So, yesterday was my last day at Bread and Roses, despite the last-ditch attempt by Sung to blackmail me with the non-existent by-law she says means I have to give two weeks' written notice. She can schedule me on if she insists, but I'm not turning up. I am. Done.
Yesterday was something of a weird day, mainly on account of the previous night being St Patrick's Day which is the roomie's version of Christmas. I hit the pub at around 4-ish in the afternoon, and we left around closing, which was... 3am? Any way, there was a lot of drinking, a lot of people joining our table and a lot of fun. It's been a very long time since I did St. Pat's in any meaningful way, mainly because it's either been on a work night with a job I actually care about, or it was during the no-fun years with He Who Doesn't Have Fun. But yeah, three hours of sleep and one very tired Rossi by the end of my 8am-3pm shift.
And then we roleplayed. *grins*
Actually, the game went well, despite appalling dice rolls from all of us. Not so many critical failures (although we all had our share) but it took far longer for us to get back to civilisation on account of us nearly all drowning (and Hope's gnome actually did drown - we had to dredge for her later and put ourselves in hock to ressurect her). But we did and we even captured the pirate who escaped us the first time and got lots of Booty. Although Lee's dwarf is never allowed to hit anything that's not an enemy ever again, especially when the rest of the party tells him not to. He cost us 30,000 gold, the silly man.
And yes, life is exceedingly strange when the above paragraph actually means something. *grins* Welcome to the world of D&D, Dad.
And now people are here for lunch and I need to go. I have resume to tweak since on Friday I got a call from one of the agencies who actually has a position for me to apply for. Admin assistant to the principal of a legal firm in the city. It's a really good opportunity and once I get my resume hammered into specifically addressing shape for her first thing on Monday, we'll see about an interview. See? I quit the bakery and things are already starting to happen. :)
Yesterday was something of a weird day, mainly on account of the previous night being St Patrick's Day which is the roomie's version of Christmas. I hit the pub at around 4-ish in the afternoon, and we left around closing, which was... 3am? Any way, there was a lot of drinking, a lot of people joining our table and a lot of fun. It's been a very long time since I did St. Pat's in any meaningful way, mainly because it's either been on a work night with a job I actually care about, or it was during the no-fun years with He Who Doesn't Have Fun. But yeah, three hours of sleep and one very tired Rossi by the end of my 8am-3pm shift.
And then we roleplayed. *grins*
Actually, the game went well, despite appalling dice rolls from all of us. Not so many critical failures (although we all had our share) but it took far longer for us to get back to civilisation on account of us nearly all drowning (and Hope's gnome actually did drown - we had to dredge for her later and put ourselves in hock to ressurect her). But we did and we even captured the pirate who escaped us the first time and got lots of Booty. Although Lee's dwarf is never allowed to hit anything that's not an enemy ever again, especially when the rest of the party tells him not to. He cost us 30,000 gold, the silly man.
And yes, life is exceedingly strange when the above paragraph actually means something. *grins* Welcome to the world of D&D, Dad.
And now people are here for lunch and I need to go. I have resume to tweak since on Friday I got a call from one of the agencies who actually has a position for me to apply for. Admin assistant to the principal of a legal firm in the city. It's a really good opportunity and once I get my resume hammered into specifically addressing shape for her first thing on Monday, we'll see about an interview. See? I quit the bakery and things are already starting to happen. :)