True statement.
(Source: disneyladiesfromlastnight)
Universe, I don’t get you…
So, Monday night I was on the verge of tears due to my inability to find a suitable replacement for my cashier job that ended last Saturday.
Then, yesterday, I get a call from said cashier job asking me to come work this weekend—so that’s not quite over.
Almost immediately, I get an email from my user testing job asking for a literature review. Sweet.
Followed by today, when I get a text asking me to fill in for a cleaning job Saturday for some other contract work I just got.
So I’m just sitting there confused, wondering why all three of my jobs (in other news: I’ve discovered I currently have three jobs) suddenly have work for me.
Not complaining, because hey, work. But by all accounts, it doesn’t make sense.
Okay, here’s the plan…
I will invent some spectacular device, market it, sell it to everyone, and become unbelievably rich.
Then, I will call out by name every single employer who rejected me based on either my application or the interview (because them’s be biased toward extroverts), and give them all a big one of these:
Bitter? What?
I think my uterus is screaming in terror…
So… my aunt and I took my 4 year-old cousin to the Natural Science Museum today. At the end of the day, she concluded that I am good with kids. Not sure where that came from, since the extent of my previous experience has been teaching them to punch and do what I say under the threat of pushups and violence, but I did find a couple phrases that got him a little bit under control.
1. (To make him stop screaming) “You can make whatever sounds you like, as long as they’re quiet.”
2. (To keep him with the group) “Hey, go chase Aunt Sara!”
3. (To make him wait in one place for a minute) “Look there! Buttons!”
There was also the moment when I gave him headphones so he could listen to one of the documentary things, and the amazed “WHOA!” when he realized they made sound (the same “WHOA” exclaimed upon discovery of the automatic-flushing toilet). All-in-all, a fun day.
But I still bought a bottle of Merlot at the end.
It just blows my mind…
…that I can say, “15 pushups” (or 30, or 50, or even 100) to someone, and they’ll just drop and do them, no questions asked. Whether the reason is justified or not. Tonight, it was a guy who hit my lip during sparring, which then bled about 2 drops.
Seriously, guys. I am near the top of a hierarchy. Perhaps not the most important one in the world, but it’s pretty sweet.
Stop me if I become a power-hungry mad scientist, though. Or don’t.
From here, link found on Reddit. I love this.
An accident could have changed everything.
And it’s crap like this that made us have to actually write down the rules of gun safety.
That being said, what does a lightsaber look like from that angle? Research (Read: movies) time!
I Love You / I Know
Art prints available at Concepcion Studios.
D’aww!
Amon: This sport would be great if it wasn’t for the benders.
By: KaiserNeko
Hilarious dub. Language warning: Clerks.
Light Up Candy Lightsabers
Available at thinkgeek in Luke (blue), Vader (red), or Yoda (green) flavors. Eat well, my friends, and May the 4th Be With You! (hey, I live in the past so it’s still relevant here)
