February 18th, 2009

because it amuses me when the coworkers headwall

The backstory:

Two children got into our sidelines items at work and went nuts. Said sidelines items included a bunch of horror balls, which come wrapped in black mesh bags. I arrived on the scene after the kids had gone, having opened all the packages and bounced the horror balls to any number of strange spots.

This spawned the radio comment I never would've seen myself saying:

"Guys . . . There's a bunch of shredded ball sacks all over the place back here but it doesn't look like we have all the balls that go with 'em."



I'm quite certain my GM never regrets having hired me. :D



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Currently busy getting my vending mess together for the various upcoming shows. I wish there were local craft shows that didn't require you to get PA tax licenses and didn't cost upwards of $300 a weekend, and I wish the Pittsburgh Ren Faire didn't have such a god-awful reputation amongst ex-vendors and the other assorted people that've been burned by it. And I wish my etsy was more active. Stupid economy. :(