dreams of work

last night i had the highly amusing dream that Long Torso Very Short Legs Manager was not originally a manager, but worked with us because he'd won on a reality tv show.

in the dream, my mom was in the store and got lost or something idiotic and ended up asking him for help (i think she was trying to buy midol), and he gave her directions, and then i had to go back in the store for her and switch it for a different box. 'you know,' i said to her, 'he's not a real manager. he was on The Real World.' in my mind, though, i knew what the show was and it wasn't like RW--more like one of those bachelor or apprentice thingies. mom was incredulous and i said 'that's what someone told me!'

(LTVSLM really does have a long, very long torso and startlingly short legs. he's pretty short, but he has the legs of a really, really, really short guy. also, a large head. but he's got a sort of all-american baby face, and is popular with at least some of the ladies. one of our management candidates, at the store for training, apparently latched onto him like a puppy. ('your assistant who followed you all week like a puppy' were Frat Boy Manager's words. the 'puppy' bit was his interpretation; but the rest was easily observable by anyone and everyone.) (to clarify, that *was* unusual. the management candidates do not usually follow *one* of our 20+ managers the entire week.)

(hey... it's better than a dream of sacking. boy, let me tell YOU, those get monotonous.)

oh YEAH? kitty

gip for when the claws are really about to come out.

isn't she gorgeous?

to exemplify:

last weekend jenny was starting seeds to germinate in damp paper towels, which she spritzed with purified drinking water because the local tap water is really hard, and gross.

me: because tap water isn't good enough for plants... which usually survive on rain... and groundwater.
jenny: oh, i don't mind the rainwater. that's fine. it's the GROUNDWATER i don't want. because we're going to eat these.
me: ... ??? groundwater=no, rainwater=yes?
jenny: sure.
me: but the rainwater is from bodies of water, and the ground, and plants--evaporated into the atmosphere and then precipitated.
jenny: sure, but clouds MOVE. it might not be the SAME water from around here.
me: ... that's true. clouds move. ::looks for knife with which to stab out eyes::

distraction

LOOK!, what's that over there? GAY SEX? ( three things meme )

stolen from kmazzy

high-quality, rare christina pictures

christina aguilera has been looking extraordinarily shaggable lately. i got these pictures from sparkly_girls.

( three, and the last one is... WHOA. )

ICON

belonging to wolfshark, used in metaquotes:

::falls over dead of unexpected 'guh'::

p.s. i haven't had a very good day. but i have curled up in wax's lap, and it is getting better.

death in the family

my and kitten_head's great grandma died last night.

her mother's pretty upset and i bet mine is a crying mess too.

neither of us really knew her that well, but our mothers spent substantial amounts of time on her farm as children. i think it was kind of a refuge. they have tons of fond memories of her.

don't worry, i'm not really broken up. she was pretty far gone.

always something there to remind me

"Refresh your friends list and reply to the 3rd entry from the top with the phrase “In the Butt.” no matter what the content of the original entry."-de la femme kitten_head

i'm working tomorrow, sunday, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday. i'm leaving for finland NEXT SATURDAY. aka A WEEK FROM TOMORROW.

i just realized that. omg, who cares about the exams and the econ books and Scheduling Manager brushing me off like a brushed-off thing even though i was right? i mean, SEX!

Frat Boy Manager

... is plump and prone to making lame jokes, rosy-cheeked, dutch doll-nosed and sometimes painfully cute. like, by accident. never on purpose.

History Teacher Manager sent me to reshelve some stuff. i don't know where it all goes. i held up two sacks of plastic cups at Frat Boy Manager.

me: where do these go?
FBM [duh voice]: on the sheeeeelf...
me: [duh face, shaking bags demonstratively, trying to think of something to say not involving some form of the word 'fuck']
FBM [defensively]: i didn't know what you wanted!
my brain: honey, that's what they all say.

smartass or dumbass? you make the call.

ot3 rec

jack/will/elizabeth, pirates of the caribbean: longish and nice. really nice. possibly a little short on the jack/elizabeth--or a little off there. nc-17 or r. by melusina, you and me and the devil makes three.