Rachel Nabors

02:19 am: Failings
In the end our failures and shortcomings are our own. No amount of consolation or hand-holding can put the milk back into the glass, and no matter how many time your friends try to tell you it's okay, it's not really. It's like non-biodegradable trash. You can't get rid of it, you can only put it somewhere you won't see it.

This is probably the underlying cause of most of my deepest disappointment in life. It's not a disappointment in the world at large, which I cannot control, but a disappointment in my self, which I try and sometimes fail to control.

04:17 pm: gURL comments notice
Because of a weird glitch, gURL.com's comix commenting system isn't showing my comments with the green outlines to prove they're mine. I won't be posting anymore comments until the glitch is fixed because I'm being told to stop impersonating myself :p So anything posted by someone claiming to be me after this date and time was not posted by me. But for the record, prior to this moment, I believe all posts by Rachel_Nabors and Rachel_N were mine.

Just an FYI to clear up any confusion. I'll catch up with you later!

-Rachel

Tags: update

06:25 pm: Don't turn your customers off.
Today I witnessed two different establishments do two different things to keep me from coming back. Well, they weren't trying to keep me from coming back, but they definitely threw me out with the bath water.

Case 1, the grocery store. I love my little corner grocery store, even though it smells like fish and has dirty floors. I would rather shop there with their low prices and 50's feel than at the Kroger. But for some reason, there is this one woman who is really sour, and any time I go in wearing something black, she asks me to leave my bags with her. This includes everything from my reusable colorful grocery bags to my messenger bag purse. Sometimes when I'm walking into town, I choose to buy at the more expensive but less Third Reich-esque co-op in town because I don't want to hassle with leaving my bags with some woman who never smiles and acts like she hates me for stopping in no matter how nice I try to be. How many times have I not bothered to stop in? How much of my money are they losing?

Next time I go in, I am going to ask why they don't trust me.

Case 2, the club. Recently my favorite club canceled Industrial Night. Apparently the hip hop crowd brought more people in, and one night the industrial DJs were literally booed out of the club by baggy-panted thugs. The club was a high-class joint, and that's why I went there. I could avoid being hit on by slag and savor an excellent cosmo with a girlfriend while nodding my head to darkwave. But with Corned Beef and Co down the street (slag central) instigating a dress code, I suppose their more adamant patrons had to migrate somewhere, and my club was all too eager to slurp up the overflow to make a profit. Eventually they'll realize that the new patrons can't afford anything other than beer, and they'll stop carrying good alcohol, and lo, the club's reputation and patrons will degrade further and further until it is another Corned Beef.

I went there for the music and the drinks. They killed one of those. I can get drinks anywhere else. Plus, I'd like to go somewhere where I don't feel threatened by rowdy crowds.

So I won't be going back there. Observe the power of the consumer, suffocating small business. It feels kind of empowering.