It is really displeasing to overhear your lunch server and her coworkers discussing all of the people they know that have recently acquired staph infections. This took pace, of course, in the middle-turned-into-end of my meal.

At the other end of the restaurant one of the cooks was talking to a couple of marine recruiters. She told them how she tried to dissuade her niece from joining the navy. One of the recruiters haughtily responded with, "well would you rather she work here?" As if those were the only two options. The military or a career at Steak and Shake.

Jon

No one ever got post traumatic stress disorder working at Steak and Shake.

Menial jobs can suck, yes, but aren't necessarily deserving of the derision of middle class fucks.

Dear Marine Recruiter: Fix your own food, shithead.

I am now officially a middle class fuck- I own a house, have good credit, and I have a jobby job.

I do less work for more money than I have in my entire life. When I put roofs on houses, I made shit money and did more work in a day and a half than I do in six months of this sitting at a desk shit.

People don't seem to get this. I don't understand it.

I meant to post this yesterday:

I attempted to go shopping for a few remaining items that we need for our new apartment, and made a stop at T.J. Maxx to scavenge the housewares department.

Over in the cookbooks aisle, a Latina lady with two children in tow passed by, very uncomfortably teaching her children how to pronounce the word, "gang." They were trying very hard to read their "Scooby Doo and The Gang..." book and didn't seem to understand that word in particular. The conversation went something like this:

"Scooby Doo and the...???"

"Gang."

"G. ggg...aaahhhn?"

"No, GANG."

"Gang. Gang gang gang GANNNNNGGGGG!"

After trying on a few clothing items, I walked to the dressing room attendant to hand my "number" and my failed choices back to the person working at the desk. Rather than, "did any of those items work out for you," or, "can I help you find anything ," I got the spontaneous excited reaction of:

"OH MY GOD!!!! YOUR LIPS ARE SO PRETTY!!!!"

I handed my clothing over and said thank you, and the obviously embarrassed lady (who l'm guessing suffers from Non-filtered Conversation Syndrome, much like myself) timidly supplemented the attempted complement with, "I'm sorry...I just...I like make-up."

I smiled and laughed and told her, "It's okay--so do I!" as I walked to the register to pay for my praline and blueberry syrups, capers, black 1940s-esque dress and Enid shirt. I escaped the clusterfuck of humanity and Christmas music to make my way home, knowing that at least, above all other things, I have a purdee mouth.

When I got to work today, almost all of our systems were down. Turns out our servers in the north Seattle area had to be evacuated and shut off due to flood warnings. So after two hours, they gave everyone in my department the option of going home early. You could take it unpaid, or use PTO for the hours. I took it unpaid.

In my time off today, I cleaned up the practice space a bit, found out my M88 I got off Ebay isn't working (see Tech), then went to the restaurant my fiance just started working at for lunch. Had a really go Mozzarella and mushroom garden burger.

Barbo wrote:As if those were the only two options. The military or a career at Steak and Shake.

Well, if you happen to have a Sirloin Stockade you can get the best of both worlds!

i had my first snotted into coffe moment.

backline: i have been really sick for two weeks now. sore throat, lots of snot in the morning and night. i am self employed so i cannot call in. at work, i just sit down at my desk with my first cup of coffee, my client says to me, "what do you think of that last take?" me, taking a first awesome pull of coffee, listening...exploding snot sneeze as i am taking in my coffee. i have tails of snot coffee hanging from my face. no tissue type of paper around, i just kinda sling my trails of snot back into my coffee cup as i hold the cup up under my nose and walk out of the control room to the bathroom. i was laughing at myself pretty good the whole way.

i also have a new roomate with some interesting cats. they are brother and sister, they are named: doctor handsome and miss pretty. they are some type of lilac siamese cats. doctor handsome has decided to piss into the stove top, enough times that it is a real fucking pain, but not too much as we really are laughing at what is gonna happen when we turn the stove on. burnt cat piss is a terrible way to start the day. the stove is fortified, we have extra litter boxes, and the vet checked him out, he is fine, he likes pissing into the fucking stove for some reason...

bumble wrote:The other excellent side-benefit to hosting a Thanksgiving potluck is that TIPCAT CAN KISS MY ASS.

tipcat wrote:Actually, I greatly dislike cranberries and all sauces deriving from such.

Punk ass LOVED my cranberries. He wanted to MARRY those goddamn cranberries. Up your nose with a rubber hose, jerk!

They were indeed delicious. So let it be known publicly that Bumble's cranberries are suitor-worthy. As for my matrimonial intentions, those are best discussed only in private.

A mistake with iTunes last night led to my girlfriend and I being woken up at 4am this morning by a blistering Jimmy Page solo. What a way to start the day!

I've got the day off today as I am getting an amp delivered. Delivery is by courier so could be any time between 9-5, but naturally, the guy buzzes just as I've got in the shower at 11.45 (I treated myself to a lie-in after the Zep alarm clock.)

Still, at least it's here now, and I've got all afternoon to do fun stuff!

Got two flat tires at once at 5AM on Lake Shore Drive.

Giant pothole was obscured by snowfall.

Left car in a nearby parking garage. Took cab rest of the way to work.

Car will be towed to fix-it-type garage whenever they get a truck over there.

I hope the bitches let them take it. Otherwise, I got to bring the ticket all the hell back there.

After last month's unconscionable theft of my cycle a new one has just shown up at work, miraculously covered by my insurers ('we can only seem to source the 2008 model, would that be okay with you?) This one will be smeared with contact poison and wired to the mains.

I am ridiculously happy!