Feb. 26th, 2011

Kind-of sort-of watching Spartacus right now. The dialogue leaves a bit to be desired and since I'm coming in midway through the story I really don't follow on the plot, but I appreciate the cinematography. The director really did a good job on portraying just how fucking brutal the gladiatorial games really were. A+.

Kind of pissed right now because I haven't worked all week. I mean, I'm not really in love with the job, but I don't have any other prospects right now so I need all the shifts I can get just to get by. All my shifts were cannibalized so one of my coworkers could get a few extra hours on his paycheck, which makes me a bit resentful. But whatever.

Oct. 6th, 2010

So, I might have a job at World Market. I don't know for sure; when I called to check on that today the manager wasn't in, so I'll have to call tomorrow morning. This would be great, though, not just because I'll finally be able to support myself again but because it'll be a great way to get out of the house and be productive. The worst part about being unemployed is feeling like a useless lump.

If I get a job, I probably won't have time for all the LARPing and iRO that I've been doing to pass the time recently. But I love roleplay, so I've been thinking about getting back into text-based RPs since I can make a comment one day, go to work/school/whatever and come back the next day to check it, leave another comment, rinse and repeat. No schedule juggling required. Anyone got a good RP to recommend?
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Jun. 6th, 2010

So I've been on these new medications for a little over a month. At first I didn't adjust well at all to it--Lamictal made me angry again, Geodon made me sick, and Buspar made me sleep twenty hours a day. About the only thing that didn't make me feel horrible was Bupropion (which is generic for...some kind of anti-depressant, I forget which). So after another visit to the doctor some adjustments were made to my prescriptions, and now I'm doing much better. Geodon is down to once a day, Lamictal's out. Buspar still makes me sleepy, but it's not as bad now that I'm not seasick-on-land nauseous to go with it, and I can stay awake if I have to.

I'm drawing again--nothing big, just a few sketches here and there. I've even put a few applications in here and there. Hopefully I'll get some callbacks this week, maybe get an interview or even get hired.
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Jan. 17th, 2010

So, tonight I'm going to a One Piece-based BESM campaign, after I deposit my sister's poor baby cat back at her domicile (he was recuoperating from a vet visit/teeth cleaning at our parents' house because did not need to be with our rambunctious kitten) and help a friend get some property back from someone. Property that should have been paid for, but which the person in question seemed to have simply forgot payment was due on. Hopefully that will be quick and painless and will not involve the cops, because I haven't had a good tabletop RPG in a while and don't want to be upset and teary-eyed and cranky for it. My nerves haven't been in the best state lately.

I'm the ship's doctor, by the way. Hopefully I won't lose too many patients.

This works out fairly well, because the GM has a scanner that I need to make use of. I brought an application home from the vet, but stupidly placed it under the canvas cat carrier and so it was peed on quickly by Ebenezer, who never really did like long car rides. I need to scan the app so I can fill out and turn in a copy that doesn't reek of ammonia. This would be an ideal job for me, as I would only be around animals and the occaisional vet tech, so I wouldn't have to constantly deal with stupid motherfuckers setting me off every five seconds like I did at most of my previous jobs. If I get this one, I might not have to go on disability/medicaid and can get some juicy employer-offered insurance with BCBS or something.

This is the optimal outcome. This is me trying to be optimistic. Big smiles.

Aug. 10th, 2008

72 hours sans sleep. Insomnia sucks. Contemplating finishing off the wine from July 4th celebration in order to pass out.

...Nah. Probably not any healthier that way than staying up. Maybe I'll get to pass out soon.

I start back to work tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it; I also start school back next Monday, and I'm not looking forward to that. Fucking math, it's the only thing keeping me from my God damn diploma.

In the next couple of weeks, I'm getting a few more holes in my head--a second set of lobe piercings and an industrial. I've wanted a second lobe piercing since I got my first set of holes at age eight, and even had my left ear done in high school while on vacation out of state (in Florida, apparently the minimum age to get piercings done without parental consent was like...16, or something; too bad the facilities were nasty and I ended up constantly getting infections, I ended up having to just take the earring out and let it heal over). But, I just wasn't able to do it before. I know I shouldn't be spending money on something most people would find useless, but for me, body modification brings me closer to turning my own body into the work of art that I feel it should be.

I am holding off on that tattoo, though. Not until after graduation, when I'll have a steadier paycheck and schedule and can afford three to five consecutive sessions.

Jul. 19th, 2008

Heeeey...aside from the ads on the update page, I'm liking the new IJ layout. The light tan is much better than the old eye-bleeding yellow. X3

Anyway. Not much has been going on lately. Been having some trouble with financial aid (getting fixed, no worries), been hating my job--you know, the usual. Stopped in for coffee at my old place of employment, since I'm sick of Waffle House coffee at 3 a.m. when I really shouldn't be drinking that swill, and came across some...well, depressing news. The same manager that drove me to quit set up one of her friends at the other store as a manager, and together they've created a revolving door wherein they lose employees almost as fast as they hire them. D got fired and banned after the bitch picked a fight with him then went tattling to the big boss; S, H, and A are both just sick of the two manager's shit and turned in their notices. One guy got hired, then quit before his shift was over his first day of work. The health score on the shop I used to work at dropped three points to a 95. Now, that doesn't seem so bad, but when I worked there with the old staff and no manager, we kept the place spotless, and the score never dipped below 98 and only went that low because the concrete floor looked like shit. It was clean, it just didn't look it because of the awful paint job.

The absolute icing on the cake is what Shit Manager #1 pulled over on the Boss; okay, so, they started doing drink deliveries not long after I left, right? Well, a few weeks into that, Shit Manager #1 started going on a lot of drink runs, but mysteriously there wasn't a lot of money coming back into the store. As it turns out, she was going out and advertising for the cooking store that's just opened up next door, setting herself up for a new job while on the clock at the coffee shop. That's just a fucking bitch move right there. The boss eventually found out, but I can't remember if it was after she'd quit or if he fired her before she could put in a notice, but regardless...bitch move.

About the only good news I got was that J is coming back.

I liked that job until that last manager was hired. I liked most of the regulars, I liked all but one of my coworkers, I even liked my boss in spite of the fact that I don't think he liked me. The fact that everything has gotten so bad there bugs the hell out of me. I hate this fucking telemarketing job anyway, so I'm thinking of asking for my old job back for at least the amount of time it would take to clean up the store, train a new staff, and get the remaining bad manager to realize she needs to back off and chill out. If the big boss doesn't want me around after that, I'll go elsewhere, but something needs to be done. =/

Apr. 11th, 2008

I have a rather healthy VHS collection from back in the day when I didn't have to pay for my own gas, food, and other expenses, but for the past couple of years I wasn't able to watch them because I didn't have a working VHS player. In fact, for about a year after the DVD side of my old dual deck what I've been able to watch has been limited to what I could actually play in my PS2, which I got used and had a ridiculously high parental setting. I like Sorcerer Hunters, but there's really only so many times I could watch it in a row before it became stale. Anyway, my sister bought a dual deck this week, and I am loving it. I was able to watch Paradise Kiss last night, which wouldn't play in my PS2; I'm watching a VHS of the old DiC dub of Sailor Moon right now. It's great fun, and really...the DiC dub isn't bad, as far as dubs from that era go. Usagi/Serena's voice is actually appropriately annoying, in fact.

Anyway, fun times with electronics. I'll probably watch Dracula or something after this.

Telemarketing is probably one of the lesser evils when it comes to part-time employment in this city--I could have been working for Starbucks, after all--but some of my coworkers have been assigned a political patch urging people to support a bill that would, essentially, strip U.S. citizens of their basic right to privacy under the guise of fighting terrorism. One version of this bill has already been passed, if what I've been told is correct, that requires a warrant in order to start the wiretap. (Not that it matters, apparently most of the warrants are approved.) The new version being passed lacks that particular clause, which is...troubling, to say the least. Discussing this patch, my friends and I decided that the greatest revenge that a concerned patcher could take without being fired would be to exercise their workplace right to not use their real name when doing this shit.

"Hello, this is Takhisis, Queen of Darkness. I'm calling to inform you of..."
"Hello, this is Lucifer Morningstar, I'd like to talk to you about..."

Of course, if our psuedonyms were too extreme, we'd get fired anyway. So I suppose I should be glad I'm still doing opinion surveys and not politcal patches. =D

Apr. 6th, 2008

I've spent this week in a state of frantic scramble, and so I have no idea what's going on with any of you out there in FList-land. Uhm, hi? =D

What I've been up to this week:

1) School. Same old, same old there.
2) Job hunting. I put in my two week notice at the coffee shop last Friday and hit the pavement. I got a telemarketing job through a temp agency--$8 an hour to annoy people during dinner? Hell yes, I'm doing it! By my calculations, I can earn $224 a week before taxes, which for a part-time job is fat bank.
3) Getting ready for and attending a wedding. I spent just about every last penny in my account buying something to wear, make-up, thigh-highs and a garterbelt, boots (which it turns out I couldn't wear anyway; the leather was too stiff for me to even move my ankles, which will require me to break them in manually over the course of the next couple of weeks), a Target gift card and something nice to stick it in. Really, buying stuff for myself/getting the present was easy, just expensive and time-consuming. Trying to find some make-up for my sister (she is ridiculously hard to color match for, corpse-pale as she is) and engaging on the fruitless search for an alternet pair of shoes for her was a struggle. As it is, she ended up having to go with the black leather-thonged, 2.5" wedge sandles she'd gotten years ago to wear with...shit, something, I dunno.

It paid off, though, when I got to see "C" walk down the aisle. Now, she's a pretty girl in her everyday attire anyway...but that day, she was drop dead gorgeous. Which was good, because it enabled me to focus on her and "A" while their preacher diverged from the topic at hand to sermonize about the inviolable sanctity of Man-Woman Marriage. Is that really an everyday part of Episcopalian weddings, or was that just a recent addition on the pastor's part due to the current political climate? I didn't ask "C", and I won't, because I don't want to nitpick her wedding. Still curious, though.

Oh, and the wedding itself? It was held at the zoo. =D In the conservatory, right by the lion pens. The male lion got pissy at one point and started roaring, I'm guessing because the music at the reception was really loud. Sux 2 b him?

Mar. 19th, 2008

Finally got around to archiving and reposting my old LJ posts. Three of them didn't make it due to some retarded error with the backdating, but they were short, crappy entries anyway so I'm not too bothered by it. I rather like IJ, so I think from this point on most of my updating will be done here. I'll keep my old LJ, but mostly for browsing different comms and reading my FList. Maybe x-posting entries from here to keep a secondary archive. Since I have the LochJournal client, x-posting will be all the easier, so I might as well.

Ugh. I need to go out and get a new job. I'm getting five hours a week now, and it's obvious the new store manager doesn't like me and is playing favorites (seriously, she's cannibalizing almost all the hours; the new girl gets most of the rest, and other employees get anywhere between four and ten hours a week with six being the average). The problem is that, like always, I don't really know where to start. I've never been good at job hunting, so I tend to stick with whatever I get regardless of how shitty it is for as long as I can. Earlier today I was supposed to see if I could get permission to observe my friend at his workplace (he's a telemarketer) to determine whether or not I should even turn in an app and try for an interview, but for some reason I didn't hear my alarm despite the fact that it was practically right by my head and didn't get up on time. Oh, well. I might as well just fill out an app anyway. Couldn't hurt, could it? Obviously I'm masochistic enough to put up with a lot of shit, and having people cuss me out over the phone isn't half as bad as having people cuss me out in person, like they sometimes did at Nova 8; at least over the phone there's absolutely no chance of a bitchfit turning into a physical altercation. =3

TL;DR rant about work. Also, comma abuse. Very stream of conciousness. )

Motherfuck. It's like my workplace has suddenly morphed into some God-awful 90s teen drama. D=

Thinking about going out and getting a haircut to facilitate a more polished appearance. Even if I don't end up getting a new job, I have a wedding to go to at the beginning of April and I want to look nice.

Feb. 28th, 2008

So, I go to work this evening only to find that, sometime between my Tuesday night closing shift and when I walked into the shop today, my schedule had been changed. Dramatically. Instead of my normal 5:00 to 10:30 p.m. shift, I had been pushed back to 12:30 to 4:00 p.m. For no reason. With no prior warning. What's particularly worrying is that I woke up sometime around 1:00 p.m. and no one from work called at all between that time and when I left the house to go to what should have been my normal shift. Nor did anyone call at 12:30, when I should have been clocking in; the one--no, wait, two--phonecalls I've recieved today on the house phone were completely unrelated to work. My cellphone's battery had died again, but upon putting it on the charger and checking both my missed calls list and my voicemail I find that no one from work tried to call me there, either. My sister and mother did not recieve any calls on their cell phones, nor did anyone call my parents' house that I am aware of. Because I'm constantly coming and going between work, school, my house, and my parents' house, I have ALL of these numbers listed in my contact information at work. There is no excuse that could possibly be given as to why I was not informed of the shift change beforehand, nor is there any reason that I can fathom why no one called me when I didn't show up today. What makes this particularly distressing is that, several months ago, I missed a shift due to a bad side effect from two medications I was on at the time interacting. When I spoke to the boss about it, I was told that if anything like that ever happened again, I would be fired. I don't know if I'm going to have a job tomorrow or not. I don't even know what to do. Do I call my boss? Considering he was also on the schedule from 12:00 to 4:00 today, I don't know what to say that won't sound mega-confrontational...I mean, really, how exactly can I phrase, "Why was I not informed of this sudden schedule change?" without sounding like I'm blaming him, or something? It's not like anyone's schedule has been at all stable as of late, anyway. I just hate to think that my job might be a casualty of managerial error.

Shit. I'm totally fucked, aren't I?

Jan. 28th, 2008

Been replaying FFIX for the past three days, since I needed some Final Fantasy and Dad's still borrowing my copy of Tactics. Disc three, 32 hours logged. Zidane is level 43; everyone else is ranging between 34-39, with Quina and Freya forming the respective extremes. It's proven to be a great way to kill time between classes/school work and The Job, as well as a suitable substitute for iRO. Because both of my accounts ran out. /sob

Speaking of work, yesterday...kinda sucked. Was late opening because the person who closed Saturday night didn't do half the things they were supposed to, so I ended up cleaning up after them in addition to doing my normal opening proceedures. And people kept trying to come in before the store was even open, despite having the fucking store hours posted right in front of their fucking faces. Selective blindness, y/n? Fortunately the boss was in town for whatever reason and stopped by. He helped out a bit and I was able to get on track, but when he left I was left to deal with people who asked stupid questions, didn't tip, and in some cases came in two minutes to closing.

Fortunately, that was not the store I work at during the rest of the week, and yesterday was my last day shuttling between the two on weekends. I'll never have to work a Sunday shift over there again! =D
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