Van Gogh in My Soup

I am stalling. I have a 3-day regional conference that begins tomorrow, and I need to be ironing, cleaning, and packing, but I'm not. The fact that I'm updating this blog when I'm not really compelled to do so is telling enough of my procrastination station.

The conference is 'in town', but we're still expected to stay at the hotel a mere 20 miles away. In a way this is convenient for me, as I like to heavily imbibe in the evenings of such occassions, and don't want to worry about having to drive home afterward or get up extra early the next day. In another way this is yucky for me because I have to go through the trouble of boarding my cat.

I spent money I didn't need to spend on some new work clothes. I got another pair of black slacks, a pair of really cute dark gray with white pin stripes slacks, and 4 blouses. One of the blouses is white and has those super poofy pirate cuffs at the wrists, which is TOTALLY out of character for me, so I figured I'd wear that one day and let everyone make fun of me. I would. Actually, I also picked up a couple of cute lace-bordered tanks in black and pale blue to try out that cute tank over blouse look that is adorable and yet still quite professional. If you've not seen it, it's difficult to explain, but it sure does look fashionable to me. And trust me, I need alllll the help I can get to look fashionable.

I need to wash and/or iron all those items tonight.

For those of you who are jealous when I get free stuff....neener neener neener, because I'm going to get a lot more free stuff tomorrow night.

There is also a new GM in position, and I already told him he's going to be the 'gopher/fetcher' for the district, so I'll get to sit back and enjoy my multiple drinks while he gets them for me. He's a good guy with a strong sense of humor, so I think he'll be ok.
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A couple of weeks ago I made some egg drop soup from a package. Not great tasting, but inexpensive. As I was stirring the beaten egg into the boiling soup I noticed the concoction looked like the swirling sky of a Van Gogh painting. Van Gogh in my soup. I wonder no one else has ever noticed this.
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"Excuse me, sir, but you dropped your crack pipe." A guy dropped his crack pipe on the tile at the front of my store last week. It is now a running joke. He apparently tried to come in the store again a couple days ago. He must be smoking crack to think that we're going to let him back in.
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The gas station closest to here has a huge problem with beggars. I was vacuuming my car today, keeping an eye out for one, and sure enough, some old guy came up behind me and started to ask for money. I hate that. I don't ever let them get past 'excuse me'. I have a two handed, very firm crossing of the arms 'no' gesture accompanied with a verbal 'go away'. If I see them walking towards me at the pumps, I strike pre-emptively and tell them 'don't even ask me.' At intersections I don't avert my eyes, that is weak and wimpish. I look them straight in the eyes and shake my head and mouth 'no' to them. So there.
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Several more Wentworth Miller sightings, and also the guy now on Prison Break who used to be on Invasion last year. The FedEx Express guy saw WM, but I have yet to see him, which I really think is remarkable considering I'm in my store over 50 hours a week. Could everyone be pulling my leg?
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I think that's all I got. Oh wait, I'm in the middle of season 6 of Stargate: SG-1. I loves me some Stargate. And that now reminds me that Vaughan Williams, one of my fishies at work, died a couple weeks ago. It was very sad. I emailed an obituary to all my peers and boss. Several folks emailed back condolences. I had a small funeral for him in the handicapped stall of the women's restroom, then I went to Petsmart to get a plecostomous and a new fish--a black oramond goldfish. I am letting my staff name the new fish.

When I came home last night, my favorite fish at home had died. She was a balloon bellied molly, and was extremely cute. All the other fish in the tank were crying. Poor poor dead fishies.
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Gracie kitty is faring well.

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Ok, now I got nothing.