So much for the Interchangeable Snavelys.  I am now the Replacement Snavely ( Read more... )

Here we are again.  Why is it that I am always starting a new job or facing a major job transition just in time for week 0 of LJI?  Luck of the sorta-Irish, I guess ( Read more... )

Also, the spousebeast is back ( Read more... )

LJI and Fantasy Footnall.  The spousebeast is off in the mountains outside of Asheville with 11 other guys who behave like they're 15 for the next 4 days.  (And guess who is covering his shifts?  I cry foul!  Work really DOES consider us interchangeable).  I've already gotten the annual "okay, I love you and miss you andd to what the hell did you ( Read more... )

I'm in.

Kent and I get to close together 4 nights out of five this week.  And it looks like this is going to become A Thing.  Woo-hoo!

It was fucking hilarious to watch Manager Picky Pants grow visibly more frustrated as the night wore on, because he couldn't find any projects for us.   We were two steps ahead of him all night long ( Read more... )

Charming, quirky nightlight or potentially deomanically possessed tchotchke?  Y'all decide.

And, yeah...that's a pic of 15 year old me in the background.


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Sorry for the radio silence lately.  It seems like all I do is work and sleep.  I have no life.  I barely have a relationship, since Kent's working days (we essentially see each other at work between 3-4:30, and maybe for an hour or two when I come home after closing.  I am SO not a night person).  I feel like I have zero agency any more, pver ( Read more... )

Oh, gods, today is gonna suuuuuuuck ( Read more... )

It's 101F today.  Ick, ick, ick.  Needless to say, any plans I had for a leisurely stroll to Carrboro to write in my journal and eat ice cream on the lawn of Weaver Street Market went "pffffft!" well before they even started ( Read more... )