||[Apr. 4th, 2009|09:06 pm]
the house is coming along nicely, now that i've vanquished the chills fever swollen glands vomiting peeing out the butt flu of DEATH
kitchen and living room 85% free of boxes.
bedroom and hallway 45% free of boxes
music and art room is an impenetrable fortress full of boxes of Matt's crap.
It is a medicine puzzle.
It is the pile of doom.
It is something that Matt keeps talking about doing, but somehow always manages to invite people to come over and hang out instead.
Blinds are up in the bedroom, finally, so I can quit flashing the neighborhood.
however, I don't get to spend the night in my new house tonight, as a certain burnout coworker had a hissy fit over having to do the overnight when there's a documentary film crew crashing upstairs in the tv room. I'm doing it instead, with no extra compensation.
His attitude was piss-poor enough to make me want to take some hourly pay away, anyway - so if he doesn't want to work, fine, then he don't get paid.
Sometimes being a manager sucks.
Sweet scores at the record convention today -
Brian Eno, Amon Duul, Rough Trade comp circa 1981, Sonic Youth w/ Lydia Lunch, Half Japanese.