I was impressed yesterday when I watched a leg break being slog swept straight to silly mid-on, and the non-striker was out going for a quick single.
Sports is not my first language, but please don't bother to translate. My engines canna take nae more.
Orange juice after brushing your teeth is bad enough. Lemonade after brushing your teeth is just as bad. But fruit punch after brushing is a special warm Mad Dog 20/20 kind of nasty.
Brushing your teeth with Merlot can be quite a jolly experience, especially if you also rinse with merlot and swallow instead of spit.
My biggest store just returned a closing inventory of $27,545.20 vs an opening inventory of $27,545.37 for EOM April. That 17 cent correction is the smallest I've seen in 20+ years of restaurant financials. It should not be possible.
My wife managed a retail store. She had one of the lowest "shrinkage" rates in the chain and it was nowhere near that. That is phenomenal.
The E-Bike revolution has flooded the roads with people on the first two wheeler they've had since they were twelve who are sure that balancing on two wheels is all you need to know about riding a bike.
Its random but may be useful to some: Ingram has marked "Dark Fantasy" as a hot trend right now. "Trend alert" came up at work yesterday for the genre. Could it be that Rom-Com is finally getting dethroned??
On a different, more ponderous bent; how many different, actual paying jobs have you had thus far? What say you starving wriers? I have nineteen. Some very long term, some very short. Weird: cemetery worker Dangerous: deep mine electrician Fun, most times anyway: fishing guide. Boring: forklift operator
I can remember 9, there may be a few I'm forgetting. Aside from the paper route they were all either restaurant or automotive related.
you and I had dramatically different interpretations of that post you ruined an amazing joke with your parentheticals
I have had two. One in my youth as a paper delivery in what is classified by the police as an "exposed area" or risky area, though I mostly worked in the calmer half of that area. Was asked if I knew where a guy's moped was once, he said the security services had stolen it from him. I never got into any trouble there, all the tough guys were asleep during my work hours. The second as a do-everything kinda guy at a campsite. I handled the reception and the area. Worked there for around seven seasons. Best job in my life so far. I fear my working days are over, my mind broke down twenty-seventeen and hasn't really returned to me. Luckily, I've been with the system, it has provided for me during my time as a mental invalid. I look forward to pay it back in taxes if I ever become a rich writer. I really hate feeling useless, I want to help my society.
JT; I was counting both. I worked less than 40 when I was in school. Tho I did work 40 during my senior year; I only had English my 12th year. One job I worked all thru jr. high; 6 hours or so a night; was a chicken catcher. You have to be from the "chicken" belt in the sixties to know what that job was. Made eight dollars a night for some of the dirtiest work imaginable!
Ooh. Gotcha.... Then collectively, my count is 7 File clerk for a clinic in HS Work-study in college (on campus) Janitor at a chain gym (off campus) Library Assistant FT post college Office assistant PT Pre-school activities assistant PT Librarian
Fun topic. I haven't been able to afford any kind of financial insecurity for a while, no safety net really, so over the past 12+ years I have only worked for two different companies. But I did all kinds of interesting jobs when I was younger, which taught me a heck of a lot about life. My first job was a man's job, but I was just a kid. Bread factory, very labour-intensive. Longest shift was 14 hours. But I used that money to buy my first instrument, a bass guitar. High school was a lot more fun after forming a rock band. After that I worked several years in a convenience store - evenings, and some overnights, and boy did that open my eyes when I was in my late teens. And then came my favourite job ever. Wish I could've made an actual living doing it, but even way back then the business owner knew that he only had about a decade left to operate. That's right, I was a movie store guy at a local, independent video rental business. Unlimited free rentals. This is how I introduced myself to all the classics, many of which I could only view on VHS. We also got to take home the new releases over the weekend before they were put out on the shelves every Tuesday. The chip guy did not destroy the unsold snacks - he wrote them off and let us take the bags of fatty, heavily salted, delicious garbage home with us. Plenty of interesting conversations with fellow fans of films. Aaaaaand sometimes it was a great place to meet girls. Those years as a video store clerk were so much fun, even though the wages were terrible. Man, those were the days !
One can have a lot of jobs in 60 years. I started working in the school library at the age of ten and babysitting at the age of eleven. Right now, I'm a museum naturalist, historical reenactor, and embroidery teacher. This winter I retired after ten years as a first responder for the sheriff office's victim response unit. I was probably one of the last horseback census takers (Federal census 1980). Some of my houses were waaaaay out on the Laramie plain where there was not enough snow to ski and too much mud to drive. I borrowed a horse and away I went. Other jobs included building fence for the Forest Service, catching fish for Wyoming Game and Fish, doing vegetative, raptor, and mammalian surveys as a private range conservationist, and growing cotton and small grains for a university ranch. I've been a freelance writer for three decades, give or take a year or two, and taught writing courses at the community college. For forty years, I was a belly dancer, performing and/or teaching. I worked twelve years as a legal assistant and a couple of years as a part time actress (yeah, I was paid but I didn't much like it). I operated a scrapper on a road crew. I mended fishing nets. I never made much money except on the road crew, but I've had an interesting time. Non, je ne regrette rien.
CG; sounds like a live well lived thus far. I bet your fireside discussions with friends takes off in so many directions. Sounds like you were the kind of girl I was looking for when I moved to northern New Mexico so many summers ago. But as my usual mien; very much not the kind I ended up with. If you look in a dictionary for poor life decisions; there's my picture. I know what a scraper does; but a "scrapper "; isn't that the one that always wants to kick the shit out of some knothead?
