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I had a good thing going on the eljay for all of a week, but my co-worker is still MIA. That means I've been chained to the Bridal Desk six days a week, ten to eleven hours a day for the last two weeks.
The OT pay will be nice, but, damn; is my place a mess! I am going to run out of socks at some point, and then, well... I'll have to take a day off and do the laundry!
I did manage to sneak in a little bit of Veronica Mars pimping. (BTW,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
windowpane, have you seen it? Haaaave you!?!) So I guess (fannish, at least) life is not completely passing me by, but I do feel the need to party. There's been no clubbing. No random hook-ups of the highly questionable kind. No drunken brawls!
I miss my life. ::sniff::
On the upside, I have no bruises in strange places I can't remember injuring, no massive hangovers, and my money is still in my wallet, so... I'll call this one a draw.
The OT pay will be nice, but, damn; is my place a mess! I am going to run out of socks at some point, and then, well... I'll have to take a day off and do the laundry!
I did manage to sneak in a little bit of Veronica Mars pimping. (BTW,
windowpane, have you seen it? Haaaave you!?!) So I guess (fannish, at least) life is not completely passing me by, but I do feel the need to party. There's been no clubbing. No random hook-ups of the highly questionable kind. No drunken brawls!I miss my life. ::sniff::
On the upside, I have no bruises in strange places I can't remember injuring, no massive hangovers, and my money is still in my wallet, so... I'll call this one a draw.
