Lifeishnesses
So. I suppose it's time for an update.
The apartment thing is going well. We've been here for two weeks, and already the place is quite home-y, with the exception of one thing - our walls are totally bare. Completely and totally. Except for the basement room, ironically enough, which has a dartboard hanging on it (which no one really plays with, at least not yet.) So, yeah, for those of you who are artistically inclined - we would very much appreciate donations of original artwork of any kind to hang on the walls. We're shooting for a "questionable art gallery" look. You know, full of questionable art. But nothing...gory or obscene. Y'know. So. Yeah, if you can help us out with that, gimme a yell. or a comment.
I started work at Wal-Mart this week, in the good ol' cosmetics department. While it's certainly not exciting, it isn't terrible, and I don't mind dealing with the makeup nearly as much as I thought I would. Aside from a blind lady needing help picking out perfume today (which was a ghastly experience), I haven't had too many horrible questions, either. When people ask me where stuff is it's usually really vague and easy stuff that isn't actually in my area, like "toothpaste" and "deodorant," which, incidentally, are both labeled on the big aisle signs but which people don't seem to really look at. I did have someone ask me for an enema earlier though...and aside from worrying that I was going to crack and laugh, I had no idea where it was so I just kind of faked it and ended up finding them. Yay.
As anyone who reads John's journal knows, we bought a TV the other day. A new TV doesn't horribly excite me, but since I have the wagonmobile, it was pretty much a given that we'd use my car to pick it up. We bought it from Wal-Mart on my first day working there (yay discount!). We weren't entirely sure it'd fit in the back of the wagon since it was a pretty good sized box...but they put it in and it seemed to fit okay, until John closed the hatch.
My back window EXPLODED. There was a heap of safety glass in the parking lot, which has since been swept up, but a bunch of little green pieces of the stuff remain dispersed among that area of the parking lot, as well as along route 6, lodged into the box for our tv, in our parking space at the apartment, and of course a whole bunch in the wagon itself. If it hadn't been such an experience being showered in the stuff when it broke, I probably would have been pretty upset about it, but as it is it was quite an experience :-b Just hopefully no one breaks through my drop cloth and duct tape window to steal my $10 CD player or anything. Heh.
Anyway, hope everyone is still alive. And, send us your art. Now. (Please.)
The apartment thing is going well. We've been here for two weeks, and already the place is quite home-y, with the exception of one thing - our walls are totally bare. Completely and totally. Except for the basement room, ironically enough, which has a dartboard hanging on it (which no one really plays with, at least not yet.) So, yeah, for those of you who are artistically inclined - we would very much appreciate donations of original artwork of any kind to hang on the walls. We're shooting for a "questionable art gallery" look. You know, full of questionable art. But nothing...gory or obscene. Y'know. So. Yeah, if you can help us out with that, gimme a yell. or a comment.
I started work at Wal-Mart this week, in the good ol' cosmetics department. While it's certainly not exciting, it isn't terrible, and I don't mind dealing with the makeup nearly as much as I thought I would. Aside from a blind lady needing help picking out perfume today (which was a ghastly experience), I haven't had too many horrible questions, either. When people ask me where stuff is it's usually really vague and easy stuff that isn't actually in my area, like "toothpaste" and "deodorant," which, incidentally, are both labeled on the big aisle signs but which people don't seem to really look at. I did have someone ask me for an enema earlier though...and aside from worrying that I was going to crack and laugh, I had no idea where it was so I just kind of faked it and ended up finding them. Yay.
As anyone who reads John's journal knows, we bought a TV the other day. A new TV doesn't horribly excite me, but since I have the wagonmobile, it was pretty much a given that we'd use my car to pick it up. We bought it from Wal-Mart on my first day working there (yay discount!). We weren't entirely sure it'd fit in the back of the wagon since it was a pretty good sized box...but they put it in and it seemed to fit okay, until John closed the hatch.
My back window EXPLODED. There was a heap of safety glass in the parking lot, which has since been swept up, but a bunch of little green pieces of the stuff remain dispersed among that area of the parking lot, as well as along route 6, lodged into the box for our tv, in our parking space at the apartment, and of course a whole bunch in the wagon itself. If it hadn't been such an experience being showered in the stuff when it broke, I probably would have been pretty upset about it, but as it is it was quite an experience :-b Just hopefully no one breaks through my drop cloth and duct tape window to steal my $10 CD player or anything. Heh.
Anyway, hope everyone is still alive. And, send us your art. Now. (Please.)