Arms

Can someone explain to me why action figure toys of now-a-days arms are detachable? I don't remember this as a kid. I played with my fair share of ninja turtles, hulk hogans, and he-mans. That was the good part of action figures compared to barbies. No matter what, your barbies head would come off and never go back on that white ball thing. I have 3 Jack Sparrows at the moment all missing something.

The sign...

So while closing up at work last night, I notice the owner puts up the Help Wanted sign on the door. She was in a bad mood, so I figured I would get the scoop on what's up with that today at work. Well, come to find out my manager has found a better job. I am soooo happy for him, but I don't want him to go. He's the person I look forward to working with the most. It's like losing a friend.

I don't think I will get my day time manager job now. I think I will stay on as night shift lead, but unofficially be the night manager with no perks. I don't want to be full time working nights. I'll never see my son with him at day care as Cliff is back on day shift in a week or so. So now that has me re-considering the whole daycare thing too. Gah! I almost wish I had never talked to the owner about all of this now. We'll see how it all plays out I suppose.

Well on to some happiness!
While letting Cliff sleep in, I realize that it is payday! So I bought this:

I'm thinking Cliff's gonna be a little pissy about it, but oh well. Eventually I'd LOVE for our kitchen to be all done out in black, green, and a small accent of red (but not so much that it is Christmas-y). I want to do a whole little line on the long empty wall of little prints and plates, double or triple stacked of pretty stuff all smushed together. I still want this one too:
I know the style is completely different, but I'm okay with that. Depending on how my paypal account looks at the end of next week, I think I may go for it. I think I neeeeeed to, because, damnit, there ain't one picture hanging in this entire house. A key rack does NOT count.

Oh my, no soy milk = end of world

drawn by Melissa Dow Illustrations

Why do the crazy ones have to come in to work the moment I clock in? This old lady was screaming and cussing because we ran out of soy milk for her drink. No one recognized her as a regular, but apparently it has happened the last 2 times she has came. We are never out of soy milk, so I'm like wth? But seeing her go on for about 14 minutes non-stop was enough for me to hide behind the machines. I'm totally not even exaggerating like I usually do. I don't know how manager dude just stood there politely for so long with her screaming. I think I would have ended up crying. Add a hat on this drawing and the woman seriously looks just like her.