happened today. Let me break down the highlights for you.
As is now, apparently, tradition, I waited until it seemed as though there was a ridiculous amount of disgusting shit in our fridge. Everyone knows that none of my roommates are gonna do this (to be fair last summer, I was the only one living in the apartment). We had more than one full kitchen trash bag full of expired condiments, meats, cheeses, eggs, and leftovers to throw out. And of course, no fridge cleanout would be complete without unknown stuck-on spills to clean up.
On the bright side, we now have a not-so-disgusting fridge. And a lot more room for beer.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
So there's this girl at work
who i don't like very much.
Long story short, due to certain social dynamics and her ineffectiveness as a student manager, she secretly isn't well liked (though she does assume that I don't like her). Since I'm a fucking bomb ass station leader and I want to prove I deserve the promotion (and raise) to student manager, I volunteered to be the leader of one of the stations at work today. My boss then asked me to pick a team for the day. So I'm supposed to pick a team of 5 or 6 people (including myself) which should consist of a few people who really know what they're doing and one or two who are new(ish). So I pick my three best work friends right off the bat. At this point I have my people who know what they're doing. I look around at the people at the morning meeting to see who else I should pick. I see this girl with her hand raised with "pick me" written on her face, and I smile a little knowing that as a "certified" station leader she doesn't qualify as new(ish). I go on to pick another couple of guys who still have a little to learn.
She flicked me off.
Everyone loled.
Long story short, due to certain social dynamics and her ineffectiveness as a student manager, she secretly isn't well liked (though she does assume that I don't like her). Since I'm a fucking bomb ass station leader and I want to prove I deserve the promotion (and raise) to student manager, I volunteered to be the leader of one of the stations at work today. My boss then asked me to pick a team for the day. So I'm supposed to pick a team of 5 or 6 people (including myself) which should consist of a few people who really know what they're doing and one or two who are new(ish). So I pick my three best work friends right off the bat. At this point I have my people who know what they're doing. I look around at the people at the morning meeting to see who else I should pick. I see this girl with her hand raised with "pick me" written on her face, and I smile a little knowing that as a "certified" station leader she doesn't qualify as new(ish). I go on to pick another couple of guys who still have a little to learn.
She flicked me off.
Everyone loled.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Naked Acrobatics
I figured I ought to create something for the blog while I wait for a game to download from Steam. Gotta love the Summer Camp Sale. Gotta hate really big downloads.
During work today, I came up with the next non-human best friend for the next Seth MacFarlane show.
So there I was, at about 3:30 thinking about things that might make the day go faster.
Getting stabbed. Getting stabbed in the back of the head. Getting stabbed in the back of the head by a matador. Who fantasizes about getting stabbed in the back of the head by a matador? A bull? A sadomasochistic bull. That's who. That would make a great animated character for a TV comedy.
Boom. Train of thought done.
This weekend was full, busy, and mostly awesome. Except for the part where my car battery is a total piece of shit. Waiting in Detroit Lakes for 2 hours < fun. So I got a new car battery.
Creamette needs someone to vet their promises before they go on packaging. I mean honestly:
"CREAMETTE pasta is...
-Always Firm
-Never Sticky
-Simply Delicious"
I can't be the only one with that dirty of a mind.
I need to stop eating out/going to the bar so much. That shit ain't cheap.
During work today, I came up with the next non-human best friend for the next Seth MacFarlane show.
So there I was, at about 3:30 thinking about things that might make the day go faster.
Getting stabbed. Getting stabbed in the back of the head. Getting stabbed in the back of the head by a matador. Who fantasizes about getting stabbed in the back of the head by a matador? A bull? A sadomasochistic bull. That's who. That would make a great animated character for a TV comedy.
Boom. Train of thought done.
This weekend was full, busy, and mostly awesome. Except for the part where my car battery is a total piece of shit. Waiting in Detroit Lakes for 2 hours < fun. So I got a new car battery.
Creamette needs someone to vet their promises before they go on packaging. I mean honestly:
"CREAMETTE pasta is...
-Always Firm
-Never Sticky
-Simply Delicious"
I can't be the only one with that dirty of a mind.
I need to stop eating out/going to the bar so much. That shit ain't cheap.
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