End, Weekend, End...

At least I got some rest and food -- much needed. Paycheques start again next week and I will be able to start saving up for the California holiday. Which I will need in spades after the winter that is being and the spring that is to come. I like my job and everything, but it's too much stress to do without at least the glimmer of a holiday on the horizon. Besides, the Pink Lady (and maybe the others too, I dunno) are already compiling their list of things I should bring back with me. Not only is this nice cos I like being generous when I can be, but it also means that I have a very long-term job.

How do you tell someone that, while you like them, maybe you like them too much to listen to them yap about your competition?

Note to the Eurotrash -- there are such things as headphones. Please use them. Or I will have to perform an enema on you with one of the monitors.

In all honesty, I think there is something rotten in the state of EasyNothing. There's this old fat guy who brings luggage in here and hangs around with the young, admittedly pretty Eurotrash and they blare music and I really have to wonder what the fuck their game is. There's this club atmosphere that screams 'drugs and pimps'.

...Y'know, maybe I ought to move upstairs...

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