It is Mother's Day.

Yay for mothers!


We have a new assistant manager at work. IT IS MALE. THIS IS BIZARRE. So now there are three males working in the bakery! But one of them is quitting or leaving or something later this week, if the notes on the schedule are anything to go by, so perhaps they wanted to keep the balance. Well, there isn't any balance. Maybe they didn't want the last guy to feel even more outnumbered.

Anyway, he seemed nice enough. I only saw him for like a minute, since he left when I got in.

Also, I have new shoes, so today my feet didn't hurt during or after work. It is glorious.



For the latest "thing Aniko has somehow convinced me to write," (seriously, I'll write anything if people try to talk me into it. WEAK. SO WEAK. I don't just write what Aniko tells me to, Aniko's just the only person who tells me to) I find myself needing a medic-bot. This puts me in the unfortunate position of having to make one up. This is something I am not exactly good at. I'm probably going to use Paradron as an excuse for who this idiot is and where s/he came from, but that doesn't change the IT NEEDS A NAME (and a pronoun...) thing. I've been referring to hir as MedicDude in our AIM conversations, which could actually been abbreviated to MD, or EmDee or something, except then I remember: someone actually has an OC medic named that already.

My soul.


It weeps.


Back to the drawing board!


Edit:
Do you know what I need to stop doing? Reading something and finding points in it I don't like and then having my brain try to figure out how I'd have written it "better." Seriously. KNOCK IT OFF. At least I never seriously consider writing any of it.

Even if I completely do like some of my ideas better.