Protip: when eating microwave Indian food that comes in a pouch, either rip the entire top off before you heat it or pour that sucker into a bowl. Otherwise you run the risk of ending up with a burn on your wrist shaped like a crab, or possibly a space invader. Which in turn reminded me that I haven't actually had any crab yet this summer, and I ( Read more... )

So apparently I don't have nosy Tumblr followers. Or at least nosy Tumblr followers that know how to react to "HOW DOES I GENDER?"

I hate work. Well, not hate. It... is not the best. If one more person throws a fit about the typo in the advertisement, I am going to do something rash, because I don't care what it says, we're not selling you two nice ( Read more... )

...because that's when the gym closes, and I don't have to deal with these kids anymore.

There's this one kid whose mother has brought her in three times now, and I'm certain she has ADD or something because I never want to see her walk through the door, ever.

The first time, her mother brought her in alone, there was no one else at the gym, and the ( Read more... )

Hello Livejournal. Long time no post. I'm afraid I may be two-timing on you with Tumblr.

I've managed to find summer employment, thankfully. While no one may want to hire a high school grad with little to no experience during the winter, once the tourist shops open up it's open season. I went in for the interview and they gave me the job right then ( Read more... )

So it turns out my new job has one downside.

See, the gym is really old. It's attached to this ancient school that hasn't been a school in a billion years and while yeah, it does function as a gym, it sure isn't very pretty about it. Like "fuck it let's just write the storage labels directly on the wall in sharpie" not pretty. And it does all the ( Read more... )

I've finally got a job! And it's not at the movie theater. I am now a gym supervisor, which basically means I sit around in a windowed office and make sure no one burns down the gym. I even get to bum around on the internet when nothing needs my immediate attention. For $11.30 an hour, it's basically the best job. The only downside is the screaming ( Read more... )

Have I mentioned that my life is a cosmic joke? I believe I have. At any rate, more supporting evidence has come in.

In the form of jury duty summons. What. How many eighteen year olds get jury duty? Hang on, let me go bang my head against a wall or shake my fist at the gods or something because wow, was totally not expecting that. At all. And I ( Read more... )

asdfhjk Moffat you've ruined everything forever, goddamn it stop being so creepy Silence, I already said I'm sorry for not being scared of you guys, PLEASE JUST STOP YOU'RE RUINING EVERYTHING IN THE CREEPIEST WAY IMAGINABLE, I WILL NEVER THINK OF ANYONE IN THE SAME WAY AGAIN.

Still don't have a proper job, but I've been keeping a little bit busy. I' ( Read more... )

So I'm doing historical research stuff again. And there's a 1912 article advertising a topsy-turvy dance titled "Stern Sex Must Be Quite Timid". It's the kind of quaintly yet monumentally funny that only historical documents can be. Rules and regulations to be strictly observed ( Read more... )