Oh No, No Breaks for Me, Thanks
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So this week continues to be utterly time-consumptive. I feel a bit lazy just for typing this for archival sake.
I bought a few albums with this week's paycheck: Otoboke Beaver's Hit Compilation (this was long overdue) and an EP from Asterisco Cardinal Bomba Caveira, a Portuguese band I found while we were on our way to a company picnic.
Yes, there's a big story behind that too! Let me begin by saying:
Friday
was the respite period between the storm of this week. Work was all caught up. I even helped load up cars for the company picnic and manage to bust several cans when a box of Pepsi falls off my dolly, disfiguring 8 cans and fatally wounding three Pepsis. The second job was relatively straightforward despite this one guy in a van who seems to believe in moving his tiny RV right to the front door of the office for some strange reason. That's because
Saturday
had us up early like a workday for a haircut; and a trip to the bank because we're out of quarters but overloaded with laundry; and a trip to replenish my spice collection because I used oregano like it's out of style and I've become addicted to this local garlic farmer who peddles some of the best damn garlic I've ever used; and a trip to find cowbells because the ones I ordered from a hardware store still haven't shipped yet; and get some spray paint for the cowbells; and a need to get some jalapenos and green onions and to brown some ground meat because those are for the company picnic; and we need to check the car because we got home with a tire pressure warning.
We accomplished all of this. I won't bore you with the details, so have a list!
Haircut: late because of aforementioned car checkup and quarter exchange, but so was everyone else in that salon. Two hours.
Quarters: picked up right when the tellers were complaining about all the people coming in for their change. Insert laughter from the live studio audience when Michelle made the request (seriously, they were dining on some scrumptious roffles).
Spices: Some guy decided to refill his entire spice cabinet that day while another guy was replenishing the spice jars like some kind of consumerist circle of life. I'd be moved if I wasn't in a hurry.
Cowbells: "So are you getting 11 cows?" "...no..." we reluctantly admit.
Spray paint: Home Depot has a nice selection and they don't card you for buying spray paint in VT. The more you know!
Foodstuffs for picnic: picked up, chopped, browned, etc. Easiest damn thing that day.
Tire pressure warning: Happened right after the bank but before the haircut. A good tire pressure device saves you a shitload of time. Happy to say we got a good one.
After that day, we get home tired. Which is why we work on thank you cards and Michelle tests the party speaker we bought for the wedding! It's loud! It's got DJ settings! Thus, it's loud AND obnoxious! We're good.
We got everything done, so I start up OITNB because it's the last season and Michelle was remarking that we didn't watch it.
"You know we're going to end up watching this in clumps," I warn her knowingly. She replies with reticent disagreement.
We finish five episodes that day and go to bed at 2AM. Perfect time to sleep for:
Sunday
I remember everything that we need to bring. I heat up the refried beans, I heat up the ground taco meat, I pack up the pico de gallo, the jalapeno slices, the green onions, and some sour cream and we're good to go! Party speaker and a jumbo jenga join us and we go to a supermarket to pick up the things that I'm not going to prep: guac, shredded cheese, olives, and chips.
Flashback: last year's picnic, I struggled under the dehydrating death of 90 degree sunlight looking for some damn chips and salsa because I was enough of a dumbass to forget the quart and a half of the stuff I made for this picnic.
Today: I remembered it ALL. Thank god! Even found some dip that simulated Mexican street corn. High fives all around.
So we make it to the picnic, we set up the speaker, Michelle hits play and-
Nothing.
Okay, look it over. The playlist says it's playing.
Then we see that the phone has a 4G signal and
Oh, one bar.
SON OF A BITCH
Okay, I go to the car and I just grab myu travel collection out of the glove compartment. I treat my coworkers to "We Saw The Wolf," a 90's garage pop band from Boston that plays almost like folk surf music. I recommend everyone give a listen to it. My coworkers did not seem impressed. Philistines.
But we have one bar on the phone, so we manage to download enough by the time we get five songs through the CD and switch to the traditional surf music playlist set up and everything.
Observations
People like the nacho bar idea when you actually have everything prepped properly.
Large Jenga is also very popular.
Kids don't like having timed events to go to.
People who hike get back later than everyone else and are treated to cold food.
Repenting for your sins to lost soda by chugging the disfigured cans is a great way to get over being so exhausted.
Someone took one of our Jenga bars. Michelle is thinking we should get another set and I agree, at the very least so we can do a double-height Jenga.
People remember me more than my amazingly proficient at work waifu-to-be. To be fair, this is Vermont and I'm the only Asian dude there. To also be fair, I think my cooking has become some concept of legend for some reason to the point where the CEO's wife approached me to compliment me for putting out a platter of nacho ingredients.
My pants are a delicious meal of picnic foods and greases from the night before. Eat my pants!
Oh, and by the end of it all, we ended up moving most of the picnic stuff back to the office ourselves. We're both mentally and physically exhausted and Michelle fell asleep as she watching me watch the Game Grumps play Doom because I am too tired to do anything.
Despite that though, I still felt like a lazy shit, so I gold spray painted some cowbells. The coating is uneven for some of them too. Damn it.
And now here I am typing all of this, still feeling like a lazy shit, so going to check the playlist timeline that Michelle gave me and I'm going to start piecing together some music folders before I tetris them into something hopefully not too chaotic. Michelle is watching TV.
I'm honestly glad we have just enough leftovers to cover this week's meals and maybe a few days after that. Just fed the rice cooker. And cleaned the rice cooker because you can cook beans in it but I wouldn't recommend it because you get hot bean juice everywhere as a result but you still need to make your damn refried beans, but that was a story for Thursday.
"Can we take tomorrow off?" Michelle asked as I lumbered to the computer to type this entry.
I dunno, can we?
So this week continues to be utterly time-consumptive. I feel a bit lazy just for typing this for archival sake.
I bought a few albums with this week's paycheck: Otoboke Beaver's Hit Compilation (this was long overdue) and an EP from Asterisco Cardinal Bomba Caveira, a Portuguese band I found while we were on our way to a company picnic.
Yes, there's a big story behind that too! Let me begin by saying:
Friday
was the respite period between the storm of this week. Work was all caught up. I even helped load up cars for the company picnic and manage to bust several cans when a box of Pepsi falls off my dolly, disfiguring 8 cans and fatally wounding three Pepsis. The second job was relatively straightforward despite this one guy in a van who seems to believe in moving his tiny RV right to the front door of the office for some strange reason. That's because
Saturday
had us up early like a workday for a haircut; and a trip to the bank because we're out of quarters but overloaded with laundry; and a trip to replenish my spice collection because I used oregano like it's out of style and I've become addicted to this local garlic farmer who peddles some of the best damn garlic I've ever used; and a trip to find cowbells because the ones I ordered from a hardware store still haven't shipped yet; and get some spray paint for the cowbells; and a need to get some jalapenos and green onions and to brown some ground meat because those are for the company picnic; and we need to check the car because we got home with a tire pressure warning.
We accomplished all of this. I won't bore you with the details, so have a list!
Haircut: late because of aforementioned car checkup and quarter exchange, but so was everyone else in that salon. Two hours.
Quarters: picked up right when the tellers were complaining about all the people coming in for their change. Insert laughter from the live studio audience when Michelle made the request (seriously, they were dining on some scrumptious roffles).
Spices: Some guy decided to refill his entire spice cabinet that day while another guy was replenishing the spice jars like some kind of consumerist circle of life. I'd be moved if I wasn't in a hurry.
Cowbells: "So are you getting 11 cows?" "...no..." we reluctantly admit.
Spray paint: Home Depot has a nice selection and they don't card you for buying spray paint in VT. The more you know!
Foodstuffs for picnic: picked up, chopped, browned, etc. Easiest damn thing that day.
Tire pressure warning: Happened right after the bank but before the haircut. A good tire pressure device saves you a shitload of time. Happy to say we got a good one.
After that day, we get home tired. Which is why we work on thank you cards and Michelle tests the party speaker we bought for the wedding! It's loud! It's got DJ settings! Thus, it's loud AND obnoxious! We're good.
We got everything done, so I start up OITNB because it's the last season and Michelle was remarking that we didn't watch it.
"You know we're going to end up watching this in clumps," I warn her knowingly. She replies with reticent disagreement.
We finish five episodes that day and go to bed at 2AM. Perfect time to sleep for:
Sunday
I remember everything that we need to bring. I heat up the refried beans, I heat up the ground taco meat, I pack up the pico de gallo, the jalapeno slices, the green onions, and some sour cream and we're good to go! Party speaker and a jumbo jenga join us and we go to a supermarket to pick up the things that I'm not going to prep: guac, shredded cheese, olives, and chips.
Flashback: last year's picnic, I struggled under the dehydrating death of 90 degree sunlight looking for some damn chips and salsa because I was enough of a dumbass to forget the quart and a half of the stuff I made for this picnic.
Today: I remembered it ALL. Thank god! Even found some dip that simulated Mexican street corn. High fives all around.
So we make it to the picnic, we set up the speaker, Michelle hits play and-
Nothing.
Okay, look it over. The playlist says it's playing.
Then we see that the phone has a 4G signal and
Oh, one bar.
SON OF A BITCH
Okay, I go to the car and I just grab myu travel collection out of the glove compartment. I treat my coworkers to "We Saw The Wolf," a 90's garage pop band from Boston that plays almost like folk surf music. I recommend everyone give a listen to it. My coworkers did not seem impressed. Philistines.
But we have one bar on the phone, so we manage to download enough by the time we get five songs through the CD and switch to the traditional surf music playlist set up and everything.
Observations
People like the nacho bar idea when you actually have everything prepped properly.
Large Jenga is also very popular.
Kids don't like having timed events to go to.
People who hike get back later than everyone else and are treated to cold food.
Repenting for your sins to lost soda by chugging the disfigured cans is a great way to get over being so exhausted.
Someone took one of our Jenga bars. Michelle is thinking we should get another set and I agree, at the very least so we can do a double-height Jenga.
People remember me more than my amazingly proficient at work waifu-to-be. To be fair, this is Vermont and I'm the only Asian dude there. To also be fair, I think my cooking has become some concept of legend for some reason to the point where the CEO's wife approached me to compliment me for putting out a platter of nacho ingredients.
My pants are a delicious meal of picnic foods and greases from the night before. Eat my pants!
Oh, and by the end of it all, we ended up moving most of the picnic stuff back to the office ourselves. We're both mentally and physically exhausted and Michelle fell asleep as she watching me watch the Game Grumps play Doom because I am too tired to do anything.
Despite that though, I still felt like a lazy shit, so I gold spray painted some cowbells. The coating is uneven for some of them too. Damn it.
And now here I am typing all of this, still feeling like a lazy shit, so going to check the playlist timeline that Michelle gave me and I'm going to start piecing together some music folders before I tetris them into something hopefully not too chaotic. Michelle is watching TV.
I'm honestly glad we have just enough leftovers to cover this week's meals and maybe a few days after that. Just fed the rice cooker. And cleaned the rice cooker because you can cook beans in it but I wouldn't recommend it because you get hot bean juice everywhere as a result but you still need to make your damn refried beans, but that was a story for Thursday.
"Can we take tomorrow off?" Michelle asked as I lumbered to the computer to type this entry.
I dunno, can we?
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