Love. It.

You'd live on Pugsley Place? You must buy it.

I realized today that one of my boss' problems is that he is a sinophile. Japanese Maple, bonsai, the concept of On, he's all over it. Too bad we're not a Japanese garden with Japanese plant collections in our mission.

As I was leaving today, the pedestrian gate got stuck closed. So I got the facilities manager, and bossman also showed up with tools. So there were two men fussing with the gate and I was off the clock, so I decided to leave them to it rather than watch them bicker over a one-person job. Bossman gave me a sarcastic goodbye, to which I responded "Based off your sarcastic response, would you like me to stick around if you think I could be of actual assistance?" to which he sarcastically responded "No, but thanks ever so for thinking of us". Fuck off, twit. It doesn't take three people to do this, and I'm not sacrificing myself on the altar of solidarity just to watch the two of you fuss with the gate. It's not even like he himself had to be there. He could have left in the facilities managers capable hands and gone back to his own project, which I think is why he was pissy. I have no sympathy for martyrs or control freaks.

I stuck around to see the solution to the problem. When it got to "replace the stripped screw", I was set.

On the advice of colleagues, I'm going to let the Saturday volunteers fall through if that is his wish. When shit doesn't get done, it was his directorial decision.

I am not going to get into a discussion on Facebook about people's use of the word "thug".

(Nor will I give Miracleman crap for not knowing who Joni Mitchell is, even though it makes me sad.)

Timelies all!

I keep finding more and more reasons not to join Facebook.(Even if a lot of my friends are there.)

yep Suzi, we are done.

hmm, I'll think on possible names.

I'm once again getting amazed at the people who join a facebook group called "What Fat Vegans Eat" and then complain that the food pictures that people post are too unhealthy. Dude, the name of this group was chosen specifically to repel the vegan health police.

I think I mentioned how I haven't really moved my kitchen yet. I have a plate, a bowl, a knife, fork, spoon, a shot glass, and a bottle of Jameson. I'm set.

Unneeded double post. My Jameson likes carrots.

I achieved convincing a volunteer not to fall into the fish pond by threatening to take photos and post them on Facebook after pointing and laughing at him.

Hey, he asked what I would do if he fell. He's lucky I didn't shout "you're gonna die and I'm not cleaning it up!".

He was really afraid of the consequences I promised, so it was kind of rewarding for me. It wasn't the pointing and laughing, but the social media aspect that had him terrified and telling his buddies not to fall into the pond.