Logan is a cutie-pie
Apr. 21st, 2004 09:22 amJulie brought her new son to visit (his name is Logan) and Tony kept following him around making 'snikt' noises. Tres cute.
Also at work I wasn't stuck in My Books... I got to shelve g-d paperbacks. Mostly fantasy paperbacks. Mostly Dragonlance paperbacks. I knew there were a bloody lot of them but JESUS there are a lot of fantasy paperbacks. People kept asking me questions. It was insane. A nice change from Walter the Farting Dog.
Every job has a break point, where you've learned all you can learn about the job. Chapters, for me, was about two weeks of learning and now it's just telling smelly old people that yes, we are a big store, but no, we don't have that obscure Bulgarian cookbook from the 1970s. Really. We don't.
Tonight I get to see Reed's opening night of Fiddler on the Roof. This morning he came downstairs with grey roots because he couldn't get all the dye out last night. He still looks scary with his makeup on. Unsettling.
Every day I sit in class I get more and more stupid. I bring my Dad's pile of Thomas Hardy novels and read them in class instead of paying attention. I'm halfway through Jude the Obscure and frankly, it's not holding my attention.
Also at work I wasn't stuck in My Books... I got to shelve g-d paperbacks. Mostly fantasy paperbacks. Mostly Dragonlance paperbacks. I knew there were a bloody lot of them but JESUS there are a lot of fantasy paperbacks. People kept asking me questions. It was insane. A nice change from Walter the Farting Dog.
Every job has a break point, where you've learned all you can learn about the job. Chapters, for me, was about two weeks of learning and now it's just telling smelly old people that yes, we are a big store, but no, we don't have that obscure Bulgarian cookbook from the 1970s. Really. We don't.
Tonight I get to see Reed's opening night of Fiddler on the Roof. This morning he came downstairs with grey roots because he couldn't get all the dye out last night. He still looks scary with his makeup on. Unsettling.
Every day I sit in class I get more and more stupid. I bring my Dad's pile of Thomas Hardy novels and read them in class instead of paying attention. I'm halfway through Jude the Obscure and frankly, it's not holding my attention.