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My thought for the day.
Mar. 2nd, 2005 03:10 amJesters have got a new pie, hot melty chocolate sauce, and custard. Re the custard; I suppose if they'd just filled it with the hot melty chocolate sauce the pastry wouldn't have held together.
I'm so deep.
I'm so deep.
Letter to America
Nov. 25th, 2004 01:01 amJust apologising to my flist in advance for the amount of spamming posting I will probably be annoying you with doing over the next 5 days, as I have been foolishly left all alone.
Like right now, it's 1am in the morning and I'm eating a banana/raspberry muffin. I'm cutting loose, man.
Will lj cut. Probably.
( Like, here's something a mate emailed me called 'Letter to America'. It, er, pokes fun at Americans, just so everyone knows. Er, sorry to my American friends, obviously this does not mean you. Obviously. Sorry. )
Like right now, it's 1am in the morning and I'm eating a banana/raspberry muffin. I'm cutting loose, man.
Will lj cut. Probably.
( Like, here's something a mate emailed me called 'Letter to America'. It, er, pokes fun at Americans, just so everyone knows. Er, sorry to my American friends, obviously this does not mean you. Obviously. Sorry. )
My store is so Shiny.
Aug. 18th, 2004 01:03 amJust over a year ago I took the worst damn store in the company and made it shiny.
With the help of my fabulous assistant. My boss knows what a great team we are, and how much we like working together, because we tell him so. Regularly.
So today my boss asks me to move to another store. I look gobsmacked at him. He hastens to assure me that I can take my assistant with me (I haven't heard of that before).
I tell him I'll discuss it with my Assistant and we'll get back to him.
Initially I'm reluctant. My store is so shiny. I'm a tad possessive. It's close to home. I'm in a comfort zone.
So I look at the pros. Which are quite attractive. By the time I talk to my Assistant I've talked myself into it. Assistant is also initially reluctant. I'm like, whatever you reckon. Comfort zone good. New challenge also good.
Me: Also on the plus side, this new store probably won't have the same level of Specialness in the customers, as for example, that guy that peed in the restaurant the other day. (and then got into a car outside so my Assistant was able to take the licence plate and report him to the cops)
Assistant: You realise that was the store that got held up with a sawn off shotgun?
Me: As opposed to big guys with big knives (me) or just-out-of-prison-guys who threaten to shoot you (assistant)?
Assistant: Point.
In other news, I've had an odd craving for Lemon Pudding for the last few days.
With the help of my fabulous assistant. My boss knows what a great team we are, and how much we like working together, because we tell him so. Regularly.
So today my boss asks me to move to another store. I look gobsmacked at him. He hastens to assure me that I can take my assistant with me (I haven't heard of that before).
I tell him I'll discuss it with my Assistant and we'll get back to him.
Initially I'm reluctant. My store is so shiny. I'm a tad possessive. It's close to home. I'm in a comfort zone.
So I look at the pros. Which are quite attractive. By the time I talk to my Assistant I've talked myself into it. Assistant is also initially reluctant. I'm like, whatever you reckon. Comfort zone good. New challenge also good.
Me: Also on the plus side, this new store probably won't have the same level of Specialness in the customers, as for example, that guy that peed in the restaurant the other day. (and then got into a car outside so my Assistant was able to take the licence plate and report him to the cops)
Assistant: You realise that was the store that got held up with a sawn off shotgun?
Me: As opposed to big guys with big knives (me) or just-out-of-prison-guys who threaten to shoot you (assistant)?
Assistant: Point.
In other news, I've had an odd craving for Lemon Pudding for the last few days.
This table sucks!
Jan. 6th, 2004 01:44 amLovely, lovely live journal. Too long have we been separated...
Had friends stay over this weekend, hence lack of near-daily posting. Did sneak off once or twice to indulge in obsessive icon creation.
Much girly bonding. Eating heaps and watching videos, one of which was Dogma. Stay tuned for my rant on organised religion.
Much fun and snuggles. Also much card playing. Amusement value in watching Trille
bait the more competetive players.
Sienna's Friday night for dinner. My idea. Hey, I gave people the option to go somewhere else. So what if I was driving? Sheep! All of them. Sheep!
See, I'd been once before with my Dad and had Potato Croquettes to die for. So I drag everybody back there, extolling the exquisiteness of the aforementioned..
So everyone chooses Potato Croquettes. (sheep) And this time theyre just ordinary. Bland. More what you'd expect from Sienna's in fact.
Had a fantastic time anyway. Despite complete lack of alcohol (and the general simmering resentment in having to pay for water is a whole other story) adventure and hilarity ensued. Traumatising the cute waiter boy was just a bonus.
Poor poor boy. The expression of dread on his face whenever he approached our table, usually in response to my desperately waving arm, spoke volumes.
Well, if he hadn't been too damn efficient at clearing the table he wouldn't have got confused about our dining status, and wouldn't have attempted to serve us coffee and dessert before we'd had our main course.
Twice.
Though in all fairness, the second time we *had* actually eaten, but the panicked look on his face when Trille's Housemate with the Sad Puppy Dog Eyes said "No, we're still waiting for our main course..."
Sight to behold. Especially if you enjoy toying with reasonably cute young men. And really, who doesn't?
His heartfelt "this table sucks!" we took as a compliment. *preen*
And Trille ? Your evil mindcontrol waves have no power over me! I was going to write about Friday anyway. er. I'm sure I was....
Had friends stay over this weekend, hence lack of near-daily posting. Did sneak off once or twice to indulge in obsessive icon creation.
Much girly bonding. Eating heaps and watching videos, one of which was Dogma. Stay tuned for my rant on organised religion.
Much fun and snuggles. Also much card playing. Amusement value in watching Trille
bait the more competetive players.
Sienna's Friday night for dinner. My idea. Hey, I gave people the option to go somewhere else. So what if I was driving? Sheep! All of them. Sheep!
See, I'd been once before with my Dad and had Potato Croquettes to die for. So I drag everybody back there, extolling the exquisiteness of the aforementioned..
So everyone chooses Potato Croquettes. (sheep) And this time theyre just ordinary. Bland. More what you'd expect from Sienna's in fact.
Had a fantastic time anyway. Despite complete lack of alcohol (and the general simmering resentment in having to pay for water is a whole other story) adventure and hilarity ensued. Traumatising the cute waiter boy was just a bonus.
Poor poor boy. The expression of dread on his face whenever he approached our table, usually in response to my desperately waving arm, spoke volumes.
Well, if he hadn't been too damn efficient at clearing the table he wouldn't have got confused about our dining status, and wouldn't have attempted to serve us coffee and dessert before we'd had our main course.
Twice.
Though in all fairness, the second time we *had* actually eaten, but the panicked look on his face when Trille's Housemate with the Sad Puppy Dog Eyes said "No, we're still waiting for our main course..."
Sight to behold. Especially if you enjoy toying with reasonably cute young men. And really, who doesn't?
His heartfelt "this table sucks!" we took as a compliment. *preen*
And Trille ? Your evil mindcontrol waves have no power over me! I was going to write about Friday anyway. er. I'm sure I was....
