Relentless optimism wears me down, even when it comes from my own mouth. So I'm going to say it: going to work the day after Thanksgiving at 5:30 in the morning is the definition of, wait, let me try to remember what we settled on at the dogpark earlier...
Working on Black Friday at 5:30am is the definition of shitty as not real fuck.
Because "real fuck" is good! not bad. See? Okay, so this guy said that some dude on TV was "fake as fuck" but then got tangled up between the two ways that phrase can be applied. After he finished mumbling about the difference between figurative "fuck" and "real fuck" I summarized and we moved on to more interesting talk... You know, talk about the smell of the dentures of some other dude's aunt, and sleeping in a tree tent - pros and cons.
I love the dogpark. Especially when the weather turns cold. All you can do is suffer and talk while the pups play. People suffering together can have wonderful conversations.
So Thanksgiving is probably out of the cards this year. Sigh. It's my favorite holiday too. Oh well. There could be worse things, like still working at my old job.
Holy crap, speaking about my old job, I haven't seen a single person from my old job in the store until this last week when three, THREE!, 3! different people came in. I talked to two of them. The third could go ahead and soak, in my opinion. It was nice to see the other two. I liked them and wish them well.
So, segues seem to be ruling this blog. Perhaps some focus on organization needs to be implemented? We'll see. We'll see.
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