WELL.
I double-booked last-big-hang-out plans with both Aurelie and the rest of Apt 131 for tomorrow. I had forgotten that the apartment had planned a Lord of the Rings marathon (BJ has never seen, we finally own all three, we love them, etc etc) and told Aurelie we could go to Lake Michigan. Figured out my big mistake at the beginning of the week and began the mad scramble to fix it.
Tuesday, That One said that even better than trading his Thursday for my Saturday, he would just takemy Saturday, since he needed the hours. He just needed to talk to his friend who he'd made kinda-sorta-plans with, but he'd call the store that night to let me know!
...yeah, he never called back. Texting him on Wednesday got no response. Fortunately, Diana agreed to trade, so I still got Saturday off! Yay! All I had to do was work her 7:30 shift today!
...UGH.
[o] I closed last night. Left about quarter to 11 (not the best close, whole different ball of WTH).
[o] My sleep was craptastic. I don't think I got a whole hour the entire night. Just awful.
[o] Got up at 6:30, worked 7:30 to 1:30, was a moron the entire time due to sleep deprivation and unhappy stomach not allowing me much caffeine intake.
[o] Get home, get in the shower, have just enough time to get lunch at 933...and not really do anything else.
[o] On the way to Goshen to meet Aurelie, get a text from That One's girlfriend (who I'm friends with) relaying a message from him: he can totally take my Saturday shift! ...yeah, about that. Gave up on that after zero response. Go ask Diana if she wants the shift that is now hers, thanks for letting me know I worked today for nothing, JERKFACE. (I was nicer than that to his girlfriend, obviously).
[o] Hang out with Aurelie at the Goshen Starbucks, good times, good times...hey, why are these ladies setting up candles? Oh, they're hosting a Party Lites event, okay...some of their friends are here, okay...some more friends...now kids....now we're surrounded by a large crowd of loud and excited women getting way too happy about candles and completely ruining our attempts to study/write. FUN.
[o] Get home, open the door to get hit in the face with the smell of cat urine. Horace went in today to get fixed, Ryan picked him up, he pissed in the box on the way home. While he's cleaned himself off (mostly) (he's also adorably drugged), both he and the carrier still reek, making the living area completely inhospitable. So much for watching TV.
Honestly, the only person I'm annoyed with is That One, for obvious reasons. My co-workers today were nice, it was awesome to spend some more time with Aurelie, and I'm hella looking forward to tomorrow's Lord of the Rings-a-thon.
...but MAN. TODAY. BE DONE NOW.
The next week (and then some):
[o] Friday: Lord of the Rings-a-thon, hanging out/baking/drinking with Aurelie and friends in Goshen in the evening, sleeping over to make Saturday an easier start
[o] Saturday: Lake Michigan! WOO! Plus packing in the evening.
[o] Sunday: Last day at Ireland, off at 5:30, may try for another night out with co-workers, but definitely lots of packing after work.
[o] Monday: All-day-come-over-any-time-mostly-933-people party as we continue packing & cleaning.
[o] Tuesday: Scramble to finish shoving everything into the trailer and call to have it picked up that night so we don't have to wait around for it on Wednesday. Bed will be completely packed, so we're spending the night at the hotel next to 933.
[o] Wednesday: Grab breakfast at 933, say good-bye, start driving. End night in Pennsylvania.
[o] Thursday: Continue driving, arrive in Connecticut.
[o] Friday-Sunday: Say hi to everyone, visit my new store, figure out flooring and possibly new furniture, get as settled as we can without 99% of our stuff.
[o] Monday: Trailer arrives, start unpacking.
Meanwhile, my Etsy store is on vacation since (a) we're moving, (b) the listings expired yesterday, and (c) I haven't decided what to list (or re-list) and plan on polling my fanbase (ha) for ideas.
Finally, on a ridiculously sappy note, today is what only I am calling our pre-anniversary. One year from today is Ryan's and my wedding date. :)
Now, back to trying to unkink the stress from my back...
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Thursday, September 22, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
This Past Week.
Saturday, I was supposed to work 12 to 6. I got a call at 8 that morning asking if I could come in at 10 and work until 6:30 for a full eight-hour shift, so someone could go home early. I did.
Sunday, I was supposed to work 12 to 6. I got a call, as I was driving to work, asking if I could come in at 2 instead. "Two until when?" "Close." Someone had called out. I covered.
Monday was a normal eight-hour shift.
Tuesday, BJ, Sam and I left the house at 7 in the morning, picked up our friend Raequan at 7:30, grabbed some breakfast, and headed to Chicago.
Oh my goodness, Chicago.
We went to the Brookfield Zoo first, and were there for four or five hours. We saw almost everything, and I took a million pictures of almost everything. The three best things, that had HUGE impacts on me, were the three things we paid extra for: the dolphin show, petting (de-barbed) stingrays, and the butterfly house. I was exhausted and in pain by the time we left, but I was also excited the entire time, like little-kid excited, it was AWESOME. The dolphin show almost made me cry from pure kid joy, the stingrays were so adorable and wonderful and calming, the butterfly house was a photographic dream, MAN...it was fantastic.
Next was The Chicago Diner, a vegan/vegetarian restaurant recommended to Rae by a co-worker. I want to make this co-worker cookies for suggesting it, because OH. MY. GOD. Some of the best food I have ever had. The milkshake was to die for. The atmosphere was fun and cozy. The waitress was amazing--she helped explain the menu without being pretentious or condescending, answered our questions about the food and Chicago, and even drew us a map of cool places to go within walking distance. The whole experience was...awesome.
Next was Navy Pier, which was basically just shops and restaurants that we enjoyed toodling around in. After that was Mitsuwa Marketplace, a Japanese store BJ and Sam are fond of visiting, and Woodfield Mall.
We didn't get home until past one in the morning, although that was mostly the fault of the GPS on my phone, which is, in a word, moronic. Honestly, the best parts of the trip were outside the car, because being in the car meant following directions from a phone who didn't understand the real world we were currently driving in.
But yeah. That was Tuesday, in Chicago.
Wednesday was Aurelie's birthday. The original plan had been to go to Lake Michigan, chill for most of the day, then go back to Goshen for dinner and drinking. I met up with Aurelie and Allie at Quincy's, gave her her presents, had breakfast, hung out for a bit. She changed her mind about the lake--as was her birthday girl prerogative--and decided on a movie instead.
I was fading quickly at this point, having only gotten about five hours of sleep after 14 hours in Chicago after five hours of sleep, and realized that it was either go to the movies and hang out, or go to dinner and the bar later. I chose the latter, Aurelie said it was fine, and I went home and crashed for a few hours. Sadly, crashing didn't mean sleep so much as not-moving-or-thinking, so it was only half as restful as hoped, but still.
I picked Aurelie up and took her to Buffalo Wild Wings, where a bunch of people came out for her birthday dinner. After that was The Constant Spring, which was full of a different birthday party, all of which were drunk and doing karaoke. Beatles's karaoke. While drunk. I was displeased.
Still, it was good people, good time, Aurelie had a blast. Mission accomplished. :)
Still didn't get a whole lot of sleep that night, either.
Yesterday, Thursday, was an eight-hour pre-closing shift. I started out fairly upbeat and able, went downhill to exhausted and hungry, ate, and became just plain exhausted. I was basically pathetic and whiny from four o'clock on to the end of the night.
Today, I don't go in until 4:30, and I close. I got a text from the Morning Shift asking if I could come in at 2. I might fall have if I didn't have a To Do list that literally can't be done the rest of the weekend.
And then it's four more days of my six-day work week after that. Then three days off. Whee!
There, now we're all caught up. Now if I could just get a couple of hours of time where I'm awake and don't have shit to do so I can call all my parents and not be a terrible daughter...
Sunday, I was supposed to work 12 to 6. I got a call, as I was driving to work, asking if I could come in at 2 instead. "Two until when?" "Close." Someone had called out. I covered.
Monday was a normal eight-hour shift.
Tuesday, BJ, Sam and I left the house at 7 in the morning, picked up our friend Raequan at 7:30, grabbed some breakfast, and headed to Chicago.
Oh my goodness, Chicago.
We went to the Brookfield Zoo first, and were there for four or five hours. We saw almost everything, and I took a million pictures of almost everything. The three best things, that had HUGE impacts on me, were the three things we paid extra for: the dolphin show, petting (de-barbed) stingrays, and the butterfly house. I was exhausted and in pain by the time we left, but I was also excited the entire time, like little-kid excited, it was AWESOME. The dolphin show almost made me cry from pure kid joy, the stingrays were so adorable and wonderful and calming, the butterfly house was a photographic dream, MAN...it was fantastic.
Next was The Chicago Diner, a vegan/vegetarian restaurant recommended to Rae by a co-worker. I want to make this co-worker cookies for suggesting it, because OH. MY. GOD. Some of the best food I have ever had. The milkshake was to die for. The atmosphere was fun and cozy. The waitress was amazing--she helped explain the menu without being pretentious or condescending, answered our questions about the food and Chicago, and even drew us a map of cool places to go within walking distance. The whole experience was...awesome.
Next was Navy Pier, which was basically just shops and restaurants that we enjoyed toodling around in. After that was Mitsuwa Marketplace, a Japanese store BJ and Sam are fond of visiting, and Woodfield Mall.
We didn't get home until past one in the morning, although that was mostly the fault of the GPS on my phone, which is, in a word, moronic. Honestly, the best parts of the trip were outside the car, because being in the car meant following directions from a phone who didn't understand the real world we were currently driving in.
But yeah. That was Tuesday, in Chicago.
Wednesday was Aurelie's birthday. The original plan had been to go to Lake Michigan, chill for most of the day, then go back to Goshen for dinner and drinking. I met up with Aurelie and Allie at Quincy's, gave her her presents, had breakfast, hung out for a bit. She changed her mind about the lake--as was her birthday girl prerogative--and decided on a movie instead.
I was fading quickly at this point, having only gotten about five hours of sleep after 14 hours in Chicago after five hours of sleep, and realized that it was either go to the movies and hang out, or go to dinner and the bar later. I chose the latter, Aurelie said it was fine, and I went home and crashed for a few hours. Sadly, crashing didn't mean sleep so much as not-moving-or-thinking, so it was only half as restful as hoped, but still.
I picked Aurelie up and took her to Buffalo Wild Wings, where a bunch of people came out for her birthday dinner. After that was The Constant Spring, which was full of a different birthday party, all of which were drunk and doing karaoke. Beatles's karaoke. While drunk. I was displeased.
Still, it was good people, good time, Aurelie had a blast. Mission accomplished. :)
Still didn't get a whole lot of sleep that night, either.
Yesterday, Thursday, was an eight-hour pre-closing shift. I started out fairly upbeat and able, went downhill to exhausted and hungry, ate, and became just plain exhausted. I was basically pathetic and whiny from four o'clock on to the end of the night.
Today, I don't go in until 4:30, and I close. I got a text from the Morning Shift asking if I could come in at 2. I might fall have if I didn't have a To Do list that literally can't be done the rest of the weekend.
And then it's four more days of my six-day work week after that. Then three days off. Whee!
There, now we're all caught up. Now if I could just get a couple of hours of time where I'm awake and don't have shit to do so I can call all my parents and not be a terrible daughter...
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Razz'm Frazz'm.
Ugh. Today was about people being obnoxious.
We have a new Via out this week that we are supposed to sell as much as possible. I'm covering drive-thru while someone's on break. They order iced coffees with caramel, and the new via is Iced Caramel Via--seems like an easy sell, right?
Me: Hi there! Have you heard about our new promotion we have right now? *sell sell sell* AND today is the last day that we're giving away a free tall beverage if you buy a package, so your son's tall apple juice could be free!
Customer: Make one of my grande drinks free and it's a deal.
Me: ...Unnnfortunately, I'm not allowed to do that.
Customer's Wife: Wait, would this help you out, like, do you need to sell a certain amount?
Me: Yeah, actually, we're hoping to sell five more by the end of the night. *hopeful!*
Customer's Wife: Hmm...could we trade this for it? *holds up OPENED box of regular (not iced) Caramel Via*
Me: ...I'm sorry, I can't do that.
Customer's Wife: Okay. Never mind then.
ARGH. I'm sorry the FREE DRINK we're offering isn't good enough for you, and I'm sorry I'm not allowed to take an OPENED PACKAGE OF A DIFFERENT PRODUCT in exchange for something I just told you we have to SELL.
I'd say I want to know who ever told these people that they were better than anyone else...but oh wait. It's Starbucks. We probably did.
Also I had the giant metal ice scoop fall from the top of the ice machine onto my thumb. OW.
If you'll excuse me, it's time for dinner and True Blood and Torchwood...
We have a new Via out this week that we are supposed to sell as much as possible. I'm covering drive-thru while someone's on break. They order iced coffees with caramel, and the new via is Iced Caramel Via--seems like an easy sell, right?
Me: Hi there! Have you heard about our new promotion we have right now? *sell sell sell* AND today is the last day that we're giving away a free tall beverage if you buy a package, so your son's tall apple juice could be free!
Customer: Make one of my grande drinks free and it's a deal.
Me: ...Unnnfortunately, I'm not allowed to do that.
Customer's Wife: Wait, would this help you out, like, do you need to sell a certain amount?
Me: Yeah, actually, we're hoping to sell five more by the end of the night. *hopeful!*
Customer's Wife: Hmm...could we trade this for it? *holds up OPENED box of regular (not iced) Caramel Via*
Me: ...I'm sorry, I can't do that.
Customer's Wife: Okay. Never mind then.
ARGH. I'm sorry the FREE DRINK we're offering isn't good enough for you, and I'm sorry I'm not allowed to take an OPENED PACKAGE OF A DIFFERENT PRODUCT in exchange for something I just told you we have to SELL.
I'd say I want to know who ever told these people that they were better than anyone else...but oh wait. It's Starbucks. We probably did.
Also I had the giant metal ice scoop fall from the top of the ice machine onto my thumb. OW.
If you'll excuse me, it's time for dinner and True Blood and Torchwood...
Monday, July 4, 2011
...Really?!
Happy Independence Day! I celebrated by working. :D
Actually, my "celebration" was to be several cookies brought into work, a combination of chocolate and butterscotch chip, and M&M. I made a triple batch of cookie dough last night (the other third to be used for Rolo cookies for Ryan)...and it all went to hell. Every batch I tried melted into puddles that made me thankful I bought a baking sheet with a lip.
I thought: maybe the dough got too warm in the little kitchen with the oven going and the dishwasher going and I've been working at it forever, I'll pop it in the fridge overnight and get up early to bake them. Do so, go to bed, get up early, let it sit out for a while, first batch: MELT. >.< Google google google...this can happen with too little flour or too much sugar.
FUNNY STORY.
Ryan and BJ were hanging around the living room as I was putting the dough together, and BJ came in to get something from the fridge as I was counting in quarter cups of sugar. Chat chat chat, shovel shovel shovel, chat chat chat, shovel shovel....how many was that? ...CRAP.
Anyway, it took another too many batches, but I finally mixed in enough flour so the cookies actually fucking formed. Out of a triple batch of dough, I got...14 cookies.
>.<
Fortunately, they were good ones, with chocolate chips and M&Ms, and 14 was enough for me to eat a test one, share three each to my three awesome co-workers and myself, and save the last one for the co-worker who promised to visit and drop off some tiramisu.
Also during this morning's cookie adventure, I did four loads of laundry and a load of dishes, and somehow managed a hot shower despite being the last of four people to take a shower within a two hour span.
This is how I ended my day: I came home, took off my left shoe, attempted to take off my right shoe, and had to yank before it came off...and left a wad of insole stuck to my sock. Took out both insoles and found identical holes/major wearing patterns in both under my heels and big toes. Incidentally, my right heel has been hurting quite a bit lately. :D
It should be noted that these shoes have lasted me just over a year of intense use, and this is the first and only time I've had issues. New Balance is The Shit.
OH, then I went to change out of my work pants and tore a hole in the crotch. Not on a seam. Not fixable. Not possible to hide or ignore. It's my last pair of work pants (beside dress pants which I'll have to wear tomorrow and kinda hate). In the space of 15 minutes, I racked up almost $200 worth of work stuff I have to buy veryvery soon.
BEST DAY EVER.
Actually, my "celebration" was to be several cookies brought into work, a combination of chocolate and butterscotch chip, and M&M. I made a triple batch of cookie dough last night (the other third to be used for Rolo cookies for Ryan)...and it all went to hell. Every batch I tried melted into puddles that made me thankful I bought a baking sheet with a lip.
I thought: maybe the dough got too warm in the little kitchen with the oven going and the dishwasher going and I've been working at it forever, I'll pop it in the fridge overnight and get up early to bake them. Do so, go to bed, get up early, let it sit out for a while, first batch: MELT. >.< Google google google...this can happen with too little flour or too much sugar.
FUNNY STORY.
Ryan and BJ were hanging around the living room as I was putting the dough together, and BJ came in to get something from the fridge as I was counting in quarter cups of sugar. Chat chat chat, shovel shovel shovel, chat chat chat, shovel shovel....how many was that? ...CRAP.
Anyway, it took another too many batches, but I finally mixed in enough flour so the cookies actually fucking formed. Out of a triple batch of dough, I got...14 cookies.
>.<
Fortunately, they were good ones, with chocolate chips and M&Ms, and 14 was enough for me to eat a test one, share three each to my three awesome co-workers and myself, and save the last one for the co-worker who promised to visit and drop off some tiramisu.
Also during this morning's cookie adventure, I did four loads of laundry and a load of dishes, and somehow managed a hot shower despite being the last of four people to take a shower within a two hour span.
This is how I ended my day: I came home, took off my left shoe, attempted to take off my right shoe, and had to yank before it came off...and left a wad of insole stuck to my sock. Took out both insoles and found identical holes/major wearing patterns in both under my heels and big toes. Incidentally, my right heel has been hurting quite a bit lately. :D
It should be noted that these shoes have lasted me just over a year of intense use, and this is the first and only time I've had issues. New Balance is The Shit.
OH, then I went to change out of my work pants and tore a hole in the crotch. Not on a seam. Not fixable. Not possible to hide or ignore. It's my last pair of work pants (beside dress pants which I'll have to wear tomorrow and kinda hate). In the space of 15 minutes, I racked up almost $200 worth of work stuff I have to buy veryvery soon.
BEST DAY EVER.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Check Your Apron!
Interesting tidbit of the day: A couple of weeks ago, I received a letter from our insurance. I had NOT A BILL all over it, but also told me that I owed Memorial Medical Center $xx.xx for my clinic visit back in January. The clinic visit I already paid for...in March. The amount on the statement didn't even match the amount I had owed and paid.
I went over to my banking website, took screenshots of the deposited check I sent to Memorial, and sat back to wait for the actual bill to come in.
Today I got mail from Memorial.
It was a check. For $13.44. The exact difference between the March check and June statement.
.....hooookay. I'll be giving them a call come Monday!
Today at work wasn't too bad (That One didn't work). The biggest problems were the boredom at the end of my shift, and the new person. The new person is fine, she's learning at a good rate and can already help out on cold bar. Really, the only issues are (a) I'm a bad teacher and not very helpful for new people, and (b) she keeps calling frappucinnos frappes.
In case I haven't mentioned before in this blog, WE HATE THAT. McDonald's has frappes, we have frappucinnos. Bad enough that customers get them mixed up, if a partner starts mixing up the terms, it's going to confuse the customers and have the rest of us writhing on the floor in agony.
...Seriously. Go order a frappe and try to watch everyone within earshot. I guarantee that at least one eyelid is going to twitch.
There's not much else going on right now. I'm extremely tired and in need of food. Until tomorrow...
I went over to my banking website, took screenshots of the deposited check I sent to Memorial, and sat back to wait for the actual bill to come in.
Today I got mail from Memorial.
It was a check. For $13.44. The exact difference between the March check and June statement.
.....hooookay. I'll be giving them a call come Monday!
Today at work wasn't too bad (That One didn't work). The biggest problems were the boredom at the end of my shift, and the new person. The new person is fine, she's learning at a good rate and can already help out on cold bar. Really, the only issues are (a) I'm a bad teacher and not very helpful for new people, and (b) she keeps calling frappucinnos frappes.
In case I haven't mentioned before in this blog, WE HATE THAT. McDonald's has frappes, we have frappucinnos. Bad enough that customers get them mixed up, if a partner starts mixing up the terms, it's going to confuse the customers and have the rest of us writhing on the floor in agony.
...Seriously. Go order a frappe and try to watch everyone within earshot. I guarantee that at least one eyelid is going to twitch.
There's not much else going on right now. I'm extremely tired and in need of food. Until tomorrow...
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Deep Breaths...Almost To Awesome!
Today...was pretty fuh.
The morning was nice, waking up slowly to thunder and rain.
Then I went to work and it all went downhill. I'm not even going to go into it. Ugh.
Fuck it! I'm gone for a week. Tomorrow evening Ryan and I fly to Connecticut, and I spend the next three days after that wallowing in the peoples I've missed like hell for over a year. I CAN'T WAIT! :D
Tomorrow will be the last minute things--laundry so we don't have to worry about it when we get home, packing, getting money and Ryan's paycheck, etc--and then several hours of Hurry Up And Wait. Whee.
...I CAN'T WAIT EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
The morning was nice, waking up slowly to thunder and rain.
Then I went to work and it all went downhill. I'm not even going to go into it. Ugh.
Fuck it! I'm gone for a week. Tomorrow evening Ryan and I fly to Connecticut, and I spend the next three days after that wallowing in the peoples I've missed like hell for over a year. I CAN'T WAIT! :D
Tomorrow will be the last minute things--laundry so we don't have to worry about it when we get home, packing, getting money and Ryan's paycheck, etc--and then several hours of Hurry Up And Wait. Whee.
...I CAN'T WAIT EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Monday, April 4, 2011
I NEED A DRINK.
Today...was stupid.
It was generally crazy busy for most of the day, and I swear our store had a sign over it inviting all the high maintenance crazies to come in and make our lives more interesting. But it was really two distinct things that made today just ridiculous.
First, a doctor's office called in with an order of 15 drinks, saying they'd be in for them in 10 to 15 minutes. Someone showed up less than ten minutes later, in the drive-thru, expecting them to be ready. Oh, and this is all while people keep coming in and ordering drinks in the store. G'AH.
Then was the really fun moment of the day. I picked up a coffee urn to move it to the sink, and top completely detached from the body. Crash, splash, narrowly missed my feet but got extremely hot coffee on my left shoe. Fortunately, I was able to get my shoe and sock off before I got burned, but my left pinky toe got the brunt of it and hurt like a bitch for an hour or so afterward.
There were other little things--the woman who didn't actually buy anything, just brought in five bags of coffee for me to grind; knocking the cinnamon dolce shaker off the bar and mildly pricking my finger on a shard as I cleaned it up; the other woman who didn't know what her friend had asked her to get, just the strongest coffee we have, I don't know brewed or espresso, well where's your coffee list, AAAAAAAAA.
All is fine now. I'm home, I've had a hot dinner, tomorrow is a shorter mid-shift...whee.
It was generally crazy busy for most of the day, and I swear our store had a sign over it inviting all the high maintenance crazies to come in and make our lives more interesting. But it was really two distinct things that made today just ridiculous.
First, a doctor's office called in with an order of 15 drinks, saying they'd be in for them in 10 to 15 minutes. Someone showed up less than ten minutes later, in the drive-thru, expecting them to be ready. Oh, and this is all while people keep coming in and ordering drinks in the store. G'AH.
Then was the really fun moment of the day. I picked up a coffee urn to move it to the sink, and top completely detached from the body. Crash, splash, narrowly missed my feet but got extremely hot coffee on my left shoe. Fortunately, I was able to get my shoe and sock off before I got burned, but my left pinky toe got the brunt of it and hurt like a bitch for an hour or so afterward.
There were other little things--the woman who didn't actually buy anything, just brought in five bags of coffee for me to grind; knocking the cinnamon dolce shaker off the bar and mildly pricking my finger on a shard as I cleaned it up; the other woman who didn't know what her friend had asked her to get, just the strongest coffee we have, I don't know brewed or espresso, well where's your coffee list, AAAAAAAAA.
All is fine now. I'm home, I've had a hot dinner, tomorrow is a shorter mid-shift...whee.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
I Think I Left My Brain In The Shower.
I had a long day. Not a bad day, just a long one. It had all the potential of being bad--I started it off being very pissed at someone and stuck in a cycle of all the reasons why; the shift that came on is stupid at running breaks and decided not to send me on my ten 2 hours in, when it was slow and there were four other people on the floor, but 3 1/2 hours in, during a rush and just after someone left; my schedule may change next week so I work several eight hour shifts in a row and there's a chance my manager will ask if I can cover a 6AM shift on Friday (HAHAHAHAFUNNY)--but it still wasn't bad.
I'm home, I just got out of a hot shower, waiting for everyone else to get home, waiting for dinner. I could very easily begin waxing philosophical on things like the discussion on abortion I got into with a coworker on Facebook, or honesty and friendship, or even morality in general...I'm in that kind of mindset, and it might even make sense.
But as it is...I just got home, and I'm waiting for dinner, and I just got out of a hot shower. I think I'll listen to some music and continue waiting, stop waiting, and then go to bed.
Tomorrow is another eight hour shift, but I'm going to try my damndest to get up early and meet Aurelie at 933 so we can study together, since I flaked out on our weekly get-together last night and barely see her since transferring.
Whee. Thump. Zzzz.
I'm home, I just got out of a hot shower, waiting for everyone else to get home, waiting for dinner. I could very easily begin waxing philosophical on things like the discussion on abortion I got into with a coworker on Facebook, or honesty and friendship, or even morality in general...I'm in that kind of mindset, and it might even make sense.
But as it is...I just got home, and I'm waiting for dinner, and I just got out of a hot shower. I think I'll listen to some music and continue waiting, stop waiting, and then go to bed.
Tomorrow is another eight hour shift, but I'm going to try my damndest to get up early and meet Aurelie at 933 so we can study together, since I flaked out on our weekly get-together last night and barely see her since transferring.
Whee. Thump. Zzzz.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
That Chloroform Gave Me A Headache...
I swear, I really did used to be good at thinking positively. Over the past month, in fact, I became annoyingly chipper and upbeat about life.
Then life bitchslapped me and it's been all downhill from there. And today was just...no.
Attempting to find articles and advice on how to make or fix a budget found me nothing but how to budget around children, around saving for a house, or with actual salaries instead of minimum-wage level jobs. Tried out a free online thing, but it was so buggy that I almost threw my computer across the room from frustration.
Gave that up and moved on to the next item on the day's list: printing out a photo. Just one. That's all I wanted. But the brand new ink that we just bought for the sole purpose of printing photos? Not compatible with the printer. And I thought it was, so I spent most of my day trying to figure out how to fix it. It wasn't until Ryan got home that we figured out that salesperson at Best Buy had been wrong.
Dug out the receipt to return it: expired four days ago.
As we got ready to go to Best Buy anyway, I did something bad to my back causing it to be miserable for several hours.
Fortunately, Ryan has become a retailese expert, plus we were nice to the return desk people and didn't want a full return, so it was as easy as finding the correct ink.
That was the start of an upturn in the evening: exchanged ink without a fuss; looked for something at Toys R' Us and enjoyed the visit immensely despite not being to find it; found the perfect thing at the candy/stuffed animal store in the mall; got to sit in a couple of nice cars being displayed in the mall and daydream about the future a little bit; came home to find that today's photo has been reblogged; back felt better; started making a breakfast-dinner with Ryan.
Then we discovered that we only had enough eggs for the pancakes but not to eat, the bacon took forever to cook and never got very chewy let alone crispy, and my pancake skills were just in the basement and I kept burning or messing them up in several fun ways.
Not to mention the people drama going on all over the place that I can't even begin to get into.
I'm done. I need a vacation. I need the world to just STOP for a day--ONE DAY--so I can catch my breath and find my way back to the driver's seat instead of being tied up and gagged in the trunk.
Oy...
Then life bitchslapped me and it's been all downhill from there. And today was just...no.
Attempting to find articles and advice on how to make or fix a budget found me nothing but how to budget around children, around saving for a house, or with actual salaries instead of minimum-wage level jobs. Tried out a free online thing, but it was so buggy that I almost threw my computer across the room from frustration.
Gave that up and moved on to the next item on the day's list: printing out a photo. Just one. That's all I wanted. But the brand new ink that we just bought for the sole purpose of printing photos? Not compatible with the printer. And I thought it was, so I spent most of my day trying to figure out how to fix it. It wasn't until Ryan got home that we figured out that salesperson at Best Buy had been wrong.
Dug out the receipt to return it: expired four days ago.
As we got ready to go to Best Buy anyway, I did something bad to my back causing it to be miserable for several hours.
Fortunately, Ryan has become a retailese expert, plus we were nice to the return desk people and didn't want a full return, so it was as easy as finding the correct ink.
That was the start of an upturn in the evening: exchanged ink without a fuss; looked for something at Toys R' Us and enjoyed the visit immensely despite not being to find it; found the perfect thing at the candy/stuffed animal store in the mall; got to sit in a couple of nice cars being displayed in the mall and daydream about the future a little bit; came home to find that today's photo has been reblogged; back felt better; started making a breakfast-dinner with Ryan.
Then we discovered that we only had enough eggs for the pancakes but not to eat, the bacon took forever to cook and never got very chewy let alone crispy, and my pancake skills were just in the basement and I kept burning or messing them up in several fun ways.
Not to mention the people drama going on all over the place that I can't even begin to get into.
I'm done. I need a vacation. I need the world to just STOP for a day--ONE DAY--so I can catch my breath and find my way back to the driver's seat instead of being tied up and gagged in the trunk.
Oy...
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
.....WAH.
So...today kinda sucked.
It was a gorgeous day. Sun shining, wind blowing, fifty freaking degrees...bee-yootiful.
Then I got to work and Boss Lady told me that, due to personnel juggling in the district, I'm being transferred to the Ireland Road store.
D:
I love my store. I love my regulars. I love my co-workers beyond belief.
I have never even visited the Ireland store once, couldn't tell you what it looks like, barely know one or two people who work there, and the store manager kinda scares me.
NO WANNA GO.
I only had a five hour shift, which I spent moping about with Shift D, who is also getting transferred. Then I went home, where I ate pizza and drank booze and hung out with roommates, Ryan, and our friend/co-worker AD who I'm going to miss the CRAP out of.
COUNTING BLESSINGS:
[o] My roommates BJ is getting transferred to my current store. He is going to love it, and I am honestly and truly happy for him.
[o] I got to take some good pictures of Ryan's Valentine's flowers yesterday, and edit some of them today before work. Always relaxing and rewarding.
[o] Came home to find that they were very popular with both friends and complete strangers, and two of them were even reblogged by complete strangers! Complete strangers shared my art with the world! That is so rewarding I can't even put words to it.
[o] Had a great time hanging out with some of my favorite people.
[o] Ryan did a ton of laundry and cleaning that I haven't been up to due to immense exhaustion.
[o] Tomorrow is my day off. I am going to clean and bake and photoedit and visit my store and STUFF.
....bed now.
It was a gorgeous day. Sun shining, wind blowing, fifty freaking degrees...bee-yootiful.
Then I got to work and Boss Lady told me that, due to personnel juggling in the district, I'm being transferred to the Ireland Road store.
D:
I love my store. I love my regulars. I love my co-workers beyond belief.
I have never even visited the Ireland store once, couldn't tell you what it looks like, barely know one or two people who work there, and the store manager kinda scares me.
NO WANNA GO.
I only had a five hour shift, which I spent moping about with Shift D, who is also getting transferred. Then I went home, where I ate pizza and drank booze and hung out with roommates, Ryan, and our friend/co-worker AD who I'm going to miss the CRAP out of.
COUNTING BLESSINGS:
[o] My roommates BJ is getting transferred to my current store. He is going to love it, and I am honestly and truly happy for him.
[o] I got to take some good pictures of Ryan's Valentine's flowers yesterday, and edit some of them today before work. Always relaxing and rewarding.
[o] Came home to find that they were very popular with both friends and complete strangers, and two of them were even reblogged by complete strangers! Complete strangers shared my art with the world! That is so rewarding I can't even put words to it.
[o] Had a great time hanging out with some of my favorite people.
[o] Ryan did a ton of laundry and cleaning that I haven't been up to due to immense exhaustion.
[o] Tomorrow is my day off. I am going to clean and bake and photoedit and visit my store and STUFF.
....bed now.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Really? REALLY?!
Today was dumb.
It's Christmas vacation. Shopping is over. The first available day to redeem gift cards or return gifts has passed. Why were we swamped?!
And everyone was just dumb and rude for no reason and petty! AUGH.
One customer--a regular who doesn't seem to like anybody--came through in the middle of a particularly bad rush. She was rung up wrong by accident, then I hit the wrong button when showing the register person how to refund. The regular and her boyfriend screamed at me in outrage. I apologized and refunded them correctly, then returned to the fray.
...they then called another barista, one who has no power over us whatsoever, on her personal phone, to bitch about us. Not to try and get us in trouble, not to actually resolve anything or make sure a higher-up knows we done wrong, but just to complain about an honest mistake that was completely fixed.
...what.
I don't currently have a photo link to share because I don't have a photo yet. I took some this morning of the awesome clock Mom gave me for Christmas, but I'm not even sure how they turned out yet, let alone if I want to put one online. We'll see.
Tomorrow I close. The next day is six hours, followed by a 5 1/2 hour day, followed by both New Years days off. Also, our mixer should be arriving in the mail tomorrow. Glee!
Now, to SLEEP!
It's Christmas vacation. Shopping is over. The first available day to redeem gift cards or return gifts has passed. Why were we swamped?!
And everyone was just dumb and rude for no reason and petty! AUGH.
One customer--a regular who doesn't seem to like anybody--came through in the middle of a particularly bad rush. She was rung up wrong by accident, then I hit the wrong button when showing the register person how to refund. The regular and her boyfriend screamed at me in outrage. I apologized and refunded them correctly, then returned to the fray.
...they then called another barista, one who has no power over us whatsoever, on her personal phone, to bitch about us. Not to try and get us in trouble, not to actually resolve anything or make sure a higher-up knows we done wrong, but just to complain about an honest mistake that was completely fixed.
...what.
I don't currently have a photo link to share because I don't have a photo yet. I took some this morning of the awesome clock Mom gave me for Christmas, but I'm not even sure how they turned out yet, let alone if I want to put one online. We'll see.
Tomorrow I close. The next day is six hours, followed by a 5 1/2 hour day, followed by both New Years days off. Also, our mixer should be arriving in the mail tomorrow. Glee!
Now, to SLEEP!
Friday, December 17, 2010
Why Did I Do It? WHY?!
Here's the list again:
[x] put check in the mail
[x] pick up packages from post office (hopefully avoid surly lady who was rude to me last time >.<)
[o] buy printer paper and ink
[o] print off at least one copy of Found and see if I'm up for editing it
[/] balance all the money records, which includes moving the messy pile of receipts and things from the right side of my desk to the folders they belong in
[o] discuss the last few presents with Ryan once he arrives home
[o] call Dad while rest of house is raiding, because it has been TOO DAMNED LONG since we had a successful phone call
[o] attempt to wrap some of the presents we already have...may need Ryan's help for this >.<
The first one was easy, of course--open mail box, place envelope inside, move "Outgoing" post-it from inside to outside of box, close and lock it. The second was...harder. The third didn't happen for much the same reason the second was difficult.
I'm a dumb today. I thought I could just run out to the Post Office and Best Buy on the first day of the last weekend before Christmas.
The Post Office. And Best Buy.
WHERE WAS MY BRAIN.
I hit the PO right around noon-thirty, and left without even parking...because there was nowhere to park. The tiny station nearest my house, where our packages live if we miss them being delivered, has maybe fifteen spots. And every single one was taken, with a line of cars waiting for the next available one. I missed my chance for one, circled around to maybe get back in line, and realized there was no way anyone was going to let me in.
So I left to go to Best Buy. I figured it might not be so bad, I wasn't shopping for fancy items like phones or iPods or games or even movies, I just wanted some paper and ink.
The place was packed, and the line...just thinking about it now makes me shudder. I walked in, looked at the line, turned and walked out. Just...it wasn't going to happen.
By this time it was past one, so I tried the Post Office again and was elated to see that it was back to normal...well, more or less, it is still the holiday season. But there was a spot--more than one, even!--and the line wasn't out the door, so I'm glad for that. I'm also glad that, although Madame Postal Worker was indeed working, I was lucky enough to not have to go to her line to pick up my packages. I can't promise that I would have been able to not remind her of our last interaction and point out that I in no way deserved the attitude she gave me and rant rant rant okay I'm done.
Two packages! From mothers! Woo!
I opened the one from mine since I knew Mom had also stuck in a book I had asked her to send along. Three prettily wrapped presents now sit on a side table, waiting patiently. I can't wait! Eee!
Anyway...because the paper and printer ink were not procured today, I won't be printing or pondering my...novel. If the traffic remains as bad as it was today (I didn't even mention the driving, did I? That's because the entire entry would be nothing but cuss words and all-caps and there might be a broken keyboard at the end of it), the whole thing may have to wait until after the holidays. And, if that's the case, I may just have to start on the next story, because it is ITCHING to get out of my fingers at this point.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I still have to put my papers in order, and then I may spend the rest of the afternoon until Ryan gets home either starting on the new story or playing WoW or reading or...oh, I'll find something.
[x] put check in the mail
[x] pick up packages from post office (hopefully avoid surly lady who was rude to me last time >.<)
[o] buy printer paper and ink
[o] print off at least one copy of Found and see if I'm up for editing it
[/] balance all the money records, which includes moving the messy pile of receipts and things from the right side of my desk to the folders they belong in
[o] discuss the last few presents with Ryan once he arrives home
[o] call Dad while rest of house is raiding, because it has been TOO DAMNED LONG since we had a successful phone call
[o] attempt to wrap some of the presents we already have...may need Ryan's help for this >.<
The first one was easy, of course--open mail box, place envelope inside, move "Outgoing" post-it from inside to outside of box, close and lock it. The second was...harder. The third didn't happen for much the same reason the second was difficult.
I'm a dumb today. I thought I could just run out to the Post Office and Best Buy on the first day of the last weekend before Christmas.
The Post Office. And Best Buy.
WHERE WAS MY BRAIN.
I hit the PO right around noon-thirty, and left without even parking...because there was nowhere to park. The tiny station nearest my house, where our packages live if we miss them being delivered, has maybe fifteen spots. And every single one was taken, with a line of cars waiting for the next available one. I missed my chance for one, circled around to maybe get back in line, and realized there was no way anyone was going to let me in.
So I left to go to Best Buy. I figured it might not be so bad, I wasn't shopping for fancy items like phones or iPods or games or even movies, I just wanted some paper and ink.
The place was packed, and the line...just thinking about it now makes me shudder. I walked in, looked at the line, turned and walked out. Just...it wasn't going to happen.
By this time it was past one, so I tried the Post Office again and was elated to see that it was back to normal...well, more or less, it is still the holiday season. But there was a spot--more than one, even!--and the line wasn't out the door, so I'm glad for that. I'm also glad that, although Madame Postal Worker was indeed working, I was lucky enough to not have to go to her line to pick up my packages. I can't promise that I would have been able to not remind her of our last interaction and point out that I in no way deserved the attitude she gave me and rant rant rant okay I'm done.
Two packages! From mothers! Woo!
I opened the one from mine since I knew Mom had also stuck in a book I had asked her to send along. Three prettily wrapped presents now sit on a side table, waiting patiently. I can't wait! Eee!
Anyway...because the paper and printer ink were not procured today, I won't be printing or pondering my...novel. If the traffic remains as bad as it was today (I didn't even mention the driving, did I? That's because the entire entry would be nothing but cuss words and all-caps and there might be a broken keyboard at the end of it), the whole thing may have to wait until after the holidays. And, if that's the case, I may just have to start on the next story, because it is ITCHING to get out of my fingers at this point.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I still have to put my papers in order, and then I may spend the rest of the afternoon until Ryan gets home either starting on the new story or playing WoW or reading or...oh, I'll find something.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
.....Ergh.
If you look at my word count at nanowrimo.org, you will see a number. 17,896. It's a nice number. It's a large number.
Unfortunately, it's a lie.
When I opened my laptop today, I did not have 17,896 words in my novel file. I had, and have, 16,880.
The other 1,016?
Eaten be evil elves.
Swallowed by sinister spies.
Deleted by diabolical devils.
Gone.
I discovered this on my first ten minute break of my six hour shift--shorter because of the two-hour Holiday Meeting about the new holiday merchandise, how to create World Class Service that means Just Saying Yes when the customer starts making a fuss, and how We The Partners are so Very Important and that's why we move you around like pawns without Those Inconvenient Emotions--and almost broke into tears. I had to hold my breath and concentrate for much longer than I'd like to admit. I also had to resist throwing my cell phone at the wall.
It's not a hard scene to rewrite. The part I liked best about it, I remember quite well. Hell, the rest of it will probably come out better this time around.
It's the time lost. It's the elation gone. It's the bubble busted.
My mother commented a few posts back, suggesting that I abandon the word count if it was causing me grief. I'll be honest, the word count is important to me--but it's not what my aim is. It's just a way of measuring my novel so I can participate with the community of other writers who are attempting this challenge. My aim is to finish a book, whether it's 50K, 80K, or 30K.
But finishing it isn't just about finishing a book. It's about finishing a book. It's about knowing that I did it, knowing that I Worked Hard and Finished Something.
It's the finished product, and the finishing.
Both of which are made that much harder when a thousand words are consumed by conniving....connivers.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I still have quite a bit of this day left to drown in this glass of wine...
Unfortunately, it's a lie.
When I opened my laptop today, I did not have 17,896 words in my novel file. I had, and have, 16,880.
The other 1,016?
Eaten be evil elves.
Swallowed by sinister spies.
Deleted by diabolical devils.
Gone.
I discovered this on my first ten minute break of my six hour shift--shorter because of the two-hour Holiday Meeting about the new holiday merchandise, how to create World Class Service that means Just Saying Yes when the customer starts making a fuss, and how We The Partners are so Very Important and that's why we move you around like pawns without Those Inconvenient Emotions--and almost broke into tears. I had to hold my breath and concentrate for much longer than I'd like to admit. I also had to resist throwing my cell phone at the wall.
It's not a hard scene to rewrite. The part I liked best about it, I remember quite well. Hell, the rest of it will probably come out better this time around.
It's the time lost. It's the elation gone. It's the bubble busted.
My mother commented a few posts back, suggesting that I abandon the word count if it was causing me grief. I'll be honest, the word count is important to me--but it's not what my aim is. It's just a way of measuring my novel so I can participate with the community of other writers who are attempting this challenge. My aim is to finish a book, whether it's 50K, 80K, or 30K.
But finishing it isn't just about finishing a book. It's about finishing a book. It's about knowing that I did it, knowing that I Worked Hard and Finished Something.
It's the finished product, and the finishing.
Both of which are made that much harder when a thousand words are consumed by conniving....connivers.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I still have quite a bit of this day left to drown in this glass of wine...
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