Killing Time
When you have to do something….
When I worked at Ox Steakhouse in Portland, the front of house manager Josh and I had a funny relationship. It was stressed, at times, by the frequency of my forgetting to clock in and out. In extreme cases, I would even weaponize my penchant to forget. However, I managed to win back his affection by sending entertaining email requests to fix the payroll. Sadly, we do not keep in touch.
When I came back from studying abroad in Dublin, I got tired of showing people all the photos I’d taken. So I made this slideshow for my mother to send out en masse to show whoever she wanted what a grand Irish crack I’d had.
This is the only meme I have ever, or will ever, create.
Sometimes, not every day, but sometimes I even write an essay or a poem.
