It was my last full 8-hour shift at Marbles today. I decided to play around with this new game we have in stock, Knot So Fast. It tells you how to make all kinds of knots, but for some reason, this was the only knot in which I had interest.
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Saturday, January 29, 2011
I Do Knot Want To Be Here
It was my last full 8-hour shift at Marbles today. I decided to play around with this new game we have in stock, Knot So Fast. It tells you how to make all kinds of knots, but for some reason, this was the only knot in which I had interest.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Dado-ism
I built a tower of Dado Squares at work once Jessica left and I had the place to myself. Bored bored bored bored very sober and very bored. So, uh...yup. Dado Squares.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Shall We Play A Game?
I had a very short shift tonight (6:30pm-9:15pm) and there wasn't a single sale while I was there. Hell, there were only 4 customers, none of whom was in the store for longer than 10 minutes. What's a girl to do? I decided to play Pengaloo alone. It's the BlueOrange game of penguins, eggs, intrigue, sex, murder, drug warfare, theft, and memory. Okay, well, it's a game that involves three of those things. What is the primary objective? Why, to win the game, of course.
Wouldn't you prefer a nice game of chess?
Monday, January 10, 2011
Still Sick, Miserable Day
Had an awful day. Time wouldn't pass, I felt gross all day, and we were dead as hell. Took this in the back room, while trying to regain some sense of well-being, but it didn't take.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Trop de BoƮtes
We got a transfer shipment in today, and it's gotta be 60 boxes. The entire back stockroom is taken over by boxes. Were I a wider individual, I don't think I could navigate the teetering doomtrap of cardboard that is our break area.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Well-Marbled
Here I am at work, just kicking it all by myself. The store is pretty dead these days, which is weird after the crazed holiday rush. It feels like a ghost town.
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