August 28, 2005
I'm going to throw myself on the mercy of the court. I'm guilty as sin, but with a good reason: it's Christmas.
"Right," I hear you say, "the Duck's gone completely mad. It's August, not December; ain't no fat man sliding down the chimney tonight."
(how does Santa get into homes with no chimney and central air?)
I agree; it's not December. Remember, I work at Duck U.'s bookstore... and classes started last Wednesday. We did aboot $125,000 in sales the last five days, roughly. Keep in mind that Duck U. is a small school; the bookstore will only do around $500,000 in sales the entire year.
Yes, we did about a quarter of our annual sales in one week. And you wonder why I say it's Christmas?
So, thats why the Duck hasn't gotten done what he's wanted to do. I've been resting this weekend. Tomorrow should be busy, as the MBA classes meet nights MWTh and didn't meet at all last week, but then we'll be through the roughest patch.
...until spring semester starts, but that's next year (literally; spring semester begins in January).
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