Friday, July 21, 2006
A Day in the Life. Really.
Woke up at 500 am
Tried to imagine things that might cause work to close without actually causing financial or physical destruction until 540am
Got dressed, &tc.
Ate breakfast [Cranberry nut something. delicious] 605am
left for work 615am
Clocked in, sat on counter until 700am and daydreamed.
Sat in copycenter on stool until 800am and daydreamed.
Customers began trickling in, was forced to go back to no-service desk. Entered customer info into computer, copied down interesting names onto post-it until 1000am
Checked people out, argued with manager who was trying to be clever about why Angelina Jolie could not be a design diva. For one thing, she doesn't design anything at the moment. Also taught him about the differences between the fashion worlds of LA and NY. Most of it was made up. Also daydreamed until 1200.
Next shift comes in. Gets very busy. Puts next cashier on register and runs to lunch. Only good part of early shift is the aility to duck out at the exact moment that it actually gets busy.
Returns from lunch at 100pm, (turkey/swiss/mayo/bbqsauce/jalepeno/german bread sandwich, read The Revenger's Tragedy prologue in my new book) and goes to help unload stock from the back room.
Pretends to be occupied, generally brandishing scissors and poking patterns into boxes, whilst chatting. Exeunt at 2pm.
Returned terrible pink bathingsuit via post.
Fiddled with Common Application online.
Talked to BYU darling from 300-730pm about:
Listened to John and Ken podcasts from KFI until 1000pm
Also read more Revenger's Tragedy, an article about the history of Language, some Wiki articles about Mongoloid and Caucasian Skulls, learned about forensic hair analysis.
Basked in my eccentricities by writing a post about them for LJ. 1005pm
Will soon catch up on the Tour and do Laundry! Thrilling.
Little sister Sophie came home this morning from ten days in California. I want/need to visit, but I'd like to spend an old-fashioned fortnight there. Maybe two. I am currently reigning in my Alton Brown obsession. Mostly. Mainly by concentrating on the fact that when I was born he was already two years past drinking age. And that his hair is receeding. And ... It's useless. He's adorable! As long as I don't look at the burgeoning patronly stomach or the character that is beginning to show in his face. Mmm. Motorcycles. Science. Cooking. Quirky clothes. Fun hair. All systems are go.
And yes, I totally cross-posted this to my LJ as well. I felt like it. Deal. -- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 21.7.06 ) .
Woke up at 500 am
Tried to imagine things that might cause work to close without actually causing financial or physical destruction until 540am
Got dressed, &tc.
Ate breakfast [Cranberry nut something. delicious] 605am
left for work 615am
Clocked in, sat on counter until 700am and daydreamed.
Sat in copycenter on stool until 800am and daydreamed.
Customers began trickling in, was forced to go back to no-service desk. Entered customer info into computer, copied down interesting names onto post-it until 1000am
Checked people out, argued with manager who was trying to be clever about why Angelina Jolie could not be a design diva. For one thing, she doesn't design anything at the moment. Also taught him about the differences between the fashion worlds of LA and NY. Most of it was made up. Also daydreamed until 1200.
Next shift comes in. Gets very busy. Puts next cashier on register and runs to lunch. Only good part of early shift is the aility to duck out at the exact moment that it actually gets busy.
Returns from lunch at 100pm, (turkey/swiss/mayo/bbqsauce/jalepeno/german bread sandwich, read The Revenger's Tragedy prologue in my new book) and goes to help unload stock from the back room.
Pretends to be occupied, generally brandishing scissors and poking patterns into boxes, whilst chatting. Exeunt at 2pm.
Returned terrible pink bathingsuit via post.
Fiddled with Common Application online.
Talked to BYU darling from 300-730pm about:
Her personal polyamorousity
What is legal in an LDS wedding
Legions of shoes and their proper pirate-ninja-fairy-hobo ensembles
Whether or not tunics look like potato sacks. I think they often do not.
Boobs turning striped tunics into Op Art
Stefana and their intriguing possibilities.
How to pronounce Stef-uh-na
Do some second-time brides try and make their second wedding exactly like the first?
Tapas
Elevensies
High Tea
Menus for each of the above
Spent a half hour typing only in end-rhymes and loose verse
Listened to John and Ken podcasts from KFI until 1000pm
Also read more Revenger's Tragedy, an article about the history of Language, some Wiki articles about Mongoloid and Caucasian Skulls, learned about forensic hair analysis.
Basked in my eccentricities by writing a post about them for LJ. 1005pm
Will soon catch up on the Tour and do Laundry! Thrilling.
Little sister Sophie came home this morning from ten days in California. I want/need to visit, but I'd like to spend an old-fashioned fortnight there. Maybe two. I am currently reigning in my Alton Brown obsession. Mostly. Mainly by concentrating on the fact that when I was born he was already two years past drinking age. And that his hair is receeding. And ... It's useless. He's adorable! As long as I don't look at the burgeoning patronly stomach or the character that is beginning to show in his face. Mmm. Motorcycles. Science. Cooking. Quirky clothes. Fun hair. All systems are go.
And yes, I totally cross-posted this to my LJ as well. I felt like it. Deal. -- G 'Bye, Sonya -- . ( 21.7.06 ) .