afniel: (I ded.)
BARELY!

We had a sick staff member this weekend, plus two large catering orders, and the end result was that on Saturday I worked nine hours without a single break, and eight hours Sunday with just a quickie lunch.

Oh, and I had really bad cramps the whole time, especially in my legs.

My face when this weekend: D:

Ehru saved my life with a super amazing back massage (and arms, and legs, and feet, and hands...) for which I am TOTES THANKFUL or else I'd have died. I still had to come in Monday, too, but at least I was closing, and my boss told me to come in a couple hours later than scheduled and get some rest. And apparently she has been telling all the other staff about my weekend, because my efforts have already passed into legend. I'm either flattered or embarassed...I'm not sure. >_>

It's chilly lately, and I'm excited about fall. It's the only season I've managed to not see here, and my favorite season pretty much everywhere. Indiana's got flaming red and orange trees, Japan has brilliantly clear skies and amazing-smelling kinmokusei...I'm not sure what happens here but I'm looking forward to it.

Anyway. Time to clean out my ridiculously cluttered downloads folder and/or draw. :D
afniel: (Default)
Okay guys, I have an adoreboy. Who sat at work a couple days ago for HOURS making moony eyes at me and vaguely trying to start conversations (with such brilliances as "hey, uh, do you happen to know what time it is?" and "...so..."), and today somehow intercepted me outside Walgreens as I was buying some Tums and informed me that "this Walmart is the best one." I didn't have the heart to tell him he said Walmart when he meant Walgreens. Also on the list of things I don't have the heart to tell him are such things as 1. he looks ten years younger than me and that is very no, 2. he's got boy parts and that is very no, 3. my girlfriend could kick his ass and that is very awesome. One of my coworkers says he looks like Leonardo DiCaprio (sort of true if Leo were 16 or so and a skateboarder), and we are agreed that such a thing is completely wasted on me.

Still, if he keeps happening to show up at places where I also exist, and making those weird doe eyes at me, I am going to have Some Words with him. It's marginally creepy. It could still be coincidence, I guess.

New shoes make work ever so much easier! Though this didn't stop my feet from giving me the hells today as well. I'm prone to random nerve problems around the ball and toes of my right foot as a result of a really old joint fracture that healed all wrong and huge, and I was definitely feeling it today. Strangely enough, walking back from the train station made my arch and heel itch RIDICULOUSLY and I had to stop and massage my heel until it calmed the shit down. What is up with that? I ask you. I really need to just get my feet cut off and get some robotic rocket feet or something.

Lush is a very dangerous store that you should never go into, by the way, because a very fabulous guy will sell you like half the stuff in there.

Also! I have perfected the lightly-fried salmon cake. It is epic. The recipe can be had if you ask nicely.

Also also! Our catgrass is inexplicably growing very tiny mushrooms. I suspect I overwatered the potting medium...

Enough randomness for one day, I suspect it is time to massage my own feet crazy awesome-like. :D
afniel: (Default)
Another strangely boring day at work. I really need new shoes...foodservice in a beat-to-death pair of totally flattened inside Skechers is just not a good long-term plan. x_x I did get to serve one of my awesome regulars, though, and I feel I should plug her awesome work: Foxtrot Designs, from whom I am terrified to even ask what the pens would cost, though I really, really want one. DDDDD: She always carries several with her and threatens to bring a bunch in to show me at work someday. I'm sure it would be my downfall.

Every Wednesday in summer, there's been a live band in the park just behind the house (there are also redwoods behind the house, and they are huge, and I stand there and stare up them going @_@! until Ehru thwaps me for being silly). They're currently absolutely rocking the face off of a cover of Texas Flood. This would be better if I weren't tired and reveling in how it's quiet, dark, and cool indoors. *Fails*

I'm making salmon cakes, couscous, and steamed asparagus for dinner. GUYS WHEN DID I TURN INTO SUCH A HOUSEWIFE? NO REALLY I SUCKED AT BEING ONE WHEN I WAS ONE AND THEN I GOT DIVORCED AND NOW I'M AMAZING AT IT WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN

In less weirdly domestic news, I sort of have a story in my head, and I sort of banged out the first chapter, but I'm unconvinced that it's worth pursuing because I'm not sure it's going to be interesting at all as a written work. I'm afraid it may secretly be a graphic novel or even worse, some sort of survival horror game. Though that makes it very tempting to attempt to write it up as some sort of extremely simplified single-player tabletop game...meh. I can try to explain better if anyone's interested I suppose. I'm not really feeling it.

Also, am I the only one who thinks Firefly is OK but not the most amazing amazing to ever amaze an amazing? I like Kayleigh alright and cannot stand Jayne but that's really about it. The background music keeps reminding me of a super awesome Deadlands game that one of my friends ran back in Japan and maybe that's part of why I keep getting distracted. I just cannot seem to watch it without having something else to do on my netbook at the same time.

...It's definitely time to shower and give myself a crazy mad foot massage before I die.
afniel: (Tea)
Ha! How long will this posting thing last? WHO KNOWS AMIRITE

I work at a teahouse now, which is as nice (and tiring) as it sounds. Today, however, was just boring as crap...I got there at 8:30, opened at 9:30 right on schedule, and until 2pm when the other girl arrived, we had THREE CUSTOMERS.

THREE.

Two of them were just iced tea to go. One at least was a regular that I really enjoy talking to now and then, and it was great having time to dick about and finish all the frilly tea sandwiches (cucumber and radish on white with mint lemon butter takes forever to make, LET ME TELL YOU WHAT), and I washed some odd things that don't usually get washed like the doors and the window frames, but gah. At least being busy makes time pass faster.

Later in the day a customer was quite emphatic that the best part of her day is the moment the tea is served, because setting everything up and then pouring the tea is meditative and ritualistic. (Then I ended up semi-accidentally selling her the shrimp salad and avocado crumpet that I'd been assembling in the back for myself to eat, but that's alright. Crumpets usually take a while to make and it was sort of nice to just be able to whip one out on the spot for once. And the lack of business probably won't be helped by me eating our profits for lunch, even if employees are allowed to nibble now and then.) Parenthetical aside, the point was that I agreed with her. Generally at work if there is an ass you must haul it, like any job, but the exception is when you're actually serving the customers. You can't rush setting the table, and you really can't rush pouring the tea. Presentation is everything, and when the rest of your work comprises of running like a chicken with your head off, it's a little cathartic to have it all culminate in one very quiet, measured moment. Customers invariably stare into the teacup and watch the tea appear to darken as the level rises (and this is why we use fine bone china. :D It's even more impressive in direct sunlight). A lot of them will comment on the color, although the ones ordering lapsang souchong or genmaicha will inevitably go right for the smell.

Oh eeeee, there's an adorable little robin digging around outside the front door.

There's sometimes a hummingbird by the door, which is exciting, and frequently about a million (or ten...what, that's totally a million) honeybees hanging out in the small lemon tree there, but they're very polite and don't try to come in uninvited, which I appreciate immensely as a somewhat-recovering apiphobe. Apparently, honeybee quitting time is 6:45. I found this out yesterday sitting by said lemon tree and planting some seeds in the incredibly neglected planters outside, when suddenly the honeybees picked up and left en masse in roughly the same direction.

Ope, the Ehru is home~ I should heat up dinner, now that I've rambled pointlessly. :| MAYBE IT WAS INTERESTING? ...yeah, probably not.

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