Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
So, the yarn store people were being bizarre and flaky as to whether or not I actually had a job or not, so I went out and got another one. Hee. A better one at that. I shall henceforth be working at Vivaldi's Bakery and Cafe in downtown San Carlos. I start tomorrow. They have the bestest croissants EVER, so y'all will have to come visit me, unless you have some valid excuse such as living more than 300 miles away. But everybody else better come, or I'll be sad, and not share my croissants.
Eeeeeeeee I have a job. And I'm going to a baseball game tonight with Colty! The A's! And maybe for once they will win!
Life is good.
ETA: Best. job. ever. Seriously. Except that I only get one day a week off, and randomly enough it's Tuesday. BUT I get 40hrs a week wich means mulah which means Madagascar. And also, free quiche. Totally the best benefit ever. (obviously, I am ridiculously easy to please. Shut up.)
And the A's won, for ONCE in their miserable lives, and Piazza totally got whacked in the head with a ball and everyone cheered because no one likes Piazza because he is a turd. Oh, and $1 hot dogs are god's gift to man. That is all.
Eeeeeeeee I have a job. And I'm going to a baseball game tonight with Colty! The A's! And maybe for once they will win!
Life is good.
ETA: Best. job. ever. Seriously. Except that I only get one day a week off, and randomly enough it's Tuesday. BUT I get 40hrs a week wich means mulah which means Madagascar. And also, free quiche. Totally the best benefit ever. (obviously, I am ridiculously easy to please. Shut up.)
And the A's won, for ONCE in their miserable lives, and Piazza totally got whacked in the head with a ball and everyone cheered because no one likes Piazza because he is a turd. Oh, and $1 hot dogs are god's gift to man. That is all.