Dirty Jokes in Fairy Grottos

I've been putting off posting for a while now, not wanting to think up answers for the 12 Items memey thing that hydeon has me tagged for. I've decided, however, to just put that on the backburner for now.

Since my last post, there hasn't really been a lot to write about. I still don't have something red to wear for Friday's An Evening Of Red, nor do I have photos from the last Blink trip. I have helped a teacher from high school find a singing group to join, and I have been reading more again. Fragile Things, by Neil Gaiman, was not my favourite book at first but I have gotten through to some of the better short stories and poems; so much better, in fact, that I've renamed my journal with quotes from one of them - Closing Time.

Oh, and I made a birthday card and pancakes for my mother's birthday on Tuesday. Go me.

Also, I found out that the boss's wife is returning for a while and that she plans on working with us again during her stay. This wouldn't be so bad if she didn't call every shift and ask how we're going, call again to see where her husband is, and then claim that she needs to ring us from overseas to tell said husband how much it will cost to fix the work freezer. To add to this list, there's also all of her inane strategies to save money, her advertising tips, inability to spell the names of our products, and her insistance that someone will steal the bread we give to charity, resell it, and bring down our reputation (which I hope the boss hasn't listened to). This makes her somewhat annoying, and will undoubtedly affect my ability to work with her amicably. I just hope I don't have to work with her this time, especially not with the new trainee. She's the worst yet; rude, slow, doesn't listen to customers or staff, and has a terrible BO problem.

Man, I need a new job.

Although, I am to put in a good word for a family aquaintance who's applied. Good things going for him:
a) male, so I wouldn't be the only one anymore
b) around my age (possibly a year younger), so both cheap labour and good potential for conversation material
c) English is his first language, so easier on us (to train), and easier on customers (to be served) - the only reason ESL is ever a problem
d) he seems to be a bright and cheery kind of guy, easy to talk to and what not
e) he's local, living only a couple of streets away from me, and I'm pretty close
f) and possibly the best part, he's quite cute. I'm struggling to get a face in my head, but I do remember I was quite happy to keep glancing over at him the first day his family appeared at Michele's a month or so ago, and that I kept doing so when they strolled past after visiting Coles, and while talking to his mother during a brief pause in said stroll, during which he showed me his knife... which makes less sense to you than it does to me. Just trust me when I say it was a good moment.
Anyway, I have the. worst. gaydar. ever, in the existence of man, so there's no point consulting it, but either way, eyecandy at work is always nice. He would have to shave the cute manly stubble away though, the one thing I remember clearly about him, and one of the defining features of cuteness (I love me some stubble, ok?), but I could handle that. Besides, b)-e) all point towards Potential For Friends List, so it kind of balances out, especially if he is straight, so I shouldn't be greedy and ask for more, i.e. the cute stubble.

Penultimate-ly, my bottom right back bracket (the one that goes around the tooth) has somehow gotten loose and needs to be refixed, while I need a bracket placed on the tooth behind it, the one they exposed during surgery, to bring it up in line with the rest of my teeth. The bit about the loose bracket has meant that I haven't been wearing my elastics for a while now, seeing as all sorts of bad things happen when they pull on that bracket, so my jaw has been quite sore lately. And it'll only get worse when I start wearing them again.

And finally, I thought I should add a snippet of a conversation had Tuesday night.

Me: No, I'm ok.
Mum: *lols* I thought you said “No, I’m gay”
Me, jokingly: Well… *smile*
Me, dead serious, looking straight into mother's eyes: No, seriously.
Everyone: *ignores*

:(