The Good, The Bad And The Nipple-Less
I find myself a conflicting mass of emotions today, some good and some not-so-good. Though the good ones vastly outweight the others, which is unto itself a good thing. Reasons to be happy and rejoice include my grandfather's surgery going off well, and on a more personal if not selfish level, knowing that our new apartment may be available early, which gives us more time to move in.
The store's stockroom also looks like an ill attempt at an afternoon office party, which is a good thing despite all the long strips of red tape plastered everywhere. It just means we're that much closer to having counted our entire stockroom for the Inventory O' Doom.
On the not so good...I'm hoping that the very recent death of an older uncle (not Gary, unless he's blogging from the afterlife. Although that makes for a fun title:
It Blogged From Beyond The Grave!) won't stress out my grandfather when he's still recovering from surgery himself. I know they were close friends/family, and his death just compounds an already ordeal-filled week for my grandpa.
In a very similar vein, my sister started her internship at Toronto Sick Kids Hospital this week. Yesterday, by all accounts was one of those kick-to-the-gut days. The first case brought in was a child abuse case. And the last case of the day involved a different kid, and they didn't make it. From the sounds of it, Carly's taking some deserved R&R time this weekend to relax and unwind.
And as for the third one...a "rehearsal live reading" was done tonight, with an alarm clock counting down an hour of time. When the alarm began to beep, about 45 of 51 pages had been finished. This vexes me. Much vexing is being had. The Vex Fairy is flitting around my head, and clobbering me with the enchanted mace of annoyance. Not unlike an episode of
Doroku-chan.
So now Kevin & I get to play the evil game of "chop 5-6 pages of the Confic". Admittedly, one possible way to chop a number of pages is to snip the entire "Prefect's Bath" scene, but I must confess to being rather partial to it. And not just because of Chaos' missing nipples. I don't really want to lose the losing of said nipples.
And somewhere out in the wide world of Google, this page popped up on a search engine and is making someone looking for porn is scratching his head in confusion. So, just for him, let's say it again:
Nipples!
Today's Lesson: red packaging tape sticks to your pants in ways you never imagine...or notice until a customer points out you've got a racing stripe running up your backside.
posted by Phillip at 6:15 PM
