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I walked up to Jason and Liz to hear this:

Jason: So that's why we're going to fire EVERYONE and hire all new people.
Me: I heard something to that effect. I hope IIIII'm not included in that.
Jason: Aubrey, the day I say the words "You're fired." to you will be the same day that I slit my wrists and kill myself because of it.
Me: Well, I hope then for both of our sakes that day never comes.

Ted and I were faced with the impossible task of only two of us being able to work two truck shipments out onto the floor (thirteen pallets of freight) in one shift. Neveryoumind that for the first three hours of this shift, the store is open, and we are unallowed to work freight.

I dunno how it happened, but we did it. Granted, we left an hour later, but STILL. I feel accomplished. All my joints and my spine are angry at me.

I HAVE BUSINESS CARDS! They're cheesy, but they were free. I thought about putting them in with my holiday cards this year, if I decide to actually send them out. I mean, really - the whole thing of stuffing a folded piece of paper into an envelope to send it across country (with just your name schlupped down inside) for someone to open it, wonder who "Aubrey" is (for those that don't automatically associate my real name with my user name), and slap it onto a stack of other cards they got from Jims and Bobs and Cassandras that they don't know, either. But the business card has a man hand playing an acoustic guitar that fades into a black background AND has a 2008 calendar on the back, so why not? I wish they had a more feminine hand for the background when I made it, or that I had written my job description as "Music and Photography" instead of "Musician". I wonder how many people will get them and think that it's MY hand? "Here. Have a card with my name, address, phone number, and meaty hand on it so that you may properly stalk me."

Dreamed about job corps last night, about all the magical things that made me almost cry in my dream because I missed it so. I remember looking out of the back of a lodge of some sort. In one direction, there were fabulous mountains under a purple sky, blue grass, beautiful scenery as far as the eye can see. To the left a bit, it was a mystical forest with a red sky and purpley red trees and a ground that was red with brown blotches. I saw fabulous beasts in there - three. They had all been made up by man and had adapted beyond that to the forest, you see.

Job corps was an EXTREMELY important period in my life, but it certainly wasn't MAGICAL.

Finally got Bacci to play with the laser pointer - THE FUNNIEST THING I HAD SEEN IN MY LIFE OMG. The batteries promptly died. It was a cheap thing that I got at the arcade we visited. I may try to replace the batteries, or just buy a better one. All the previous times that I tried to play with Botch with the thing, she wouldn't look at where the red dot was on the floor, just look at my hand as if saying, "The jig is up. I know you're making that. Don't stultify me, mmmkay?"

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kateri_kachina
Sep. 5th, 2007 08:22 pm (UTC)
My cats LOVELOVELOVE the laser pointer. Ozzy in particular loves the dot and goes nuts over it. :D
aubkabob
Sep. 9th, 2008 03:29 am (UTC)
I notice that she gets bored quite easily, though, as she can never "catch" it.
msanborn
Sep. 10th, 2007 05:32 pm (UTC)
Yay for feeling accomplished
Boo for sore muscles and such

and I love it when the kittehs play with the laser beams too. Fun stuffs.
aubkabob
Sep. 9th, 2008 03:30 am (UTC)
Looking back on these posts a year later, I realize how much harder I worked when I worked under Ted, instead of being the boss, like I am now.

I miss Ted.
msanborn
Sep. 9th, 2008 02:34 pm (UTC)
*snoggles you*

I know I don't miss my old boss at that other place I used to work. And just how hard did you work "under" Ted? hmm?

*teasing*
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