not a perfect metaphor

Work was... generally lacking in people, for the most part. Bought a sweatshirt (it's got... an anime version of Mighty Mouse, sorta, on it) and a notebook (Happy Bunny: Cute but psycho. Things even out) before I clocked back in after break. Still don't know how tomorrow's gonna go, but oh well.
Thunder and lightning kept me from updating before now, so I took the time to work on a fic (including typing some, which... may not have been the safest idea, even with the laptopness). Won;t be online too long due to crazy-early hours tomorrow morning, but I'm here till midnight-12:30.
ETA: Even without having seen the animation, sorting receipts at close turned into badger/mushroom/snake. Badgers are charge-card usage, mushrooms are charge payments, snakes are returns.

Work tonight wasn't too bad. Got all the stuff that showed up yesterday out and on hangers, at least. (My question: Why more stock 6 days before inventory? Do they WANT us to die?)
Some theorization, and a quest for numbers: According to Arlo Guthrie, you need 3 people for an organization and 50 people a day to have a movement. schiarire suggested 100 people for a cult. What I want to know is, how many people constitute a fanbase?
Ack yearbook pages HELP! Also, seems to be Attack of the Plot Bunnies time.

So. Apparently that was the largest annual antique car show in the world. Loads of Mustangs, some Studebakers, old Fords with a circle of glass in front of the steering wheel for the windshield, a Rolls with British-side steering an' EVERYTHING, a Crosley (think old VW Bug, except this was made in 1949), some Viking longcars, even a bulldozer! The sunburn is very well worth it, and will be a tan in a few days anyway.
Anyway: ( rock and roll trivia! )
ETA, three unrelated notes: Am trying to convince Ji to take a second character up at milliways_bar. sotto_voce likes the mix CD (yay!). And after silliness at work, I might have to add 'hats for stuffed animals' to my interests list.

Still haven't heard back from the future roommate, so I emailed her again (from my other address, since the one she was given is the stupid one these days).
Everything's out of the kitchen; there will be countertop tomorrow. Hopefully also a dishwasher. I for one am sick of washing dishes in the bathroom sink.
I'm currently scheduled to work the same night as a Kairos thing; going to see if I can't work earlier.
Jen 2: I've a stack of books in my room that Jayge might like.

Interesting day today. Jen 2 has apparently been plotting Driving Adventures (with help from my parents and... I think Jen 1 got in on it?); today was Half Price Books. I have Coraline, a Crash Test Dummies CD, and a biography of Keith Moon (600 pages! He wasn't alive THAT long, was he?).
I think tomorrow is more Tri-County-ish fun, and possibly Oxford.
Note to self: No more bending over at work. You hit your head too much, and that's terrible on the customer service. (When I was pulling racks in, I at least managed to SAY 'excuse me,' but I was THINKING 'get out of my way before I run you over.')
What we should do with the empty hangers: Put 'em on that empty rounder out front. Yeah, we're selling the Emperor's new clothes now. Up to 50% off lowest marked price!

Ack sidewalk sale HELP. Was on the verge of telling people 'no, actually, now that you've tried it on you have to buy it.' Several times. You would have been too, if you had to put all those clothes away. But! I get to take my CDs Friday for the outside end of things! They'll never get me to go inside, even if it's a million degrees again.
And this is where I give away #16 on that music meme I did earlier: 'Tis Monster (Steppenwolf). I wouldn't, but given all that election-delay fuss? The song's becoming eerily accurate again, and inna big hurry. (Was written in the late '60s, I believe.) So I felt I had to.
(ETA: Try the link now. If this one doesn't work I might do a gratuitous lyric post instead, and the song's in the iTunes store.)

Thousand and one distractions, today. Cleaned up the Bra Pile That Ate Manhattan* at work today, among lots of other things. Also Milliways is eating my BRAAAAIN. It's the Threadzillae, i swear it is.
Jen 2's camera with my pictures is being... uncooperative. I've got her pictures, but not mine, and I think I've got more Bentleys. So, that particular picspam will wait a bit. I'll go through those, but mostly the pictures are waiting till I've got mine.

*Or possibly Queens, depending on how much havoc the Threadzillae've wrought on Manhattan...

Okay, so I called work to tell 'em I'd be a bit late and then got the grandmother to come over. Jen 2 got there at the same time and gave me the ride after all - she'd got stuck in traffic. Adventure for the day is now over.
Still not running the register, but there'll be other days. It's entirely possible to walk (very fast) to Burger King, get a burger, walk back to the store, and eat it in 15 minutes. Oh, and somebody cut a theft-detection tag off something. That was interesting.
Refilled Jen 2's gas tank after work and talked about lots of stuff.

Okay, so wearing new shoes to five hours of on-my-feet work was a bad idea. I think I held up all right, though. One table of chaos instead of two (there was just no way to get the other done), and two color-organized rounders.
Public Service Announcement: When you try clothes on and decide you don't want them after all? Hang them up right side out. I mean, would you have even given that shirt a second glance if it was inside-out when you walked by? I didn't think so.
Next week: Tuesday and Thursday 4-9ish, Friday 9:30-4. (Jen 2, I'll probably call you with that.)
ETA: Former classmate called home while I was at work asking where I got the 42 thing from. The Brit humour spreads once again!

Gainful Employment: not too bad. Prolly will be better once I'm using the cash register on occasion and not just ferrying clothes back and forth. (Never mind the bit where they're having the store remodeled Thursday, so figuring out where things are now won't help me much.)
Still not sure whether 'you have to be at work at four' is a good thing to hear, but it certainly tops 'well, I hope you get this job, or else you'll have to apply at Taco Bell.' (That was Mom's contribution.)