h_hollister: (Tired)
Nnngh.

Smegging hell I'm exhausted. Somebody remind me again why I'm running around like a headless chicken seventeen hours a day to get all my work done that I missed? When I could just as easily be lying on a black sand beach in Hawaii while things got on just fine without me?

Since they always do. How many times in the last year have I not been at the pub? Hell, seems to do better when I'm NOT around.

Also, fuck structure fires and everything they imply. (Although, thank you, Severus, for fixin' the memories right after I vanished. 'Preciate it.)
h_hollister: (Goofy Face)
So Severus was in my pub today, after getting a whiff of the Whore's (whoars whoars whoars) snifter.

Drunk. As. A. Skunk.

...He called me 'muffin.'

Pardon me, I'm just too bloody amused for any more words.
h_hollister: (Professional)
Why did the tomato run so fast? So it could ketchup. )

Emails go out, in the following order, to the following people.

Terry. )

Victoria Sage. )

Severus Snape. )

Greg Sanders. )

She then decides to finally check the answering machine.

..........sixty seven messages? Oh, god. That's... gah.

She puts that on hold for juuuuuust a bit and decides checking the text logs of the Nexus would be quicker. And might make those sixty seven messages redundant. Who knows? Live in hope!

The Nexus has, apparently, been up to its usual tricks and shenanigans, nothing too world shattering.

Until.

Oh, smeg. Oh, smegging smeg. Oh, fucking smegging bloody buggering crap.

Chris Redfield has been kidnapped by Wesker.

Wesker was on the move again.

...Ramon should know. Damn it.

She pushes that aside and reluctantly pushes 'play' on her answering machine.

((If you want, you can leave 'messages' for Hips on her answering machine here. :3))
h_hollister: (Aviator glasses)
Question.

Anybody interested in doing some part time work for me? It'd be a once a week kinda thing. Pretty simple stuff. I've been ordering my inventory from other universes for the last two months or so, but due to current circumstances, I can't go make the pickups myself anymore.

Continuing to order from my universe, while easier, is much more expensive.

Pay to be discussed in private, natch. And, no, not asking the Nexus. God only knows who would respond. Eeeesh, I shudder to think on it.

Oh, and Pee Ess: I've gone through and retroactively locked all my old journal entries to friends only. Sorry, anonymous lurkers, you're SOL.

((All posts are really still open, natch, but for the sake of the current plots, basically everybody on "Team Bad" now cannot read her journal archives. "Team Bad" does not include people like Norman Osborn original flavor or Deadpool or any of the Doc Ocks. If you're in doubt as to whether or not you're included in the lockout, ask me. :D

Also also. Just did another flist trim. Only characters that never update. Mwah!))
h_hollister: (Default)
Happy St. Patrick's day, everybody.

Half off Guinness at the pub tonight, gang. It's gonna get crowded over there, though, heads up. Which means I am busy busy busy aaaak send help.

...I'm taking tomorrow off.

And, no, we will not be serving any green beer. :P
h_hollister: (You gotta be kidding)
It's a sad day for British pub owners.

...I mean, seriously, can anybody explain this to me? Because what I'm seeing here is archaic laws being used to extort money out of people who had NOTHING to do with ANYTHING.

I'm laughing, because it's such a ridiculous thing... but seriously. What the smeg?

...If that were MY pub, I'd be raising SUCH a stink.
h_hollister: (Stars)
Hey, Severus? When you got a sec, I need to chat with ya. S'not a big deal, though, so no rush.

And, uh. Hey, everybody! Sorry I'm not journaling as much as usual, the pub is sucking up all my free time. I'm being pretty boring, anyway. No big crises, no drama-llamas, nothing. Just getting up, going to work, rolling around in big piles of cash whilst utterly naked, and then coming home.

...hehehe.
h_hollister: (Facepalm)
Well, crud.

So much for my cunning plan, huh?

Lesson for you all: Procrastination does not help anything ever.

...Sorry, Ian. Thanks for not bolting?
h_hollister: (Close up)
Wow.

Oh, jeez. Wow.

It worked.

Although I've got a devil of a hangover this morning...

But it's worth it.

...I need food. And coffee.

Wow.
h_hollister: (Head scratch)
Hey, everybody?

Question. That's... not really necessary to ask the Nexus as a whole, I don't think. Maybe I will later. Depends.

I'm seriously considering opening a pub. Because I am a bossy bitch and like being in charge, and the idea appeals to me.

Problem is I have absolutely zero notion where to start. I've been doing some research into locations and taxes and licenses and whatnot, but... How do I hire people? How do I keep a payroll? What should be on the menu? Should I hire a separate accountant for the business books?

...This whole money thing is harder than you'd think.

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