Hm.
So, this has been the most unproductive week ever for me at work. And it corresponds precisely with the week I got internet access. Curious coincidence, ehhh?
No, not at all. That's so obvious it doesn't even qualify as a joke. I'm just way to easy to distract. Hell, why go to sleep at a reasonable hour when I can browse the masses of random junk that people have thought of?
Anyway.
So, I stopped by the stored where I had been hitting on a particularly cute clerk. She wasn't there (which is somewhere between relieving and disappointing), but I did get to hear the manager loudly berating her on the phone for not showing up. Apparently aside from not bothering to call me back, she also doesn't bother to show up for work. Makes me not feel so bad.
Busy weekend coming up. I'm heading out to Frostburg. (why, yes, it is in the mountains. How did you know?) My art student friend J is having her senior year gallery showing, so I'm dragging my ass up into Appalachia to see her stuff. Actually, she's pretty private about her art, and since she does huge forged-metal scuptures instead of little easily-transportable paintings or something like that, it's not like her work is around her place or anything. Mostly it's all in closets in the metal shop at her school. So, except for a couple of unfinished pieces I've seen her banging away at in the forge, this will be the first I've seen of her work, despite having known her since we were 17.
Now, on the way back fro there, I'm supposed to stop at this girl's party. Problem is, it's not a normal party, it's a Mary Kay party. Yeah. Why I'm even invited to this is beyond me: I'm not exactly a big makeup wearer. Oh well. I can only assume that I'm expected to show up and provide a steady backdrop of sarcasm. Done and done!
So, this has been the most unproductive week ever for me at work. And it corresponds precisely with the week I got internet access. Curious coincidence, ehhh?
No, not at all. That's so obvious it doesn't even qualify as a joke. I'm just way to easy to distract. Hell, why go to sleep at a reasonable hour when I can browse the masses of random junk that people have thought of?
Anyway.
So, I stopped by the stored where I had been hitting on a particularly cute clerk. She wasn't there (which is somewhere between relieving and disappointing), but I did get to hear the manager loudly berating her on the phone for not showing up. Apparently aside from not bothering to call me back, she also doesn't bother to show up for work. Makes me not feel so bad.
Busy weekend coming up. I'm heading out to Frostburg. (why, yes, it is in the mountains. How did you know?) My art student friend J is having her senior year gallery showing, so I'm dragging my ass up into Appalachia to see her stuff. Actually, she's pretty private about her art, and since she does huge forged-metal scuptures instead of little easily-transportable paintings or something like that, it's not like her work is around her place or anything. Mostly it's all in closets in the metal shop at her school. So, except for a couple of unfinished pieces I've seen her banging away at in the forge, this will be the first I've seen of her work, despite having known her since we were 17.
Now, on the way back fro there, I'm supposed to stop at this girl's party. Problem is, it's not a normal party, it's a Mary Kay party. Yeah. Why I'm even invited to this is beyond me: I'm not exactly a big makeup wearer. Oh well. I can only assume that I'm expected to show up and provide a steady backdrop of sarcasm. Done and done!