[No more song lines for titles] It won’t stop raining. In other news, I’m not crazy! For a couple of weeks now, I’ve had this uneasy suspicion that someone has been siphoning gas out of my car. Here’s why: On Monday I would go and fill up to half a tank, and by Thursday my gas light would be illuminated and dinging, announcing the car’s thirst for more fuel. And between Monday and Thursday, all…
[Here’s the selfless confession] The day after Thanksgiving at work wasn’t too bad. In fact, I don’t think I made my quota, so it was essentially just like any other night at work. This week I’m scheduled for 39.1 hours. I’m burning out really quickly. I have so much left to do for school and every day I waste at Dillard’s puts me further behind and stresses me out more. So today I’ll be calling…
[Her left eye is lazy] Here I was anticipating some holiday weirdness, when everything went off without a hitch. The turkey was great, the macaroni was awesome, and the rolls were yeasty. There were no arguments and there was no tension. We ate, drank, and were merry, and even though no one drank the wine or gobbled up the Spicy Moon Cake at the voracious rate I had pictured, I still had a fabulous time.…
[I’m not breaking down; I’m breaking out] The roads were wet and crowded (just like your mom), but I finally made it to sleepy Saltillo with half a tank of gas and flip flops on my feet despite the plummeting temperatures. Phil took off for East Tennessee, where his family is renting a posh cabin with all the amenities (pool tables, Playstations and big TVs, etc.). It’s good to be here, near a stuffed pantry,…
[Caution could but rarely ever helps] I didn’t get a whole lot of time to acquaint myself with the new computer today, but I thought about it at work and decided to name it “Fuji,” after my favorite type of apple. That’s sufficiently corny, right? Nick came over and installed all sorts of goodies: Photoshop, Dreamweaver, lots of fonts, some incomplete version of Quark, etc. I rewarded his kindly deed with a six-pack of Dos…
[Believe, believe] I’m blogging from my new iMac. It’s beautiful and smells like sterile techno-plastic and I curse the work gods for my noon-9:15 work schedule tonight. I’m still using a Dell mouse pad. This just won’t do.
[All in all it doesn’t matter] Work, work, work. At 8:30 yesterday morning I watched a rousing game of musical chairs, Decorate the Human Christmas Tree, and Get To Know Your Fellow Associate. The free finger food breakfast was nice, and even though I didn’t win anything, I still got to take home a pretty nice fleece throw (that has “Dillard’s” emblazoned on it about the size of a two-by-four). I groaned when our store…
[Truth doesn’t make a noise] Tonight at work … I trained a new woman. She made the mistake of wearing high heels and paid for it at the end of the night with nice, new blisters. Two unrelated small children got away from their parents and hid silently while we searched frantically beneath the racks. I almost called security twice, when the little buggers’ parents spotted them hiding beneath a table and, later, near the…
[I just don’t know what to do with myself] Phil made a spice cake … er … Spicy Moon Cake the other day and we have been nibbling at it all week. It was his first attempt at baking and I must say, it came out quite well. Phil’s car situation can be summed up in a completely played-out commercial cliche: Cost of defective ignition module from Auto Zone: $127. Cost of having car towed…
[They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool] My aunt Vicki, her boyfriend (a sociology professor at Lambuth), another prof, and a small group of Lambuth students came to Murfreesboro yesterday for some sociology/poli-sci symposium on campus. We met up this afternoon at Sakura, a Japanese restaurant, and ate lunch. I’d never had sushi before, but I tried a little bit. I don’t know. I think it’s a little fishy for me.…
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