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Sep. 22nd, 2009 08:52 pmWork today sucked like Hell. I started the day by forgetting my sneakers, so I had to borrow a pair that were a half-size too small - almost tolerable, except they were steel-toe so there was no give, and they were narrow up there. Sooo I'm pretty sure after 8 hours on my feet in those I'll never walk again.
And today we were running the labeler, and I ended up stacking the packed boxes on the pallet, which is usually my favorite job when we have the labeler going - it's the most labor-intensive (yes! I actually like doing the least lazy thing sometimes), and it's one of the few jobs that takes some thinking (not much, but there a couple specific rules about how to stack the boxes...it's like doing a 100-piece puzzle when everyone else is doing a 50) so the day goes by a lot faster for me. BUT the last time we ran the labeler there were two of us stacking, and I didn't take that into account, and there was no fan today. So my arms are KILLING me and I am exhausted right to my bones. And I think we're still labeler-ing tomorrow, too.
Whatev. I've spent the evening unwinding with fic, both reading and writing. Here, please enjoy this implausible, cracktacular, AU setup for a JoBros/Black Rebel Motorcycle Club fic.
And today we were running the labeler, and I ended up stacking the packed boxes on the pallet, which is usually my favorite job when we have the labeler going - it's the most labor-intensive (yes! I actually like doing the least lazy thing sometimes), and it's one of the few jobs that takes some thinking (not much, but there a couple specific rules about how to stack the boxes...it's like doing a 100-piece puzzle when everyone else is doing a 50) so the day goes by a lot faster for me. BUT the last time we ran the labeler there were two of us stacking, and I didn't take that into account, and there was no fan today. So my arms are KILLING me and I am exhausted right to my bones. And I think we're still labeler-ing tomorrow, too.
Whatev. I've spent the evening unwinding with fic, both reading and writing. Here, please enjoy this implausible, cracktacular, AU setup for a JoBros/Black Rebel Motorcycle Club fic.
It started as a joke, a drunk-stoned-probably-more phone call to someone they'd met while working out the New Moon soundtrack thing, a name they recognized from the ending credits of something moronic on the Disney channel and a suggestion Nick made (that might not have been a joke, it's hard to tell with him).
Of course, as these things go, they maybe kept the joke going too long, because it was funnier when it turned out they were the only ones who got it, and either Disney's less anal than rumored about who they associate with or their background checks suck; either way, Pete's smoking outside a Disney soundstage, while Nick's off somewhere shadowing the gayest Jonas brother (which is like talking about the wettest ocean, but hey) and Rob's seething but not actually doing anything to stop their brush with Disney stardom.
