#crazy times
From the diary of The General Manager of Catastrophe
I have a slight feeling this could be my offical title. Day 4: Thursday I wake up really early and think about skipping this day completely. I can’t. I sigh and run down to start the workflow. I leave my chef the note that I am at the hairdresser’s next door is he comes before I am back. I get a free haircut from a young lady who is still training. My hair is weirdly straight. I pass the key to…
On an anchor that we have, how the university strikes back and the two mugs too many
Doing a full-time job (and being deadly tired because of that) makes me somehow forget I am actually a student. Even though I am absolutely aware of the lectures starting in a week, it seems somehow distant and unreal. Especially after my promotion, when I started to be concerned about matters such as whether we should sell Dead Pony Club pale ale on draught or in bottles and other pub-running…
it’s literally demonic that people who have no grasp on 1d lore or fandom politics are weighing in on the dynamics of the group and the solo success of each member
