Had a weird dream last night.
I was Captain Malcolm Reynolds, of the Firefly-class ship Serenity.
Yeah.
Sapphron was also in it, the psycho con-artist chick. We were being close. Making out a lot. Lying down, spooning, watching the sun set. Standing there, hugging.
I don't know.
I think I was going to post something about work as well, but nothing I can remember really seems to warrant a post.
Oh! So Mom told me the other day that they (the phone people) had finally sent me a new battery for my phone, after I played phone tag with them for several days, in which they kept telling me they were about to send it out.
They never did.
So Mom opens the battery they finally sent me (six (?) months later), and it's a brand new phone. Gray and black, very pretty, possibly a camera phone - the box claims as such, but there's no instruction manual, and we're not confident that the box matches the phone. So, we'll see. Mom's got it charging right now, I'll stop by after work tomorrow to pick it up and check it out.
Three more shifts 'til the hockey game.
Vanilla Ninja -- Just Another Day
2006-11-30
2006-11-29
We are what everyone wants to be
I'm a mean person.
I'm a bad person.
I should clarify those two statements. Most people think of me as a really nice guy, and for the most part, they're right. But those are people I like, or friends of people I like. Or people I have to be nice - customers of my current employer, for instance. Or cute or interesting girls. Or random strangers that aren't asking me for money and/or trying to hand me a pamphlet. They haven't seen my vindictive side. Well, David has. And I'm sure Lilie and/or Rose have once or twice. There are two groups of people I'm mean and bad to - people who annoy me, which is a HUGE category, and people who mess with someone I care about.
I haven't dealt with the latter in a while now, because I haven't had much interaction with people I care about. I mean, there was Scott, who I did bear some ill will towards. Not because Lilie left me for him, which is fine, as long as it made her happy, but because he hurt her. However, she's moved on, so I'll drop the whole thing.
But people who cross me, get on my bad side? I might not do something worse than take delight in their misery or suffering, but I feel that's still fairly bad.
So: Brenda. The really annoying bitch at work. And yes, I've only been there a month, I probably shouldn't already hate someone. But I'm not going to complain about her to Mom. Or Lilie. Or Ambra. Or Rose. Or anyone else. I'm only going to vent here.
I've already chronicled some of the problems I've had with her, now I've got some additional grievances.
So last night (Monday night; it doesn't become a new day until I go to sleep), I was about fifteen, maybe twenty minutes late for work; Zack was around half an hour (late). I get there, it's just me, Devon, Ben, and Brenda. She's working the palettes near 9 and 10, they're down at the other end, so I go to my normal spot on 7 and start breaking down palettes.
At some point, she starts talking shit about how she's broken down more freight than we have. Except a) more than half of us (Mat was late too) were late, and she was doing cereal, which come in very large boxes, larges cases, and thus, there aren't nearly as many on a palette as say, canned goods.
Also, she's doing her little jumpy thing, talking about how much energy she has, she's just discovered this great new energy drink, she's pumped up and ready to go.
Except at the end of the night, she was complaining about being tired. And she's throwing stuff - onto the carts, into the aisles. I mean, actually throwing stuff. Stuff kept falling off her cart, 'cause she had it stacked all messy (ha! me ragging on someone for stacking stuff messy) 'cause she was just throwing it on there, two boxes of juice came open and their bottles were strewn about, because she had just thrown them off the cart.
Whatever.
So tonight, Zach, Devon, and Ben are off; we get Nolan, Paul, and Rosa. Brenda's still there. She starts off talking all this shit, about how she threw two aisles last night, 'cause she's so awesome.
Except she threw them both because neither one had very much freight on it, at all. Seven *easily* had more than both of them combined. I had 246 cases - I counted. On top of that, 10 is by far the easiest aisle to throw. The old hispanic lady who doesn't speak or read english usually handles 10. New people tend to start off on 10, 'cause it's so easy.
Then the second time she says it, she says that she threw 9, 10, and another aisle. 7. I call her on that. She says, "Well, one of those down there."
She didn't. Devon did 3. Mat did 4. Zack did 5. Ben did 6. I did 7. 8 is seasonal shit.
I mean, yeah, people tend to embellish their stories. Mainly small children. Most of us start outgrowing it at what, 10? That, and people who constantly feel the need to '1-up' everyone else DRIVE ME NUTS.
So the night passes without too much incident; we (Nolan, Paul, Mat, and me) blitz 3, 4, and 7, they're thrown before lunch. Nolan hits 5, Paul's on 6, while Mat and I zone 3 and 7 respectively, then move to 4. Rosa's on 10 this whole time; Brenda's on 9. They didn't have a ton of freight on either one. Second break rolls around; Mat and I are zoning 4, Nolan and Paul are finishing up their aisles. We find out Brenda is nowhere near done on 9. Nolan spends the next hour, as we jump around, finishing up the spots on our three aisles that aren't done, how ridiculous it is that she's not done yet.
So the morning walkthrough comes through, tells us that we need to get all our equipment, trash, etc., off the floor. Brenda, Rosa, and I all go to throw trash. I was first, and discover that we need to make a bale. So I'm setting it up; I get the rod to open the holes; Brenda takes it from me and tells me to get out of the way. I *was* going to help, until that point; I wasn't going to fight to help, so I left to go help Paul and Nolan finish up.
We finish up the cracker section on 7, mainly listening to Nolan talk about how slow Brenda was moving - I smiled, because I'm a bad person. Then Frances said something about 9 not being completely zoned, which really threw us for a loop, since it was past eight at this point, and Brenda only had this aisle all night. I even got the distinct pleasure of see Frances tell Brenda that she didn't know how to zone properly, and she had to sit there while Frances showed her how to. Finally, around eight-thirty, we just called it.
There was something else I wanted to blog about, but I can't remember what it was.
Jewel -- Doin' FIne
I'm a bad person.
I should clarify those two statements. Most people think of me as a really nice guy, and for the most part, they're right. But those are people I like, or friends of people I like. Or people I have to be nice - customers of my current employer, for instance. Or cute or interesting girls. Or random strangers that aren't asking me for money and/or trying to hand me a pamphlet. They haven't seen my vindictive side. Well, David has. And I'm sure Lilie and/or Rose have once or twice. There are two groups of people I'm mean and bad to - people who annoy me, which is a HUGE category, and people who mess with someone I care about.
I haven't dealt with the latter in a while now, because I haven't had much interaction with people I care about. I mean, there was Scott, who I did bear some ill will towards. Not because Lilie left me for him, which is fine, as long as it made her happy, but because he hurt her. However, she's moved on, so I'll drop the whole thing.
But people who cross me, get on my bad side? I might not do something worse than take delight in their misery or suffering, but I feel that's still fairly bad.
So: Brenda. The really annoying bitch at work. And yes, I've only been there a month, I probably shouldn't already hate someone. But I'm not going to complain about her to Mom. Or Lilie. Or Ambra. Or Rose. Or anyone else. I'm only going to vent here.
I've already chronicled some of the problems I've had with her, now I've got some additional grievances.
So last night (Monday night; it doesn't become a new day until I go to sleep), I was about fifteen, maybe twenty minutes late for work; Zack was around half an hour (late). I get there, it's just me, Devon, Ben, and Brenda. She's working the palettes near 9 and 10, they're down at the other end, so I go to my normal spot on 7 and start breaking down palettes.
At some point, she starts talking shit about how she's broken down more freight than we have. Except a) more than half of us (Mat was late too) were late, and she was doing cereal, which come in very large boxes, larges cases, and thus, there aren't nearly as many on a palette as say, canned goods.
Also, she's doing her little jumpy thing, talking about how much energy she has, she's just discovered this great new energy drink, she's pumped up and ready to go.
Except at the end of the night, she was complaining about being tired. And she's throwing stuff - onto the carts, into the aisles. I mean, actually throwing stuff. Stuff kept falling off her cart, 'cause she had it stacked all messy (ha! me ragging on someone for stacking stuff messy) 'cause she was just throwing it on there, two boxes of juice came open and their bottles were strewn about, because she had just thrown them off the cart.
Whatever.
So tonight, Zach, Devon, and Ben are off; we get Nolan, Paul, and Rosa. Brenda's still there. She starts off talking all this shit, about how she threw two aisles last night, 'cause she's so awesome.
Except she threw them both because neither one had very much freight on it, at all. Seven *easily* had more than both of them combined. I had 246 cases - I counted. On top of that, 10 is by far the easiest aisle to throw. The old hispanic lady who doesn't speak or read english usually handles 10. New people tend to start off on 10, 'cause it's so easy.
Then the second time she says it, she says that she threw 9, 10, and another aisle. 7. I call her on that. She says, "Well, one of those down there."
She didn't. Devon did 3. Mat did 4. Zack did 5. Ben did 6. I did 7. 8 is seasonal shit.
I mean, yeah, people tend to embellish their stories. Mainly small children. Most of us start outgrowing it at what, 10? That, and people who constantly feel the need to '1-up' everyone else DRIVE ME NUTS.
So the night passes without too much incident; we (Nolan, Paul, Mat, and me) blitz 3, 4, and 7, they're thrown before lunch. Nolan hits 5, Paul's on 6, while Mat and I zone 3 and 7 respectively, then move to 4. Rosa's on 10 this whole time; Brenda's on 9. They didn't have a ton of freight on either one. Second break rolls around; Mat and I are zoning 4, Nolan and Paul are finishing up their aisles. We find out Brenda is nowhere near done on 9. Nolan spends the next hour, as we jump around, finishing up the spots on our three aisles that aren't done, how ridiculous it is that she's not done yet.
So the morning walkthrough comes through, tells us that we need to get all our equipment, trash, etc., off the floor. Brenda, Rosa, and I all go to throw trash. I was first, and discover that we need to make a bale. So I'm setting it up; I get the rod to open the holes; Brenda takes it from me and tells me to get out of the way. I *was* going to help, until that point; I wasn't going to fight to help, so I left to go help Paul and Nolan finish up.
We finish up the cracker section on 7, mainly listening to Nolan talk about how slow Brenda was moving - I smiled, because I'm a bad person. Then Frances said something about 9 not being completely zoned, which really threw us for a loop, since it was past eight at this point, and Brenda only had this aisle all night. I even got the distinct pleasure of see Frances tell Brenda that she didn't know how to zone properly, and she had to sit there while Frances showed her how to. Finally, around eight-thirty, we just called it.
There was something else I wanted to blog about, but I can't remember what it was.
Jewel -- Doin' FIne
2006-11-28
It's just easier by myself
So, two weird things involving sleeping. First, had a funny dream. We called some computer repair guy or something (to fix Janelle's optical drive?), and he shows up, and walks in and sits at the kitchen table, starts to give his little speech - "Hi, my name's (something), I'll be doing this, this, and this, and I'm a little high right now." Mom and I looked at each other in disbelief, and she shook her head, and I said "No, it's not okay." Then he gets all weird - "Don't get all bent out of shape, man! Chill out." and the like. I tell him he needs to just leave, has his company send someone else. He starts copping a major 'tude, saying that there's nothing wrong with him, that what am I going to do, call his boss?
So I do.
And he gets in serious trouble, gets yelled at over the phone, stuff like that. Good times.
Second, my alarm went off at eight, really high pitched, woke me up. I was flailing around, trying to turn it off. But I didn't know how. I turned the speakers on my computer off, shook them around, threw the mug on my desk onto the floor, nothing seemed to work. Finally, I made my way over to the alarm, started shaking it, pressing random buttons on it. (There is a button on it whose function is 'turn the alarm off'. I couldn't find it. Eventually, I just turned the thing off entirely (for future alarms, too). Took a good five minutes or so. Turned it back on, so I'll wake up tomorrow as well, but I feel sorry for anyone else that heard it.
Colette -- What's Wrong with Being Lonely?
So I do.
And he gets in serious trouble, gets yelled at over the phone, stuff like that. Good times.
Second, my alarm went off at eight, really high pitched, woke me up. I was flailing around, trying to turn it off. But I didn't know how. I turned the speakers on my computer off, shook them around, threw the mug on my desk onto the floor, nothing seemed to work. Finally, I made my way over to the alarm, started shaking it, pressing random buttons on it. (There is a button on it whose function is 'turn the alarm off'. I couldn't find it. Eventually, I just turned the thing off entirely (for future alarms, too). Took a good five minutes or so. Turned it back on, so I'll wake up tomorrow as well, but I feel sorry for anyone else that heard it.
Colette -- What's Wrong with Being Lonely?
I knew you wouldn't understand
One more to add to the baby watch - Carrie. Yup, Carrie. We were talking today just randomly, since we were both on and all, and she just kind of dropped that bombshell. Now, Lilie was saying that that's what people do, it's natural, it happens, blah blah blah. I agree. However, it's something old people do. These people - Carrie, Terri, Montana, Kristina, they're my age, my peers, my friends. It's really weird for me to think about those people getting pregnant, having babies of their own. Lilie suggested that it makes me feel old. No, it makes me feel young. Way too young. That's part of being an adult, being grown up, and it's something I don't want for a good long while yet. Hmm.
Also, the second D&D movie doesn't suck. That much. It's just like playing D&D with Jarrod and Mat and Luke... right down to the bad accents, random encounters with bandits, and overdone fantasy clichès.
Colette -- Didn't Mean to Turn You On
Also, the second D&D movie doesn't suck. That much. It's just like playing D&D with Jarrod and Mat and Luke... right down to the bad accents, random encounters with bandits, and overdone fantasy clichès.
Colette -- Didn't Mean to Turn You On
If I could have just one last wish
Came home for lunch today, not sure why. But I just talked to Lilie, and things are basically set - hockey game, hanging out, then DDR. It's good stuff. Should be an awesome weekend. That, and I'm definitely going to take Mom's gift of a SMAC membership, hopefully be able to put it to good use.
<Tier Two Panty Droppers> is breaking up. Andy left on Jamm, I quit on everyone, joined Death by Hedgehog on Brooms and Slaughterhouse on Femaledwarf. We'll see what happens, come BC.
John Talbot -- So Long and Thanks For All the Fish
<Tier Two Panty Droppers> is breaking up. Andy left on Jamm, I quit on everyone, joined Death by Hedgehog on Brooms and Slaughterhouse on Femaledwarf. We'll see what happens, come BC.
John Talbot -- So Long and Thanks For All the Fish
2006-11-25
I don't belong to you
Another week of work survived, another weekend.
Good times.
Thanksgiving was pretty good, had it at Mom's house. Ambra joined us, since she was unable to make it home to be with her family. It was pretty good, but the turkey had been sitting a while, so it wasn't very warm, and I felt it was kind of tough. Everything else was awesome. I've been wanting to really learn how to cook ever since I started not having to make food for other people; I had hoped to spend most of Thanksgiving at Mom's, helping her make food and learning from her, but I had to sleep from work. Ugh. Ah, well, I can still experiment with crazy vegetable medleys for now.
Work's been going okay, I guess. They served us pizza Thanksgiving morning (originally slated was chicken and mashed potatoes), then sub sandwiches the next night, 'cause our day-after sale ("Blitz") went really well. They had me on 01 last night, which is aisles 13 and 14, which is basically soda and water. Well, at least that's the part we're concerned with. I had to use this weird device, it's like a forklift, but you stand behind it to operate it. I screwed up and pierced a diet Dr. Thunder can, spilled it over the entire stack, but other than that, it went alright. Nolan was kind of annoying me, acting like he has final say on what days I have off, if Paul and I can switch days - after Manual, the manager who's actually *in charge* of these things, approved it - that kind of thing. That, and he keeps calling me 'Bill' occasionally. I won't respond to that, and I've told him that a few times. I've also heard Matt say that he's (one of) the reason(s) I'm still in grocery, and not being allowed to transfer to electronics, as though he has any real say in it.
Fun story: The 'official' reason that I'm not being moved to electronics is that I'm not job-coded for it. Except I wouldn't be, since I'M NOT THERE YET. Also, I'm not job-coded for my current position either, which kind of contradicts that logic. Whatever.
So I've almost covered that list, save one topic - Lilie's breasts. Um, they're nice. Yeah.
Speaking of Lilie... one final post coming up. Well, not one final post, but one new one.
Lasgo -- Don't Belong 2 U
Good times.
Thanksgiving was pretty good, had it at Mom's house. Ambra joined us, since she was unable to make it home to be with her family. It was pretty good, but the turkey had been sitting a while, so it wasn't very warm, and I felt it was kind of tough. Everything else was awesome. I've been wanting to really learn how to cook ever since I started not having to make food for other people; I had hoped to spend most of Thanksgiving at Mom's, helping her make food and learning from her, but I had to sleep from work. Ugh. Ah, well, I can still experiment with crazy vegetable medleys for now.
Work's been going okay, I guess. They served us pizza Thanksgiving morning (originally slated was chicken and mashed potatoes), then sub sandwiches the next night, 'cause our day-after sale ("Blitz") went really well. They had me on 01 last night, which is aisles 13 and 14, which is basically soda and water. Well, at least that's the part we're concerned with. I had to use this weird device, it's like a forklift, but you stand behind it to operate it. I screwed up and pierced a diet Dr. Thunder can, spilled it over the entire stack, but other than that, it went alright. Nolan was kind of annoying me, acting like he has final say on what days I have off, if Paul and I can switch days - after Manual, the manager who's actually *in charge* of these things, approved it - that kind of thing. That, and he keeps calling me 'Bill' occasionally. I won't respond to that, and I've told him that a few times. I've also heard Matt say that he's (one of) the reason(s) I'm still in grocery, and not being allowed to transfer to electronics, as though he has any real say in it.
Fun story: The 'official' reason that I'm not being moved to electronics is that I'm not job-coded for it. Except I wouldn't be, since I'M NOT THERE YET. Also, I'm not job-coded for my current position either, which kind of contradicts that logic. Whatever.
So I've almost covered that list, save one topic - Lilie's breasts. Um, they're nice. Yeah.
Speaking of Lilie... one final post coming up. Well, not one final post, but one new one.
Lasgo -- Don't Belong 2 U
2006-11-22
Make us feel so cold inside, but they cannot take us back
I feel like writing about work a little, since Brenda is continuing to be a major bitch.
First, some background: The first phase of each shift is getting all the stuff off the palettes. It's generally sorted by aisle, but there is some overlap, some mix-ups, and some random stuff. There's also baby food, which we don't deal with at all. We just put that to the side, some lady comes in and takes care of it. We generally use a shopping cart or two, just put all the baby food in there. We use as few carts as possible, for a few reasons.
So earlier:
I knew Brenda has a shopping cart with baby food, since she had had some earlier, and I was just getting to some on my palette, so I went over to her to ask if she was done with the baby food on her stacks, so I could start getting rid of mine. One other side note: I'm fully aware that this whole thing could just be me projecting my dislike of her onto her, and subconsciously provoking her into responding negatively, thus justifying my dislike of her. It's possible. So I've been very careful to watch the tone of my voice, the diction I use when talking to her, to make sure I'm being appropriately polite and not inciting things.
I walked over to where she was downstacking palette and asked her if she had any more baby food left, or if I could use the cart. She was really rude about telling me that no, she didn't have any left, and yes, I could use the cart.
Wait.
That wasn't the bad part.
So we got a ton of those little packets of crackers. Like, a box containing 10 little packets of maybe 8 sandwich crackers - cheese on cheese, pb on cheese, etc. We had, um, like eight cases of each. Maybe two of each will go up, so we were stacking the overflow on this cart. She walks part the cart, the turns onto the aisle with the crackers in question. I tell that there's a cart for the crackers, 'cause there's already too many on the floor; she looks at me, and kinda starts muttering under her breath.
It doesn't sound very bad in the retelling. But she was being a bitch.
That sounds like a totally unjustified attack against someone I just don't like. Hmm. I'll have to work on that.
Anyway. Moving on.
Lilie and Rose have both found some great company lately. Lilie's got a crush on some guy at work who just broke up with his girlfriend, and she wasn't the "only reason", and Rose met some guy online and they're having a great time. (I feel like I need to clarify a point here - it's not that's it's Lilie specifically that brings this up - I mean, yes, it is, because she's one of my closest friends, and someone I probably talk to more than almost anyone else, but not because she's my ex-girlfriend that I still harbor a lot of affection for. I want things to work out for her and whomever she may choose, and I don't say that in a cynical, wounded, depressed way, like I did with Sean, and to a lesser extent, Scott. More like a content, happy way, that things are going well for my best friend. Anyway.) I certainly don't begrudge either one of them that; however, it does serve to drive home my current social isolation. I mean, well... there's two aspects I'm looking at it from - general social; that is, forming friendships, establishing a community of people you network with, that kind of thing; and closer, intimate relationships - girlfriends, significant others, whatever you may wish to call them. Now, I don't really feel like whining about the second one - I've done so at great length, and even I grow fatigued by the constant, unrelenting onslaught of rhetoric that I've seen fit to spew across my digital journal. I mean, I don't have DPD - I don't *have* to be in a relationship. All things being equal, I do prefer to be in one; it's nice. The intimacy, the shared emotions, the mutual trust, support, and affection... but no. Not today. It's the first upon which I focus my concentration on this evening.
It's weird. It wasn't very bad during the months I wasn't working - I was almost completely isolated. I didn't really see anybody, besides Ambra, the occasional delivery guy, and the family on Sundays. And I didn't miss them at all, to be honest. However, now that I'm taking strides to re-enter the real world, interact with other human beings, and do so on a daily basis, I do find myself lonely, and craving more true interaction, conversation, and even friendship. I guess being back on the fringe is worse than being cut off altogether?
Anastacia -- I Do
First, some background: The first phase of each shift is getting all the stuff off the palettes. It's generally sorted by aisle, but there is some overlap, some mix-ups, and some random stuff. There's also baby food, which we don't deal with at all. We just put that to the side, some lady comes in and takes care of it. We generally use a shopping cart or two, just put all the baby food in there. We use as few carts as possible, for a few reasons.
So earlier:
I knew Brenda has a shopping cart with baby food, since she had had some earlier, and I was just getting to some on my palette, so I went over to her to ask if she was done with the baby food on her stacks, so I could start getting rid of mine. One other side note: I'm fully aware that this whole thing could just be me projecting my dislike of her onto her, and subconsciously provoking her into responding negatively, thus justifying my dislike of her. It's possible. So I've been very careful to watch the tone of my voice, the diction I use when talking to her, to make sure I'm being appropriately polite and not inciting things.
I walked over to where she was downstacking palette and asked her if she had any more baby food left, or if I could use the cart. She was really rude about telling me that no, she didn't have any left, and yes, I could use the cart.
Wait.
That wasn't the bad part.
So we got a ton of those little packets of crackers. Like, a box containing 10 little packets of maybe 8 sandwich crackers - cheese on cheese, pb on cheese, etc. We had, um, like eight cases of each. Maybe two of each will go up, so we were stacking the overflow on this cart. She walks part the cart, the turns onto the aisle with the crackers in question. I tell that there's a cart for the crackers, 'cause there's already too many on the floor; she looks at me, and kinda starts muttering under her breath.
It doesn't sound very bad in the retelling. But she was being a bitch.
That sounds like a totally unjustified attack against someone I just don't like. Hmm. I'll have to work on that.
Anyway. Moving on.
Lilie and Rose have both found some great company lately. Lilie's got a crush on some guy at work who just broke up with his girlfriend, and she wasn't the "only reason", and Rose met some guy online and they're having a great time. (I feel like I need to clarify a point here - it's not that's it's Lilie specifically that brings this up - I mean, yes, it is, because she's one of my closest friends, and someone I probably talk to more than almost anyone else, but not because she's my ex-girlfriend that I still harbor a lot of affection for. I want things to work out for her and whomever she may choose, and I don't say that in a cynical, wounded, depressed way, like I did with Sean, and to a lesser extent, Scott. More like a content, happy way, that things are going well for my best friend. Anyway.) I certainly don't begrudge either one of them that; however, it does serve to drive home my current social isolation. I mean, well... there's two aspects I'm looking at it from - general social; that is, forming friendships, establishing a community of people you network with, that kind of thing; and closer, intimate relationships - girlfriends, significant others, whatever you may wish to call them. Now, I don't really feel like whining about the second one - I've done so at great length, and even I grow fatigued by the constant, unrelenting onslaught of rhetoric that I've seen fit to spew across my digital journal. I mean, I don't have DPD - I don't *have* to be in a relationship. All things being equal, I do prefer to be in one; it's nice. The intimacy, the shared emotions, the mutual trust, support, and affection... but no. Not today. It's the first upon which I focus my concentration on this evening.
It's weird. It wasn't very bad during the months I wasn't working - I was almost completely isolated. I didn't really see anybody, besides Ambra, the occasional delivery guy, and the family on Sundays. And I didn't miss them at all, to be honest. However, now that I'm taking strides to re-enter the real world, interact with other human beings, and do so on a daily basis, I do find myself lonely, and craving more true interaction, conversation, and even friendship. I guess being back on the fringe is worse than being cut off altogether?
Anastacia -- I Do
2006-11-21
Lily Allen - Smile
When you first left me
I was wanting more
But you were fucking that girl next door
What'cha do that for? (What'cha do that for?)
When you first left me
I didnt know what to say
I've never been on my own that way
Just sat by myself all day
I was so lost back then
But with a little help from my friends
I found the light in the tunnel at the end
Now you're calling me up on the phone
So you can have a little whine and a moan
And it's only because you are feeling alone
At first when I see you cry
It makes me smile
Yeah it makes me smile
At worst I feel bad for a while
But then I just smile
I go ahead and smile
Whenever you see me
You say that you want me back (Want me back)
And I tell you it don't mean jack (It don't mean jack)
No it don't mean jack (No it don't mean jack)
I couldn't stop laughing
No I just couldn't help myself
See you messed up my mental health
I was quite unwell
I was so lost back then
But with a little help from my friends
I found the light in the tunnel at the end
Now you're calling me up on the phone
So you can have a little whine and
a moan
And it's only because you're feeling alone
At first when I see you cry
It makes me smile
Yeah it makes me smile
At worst I feel bad for a while
But then I just smile
I go ahead and smile
Lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala
At first when I see you cry (When I see you cry)
It makes me smile (It makes me smile)
Yeah it makes me smile (Yeah it makes me smile)
At worst I feel bad for a while (I feel bad for a while)
But then I just smile (But then I just smile)
I go ahead and smile (I go ahead and smile)
lalalalalalalalalalalalal
At first when I see you cry (When I see you cry)
It makes me smile (It makes me smile)
Yeah it makes me smile (Yeah it makes me smile)
At worst I feel bad for a while (I feel bad for a while)
But then I just smile (But then I just smile)
I go ahead and smile (I go ahead and smile)
I was wanting more
But you were fucking that girl next door
What'cha do that for? (What'cha do that for?)
When you first left me
I didnt know what to say
I've never been on my own that way
Just sat by myself all day
I was so lost back then
But with a little help from my friends
I found the light in the tunnel at the end
Now you're calling me up on the phone
So you can have a little whine and a moan
And it's only because you are feeling alone
At first when I see you cry
It makes me smile
Yeah it makes me smile
At worst I feel bad for a while
But then I just smile
I go ahead and smile
Whenever you see me
You say that you want me back (Want me back)
And I tell you it don't mean jack (It don't mean jack)
No it don't mean jack (No it don't mean jack)
I couldn't stop laughing
No I just couldn't help myself
See you messed up my mental health
I was quite unwell
I was so lost back then
But with a little help from my friends
I found the light in the tunnel at the end
Now you're calling me up on the phone
So you can have a little whine and
a moan
And it's only because you're feeling alone
At first when I see you cry
It makes me smile
Yeah it makes me smile
At worst I feel bad for a while
But then I just smile
I go ahead and smile
Lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala lalala
At first when I see you cry (When I see you cry)
It makes me smile (It makes me smile)
Yeah it makes me smile (Yeah it makes me smile)
At worst I feel bad for a while (I feel bad for a while)
But then I just smile (But then I just smile)
I go ahead and smile (I go ahead and smile)
lalalalalalalalalalalalal
At first when I see you cry (When I see you cry)
It makes me smile (It makes me smile)
Yeah it makes me smile (Yeah it makes me smile)
At worst I feel bad for a while (I feel bad for a while)
But then I just smile (But then I just smile)
I go ahead and smile (I go ahead and smile)
I've never been on my own that way
So, last week was really nice. I got a three day weekend - which contributed to having to work six days in a row just now, but that's fine - and on top of that, I got off around 3:30 that day, since I had some extra hours that week. Anyway. I did a little shopping, since I had three days off, and Ambra was going to be gone most of that time as well. So as I'm getting ready to go up and pay, who walks in but Kenny and Jason? So I walked around with them a bit as they bought some meat to grill, and we all sat down to play some Guitar Hero II, which they were also purchasing.
We caught up a bit, talked about mutual acquaintances. Let's see... it's become knowledge that Gina and Jenn are engaged, and they were commenting on how very gross it is now when Jenn comes in with hickeys on her neck, now that they know where those come from. Mal's still being a royal bitch, getting away with all kinds of shit (as is Jenn), which makes me feel good about quitting. Jess is still in Seguin, which means it's still Jenn, Gina, and Sergio managing, with some new guy that had just started. Speaking of which, apparently Sergio asked about me the other day, if anyone had heard from me in a while, which was kind of cool.
So, yeah.
Lily Allen -- Smile
We caught up a bit, talked about mutual acquaintances. Let's see... it's become knowledge that Gina and Jenn are engaged, and they were commenting on how very gross it is now when Jenn comes in with hickeys on her neck, now that they know where those come from. Mal's still being a royal bitch, getting away with all kinds of shit (as is Jenn), which makes me feel good about quitting. Jess is still in Seguin, which means it's still Jenn, Gina, and Sergio managing, with some new guy that had just started. Speaking of which, apparently Sergio asked about me the other day, if anyone had heard from me in a while, which was kind of cool.
So, yeah.
Lily Allen -- Smile
2006-11-20
But you were fucking that girl next door
So I'm on my weekend, I've got tonight, all day tomorrow, and the next morning off; we've already done birthday dinner, so now it's just me, playing WoW. Hanging with the guys, which is always fun; I think they're going to run me through Gnomer. Or something. Whatever.
So Bambi managed to get our hockey tickets moved to December third, which is awesome, since I usually have Sundays off, and even if I don't, I'll probably be able to get Paul or Nolan to switch with me, and even if I can't, it's at four in the afternoon, so I can go even if I have to work. I'd rather not have to work that day, though. Although, I get to bring one guest, and I'm not sure who to bring. Janelle can't go, she has a recital that day or finals the next day or something. David doesn't really care for hockey. Lilie's leaving the next day to go to California. Jarrod's next to impossible to get a hold of, and usually works Sunday afternoon anyway. Ambra doesn't really care for hockey either. Sadly, that about exhausts my list of prospects. I might try giving Cullen a call, see if he's interested in going. Other than that, I'm not sure.
My birthday was alright this year. I mean, my actual birthday sucked - I was at work when it started at 12:00:01 am, was there until around 8:30, went to Mom's for a fantastic breakfast, then went home, crashed, then went back to work at 10. Not the best of days. Today, though, was a lot better. Got off work around eight again, came home, crashed. Woke up, joined the family and David for dinner at Chili's. Had a blast all spending time together, then we went back to the house for cake and ice cream, which was also great. Well, kinda. It was weird - orange cake, orange sherbert. After that, tried to do some work on Janelle's computer, don't think I really accomplished very much - wasn't able to fix the CD drive. It's really weird - it takes in the disc, the system recognizes that a disc is in there, but it won't show any of the files on the disc. Music, data, burnt or original, all the same. However, it doesn't have a problem with DVDs. So, I don't know. I did get her set up with Firefox and Avast, though, so that's a step in the right direction.
Work's been going okay. I think I've finally started to settle in to the job, the routine. It's basically the same from day to day, though we do have a few weird days coming up with the day after Thanksgiving and Christmas. It's definitely not something I want to be doing for very long, but for right now, it's okay. The people situation is interesting - there are people there that annoy me, but I don't have to deal with them nearly as much. I mean, yeah, we're working together and are a team, but the majority of the shift is throwing freight in an aisle, by myself. So even though Brenda annoys the fucking shit out of me, she wouldn't ever cause me to quit, like Mal did. Why does she annoy me so much? Well... I should preface it by saying that I'm a huge supporter of gender equality. I know that humanity has been very patriarchal through most of its history, in some places still is, and the traditions and 'norms' of more liberal societies are still favoring men in many areas. I can understand that. I wouldn't seek to deny women their equal rights, nor lessen the role of those who have fought for them. And certainly, we still have a ways to go. That being said...
NOT EVERY DISAGREEMENT BETWEEN A MAN AND A WOMAN IS A GENDER ISSUE.
For example: There's a palette of cooking oil. Each case has like six big containers; the palette is three or four layers deep. It's on one side of the grocery aisles; the cooking oil is going to be set up as a huge stack in this area on the other side of the grocery aisles. They told me to use a palette jack and move the whole thing over there, that way, we could just move straight from the palette to the display. I go to start doing that; Brenda freaks out. It's her stuff, and she wants to load it onto a cart first, move the cart, then move the stuff from the cart to the display. I tried explaining to her what I was trying to do, but she starts going off, saying rather loudly, "I'm a woman! I'm not afraid of a little lifting!" Which, of course, had NOTHING TO DO with anything. Another point, Nolan had asked her if she was going to get all her freight thrown in time, because she had a lot of it on her aisle; she responds with a rant about how of course she will, she's a woman, they're strong enough to give birth, then her and another female go off into a series of jokes and what-not, the gist of which was that if men gave birth, the human species would die off very, very quickly. Again, I'm not demeaning the incredible experience that is giving birth, nor denying that it takes an incredible will to go through it. It's just... this whole thing is born out of gender inequality, people reacting a certain way towards others based solely on gender; this sort of thing only perpetuates it. It really drives me nuts.
The only other person at work that really merits comment is Conner - he also annoys me, though not as much. He reminds me a lot of JP, and sort of like Uncle Freddie, but twisted in a bad way. He has the sort of "Ooh, I don't care what anyone thinks, I'm extreme and in your face, and fuck you!" mentality, but he likes to flaunt it. I mean, it's cool not to care - I sure don't, but I don't bring it up in conversation every five minutes, either. He also has a tendency to make bizarre absolute statements like "The true gamer will ALWAYS buy Nintendo", then back them up with things that either a) don't support what he just said, b) don't make any sense, or c) are wrong and/or made up. So yeah, that kind of gets on my nerves a little, but overall, he's pretty cool.
Lily Allen -- Smile
So Bambi managed to get our hockey tickets moved to December third, which is awesome, since I usually have Sundays off, and even if I don't, I'll probably be able to get Paul or Nolan to switch with me, and even if I can't, it's at four in the afternoon, so I can go even if I have to work. I'd rather not have to work that day, though. Although, I get to bring one guest, and I'm not sure who to bring. Janelle can't go, she has a recital that day or finals the next day or something. David doesn't really care for hockey. Lilie's leaving the next day to go to California. Jarrod's next to impossible to get a hold of, and usually works Sunday afternoon anyway. Ambra doesn't really care for hockey either. Sadly, that about exhausts my list of prospects. I might try giving Cullen a call, see if he's interested in going. Other than that, I'm not sure.
My birthday was alright this year. I mean, my actual birthday sucked - I was at work when it started at 12:00:01 am, was there until around 8:30, went to Mom's for a fantastic breakfast, then went home, crashed, then went back to work at 10. Not the best of days. Today, though, was a lot better. Got off work around eight again, came home, crashed. Woke up, joined the family and David for dinner at Chili's. Had a blast all spending time together, then we went back to the house for cake and ice cream, which was also great. Well, kinda. It was weird - orange cake, orange sherbert. After that, tried to do some work on Janelle's computer, don't think I really accomplished very much - wasn't able to fix the CD drive. It's really weird - it takes in the disc, the system recognizes that a disc is in there, but it won't show any of the files on the disc. Music, data, burnt or original, all the same. However, it doesn't have a problem with DVDs. So, I don't know. I did get her set up with Firefox and Avast, though, so that's a step in the right direction.
Work's been going okay. I think I've finally started to settle in to the job, the routine. It's basically the same from day to day, though we do have a few weird days coming up with the day after Thanksgiving and Christmas. It's definitely not something I want to be doing for very long, but for right now, it's okay. The people situation is interesting - there are people there that annoy me, but I don't have to deal with them nearly as much. I mean, yeah, we're working together and are a team, but the majority of the shift is throwing freight in an aisle, by myself. So even though Brenda annoys the fucking shit out of me, she wouldn't ever cause me to quit, like Mal did. Why does she annoy me so much? Well... I should preface it by saying that I'm a huge supporter of gender equality. I know that humanity has been very patriarchal through most of its history, in some places still is, and the traditions and 'norms' of more liberal societies are still favoring men in many areas. I can understand that. I wouldn't seek to deny women their equal rights, nor lessen the role of those who have fought for them. And certainly, we still have a ways to go. That being said...
NOT EVERY DISAGREEMENT BETWEEN A MAN AND A WOMAN IS A GENDER ISSUE.
For example: There's a palette of cooking oil. Each case has like six big containers; the palette is three or four layers deep. It's on one side of the grocery aisles; the cooking oil is going to be set up as a huge stack in this area on the other side of the grocery aisles. They told me to use a palette jack and move the whole thing over there, that way, we could just move straight from the palette to the display. I go to start doing that; Brenda freaks out. It's her stuff, and she wants to load it onto a cart first, move the cart, then move the stuff from the cart to the display. I tried explaining to her what I was trying to do, but she starts going off, saying rather loudly, "I'm a woman! I'm not afraid of a little lifting!" Which, of course, had NOTHING TO DO with anything. Another point, Nolan had asked her if she was going to get all her freight thrown in time, because she had a lot of it on her aisle; she responds with a rant about how of course she will, she's a woman, they're strong enough to give birth, then her and another female go off into a series of jokes and what-not, the gist of which was that if men gave birth, the human species would die off very, very quickly. Again, I'm not demeaning the incredible experience that is giving birth, nor denying that it takes an incredible will to go through it. It's just... this whole thing is born out of gender inequality, people reacting a certain way towards others based solely on gender; this sort of thing only perpetuates it. It really drives me nuts.
The only other person at work that really merits comment is Conner - he also annoys me, though not as much. He reminds me a lot of JP, and sort of like Uncle Freddie, but twisted in a bad way. He has the sort of "Ooh, I don't care what anyone thinks, I'm extreme and in your face, and fuck you!" mentality, but he likes to flaunt it. I mean, it's cool not to care - I sure don't, but I don't bring it up in conversation every five minutes, either. He also has a tendency to make bizarre absolute statements like "The true gamer will ALWAYS buy Nintendo", then back them up with things that either a) don't support what he just said, b) don't make any sense, or c) are wrong and/or made up. So yeah, that kind of gets on my nerves a little, but overall, he's pretty cool.
Lily Allen -- Smile
2006-11-17
On your shoulder, out the storm I rode
So it looks like, at least for a while, I probably won't be posting very much during my five day work cycle, then doing massive posts during my weekend. Of course, as I type that, I realize that's not how I prefer to do things, so we'll see.
Had the PS3 launch, that was fun. We had people lined up right outside layaway a few days ago, we made them go line up outside. It wasn't that many - six, maybe? Of course, we only got 10, so it's a good thing they lined up when they did. We went on break right as we started selling it, so Paul and I wandered over to watch it. It was... underwhelming. They were selling them, no noise, no confetti, no balloons falling from the ceiling. Yeah.
Finally realized the existence of, diagnosed, and fixed the NAT problem I've been having with Azureus since I obtained it. Turns out it works much, much better once you do that. Most amazing. Got a dvd rip of Pirates of the Caribbean 2 and a cam of Dead or Alive, working on aXXo releases of Tristan and Isolde, John Tucker Must Die, The Break-Up, Beowulf and Grendel, D&D2, and I think that's about it.
I was talking to Paul, and he mentioned how much he didn't like the Daily Show and the Colbert Report, then compared them to Dane Cook, who he described as the "unfunny, white version of Eddie Murphy." He then did an impression - "Man, I was walking, and someone stepped on my foot! Then there were some french fries!!." I was laughing.
My birthday is in less than twelve hours. I'll be at work. It ends in less than thirty-six hours, and I'll be at work then too. I, personally, don't care - I've always worked on my birthday, and don't feel the sense of entitlement that some do (Lilie, Heather) just 'cause I was born on this calendar date. Bam bought some hockey tickets, was going to take me to a game, but I couldn't get the day off - and I told her that'd happen. She managed to get them for a different game, so we'll see if I can get that day off.
Been hearing mixed things about FF XII. Hope to borrow it, and between David and Pual, have a decent chance.
A'ight, this was a somewhat scatter-shot update, but it's better than nothing.
Alex Megane -- Hurricane
Had the PS3 launch, that was fun. We had people lined up right outside layaway a few days ago, we made them go line up outside. It wasn't that many - six, maybe? Of course, we only got 10, so it's a good thing they lined up when they did. We went on break right as we started selling it, so Paul and I wandered over to watch it. It was... underwhelming. They were selling them, no noise, no confetti, no balloons falling from the ceiling. Yeah.
Finally realized the existence of, diagnosed, and fixed the NAT problem I've been having with Azureus since I obtained it. Turns out it works much, much better once you do that. Most amazing. Got a dvd rip of Pirates of the Caribbean 2 and a cam of Dead or Alive, working on aXXo releases of Tristan and Isolde, John Tucker Must Die, The Break-Up, Beowulf and Grendel, D&D2, and I think that's about it.
I was talking to Paul, and he mentioned how much he didn't like the Daily Show and the Colbert Report, then compared them to Dane Cook, who he described as the "unfunny, white version of Eddie Murphy." He then did an impression - "Man, I was walking, and someone stepped on my foot! Then there were some french fries!!." I was laughing.
My birthday is in less than twelve hours. I'll be at work. It ends in less than thirty-six hours, and I'll be at work then too. I, personally, don't care - I've always worked on my birthday, and don't feel the sense of entitlement that some do (Lilie, Heather) just 'cause I was born on this calendar date. Bam bought some hockey tickets, was going to take me to a game, but I couldn't get the day off - and I told her that'd happen. She managed to get them for a different game, so we'll see if I can get that day off.
Been hearing mixed things about FF XII. Hope to borrow it, and between David and Pual, have a decent chance.
A'ight, this was a somewhat scatter-shot update, but it's better than nothing.
Alex Megane -- Hurricane
2006-11-15
Dancing's what makes me whole
So I have a lot of stuff I want to write about, but this is just a quick post before I head in to work. I had some issues sleeping today - finally started falling asleep about two, but I woke up a few times; once, Bam called, once, Mat called, and around 7 or so, I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. This kind of sleeping tends to produce weird dreams that I remember, if only vaguely.
Like this one.
First, it was about Chelsea. However, it was almost two hours ago that I woke up, so I really only remember bits and isolated fragments. I remember talking on the phone with her, at Mom's house, I think. Also, we were driving around in a car - my car, but not my truck, having some sort of philosophical discussion.
Aaron Smith ft. Luvii -- Dancing
Like this one.
First, it was about Chelsea. However, it was almost two hours ago that I woke up, so I really only remember bits and isolated fragments. I remember talking on the phone with her, at Mom's house, I think. Also, we were driving around in a car - my car, but not my truck, having some sort of philosophical discussion.
Aaron Smith ft. Luvii -- Dancing
2006-11-13
The kisses of the sun were sweet; I didn't blink
So my three day weekend ends in like thirteen hours. I don't know that I got anything notable accomplished. Truck registered and/or inspected? Nope. Room cleaned? Nope. I did play some WoW and get Femaledwarf up to 25 (Really close to 26, I could get that level before going in to work, if I felt the urge). I did vacuum the living room and mop the kitchen, which I suppose isn't completely insubstantial. It's something.
Wait!
In my defense, I went down the truck registration place Friday morning to do my registration, but they were closed for Veteran's Day, so I wasn't able to do it. I'll probably wait 'til Thursday, when I get paid, and will be running some other errands anyway.
I'm currently scheduled for nine days straight, but they don't like it when you work seven in a row, so they'll be changing my schedule around (again) to prevent that from happening. Hopefully, this will lead to having Saturday off, so I can go to the hockey game with Bambi and Mom on my birthday. I get to bring a guest as well. I'd really, really like to bring Lilie along; she lives in Austin, and likes hockey to boot. I don't know how well her and Mom get along, if they really like each other, Bam as well. It might end up being a moot point if i have to work Saturday night anyway, since it's up in the air if I'll be going if I do.
Mom asked me something earlier - she asked me if this is where I thought I'd be at 24.
Frankly, no, it's not.
I feel like somewhat of a failure. If not for a series of bad choices on my part, I could have been out of college for two and a half years (give or take a semester) ago, in a real job, working on building a real life. Right now, I feel like I'm just treading water, moving from moment to moment with no real goals or plan. I mean, I know where I'd like to be, and I have a vague idea of how to get there. It's just a matter of fighting the apathy that's been such a defining characteristic of my life the last five and a half years. The only thing I can of that's positive about the entire situation is that I have moved out, I'm kind of living on my own, earning a living. It's a start? I guess? of course, having Mom as one of my top choices for roommate in May kind of potentially negates that as well, although if it makes it easier to get back in school, it'll be worth it. I'm just not sure if it would, and it would definitely be a step backwards in other directions.
Then there's this whole thing with Lilie. It's pushing two and a half years since we've met. I reviewed most of our relationship, relived a lot of memories when I was going back through my 750 posts and putting tags on all of them; it's been the same situation almost the entire time, with a few exceptions: me being hopelessly in love with her, her not being sure how she feels about me, and the intimacy we tend to share whenever we're together serving to confuse the situation that much more. She remarked earlier that I've changed a fair amount since she'd met me, and I think it's reflected in our relationship, which has become a lot more stable, more comfortable, less confusing. There's any amount of repetitive analysis I could do about our history and relationship, but I've done it enough times. Too many. I know the rhetoric by heart at this point, and it doesn't really clarify anything. I think we'll continue along the course we're on now, which is a great one, to be sure. She's become a huge advocate of me moving in with her and Rose, now that she understands that I'm alright how we are, who she is, all that stuff.
I hate putting it like this, making it seem like an afterthought or something, but it'd be great living with Rose as well. I love her just as much, if in a different way, and really miss not seeing her very often and not getting to talk to her very much. As weird as it was when she lived with David and me, it was great seeing her every day. We clash occasionally, usually when one of us is really depressed, and the other one is feeling pissy and doesn't want to deal with it, but that kind of spat doesn't last too terribly long.
So yes, other than a few issues, these two, in no particular order, are my top choice for living companions in May.
Moving on.
Things I still want to talk about:
Note: One of those probably won't happen. I'll let you figure out which one it is. (Hint: I like breasts.)
Also, if this post seems sporadic, it's because I'm lying in bed, watching one of the top five cartoons of all times, Rocko's Modern Life. (The other four, in no particular order, are Transformers (Generation One), The Angry Beavers, and two other ones that I'm not going to disclose at this time, because I don't feel like it's in our national interest. Hey, it works for the president, as it's about time I started exercising my privileges as Supreme Allied Commander of Dinosaur Moonbase 2.)
ATC -- Around the World
The kisses of the sun
Were sweet I didn't blink
I let it in my eyes
Like an exotic drink
Wait!
In my defense, I went down the truck registration place Friday morning to do my registration, but they were closed for Veteran's Day, so I wasn't able to do it. I'll probably wait 'til Thursday, when I get paid, and will be running some other errands anyway.
I'm currently scheduled for nine days straight, but they don't like it when you work seven in a row, so they'll be changing my schedule around (again) to prevent that from happening. Hopefully, this will lead to having Saturday off, so I can go to the hockey game with Bambi and Mom on my birthday. I get to bring a guest as well. I'd really, really like to bring Lilie along; she lives in Austin, and likes hockey to boot. I don't know how well her and Mom get along, if they really like each other, Bam as well. It might end up being a moot point if i have to work Saturday night anyway, since it's up in the air if I'll be going if I do.
Mom asked me something earlier - she asked me if this is where I thought I'd be at 24.
Frankly, no, it's not.
I feel like somewhat of a failure. If not for a series of bad choices on my part, I could have been out of college for two and a half years (give or take a semester) ago, in a real job, working on building a real life. Right now, I feel like I'm just treading water, moving from moment to moment with no real goals or plan. I mean, I know where I'd like to be, and I have a vague idea of how to get there. It's just a matter of fighting the apathy that's been such a defining characteristic of my life the last five and a half years. The only thing I can of that's positive about the entire situation is that I have moved out, I'm kind of living on my own, earning a living. It's a start? I guess? of course, having Mom as one of my top choices for roommate in May kind of potentially negates that as well, although if it makes it easier to get back in school, it'll be worth it. I'm just not sure if it would, and it would definitely be a step backwards in other directions.
Then there's this whole thing with Lilie. It's pushing two and a half years since we've met. I reviewed most of our relationship, relived a lot of memories when I was going back through my 750 posts and putting tags on all of them; it's been the same situation almost the entire time, with a few exceptions: me being hopelessly in love with her, her not being sure how she feels about me, and the intimacy we tend to share whenever we're together serving to confuse the situation that much more. She remarked earlier that I've changed a fair amount since she'd met me, and I think it's reflected in our relationship, which has become a lot more stable, more comfortable, less confusing. There's any amount of repetitive analysis I could do about our history and relationship, but I've done it enough times. Too many. I know the rhetoric by heart at this point, and it doesn't really clarify anything. I think we'll continue along the course we're on now, which is a great one, to be sure. She's become a huge advocate of me moving in with her and Rose, now that she understands that I'm alright how we are, who she is, all that stuff.
I hate putting it like this, making it seem like an afterthought or something, but it'd be great living with Rose as well. I love her just as much, if in a different way, and really miss not seeing her very often and not getting to talk to her very much. As weird as it was when she lived with David and me, it was great seeing her every day. We clash occasionally, usually when one of us is really depressed, and the other one is feeling pissy and doesn't want to deal with it, but that kind of spat doesn't last too terribly long.
So yes, other than a few issues, these two, in no particular order, are my top choice for living companions in May.
Moving on.
Things I still want to talk about:
- People at work that annoy me - Brenda, Conner, and I'm sure there're others
- Running into Kenny and Jason after getting off from work the other night
- Lilie's breasts
- A 5 year plan, complete with incremental steps, to getting my life back on track
Note: One of those probably won't happen. I'll let you figure out which one it is. (Hint: I like breasts.)
Also, if this post seems sporadic, it's because I'm lying in bed, watching one of the top five cartoons of all times, Rocko's Modern Life. (The other four, in no particular order, are Transformers (Generation One), The Angry Beavers, and two other ones that I'm not going to disclose at this time, because I don't feel like it's in our national interest. Hey, it works for the president, as it's about time I started exercising my privileges as Supreme Allied Commander of Dinosaur Moonbase 2.)
ATC -- Around the World
The kisses of the sun
Were sweet I didn't blink
I let it in my eyes
Like an exotic drink
Undress me everywhere
So I just finished going through and tagging every one of my posts. Now, in the right-hand sidebar, you'll see a list of every tag I've used, sorted by frequency, and the number of posts I've used them on. Now, I typically don't limit my posts to one topic; I tend to range across whatever's on my mind, most usually work and girls. So you'll see work - Sonic, Domino's, and Walmart, very high on the list, as well as girls - Suzie, Lilie, Rose, you name it.
Aqua -- Barbie Girl
Aqua -- Barbie Girl
2006-11-08
Almost made you love me
So Ambra and are having a discussion concerning the fact that her friend from work is going to be coming by all weekend to take care of her cat.
Notable quote:
Ambra, to her friend, referring to me: "I told her that if you're not asleep, you're probably awake."
Excellent deduction.
Brandy -- Almost Doesn't Count
Notable quote:
Ambra, to her friend, referring to me: "I told her that if you're not asleep, you're probably awake."
Excellent deduction.
Brandy -- Almost Doesn't Count
2006-11-07
What's been done has been done
This is going to be a bitchy post. I'm going to rant about things that annoy me. If you don't want to hear that, skip it. You won't be missing anything.
First off: politics. First off on the first topic, a disclaimer. I understand several things that usually happen in politics: politicians try to spin any and every occurrence to their own, and maybe their party's, benefit; they tend to stand by their party, keep to their talking points. I understand those things. But several things have happened lately to really, really annoy me:
First, Tony Snow, the White House Press Secretary, 's reaction to John Kerry's offensive comment concerning education and the war in Iraq - something like "You can work hard and be smart, or **you can get stuck in Iraq**". The parts in **'s are direct quotes, the rest is a paraphrase. I don't condone his comment, just as an aside. However... during the press conference, which I watched live on Fox News, Snow referenced Kerry's comment that he left out the word "us". Snow said something along the lines of "I don't get it, I can't even see where you would insert the word 'us' in there - You us can get stuck in Iraq?" Now, he was mainly responding to reporters' questions, I understand that, but that one comment really, really pissed me off - it's obvious to anyone with half a brain where the word 'us' is inserted into that sentence to make sense; The Colbert Report ran that clip and mocked Snow for it.
Second, a republican pundit was talking to Wolf Blitzer on CNN, in regards to the Mark Foley incident. His assertion that the timing of the release of this information was very, very coincidental, something so damaging to a (the) republican(s) so close to some highly contested midterms. Now, I'll admit that it is a somewhat valid point, and the Democrats certainly shouldn't have sat on this information, if they had it, only to release it a highly fortuitous time. It's circumstantial, but I could understand a legitimate investigation being launched. However, the republican pundit wasn't saying it might have happened, he was saying that's what the Democrats did. Wolf asked him several times, quite directly, if he had any proof that that was the case. The pundit's response? "Do you have any proof that they didn't?" I mean, yeah! Fuck that whole "Innocent until proven guilty", "Burden of proof on the accuser" nonsense!
Third, voting. I take great umbrage at the oft-espoused idea that everyone should vote. I'm not even kidding. Now, to be clear, I certainly think everyone should be able to vote, after meeting a few basic qualifications - citizenship, age, that kind of thing. So yes, anyone can vote. However, I feel strongly that people should have at least some grasp of the issues before they vote. That's what bothers me about people who always vote along a certain party line. That, and people who impulse-vote - "Oh, I liked that guy's commercials!", that kind of thing. That's why I'm not voting in the midterms - I don't have any idea what's going on.
Finally, people assuming I'm a democrat for my constant ragging on Bush. I don't follow a party line - they're both essentially full of shit. Yes, I hate Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Snow, Rove... the whole lot of 'em. However, they're in charge, so they're the ones making the decisions, they're the obvious targets. The Daily Show went after Kerry for his comments concerning the troops and education. I mean, they didn't do the half-hour exposè about troops' education levels like Fox News did, but they did make a lot of fun of him, mocked him pretty thoroughly. So yeah.
Second topic: People at work.
Most of them are cool; well, that's not completely true - I don't interact with most of them, mainly just the ones that I stock grocery with. I also deal with the overnight GM and departmental folks during the pre-shift meeting, breaks, and various chatter.
Actually, I'm getting pretty tired, so I'm going to do the work rant later.
Also, new feature: Tags. There's a list on the right hand side, after the monthly archives, with links I've put on my posts. You can click on a link to see all posts with that link. Good stuff.
Amber G -- Why Can't You Just Be In Love With Me
First off: politics. First off on the first topic, a disclaimer. I understand several things that usually happen in politics: politicians try to spin any and every occurrence to their own, and maybe their party's, benefit; they tend to stand by their party, keep to their talking points. I understand those things. But several things have happened lately to really, really annoy me:
First, Tony Snow, the White House Press Secretary, 's reaction to John Kerry's offensive comment concerning education and the war in Iraq - something like "You can work hard and be smart, or **you can get stuck in Iraq**". The parts in **'s are direct quotes, the rest is a paraphrase. I don't condone his comment, just as an aside. However... during the press conference, which I watched live on Fox News, Snow referenced Kerry's comment that he left out the word "us". Snow said something along the lines of "I don't get it, I can't even see where you would insert the word 'us' in there - You us can get stuck in Iraq?" Now, he was mainly responding to reporters' questions, I understand that, but that one comment really, really pissed me off - it's obvious to anyone with half a brain where the word 'us' is inserted into that sentence to make sense; The Colbert Report ran that clip and mocked Snow for it.
Second, a republican pundit was talking to Wolf Blitzer on CNN, in regards to the Mark Foley incident. His assertion that the timing of the release of this information was very, very coincidental, something so damaging to a (the) republican(s) so close to some highly contested midterms. Now, I'll admit that it is a somewhat valid point, and the Democrats certainly shouldn't have sat on this information, if they had it, only to release it a highly fortuitous time. It's circumstantial, but I could understand a legitimate investigation being launched. However, the republican pundit wasn't saying it might have happened, he was saying that's what the Democrats did. Wolf asked him several times, quite directly, if he had any proof that that was the case. The pundit's response? "Do you have any proof that they didn't?" I mean, yeah! Fuck that whole "Innocent until proven guilty", "Burden of proof on the accuser" nonsense!
Third, voting. I take great umbrage at the oft-espoused idea that everyone should vote. I'm not even kidding. Now, to be clear, I certainly think everyone should be able to vote, after meeting a few basic qualifications - citizenship, age, that kind of thing. So yes, anyone can vote. However, I feel strongly that people should have at least some grasp of the issues before they vote. That's what bothers me about people who always vote along a certain party line. That, and people who impulse-vote - "Oh, I liked that guy's commercials!", that kind of thing. That's why I'm not voting in the midterms - I don't have any idea what's going on.
Finally, people assuming I'm a democrat for my constant ragging on Bush. I don't follow a party line - they're both essentially full of shit. Yes, I hate Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Snow, Rove... the whole lot of 'em. However, they're in charge, so they're the ones making the decisions, they're the obvious targets. The Daily Show went after Kerry for his comments concerning the troops and education. I mean, they didn't do the half-hour exposè about troops' education levels like Fox News did, but they did make a lot of fun of him, mocked him pretty thoroughly. So yeah.
Second topic: People at work.
Most of them are cool; well, that's not completely true - I don't interact with most of them, mainly just the ones that I stock grocery with. I also deal with the overnight GM and departmental folks during the pre-shift meeting, breaks, and various chatter.
Actually, I'm getting pretty tired, so I'm going to do the work rant later.
Also, new feature: Tags. There's a list on the right hand side, after the monthly archives, with links I've put on my posts. You can click on a link to see all posts with that link. Good stuff.
Amber G -- Why Can't You Just Be In Love With Me
2006-11-05
You wanna get mad, bitch, I don't give a damn
Let's see if I can't do some crazy updating.
I've worked at Walmart now for something like two weeks. It's actually three, but that first week contained only my NHO, so I tend not to count it. In any case, I've now had two full weeks (5 days each) of actual, full shifts (10 - ~8-ish). I feel like I've started to grow accustomed to the job, the routine, and can really begin looking at it with confidence.
The basic job itself is incredibly simple - we take freight out from the back on pallets, break the pallets apart onto carts, take the carts down the shelves and put the product on the shelves, then make the shelves look pretty. It's just... they rarely give us enough people - 3 or 4 when we need 6 or 7. Whatever, I don't mind staying later to finish up the job - I'm scheduled for 40 hours, so anything afterwards is time and a half. We're not supposed to get overtime, and make every effort to cut hours later in the week if we go over earlier.
That doesn't happen on the grocery side.
See, when they originally called me, they didn't really say much, just "overnight stocker." I learned during my NHO that there's the 'grocery' side, and the G(eneral) M(erchandise) side, and that I was going to be GM. A week later, when I finally go to have my first shift, they put me on grocery. I don't really care, personally, except that Matt's trying to get me moved to electronics, which would be a slight pay raise and play to my strengths.
Anyway.
I definitely like doing this over fast food. There are a number of advantages to this job over my previous ones (while still allowing it to be a menial, entry-level job). First and foremost, I'm not dealing with food. Well, that's not *entirely* true - I am, but it's in boxes and jars, and I'm just putting it on shelves, not dealing with it directly. So I'm not around food, and I don't despise the thought of cooking when I get home. Good all around, there. Not only that, but instead of cooking food, I'm moving around (sometimes heavy) boxes around all day, which is also nice. I come home pretty tired physically, which is nice as well, in a weird sort of way. I was dead sore the first day, but I've started taking really long, hot showers after work, and stretching out in the shower, and I haven't been sore since. Oh! I also don't have to deal with customers. Well, I kind of do. Obviously, what we're doing is directly for the customers, and we have to take that into consideration. During the first two hours of our shift or so, there's usually a decent number of people still in the store, so we have to work around them. And I get the occasional question about where specific items are located. But that's nothing compared to the level of customer interaction I had to deal with at Sonic and (especially) Domino's. The schedule is really nice too - Domino's was evening to late night, this is night to morning. I usually end up sleeping from 11-ish to 6-ish (highly variant, though). Also, they stop playing those annoying commercials around midnight and don't resume until 6-ish, so I don't have to put up with them for the vast majority of my shift. They also play much more recent, much better music. Still very few songs I like, but still moving in the right direction. Of course, it sucks when they resume normal music/commercials near the end of the shift, when I'm tired, ready to go home, and having management start throwing all these extra things at me. Anyway.
They also have a demo of Guitar Hero set up on a really nice tv and 5.1 stereo system in front of the book/magazine area, and I get to play that my entire lunch hour (2-3 am); additionally, I usually hang around for half an hour or so after work to unwind and play some more.
Of course, there are some bad things about the job as well. First and foremost, my coworkers. I mean, Matt's there, which is really cool. Apparently, and I didn't know this until my second shift, but Sara works there as well. Sara is FUCKING AWESOME. Super cute, super fun to hang out with... only thing is that she's a lesbian.
I should really clarify that last statement. I certainly have no issues with anybody based solely on their sexuality. It just sucks meeting a super awesome girl and finding out you already have no chance with her, ever. Period. We're still good friends and all, and I certainly treasure our friendship.
Anyway.
Back to our current topic: Coworkers, as a bad part of working at Walmart; the good exceptions.
Mindy apparently still works there as well, but her shift is something like 2-10 or something weird like that, which means I never have to deal with her, ever. Almost ever. Tangent: I saw her baby. He takes after his father.
Moving on. Those are the good coworkers. I don't much care for the majority of the rest; they're not really my peers. Janelle argues this point, saying that they are, by virtue of being my coworkers, my peers. Perhaps. But not my intellectual, social, educational, etc., peers. I couldn't hold the types of conversations that I used to have with Mike or Ray, for example, with them. A few of them really get on my nerves, too. Of course, that's somewhat mitigated by the fact that I don't really have to deal with them constantly, as I'm stocking an aisle by myself or whatever. But looking at it, I doubt I'll ever meet someone like Lilie or Leslie working there. It's not that I'm necessarily looking, but it's something that's crossed my mind.
Anyhoo.
I guess it's an okay job, all told. There've been a lot of college kids doing their shopping while I'm there, including cute girls in their jammies, which is nice. Of course, I have to sit there and listen to them have a ten minute conversation in which they express their disbelief of the sheer number of pop-tart varieties available. Sure, there are a bunch, but come on! Move on. Move! Go!
Lemme see. Ooh, new baby report:
Kristina Galpin: Boy
Christina Zarate: Unknown
Montana (Jarrod's little sister): Six months pregnant
C'mon, there's more to do in this town.
Anyway.
So I'm looking at what options I have for living in May. I could always renew here with Ambra, but I don't know what she's doing, if that's even on the table, much less viable. Moving on. David seems happy living on his own, and Jarrod seems happy in his current situation, so those two are basically out. I don't really want to live on my own. First, it's more expensive, and second, while I don't like a lot of social interaction, I need SOMETHING. When I was stuck in the apartment for three days with no vehicle and David was gone, I went NUTS. There isn't really anyone at work I think I'd be able to stand living with. I've talked briefly with Mom, and she'd have no problems with me moving back into my room, but I don't really want to do that. I talked to Lilie, and she's somewhat amenable to the idea, though Rose counter-proposed all three of us getting a place together. That's an idea that bears at least some consideration.
Most of the cons involved are present whether I'm living with just Lilie or both of them, so I'll start with those. First, they are in Austin, and want to remain there. I'm in San Marcos, and have no immediate desire to leave. I just started a new job here, and while it's not a great job by any stretch of the imagination, leaving it in May would have me there for seven to eight months. I prefer to stay at jobs a little longer than that, but I suppose that listing "Moved to Austin" as my reason for leaving would alleviate that a little. But yeah, I'd have to look for a new job, though I supposed I could attempt to transfer Walmarts? I mean, commuting is definitely not an option, not with my current form of transportation. Second, and almost equal with the first, is that they're both heavy smokers. I, of course, loathe smoking with every fiber of my being. I can't stand the sight of it, the smell of it, the thought of it, and especially the trash it leaves behind. I don't mind doing a pretty good share of chores, but that's not something I ever want to have to deal with. When I mentioned that to Lilie, she said something like "Well, we can always go outside" and referenced that she never smokes while she's here. The latter is true, but I feel somewhat irrelevant; the first, well, it doesn't sound like a workable idea. I don't like being a burden on people, causing them to make drastic changes on account of me. That's not something I've talked to Rose about at all. The third major thing is their cats. I don't want to live with cats, especially not in an apartment. They smell. They poop. They leave hair and poop and stuff in places that aren't their litterbox. None of those are issues that I particularly want to deal with.
The funny thing is that even with those three issues, they're still my top choice right now, just by process of elimination.
I mean, there are a few other things that I might have to deal with, most notably the history Lilie and I share, but that's something I'm basically over. I mean, her dating other guys, bringing them home for the night, having sexy phone conversations with them - all things I'm confident I can deal with.
The best part, though, is that I'd rarely have to sleep alone.
Tila Tequila -- Fuck Ya Man
I've worked at Walmart now for something like two weeks. It's actually three, but that first week contained only my NHO, so I tend not to count it. In any case, I've now had two full weeks (5 days each) of actual, full shifts (10 - ~8-ish). I feel like I've started to grow accustomed to the job, the routine, and can really begin looking at it with confidence.
The basic job itself is incredibly simple - we take freight out from the back on pallets, break the pallets apart onto carts, take the carts down the shelves and put the product on the shelves, then make the shelves look pretty. It's just... they rarely give us enough people - 3 or 4 when we need 6 or 7. Whatever, I don't mind staying later to finish up the job - I'm scheduled for 40 hours, so anything afterwards is time and a half. We're not supposed to get overtime, and make every effort to cut hours later in the week if we go over earlier.
That doesn't happen on the grocery side.
See, when they originally called me, they didn't really say much, just "overnight stocker." I learned during my NHO that there's the 'grocery' side, and the G(eneral) M(erchandise) side, and that I was going to be GM. A week later, when I finally go to have my first shift, they put me on grocery. I don't really care, personally, except that Matt's trying to get me moved to electronics, which would be a slight pay raise and play to my strengths.
Anyway.
I definitely like doing this over fast food. There are a number of advantages to this job over my previous ones (while still allowing it to be a menial, entry-level job). First and foremost, I'm not dealing with food. Well, that's not *entirely* true - I am, but it's in boxes and jars, and I'm just putting it on shelves, not dealing with it directly. So I'm not around food, and I don't despise the thought of cooking when I get home. Good all around, there. Not only that, but instead of cooking food, I'm moving around (sometimes heavy) boxes around all day, which is also nice. I come home pretty tired physically, which is nice as well, in a weird sort of way. I was dead sore the first day, but I've started taking really long, hot showers after work, and stretching out in the shower, and I haven't been sore since. Oh! I also don't have to deal with customers. Well, I kind of do. Obviously, what we're doing is directly for the customers, and we have to take that into consideration. During the first two hours of our shift or so, there's usually a decent number of people still in the store, so we have to work around them. And I get the occasional question about where specific items are located. But that's nothing compared to the level of customer interaction I had to deal with at Sonic and (especially) Domino's. The schedule is really nice too - Domino's was evening to late night, this is night to morning. I usually end up sleeping from 11-ish to 6-ish (highly variant, though). Also, they stop playing those annoying commercials around midnight and don't resume until 6-ish, so I don't have to put up with them for the vast majority of my shift. They also play much more recent, much better music. Still very few songs I like, but still moving in the right direction. Of course, it sucks when they resume normal music/commercials near the end of the shift, when I'm tired, ready to go home, and having management start throwing all these extra things at me. Anyway.
They also have a demo of Guitar Hero set up on a really nice tv and 5.1 stereo system in front of the book/magazine area, and I get to play that my entire lunch hour (2-3 am); additionally, I usually hang around for half an hour or so after work to unwind and play some more.
Of course, there are some bad things about the job as well. First and foremost, my coworkers. I mean, Matt's there, which is really cool. Apparently, and I didn't know this until my second shift, but Sara works there as well. Sara is FUCKING AWESOME. Super cute, super fun to hang out with... only thing is that she's a lesbian.
I should really clarify that last statement. I certainly have no issues with anybody based solely on their sexuality. It just sucks meeting a super awesome girl and finding out you already have no chance with her, ever. Period. We're still good friends and all, and I certainly treasure our friendship.
Anyway.
Back to our current topic: Coworkers, as a bad part of working at Walmart; the good exceptions.
Mindy apparently still works there as well, but her shift is something like 2-10 or something weird like that, which means I never have to deal with her, ever. Almost ever. Tangent: I saw her baby. He takes after his father.
Moving on. Those are the good coworkers. I don't much care for the majority of the rest; they're not really my peers. Janelle argues this point, saying that they are, by virtue of being my coworkers, my peers. Perhaps. But not my intellectual, social, educational, etc., peers. I couldn't hold the types of conversations that I used to have with Mike or Ray, for example, with them. A few of them really get on my nerves, too. Of course, that's somewhat mitigated by the fact that I don't really have to deal with them constantly, as I'm stocking an aisle by myself or whatever. But looking at it, I doubt I'll ever meet someone like Lilie or Leslie working there. It's not that I'm necessarily looking, but it's something that's crossed my mind.
Anyhoo.
I guess it's an okay job, all told. There've been a lot of college kids doing their shopping while I'm there, including cute girls in their jammies, which is nice. Of course, I have to sit there and listen to them have a ten minute conversation in which they express their disbelief of the sheer number of pop-tart varieties available. Sure, there are a bunch, but come on! Move on. Move! Go!
Lemme see. Ooh, new baby report:
Kristina Galpin: Boy
Christina Zarate: Unknown
Montana (Jarrod's little sister): Six months pregnant
C'mon, there's more to do in this town.
Anyway.
So I'm looking at what options I have for living in May. I could always renew here with Ambra, but I don't know what she's doing, if that's even on the table, much less viable. Moving on. David seems happy living on his own, and Jarrod seems happy in his current situation, so those two are basically out. I don't really want to live on my own. First, it's more expensive, and second, while I don't like a lot of social interaction, I need SOMETHING. When I was stuck in the apartment for three days with no vehicle and David was gone, I went NUTS. There isn't really anyone at work I think I'd be able to stand living with. I've talked briefly with Mom, and she'd have no problems with me moving back into my room, but I don't really want to do that. I talked to Lilie, and she's somewhat amenable to the idea, though Rose counter-proposed all three of us getting a place together. That's an idea that bears at least some consideration.
Most of the cons involved are present whether I'm living with just Lilie or both of them, so I'll start with those. First, they are in Austin, and want to remain there. I'm in San Marcos, and have no immediate desire to leave. I just started a new job here, and while it's not a great job by any stretch of the imagination, leaving it in May would have me there for seven to eight months. I prefer to stay at jobs a little longer than that, but I suppose that listing "Moved to Austin" as my reason for leaving would alleviate that a little. But yeah, I'd have to look for a new job, though I supposed I could attempt to transfer Walmarts? I mean, commuting is definitely not an option, not with my current form of transportation. Second, and almost equal with the first, is that they're both heavy smokers. I, of course, loathe smoking with every fiber of my being. I can't stand the sight of it, the smell of it, the thought of it, and especially the trash it leaves behind. I don't mind doing a pretty good share of chores, but that's not something I ever want to have to deal with. When I mentioned that to Lilie, she said something like "Well, we can always go outside" and referenced that she never smokes while she's here. The latter is true, but I feel somewhat irrelevant; the first, well, it doesn't sound like a workable idea. I don't like being a burden on people, causing them to make drastic changes on account of me. That's not something I've talked to Rose about at all. The third major thing is their cats. I don't want to live with cats, especially not in an apartment. They smell. They poop. They leave hair and poop and stuff in places that aren't their litterbox. None of those are issues that I particularly want to deal with.
The funny thing is that even with those three issues, they're still my top choice right now, just by process of elimination.
I mean, there are a few other things that I might have to deal with, most notably the history Lilie and I share, but that's something I'm basically over. I mean, her dating other guys, bringing them home for the night, having sexy phone conversations with them - all things I'm confident I can deal with.
The best part, though, is that I'd rarely have to sleep alone.
Tila Tequila -- Fuck Ya Man
