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Well, I got fired on Monday. I don’t entirely understand why, though from what I could tell, I’m just not hopscotch-y enough for them. The important thing was that the owner was under the perception that me working at the cafe was costing her money one way or another. And she definitely can’t afford to lose money right now.

I could have cited the dozens of things I was aware of that were costing her far more money than I was, but that really wouldn’t have changed the situation from my perspective. Whether or not I could cite some kind of hypocrisy in this, it would not change the reasoning behind the decision.

I guess this means I can stop being a barista and start being a physicist. That’s really what I came to this city for, anyway. The lab pays me now, and I can work any hours I want, up to 35 hours a week, which is basically as much as I’d ever want to. When I get my head around how ridiculously ideal this is for me, I’ll be quite happy.

To everyone whose only means of getting ahold of me was stopping by the cafe, I’ll still be around, though probably not quite as much. I also respond to emails sometimes (my first name at my last name dot org).

Cheers.

After making that last post, I’ve already had like three different people mention something to me about it. Has everyone just been constantly hitting “refresh” for the past couple months? I guess the world’s been pretty boring lately. Well, I’m glad people have been checking anyway, since otherwise I doubt I’d be able to re-establish this blog as something people check from time to time.

So that picture was a big hit. I’ll be sure to incorporate more strange things like that in the future.

Right now, though, I just thought it was worth saying “Look, I’m upating! And I know you’re watching.”

Hey guys.

I’m back in blogland, but don’t expect me to post much. I know you were expecting it, but that’s too bad.

You know, I always hoped that this blog would have well-thought-out crap, but as it turns out, that’s much harder than just writing down whatever weird junk is in your head.

Oh, I know! How about if I make a picture for you?

This is what it would probably look like if a rock on a hillside suddenly came to life, but was still not very smart.

Alright, that’s all I got.