Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 

I'm typing this little bit of nowhere out amidst reading an online article that has 5 signs to tell me if he's cheating on me. So far it looks like I'm safe: he hasn't started to question my appetizer-making skills, nor has he suddenly lavished me with expensive, guilt-ridden presents (such as a recipe book on how to make exotic party appetizers).

The kiosk has a computer, and more importantly a computer that works. Beyond the kiosk crew having to contend with Lenny The Curtain Who Hates Your Fscking Guts, things seem to be going rather well. On the other hand, the store got a complete overhaul today. Again. And while I admit the happiness of knowing our district manager is making the store look better (mostly by giving us the go-ahead to ship out a whole lot of crap that is in our store for a reason I can only list as: would someone at Head Office please start dislodging heads out of asses? Please?!), I've spent most of the day being run ragged in a valiant attempt to get as much stuff cleaned, revamped and rearranged before our day off tomorrow. But it's a good kind of run ragged. If I'm lucky, the store will be presentable inside and out by the end of Saturday.

This is happiness. Not quite on the same level as the happiness from snuggling with Mel, or wearing the Puchuu hat, or Mel actually letting me snuggle with her while I wear the Puchuu hat. But it's close.

On the other hand, of a greater level of happiness is the fact that our bedroom window has finally been replaced. Gone is the giant spiderweb of glass being held together with duct tape and sheer will power. Good-bye has been bidden to the black garbage bag that used to cover the spiderweb of glass. It's good to have a window we can look out of without having to worry about the window collapsing or imploding all over us.

The ordeal's been enough of an adventure if managerial ineptitude as it is, with the building owner taking his damned sweet time to fix a serious safety threat we probably could have sued his ass over had something gone horribly wrong. And as corollary to Murphy's Law, naturally they decided to have the window replaced after Mel started working at the kiosk and suddenly wasn't around all day if the need arose. We notified the owner in May about the window. I think after the guy dicking around for 5 months is justifiable cause for us kicking him in the bahooglies if he asks us how the new window's working out.

Though I must confess to taking a bit of sadistic pleasure in seeing a few droplets of blood on the floor from the repair job. It looks like the window o' doom managed to slash somebody's hand open. To which I can only say: and wouldn't that be ironic.

Don't you think?

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to brace myself for tomorrow. If the release dates are correct, the first Sesame Street: Old School DVD set appears on the shelves. And I will get to stand there sniffling over the fact that I won't have the money to snatch it up, snuggle it and then sit down to some old-fashioned Henson goodness.

Today's Lesson: there is nothing quite so amusing as watching the Colbert Report and seeing George Lucas kill Stephen in a light sabre duel by impaling Stephen in the crotch. Brilliant, I tell you!
posted by Phillip at 10:42 PM