I need more spontaneous friends

^ Would you buy that Hulk if you saw it?

So we went to Playland Saturday for Sty's bday. Actually we had this other crazy idea at first: Saboo SMSs me late in the evening Friday reminding me that the Final Fantasy Distant Worlds concert was happening and she wanted to go. I already had given up on trying to plan our way down to see it (in Seattle) but she also mentioned that Gar was going - WITH A DATE OUT OF ALL PEOPLE/CIRCUMSTANCES. Jealous that he was able to go and specially with some girl he only met once even, me and Saboo tried to scramble to find spontaneous final fantasy fans to head down with us. Sadly our spontaneousness didn't work out and we couldn't find anyone who was willing. Oh well, we tried.

Anyways, Playland felt like nothing after experiencing Six Flags. We managed to finish everything in the park within 3 hours of our stay there. There weren't that many people to begin with though. On the rides that featured cameras, we decided on poses like the "face flower" and the bored look to make things a bit more interesting. The best picture was on the log ride where the theme was contemplation. The photo was so good, we even bought ourselves a copy (which is not in my possession, unfortunately).

Oh yeah, there were a bunch of cosplayers there at the park, riding rides, being normal but then not really. That addictive yet annoying song, Caramelldansen (not even going to bother checking the right spelling of the name) went on on the music ride when they (and we) were on it... either it was by request or a shout out to them because they went absolutely nuts when it played, bunny earring like there was no tomorrow.

So a bit about the workplace as of late. My psycho supervisor got shipped to Toronto to be some sort of rep for the company only because she knows French (but she can't delegate for sh!t) so the reason for her going is weak. Besides, it's silly to assume people there still only understand French and nothing but. During her time away, another lady has slowly taken over her duties and (hopefully) eventually relieve her of her position completely. During the last week, I seemed to have established quite a few interesting practices at work. Hobo gloves, maximizing clean floor space with the use of scrap cardboard to cover the dirty floor, expanding the table space by using the corners of two tables close to each other...

If there was a label-sticking diploma, I would've graduated from it. I label about 15 sheets per hour, 30 labels per sheet... 540 label stickers which means 540 cardboard boxes, which also means about 5 and a bit more skids. They complete about 40 skids a day. Yeah, this seems to make sense.

My fingers, my arms, my legs ACHE. WHINE WHINE WHINE.