Fed up, moving out, future updates will appear only at Spidercamp.

I have a cold, cramps, and a badly bruised foot, so rather than explain all day why I'm sneezing, cringing, and limping, I call in sick to work and go to the library. I haven't done a lick of work in days so I figure I might as well eat some books to balance the vast quantity of television I'm sucking down ( Read more... )

"Do you ever think about what it would be like if we hadn't met?"

"No."

Last night a bunch of Young Republicans stood in the courtyard cheerfully opinionating for an hour. Half the conversation was "That's true, Dave, you're right, you're completely right about that!" I wished the hurricane would hurry up, but then I was sorry because it showed up overnight and the power went out ( Read more... )

Odds are against any of you needing this information, but in case you know someone who does: the Atlanta Motor Speedway has opened its gravel campgrounds to Huricane Frances evacuees. It's located about 30 miles south of Atlanta, near Hampton. Full directions on their website. They're offering free camping space, hot showers and restroom facilities ( Read more... )

She un-quit. My salvation ( Read more... )

After seven years, I met the man who signs my checks. He's quite the bumbling, hapless little man of God (radar plus mulcahey). He welcomed me to the staff, then realized his mistake and stammered and laughed his way out of it. I'd been told he was an asshole, from a source I learned to consider a long time ago, so I figured he was probably all ( Read more... )

Skip ahead if boring stuff bores you ( Read more... )

Up too early after a horrendous night of shallow sleep. "So THIS is what morning looks like," "there are TWO six oclocks??" Funnily enough we were not grumpy and didn't clash, just dragged our miserable clothes on and trudged out to the car. The sky was gorgeous at that hour but I can do without it ( Read more... )

The last time I've been this consistently miserable about a job was the bookstore, which didn't have the occasional charm of children, but where I was thanked every so often, so I suppose they're about the same ( Read more... )