ikarit: (sulu/ being awesome)
( Apr. 20th, 2010 12:01 am)
I am an eternal procrastinator. I also sort of plan things out in my head in great detail and then I feel so much satisfaction from my plan that actually following through feels like it just wouldn't live up to my expectations. Like, for example, posting on my livejournal.

I can make really detailed excuses, too.

here's my life now )

And that's about half my life right now. Work and the diet!

This weekend, I'm going to South Carolina to do manual labor (ahahaha, my life's joy, a 13 hour drive to lift things for one day and then drive another 13 hours home, idek--more on that later?), so let's see if I can post again next week. This week? I have a list of things I have to do every day, and I don't think there's enough time to fit it all in. It's gonna be fun!
So I promised [livejournal.com profile] naatz a couple weeks ago that I would post something to my livejournal. There were accusations and dramatic statements ("If not for Delicious, I would've thought you were DEAD!"), and I was very intimidated. She refused to accept perfectly valid excuses ("I have nothing to post about! Follow me on Twitter or Facebook, I post there all the time!") and as usual with her, pushed me around until she got me to agree with her. (SO TRUE, I AM SO BULLIED.)

So Netta, I have posted! And am clearly not dead. ♥

Truthfully, it's not that I've been completely busy, although I have been a bit busier than usual. I'm still working at the credit union, still liking it quite a lot. Best part is that I like the job, I like my coworkers, and I like my boss. It's like the trifecta of a perfect job. I won't say it's what I want to do forever, but until I get a degree and find my dream job, it is definitely satisfactory!

Some parts of work have been a bit crazy, though. A couple months ago, I volunteered to be on the Relay For Life committee for our company and we're in the middle of planning and selling tickets for a chicken barbecue dinner. I'm the only one on the committee actually at the branch handling all the orders, so I'm kind of the go-to girl for everything as well as trying to keep things organized and hassle-free. I'm definitely not usually committee girl or volunteer girl even if I think it's a fantastic cause, but... well, it's a fantastic cause. We're going to have projects going on all year round, so hopefully we can keep up the momentum we've got going.

Other than that, hm. I had an epiphany the other day. I am a complete clothes horse. I don't know how it happened! I have a bunch of hoodies folded neatly on my floor because I have nowhere else to put them, and I am baffled as to where all these clothes came from. I keep telling people it's because I have my work clothes and then my casual, non-work clothes but since I usually don't bother to change when I come home from work, and I work five days a week, my mother is incredibly skeptical. She believes I need to get rid of about half of them, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I wear all of them! Well, most of them. At least half of them! And I spent money on all of them! I might wear them again someday! You never know when you might buy something that matches perfectly with something you bought three years ago but never wore because you didn't have anything to go with it.

...that happens a lot, actually. Hmm. Does anyone else buy something that you can't wear because you don't have anything to go with it because you think something at some point will go with it, and it'll be really cute? Anyone? I'm constantly grabbing things off clearance racks for that exact reason--if it's $4, why not buy it and then find something to go with it later?

That can't be just me.

It makes me kind of nostalgic. If I had been this obsessed with clothes back when I was in high school, I would've been a lot more popular. Oh, well!
Still liking my job. Last week, I overheard my new boss call me "awesome." It was a great feeling.

The full-time position at the branch closer to my house opened up for applications on Friday. I decided, after thinking it over this past weekend, that I'm not going to apply. Not only is it not likely that I'd get it because it was posted earlier than I thought it'd be, but even if it's full-time rather than part-time, it's not as good in the long run. It's only a receptionist position. Where I am now is technically a receptionist position, but I have more responsibilities and a higher chance of promotion later on.

Plus, my boss told me that she would not be at all surprised if it's a full-time position by the end of the summer. No guarantees, but that's okay. I keep saying that I want to take some business classes. If it's not full-time later, then I'll actually have the time to start taking them and no excuses not to. We'll see.

There is a very definite downside, though. If I'm not full-time soon, it will be quite a while before I can move out unless I find a roommate (unlikely). Ah, well. As my mom keeps telling me, it's better to stay home now and save.
I started a new job this week. It's still at the same credit union, but instead of being a teller, I'm a receptionist/new accounts support. Generally, the receptionists do not really do very many new accounts, since loan officers handle those, but the job is at a very small branch where there is one full-time loan officer, and one loan officer that is only there a couple days a week.

It's not so much a step up as it is a step sideways. Perhaps a bit up, but the pay is the same. I'll be getting about two or three more hours a week on average, but that was luck. When I applied, I was told it would be almost ten hours less than I was getting, but it was what I really wanted to do, and a good opportunity to get my foot in the door on that aspect. I was actually the only one who applied for the job. Not sure if it's because it's in a really out-of-the-way office or because it was advertised as only three days a week.

I'm also putting my hopes on something else... I already know a full-time receptionist position is opening up this summer. I know that every part-time teller is going to be applying for it in hopes of getting a full-time spot, but since I am the most recently hired employee who would be vying for the job, there was almost no chance I'd get it. I don't have the experience that every other single person working at the credit union has. Working as a part-time receptionist, though, gives me an edge. So I'm hoping for that!

I was completely terrified over the weekend, worried (as usual), I'd made a mistake in applying. I really loved the people I was working with before, and basically I'd just settled in there. But it's going well. It's a lot easier than teller training was, which is a surprise. I made it halfway through the first week of teller training before I came home and cried hysterically to my mother. Compared to that, this is wonderful.

It's... good. Certainly difficult, since I have to learn about CD rates and loan rates and mortgage information. I already know the basics, but nowhere near enough to be able to answer the in-depth questions I need to be able to explain in detail. But I'm learning fairly quickly, and I'll learn the rest! I need to start going to sleep a bit earlier when I'm in training though. I'm working 9 to 5 this week and next, and going to bed at my regular time of 12:30 is killing me.

Also, I joined Twitter earlier in the week. You can find me as ikarit. I will slowly be adding as many of you as I can!
I am still a little bit worked up, and my mind just keeps jumping around like I swallowed a bunch of caffeine pills. I don't really think I'm making that much sense.

Today was a boring day at work that ended with a shock. I know I haven't posted in a while, so, in case anyone (probably everyone) forgot, I'm working at a local credit union now as a teller. Started at the branch two minutes away from my house and I worked there for eight months, and then a month ago, they transferred me. They gave me two choices about where I would go, but it still sucked.

And then today. Am so, so glad I had the choice about which branch to transfer to, because the branch I didn't choose? Got robbed this afternoon.

I freaked out a little from the robbery, and then it occurred to me that I might have been there, and freaked out some more. Of course everyone is incredibly upset.

This is the fourth or fifth robbery locally just within the past few months, but it's the first one at any of our branches and I guess I just had a mentality where I thought it wouldn't actually happen to us. Rather silly, especially because there was an incident with a gun in another one of our branches a couple months ago.

It turned out to be a BB gun and not a real one, but still scary. Incredibly scary for me, because my mom also works at the same credit union as a teller, and that happened at her branch. I was incredibly proud of her at the time, because she was the teller who kept calm while a man waved around what everyone thought was a gun and called the cops.

I'm not too incredibly worried for myself, because my branch is, for a bunch of reasons, an unlikely target. But Mom's branch is probably the next obvious target after the branch that got robbed today, and I think the thought of Mom getting robbed is about five times more terrifying than if it were me.

Not the best ending to a day ever.
I think the most satisfying part of work is that I can be my own little whirlwind of activity, with cars lined up in the drive-thru, counting money, bundling money, juggling deposits and withdrawals, everything just strewn across the counter--just basically insanely and crazily busy--and then at the end of the day, still come up balanced to the penny.

It's a really satisfying feeling, and makes all the frustration worthwhile.

The fair was this week. I didn't manage to get out there until Thursday, but that was okay. I honestly haven't been to the fair since either high school or middle school. L and I escorted her five year old nephew around and it was a lot of fun. I forgot how much fun the fair is.

Also how good the food is. Gimme hot dogs, fries and elephant ears over fancy stuff any day. I got home and was so full I thought I'd puke. I love fair food.

L wanted to go to watch the horse races. I saw two of them and was so bored I could not wait to go back out and check out everything else. Horse racing is okay when it gets exciting, like a real race to the finish, but I just don't see the point most of the time.

Next weekend is what I'm really looking forward to. I'm going to the Renaissance Festival! I've never been to one before, and I think it's going to be great. I have been waiting for this all summer! It's pretty much the only vacation I'm getting, and I don't think it technically counts if it's on a weekend and not even in a different state, and in fact, less than a two hour drive, and only for one day! But it's still the only one I'm getting, so I'm calling it a vacation anyway.
ikarit: (doctorrose/ the stuff of legends)
( Aug. 5th, 2008 05:53 pm)
So. I love my job. Okay, it is stressful and frustrating and I feel stupid when I make mistakes, but the new branch? Is wonderful. I really, really love it. In fact, I meant to post about how much I love it earlier, but I got distracted by my social life and... my job.

I have been in a good mood pretty much since I started a week ago. I was absolutely terrified I'd hate it, or be miserable, or wish like heck I'd never taken the job, but it's worked out amazingly.

My friend L told me way back when I took the job and was so worried I wouldn't like it as much, that just because I liked the job that I had didn't mean that I wouldn't like the new job just as much. So she knew what she was talking about.

In conclusion... yay!
It's kind of weird having a social life. In a good way. Still, weird. But despite the stress of a new job, which in the past would have me on the edge of a nervous breakdown and sent me rocketing into my room and remaining there for the next three months, I feel like doing stuff with people almost all the time. And more than wanting to, I'm actually doing it.

It doesn't help with the stress at all, but it's nice. Yesterday was my day off before finally starting at my new branch where I'll be working for... forever, hopefully, and I spent it out shopping with my friends, and making plans to go golfing with my friend K, her husband, and a couple other friends for K's birthday in two weeks.

Golfing. Seriously. But it'll probably be fun. I'll suck at it, but I don't mind that. And last weekend, I went to a baseball game. It was... nice. There were hot dogs. I'd have liked it better if the local team hadn't sucked so badly. And we hadn't been staring directly into the blinding sunlight, augh.

I'm not a completely new person or anything. Since I spent all of yesterday afternoon shopping and not hiding in my room like a turtle, I was pretty bitchy last night. I couldn't help snapping at people, and then of course I felt horrible, so I had to apologize more than once. But it's still better than being a turtle.

Today's gonna go fine, though. I feel pretty calm this morning. It's not like I thought it would go badly, but I just... get stressed. I think everyone does right before starting a new job. I've been in training for a week, but it was at another branch. My trainer was very nice, and my age, but she was pretty much the worst teacher possible for me. I mentioned that last week and said I might explain it a bit more, but I don't think I will. It just really doesn't matter at this point. I'm past it, and I did eventually learn everything, so I'm moving on.

I've got about an hour before I have to leave, and all I have left to do is pack something to eat for my break. That leaves like, fifty-five minutes for me to keep on relaxing. Maybe I'll go read on the porch for a bit.
Wow. Busy week for me! And it's still not over... I have tomorrow morning to work, still!

I was already working every day this week, because the head teller is on vacation, so it was extra hectic when I decided to apply to a job on Monday at a credit union in town because there'd be higher pay and more hours.

I squeezed in an interview on Tuesday, lucked out into taking their test online at home because it's the credit union my mom works at (otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to go in until next week), and found out this afternoon on my lunch break that I'd gotten the job.

Dad and I figured it out to be that at the very least, I will be making $440 more a month. At the very least. Possibly more. I love the bank I'm at, I really do. I'm finally starting to feel comfortable in the job, and I love my coworkers, and I have fun. But it's not enough money, and I hate that I have to work at Penney's to supplement my income. I couldn't afford not to apply, and I couldn't afford not to take the job.

It happened very fast, though. They didn't advertise the job, I only found out because, like I said, my mom is a teller there. She called me 40 minutes after the job got posted, and an hour later, I had an interview squeezed in before work the next day at 8:30.

And as a friend pointed out, just because I love where I'm at doesn't mean that I won't love it there too. So I'm... happy. Not just about the money, but because it's a great opportunity, and there's more room for advancement, and I honestly like their system better. If I had to choose between the two places to bank at, I'd choose the credit union. So there's that.

I'm nervous, but... excited. And I get to quit JCPenney! Yay! Thank god, really. My tentative start date is July 14th, depending on when they can start my training. My last day at Penney's will be the 11th, and my last day at the bank will be the 12th (might as well work that Saturday, give one of the other girls the day off...).

Big breath. Another change. Augh, I'm going to start stressing all over again. Just when I thought I was over the hurdle, I decide to jump a new one!
I doubt anyone remembers the asbestos incident at Penney's I posted about back in November, and I know I haven't posted about the other crappy things that happen there on a regular basis, but today is just another example of exactly how badly we need JCPenney to admit we need a new store building.

Giant holes in the ceiling and the elevators breaking down constantly (at least the freight elevator and the service elevator never break down at the same time--oh god, I've just jinxed it) are nothing compared to having our air conditioner stop working yesterday.

It's 84 degrees Fahrenheit downstairs and 89 degrees upstairs, and that's... livable (albeit miserable) except if you're in Replenishment like I am and your job consists of manual labor that's sweaty, tiring work even in air conditioning. I thought I was going to die. We lasted two hours before management told us we could go home because it was ridiculous to make us work in those conditions. When I left, the discussion was whether they'd even be able to open the store today.

I took a step outside, where it was not nearly as hot and windy to boot, and it was like heaven. Ahhh. I like heat, okay? I really like it. I don't use air conditioning in my car when I go anywhere, I'm fine with heat. But not if there's no AIR.

They're saying it might take three weeks to fix. Three weeks. In June. With no air conditioning and incredible humidity and thunderstorms. People are going to come in wet and it's NOT GOING TO EVAPORATE. Oh my god. It'll be hell.

And I'm going to be doing manual labor in it. Please kill me now.

To think, I'm going to be one of the lucky ones. I only work five hours a day twice a week!
Well, last week was bad. I was sick and my laptop never worked (I ended up returning the damn thing after I spent five hours over a period of two days talking to four different customer support technicians and they finally told me they couldn't fix the thing and to just return it, and a few emails with Amazon.com support later, I was told they didn't feel I should have it replaced and to just return it (which was really just them politely refusing to replace it because they didn't feel it was their problem), I had to pay $23 to ship it back, man, was I ever frustrated), and my desktop is messed up TOO, and a few other things that are minor in the long run but on top of everything else, really didn't help at all. By Friday, I was sick (again) and I went into work at JCPenney anyway because I'd called off on Monday and was there about two and a half hours before I couldn't take it anymore, went home to check to make sure they'd gotten my schedule right for THIS week (long story, it got switched around because of stuff at the bank) and found out that I wasn't scheduled to work that Friday ANYWAY. I'd gone into work sick when I wasn't even supposed to be working! And no one told me, and they made me jump through hoops when I wanted to go home sick! I was... so exhausted and miserable and probably the slightest thing would've set me into a sobbing fit by that point.

I'm really not joking. Just... stress. I was fine before, but even if I like the new job it's still stressful, and I'm still learning and it didn't take much to push me over. I'm still probably a crying jag waiting to happen, because this week is starting out worse than last week. After that bad week, I went to work at the bank Saturday morning, and then had the rest of the day to unwind from everything.

Saturday night (it was 2am, so technically Sunday), I was lying awake in bed because... well, I tend to do that. Insomniac and all. So, lying awake and my mom walks in to say my dad's really sick and in agonizing pain and she's rushing him to the emergency room. It being 2am and me not being really awake, I kinda agreed and once she was gone kinda freaked... It's good I didn't actually panic before they'd left, because I found out later Mom was barely holding it together.

Spent four or five hours in the hospital Sunday afternoon, during which Dad got a couple more tests done and we were told nothing except that it wasn't a heart attack before he got let go. Then yesterday, we found out that it was his gall bladder and he'd need surgery most probably, and I spent the afternoon (I was at work in the morning) driving him FROM and then back TO the hospital and running errands and then my grandparents came home from Florida, so two hours visiting.

And then sometime around 6:20 this morning, Mom woke me up to tell me that Dad was having another attack, and it was another trip to the emergency room, and then about two hours ago, I got a call saying he has to have surgery today, sometime between noon and 3, to have his gall bladder removed, so we'll see how that goes.

I've really got to take a shower so I'll be ready to go up there and wait when Mom calls to tell me when he's having the surgery exactly, but I feel like crap. My head is killing me.

Today's my day off. I was going to use it to do laundry and go shopping--Mom's birthday is tomorrow, and she really deserves a fantastic present, plus I have a good friend's college graduation party this Saturday and I need a present for that too. No more days off. The end of this week isn't looking too great either. Not sure how Dad's recovery time is going to be, or even how long he'll be in the hospital since we won't know until after he's had the surgery.

It's just... long two weeks, I'm betting. Very long. And so very stressful. And sometime as soon as possible I have to call Brian and get that information I still need to fix my desktop, which really needs fixing now that the laptop is gone. My head hurts. A lot.

Edit: Naturally, the minute I post this is the minute I get the phone call from Mom to say that Dad's just going into surgery and I have to get up there as soon as possible. Augh. Still no shower.
Today was my first day as a teller. I started orientation on Tuesday, but today I actually started training. It was... kind of a relief. Orientation was boring, of course, but it was also incredibly overwhelming. There's so much to learn, and they weren't really explaining much. Just going over generalities. And using lots of acronyms I'd never heard before. And even if they'd told me what the acronyms stood for, I'd still have been lost so mostly I just went around really confused.

Today was better. There's still such a massive amount of things to learn, but actually seeing things done and getting an idea of how things flow helped a lot. I never doubted I could learn it--well, maybe a little, but now I can breathe a bit easier. Yes, it'll be hard and I'll be lost for a while, but my trainer is really great and she's explaining everything, and it's manageable. It's all manageable. This is great!

So, two weeks of training (not in the branch I'll be working at) and then start working at my bank branch on the 27th. Penney's gave me three weeks off, not sure when I'm going to be put back on the schedule.

Really, I feel so hugely relieved. I've been stressed, obviously, starting a new job is always stressful. And I was a little worried I'd signed up for something that would be really stressful and that in the end, I would hate doing. But I think I'll like it. So... obviously, the stress isn't going to go away, but the worry is absolutely gone. I'm going to like it, it's going to be hard but not overwhelming. I can do it.

So yay!
I got the job. I can't believe I got the job. I really, really wasn't expecting to get the job. In part because if I'd thought I'd get the job, I likely wouldn't have been able to convince myself to apply so I very pointedly thought I wouldn't get the job, but also in part because I didn't think I'd get the job.

I didn't think I was incapable or unqualified or anything, because seriously, it's just a part-time bank teller job. I just didn't think I'd get it. But I did.

Huh. Well. I'm not entirely sure what to think about this, but my immediate reaction was excitement, so I'm going to go with that. Pretty soon, I'm going to start getting nervous as all hell, but until then, I'm going to be excited.

I got the job!
ikarit: (doctor/ *chin rub*)
( Feb. 12th, 2008 05:43 pm)
And naturally, having complained repeatedly about my tedious life, I'm now (figuratively) biting my nails. Mom showed me a want ad for a part-time bank teller last week, and I talked myself into applying. And what do you know, but today I set up an interview for Thursday.

Nerve-wracking! I can't stop thinking about the things I'm going to have to consider. It's only 16 hours a week, so I'll have to stay at Penney's part-time too, just less hours and likely I won't be able to keep doing replenishment and will have to go back to working customer service. I hate customer service, but I like money, so I will just have to suck it up. Being a bank teller is customer service anyway, so I will definitely be sucking it up all around. And maybe I'll be able to stay on replenishment, I don't know.

I'm trying to concentrate on not getting ahead of myself and having no luck. I have no experience in banking, so I'm really kind of doubtful that I'll get hired. Once I have repeated that enough, I will certainly stop obsessing.

In a really small part of my mind, I'm incredibly disappointed that I might have to switch departments at Penney's just as I've really made friends with my coworkers, especially N, who is my age and has a lot in common with me. I hope I can stay on replenishment, I really do, because gossiping with her about cute guys and annoying coworkers is the best part of working there!
Well, so far, mine has been... eventful. All around eventful! I got up to go to work as usual yesterday, and it was a pretty normal day until just after 11, when I smashed a finger against the corner of a metal bar (a clothing rack, actually) and promptly passed out about a minute later. Probably the most embarrassing episode yet. I think the last time I fainted was sometime in 2005 (I passed out twice that year).

This is the third time I've fainted due to pain and the sixth time total. I'd forgotten how much smashing your finger hurts, and the fact that I couldn't scream, curse or cry did not help. Clearly, the next time I stub my toe and scream, I will have to inform my mother that the screaming is for health reasons. I've never fainted when I can wail about it. Anyway, I woke up to about... oh, I'm guessing at least fifteen customers plus three or four coworkers standing around me. Horribly, desperately embarrassing. Not sure how long I was out, but long enough for someone to have run to a nearby pretzel shop and get me a cup of ice water. They handed it to me when I woke up. And naturally, because customers are incredibly curious, none of them left, and I couldn't very well get up. I must've lain there for ten minutes with a crowd around me. And I had to talk three or four people out of calling the EMTs.

It wasn't even a day I wanted to go home early. I was hoping to finish some extra work since Fridays are usually a slow day (for my job, not for the store), but instead I'll likely have a lot more extra work next week. Shit. But I got shuffled out the emergency exit without even being allowed to grab my coat--I had my purse already and my manager drove me home. I carry glucose tablets in it, so I asked one of the watching coworkers to run and get it right after I woke up.

Next eventful thing was actually a good outcome from the fainting! I got home around 11:40 and got on MSN, something I usually don't do until after work, and it turns out my friend L had been trying to get in contact with me! I was planning on visiting her this weekend, but she wanted to know if I could come up yesterday instead of today, because if I came today I would've had to go to a hockey game. I didn't want to go to a hockey game, so I went up last night (obviously, I was fine by then) and came back earlier today. Fun!

And final eventful thing was actually about work again. Sometime last night, J. C. Penney got a bomb threat. Wow. I can't wait until they find the jackass who did that and arrest them. Every once in a while, they get bomb threats for one or the other of the college campuses in my town, but the mall is new.

Oh, and I forgot the best part. On the drive up to visit L (she goes to college at Bowling Green, which is like... an hour away or so), I noticed my butt hurt. See, when I fainted a bunch of people were going on about how I hit my head on the bottom of a metal rack but my head didn't hurt at all and there was only a little mark. It turns out that I might've hit my head a little, but my ass definitely broke my fall. I figured it was one of those bruises that you can't see, since it's my butt and it's... I dunno, all fatty! But no, I looked (out of curiosity) this afternoon, and I have a really awful looking bruise. It's like... bloody purple-red, and vivid. Kind of impressively ugly, and I'm not even sure how hard I must have landed to make it that bad.

So that's me so far. Humiliation, a fun visit with an awesome friend, a bomb threat, and an ugly bruised ass. Kind of... yeah, I'm going to stick with eventful. I'm hoping tomorrow will be very dull.
The job is still going good! Despite all my unwavering skepticism, one really does get used to getting up at 5am. It's completely and utterly weird. But one does get used to it! I long for weekends like mad, and last night I went to bed at 8pm--8pm! Really!--but I must admit my dad wasn't lying.

He also told me that you really know you're used to it when you start waking up early even when you don't need to be up. I told him he was full of shit, and then promptly woke up at 6am on a Sunday and couldn't get back to sleep. Augh.

Life is, overall, very good. Except I possibly breathed in asbestos at work yesterday. Part of the ceiling caved in beside me! I got lucky--it landed on the girl across the counter from me.

None of the metal bits fell until everyone was well away, so she just got hit by a (probably asbestos-laced) ceiling tile. I'm not sure if she'd have rather had the metal bits... the look of asbestos-induced terror on her face was comical (although when I realized that I'd probably breathed that shit in, the look of horror on my face was probably pretty comical too), but at least she wasn't physically injured. There was just a whole lot of washing. With soap. Lots of soap. Hand soap, in the employee restroom! She got to go home early, too. I almost wished I got hit with asbestos tile.

If we're lucky, there wasn't any asbestos at all! Except there probably was. The same thing happened in the Men's department a year ago, and they had to get rid of tons of asbestos-covered clothes. That's really the point where they should have looked into getting a new building.

Asbestos or no asbestos, the giant hole in the ceiling is so awesome.
It's the second day in a row I've had to get up at 4am (which despite only being an hour earlier, is so, so much worse than the usual 5am), and I just ran out of cappuccino.

Today sucks so hard.

...though the new job isn't awful.
Sometimes I hate my family dynamics. I mean, really hate them. Sometimes it's cute when they forget to tell me things, or assume I know about them. I spend 90% of my free time sequestered in my bedroom. How am I supposed to know about anything unless they tell me?

Dad came home from work today and casually mentioned that Mom had a half-day tomorrow because she was going to our next door neighbor's funeral tomorrow. A close family friend who we all love. Then he realized from my reaction, that perhaps they'd forgotten to tell me she'd died yesterday morning. And then in the ensuing shocked silence, he endeavored to apologize and explain what'd been going on, and that's when I found out they'd also forgotten to tell me that she'd been dying of a perforated stomach for the past two months.

It's just, god. It's awful, horrible news that'd make me bawl my eyes out anyway, and to have it shoved on me out of the blue? I should've known! I would have visited her, I would have done something! I'd been wondering why I hadn't seen her around, but I thought I was just missing her! And I've been treating her husband perfectly normally, waving to him cheerfully whenever I see him. Fuck, I think I saw him yesterday. He must've thought horribly of me.

Now I have to go in to work tonight for my second overnight with red eyes and a huge migraine. I don't get off until 5am, and then I'm going to get up early--probably 10 or 11 tomorrow morning, get ready and ride an hour and a half for her funeral. And then come home, go to bed and get up at 5am for my first official shift in my new job on Wednesday. At least work tonight won't be awful, it's the kind of focused but almost mindless work that's amazingly distracting. No customers to be calm and collected for, either. And it's not like I would be able to sleep anyway.
I am so, so excited. Today out of nowhere, the store manager and my department manager asked if I wanted to work for the Replenishment team. My response was, I'm fairly sure, "I'd love that!" Possibly there was squealing, because I know they looked a little taken aback.

I couldn't help it! I've always, even when I worked at Penney's two year ago, wanted to work for Replenishment. It's what it's called, replenishing what's on the shelves and putting out new merchandise. It means I will rarely deal with customers, spending a lot of time in the stockroom (I love the stockroom!), and pretty much working on my own. The only other place I'd rather would be on the Visual team, and they put up the displays and make things look pretty. Overall, it's a similar job, but possibly kind of awkward because the Visual manager is my ex-boyfriend's mother. So. Replenishment is my first choice!

I guess they really, really needed someone for Replenishment, because I'm starting immediately. Tomorrow is my last day in Women's, and then they found people to cover all my shifts next week. I agreed to work overnight this Sunday night and then again on Monday night (7pm - 5am on Sunday, 9:30pm to 7am Monday), and then regular shifts after that, which is earlier than I'm used to. They come in two or three hours before opening, so it's usually 7am. It'll be even earlier as hours change closer to Christmas. Gah! The early mornings will kill me, but I got used to going in at 9:45 for Women's, so I will learn to deal! Still... we're opening at 4am the day after Thanksgiving, so if I work that day... I think I'll have to come in at 1 or 2am! Wow, that will suck so much.

But even still, I can't stop bouncing!
ikarit: (ryantaylor/ kiss)
( Oct. 14th, 2007 05:35 pm)
My poor brother Jimmy is sick yet again. My family is a healthy, hearty sort of family--we get sick, but never badly, and always rarely--except for Jimmy. Once or twice a year, he will wake up (generally in the middle of the night, or so it seems) violently ill of some sort. It usually doesn't last long, but it's always pretty bad. It seemed like last week was his normal sort of illness, with a high fever and a sore throat. There was a diagnosis of tonsillitis and giant horse pills, forced absences from school and a missed soccer game, and it seemed like it was time to move on.

Then he woke up with a high fever and a sore throat again this morning, and it seems like it was never really gone in the first place! So he and Mom spent this afternoon at the ambulatory care center in the next town over. Mono tests came back negative, but the doctor says he still might have it. So he's definitely not allowed to go to school tomorrow, and if he's not better by Tuesday, he'll have to go back in for more tests. Poor Jim! He doesn't mind missing school, but he hates being sick and he's too social to enjoy missing more than one or two days. This will be the third day in two weeks, and there's the possibility he'll miss another soccer game. Missing the soccer game will kill him. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that he'll get better, no that it's not mono! I'm sure it's not, he always bounces back.

Other than Jimmy, life is pretty good. I feel idiotic because I forgot to clock back in to work yesterday after my lunch break, so instead of working seven hours, it only recorded three. My boss says it won't be a pain to sort out, but I'm frustrated with myself. We got a new system a few weeks ago, and now we clock in at the registers. This is the second time I've forgotten since the system changed! It just happens that I see customers waiting by the register and my mind immediately jumps to checking them out rather than clocking in, and I think that says more about my work ethic than my forgetfulness.

Plus, I'm just plain bitter about the new system. It really sucks.

I also just applied for a supervisor position that opened up. I won't get the job, I'm absolutely sure I won't get the job, but as I've been told again and again, it's better to try and to fail than not to try. I'd really like to work in a different department, like Home or Replenishment or Display, but being the Women's supervisor would be nice. They do a lot of replenishment anyway. Still, I won't get the job so it really doesn't matter.

I've gotten better about acting cheery and smiling when I'm feeling bland. I just really hate when a customer comes up and teases me like "it can't be all that bad!" Dude, shut the fuck up. I'm tired and now I'm bitchy. It's harder to smile when I'm bitchy than when I'm just bland. But it's now a skill at which I am becoming fairly good.

At first when I started working again, I felt kind of apathetic about the whole thing. It was easy training. I got paid for nine hours of watching videos on things I already knew! Register training doesn't go any faster if you know what you're doing--well, maybe a little, but the cd training does not. So I got paid to sit around and not pay attention. Once I started working... then the hate started. I dreaded coming to work so much, I regretted applying there again, I wished with all my heart I hadn't cancelled my interview at Kohl's, and I'd scheduled that interview with Macy's. But a few weeks later, once I'd gotten used to Penney's again, I... remembered why there had been a time that I did love working there. And now I almost--almost--look forward to going into work. Almost! I don't mind it very much, anyway. I've got lots of cute new outfits to wear, I put on makeup most of the time, and I've taken to painting my fingernails bright colors.

I get lots of compliments on my nails. Originally, it would've probably lasted a week, but then a customer said how great my nails looked, and so when the paint started to chip, I put on a new color rather than just removing it. I've kept getting compliments (one lady even delightedly kept track of the colors!), so they keep getting painted. I'll do anything for a compliment.
So... in my last entry, which was in July, I said I'd post soon-ish. That... did not happen. Obviously. I wanted to post vacation pictures, but none of them turned out, and I didn't have anything else to post about, so I put off posting and put off posting, until suddenly it's been three months!

This is not a new trend. In May, I decided I needed to wash and wax my car. I ended up doing it two days ago, and only because I found out it was absolutely going to be cold the next day and I wasn't sure it would warm up again. I am a procrastinator of the worst kind. Or maybe just normal, I'm not sure.

I did manage to stop procrastinating about work! I ended up back at J.C.Penney's, since the new manager there saw in my application that I'd worked there before, and called me immediately to schedule an interview. I actually think he planned to hire me the second he saw my application, but in the end it just meant that by the time I got any calls from all the other places I'd applied to, I was already started at Penney's again. Fail for me, except it meant that I was really impressively good at my job right away! On my thirty day evaluation, I was told I took on a "leadership role" when a bunch of people quit or were fired and there was manic panic taking place among coworkers to do the job with not enough people.

I'm just that awesome, although the whole leadership thing came as a surprise to me personally. I do admit I'm a whole hell of a lot better at the job now than I was two years ago. Plus, I'm getting paid a lot more since I'm a re-hire, the minimum wage has gone up, and we're so short on people that I'm very close to working full time. I'm just glad I'll have health insurance starting January, which is new for part-time help. I'm not complaining!

I'm not sure when, but working again has made one thing clear. Eventually, I am going back to school unless something drastic happens. I cannot possibly do retail work for the rest of my life. I can be a positive person, and I work hard, but when I'm tired (and I'm tired a lot, since my preferred shift is the day shift) I look tired. When I'm grumpy, I look grumpy. And I don't automatically keep a smile on my face, I just generally look bland. All of these things are bad for retail work, and it leads to customers and coworkers teasing me. The more obvious reason I don't want to work retail forever is of course, I hate retail. Who doesn't?

Still, aside from not naturally being a cheery, upbeat person, I am shockingly good at my job. That's a nice feeling. And it made me realize that probably part of the reason that I felt vacation wasn't as nice as it should of been was that for the past year, I'd already been on a vacation. If I were to have a week off now and go to Punta Cana, it'd be a dream. Work makes vacation much nicer. Case in point, I asked off Friday and Saturday to go to Columbus and shop and have fun with friends, and it was that much more awesome.

On the other hand, one of the many reasons I did not want to go back to work at a department store, or any other store that sells clothes, is that I become a clothes horse and cannot stop myself from buying cute things. I think about half my paycheck goes to buying cute outfits now. This is bad because my closet is very very small, and oh yeah, I'm very poor. At this rate, I will never make enough money to move out.

Hm. You know, I think posting might've been a bad idea if I was just going to ramble on and on. I don't think anyone even read my livejournal when I did update, much less now that I'm back after vanishing for ages and ages!
It figures. Almost my entire life since the age of five, I've wanted long hair. I've gotten it a few times, but always ended up having to have it cut for one reason or another. Most recently, because it was just too damaged, and it looked fairly bad. Split ends everywhere! So I cut it short in order to grow it back healthy.

And now it's long again, after two years of almost obsessive trims every six weeks. Not long-long, but reaching the end of medium length and verging into long.

And I hate it. I really, really hate it. It's driving me nuts! It gets in my way, it takes forever to dry, I have to use product to get it to look good, and worst of all, I still have some split ends. I'm wearing my hair in a ponytail about fifty percent of the time just because it drives me crazy otherwise and the only reason it's not more than that is because I absolutely despise wearing my hair in a ponytail! From five years old to nearly twenty-three, and my goals are all wrong. I'm so lost.

I'm getting it cut to chin length at the most, probably tomorrow or the day after.

Oh, and in other (possibly) more important news, I found a job. A good job! I'll be starting at the end of April or the beginning of May, depending on when things calm down enough for them to have enough time to train me. It's at a privately owned computer shop, where they do both repair and web design. I'll be one of (at the moment), three people taking orders, dealing with the billing, and best of all, ordering around the computer techs!

No, seriously. Apparently Maggie, my boss, believes computer techs and guys and especially guy computer techs, are scatterbrained and need people to order them to do things like fill out paperwork properly. So it's actually part of my job description. This makes me gleeful.
ikarit: (sam/ totally unique)
( Aug. 24th, 2006 05:18 pm)
I haven't been on a walk since Saturday and I think I'm going out of my mind. It's just weird. I'm a wimp, and I just wasn't willing to face the prospect of dealing the sores that would inevitably result from walking with blisters. I think today's the day to start walking again, though, since I've discovered the answer to the question I haven't been able to stop thinking about: what happens if you don't pop a blister? Apparently, you end up with a really thick layer of dead skin. It's a toss-up as to whether it's weird or gross. It might even be both weird and gross!

I really, really need a job. Unfortunately for me, I don't know of a job I could both do and would enjoy doing, much less one that I could actually get hired for. I'm running out of money, and considering that I'm a compulsive shopper and there's all these sales at department stores going on and I've just discovered my obsessive love of skirts when I don't (didn't) own any... I really need to earn some money, because even if I've got three credit cards now, I will eventually have to pay them all off. Without money, that will be somewhat difficult and I hate hate hate debt. I really hate it. Student loans are driving me bonkers. Plus, I need gas money for when school starts. I'll have a twenty minute drive to school every day and a twenty minute drive back, and that'll use up a whole lotta gas.

About two years ago, I posted a whole shitload of quotes. I'd say a couple hundred, maybe more. Since then, I've been sporadically adding any new ones I find, and that's getting a bit tiresome. I've decided instead of doing that (because it's not like anyone but me will ever see them anyway, and I wouldn't have posted them if I didn't want people to see them--I've got my own file for myself), I'll just post them in new entries. It won't be often, generally I could go anywhere from one to six months between adding quotes in the old entry, but maybe I'll do it more if I'm posting new entries. An entry with ten random quotes would be a bit much, so maybe I'll try to do a post every time I hit around five quotes.

They're from various sources--I actually went through quote dictionaries when I was younger, but now most of them come from fics or webpages. Whenever I find one that catches my attention, I add it to my file. It's... a really, really big file by now. Anyone who wants to see the old post can check it out here or I have it tagged under "quotes" and as the first entry in my memories under "Misc."
Work sucks. I know, it seems like a given because retail at Christmas, but really. Work sucks.

To distract myself from the absolute hell I have willingly condemned myself to for no intelligent reason I can fathom, I've bought books! And rented movies! And have now watched movies and read books. Most of this took place this afternoon when Brian was trying (and mostly failing) to install a new wireless router so he wouldn't have to jack someone's ethernet cable whenever he wanted to use his laptop.

This is all a long, drawn-out way to say that after a very successful job of avoiding the tv series, I caved and rented Serenity. It doesn't really need to be said that I loved it, but I guess I might as well say it.

I loved it. I cannot even explain how much I love Mal, except to say that I love Mal. Mal is awesome. River is awesome, too. Simon is so anal it makes me laugh, and hello? Brotherly love! I cannot resist cuddly sibling relationships. Everyone else... I don't know how to spell their names. Except Jayne, but I don't really have anything to say about him except that he amuses me with his grenades.

I think I'm going to have to buy the movie whenever I get the chance. I also want to watch it on a decent screen--my tv is static-y and the color is really off. I'd like to actually be able to see what's going on.
On Friday morning, I went to the chiropractor again. It helped, but really not very much at all. I started to get worried that my plans to have my neck and back fixed before I go back to school in three weeks was... hopeless.

Then on Saturday morning, I had an orthopedic massage and I haven't been so pain-free since... I can't remember when. Oh, it still hurts a bit, but it's really nothing compared to how it was. The masseuse said that the left side of my torso was shorter than my right--my left shoulder lower than my right and my left leg shorter than my right. She said that sometimes when you damage a part of your body, it tries to compensate. The muscles on my left side weakened and tightened up while my right side got stronger to make up for it. That also explains why my left hip has slowly started to ache so badly. It was slowly being pushed out of place with the tightening of all the muscles on that side. I wasn't surprised, I'd had a sneaking feeling that my shoulders were uneven, and my legs too. I just didn't know exactly why or how to go about fixing it. I'm going to need the muscles in my left side stretched or something to that effect.

She said I should have at least a few more sessions, so my next one is on Thursday. That was the next time she was available. I'm really looking forward to it, because it's really nice. Feels great! Except when she's working on my nerves, but even that's not really bad because it feels so much better afterwards. Before I went, I nearly changed my mind because I thought it'd be really uncomfortable, but she was nice and it wasn't weird at all.

In other news, I started back at work on Friday night, and it sucks. I'm learning the new register while customers are having Christmas shopping frenzies, and since I'm not new exactly, I only got trained on the register and not any other part of the job. They stuck me right onto the floor and I've forgotten so much! The little details, the parts of the job that aren't done very much... I forgot them. Plus, they rearranged the entire department and changed it around completely. Not only am I trying to relearn everything I've forgotten and work with the new registers, I have to learn my way around the new arrangements. It's... very exhausting so far.

Not to mention that it's so busy that I don't have time to familiarize myself with anything. Oh, and the mean customers! It's so scary dealing with mean customers when I'm unsure of myself. Last night, a lady yelled at me because she'd been waiting in the fine jewelry department for twenty minutes and they still couldn't help her. I do not work in the fine jewelry department. I have absolutely zero control over what they do or do not do. She demanded that I get the watch she had on hold, which is impossible because it was behind the jewelry counter, and I'd get fired if I went back there. When I told her that she'd have to wait for them, she insisted that I go over and tell one of them to help her immediately. Um. Yeah, that wasn't happening. They were all busy. When I told her that I'd tell them she wanted help but that it would be a while because they were busy, she started yelling. -_- I was really not in the mood to deal with that. I was so frazzled I nearly combusted on the spot.

It was okay, though, because she left in a huff and the gentleman I helped next made a really nice comment about how he thought it was a season for cheerfulness. It made me smile and feel ever so much better. I liked him.
I had another lovely weekend at home with my family. What is it about growing up that makes family so much more likeable?

I met up with Tiffi on Saturday evening, and we spent a few hours hanging out, first at Arby's (an old hangout, actually, which is why I picked it) and then at the mall. The evil girl got me to buy five new volumes of manga. I stopped buying manga, but did she care? No! Hmph. In any case, I finally finished Imadoki! and Gravitation up. Even better, when I went to the checkout, it turns out that they were having a Buy 4 Get 1 Free deal, so I spent another five minutes trying to figure out what I wanted free. I had a little trouble because I knew which series I wanted, but not what volumes I'd stopped at. In the end, I grabbed the fifth volume of Yuu Yuu Hakusho. Oh, and of course, she lent me all of her Saiyuki, which was the whole reason for meeting up with her in the first place.

I have one exam per day on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. I really should be studying for my French exam (that's the one that's tomorrow), but I can't bring myself to do it yet. French is going to be the tricky one. I'll need to look over math and astronomy just to brush up, but I'm going to have to study for French if I want to do well, and I hate studying. I can count on one hand the number of times I have studied in my entire life.

That's really rather sad, but it's just the way I am. I figure there's plenty of time tonight, and the exam isn't until 12:30 tomorrow afternoon. Plenty of time! And apparently there's donuts and coffee down in the dorm lobby from 9pm until midnight every day this week! That's very exciting for me. I love donuts!

Oh, and before I left home to head back up here, I called my old manager at JCPenney just to schedule the training we'd talked about the last time I was home, on Thanksgiving break. We got that all set up, I'm training for an hour on Friday and then working for five hours after that. Gee, just what I wanted, to spend my Christmas break working! Oh, well. It was my own choice and the money would be really nice.
ikarit: (sakura/ forever bloom)
( Oct. 3rd, 2005 04:03 pm)
I thought... I thought that it would be really great to not have to work while I'm in school. After all, I'm extremely lazy, and I always dread doing any sort of work. To some extent, the dread of going to work affected my mental state. So... yeah, not having to work right now should seem like manna from heaven.

'Cept that instead of enjoying my freedom, I'm just mostly perpetually bored.

I get email newsletters from my school to tell me what's going on and things like that, and today there was a notice that FedEx was hiring. The wage, benefits, shifts and what sort of financial aid they offer for school was all listed, and it just looked like a really good job opportunity and I sincerely wanted to consider applying.

I can't apply, of course. I have my orders: no working during my first semester away at school, said Mom and Dad. It's not only practical, as transportation to and from work would be a pain, but probably a good preventative measure in that I'll be able to focus completely on my schoolwork. I can't honestly say that I'd not go insane from having to work and go to school. I know in previous years, that was very difficult for me to handle. Not particularly because it was hard for me to keep up with the work, but just because I do dread working so much, and it stresses me in such a way that I become obsessively antisocial.

It's not a coincidence that my relationship with my family got better after I quit school last December. Part of the reason was obviously that my anti-depressants were kicking in, but it was more due to the fact that I didn't need to hoard my free time so frantically once I didn't have to deal with work and school at the same time.

There's also the truth that I don't entirely want to work. Oh, the job opportunity sounds wonderful, and I hate being so bored, but it's also kind of a guilty pleasure at the same time. I can also imagine myself going back to that stressed girl who spent every free second in front of the computer, unable to pull herself away to talk to any of her friends. I don't want to be that girl.

Okay, if anyone is wondering, yes, I do still spend all my free time in front of the computer. But that's not because I have a compulsive need to do it, but just because I have nothing else to do.
This is weird. Very, very weird. Tonight was my last day of work, I turned in my nametag and keys and discount card and I left and I'm done. I gave contact info to everyone I want to keep in touch with, so I'm not going to lose any friends... I should be happy. I dreaded going to work, sometimes it was so mind-numbingly boring I wanted to slam my head against the wall and knock myself unconscious. Or fall and break my leg or something. Anything!

But... instead, I just feel kind of... empty.

Oh my god, I'm going to miss that place. I'm already comforting myself with the knowledge I'll be back there for a month at Christmas time, and then next summer. Someone smack me. It's one thing to miss my discount (and believe me, I'm feeling THAT loss, too), but it's completely another to actually miss work when I only finished less than three hours ago!


Four days until move-in day. :O
I need to go to the chiropractor again. I was fine for a week or so, but now my entire back is cramped up and I can't stand the pain. I wonder if it would have happened if I hadn't been doing all that kneeling and crouching to dust at work. I was used to 10 or 11 hours a week (I know, ridiculously little) and now I've been bumped up to 25 or 26 hours a week.

To make matters worse, this is the week that my new manager has decided to stick me back into the clothing departments. I haven't been in the clothing departments regularly since November, at least, so I'm going to be relearning everything, and I've only got a week and a half left before my last day of work. This is stress that I did not especially need right now.

I'm also excited because it's now absolutely certain that I'm going to have my new computer by the end of next week at the latest. Brian and Kiel ordered all the parts on Wednesday night, and they should have all arrived by Tuesday. Then it's just a matter of finding a day for the two of them to get together to build it. I'm really excited--Brian has assured me that it's a really awesome computer. He's actually a little jealous, he said, because they found some really good deals so I got better parts than I'd asked for. He's getting a really amazing laptop that I'm jealous of, though, so it all works out. Oh, and it is 90% certain that Dad is also getting me a flat-screen monitor. Kiel said Office Max has decent ones for $220, and sometimes there's a $50 rebate, so Dad's going to watch the ads this weekend and see what he can get.

On a more fandom front, I'm actually really getting back into Naruto. I think it wasn't a coincidence that I lost interest just as Sasuke vanished. It's not that I'm a particularly huge Sasuke fan, it's just that... well, it's not really interesting without him. Naruto needs a Sasuke. He just does. I'm not a huge Sasuke fan, like I said, but I am a huge Team 7 fan. I can stand them being apart just as long as it's temporary, but Sasuke hasn't been in the manga since like, what, going on a year now, with no hint that he'll be showing up anytime soon?

Um, anyway, clearly it isn't the manga that I've suddenly taken interest in again, because Sasuke is still vanished. I just realized the other day that I was starving for Sasuke and so I've been reading every Sasuke-centric, Team 7, and NaruSasu fic I can get my hands on. It's working for now... I'm completely into Naruto again. I just don't know how long I can keep it up!

Speaking of which, I'm still desperate for fic. Can anyone recommend a well-characterized fic either about Sasuke, or just having a lot of him in it?
Waugh, headache of DOOM. Again. Per usual. As always? Whatever.

I worked from 10-4, but stayed an extra twenty minutes due to something that turned out to be a rather annoying misunderstanding. I need any money I can get, though, so I'm not really complaining. Much. Then I went shopping! (I have no money, you say? WHUT?) I've been planning on getting shorts and capris since early spring, I was just waiting for a really good sale. Today was a really good sale--only it turns out that shorts and capris have been on clearance for ages, and they only had three pairs of capris left in my size, and absolutely no shorts. -_-;; Augh, this is why I don't usually practice patience. Well, I've certainly learned my lesson.

I've been buying clothes for school off and on since May, so I have a bunch of stuff stashed around my room. I have to go through all of it and figure out if I want to return any of it, or keep all of it. Mom pointed out what I'd been deliberately avoiding--most of the shirts I've bought are 100% cotton, and they will shrink. I did think about that, but I just can't bring myself to buy larger clothing in anticipation of shrinkage. I just can't. What if it doesn't shrink enough? I would rather have too small than too big. *sigh* I'm going to wash one item and see if it shrinks too much--if it does, I'll exchange some things for larger sizes.

Then I got a lecture about colors bleeding in the wash, and what not to wash with what. I've been doing my own laundry for about a year, but I didn't know much. Apparently. Probably because Mom mostly explained in relation to the two corduroy items I bought today, and prior to this, I didn't own any corduroy. (You know, the whole... fuzzy animosity thing I have going.) Still, I didn't have much choice on one--the last pair of capris that fit me was black corduroy, and it looked cute, so I went with it. And the other is this adorable dark brown jacket that I fell in love with the first time I saw it. Anyway, Mom said they'll bleed pretty badly, so she told me what to wash them with.

As a reminder to myself--I need to go through everything I own and throw a bunch of shit out.


Also, after stewing about this for a week, I've decided I don't want my best friend as a best friend until she starts treating me as more than a personal convenience, thank you very much.

I'm going to inform her of this just as soon as she calls me, because I'm definitely not calling her.
Augh, work was so boring and tiring and I was soooo hungry. I had to work from 9 to 3, and I didn't get a lunch, just a fifteen minute break. Within an hour and a half, I was starving. One of my coworkers brings in this nasty-tasting gummies, so I chomped on them for a while. Plus, since I only had a fifteen minute break, I couldn't go and get food while I was on it, I'd have to use the vending machines in the lunchroom. Ack. So I asked this guy from Men's if he'd grab me something at Subway. He's a really nice guy, and likes to be... gentlemanly... so he said he would. Yay, I had Subway! I was actually so hungry that I ate the whole six-inch sub, something I have NEVER been able to do before. I made myself sick, but I was full and that was what counted. :):):)

Anyway, it was pretty boring. I did a lot to keep busy... cleaned all the glass (I'd done a lot of it the past two days I worked, so I just had to finish that up), and there's a LOT of it, and dusted every flat surface in my department. I felt so productive. And sick... that dust is DISGUSTING and there was SO MUCH of it. I nearly threw up, and I'm all stuffed up now. Unfortunately, I finished in like two hours, so that left four hours to do fuck-all. After my break, one of my bosses asked me to completely rearrange one of the sandal display... thingies... half of them were on clearance and half weren't, and she wanted the clearance with the clearance and the not clearance with the not clearance. It was more difficult than it sounds, because there was more not clearance than clearance, so I really had to be creative. Oh, and find more clearance stuff from the stockroom. I was very proud of myself when it was all done.

It only took me like an hour, though, so I went right back to being bored afterwards.

Then I came home and found that in the six hours since I'd left for work, my parents had apparently decided to completely redo one of the bathrooms. @_@ My bathroom, actually. Well, mine and Brian and Jimmy's. They'd already ripped everything out! It was kind of shocking.

And then just to top it all off, I look like death warmed over because I didn't get very much sleep, I didn't have the right mirror to do my hair, and I forgot to put on makeup before I went to work. I could fix all of that NOW, but really, what's the point if no one but my family is going to see it? They see me in the mornings when my hair is like a... err... looking for positive comparison... like a cloud around my head. Yeah, a cloud. A really ugly, knotted, flat-on-one-side-poofy-on-the-other cloud. Compared to THAT, I look more like... mortally wounded warmed over.

I just kill myself with my awesome humor. That, and I'm really, really, really too tired to have standards. Really.


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