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Jul. 8th, 2002 10:35 pmWellll .... A bit has happened since my last post. Stuff like vacation, grad ceremonies, grad banquets, camping, swordfighting, movies, raw fish, and alcohol. I can't elaborate on too much, because I believe that one of two things will happen;
1. People will become bored and shun me.
2. I will receive an overload of comments entitled "TMI!!! T.M.I.!!!!"
Tough noogies, then.
Three weeks and two days. Time seems to be going faster, and I can't complain. Especially when I'm at work. My boss' mood seems to be nosediving from sour to bitterly sour as her vacation time approaches. The littlest things set her off, and she likes to point the finger up (yes, up) at me, being the 'lowly receptionist'. I'm going to be very glad come Friday. Her last day for quite a while. No aestitican means a Hell of a lot less appointments means a Hell of a lot less stress for me and everyone else. I don't want to sound like a slacker at heart, though I am, but even I get tired of cleaning the freaking pedicure room AND all of her tools, especially after she asked me to post a sign saying that all of the _styists_ are required to clean their _own_ stations and tools.
Freaking obsessive control freak hypocrite.
And, for some odd reason, I chose to wear a skirt today. A short one. (Well, for me. To my knees). Showing off my lovely, pastey man-calves. Stunningly, it wasn't half bad. I still don't like short skirts very much. As I've said, you can't kick as much ass in them. *smirk*
And then I was smart enough to volunteer my services as Sparky the Firedog for a charity baseball game one a day that topped plus thirty two Celsius. Feel the brain cells in this room, people.
One consolation to sweating ten pounds off my aforementioned man-calves and nearly passing out from heat exhaustion;
You can hear the kids, the teenagers, the adults, even, chanting your name when you step to the plate for a special batter moment. You instinctively ham it up to the nth degree, dancing, overacting ... the works. You _perform_. My vision was reduced to a foot wide slit, and that was when my head was _just_ so. My ice vest had long since turned body temperature, and I was top heavy and wobbling. And when I walked out there, I loved it. Try it sometime.
On a lighter note, I highly recommend reading the Marvel comic known as Deadpool. For anyone who likes a good _comic_ comic. It's funny. It has a moral or two. It isn't dark and depressing. It's a good _comic book_. A lot of titles have lost that kind of perspective lately. I can only think of two other titles that come remotely close (Black Tide and Exiles, if only for Morph). I mean, where else can you find a comic where the 'hero' (a smart-ass mercenary) sings 'Barbie Girl' while waiting for his next target, actually takes up Sabertooth on his offer to 'scream for me', and sings this little ditty to encourage a room full of men with guns to relieve him of a crippling headache;
"I'm a little teapot, short and red,
Wishing I'd stayed at home in bed,
When I ask for a hail of lead,
Pull the trigger and shoot. My. Head." - words copyright Gail Simone.
They miss.
I'm feeling quite random, as you can see. And to top it all off, here's some ..... *Supply your own drumroll, please.* ....... Harry Potter original character fanart!!!!
1. People will become bored and shun me.
2. I will receive an overload of comments entitled "TMI!!! T.M.I.!!!!"
Tough noogies, then.
Three weeks and two days. Time seems to be going faster, and I can't complain. Especially when I'm at work. My boss' mood seems to be nosediving from sour to bitterly sour as her vacation time approaches. The littlest things set her off, and she likes to point the finger up (yes, up) at me, being the 'lowly receptionist'. I'm going to be very glad come Friday. Her last day for quite a while. No aestitican means a Hell of a lot less appointments means a Hell of a lot less stress for me and everyone else. I don't want to sound like a slacker at heart, though I am, but even I get tired of cleaning the freaking pedicure room AND all of her tools, especially after she asked me to post a sign saying that all of the _styists_ are required to clean their _own_ stations and tools.
Freaking obsessive control freak hypocrite.
And, for some odd reason, I chose to wear a skirt today. A short one. (Well, for me. To my knees). Showing off my lovely, pastey man-calves. Stunningly, it wasn't half bad. I still don't like short skirts very much. As I've said, you can't kick as much ass in them. *smirk*
And then I was smart enough to volunteer my services as Sparky the Firedog for a charity baseball game one a day that topped plus thirty two Celsius. Feel the brain cells in this room, people.
One consolation to sweating ten pounds off my aforementioned man-calves and nearly passing out from heat exhaustion;
You can hear the kids, the teenagers, the adults, even, chanting your name when you step to the plate for a special batter moment. You instinctively ham it up to the nth degree, dancing, overacting ... the works. You _perform_. My vision was reduced to a foot wide slit, and that was when my head was _just_ so. My ice vest had long since turned body temperature, and I was top heavy and wobbling. And when I walked out there, I loved it. Try it sometime.
On a lighter note, I highly recommend reading the Marvel comic known as Deadpool. For anyone who likes a good _comic_ comic. It's funny. It has a moral or two. It isn't dark and depressing. It's a good _comic book_. A lot of titles have lost that kind of perspective lately. I can only think of two other titles that come remotely close (Black Tide and Exiles, if only for Morph). I mean, where else can you find a comic where the 'hero' (a smart-ass mercenary) sings 'Barbie Girl' while waiting for his next target, actually takes up Sabertooth on his offer to 'scream for me', and sings this little ditty to encourage a room full of men with guns to relieve him of a crippling headache;
"I'm a little teapot, short and red,
Wishing I'd stayed at home in bed,
When I ask for a hail of lead,
Pull the trigger and shoot. My. Head." - words copyright Gail Simone.
They miss.
I'm feeling quite random, as you can see. And to top it all off, here's some ..... *Supply your own drumroll, please.* ....... Harry Potter original character fanart!!!!
