lark
hmmm I sometimes wait days to open tarot packages...I have to emotionally work my way up to it....I love the torture of expectation.
Le Fanu said:You sat on your hands while driving?
canid said:What's a SAHM? And my mail comes to my home too. Sometimes I wish I had a po box & wouldn't have to wait on a mail carrier's schedule. We're at the end of it.
Oh that's all right then...canid said:Don't worry, I'm insured.
OMG, did you hear that? How? I mean why? I mean, what on earth...lark said:hmmm I sometimes wait days to open tarot packages...I have to emotionally work my way up to it....I love the torture of expectation.
Le Fanu said:What's that Oprah campaign; don't text and drive? What about "don't tear open tarot packages while driving"!
Take the pledge!
I used to have my own office--and a nice one at that, with a grand view of the Empire State building--but we have switched to an open floor plan. Many companies are doing that these days. When I had an office, I would partake in the same enjoyment as you, but now I have two options:Le Fanu said:I am among the first to arrive at work and as most of my decks get sent to work where there is always a secretary there to receive them, I go into the privacy of my office and open up uninterrupted. If it were later in the day I wouldn't get a minute's peace and would never be able to open them.
So often the secretaries are wittering on at me about something or other and I have a goodie package under my arm from an AT trade or Alida or baba store or something and I just want to slap them and run to my ofiice, tear open and GORGE like that Queen (of Swords?) in the Barbara Walker Tarot!
Reacting to a new deck is such a private matter, I try to avoid opening in public. But there have been spectacular fails, like stopping in the middle of the street and just not being able to control oneself!
I am laughing [silently in my cubicle]. See muttering to oneself comment above.hunter said:My addiction is out of control. I'm not a closet reader, and am no better than a drinker who drinks in public. My problem is right out here for all to see. At least I have not curled up in a corner yet, cuddling my deck, because I am too overcome to make it home. Is that the next step for some of us?
My postwoman knows too. I work from home on Fridays and if multiple packages arrive, I am there to great her. I greedily take everything and start opening on the way to the kitchen since I, too, almost always need a knife or scissor to open trade packages.canid said:Yep, I'm right there with ya. Except for the highrises. If it comes by mail, I'm usually expecting it & greeting my mailman at the road, who now 'knows'. Then I'm ripping into it & by the time I reach the front door I've got packages & parcels hanging from my mouth & under my arms, trying to reach the treasure, which is usually open before I go through the door if I can pull that blessed tab. Don't you just hate it when the tab on the shrink wrap isn't working properly? You have to go get a knife, carefully insert it hoping not to scratch a card...
MysticalMoose said:.
if I'm at work when Postie tries to deliver something thats too big or requires a signature I have to collect next day from the local sorting office