Warning: May Contain Fail
It’s at times like this I wish I had a small digital camera handy. Or at least a cell phone with a camera...but then that would imply I was actually socially active enough to warrant the expenses of such a phone. (And last I checked, Mel’s not exactly keen on me taking pictures of my elbow and forwarding them to her Email account.)
I was in the mall’s Winners store the other day, and stumbled across a large container of bran muffin mix. Now this unto itself isn’t incriminating in the slightest. Hardly even worth commenting about, let alone posting on Failblog. However...the name on the packaging was, and I kid you not: Bowel Buddy.
Now I don’t know about you, but I’d be rather hesitant to walk up to a cashier and plunk down a large bag with a label that sounds like something you’d find in the gay porn section of an adult video store. As it is, we’re just one zucchini and a bottle of KY jelly away from the most awkward cash desk transaction ever.
In related news, I think my "all work and little play" schedule has finally caught up with me. I’m starting to fall asleep on the couch with alarming frequency, and usually before 11pm (which says something since I used to have no problems with crashing at 1am and still getting up for work a year ago). This has also managed to effectively kill my writing abilities for, oh, the last 6 months; it’s rather difficult to focus in the evenings when you’re on the verge of passing out at your keyboard, a fact that has me particularly frustrated.
My hopes are that this can be rectified soon, as I’m apparently going to get a raise at the start of April, but as there are some particular bills that need to be whittled down first before I can start pulling back on my hours. Not to mention our Inventory is happening mid-April too. For now I’ll have to rely on Red Bull…glorious, gag-inducing Red Bull.
Wish me luck.
Labels: Bowel Buddies and Red Bull (which in retrospect sounds like some scary new kink)
posted by Phillip at 7:27 AM
