ODILE Ille c u soon cuz even though... your still my arguing partner

MY NEW BED!

They will all be ghosts, as flashing jacklights are tossed over board in arctic twilight, while the midnight sun sets. I will be here wondering how colby is fairing at giddens day camp, has he threatened to kill my replacement yet, I certainly hope so. Those days will fade as salmon the size of kindergardeners come up over the power roller. I suppose I never stood a chance, anywhere that I was required to smile proffesionally is a place I just wouldnt last. My distain for a 9 to 5 is related to the phenomenon of the Professional Smile, a national pandemic in the service industry; and no place in my experience have I been on the receiving end of as many Professional Smiles as I am as a childcare proffesional. But also back at land at banks, restaurants, airline ticket counters, on and on. You know this smile: the strenuous contraction of circumoral fascia with incomplete zygomatic involvement, the smile that doesn't quite reach the smiler's eyes and that signifies nothing more than a calculated attempt to advance the smiler's own interests by pretending to like the smilee.
Why do employers and supervisors force professional service people to broadcast the Professional Smile? Am I the only consumer in whom high doses of such a smile produce despair? Am I the only person who's sure that the growing number of cases in which totally average-looking people suddenly open up with automatic weapons in shopping malls and insurance offices and medical complexes and McDonald'ses is somehow causally related to the fact that these venues are well-known dissemination-loci of the Professional Smile?

Who do they think is fooled by the Professional Smile?

And yet the Professional Smile's absence now also causes despair. Anybody who has ever bought a pack of gum at a seattle cigar store or asked for something to be stamped FRAGILE at a Alaska airlines freight office or tried to obtain a glass of water from a South Boston waitress knows well the soul-crushing effect of a service worker's scowl, i.e. the humiliation and resentment of being denied the Professional Smile. And the Professional Smile has by now skewed even my resentment at the dreaded Professional Scowl: I walk away from the seattle tobacconist resenting not the counterman's character or absence of goodwill but his lack of professionalism in denying me the Smile. What a fucking mess. And Bay permits climb and climb and I despair of ever owning my own boat, but the fear of not owning a boat is much smaller, much much smaller than what chased me up here in the first place, ...The proffesional smaile, I wont give or get one for 4 months the only cost is not getting to argue with odile