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I dunno why I was so cranky today, but damn was I glad to get home and not have anyone pestering me at work any more! Not that too many people even were, I was just super grouchy, and didn't want to customer service anybody. I got more help down in the shipping/receiving area than anticipated, so the tasks I was budgeting all day to deal with suddenly evaporated. The guys "helping" were only so helpful, too. The rest of the day was spent beginning to fix the gawdawful mess they'd made of shelving the class books. Gargh.
Sparky the Wonder Boss wants me to do an advert display for the big window. The giant geoduck stays, that's all I know. He suggested a crazed axe murderer "chopping a damsel in distress wearing a dress that says 'PRICES'!" I wryly suggested that such a window display would have all of the campus feminists down upon our heads, again and that perhaps something different would be better. He didn't ask about why "again," and I didn't volunteer. I was still cheesed that, when I'd heard he was looking for me, I went to find him to see what he wanted, only to have him turn and walk away from me as I opened my mouth to ask what it was.
I brought home styrofoam and a box to send miso to Andrew. Poor kid can't find any in Missouri, not in neighborhoods his mother is willing to take him. They tried looking on base, at a Chinese restaurant and at a Japanese restaurant with small store attached. Both restaurants recognize Andrew as "the kid who uses chopsticks!" At the Japanese place, the clerk suggested that Andrew could use the powdered miso in a pouch. Andrew was just appalled, looked at the guy and said "NO! I want to make it myself!" We got two tubs of a kind I'm too illiterate to be able to read. It's smooth and chunky and a little stinky, just perfect. I'll send it second day air on Monday.
On the plus side, the little trailer for the soon-to-be-existant student run cafe ("The Flaming Eggplant") showed up on campus today, and the menu looks super promising.
Sparky the Wonder Boss wants me to do an advert display for the big window. The giant geoduck stays, that's all I know. He suggested a crazed axe murderer "chopping a damsel in distress wearing a dress that says 'PRICES'!" I wryly suggested that such a window display would have all of the campus feminists down upon our heads, again and that perhaps something different would be better. He didn't ask about why "again," and I didn't volunteer. I was still cheesed that, when I'd heard he was looking for me, I went to find him to see what he wanted, only to have him turn and walk away from me as I opened my mouth to ask what it was.
I brought home styrofoam and a box to send miso to Andrew. Poor kid can't find any in Missouri, not in neighborhoods his mother is willing to take him. They tried looking on base, at a Chinese restaurant and at a Japanese restaurant with small store attached. Both restaurants recognize Andrew as "the kid who uses chopsticks!" At the Japanese place, the clerk suggested that Andrew could use the powdered miso in a pouch. Andrew was just appalled, looked at the guy and said "NO! I want to make it myself!" We got two tubs of a kind I'm too illiterate to be able to read. It's smooth and chunky and a little stinky, just perfect. I'll send it second day air on Monday.
On the plus side, the little trailer for the soon-to-be-existant student run cafe ("The Flaming Eggplant") showed up on campus today, and the menu looks super promising.
