I feel inexplicably competitive when it comes to a specific license, such that though I am a mere fan, I feel compelled to "outdo" everyone else on the scene... maybe you know what I'm talking about, but it doesn't matter. My main point is I'm perpetually at this bizarre crossroads where I want to do ALL THE THINGS for X, where X is a thing I have ( Read more... )

It occurred to me I could maybe one day write something like "Julie's Fables", which would be a largely autobigraphical account of LJ-style stories. In the obvious format. For instance:So our Christmas viewing was Dan's Gru-Ray copy of Despicable Me he gave to Mum, because she hadn't seen it. [About par for the course for gift selection...] My co- ( Read more... )

I hate inventory.Every year, some monkey manages to come through and remove half the items from a box, then put the box back on the shelf as though it's full, then some other monkey marks that box as having 36 boxes of Puffs in it when there are only 8. Pisses me off, but it's really quite impossible to get a truly accurate count in a store of such ( Read more... )

I hate inventory ( Read more... )

Inventory is tonight, but as I'm off, anything that goes wrong as a result of mismanagement is now out of my hands. Though it meant I didn't get to go home as early as Melanie had promised, I totally went bonkers fixing things I found... those damn swim goggles especially, and FUCKING SPORTING GOODS! Sporting goods is eating our souls X(Melanie: Do ( Read more... )