lenyberry

 Yesterday's work shift might have set a bar-wide record for deadest shift ever. I'm... really glad it was my short day for the week (weird shift lengths to avoid ending up with overtime)... I came in at 2, because my boss had to leave then, she worked the early chunk of the shift herself. She had no sales. I sold a grand total of 2 beers in the next four hours before nightshift came in. 

Today's been much more normal so far. Which of course means I have less time to re-adapt myself to this interface and do Tumblr Migration stuff like trying to get some of my posts that I wanna save moved over here... this whole thing happened at a pretty inconvenient time for me. Ugh. 

I'd really like to find some good communities over here, since so many of my tumblr people have either been deleted, gone quiet, or are mostly just taking potshots at tumblr staff now, and my dash has gone both much slower and much less fun (though, honestly, the potshots are pretty entertaining). 

Gonna have to figure out what I'm gonna do about image hosting though, since I'm not just gonna be able to endlessly upload directly. I used to keep a private album on FB to upload stuff and then link it into my posts back on LJ, might have to pick that habit up again.

 Well, I guess it's poetic if I went to tumblr after LJ shat itself, and now that tumblr's shitting itself I'm heading to the newer (and hopefully better) LJ-copycat, retaining the same username the entire way (I thought about changing it. I thought about making it a true fresh start, but.. I am a creature of habit). 

Well, to be entirely honest, I'm not sure yet where exactly I'll end up. I don't think mastodon is right for me. Too twitter-y. I can't get a pillowfort code yet because my paypal is having Issues of unknown origin and size. I liked tumblr better than LJ but I've seen enough by now to know that when shit goes down like tumblr, shit like tumblr goes down. At least eventually. Or it just... continues existing, but in a much crappier incarnation that's too boring to bother with, once all the fun people have gone elsewhere. 

Fun times, fun times. Did I mention how much I hate change? Well, I really heckin' hate it. Learning new interfaces and reconstructing a friends-list is an enormous pain in the female-presenting nipple. If nothing else, at least this interface is... familiar. Distantly so, at this point, but nonetheless, I do remember the old LJ days. I might have to brush up on my html again but I can manage this. 

In more personal news, my running theme of being the living Stan Lee Cameo continues. This time it's of the "delivery for Tony Stank" variety -- I find myself in possession of information that is Someone Else's Business about Other People's Drama, and the only person who can possibly give it to them. Awkward and uncomfortable though this position may be. And since it's somewhat personal shit, I can't just throw the knowledge to the wind and hope it finds its proper home. 

The life of an extra is interesting, at least. If sometimes in the Chinese-curse sorta way. At least I'm not bored?

[NOTE: posts showing as earlier than this one are reposts from tumblr; backdated to keep things tidy]