Grinding Halt

Because there's so much construction in my neighbourhood (higher learning=expansion), it's becoming increasingly difficult to actually skate home in a linear fashion. So I end up taking detours, which means I'm rolling blind in the dark and that's when I end up landing flat on a huge chunk of concrete thus causing my wheel to stop turning entirely, and making for a rather long journey home (no skate tool in sight, it's in my other bag).

At least it's almost the end of the summer so this won't really cramp my style too much if the wheel is totally fucked (which I don't think it is)

UPDATE: The wheel is fine, it's the truck axle itself that fucked. It seems that I stripped the axle because I didn't realize the wheel had jammed until I got a lot further home than the scene of the crime and now the wheel just pops off willy nilly. So this means either relying on my other skateboard for transport (not practical, I'd prefer just to buy a new truck) or just dealing until next season...

The Mean Girls & Me

Today is my first day back at work after 4 days off, and I'm actually kind of excited.

I started my new job (working at the all-female skate shop) about a month ago, and according to one of the girls there, I've already worked my way into the 'work clique', which I didn't even really realize we had, but I suppose when you work (or even live) in an all-female environment, that factions form quickly - I mean look at my sorority house, we're all friends but some people are better friends than others.

The girls I work with are incredibly bitchy (but I'm no different) and for the most part, we all get along together and even hang out a lot outside of work. I've never really had a bad day after being reamed out by a customer, because the second an evil or unreasonable customer leaves we have an informal trash-talking session, which is very cathartic.

Not very mature, but I'm not exactly known for my maturity.

We do not, however, have a burn book - shoe bible, yes, burn book, no.

So to set a skate shop rumour to rest: Yes, we are silently judging you.