Heads up

Overheard on the way back from lunch:

"They're all, like, moving to San Francisco with no jobs."
"COOL!"
"Just, like, up and go."

I'm in a sour mood. I just found out I have no choice but to hire a new worker for the summer. I hate interviewing, I'm not interested in more training, I don't want to be bothered. Bitch, whine, moan. Maybe I should go out drinking tonight.

Bears do the deadly sins!

Yesterday, my coworker admitted that, some days, he's just too lazy to leave work. I claimed not to know what he meant, but the sad truth is that I do. In the mad alternation between late spring and high summer currently afflicting Chicago, we've tipped into the latter. It's 80+ degrees outside and thunderstorms are expected. So either I'll be walking home all sticky carrying my raincoat or all I'll be wearing it, which will be even stickier. There's no monshu waiting for me and, if I go home, I'll feel obligated to straighten up and do laundry and so forth. I'd kind of like to blow that off and hit Big Chicks, but after weighing my finances against my alarmingly swelling cost of living (why the fuck did I have to go and decide I wanted to have nice stuff?) I've concluded that I need to stay home and cook a meal for once. Also, I don't need the mountain of carbs I would certainly devour if I went there. Why did welcomerain and spookyfruit have to choose this week to go abroad?

Maybe I should browse a bookstore. Seems like I never do that any more.

Talking to Nuphy last night, I realised that Bear Pride is only a week away. So far, I've heard zero buzz on LJ, so I'm beginning to worry that all the people I love running into at it have bagged it for this year. Say it ain't so, guys! To reassure myself, I've spent the last hour e-mailing likely suspects to ask their intentions. Even if I get a bunch of "nos", I'll have renewed some relationships, which is one of my chief goals for this year. Still, I'm determined to show off my boxers this year without coming down with a vicious virus that will lay me low for a week. (I'm not sure how; perhaps by staying on the multivitamins that Nuphy swears by.)

Creatively challenged

Today, I spotted a poster for an outfit called Creativá (spelled exactly so, with the t underlined and an acute accent on the a; I guess I should just be thankful it begins with a capital letter). I had the same thought I did the first time I spotted it: My god, if there's a less creative name for a business out there, I've never seen it. Seriously; I've been thinking about it for several minutes now and I can't come up with something more banal.