We braved IKEA (in MA, on tax-free weekend, no less) and came home with a kick ass picture of Piccadilly Circus, plus some new office organizers for my new office. (They’re peeeeeeeeenk!), because that’s what crazy people with money do.
Then, we went to Seacoast Power Equipment (*snicker*) for a new lawn mower, because that’s what responsible adults do.
Then, we went to Michael’s where I bought some ridiculous peeeeeeeeenk flowers for the new office because that’s what people who hate hotel room beige do.
Then, we went to the mall where I bought more suits for work, because that’s what corporate sell outs do.
Then, we went to Five Guys for lunch/dinner, because that’s what hungry people do.
Then, we went to Bed, Bath and Beyond, because that’s what people with suits do when they don’t have hangers for their suits.
Then, we went to Bath and Body Works, because that’s what people who want to smell nice do.
Then, we went to Hodgie’s for ice cream, because that’s what adults do when it’s dinner time.
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Seriously, when it’s all spelled out like that it’s BORING… but we had so much fun today that it was totally ridiculous.
I don’t get sappy about the husband here, and I hardly talk about our relationship, for a lot of reasons.
It’s days like today, though, that totally prove how lucky I am to have found him. That he’s hung around through the worst of it all. Things could have turned out so different if we had stuck to our guns when we broke up. Twice.
Life has a funny way of giving you what you need, even if it is in the form of a redneck, white trash, farm boy from Ohio. (She says with love… honest!)
Today was a good day and it was mostly because of him.
Now that I’ve gotten over the panic of finding a new job, and actually BEING at the new job, life is pretty damn good.
Here’s some quick snippets of life at the hotel / motel / Holiday Inn…
My official title is Assistant Corporate Controller, but when I write it down, I almost always write it as “Ass Controller.” I don’t know why I insist on forgetting that damn T every time, but I do.
One of our vendors, Leslie’s Poolmart, is in our software as Leslie’s Poo.
We had a reservation for a group listed as “New Englind Executive Ass”. I have no idea what they do, but I fucking LOVE the name. (Let’s just ignore the fact that the brain trust who booked the group in the system can’t spell New England.)
(Yeah… I’m 12 years old and laughing at ass and poop jokes.)
It is expensive to replace elevators. I mean, I know they’re not cheap - this is actually the second company I’ve worked for that’s installed new elevators - but it’s shocking when you have to write a check for six figures, which is only 40% of the total cost.
It’s also crazy expensive to be a franchisee of a brand name chain. The amount they charge us for the use of their name, among other brand specific things, is ridiculous.
SMERFs are a real thing! It’d be cooler if they were little blue creatures who live in mushrooms, but SMERFs are SMERFs.
I’m learning all kinds of exciting new things. The hospitality industry is like a gazillion different types of fascinating. So much goes into running a hotel that it’s insane… besides the meth lab in our HQ, I’ve heard stories of thieving housekeepers, domestic disturbances, trashed hotel rooms, shady front desk staff. Not necessarily at any of our hotels, but we did have a trashed room during my first or second week. That was pretty cool. OH! And the room next to ours? A car drove into it. Right through the fucking wall. (Long before I started, but that had to have been interesting.)
So yeah… now that life is calm, the bipolar is hibernating, and I’m generally feeling pretty damn chipper… I’m happy there and I can see myself there for a long time.
It took long enough.
It didn’t hurt that I got to see Black Mountain Symphony on Saturday, in Weedstock either. That was huge in putting my world right, as it always is.
Oh - let’s discuss the show, shall we?
I don’t know why, but Mike got the idea that he wanted to see me high. Like I’d be even more fun to be around. As if that were even possible!
That led to a confession to Rollz, that the closest I got I ever got to even thinking about getting high was when they were here on one of their road trips and it was me and him outside. I don’t know why I finally came clean. There’s just something about him… I even thanked him AGAIN for reading “Scott and Kate” and pushing me in the direction of reaching out to the Duke of Stud.
Someone once asked me if I had a thing for Rollz, and it’s not like that. He’s a nice guy, and there is a connection, but no. Just. No. There’s a lot to love about him (at least the bits I’ve been privvy to), but yeah. I’ll pass. I’m too old for that kind of shit.
Besides, if I’m going to waste my time worrying about a relationship that isn’t going to happen, I’m going to focus on Johnlock. (From the description of a fan fic I’ve bookmarked to read later: “because god dam in a row boat that man has the most delicious arse I have ever seen.” Come on! That’s so much better than worrying about whether or not I’m going to get it on with someone ten years younger than me who has a girlfriend. By the way, I am TOTALLY fucking stealing god dam in a row boat. That’s awesome.)
Speaking of relationships, “THIS WEEK: HARTFORD!!” (Part one of my Cabin Pressure ‘trilogy’ - which finally has a name!) is really, truly, almost ready for another round of editing. I did a little bit of a rewrite. OK. I did a LOT of a rewrite. This is a bigger bitch than writing a Sherlock case fic (and THAT is a right bitch, my friends). I wish I knew what drove me to write fan fic for Cabin Pressure. *sigh*
And on that note, I need to prep for GISHWHES. Misha changed things up and it starts on Sunday. (Instead of November…) SUNDAY! I’m not ready for that level of insanity. Wish me luck!!!
I’ve been reading some pretty NSFW fan fic during my lunch breaks. (Oh my phone! I’m not completely moronic.) And this one piece, is… WOW! I can’t go into a lot of detail because then you’ll really lock me away in the funny farm, but anything that involves Sherlock falling off a coffee table multiple times (before deducing that if he can’t see the coffee table, he can’t fall off of it), and a thousand mentions of hedgehogs, will make me snicker.
I laughed so hard, I choked on my lunch. I laughed so hard I cried. I laughed so hard my boss had to come on and check on me.
I had no idea what to tell him. I mean, I’m not at the point where I could say to him, “Hey! I’m reading this ridiculously dirty piece of Sherlock BBC fan fiction and Sherlock keeps falling off the coffee table while trying to get buggered by John.” (And that’s the BARELY safe for work version.)
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My car wasn’t nearly as bad as it could have been. Apparently, a loose gas cap was the cause of the check engine light. The sad thing is, we tested that theory about six times. Both of us. I’m not sure what the probability of both J and I leaving the gas cap too lose is, but we both loosened and tightened the damn thing.
Oh well. They fixed the weird idling issue, gave me new brakes… and I am ready to go to Weedstock tomorrow night!
It’s been too long since I’ve seen Black Mountain Symphony and if I had to, I’d fucking walk there this weekend.
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I came home to five Cabin Pressure themed t-shirts (because the hubby of wonder is wonderful), and… THIS!
I have been not able to use words of more than one sound since I saw this the first time.
In other news… the hotel I work in was home to a meth lab. Some guy came in last year, rented some rooms and set up a one pot lab. Blew shit up, too. They’ve caught him and I guess he’s going to court or whatever, but MY HOTEL WAS HOME TO A METH LAB. How fucking cool is that?
What? You can’t tell me anything that cool has happened in your offices.
Apparently, we’re picking out china patterns and naming the kids
i couldn’t imagine what that would feel like…
Oh vey!
My baby is all blinky and cranky and probably needs a very expensive hospital stay.
I know we’re already in $500 for new brakes, but I don’t know what’s causing the check engine light to light up my dashboard with it’s orangey glowy goodness.
Teh interwebs are full of Subies with this CEL issue, and they’re well under 50K. I guess I should be happy that my baby has made it to 109K… but orangey glowy goodness whilst speeding down the highway at *cough* miles per hour, isn’t probably, generally, something to be happy about no matter how old the car is.
I guess it’s time. I mean, even at 109K, my Subie’s still a baby, but shit needs to start breaking. Right? The circle of life and all that happy bullshit.
Fuck.
I guess I got a job just in time…
Speaking of:
At work today, the fawning over me started making me uncomfortable.
It’s like “I’m meeting the parents this weekend” uncomfortable.
I can’t help that I’m brilliant, and quick, and wicked fucking smart.
I get it.
I’m the best thing that happened to their accounting department in years.
One of the Facebook Sherlock fan pages I like has an admin named Lestrade, and the worst thing that could ever happen to a Sherlockian just happened.
Lestrade discovered “Alone on the Water”.
Then, someone named Echo introduced Lestrade to the fucking video.
We did more than break Lestrade…
We fucking DESTROYED her.
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In other news, I’ve taken a break from my Cabin Pressure fan fic because it’s bothering the fuck out of me and I can’t figure out what’s wrong with it. It’s written in the style of the show, so each piece is a stand alone “episode”, but there’s just something off. (It doesn’t help that my wonderful proofreader didn’t like it because “it’s not funny”. I know the show is a comedy, but they do have lives outside of the episodes… my fic focuses on those.)
Since I have a physical need to write, I’ve decided to focus on my Johnlock case fic.
I suck at writing cases - there’s so much work involved to make something up and make it sound plausible that I decided (again) to take an interesting real life case and tweak it a bit to make it something that Sherlock might enjoy solving.
I was going to pick up the Zodiac, since it’s still unsolved, and then I got the great idea to combine it with the Son of Sam murders. Right now, I’m researching the two killers (thank you, Tru TV’s Crime Library!) and trying to figure out a way to have the Son of Zodiac(?) terrorizing London.
My research led me to the fact that there were TWO Zodiac killers. One in San Fran (the real one) and one in NYC.
The best part of this?!?
The NYC guy got caught, but prior to his arrest, the media compared his crime spree to… The Son of Sam!
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I get that the different countries have different laws regarding copyright and royalties, etc…
If someone wants to buy something from the UK iTunes store (or the US iTunes store, which is the more popular issue), you should just let them. Yeah, you run the risk of not getting your money (I’m sure there’s a lot of fraud), but the majority of people who want to cross borders to buy stuff, will pay for it.
If you don’t let us, we’ll just find ways around it.
There’s no end to the amount of creativity people will exercise to get their way, and it’s only a quick Google search away.
(And, of course, this has absolutely NOTHING to do with my earlier rants about the UK version of Benedict Cumberbatch’s “Top Gear” episode being VASTLY different from the version that aired on BBC America. Nope. Not at all… It also has nothing to do with the Cumberbabe’s reading of “Jabberwocky” that’s only available in the UK iTunes store. Not. One. Bit.)
