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Today's Keyboard Smash
Oct. 28th, 2021 05:15 pmI have successfully attained vacation mode! No one tackled me to the floor on my way out yesterday, in an attempt to chain me to a machine and keep me working. It occurs to me that, while I have taken individual days off on occasion, I've never taken multiple days off work, planned a year in advance, for something that could be described as a vacation. The closest I've gotten to that is *checks notes* quitting my job, with or without getting my boss fired in the process for labor law violations.
Vacation! New! Weird!
In an entirely separate event that also had the possibility of ending with me chained up, prohibited from leaving, I went to a tattoo place after work. The possible chaining is because they failed to mention that when they say they take cash or cards, what they mean is "we take cash and we have an ATM on-site for people to obtain more cash." Which is all well and good, but I only had my credit card (not debit and thus meaningless in an ATM) and a debatable amount of cash on me.
Oh, or they take Venmo. Please consult last weekend's rant about my unwelcome new smartphone and decide for yourself how likely it was that I had a Venmo account just sitting around idly on my phone.
Fortunately, I was able to deal with the situation like the old school weirdo I am: I dug out all my secret stashes of cash, hidden in disused sections of my black hole of a backpack. Of course I have secret cash stashes around my bags and my home and my car. Be impressed I don't have buried jars of money in the backyard as well. It's secret money, so I don't think of it as available to spend, but it totally IS in case of emergencies. Beat that, Venmo.
(Yes, I did realize after the fact that between their wi-fi, a tablet, and a smartphone, I absolutely could have gotten myself set up with Venmo or similar if needed. I wasn't actually in danger of becoming an indentured servant in the tattoo shop. It just sort of felt like it at the time.)
Anyway, that's not important--just nerve-wracking and sort of embarrassing, since I wasn't fully prepared to reveal what a tire fire I am in that moment. The important bit is that I now have a pierced septum.
I've wanted one for years, but it wasn't going to be compatible with my restaurant job. Then I was going to get it for my birthday this year--35 being a nice number, as far as such things go--but pandemic, no vaccine yet, open sores in respiratory zones, etc etc. Didn't seem like a great move. So I told myself, if any of that was even remotely better by October, I'd get it done for Halloween. I don't know if this is better, but I am vaxxed at least, and I decided that was good enough.
I have a new hole in my head! Yay! A bit sore today, but not distressingly so. Smacked myself in the nose in the night, which is a normal but newly dire experience for me. Oh, and as soon as I got home last night and washed my face, I got the ends of the horseshoe tangled in the fibers of the towel and had to pry myself loose. So. You know. "Tire fire" isn't really an inaccurate impression to leave people with.
Vacation! New! Weird!
In an entirely separate event that also had the possibility of ending with me chained up, prohibited from leaving, I went to a tattoo place after work. The possible chaining is because they failed to mention that when they say they take cash or cards, what they mean is "we take cash and we have an ATM on-site for people to obtain more cash." Which is all well and good, but I only had my credit card (not debit and thus meaningless in an ATM) and a debatable amount of cash on me.
Oh, or they take Venmo. Please consult last weekend's rant about my unwelcome new smartphone and decide for yourself how likely it was that I had a Venmo account just sitting around idly on my phone.
Fortunately, I was able to deal with the situation like the old school weirdo I am: I dug out all my secret stashes of cash, hidden in disused sections of my black hole of a backpack. Of course I have secret cash stashes around my bags and my home and my car. Be impressed I don't have buried jars of money in the backyard as well. It's secret money, so I don't think of it as available to spend, but it totally IS in case of emergencies. Beat that, Venmo.
(Yes, I did realize after the fact that between their wi-fi, a tablet, and a smartphone, I absolutely could have gotten myself set up with Venmo or similar if needed. I wasn't actually in danger of becoming an indentured servant in the tattoo shop. It just sort of felt like it at the time.)
Anyway, that's not important--just nerve-wracking and sort of embarrassing, since I wasn't fully prepared to reveal what a tire fire I am in that moment. The important bit is that I now have a pierced septum.
I've wanted one for years, but it wasn't going to be compatible with my restaurant job. Then I was going to get it for my birthday this year--35 being a nice number, as far as such things go--but pandemic, no vaccine yet, open sores in respiratory zones, etc etc. Didn't seem like a great move. So I told myself, if any of that was even remotely better by October, I'd get it done for Halloween. I don't know if this is better, but I am vaxxed at least, and I decided that was good enough.
I have a new hole in my head! Yay! A bit sore today, but not distressingly so. Smacked myself in the nose in the night, which is a normal but newly dire experience for me. Oh, and as soon as I got home last night and washed my face, I got the ends of the horseshoe tangled in the fibers of the towel and had to pry myself loose. So. You know. "Tire fire" isn't really an inaccurate impression to leave people with.
