Open Mouth, Insert…?
Sometimes my mouth gets ahead of my brain. My attempts at witty banter come flying out; sometimes they work, sometimes they’re groan-inducing. (Mostly the latter, according to some.) Last night I managed to slam on the brakes before getting into trouble.
Angel of the Morning
Sometimes what happens in the morning can set the tone for the whole day. One can accept that as their fate, or simply overcome. Yesterday could have gone either way…
My Ladies of the Night
Today was Clairissa’s 30th birthday. I’d been invited to her party months ago, and requested the day off last week. Party plans had changed, but she invited me to come by anyway. Since I’d already worked the hours to make up for lost wages, it was a guilt-free day off! I could do worse than to laze about with my girl-crazy crazy-girl barber.
Phasers on Stun: The Next Generation
I’ve been slow to embrace new technology. When I finally got around to switching from record albums to cassettes as my main musical source, (nobody sold affordable turntables all of a sudden) I swore it would be the last time! Then CDs came along. I still have the albums and cassettes, and about 600 CDs. I bend, but slowly.
Mini HaHawk
Thanks to a ten-day run at work, a couple of Gay Pride weekends and various scheduling conflicts, I was a bit overdue for a haircut. Yesterday I caught up with Clairissa and, as usual, it was a blast.
“King in the Castle, King in the Castle…”
So, where have I been, you ask?
In a word, working.
Today makes the tenth straight day. A sudden wave of firings and no-shows left the boss short of folk during our busiest time of the year, so I’ve been getting full time-plus.
It hasn’t been too much of a grind. I’d come off five days impromptu vcation, so I was well-rested. But patience for my fellow man is wearing thin. It’s a good thing it’s my metaphoric Friday.
Hot Young Girls!
I’m stuck working on the 4th of July. Waah! I probably could have made an issue of it and got the night off, but why? I don’t really celebrate, and I’d just be home, flinching with the blast of every too-close M-80 and praying the house or yard doesn’t catch on fire.
The upside? I’ll be working near the waterfront, where the Blues Festival is in full swing. If nothing else, it’ll be a nonstop parade of babes walking by. Read the rest of this entry »
