Leftovers
Most of you know that I had convocation yesterday. A few thoughts I had over the course of the day:
- I felt like I was joining a cult/was a part of Harry Potter
- How do these people pull of 'serious academia' in decidedly foolish robes, carrying medieval weapons?
- Hoods = choking hazards
- Free food = great
- There, sadly, is no prize for runner up
- I need new friends, who are not ridiculous overachievers who make me look stupid by compairison
Also, Dad and Scott came with me. Thanks! It was a really boring day, and they didn't even complain!
Due to my busy-ness yesterday, I had no time to write. Well, I did, but I decided I was too far ahead and could afford some time off. Instead of writing, I watched Enchanted, a great movie!
Since I didn't write anything new yesterday, I will introduce you to the engagement/wedding photographer: Jim Jimerson.
I brewed a pot as I drew a bath, and went in search of the lists at the same time. Once the bath was drawn and I had retrieved a cup of coffee from the kitchen, I poured myself into the tub. I started looking over the lists, first looking over the list of people we should never hire. Apparently I was more tired that I thought, because my eyelids became very heavy, and moments later I woke up because my face had been sinking beneath the water.
Oh no, the lists! I thought. They were both sitting on top of the bubbles in the tub, with most of the writing blurred. I couldn’t even tell which list was which. I quickly jumped out of the tub, dried my hands, and started to blow dry the lists. Not all was lost, there were still a few bits and pieces visible on each. On one page was a smudged, but readable name and phone number listed underneath the word Photographer. I decided that this was the person I needed to call. I drained the bath, finished my coffee and got dressed in a navy high-waisted pencil skirt paired with a white blouse.
I dialed the number listed beside Jim Jimerson and waited. Two rings later a rather effeminate, but clearly masculine, voice answered the phone: “Jim Jimerson Studios, Jim speaking. How may I help you?”
“Hi Jim. My name is Julie York, and I am recently engaged. I was wondering if I could procure your services for a set of engagement photos.” I said politely.
“Of course you may. Congratulations. Both on the wedding and choosing the best wedding photographer in Southwestern Ontario!” he exclaimed.
Alright, so he’s a bit egotistical, but at least now I know I chose the right list. I mean, he is the best wedding photographer in southwestern Ontario, I thought. “I am looking to get the photos taken as soon as possible. My preference would be next Monday afternoon if you are available,” I told him.
“Let me have my secretary check for me,” he said. I heard him attempt to muffle the phone with his hand, and yell. “Mrs. Faux! Can you check my availability for Monday afternoon, please? Right away!”
There was a slight pause, and I heard the same voice, this time in a high falsetto continue “You have an opening at 3:15 Monday afternoon, Mr. Jimerson!”
There was another shuffling, as I imagined him to be taking his hand off the mouth piece of the phone. “I have…” he said in the same falsetto, he cleared his throat and continued in his normal voice, although slightly deeper as if he were trying to compensate for his slip-up. “I have an availability at 3:15 Monday afternoon, does that suit?”
“That will be perfect,” I said, barely containing my laughter.
“I will see you then,” he replied.
I was beginning to have my doubts about Jim Jimerson when I heard a knock at the door.
- I felt like I was joining a cult/was a part of Harry Potter
- How do these people pull of 'serious academia' in decidedly foolish robes, carrying medieval weapons?
- Hoods = choking hazards
- Free food = great
- There, sadly, is no prize for runner up
- I need new friends, who are not ridiculous overachievers who make me look stupid by compairison
Also, Dad and Scott came with me. Thanks! It was a really boring day, and they didn't even complain!
Due to my busy-ness yesterday, I had no time to write. Well, I did, but I decided I was too far ahead and could afford some time off. Instead of writing, I watched Enchanted, a great movie!
Since I didn't write anything new yesterday, I will introduce you to the engagement/wedding photographer: Jim Jimerson.
I brewed a pot as I drew a bath, and went in search of the lists at the same time. Once the bath was drawn and I had retrieved a cup of coffee from the kitchen, I poured myself into the tub. I started looking over the lists, first looking over the list of people we should never hire. Apparently I was more tired that I thought, because my eyelids became very heavy, and moments later I woke up because my face had been sinking beneath the water.
Oh no, the lists! I thought. They were both sitting on top of the bubbles in the tub, with most of the writing blurred. I couldn’t even tell which list was which. I quickly jumped out of the tub, dried my hands, and started to blow dry the lists. Not all was lost, there were still a few bits and pieces visible on each. On one page was a smudged, but readable name and phone number listed underneath the word Photographer. I decided that this was the person I needed to call. I drained the bath, finished my coffee and got dressed in a navy high-waisted pencil skirt paired with a white blouse.
I dialed the number listed beside Jim Jimerson and waited. Two rings later a rather effeminate, but clearly masculine, voice answered the phone: “Jim Jimerson Studios, Jim speaking. How may I help you?”
“Hi Jim. My name is Julie York, and I am recently engaged. I was wondering if I could procure your services for a set of engagement photos.” I said politely.
“Of course you may. Congratulations. Both on the wedding and choosing the best wedding photographer in Southwestern Ontario!” he exclaimed.
Alright, so he’s a bit egotistical, but at least now I know I chose the right list. I mean, he is the best wedding photographer in southwestern Ontario, I thought. “I am looking to get the photos taken as soon as possible. My preference would be next Monday afternoon if you are available,” I told him.
“Let me have my secretary check for me,” he said. I heard him attempt to muffle the phone with his hand, and yell. “Mrs. Faux! Can you check my availability for Monday afternoon, please? Right away!”
There was a slight pause, and I heard the same voice, this time in a high falsetto continue “You have an opening at 3:15 Monday afternoon, Mr. Jimerson!”
There was another shuffling, as I imagined him to be taking his hand off the mouth piece of the phone. “I have…” he said in the same falsetto, he cleared his throat and continued in his normal voice, although slightly deeper as if he were trying to compensate for his slip-up. “I have an availability at 3:15 Monday afternoon, does that suit?”
“That will be perfect,” I said, barely containing my laughter.
“I will see you then,” he replied.
I was beginning to have my doubts about Jim Jimerson when I heard a knock at the door.
I didn't know it was your Convocation! Congratulations, Bachelor!
ReplyDeleteHilarity is definitely about to ensue with Jim Jimerson and the engagement photos. I have to admit, I find it odd that Julie is actually doing the engagement photo thing. I thought that was some new-fangled thing that only really enthusiastic brides did - not Reluctant Brides (TM). Guess I was wrong? Or was Julie finagled into this?
Jim Jimmerson is almost as good a name as Johnaton Johnson almost
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