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snousleWow, the past couple of days really kicked my ass. And look, it's ten o'clock and I've wasted the whole morning!
Advice to those who move: never leave a "few things" to "come back for later" because you will find that those few things completely overflow your car and you will have to go back again.
Anyway, the place is all cleaned up, all we have remaining is to get some large potted plants moved somehow.
Thanks to all of you that came to the Satyrs beer bust and especially those who bought raffle tickets. (Being the junior grunt means I get to do the things nobody else wants to do.)Anyway, I'm definitely going to take more pity on those who sell me up in the future for the same thing. I don't like getting in people's faces but it might be that I have some talent in this area - it soon became apparent that what I was really selling was entertainment, not tickets for some doofus prize, and once I figured that out it got a lot easier and more successful.
But the crowd soon became intolerable. I would do almost any amount of work for the Satyrs, but there is NO WAY I'm going to subject myself to that environment ever again. By the time four o'clock rolls around, it's a fucking nightmare - they sold something like four hundred beer bust tickets, and there just wasn't any room to move. I would shovel manure for four hours before spending even another ten minutes in that hellhole.
We spent a few minutes hanging around outside, which was much more pleasant, and I got home just before dark. It sure is nice to be visiting the city and going home to the country, rather than the other way around! In particular, the smell of the forest in the evening has always made me wistful - it smells like home, but it's never been home, and I've generally had to leave it behind to go home. Until now!
Advice to those who move: never leave a "few things" to "come back for later" because you will find that those few things completely overflow your car and you will have to go back again.
Anyway, the place is all cleaned up, all we have remaining is to get some large potted plants moved somehow.
Thanks to all of you that came to the Satyrs beer bust and especially those who bought raffle tickets. (Being the junior grunt means I get to do the things nobody else wants to do.)Anyway, I'm definitely going to take more pity on those who sell me up in the future for the same thing. I don't like getting in people's faces but it might be that I have some talent in this area - it soon became apparent that what I was really selling was entertainment, not tickets for some doofus prize, and once I figured that out it got a lot easier and more successful.
But the crowd soon became intolerable. I would do almost any amount of work for the Satyrs, but there is NO WAY I'm going to subject myself to that environment ever again. By the time four o'clock rolls around, it's a fucking nightmare - they sold something like four hundred beer bust tickets, and there just wasn't any room to move. I would shovel manure for four hours before spending even another ten minutes in that hellhole.
We spent a few minutes hanging around outside, which was much more pleasant, and I got home just before dark. It sure is nice to be visiting the city and going home to the country, rather than the other way around! In particular, the smell of the forest in the evening has always made me wistful - it smells like home, but it's never been home, and I've generally had to leave it behind to go home. Until now!
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Date: 2008-04-15 04:28 am (UTC)Actually overheard at a fuck club one night from a "friend", circa 1976: " I would submit myself all night to Duke before I would sleep with that old, tired bum."
(The "bum" was a good friend of mine, but got ignored alot because he had a long white beard, which was not the fashion trend of the era. After I overheard the remark, I deserted my "friend."
However, your own case is true and just.