Saturday makes it better

So yes, I fucked around with my blog again. It's pretty much all I did during the day yesterday, cause, fuck it, it's not like I have a deadline to meet next week that I haven't got started on yet or anything.

I shall probably mess around with it some more later because sleep is for the weak. Or the sleepy.

Last night turned out a lot better than I thought it was going to. I was minding my own business participating in pant-less Tuesday (yes it was Friday and no, I'm not going to explain it again) and I hear someone at the door. At first I was thinking that these goddamn zombies had finally learned how to open doors and that I'd have to use all my hidden superpowers to cleanse the undead from my presence, but it just turned out to be Becca.

Almost as bad. (Just kidding Birdie....or am I?)

It was a pretty great surprise as I wasn't expecting anyone until tomorrow. So we kinda just sat around, shooting the shit and catching up for a bit. Then I was kinda complaining about being here by myself (again) and how there are no more random movie nights, or nobody wants to go walk up to Squirrely's to play some pool and have a beer in the middle of the week. I said I hadn't even gone to see Thor yet, so she said we should go see it.

And everything changed..... we had 25 minutes to get across town to make it for the movie, and our cab driver didn't not disappoint, going 30 over the limit the whole way. There was a stressful moment due to a stupid debit machine, but just as I walked into the theatre the previews started. Becca popped in earlier while I was at the concession stand and I missed an arm raised cheer. We did have a pretty great high-five though.

And the movie, well worth the 10 bucks. That is, if you're into seeing a dude hit a bunch of stuff with a big-ass hammer. And Natalie Portman, shit she's in everything.


So today I had a staff meeting at Marble Madness, and it was actually pretty great. An oxymoron you say? Well I say that you sir/madam are the moron. It actually came out pretty loud and clear that our boss actually gives a shit, and that makes a huge fucking difference. Yeah it may be just an ice cream joint, but it's going to be the best fucking ice-cream joint he can make it. I was impressed, he doesn't look like he's going half-assed . The last time I worked in place where the boss went all out was when I was working for a lawyer in Peterborough. I kinda think this is how my twin would be if he ever gets in a position of authority. Or pets.

Now as for the rest of my day we have a party planned for tonight. "But Sam, don't you have an 11 hour+ workday tomorrow?" you might say. Well hah, I laugh in the face of your "work day". Mostly cause I'm going to take what had better be an epic nap so I can be up all night, and I have a few hours in between shifts tomorrow so there's great nap potential there as well. I have it all worked out to not waste the opportunity that having my friends come into town presents due to a morning shift babysitting a cash register.

Kate and Megan have already showed up and hopefully I convinced some co-workers to come out. It should be a great time. Parties at our place usually are.

Had a Seether song stuck in my head the last few days. This one.



That's me. I am going to lose all my fucking chess games dammit.

SpAmmy