Okay. So I'm assigned to replenishments, and toward the end of the night I have to pull one from ZP112J. I line up the forks and slip them into the pallet . . . no problem. But the product weighs less than a wet kitten and is on a slip sheet that catches of the pallet in the next slot, so while I'm pulling it out it slides halfway off the back ( Read more... )

Last week - not this one, which was normalish, but the one before - was tough. I had a twelve-day work week, for one thing. But a lull in one of the blurred-together days produced this cartoon. I "penciled" and lettered it in black gel rollerball (glorified ballpoint) and the monkey girl later inked it in Sharpie.


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My arms and legs are covered with bruises. I have to clip away the ragged edges of broken nails at least twice a week, so I haven't even bothered with nail polish for a couple months now. I barely get to see sosoclever most days, and the kids hardly at all except on the weekends. I have an hour commute in the early afternoon and another hour back in the ( Read more... )

Nineteen days ago, I wrote to Steppenwolf Theatre to find out what's going on with my play.

I have seven e-mails this morning . . . National Science Foundation, Victoria's Secret, National Science Foundation, National Science Foundation, Land's End, Levenger, Library of Congress, baked beans and Spam.

Where are you, Steppenwolf? I'm waiting!

Four minutes ago, I sent my play to Steppenwolf

I have a sort of job interview tomorrow. It's only sort of an interview.

sosoclever and I would like to buy a movie theater. We'd like to show classics like Casablanca and The Blues Brothers and anime and foreign films and talk to local colleges about coordinating our schedule with their film as literature programs.

We've even drooled over a few, like ( Read more... )