oh my god i forgot to draw Clark’s second set of arms?? it took me two days to notice this. what is wrong with me. oh god i’m at work and i can’t fix it.
A song is stuck in my head and I keep singing it, and technically the song is the Gilligan’s Island theme song, except that rather than singing the actual words what’s stuck in my head is kind of a medley of all the various poems that are notorious for fitting perfectly to the Gilligan’s Island theme song - mostly Emily Dickinson, but also, somewhat amusingly, the Rime of the Ancient Mariner - and ALSO what I think might be a Veggie Tales parody of the song that is instead about the story of Jonah being swallowed by a whale.
Most days I’m pretty early for work due to transportation scheduling junk so I usually spend 20 to 30 minutes sitting in the tiny park outside the museum and knitting, and I’m always worried people are going to come up and start talking at me because of it, but the only time that’s happened was a couple weeks ago when a guy walked by and called out “I wear a size eleven // extra large sweater,” and I write it like that because he said it in a very odd, rhythmic way, like he was reciting a poem, or like he was about to launch into a rap about sweaters.
It’s probably a good thing he didn’t, because that would have been kind of scary and confusing at the time, but I have to admit I’m a little disappointed.
Fast pace, intense work environment, detail and accuracy of utmost importance. Intermittent exposure to infectious material and toxic fumes but potentials for injury or Personal harm is limited if proper safety and health precautions are taken.
While performing the duties of this job, the employee is regularly required to sit, talk, see and hear. Must stand for prolonged periods and will be required to walk throughout shift. The employee is frequently required to use hands to finger, touch, feel, and type. May reach with hands and arms; stoop, kneel, or crouch.
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I just put nine hours of Pink Floyd music on the new computer and started listening to The Wall with better headphones than previously and I could hear a weird squeaky background part I had never noticed before and my first thought was “is my tamagotchi evolving?”
Pink Floyd is the music of my childhood in ways that I can probably never adequately articulate.
No one in Shakespeare’s plays ever complained that their pants weren’t stretchy enough.
—I’ve been at this job for seven months now - if you were ever curious at what point of a low-grade friendly relationship I start to let my brain filters down and say whatever stupid thing comes to mind… this is apparently it.