Friday afternoon I was sitting at my desk at work harvesting my crops on my facebook farmville and chatting with my coworkers before we all left early for the day. Everyone knows that working past noon on a Friday is dumb.
So we're discussing the artistic genius of Miley Cyrus's hit song Party in the USA when the main phone line rings. Obviously, it is annoying that a client is calling during an office meeting but I volunteer to take one for the team and answer.
Now let me preface this with a little sidenote. We deal with some weirdos. I'm sure anyone with a big kid job, particularly in sales, can attest to the fact that there are some weird people out there and your job as an employee is to act like whatever they say isn't weird.
So when I answer the phone and the voice on the other end sounds like a cross between a recording, a gameshow host and a radio personality my first instinct is to be polite and professional. So our conversation goes like this.... (keep in mind I am horrible at remembering conversations)
Me: "Daily Newspaper Advertising, This is Tessa."
Weirdo: "Hello, did you say this is Tessa?"
Me: "Yes it is how can I help you"
Weirdo: "Well Tessa, can you tell me, is this the student paper at State University?
Me: "Yes it is."
Weirdo: "Now are you printing a paper tomorrow?"
Me: "Yes we are, but our deadline for insertion was actually Wednesday."
Weirdo: "That's great now I want to put an ad on the front page of your paper."
Me:"OK."
Weirdo: "Do you still have a paper running tomorrow?"
Me: "Ya."
Weirdo: "Can you put this on the front page?" [Proceeds to play an excerpt from the song We Will Rock You over the phone line]
Me: [Thinks.... wtf?] "Um..." 'Awkward Laugh'
Weirdo: "Tessa do you even realize we're playing you in a football game tomorrow?"
Me: "Ya, of course!" [Reality starts to set in and I begin to realize what this conversation reminds me of, then I get a little shy....]
Weirdo: [Plays second, shorter excerpt of same We Will Rock You song]
Me: 'awkward laugh'
Weirdo: "Well Tessa sorry we missed your deadline but you've been a huge help, you keep up the good work and we'll see you at the game tomorrow!"
So I hang up the phone and look up to see all of my coworkers looking at me. What was up with that conversation? Well I'll tell you what's up.
Somewhere in Austin, Texas there is a radio station punking little school newspaper employees and getting really lame material to play over the air.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Friday, July 17, 2009
The third generation is scooting out of Skylark
I'm moving into my first apartment tomorrow and I could NOT be more excited! I'm not sure my mom feels the same way but as soon as she sees how relaxing it is not to have me around the house nagging I'm sure things will brighten up.
So I'm off to bed. I know this is a lame post but I need to atleast try to go to sleep tonight even though it feels a little like Christmas Eve when I was little.
Although this time my gift is a two bed two bath apartment instead of a Barbie.
And instead of my biggest hurdle being scooting my dad off quickly to the garage to get pliers in order to get Barbie out of her Mattel handcuffs, I have to pack, and shop, and complain, and pack the cars, and drive, and complain, and carry the boxes up some stairs, and complain, and unpack, and grocery shop, and do laundry, and set up internet, and complain and so on and so forth.
Well maybe some things never change after all....
So I'm off to bed. I know this is a lame post but I need to atleast try to go to sleep tonight even though it feels a little like Christmas Eve when I was little.
Although this time my gift is a two bed two bath apartment instead of a Barbie.
And instead of my biggest hurdle being scooting my dad off quickly to the garage to get pliers in order to get Barbie out of her Mattel handcuffs, I have to pack, and shop, and complain, and pack the cars, and drive, and complain, and carry the boxes up some stairs, and complain, and unpack, and grocery shop, and do laundry, and set up internet, and complain and so on and so forth.
Well maybe some things never change after all....
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Working Retail
Working a retail job is a strange experience. I first got my job at the mall the summer before my freshman year of college. I needed a job and the mall sounded like a place with abundant job opportunities. So I filled out a few applications, got some interviews and had a job within about two days. Sweet!
Now it's been about two summers and one Christmas break and I could happily never work retail again. I worked a five hour shift last night and in an effort to unwind, here are a few things that bother me about the job.
I was working the cash register the other day and a woman and her two squirrely kids were giving me plenty to deal with. Our interaction started with her letting me know that she's very OCD. Fabulous. So for a while we did what I call the "I-don't-know" dance.
Definition of the I-don't-know dance: Customer brings shopping bag brimming with products to the register to check out. Begins immediately by pulling a product from the bag and stating, "I wanna make sure this is 50% off." At this point, cashier knows that this product has in fact never been on the 50% off table and is its' regular price. So cashier says, the lotion is its' regular price. This must be said with a smile and a tone that says "it's our fault not yours that it's not on sale like you would like it to be." Customer shakes her head and says, "oh no I found it on the 50% off table ring it through your register." So cashier rings it through and when it rings up as the regular price, customer looks toward the employee a few registers down who has been eyeing the situation. This woman is the manager.
Definition of the manager: Woman with the incredible ability to sniff out any situation where the customer is not completely happy and blame it on the employee. Specialties include constant use of the "phone voice" in everyday conversation, micro-managing, and almost obsessive devotion to the job. This woman ranges from 20-60 and should have better things to worry about.
Continuation of the I-don't-know dance: Manager walks over and asks what the problem is with the tight smile that says cashier isn't doing her job right. Customer explains the situation and manager says that even though the item should be regular price it is probably on the incorrect table and therefore Cashier, you need to honor the 50% off price. Customer looks smug and Manager walks away as Cashier adjusts the price. Customer then pulls the other products from her bag at rapidfire pace and cashier rings items through and begins to bag. Customer stops her unloading and reaches over to grab item out of the hand of Cashier. Is this a strong smell? Customer asks. Cashier considers for a moment where this question is leading. Does the woman want a strong smell? Or a light one? Which answer will get the woman to leave the store more quickly? So cashier answers, well it's not a floral scent which are the strongest but it is a very nice sturdy scent. Cashier can't believe she just used the words 'sturdy scent' in conversation. Customer never heard the awkward pairing however because she is already over at the table looking for a floral scent.
Cashier is finally allowed to ring the rest of the items up when Customer decides the price is too high and begins to pull things out of the bag that she doesn't want. Cashier must get these immediately out of sight while simultaneously deleting them off of the register. Manager eyes cashier. More employees have come to run cashiers because of the long line which is now forming. One points out to a customer that we do free gift wrapping. This reminds Customer that she is giving her items away as gifts for Christmas so she wants all of her items wrapped as well. Customer then pulls every item out of the bag and begins to separate them into threes for gift wrapping. Cashier mentally quits her job.
After ten gift-wrapped bags are neatly placed in a shopping bag for Customer to take with her to her car, Customer smiles at Cashier and says, "It's good you make commission or I might feel bad about all the trouble I'm putting you through." Employees make minimum wage with no commission.
Customer's bag rips from the weight of the gift wrapping on her way out of the store and Cashier ducks out of site.
-Employees are expected to be HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY while making very little money to appease demanding customers and kiss butt to managers. Even the registers have little notes that say 'Don't forget to SMILE!'
-Those employees who are uncomfortable with welcoming customers to the store with a long schpeal about current sales and smiles a clown would find a little over the top, or who can't add things to a customer's bag that they never wanted in the first place find themselves at the register. I am at the register a lot.
It's a tricky place to be, sometimes everyone is so seemingly happy I end up feeling happy. And sometimes everyone is so happy I feel like I missed out on some sort of company pill. Only a couple more weeks until I move back to school!
Now it's been about two summers and one Christmas break and I could happily never work retail again. I worked a five hour shift last night and in an effort to unwind, here are a few things that bother me about the job.
I was working the cash register the other day and a woman and her two squirrely kids were giving me plenty to deal with. Our interaction started with her letting me know that she's very OCD. Fabulous. So for a while we did what I call the "I-don't-know" dance.
Definition of the I-don't-know dance: Customer brings shopping bag brimming with products to the register to check out. Begins immediately by pulling a product from the bag and stating, "I wanna make sure this is 50% off." At this point, cashier knows that this product has in fact never been on the 50% off table and is its' regular price. So cashier says, the lotion is its' regular price. This must be said with a smile and a tone that says "it's our fault not yours that it's not on sale like you would like it to be." Customer shakes her head and says, "oh no I found it on the 50% off table ring it through your register." So cashier rings it through and when it rings up as the regular price, customer looks toward the employee a few registers down who has been eyeing the situation. This woman is the manager.
Definition of the manager: Woman with the incredible ability to sniff out any situation where the customer is not completely happy and blame it on the employee. Specialties include constant use of the "phone voice" in everyday conversation, micro-managing, and almost obsessive devotion to the job. This woman ranges from 20-60 and should have better things to worry about.
Continuation of the I-don't-know dance: Manager walks over and asks what the problem is with the tight smile that says cashier isn't doing her job right. Customer explains the situation and manager says that even though the item should be regular price it is probably on the incorrect table and therefore Cashier, you need to honor the 50% off price. Customer looks smug and Manager walks away as Cashier adjusts the price. Customer then pulls the other products from her bag at rapidfire pace and cashier rings items through and begins to bag. Customer stops her unloading and reaches over to grab item out of the hand of Cashier. Is this a strong smell? Customer asks. Cashier considers for a moment where this question is leading. Does the woman want a strong smell? Or a light one? Which answer will get the woman to leave the store more quickly? So cashier answers, well it's not a floral scent which are the strongest but it is a very nice sturdy scent. Cashier can't believe she just used the words 'sturdy scent' in conversation. Customer never heard the awkward pairing however because she is already over at the table looking for a floral scent.
Cashier is finally allowed to ring the rest of the items up when Customer decides the price is too high and begins to pull things out of the bag that she doesn't want. Cashier must get these immediately out of sight while simultaneously deleting them off of the register. Manager eyes cashier. More employees have come to run cashiers because of the long line which is now forming. One points out to a customer that we do free gift wrapping. This reminds Customer that she is giving her items away as gifts for Christmas so she wants all of her items wrapped as well. Customer then pulls every item out of the bag and begins to separate them into threes for gift wrapping. Cashier mentally quits her job.
After ten gift-wrapped bags are neatly placed in a shopping bag for Customer to take with her to her car, Customer smiles at Cashier and says, "It's good you make commission or I might feel bad about all the trouble I'm putting you through." Employees make minimum wage with no commission.
Customer's bag rips from the weight of the gift wrapping on her way out of the store and Cashier ducks out of site.
-Employees are expected to be HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY while making very little money to appease demanding customers and kiss butt to managers. Even the registers have little notes that say 'Don't forget to SMILE!'
-Those employees who are uncomfortable with welcoming customers to the store with a long schpeal about current sales and smiles a clown would find a little over the top, or who can't add things to a customer's bag that they never wanted in the first place find themselves at the register. I am at the register a lot.
It's a tricky place to be, sometimes everyone is so seemingly happy I end up feeling happy. And sometimes everyone is so happy I feel like I missed out on some sort of company pill. Only a couple more weeks until I move back to school!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Sometimes you have to laugh to keep from crying
Today I had a simple task.
Take my four-year-old cousin with me on a twenty minute drive to a school, pick up the other slightly older cousin from camp, and bring them both home. Easy right?
So here we go. Started the trip off by getting said four-year-old interested in a game of dolls where we were both actually getting along. Then realized that at some point I would have to break the news to her that we would need to go out into the 100+ degree heat (with humidity) to strap her into her hot box car seat with the buckles that pinch her legs in the sauna that is my car. The news was broken with many promises to resume an even more fun game of dolls when we got back from our super short trip around the corner to pick up her brother who "of course sweetheart would probably love to play dolls with us once we all got back to the house." So I lied a little, big deal..
I also didn't take in to account the fifteen minutes it takes us just to get into the car because the little one likes to put on her own tennis shoes and my keys recently grew a pair of legs and like to play hide and seek with me whenever it's most convenient. So after stumbling down the blindingly bright driveway to the car, we were strapped in and ready to go within minutes. Ten minutes later than I planned on..
But hey, all was not lost the trip was still looking good! So I close the garage door, put the car in drive, cruise down the neighborhood street to the exit and then realize I have no idea which direction I'm heading. I mean I have directions and all, but which way is NW 43rd street? So I quickly pull over and call my mom, my aunt, my dad, my dad, my mom.
"Why aren't we moving?" comes from the backseat.
Breathe Tessa. Glances at clock.. Crap fifteen minutes later than I wanted to leave..
Phone rings. It's mom. Thank you God she knows where I'm going!
So we're off again and I realize that this drive is going to be shorter than I expected. Great! I might even be a little early, this isn't so bad! So I pull up to a stoplight and I'm sitting at a red light doin' my whole "waiting" thing. Then I feel my car go "BUMP!" from behind.
What was that! It sloooooowly sinks in, oh! that man in the truck behind me just rear-ended my car. Fabulous. Now what am I supposed to do when that happens? Glance at clock... Crap
So I pull my car over to a parking lot and hope that truck man does the same. Now what was I supposed to do when I get hit? Truck man and I both roll down our windows and I can now see that truck man is really hispanic man with a nervous laugh who doesn't seem to understand what I'm saying. Great.
"What are we doing?" comes from the backseat.
So I awkwardly get out and ask for truck man's insurance, survey the damage like I know anything about cars besides fill the gas tank when the little gas tank on my dashboard lights up and write down the information I think I'm supposed to be writing down. I am hit with an overwhelming sense of "feeling bad" for the guy who hit my car because his insurance will go up. I think to myself that that feeling is stupid and it's not my fault and it's not healthy to feel this way.
After an awkward goodbye I get in my car and we are on our way again. Glance at clock... crap.
I finally find 43rd and realize that the school is really a church/ school with four or five unmarked buildings. So I circle the school looking for a sign that advertises the camp and where twenty-year-old women can form a line to pick up their cousins. I find no such sign, and thus settle for the half-blown-down sign hung on a seemingly random fence advertising the camp. I notice that the fence is sort of close to one of the buildings but there are no telltale signs of a suburban line which inexplicably says over here Tessa, get in this line.
So I circle the building. Maybe the camp entrance is on the other side. As I drive up to this side, I notice a parking lot full of said suburbans and several motherly-looking women walking out of the entrance with children in tow. I mean the kids look young but it's a kids camp. So I park and drag the resisting four-year-old out of the car and onto the hot pavement. We enter the building and look for camp signs. None to be found. I walk to a front desk and ask the employee. Where is camp? She looks confused, then tells me the camp is being held at the middle school she thinks, and that building is outside and down two buildings.
I thank her then take squirrely child back out the door. We proceed to walk the two buildings down in the burning sun. And by walk I mean I carried her, to the camp building only to be met by another front desk lady who knowledgably told me that camp is being held two buildings down on the back side. Oh, you mean the building near the pathetic sign with no signs of human life where I went in the first place?
So we thank nice front desk lady and I take unhappy four year old back out the door and two buildings down to my car. In my arms.
We fall into the car and I circle the block once more and find a nice spot across from deserted droopy sign. Oh who is that crossing the street with us? Why it's nice stay-at-home mom who picked her baby up from daycare at the same time we made wrong stop number one and saw us go hunting down the pavement to wrong stop number two. I'm sure she didn't notice though..
I try to let her get the edge on us so she will lead the way to the magic camp door but it is a no-go. Polite mom lets the two of us go first and makes no comment as I frantically read the three different signs on the four doors facing me, hoping that one will say something about camp.
'side note- in case you were wondering, the church's womens' group is having a Mary Kay Night at the end of the month. I read about it on some door somewhere.'
I find the correct door only to be met with a completely empty room. Mom and baby walk right over to a pad of paper and start filling something out. I follow hoping for a sign out sheet. Hooray! It's a sign out sheet for camp, I'm in the right place!
I proceed to sign it. Find out it was the wrong sheet. My camper is in Group Green not Group BLue. Duhh!! I wonder if camp counselor thinks I'm there to kidnap children. I'm sure she has no worries, only adults with real inside information could ever find this place.
I go through all of this. I'm panicked because I'm fifteen minutes late. The four-year-old is exhausted. I'm frustrated. And I'm about five minutes early to pick up my camper who turns out to be having so much fun he doesn't want to leave with me.
I imagine camp counselor notices his resistance and plans to google my name under 'know child molestors' once she gets home.
Take my four-year-old cousin with me on a twenty minute drive to a school, pick up the other slightly older cousin from camp, and bring them both home. Easy right?
So here we go. Started the trip off by getting said four-year-old interested in a game of dolls where we were both actually getting along. Then realized that at some point I would have to break the news to her that we would need to go out into the 100+ degree heat (with humidity) to strap her into her hot box car seat with the buckles that pinch her legs in the sauna that is my car. The news was broken with many promises to resume an even more fun game of dolls when we got back from our super short trip around the corner to pick up her brother who "of course sweetheart would probably love to play dolls with us once we all got back to the house." So I lied a little, big deal..
I also didn't take in to account the fifteen minutes it takes us just to get into the car because the little one likes to put on her own tennis shoes and my keys recently grew a pair of legs and like to play hide and seek with me whenever it's most convenient. So after stumbling down the blindingly bright driveway to the car, we were strapped in and ready to go within minutes. Ten minutes later than I planned on..
But hey, all was not lost the trip was still looking good! So I close the garage door, put the car in drive, cruise down the neighborhood street to the exit and then realize I have no idea which direction I'm heading. I mean I have directions and all, but which way is NW 43rd street? So I quickly pull over and call my mom, my aunt, my dad, my dad, my mom.
"Why aren't we moving?" comes from the backseat.
Breathe Tessa. Glances at clock.. Crap fifteen minutes later than I wanted to leave..
Phone rings. It's mom. Thank you God she knows where I'm going!
So we're off again and I realize that this drive is going to be shorter than I expected. Great! I might even be a little early, this isn't so bad! So I pull up to a stoplight and I'm sitting at a red light doin' my whole "waiting" thing. Then I feel my car go "BUMP!" from behind.
What was that! It sloooooowly sinks in, oh! that man in the truck behind me just rear-ended my car. Fabulous. Now what am I supposed to do when that happens? Glance at clock... Crap
So I pull my car over to a parking lot and hope that truck man does the same. Now what was I supposed to do when I get hit? Truck man and I both roll down our windows and I can now see that truck man is really hispanic man with a nervous laugh who doesn't seem to understand what I'm saying. Great.
"What are we doing?" comes from the backseat.
So I awkwardly get out and ask for truck man's insurance, survey the damage like I know anything about cars besides fill the gas tank when the little gas tank on my dashboard lights up and write down the information I think I'm supposed to be writing down. I am hit with an overwhelming sense of "feeling bad" for the guy who hit my car because his insurance will go up. I think to myself that that feeling is stupid and it's not my fault and it's not healthy to feel this way.
After an awkward goodbye I get in my car and we are on our way again. Glance at clock... crap.
I finally find 43rd and realize that the school is really a church/ school with four or five unmarked buildings. So I circle the school looking for a sign that advertises the camp and where twenty-year-old women can form a line to pick up their cousins. I find no such sign, and thus settle for the half-blown-down sign hung on a seemingly random fence advertising the camp. I notice that the fence is sort of close to one of the buildings but there are no telltale signs of a suburban line which inexplicably says over here Tessa, get in this line.
So I circle the building. Maybe the camp entrance is on the other side. As I drive up to this side, I notice a parking lot full of said suburbans and several motherly-looking women walking out of the entrance with children in tow. I mean the kids look young but it's a kids camp. So I park and drag the resisting four-year-old out of the car and onto the hot pavement. We enter the building and look for camp signs. None to be found. I walk to a front desk and ask the employee. Where is camp? She looks confused, then tells me the camp is being held at the middle school she thinks, and that building is outside and down two buildings.
I thank her then take squirrely child back out the door. We proceed to walk the two buildings down in the burning sun. And by walk I mean I carried her, to the camp building only to be met by another front desk lady who knowledgably told me that camp is being held two buildings down on the back side. Oh, you mean the building near the pathetic sign with no signs of human life where I went in the first place?
So we thank nice front desk lady and I take unhappy four year old back out the door and two buildings down to my car. In my arms.
We fall into the car and I circle the block once more and find a nice spot across from deserted droopy sign. Oh who is that crossing the street with us? Why it's nice stay-at-home mom who picked her baby up from daycare at the same time we made wrong stop number one and saw us go hunting down the pavement to wrong stop number two. I'm sure she didn't notice though..
I try to let her get the edge on us so she will lead the way to the magic camp door but it is a no-go. Polite mom lets the two of us go first and makes no comment as I frantically read the three different signs on the four doors facing me, hoping that one will say something about camp.
'side note- in case you were wondering, the church's womens' group is having a Mary Kay Night at the end of the month. I read about it on some door somewhere.'
I find the correct door only to be met with a completely empty room. Mom and baby walk right over to a pad of paper and start filling something out. I follow hoping for a sign out sheet. Hooray! It's a sign out sheet for camp, I'm in the right place!
I proceed to sign it. Find out it was the wrong sheet. My camper is in Group Green not Group BLue. Duhh!! I wonder if camp counselor thinks I'm there to kidnap children. I'm sure she has no worries, only adults with real inside information could ever find this place.
I go through all of this. I'm panicked because I'm fifteen minutes late. The four-year-old is exhausted. I'm frustrated. And I'm about five minutes early to pick up my camper who turns out to be having so much fun he doesn't want to leave with me.
I imagine camp counselor notices his resistance and plans to google my name under 'know child molestors' once she gets home.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Summa Summatime
This morning I woke up at 8:30 when my alarm went off. And then I walked into the living room and looked at the clock. And it was 10:30. How is that possible!?
Other than that, I had a pretty good day. I actually took my A.D.D. medicine today which meant that I finally cleaned my bedroom and the office of all the crap I brought home from school. And that pretty much took my whole day. Thrilling huh?! And people wonder why I don't blog all that often..
On the money front..
Desperately hanging on to everything I've got because in less than two months I have some bills to pay! YIKES!! And as of yet, I have a part-time job at Bath and Body Works which pretty much won't start until June, and a lot of tries for a second part-time job. I always forget to plan for summer and then I end up at home with nothing fun going on. Poo. But I do have a great job, apartment and lots of friends after these short months so I think I'll be able to stick it out. Just don't ask me to buy you anything.
On the family front..
Two cousins graduating! It's crazy! When did we all grow up? I feel like we shouldn't be allowed to be this old. I mean there's always Ang who decided to be a douche (sp?) and get married but Riley is cool so we forgave her. But she's always seemed old. My cousins and I, we seemed young. Much too young for jobs and choices and moving away. But I am very proud of them, they are two beautiful, accomplished women and I am so blessed that not only are they my family, but they're my friends as well :)
On the weight front..
It is intense at my house. Pretty much all I have changed since the weigh in is my eating habits, (Except for that nine cookie day) and I've lost four pounds which I am very happy with. Goal for next week: throw in a little exercise.
Other than that, I had a pretty good day. I actually took my A.D.D. medicine today which meant that I finally cleaned my bedroom and the office of all the crap I brought home from school. And that pretty much took my whole day. Thrilling huh?! And people wonder why I don't blog all that often..
On the money front..
Desperately hanging on to everything I've got because in less than two months I have some bills to pay! YIKES!! And as of yet, I have a part-time job at Bath and Body Works which pretty much won't start until June, and a lot of tries for a second part-time job. I always forget to plan for summer and then I end up at home with nothing fun going on. Poo. But I do have a great job, apartment and lots of friends after these short months so I think I'll be able to stick it out. Just don't ask me to buy you anything.
On the family front..
Two cousins graduating! It's crazy! When did we all grow up? I feel like we shouldn't be allowed to be this old. I mean there's always Ang who decided to be a douche (sp?) and get married but Riley is cool so we forgave her. But she's always seemed old. My cousins and I, we seemed young. Much too young for jobs and choices and moving away. But I am very proud of them, they are two beautiful, accomplished women and I am so blessed that not only are they my family, but they're my friends as well :)
On the weight front..
It is intense at my house. Pretty much all I have changed since the weigh in is my eating habits, (Except for that nine cookie day) and I've lost four pounds which I am very happy with. Goal for next week: throw in a little exercise.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Early this morning..
..I got up to weigh myself with my best friend. Then we signed this...
Lookin’ Sexy Contract
I, ________________________, with the signing of this contract do agree to abide by the rules set forward by this agreement.
The rules of the agreement are as follows:
Name of my best friend and Tessa SoandSo agree that on May 5, 2009 each will be weighed in the presence of each other, and that weight will be recorded on this contract. From this point on, it is up to each participant’s own discretion as to how much weight they will lose and in what way. Eating disorders are discouraged. Participants are not required to give updates on how much weight they have lost during the competition, but it is allowed if they choose to do so. The competition will take place between the dates of May 5, 2009 and July 26, 2009 (the Sunday before Work Week). Upon completion of the competition, the two participants will once again be weighed in the presence of one another, and their final weight will be recorded on this contract.
The winner of the competition will be the participant who loses the most weight in pounds during the competition period. The loser of the competition, by the signing of this contract, agrees to purchase the winner a pair of designer jeans. The exact pair is up to the discretion of the winner, but both competitors have a final say in the selection. The suggested price is about $200.
Both competitors hereby agree that at the conclusion of this competition, neither will make any of their other friends feel bad for not having bodies as rockin’ as theirs.
I hereby agree to abide by the rules as stated above, and do declare that the weight listed below is my correct weight as of May 5, 2009.
_________________________________________ _____________ ________
Signature of Participant Date Weight
I hereby agree that I have followed the rules as stated above throughout the duration of this competition, and do declare that the weight listed below is my correct weight as of July 26, 2009.
_________________________________________ _____________ ________
Signature of Participant Date Weight
So I now officially weigh like 16 pounds more than her. Sick! But I hope that she realizes that that just means that now, it's ON!!
Lookin’ Sexy Contract
I, ________________________, with the signing of this contract do agree to abide by the rules set forward by this agreement.
The rules of the agreement are as follows:
Name of my best friend and Tessa SoandSo agree that on May 5, 2009 each will be weighed in the presence of each other, and that weight will be recorded on this contract. From this point on, it is up to each participant’s own discretion as to how much weight they will lose and in what way. Eating disorders are discouraged. Participants are not required to give updates on how much weight they have lost during the competition, but it is allowed if they choose to do so. The competition will take place between the dates of May 5, 2009 and July 26, 2009 (the Sunday before Work Week). Upon completion of the competition, the two participants will once again be weighed in the presence of one another, and their final weight will be recorded on this contract.
The winner of the competition will be the participant who loses the most weight in pounds during the competition period. The loser of the competition, by the signing of this contract, agrees to purchase the winner a pair of designer jeans. The exact pair is up to the discretion of the winner, but both competitors have a final say in the selection. The suggested price is about $200.
Both competitors hereby agree that at the conclusion of this competition, neither will make any of their other friends feel bad for not having bodies as rockin’ as theirs.
I hereby agree to abide by the rules as stated above, and do declare that the weight listed below is my correct weight as of May 5, 2009.
_________________________________________ _____________ ________
Signature of Participant Date Weight
I hereby agree that I have followed the rules as stated above throughout the duration of this competition, and do declare that the weight listed below is my correct weight as of July 26, 2009.
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Signature of Participant Date Weight
So I now officially weigh like 16 pounds more than her. Sick! But I hope that she realizes that that just means that now, it's ON!!
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