my week so far…

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[both pics from I Can Has Cheezburger]

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sometimes I think “they pay me for this?”

Granted, the thought doesn’t come as often as it used to, because being the recess monitor is harder than I’d like. But yesterday a guy came into the store and was all, ‘Hey, do you have any empty boxes I could have?’

And we did, except we’d just taken them all out to the recycling dumpster. So I told the guy he was welcome to them, and I apologized for the whole dumpster part, and then (this was the fun part) we used a plastic lawn chair so he could climb into the dumpster and hand out boxes. Then he climbed out again and (presumably) went on his way.

(Note: I have climbed into the dumpster before*; it’s much more fun when you have someone to stand on the outside and make sure you’re okay and no one’s calling the cops.)

((*I dropped my box cutter! I wanted it back!))

But yeah. Thanks, Box Guy! You made my day.

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fic rec o’ the day

Thanks to a story I may or may not be writing(*) (so far it is 99% procrastination, 1% actual text), I’ve been reading a lot of Losers fanfic.

I liked this one:
Email Archive #300-08-B, by katemonkey

Set during the movie — emails between Jake and his sister. (Which was totally against Clay’s rules, but Clay came across as kind of a nutcase, so I’m not sure he was the best one to be making the rules.)

El Gato works with me. Scooby’s fixing mystery machines. Mufasa and Scar are doing…god only knows. Gambling, I think. And failing.

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