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[changeling]

I have not been online all week, except briefly on Thursday morning to email one of our Vis Ink authors with the suggested changes for her story. All 1250 words of prospective changes.

I am afraid of my friends list. When I was not home last Friday night (just one night, and I had been online in the morning, albeit briefly), my friends list reached 500 by Sunday. I think my friends list will eat me alive.

I have work today. I am working in the fitting room. This perplexes me, as I am registers, but it means a whole shift where I do not have to remember how to put money on a Coles Myer card, so I am pleased.

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[darketherdream.livejournal.com]

*eats you alive, muahahaha*

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

*eeps, sprays you with anti-zombie spray*

[darketherdream.livejournal.com]

IT BURNS! IT BURNS!


*grumble*damnedzombiespray*grumble*

[rincemaj.livejournal.com]

I'll pass on the live eating part, but I just wanted to point out that I have added you. :)

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

*grins* Yep, spotted that.

[rincemaj.livejournal.com]

I must remember to commend Ben on inviting such cool and interesting people to his party. :)

[rbj.livejournal.com]

is your registers are even half as bad as the myer ones, i can sympathise. our's are ofer twenty years old, and were second hand to begin with. (from a german store or something) go cheap myer.

but it's just practise. take your time and it's all smooth. oh, and you'll prolly RRREEEEEAAAALLLLLLLYYYYYY hate the fitting room. the one shit i did in a fitting room made me want to kill everybody that walked in, cause i knew i'd be picking up their shit

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

They're not too bad. Though my fellow inductees were astonished when I learnt on the old gun scanner instead of the new stand-alone scanner they were all using. The regular stuff is simple enough; it's just all the more complex parts, like putting credit on cards and so forth. And I don't remember to log off and log on between every transaction like I'm supposed to.

Luckily, fitting room wasn't too bad. And no-one left their crap in the rooms.