's doing. He quit his job, and thinks he did a noble thing. I wish he still had it, maybe he could have helped us get a donation. My dreams never come true, at least I've got what I wanted. Wish me luck.
Your brother Stanley.
P.S. Can you send me some cheese. Haven't eaten it for ages.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Social Talk. Text 103.
The one with music.
All of them are the same. They have proposed me limousines, corsages and even champagne, which is interesting, but their lines have no difference, besides the name. Boys can be so boring. Why Eric had to use exact words that Lori said yesterday? It made his proposal bleak and meaningful just like Lori himself, even though Eric is cute. I guess if no ask follows with at least different lines, I won't go at all. Who wants to spend a prom with bad made replica of a prince on white horse?
..evening..
I have thought that previous proposals were bad, but another three calls in two hours made me change my mind. I even can't imagine what the last one was hoping for, having dialed my number. I guess now he wishes that I would forget his name and how he looks. I bet it wouldn't be hard.
When phone rang again, I thought that such conversations even might be funny, if I hadn't tried to be serious, so I decided to try this.
- Hello.
- Hi, it's Charlie. I just wanted to ask you. Would you go to the prom with me? But I must warn you to wear comfortable shoes. Five block it's not big a deal, but anyway kicks will kill you.
- Are you going to go there? Aren't you supposed to book a limo?
- I don't really like limo, but we can take bus number sixty two. It will drop us right next to the venue.
- I don't really like proms Charles. I'd better stay at home.
- Come on Di. You know what, I will even let you listen my iPod.
(P.S. Charles is a friend of Diana from Social Talk 17. They used to work on uncle Martin's factory. And sometimes they were listening the music, sharing headphones from a single iPod that Diana had.)
All of them are the same. They have proposed me limousines, corsages and even champagne, which is interesting, but their lines have no difference, besides the name. Boys can be so boring. Why Eric had to use exact words that Lori said yesterday? It made his proposal bleak and meaningful just like Lori himself, even though Eric is cute. I guess if no ask follows with at least different lines, I won't go at all. Who wants to spend a prom with bad made replica of a prince on white horse?
..evening..
I have thought that previous proposals were bad, but another three calls in two hours made me change my mind. I even can't imagine what the last one was hoping for, having dialed my number. I guess now he wishes that I would forget his name and how he looks. I bet it wouldn't be hard.
When phone rang again, I thought that such conversations even might be funny, if I hadn't tried to be serious, so I decided to try this.
- Hello.
- Hi, it's Charlie. I just wanted to ask you. Would you go to the prom with me? But I must warn you to wear comfortable shoes. Five block it's not big a deal, but anyway kicks will kill you.
- Are you going to go there? Aren't you supposed to book a limo?
- I don't really like limo, but we can take bus number sixty two. It will drop us right next to the venue.
- I don't really like proms Charles. I'd better stay at home.
- Come on Di. You know what, I will even let you listen my iPod.
(P.S. Charles is a friend of Diana from Social Talk 17. They used to work on uncle Martin's factory. And sometimes they were listening the music, sharing headphones from a single iPod that Diana had.)
Friday, September 16, 2011
Social Talk. Text 100.
Social Talk. Number one hundred.
Having written previous social talks gave me a lot of experience in both writing it quick and writing it properly. At the NewTone we're constantly increasing our skills not only by learning English grammar, but also by using no Russian language at all. And this means that we're talking a lot at our two hour classes, which leaves you a little room for your future social talk. But such situation has two contraries in it.
If we hadn't talked about our current unit topic a lot enough, we wouldn't have learned it properly, but when we had, we might have got a social talk that looked like a reflection of our previous lesson. Which is no so bad, cause we've been using learned grammar and words. But still, having written social talk with nothing but what we were discussing, made me understand that it could have been better.
Then our third week in NewTone had started and I invented the easiest way to avoid such annoyance of mine. Having faced another social story task, forced me to invent whole new way of writing them. In that day Longsters family had been born. It has been truly long story that helped me through all my talks. I've got a family that could survive almost everything, diseases and parting, hurricanes and fires, traveling to another countries and so on.
But there was one tiny issue. Having got so diverse life from me, they also have got quite unmanageable main storyline. And it became just like in any kind of a story, main character would have exploded, if it had been a real human.
Thats why now it's not more than previous social talks, and I guess I have to adjust my writing, in order no to be annoyed by it. Cause writing social talks is fun that I cannot miss.
Having written previous social talks gave me a lot of experience in both writing it quick and writing it properly. At the NewTone we're constantly increasing our skills not only by learning English grammar, but also by using no Russian language at all. And this means that we're talking a lot at our two hour classes, which leaves you a little room for your future social talk. But such situation has two contraries in it.
If we hadn't talked about our current unit topic a lot enough, we wouldn't have learned it properly, but when we had, we might have got a social talk that looked like a reflection of our previous lesson. Which is no so bad, cause we've been using learned grammar and words. But still, having written social talk with nothing but what we were discussing, made me understand that it could have been better.
Then our third week in NewTone had started and I invented the easiest way to avoid such annoyance of mine. Having faced another social story task, forced me to invent whole new way of writing them. In that day Longsters family had been born. It has been truly long story that helped me through all my talks. I've got a family that could survive almost everything, diseases and parting, hurricanes and fires, traveling to another countries and so on.
But there was one tiny issue. Having got so diverse life from me, they also have got quite unmanageable main storyline. And it became just like in any kind of a story, main character would have exploded, if it had been a real human.
Thats why now it's not more than previous social talks, and I guess I have to adjust my writing, in order no to be annoyed by it. Cause writing social talks is fun that I cannot miss.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Social Talk. Text 60
FedEx.
Letter from Matt was unexpected surprise for his wife and daughter. They were exited and confused at the same time, they even could not moved. Just stayed beside mail box, reading.
Hello family! Sorry that I still didn't come, but I have to much work here. And if I was just a driver at the beginning, now I'm a little boss here. I have almost forty hands in my team. And it means not only big responsibility but great money also.
But what I meant to say, that I was on a Russian wedding. It was unbelievable. Two hundred people were invited, but i guess some brought friends with them, because it was massive. Bride was in a classic white wedding dress, but groom was in an awful crimson suit. Then began something barely understandable.
All people just gathered, when four buses arrived and took one half of them in one direction, and the other in opposite direction. They left me to watch over the drinks, and I watched them well.
In about an hour bride groom had returned, shouting: where is my bride? Do you saw her? Just after he passed, bride and a best man appeared, laughing. I don't quite understand why bride must be hidden, but they told that it's a tradition.
After that it was a reception, I guess. Can't remember it clearly to be honest. But it was fun, I guess.
That was truly a Russian wedding. And I didn't mention the rest of my life on purpose. Because I booked two tickets for you to Siberia.
Letter from Matt was unexpected surprise for his wife and daughter. They were exited and confused at the same time, they even could not moved. Just stayed beside mail box, reading.
Hello family! Sorry that I still didn't come, but I have to much work here. And if I was just a driver at the beginning, now I'm a little boss here. I have almost forty hands in my team. And it means not only big responsibility but great money also.
But what I meant to say, that I was on a Russian wedding. It was unbelievable. Two hundred people were invited, but i guess some brought friends with them, because it was massive. Bride was in a classic white wedding dress, but groom was in an awful crimson suit. Then began something barely understandable.
All people just gathered, when four buses arrived and took one half of them in one direction, and the other in opposite direction. They left me to watch over the drinks, and I watched them well.
In about an hour bride groom had returned, shouting: where is my bride? Do you saw her? Just after he passed, bride and a best man appeared, laughing. I don't quite understand why bride must be hidden, but they told that it's a tradition.
After that it was a reception, I guess. Can't remember it clearly to be honest. But it was fun, I guess.
That was truly a Russian wedding. And I didn't mention the rest of my life on purpose. Because I booked two tickets for you to Siberia.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Social Talk. Text 55
Dream job.
There are a lot of jobs which can make you happy. For example you can be a race driver, if your devotion is racing, or you can be some kind of office manager, but you'll get plenty of free time, beside your duty, for your happiness. Or it can be simply: "Watch this island, this piece of heaven on Earth, and we'll make you rich." But those jobs are for one person only, and there will be no other, who'll receive profit from it, except you.
My job is different. It also makes me happy, but at the same time it can make you happy too. Because my job - is to supply happiness to the people. You can call me happiness assistant, but usually they call me just assistant, because I'll try my best to make you happy.
My rules are simple. One month - one client. All that you can, is send me an email with request, and hope that I'll choose you. And we make no exceptions. Because I'm not God, I can't make whole world happy. Even with one person per day, it will be only tiny town of happy people for my entire life. That's why every year I choose another follower, who'll try to act as I do.
As for myself, I knew exactly what I'll do in next four years. This is tight schedule I must say. I tried to stop doing it, but I can't. It keeps me alive, and there is only one thing that could change it. This is true love, but I didn't find it yet...
Essay by Diana Longster.
Mark: B+
There are a lot of jobs which can make you happy. For example you can be a race driver, if your devotion is racing, or you can be some kind of office manager, but you'll get plenty of free time, beside your duty, for your happiness. Or it can be simply: "Watch this island, this piece of heaven on Earth, and we'll make you rich." But those jobs are for one person only, and there will be no other, who'll receive profit from it, except you.
My job is different. It also makes me happy, but at the same time it can make you happy too. Because my job - is to supply happiness to the people. You can call me happiness assistant, but usually they call me just assistant, because I'll try my best to make you happy.
My rules are simple. One month - one client. All that you can, is send me an email with request, and hope that I'll choose you. And we make no exceptions. Because I'm not God, I can't make whole world happy. Even with one person per day, it will be only tiny town of happy people for my entire life. That's why every year I choose another follower, who'll try to act as I do.
As for myself, I knew exactly what I'll do in next four years. This is tight schedule I must say. I tried to stop doing it, but I can't. It keeps me alive, and there is only one thing that could change it. This is true love, but I didn't find it yet...
Essay by Diana Longster.
Mark: B+
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Social Talk. Text 53
Curious case of basement boasting.
- Dad, there is some man on the phone, he's asking you. - Diana cried as loud as she could.
- I'm in the basement. And I barely hear you. - Mat's voice was echoing through the house, but Diana managed to understand where it's source was.
- Hold on a second. - She told to a man on the phone. - Dad says that he is in a basement. I'll pass him phone in a minute.
- Take your time, - unknown man said, - I'm not in hurry.
In a few seconds Diana was near the basement entrance, which was made as a hole in the storeroom's floor.
- Are you there? - she shouted into the dark passage. - There is one man on the phone, he said he wanted to talk with you. Can you take it?
- I can't at the moment, sorry. Could you ask who is it? - Mat's speech was tense and nervous.
- Hello. Dad is busy at the moment, and he asks who is calling?
- This is Kent, from his work. Can you then tell him: "We will be at the same place at nine. And here I have Stan with me. He says that he'll miss your stake, if you don't come."
Diana was little confused, but she answered as politely as she could.
- I'll try to pass words to him. - then she covered phone with her palm, and screamed into the darkness. - Dad! He asked me to pass some words to you, but could you answer him by yourself?
- Sorry Diana, I'm painting a wall here, and I'm a little bit murky.
- OK then. He said they would be at the same place at nine. And there he has Stan with him. And Stan said that he would miss your stake, if you didn't come.
- Thanks Diana. - Matt said. - Sorry for trouble, but I have one last word. Up there rules have been changed. And we can't go there any more. He'll understand.
- Are you still there? - Diana asked. - He told that rules had been changed up there. And you couldn't go there anymore. He said you would understand. And I can't stand it anymore either, so goodbye.
- Dad, there is some man on the phone, he's asking you. - Diana cried as loud as she could.
- I'm in the basement. And I barely hear you. - Mat's voice was echoing through the house, but Diana managed to understand where it's source was.
- Hold on a second. - She told to a man on the phone. - Dad says that he is in a basement. I'll pass him phone in a minute.
- Take your time, - unknown man said, - I'm not in hurry.
In a few seconds Diana was near the basement entrance, which was made as a hole in the storeroom's floor.
- Are you there? - she shouted into the dark passage. - There is one man on the phone, he said he wanted to talk with you. Can you take it?
- I can't at the moment, sorry. Could you ask who is it? - Mat's speech was tense and nervous.
- Hello. Dad is busy at the moment, and he asks who is calling?
- This is Kent, from his work. Can you then tell him: "We will be at the same place at nine. And here I have Stan with me. He says that he'll miss your stake, if you don't come."
Diana was little confused, but she answered as politely as she could.
- I'll try to pass words to him. - then she covered phone with her palm, and screamed into the darkness. - Dad! He asked me to pass some words to you, but could you answer him by yourself?
- Sorry Diana, I'm painting a wall here, and I'm a little bit murky.
- OK then. He said they would be at the same place at nine. And there he has Stan with him. And Stan said that he would miss your stake, if you didn't come.
- Thanks Diana. - Matt said. - Sorry for trouble, but I have one last word. Up there rules have been changed. And we can't go there any more. He'll understand.
- Are you still there? - Diana asked. - He told that rules had been changed up there. And you couldn't go there anymore. He said you would understand. And I can't stand it anymore either, so goodbye.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Social Talk. Text 52
On-line boutique.
It was another holiday eve. Let's assume it's St. Valentine's Day, but it makes no difference which holiday it is. Because mess is every time pretty the same. People are fussing in any shop you'll enter. The most interesting and surprising presents will disappear at once. Then you can face the traffic problem, and finally, when you'll be too frustrated to search more, you'll find it. A perfect gift...
- Are you sure this place has good reputation? I mean, you just look at the lawn. Why it's not green?
- Ha ha. Funny joke. It is a winter mammy. And I don't care how it looks from outside, while it's great inside.
- Where did you hear about this store Diana dear? - Wendy's voice was a little bit nervous.
- It's my favorite On-line shop, you can upload your body sizes in there and then choose any item you'd like. You'll receive it and perfectly fit in it. Half of my wardrobe is from this store. - Diana said. And then added, in less convince voice. - But I've never been here before..
- Why did you stopped Diana?
- I don't know exactly, but something is wrong here. Just look at the sign. It hangs up side down. And premises in not so clean as I expected.
Diana looked around, and all that she has managed to see was four dirty walls. Shop was in the deepest point of the block, and it was dead end. Finally, she spotted something, and second later started to move back. There was chalk-painted bodies on the ground.
- Mom, I think we should get out.
- Look Diana. Shop assistants. - Wendy pointed her sharp nail to the so called shop.
There was at least five or six man in same suit with badges on their torso. And they continued to arrive. It was about dozen of them already. They were wearing this crazy smile. Looking at the customers with hunger, like bunch of zombies on the victim.
- Move. Quick. - said Wendy.
- Mom, I don't like them. Why all of them are staring at us and smiling?
- What are you looking at? Freaks. - shouted Wendy, hurrying towards dead end exit. - I'll better
pay twice more, than see this shop ever again.
It was another holiday eve. Let's assume it's St. Valentine's Day, but it makes no difference which holiday it is. Because mess is every time pretty the same. People are fussing in any shop you'll enter. The most interesting and surprising presents will disappear at once. Then you can face the traffic problem, and finally, when you'll be too frustrated to search more, you'll find it. A perfect gift...
- Are you sure this place has good reputation? I mean, you just look at the lawn. Why it's not green?
- Ha ha. Funny joke. It is a winter mammy. And I don't care how it looks from outside, while it's great inside.
- Where did you hear about this store Diana dear? - Wendy's voice was a little bit nervous.
- It's my favorite On-line shop, you can upload your body sizes in there and then choose any item you'd like. You'll receive it and perfectly fit in it. Half of my wardrobe is from this store. - Diana said. And then added, in less convince voice. - But I've never been here before..
- Why did you stopped Diana?
- I don't know exactly, but something is wrong here. Just look at the sign. It hangs up side down. And premises in not so clean as I expected.
Diana looked around, and all that she has managed to see was four dirty walls. Shop was in the deepest point of the block, and it was dead end. Finally, she spotted something, and second later started to move back. There was chalk-painted bodies on the ground.
- Mom, I think we should get out.
- Look Diana. Shop assistants. - Wendy pointed her sharp nail to the so called shop.
There was at least five or six man in same suit with badges on their torso. And they continued to arrive. It was about dozen of them already. They were wearing this crazy smile. Looking at the customers with hunger, like bunch of zombies on the victim.
- Move. Quick. - said Wendy.
- Mom, I don't like them. Why all of them are staring at us and smiling?
- What are you looking at? Freaks. - shouted Wendy, hurrying towards dead end exit. - I'll better
pay twice more, than see this shop ever again.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Social Talk. Text 51
Me and my pet.
I've decided, today we'll go for a walk. Just strolling, and maybe some shopping. It was about ten when I woke up. It was nice, shiny day, perfect for two things: a little stroll and a lot of shopping. So as I said, I've decided to go out.
As always I took a light shower and even lighter breakfast. I was supposed to feed my lovely pet, but she isn't hungry today, she didn't even touch the food. So, I took my little pink purse and my pet's strap, and we were ready to go.
We visit some boutiques at the thoroughfare, and it was far after noon, when we felt slight hunger. I noticed a nice looking coffee house not far from us, and next second we were sitting there, drinking fresh French coffee with small piece of cake. People were staring at us, and my first thought was: "Is my makeup ok?". It could be only makeup, because my T-Shirt from Dior was perfectly new, and my Levi's jeans were so nice, it just can't be them.
My second thought was: "It's because of my pet." I looked at her. At first sight it was all right, but next moment I realized that she is eating the cake with a fork. It's disgusting, who is using a fork? There is no such dog in a world.
Next second Wendy woke up her daughter.
- Diana what's wrong? You were screaming.
- Sorry mammy, it was a nightmare. I was dreaming that I was a pet. And my owner was some fashionable doggy. It was awful, mom I don't want a dog any more. - said Diana Longster.
I've decided, today we'll go for a walk. Just strolling, and maybe some shopping. It was about ten when I woke up. It was nice, shiny day, perfect for two things: a little stroll and a lot of shopping. So as I said, I've decided to go out.
As always I took a light shower and even lighter breakfast. I was supposed to feed my lovely pet, but she isn't hungry today, she didn't even touch the food. So, I took my little pink purse and my pet's strap, and we were ready to go.
We visit some boutiques at the thoroughfare, and it was far after noon, when we felt slight hunger. I noticed a nice looking coffee house not far from us, and next second we were sitting there, drinking fresh French coffee with small piece of cake. People were staring at us, and my first thought was: "Is my makeup ok?". It could be only makeup, because my T-Shirt from Dior was perfectly new, and my Levi's jeans were so nice, it just can't be them.
My second thought was: "It's because of my pet." I looked at her. At first sight it was all right, but next moment I realized that she is eating the cake with a fork. It's disgusting, who is using a fork? There is no such dog in a world.
Next second Wendy woke up her daughter.
- Diana what's wrong? You were screaming.
- Sorry mammy, it was a nightmare. I was dreaming that I was a pet. And my owner was some fashionable doggy. It was awful, mom I don't want a dog any more. - said Diana Longster.
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