Oh, Azureus. You broke math! (It's trying to tell me that 5.29GB is 82.6% of 4.44GB.) It would have been easier, faster, and more accurate to rip Torchwood s1 from my DVDs myself, I think. Meh.
So last night when I went into work I was all "OMGZ YEY TOMORROW OFF WOO" and now I'm all "BLARGH CLOSING WITH BITCHFACE TOMORROW." I barely know this girl, but she irks the SHIT out of me because the other day she was rude to me FOR NOT READING HER MIND. She came up to the cafe on her break and waved her paycheck at me. "Can you do this here?" she asked. We
do cash employee payroll checks in the store, so I called my manager because a) I don't know how to do that and b) my drawer was brand spankin' new. He says to have her meet him at the front of the store and he'll cash it for her there, but she gets all huffy at me and she's like, "I JUST WANTED YOU TO SCAN THIS (there is apparently a barcode on our check stubs? Nobody tells me anything) INSTEAD OF PUNCHING IN MY DISCOUNT NUMBER!" And... I was supposed to intuit that from the paycheck waving and the poor communication skills? Anyway, not looking forward to closing with her. Honestly, as much as I like the person whose shift I picked up, I think I would have passed up the extra hours (even though she was trying to find a replacement because she's
sick) if I'd known the shift was with the person it is.
When people make snide-ish comments to a blog's RSS feed on LJ, they are not expecting the blogger to see/reply, y/y?
I forgot how awesome it is to RP with
secondalto. We've got a fun little post-The Shrine story going. I sunk her battleship. \o/ If all goes well I might have a Simon/Jayne RP going here pretty soon, too. I missed RPing. I kind of really want a Chuck/Casey RP, but I'm not sure which I'd rather play. I identify more closely with Chuck, but I have so much fun getting into Casey's head. If anyone's interested, drop me a comment.
Someone should do a study on the long-term effects of living in a state which borders Canada. I put ketchup on my scrambled eggs yesterday and... it was tasty. I think it might be Canadiation sickness. Who knows
what I'll be putting ketchup on next. Does anyone know if it's fatal, or if I'll just start becoming more polite?