C Note(s)

Cosplay or costume + play has been around since people have been around. There's a je ne sais quoi about dressing up into a costume, or character, that people find alluring. However, just like a museum display - cosplay: do not touch .  Most Americans are exposed to cosplay for the first time around Halloween. They are taught that if you dress up in a costume or character, walk around the neighborhood, and exclaim Trick or Treat at each door that candy will be given for their efforts. That's easy to understand. Then sometimes we encounter a street performer in a metropolitan city dressed in all gold, or silver, or sometimes an elaborate costume like a pirate. While we encouraged to interact with them by giving money first then taking photos we still respect the cosplay: do not touch - the unwritten rule, but understood by rules of respect. Then there's masquerade parties, movies, video games, comic books, fashion models, and conventions to name a few events that warr

I'd love to say I've so busy that I haven't had the opportunity to write about it, but the funny thing is ... nothing but the same old, standard digging at the warehouse has happened. Aside from the occasional verbal barb from my register to another one in earshot, nothing to write down about. #TBH it's been a daily shitshow that has a projection end date of Groundhog's Day (that means never, y'all) Being one of the more visible, accessible, and approachable supervisors of the crew, I've noticed an uptick in my involvement on the more mundane to complex issues. One day in particular, I heard a call over the radio for a supervisor to the entrance door. Upon arrival, the employees beckoned for me to the garbage cans. I peer into to find this: My immediate reaction, "We certainly don't sell that here!" with a laugh. Then I bemoaned the moment with, "Why me? Why does this craziness happen when I'm on shift?" The employee

Adventures In Corn Mazes - My first one was last year, and might repeat it this year. When I'm asked about my first experience, I usually describe it was the Blair Witch Project meets Legend of Zelda .  Growing up in the city of Mountlake Terrace didn't afford me many opportunities to have corn grow. Let alone grow enough to provide a maze of it. So when I was old enough to drive myself to the outlying towns of Snohomish, and Arlington, I wasn't interested in adventures in corn mazes, #letsbehonest Ever since I moved from the city of Bothell to the "city" of Lake Stevens out where I've described it as the "sticks" or "Canada" because of my distance from a majority of my friends, it's been easier to find country life activities such as corn mazes, hay rides, outdoor paintball, and firing apple cannons. Adventures In Corn Mazes My first year working at the Woodinville Costco was a time of learning and observing. Along Washington

So my sister shared with me a story that happened last night in front of her after the Tom Petty concert at CenturyLink Field. Basically a drunk man mistakenly thought his Uber car arrived when it was a husband picking up his family. He was yelled at to get out of the car because his Uber was behind him. However his intoxicated state had him confused. It reminded me of a story I haven't documented but definitely have shared with friends already. I remember it was late September 2012. I was still reeling from being dumped. A business trip opportunity to Hawaii arose so in order to heal my broken heart, I accepted. On the first night, and after dinner, our trip leader released us until 8am the next day. So all I heard was I don't have to be anywhere until much later. Apparently, word around the playground was that yours truly is a helluva party animal after hours. I would neither confirm or deny those allegations, but I did admit to having a good time wherever I roam. I