While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather," the flies and spiders get along with strawberry drinks
Holy crap. おひさしぶり! Long time, no LJ!
Shit that's gone down:
1. My mom, brother, and I moved to an apartment after Mom sold the house in what I think is record timing, considering the downtrodden/trashed/raped/&c. realty market 'round here. So I went without Internet for about a week. Trust me, I was jonesing by the time we got it set up.
2. I got a ton of hours at work and immediately got shafted again. I also have to work at the downtown store during the Ironman competition and am not excited about this. I hope I can go home early and not be stuck there, even though I do need the hours, because I hate the downtown store. It's so cramped you can hardly breathe.
3. Every time I go to Best Buy to get something, they're out of it. I'm not going there again without calling or I swear to Hyne, I'm going to make them reimburse me for gas.
4. My dog is emotionally scarred by the move to the apartment and is acting even nuttier than usual. Since George already acted like Eeyore even on his best days, this is dragging the mood down.
Also in stupid work quasi-news, we started a new deal on fruit bellaccinos (what Tully's calls blended iced drinks, as opposed to - shudder - frappuccinos). This is not astonishing or anything in itself, but because the new flavors are beyond simply amazing (Roxas), it's badass. Mandy and I kind of have an addiction to the "Strawberry Paradise," which is a bellaccino with strawberries, mango syrup, and white chocolate. It's delicious. I like the other two flavors of bellaccinos, but that one's my favorite. I think I may marry it. Zelly/that loser destry can marry the banana chip bellaccino and someone else can have the coconut creme, but the strawberry one is totally my bitch and I own it. See icon. :D
However, the fucking distributor for the Idaho Tully's stores is a failure and we've been out of bagels for over a month and a half and honestly, I'm about to shoot someone. The owners need to stop trying to skimp out on everything. They're just pissing customers off. When people can't get what they came to get, it throws them off and sends them packing. I have no interest in losing customers over management assclownery, but since the owners have never cared about getting a decent distributor/supplier for anything, well, I guess I have to swallow sadness and cry deeply. Like a boss. My new theme song for work: Nugget by Cake.
Have a lyrical excerpt:
"Now heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives to chicken McNuggets
Shut the fuck (ahhh)
No, shut the fuck up!
Right, right
Learn to buck up
Right
Shut the fuck up!
Now, now learn to buck up."
- Cake, Nugget
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah (read to the tune of the "yeahs" in Technologic by Daft Punk). It's how my friends, my brother, and I do it, and you know you want to be like us cool kids.
"It's a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money."
Shit that's gone down:
1. My mom, brother, and I moved to an apartment after Mom sold the house in what I think is record timing, considering the downtrodden/trashed/raped/&c. realty market 'round here. So I went without Internet for about a week. Trust me, I was jonesing by the time we got it set up.
2. I got a ton of hours at work and immediately got shafted again. I also have to work at the downtown store during the Ironman competition and am not excited about this. I hope I can go home early and not be stuck there, even though I do need the hours, because I hate the downtown store. It's so cramped you can hardly breathe.
3. Every time I go to Best Buy to get something, they're out of it. I'm not going there again without calling or I swear to Hyne, I'm going to make them reimburse me for gas.
4. My dog is emotionally scarred by the move to the apartment and is acting even nuttier than usual. Since George already acted like Eeyore even on his best days, this is dragging the mood down.
Also in stupid work quasi-news, we started a new deal on fruit bellaccinos (what Tully's calls blended iced drinks, as opposed to - shudder - frappuccinos). This is not astonishing or anything in itself, but because the new flavors are beyond simply amazing (Roxas), it's badass. Mandy and I kind of have an addiction to the "Strawberry Paradise," which is a bellaccino with strawberries, mango syrup, and white chocolate. It's delicious. I like the other two flavors of bellaccinos, but that one's my favorite. I think I may marry it. Zelly/that loser destry can marry the banana chip bellaccino and someone else can have the coconut creme, but the strawberry one is totally my bitch and I own it. See icon. :D
However, the fucking distributor for the Idaho Tully's stores is a failure and we've been out of bagels for over a month and a half and honestly, I'm about to shoot someone. The owners need to stop trying to skimp out on everything. They're just pissing customers off. When people can't get what they came to get, it throws them off and sends them packing. I have no interest in losing customers over management assclownery, but since the owners have never cared about getting a decent distributor/supplier for anything, well, I guess I have to swallow sadness and cry deeply. Like a boss. My new theme song for work: Nugget by Cake.
Have a lyrical excerpt:
"Now heads of state who ride and wrangle
Who look at your face from more than one angle
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives to chicken McNuggets
Shut the fuck (ahhh)
No, shut the fuck up!
Right, right
Learn to buck up
Right
Shut the fuck up!
Now, now learn to buck up."
- Cake, Nugget
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah (read to the tune of the "yeahs" in Technologic by Daft Punk). It's how my friends, my brother, and I do it, and you know you want to be like us cool kids.
"It's a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money."