Mediocre

I had an awesome idea for a blog post at some point in time this morning, but I forgot it, so you'll just have to do with this mediocre blog post.

I was promoted (though I'd hardly call it that) to night manager a few weeks ago at my crappy job. Mostly this was because all the other night managers were fired or quit due to near-death experiences. I was also supposed to get some kind of raise to accompany this whole extra work thing, but that doesn't seem to have gone through despite my protests. I'm usually not one to follow trends, but I may just do what all of my former coworker friends and stop showing up. Better yet, I may fabricate a story about moving away to... I dunno, Denmark and cite the unusually long commute as my reason for leaving. I bet they'd buy me a cake too.

I am now the proud owner of a shiny new bow. It's pretty cool, a lovely red color with wonderful handling and tone. Linda approved. Now excuse me while I go wallow in a pool of my own mediocrity.