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Where the hell is my Christmas card?
NIKON D70 - 1/200 sec, f 1.8 at 50 mm, ISO

Where the hell is my Christmas card?

The company I work for aims to provide a very good level of service to our customers (of course). Most of our customers get assigned customer account managers to make sure we are providing them a great service. We have extended meetings where we discuss the needs and wants of those best customers, without them even being in the room. We think about those customers outside of business hours and sometimes even in the shower, we're so keen on their success. They even get a nice Christmas card from us (usually around Christmas time too).

Mostly we buy gas at Shell. They are the biggest, they always seem to have a gas station near where we live and because Gabba is a member of Flybuys, she likes to get her points when we refill too. For the most part, we are loyal buggers to Shell.

Ever since I bought my first car and in all the cars since, I reckon I we've driven somewhere about 800,000km (give or take a few km of course). Which in todays dollars that's a total of $128,112.00 we've spent in gas stations.

Let's take a conservative guess that only half of all of that was spent at Shell. It's entirely possible that over the last 20 years have spent at least $64,056 with them.

Every time I queue up to pay for my gas (which by the way, I want my own cashier now given I've spent so much) I hear you asking the goober in front of me if he's having a nice day. Thats the same question you ask me. For all I know, that dick in front of me has just spent his first $80 bucks with you.

You bastards. Not only do you not know me by my first name, I have never ever once received a Christmas card from you. Next time I'm on your forecourt, I want you to hump my leg in appreciation, dammit. I'm a very good customer.

The Photo
I love it when the moon is full. Tonight, the youngest Giblet had to do her Reconciliation at church. I'm buggered if I know what the hell that is, but I managed to talk my way out of going to find out. Instead I went down to the beach to watch the moon rise.

I haven't changed the time in my camera yet for the end of daylight savings, so this shot was taken 1 hour before what it says below.

Credit Rik with an assist.

Captured: 2007:04:03 19:24:10
Posted: Tuesday, April 3, 2007, 8:32 pm
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