someone left the coke out in the rain...
First, a pressing question for all readers with more street smarts than me (aka all of you):
What is the difference between a Brazilian wax and a Parisian wax?
I'm not saying that I am interested in getting either, but I am quite curious for some unknown reason, and it turns out you can't find the answer on the internet.
Everything here in the Cutt is going much better now that it is possible to walk outside without your snot freezing. It is in the 50s today, and quite inhabitable. I am even wearing a tank top, although I have a feeling it might not be quite warm enough for tank tops. I can't wait for Spring!
Life at work is chugging along. Working at Borders is a lot more fun than any other retail job I've had, and part of that is because it's really easy to pretend that it's a regular job and not retail at all. I have email, and a desk, and fancy keys, and meetings, and paid vacation, and good benefits, and bunches of projects that I always have to complete in too-short periods of time to avoid looking like a fool. And plus, there's perks that office jobs don't have, like free good coffee, and getting to sleep in some days, and using my boss as a pinata after he decides to pull a large gift bag over his head and walk around. So it's working out for now...I don't want to stay there forever, but it's perfectly suitable until I find my calling...or until I save enough money to travel around Australia. Here's hoping the latter comes first.
One bad thing that happened to me at work, though, was when some weird old man stole my Diet Coke and water. I had left the beverages on a table outside the women's restroom, and when I came out, I saw no soda and no water, only some mumbling senior citizen absconding into the men's room with MY BOTTLE AND CUP tucked underneath his arm. What a fuck. It turns out that before he had nabbed my precious fizzy caffiene beverage, he had taken some ratty old hot chocolate cup out of the trash in the cafe and tried to get a free coffee refill (keeping in mind that we don't offer free coffee refills, and he hadn't had a first fill). The barista on duty shut him down, and I guess desperation drove him to his crime against me. One of my coworkers suggested that he might be homeless. But he didn't look homeless. I think he just has some odd beverage issues that he really needs to work out. I mean, what was he going to do with them in the bathroom? *Shudder*
And life at home is going well too. I have been cruising around the wild Connecticut streets in Jessie's CR-V, and it's been making me feel like a teenager. I think I might steal it. My hot Volvo wagon is in Vermont, you see, with Jessie's dad, who totaled his car recently during a snow squall. He was totally fine, but the front of his Pathfinder...was not. Maybe he will total the Volvo, too, and then I will have to keep driving the Honda.
Oh, and I don't know if I mentioned this before, but we have a new bad rabbit. His name is Trouble, and he really is trouble. For example, the other day he ate my clothes. No, really, he ate them. He bored little holes into the fabric with his creepy sharp teeth. And he bites, and snorts, and lunges at people with his little paddling paws. When he ate my clothes I was especially mad and hurt, but then I decided that he would stop being bad if I gave him more love. I'm not sure if this plan will work out, but I am sure that it sounds a bit like an abusive relationship. He loves me in his own way, you see, and the bruises on my hands are my own fault.
Well, that is it for now. I am going to make lunch and watch The Holiday, which I am sure will be a lovely cinematic masterpiece.
What is the difference between a Brazilian wax and a Parisian wax?
I'm not saying that I am interested in getting either, but I am quite curious for some unknown reason, and it turns out you can't find the answer on the internet.
Everything here in the Cutt is going much better now that it is possible to walk outside without your snot freezing. It is in the 50s today, and quite inhabitable. I am even wearing a tank top, although I have a feeling it might not be quite warm enough for tank tops. I can't wait for Spring!
Life at work is chugging along. Working at Borders is a lot more fun than any other retail job I've had, and part of that is because it's really easy to pretend that it's a regular job and not retail at all. I have email, and a desk, and fancy keys, and meetings, and paid vacation, and good benefits, and bunches of projects that I always have to complete in too-short periods of time to avoid looking like a fool. And plus, there's perks that office jobs don't have, like free good coffee, and getting to sleep in some days, and using my boss as a pinata after he decides to pull a large gift bag over his head and walk around. So it's working out for now...I don't want to stay there forever, but it's perfectly suitable until I find my calling...or until I save enough money to travel around Australia. Here's hoping the latter comes first.
One bad thing that happened to me at work, though, was when some weird old man stole my Diet Coke and water. I had left the beverages on a table outside the women's restroom, and when I came out, I saw no soda and no water, only some mumbling senior citizen absconding into the men's room with MY BOTTLE AND CUP tucked underneath his arm. What a fuck. It turns out that before he had nabbed my precious fizzy caffiene beverage, he had taken some ratty old hot chocolate cup out of the trash in the cafe and tried to get a free coffee refill (keeping in mind that we don't offer free coffee refills, and he hadn't had a first fill). The barista on duty shut him down, and I guess desperation drove him to his crime against me. One of my coworkers suggested that he might be homeless. But he didn't look homeless. I think he just has some odd beverage issues that he really needs to work out. I mean, what was he going to do with them in the bathroom? *Shudder*
And life at home is going well too. I have been cruising around the wild Connecticut streets in Jessie's CR-V, and it's been making me feel like a teenager. I think I might steal it. My hot Volvo wagon is in Vermont, you see, with Jessie's dad, who totaled his car recently during a snow squall. He was totally fine, but the front of his Pathfinder...was not. Maybe he will total the Volvo, too, and then I will have to keep driving the Honda.
Oh, and I don't know if I mentioned this before, but we have a new bad rabbit. His name is Trouble, and he really is trouble. For example, the other day he ate my clothes. No, really, he ate them. He bored little holes into the fabric with his creepy sharp teeth. And he bites, and snorts, and lunges at people with his little paddling paws. When he ate my clothes I was especially mad and hurt, but then I decided that he would stop being bad if I gave him more love. I'm not sure if this plan will work out, but I am sure that it sounds a bit like an abusive relationship. He loves me in his own way, you see, and the bruises on my hands are my own fault.
Well, that is it for now. I am going to make lunch and watch The Holiday, which I am sure will be a lovely cinematic masterpiece.