Category Archives: work

I’m back from my super-secret mission!

As you may or may not know, I have been on a super-secret mission for some time now.  This mission may or may not have included work, work, beer, work, Sarah Silverman, work, beer, the Superbowl, work, work, work, more beer, and sleeping(?), while not having internet to update everyone.

But now I have internet! (Kind of.)  Which means I can blog!

All of the fish I had the last time I actually updated have died.  On Christmas Eve.  I know.  But now we have two new fish, a black moor and a gorgeous (for a fish) redcap oranda (both fancy goldfish types) named Hamlet and Victor, respectively.  (The orandas have a bubble-head, and in Harry Potter book 4, Victor Krum performs a bubble-head charm.  >__> Yeah.)

I’m currently training to be an Assistant Manager at the sandwich shop that shall not be named, so I’ve been working a lot, with the added benefit of free food!  Which means that I’ve been eating a lot of sandwiches, lately.

Last night the missus and I watched a movie in which the lovely Amber Benson was a star.  Unfortunately, it was quite possibly the worst movie ever made.  Ever.  I won’t even tell you what it was called, lest you become curious enough to subject yourself to the horror of that film.  I tell you this because it is becoming clear to me that picking movies based on who is in them may not be the best method for finding decent movies, because a lot of my favorite actors are in reeeeeeally shitty movies. (*cough*TarynManning*cough*)

But the missus is home now, so we’re going to settle in.  Later babes.


Just don’t be an ass about it.

I work at a sandwich shop which for the point of this blog I’ll refer to as Shlubway.  Sundays are ass, because we’re busy all fucking day long without a break.  I worked from 3 to 10 today, not a particularly long shift, but it was hot as balls today and my body was hurting and I hadn’t eaten since 10 a.m.

We had just had a really long line of customers with really big orders, and my coworker and I were getting antsy in a “oh my god, we get to go breathe soon” kind of way.  Then came Vegan Lady.

You know her.

Vegan lady makes you change your gloves because the gloves you have on have touched meat.  She acts shocked when you ask if she wants cheese (sorry, Vegan Lady, it’s my job to ask).  She DOES NOT want her sandwich toasted, dammit.  And she will make you run and get a brand new knife to cut her sandwich (even if it’s clean) because, again, that knife has come into contact with meat.  *shockgasp!*

She was fucking rude throughout the entire ordeal, being very snappy and doing that sigh/eye roll thing a lot.  So I really wanted to punch her in the face.

Here’s the thing: I have no problems with accommodating for someone’s dietary preferences (as long as it’s within reason).  Just don’t be an ass about it.