68 more days of workworkwork and I will be done workworkworking for the summer. I can do this. It's not difficult workworkwork, and it's the only option I have. I can do this.

What's the name of the application you can add to Firefox so that it remembers your LJ tags?

I still have to write two of my fiction_stadium fics. NCIS and Torchwood, I think?

Today I finally went and asked my manager if I could double check the schedule (why, yes, I am right, I work at 5 not 4:30). When he asked what I wanted to know, instead of telling him about it I said I couldn't figure out if I worked on Easter or not and I felt pretty silly for having to ask ( Read more... )

Work sucked. The dishroom smelled like old milk and for about half the time I wanted to vomit. And then I got used to it. Far, far more disturbing. The other guy working must have thought I was a moron. I stayed about forty five minutes longer than I had to (tonight I'm leaving on time dammit!) and Jamie was waiting around for who knows how ( Read more... )

I think Mom believes that I won't, actually, apply for any jobs this summer. To shut everybody up (and to get money back on my tax returns, because that just sounds fun) today my plan is to eat breakfast, take a shower, and get to every business within walking distance today before lunch rush, and then after lunch write my essay on Marx and Hegel ( Read more... )

The littlest boy I read with at work yesterday, when I called him over he said that I wasn't there yesterday (when I had been last semester). He went on really cute for a minute about it, but he was so out there when we tried to get something done. I told him that I'll have him today, but I think I have this other kid. I feel bad about that ( Read more... )

Me, study for my listening final tomorrow at 8 AM? That would just be too smart for my zombie brain ( Read more... )

Lemme tell you a story ( Read more... )