Missing In Action
Yep, it's true... for the last *mumble* weeks, I pretty well abandoned the internet. No MSN, no LJ posts. Nada. I've become a horribly unsocialized person with a vacant stare and a habit of muttering death threats under my breath in public places. I suppose it's time to return to my old haven, where I can yammer on all day about taxation of egg cartons and why corn bread just doesn't "do it" for me.
Thankfully, neither of those things are about to happen. Instead, I'll just summarize where the hell I've been.
I'm pretty sure my last update summarized how I was leaving my sweet-ass desk job on account of municipal government beauracracy to continue my directionless office temp career in God-knows-where. Apparently, God knew it would be a cosmetics warehouse.
Yessir, my 9-5 consists of toiling in a storage facility stuffed to the brim with nail polish, eye liner, and more chemical cocktails of shampoo then the world at large requires. Oh yeah, and the walls are hot pink.
The work is pretty monotonous, even by data-entry standards. The warehouse's entire inventory needs to be recoded, which entails making hand-written lists of every product on every shelf and then changing all the codes on the computer's inventory system. My co-workers are pretty cool, although they all hit the grass pretty hard -- not that there's anything wrong with people who smoke up, it just kinda alienates me from the crowd a bit. On top of that, most of them were drafted into work out of high school, which leads to an endless piss-stream of humor about where a University Degree lands you in this province.
...I'd cry, but there's not enough tears.
On a slightly more festive note, it's Christmas! Liz and I did our thing last Friday (which you may have read about in her journal) and it gave me a chance to unwind a bit. As for the present, I'm in the midst of the turkey-eating family festivities as we speak. Tomorrow will be my Grandmother's birthday, which will give the Radcliffe clan another excuse to gather and eat our faces off. Thursday will bring the end to my five-day vacation and have me back reporting for duty at oh-eight-thirty. Yee haw.
Where ever you've ended up this Christmas and whatever you're doing, make sure you have some fun and spend it with the people you care most about. If you're reading this, it probably means that my unlimited Christmas love goes out to you.
Until I post again (allow 6-8 weeks for delivery), stay classy ;)
Thankfully, neither of those things are about to happen. Instead, I'll just summarize where the hell I've been.
I'm pretty sure my last update summarized how I was leaving my sweet-ass desk job on account of municipal government beauracracy to continue my directionless office temp career in God-knows-where. Apparently, God knew it would be a cosmetics warehouse.
Yessir, my 9-5 consists of toiling in a storage facility stuffed to the brim with nail polish, eye liner, and more chemical cocktails of shampoo then the world at large requires. Oh yeah, and the walls are hot pink.
The work is pretty monotonous, even by data-entry standards. The warehouse's entire inventory needs to be recoded, which entails making hand-written lists of every product on every shelf and then changing all the codes on the computer's inventory system. My co-workers are pretty cool, although they all hit the grass pretty hard -- not that there's anything wrong with people who smoke up, it just kinda alienates me from the crowd a bit. On top of that, most of them were drafted into work out of high school, which leads to an endless piss-stream of humor about where a University Degree lands you in this province.
...I'd cry, but there's not enough tears.
On a slightly more festive note, it's Christmas! Liz and I did our thing last Friday (which you may have read about in her journal) and it gave me a chance to unwind a bit. As for the present, I'm in the midst of the turkey-eating family festivities as we speak. Tomorrow will be my Grandmother's birthday, which will give the Radcliffe clan another excuse to gather and eat our faces off. Thursday will bring the end to my five-day vacation and have me back reporting for duty at oh-eight-thirty. Yee haw.
Where ever you've ended up this Christmas and whatever you're doing, make sure you have some fun and spend it with the people you care most about. If you're reading this, it probably means that my unlimited Christmas love goes out to you.
Until I post again (allow 6-8 weeks for delivery), stay classy ;)