Okay, regardless of your opinion I think that playing Halo [most, if not all of them] is a necessity of gaming life. You may not like it, you may think it’s so 2001… It’s kind of like learning to breathe. When you’re born, whether you want to do it or not, you just do.
The next person who decides that I automatically become some species of scum on the Earth because I actually enjoy some if not all of the games, is going to get my foot wedged into their asshole.
This has been a post.
petty things i really want to do
(before you freak out over my list, read the behind the scenes)
- show up on a motorcycle to see my ex
- “accidently” run into my former mother-in-law and make it obvious i’m the “better” hippie
first come, first serve, right? i’ll drop it in your submit.(:
Bitchfest Biweekly, Vol 1 No 1
So. I just got home from work, where I not only opened the shop, cleaned the case, and set out all the pans for the day, but also made 21 pans of gelato in 3 hours.
To put that in perspective for you, the average output of one worker using one machine is 4 pans per hour, maybe 5 if they’ve got more experience.
This is my third week at this job. I was using two machines at once to make up for coworker who slacked the fuck off yesterday during her production shift:
Clare, who averages maybe 3 pans an hour if we’re lucky, never wraps them at the end of her shift, and leaves her dirty dishes in the sinks. Clare, who was training a new production worker during her last shift, so there was no excuse for there not to be two machines running. Clare, who makes it her priority to cut as many corners as possible to leave her shifts early as often as possible.
Clare, who can suck a dick.
Important Lessons #1
Don’t knit when you’re exhausted. It will only piss
you me off. I really wanted to knit tonight, but my job is sucking my will to live.
So instead, I’m going to watch the special features on “Winter’s Bone,” read my W Magazine (oooh, the “movie” issue), and then maybe watch an old Disney movie. Preferably one that won’t make me weep and howl like a borderline that lost a contact lens.