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Scene: Friday. Opener doesn't show up. Opener doesn't call. Renay opens for the first time in two and a half years after closing the night before.

Much, much, much later:

owlmoose: the "open after close" thing is hard in the best of circumstances
renay: I am going to choke him
renay: especially if he got arrested again

1. My to-do list currently has 47 items on it. I am not joking.

2. I I think Final Fantasy should have a Big Bang challenge. owlmoose and chaosraven agree, so owlmoose and I created a poll, which you can find over at her pad. I will note that the high word count is the point. That's what makes it awesome. I don't think it's likely we'll aim for a 40,000 minimum. 20,000 seems high enough, and people can go as high as they want beyond that.

In case anyone is wondering, yes this is me adding another item to my to-do list. Ahahaha.

3. So! In 2010 I will be, with the magnificent dizmo, leading the AO3 Tag Wranglers in great and glorious quests for riches. We will soon be setting off on our great steads, metatags, into the wilds of the archive, and will document and study many great fandoms, and bring cute, small fuzzy fandoms back home to our hearths! It will be a grand adventure! <3

Or in non-nerd, I'm one of the co-leads for the AO3 tag wrangler team (hahaha staff how did I get into this EXCEPT I KNOW HOW *stares at general_jinjur*). XD I also joined VolCom, which scares me a little. I have to figure out when I am going to Learn the Ropes, but I think it will be good learnings for me so I am excited. :D

4. I went back to school! I have already been in tears twice. This should surprise no one, least of all me—and yet! Last time I was a fuck-up, this time I am trying really hard not to be but the result is the same. Both times tears were caused by poor communication on part of a professor. Dear professor: you make a lot more money than I do, please don't make me do your job.

Oliver Twist is going well. It's funnier than I expected, but there's no sense of suspense whatsoever. Telling people the ending basically on the first page: what? Really suspicious turn of fortune to place particular characters in particular places at specific times? Okay, Dickens could tl;dr with the best, but he shows you the gun the whole time. Also, the anti-Semitism is horrid! Not only is Fagin a Jew, he's a terrible Jew that eats sausage. Ah, white dudes. Always gotta be better than someone.

There's one good Oliver/Dodger fic out there; I have not yet braved FFnet. I might not be able to considering that whenever I go they show me ads every time I click to a new page. Gross.

5. Work has been work. I was tossed into the deep end of Starbucks, and now I think if someone comes up and orders a quad venti soy cinnamon dolce latte, extra syrup, no whip or a iced coffee with caramel and white chocolate, light ice, with an extra expresso shot I will know what to do....maybe. I do not promise lack of panic, guys, but I will give it my best shot. :|

6. I have a new project I am doing! It is Top Secret but will be revealed soon, maybe, if I my to-do list doesn't consume me, followed by the entire planet.

It's safe to say Black Powder War is my least favorite Temeraire novel. I will probably skip the rest, since I've made it through half of Sunshine while waiting for my interest to return. The Game of Kings is next, though! I MADE A PROMISE.

I survived Black Friday. I did not do it unscathed. $coffeefolks have a broken ice machine and $dayjob's ice machine is some kind of relic from 2001 that doesn't make enough ice for 400 people to have ice in one hour. I mean, how SILLY, right? So $dayjob bought us bagged iced. Not cubed ice, put in bags, but chunks of ice. Imagine those coming out of a two inch wide hole! IT DOESN'T HAPPEN. I had to drop the bags, then empty them into the cooler, then bang and bang and bang. Needless to say, I pulled a few muscles! Like the muscles in my hands.

The weekend only got better from there, including but not limited to 45 pieces of chewed gum, Everyone Wanting Diet Coke When We Run Out Due to Faulty Bib Even Though Normally One Bib Lasts Weeks Because No One Gets It, a guest reaming me out over daring to be out of Diet Coke and ice at the same time and another guest informing her I'd fill the goddamn ice if she would stop bitching (<3), and new Boss Lady endearing herself to no one by only checking on us to complain we're not doing something she wants. Yeah, she's new but fuck I already dislike her. Tonight was the first night of peace and serenity.

$popcornjob and $coffeefolks made $7,000 Black Friday. On Saturdays we normally only make $3500. Haaaa. I felt every dollar of the $788 spent on fountain drinks alone.

STAY IN SCHOOL, KIDS.

In my downtime I have been wrangling! FFVIII and FFX/X-2 are done (for now). Meanwhile, FFVII is a douchebag and has 92374682 canons and 0946728947 characters and there's like five versions of all the pairings and I want to stab myself in the face. :D :D :D

I split my pants in the crotch today bending over to lift a soda bib! \o/

Then I came home, took off said pants, and somehow stepped down into our bathroom wastebasket. The wastebasket is not a size nine. So score one for foot fail.

At least I have jazz hands kitty to make my day better!

Work is terrible. I can't believe I put up with these shenanigans.