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!

 


The big bad "I" has come and gone.

Inventory was today, and early this morning Mel & I grudgingly listened to the 5am alarm going off. All in all, the inventory was nothing particularly frightening or aggravating in terms of the count itself. Having done it once before, and in fact had more things precounted this time around too, minimal effort was needed to get everything done and finished by 2pm.

Not bad for a team of 4 people. Well...3 competent people and one temp (you can probably guess who, if you've been keeping up with the sporadic bits of nowhere the past few months) who seemed to be there mostly to see how far she could push us until we cheerfully indulged in a bit of homicidal rage against her. (Funny enough, she was but a single phone call away from impending doom...)

I've seen dead mice, or deranged sea anemones for that matter, perform semi-complex tasks with more speed and fewer pauses for repeated clarifications. Seriously, I will shed no tears for her inevitable departure once the kiosk goes down this weekend.

And by all accounts, it will be Sunday that Mel is set free.

Much rejoicing...or, there will be, once Mel eventually wakes up from her 3-day nap to catch up on all her sleep. It's somewhat odd that, due to the inventory work, I've been busier than her, but she's more exhausted than I am whenever we get home. I'm guessing it's the cold weather and lack of sunshine. (Mel's kinda solar-powered that way.)

But with the kiosk on the verge of shutting down--"Ding dong the witch is dead" and all that happiness!--and the inventory count now officially over, I do believe the worst of February has passed me by. (I would otherwise have used "the storm of February has passed", but in light of recent weather patterns, that's a little ironic.) I might be able to relax and breathe easily again at work for a while.

There's also the added bonus of AE reaching its end. The Sailormoon fanfic that has engulfed most of my writing energies for the last 2-3 years has but a single scene left to pen. After that, it's all betareads and revisions. (Before you congratulate me on it, consider the title of this bit of nowhere; that last scene requires one final kill, and then I've at last slaughtered pretty much the entire cast. So you may not necessarily want to Email me with "It's great to hear you've almost finished...everyone off?" if you're hoping for a survivor somewhere in there.)

It seems February is a month of closures for me. Hopefully for the better.

But I'm probably ranting and should slide into bed myself.

And to all who celebrated it, Happy Valentine's Day. Here's hoping you each indulged in the ol' Lupercalia tradition and smacked the one you loved with a bloody piece of rabbit.


Today's Lesson (brought to you by Pan's Labyrinth) : if you're in an underground chamber, and there is a scary looking monster whose eyeballs are sitting on the plate in front of it, and all around you are gory pictures of how said monster likes to eat children, and there's a pile of shoes from the children it's already eaten, and you've been warned your life depends on you not touching anything...for the love of God, don't eat the fucking grapes on the monster's dining table. No good ever comes of that.
posted by Phillip at 8:42 PM