if wyatt could scale the staff down to me, himself, farmer dan, and a couple other choice people, i think he would- and we would all work all the time and be in a constant state of giddy stress. we had a weird sick/irresponsible staff domino effect today that resulted in me working 13 hours between the farm and farm stand. all was well until the last fiftenn minutes of work, when a bee somehow made it into my sleeve and lazily stung me. i say lazily because i think this bee must have been asleep (do bees sleep?) for a while before he woke up and thought "shit where the hell am i better sting something"- so it didn't really hurt so much as it was annoying. how he got there in the first place is unknown, cause it's not like i had big bell sleeves going on- elasticy cuffs! wearing the shirt all day! how does a bee get into my sleeve?? this happened right as a couple waltzed past my "we're closed, piss off!" security rope around the tent and started asking what everything was. it's a fucking eggplant. those are chiles. you eat them.
i hate aaron copeland. trautmatized by high school orchestra arrangements.
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