| well now. |
[Apr. 4th, 2004|06:01 pm] |
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| | danielson family - nice of me | ] |
I haven't made a real update in a long time, so here it goes.
I now have a much better job that I love. It's so nice to be able to get up to go to the bathroom without having to report it to your manager. I can't believe I lasted in that sweat shop for as long as I did.
My main worries these days are apartment-al and car-like. I'm torn between a new volkswagen ($$$$$) and a used focus ($$). Either option ends up costing me money in the end, of course, but I'd like to have SOMETHING left after my paycheck...
Ugh. I'm so boring.
zzz... |
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[Apr. 1st, 2004|09:29 pm] |
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| | paul oakenfold - summersault | ] |
You are a MASTER of the English language!
While your English is not exactly perfect,
you are still more grammatically correct than
just about every American. Still, there is
always room for improvement...
How grammatically sound are you?
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[Feb. 14th, 2004|10:51 pm] |
Hello everyone! This is Richard! I have stoled Greg's computer. Gwar-har-har. I can be reached at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) zebraic where you get all my thoughts and witty observations. Greg is the shiznit, but you folks knew this.
I'm normally not this lame. |
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| non sequitur |
[Jan. 20th, 2004|08:54 pm] |
it's the kind of thing that haunts you.
not sitting on top of your head, or next to you, but lurking not far behind. it doesn't make itself known very often, but then again, it doesn't need to.
it's the way you were - the person you were - and the person they were, and the way that it was all wrong. you had it all wrong.
but it's not that, and it's not then, rather it's the things that were wrong then that are still with you, and probably with them.
but more importantly, it's over, and that's really all that matters. but i'm glad it's not totally gone, because if it were i'd be less of a person.
forgive this offense against sensibility. it's not for you, but for me.
:O* |
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[Jan. 12th, 2004|08:33 pm] |
oh fun! i just LOVE work!
::sob sob - swig::
(that was for you sunday...)
i've recently gone apeshit with buying things. i really need to stop. i just don't have any ROOM IN MY FREAKING ROOM. it's CRAZY.
let's see... other random thoughts.
oh, i decided i hate work and i'm quitting and going to grad school, like, tomorrow. now i just have to GET IN.
and oh man, i can't wait til i get a freakin' apartment. i just can't wait...
that requires a raise, though. hopefully i'll be able to finagle (sp... oh the sp) one tomorrow when i talk to my insane, midgit boss.
i need to update my website, it needs to be cleaned, but i somehow forgot how to, so things are stuck online. i'm such a tart with html. it just doens't work.
in other news, i've gone through the whole entire day, getting up at 6.30, working for 8.5 hours and coming home and now it's almost 9 and my arm STILL smells like soap. GOD DAMN IT i love that.
i also had a weird dream last night. sunday and i were jogging to burger king, and she was dressed like the daughter from 'the family guy.' when we go to the intersection she said that we had to raise our arms, join them and splay our fingers out to 'cool-down.' i have NO FUCKING IDEA what that means...
i gave r sake for his birthday. i think it pleased him. now he is back at school and i'm back to being jealous that he gets to be an undergrad.
ick. ramble-ish post. is this a mirror of my fractured, tired mind? only the shadow knows...
:OP |
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| god damn it |
[Jan. 4th, 2004|04:56 pm] |
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| | various songs by the cure | ] |
so here we are, the sunday before i have to go back to work, and i am totally and completely sick. this is really starting to get on my nerves.
i realized something - when you are in the real world, the only time you really get off from work is around christmas and new years. this proved true this year, as i had this past thursday and friday off, as well as the thursday and friday of last week. that's it kids. we won't get time off for like maybe a whole year. and i know i don't have vacation yet. bastards.
so what did i do with my time off? i had a whole buncha fun, don't get me wrong, but over christmas break i was throat/sneeze/fever sick, and now i am stomach sick (and i will leave it at that). i have yet to throw up (because you are curious - you are...) but every time i turn around too fast i get very, very nauseated. so i don't think i'm going to work monday. i didn't go last monday either. this just blows. i mean, i'll have a day off, and a shipment of b&n.com stuff is coming (yay silmarillion!) so at least i'll have all day to veg and laze, but i need the money and i don't want my boss to think i'm a slacker.
whatever.
today i:
-ate crackers
-watched the beginning of 'maximum overdrive' (must see the whole thing)
-experimented with the cure
-cleaned my room
-at chicken soup
-played videogames
-watched 'viva la bam' - good god i love bam margera....
-will take a significant hack into 'tolkien: author of the century'
pete is coming soon with sick provisions, including ginger ale. i wish i knew how to make ginger ale with real ginger. it seems like it would be more medicinal and what-not.
germs. the little bastards. i just hope i don't have bovine spongiform encephalitis. that would REALLY suck. although i don't think it presents as stomach ailment. it would be very tragic, though.
my mother is reading a book on martha and is her newest critic. i wish people would just get of martha's tail. she's a good thing.
eh. enough. leave me.
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| regime change and kettle corn |
[Jan. 2nd, 2004|11:17 pm] |
communists have the best damn parades ever. i mean, everybody is so into them, and there is so much coordinated flag waving. it's great.
kettle corn is even better than a communist parade. it's popcorn with sugar on it. well, some sort of sugar-like stuff.
so what would be BEST? ... yes, you guessed it, a good old communist parade with kettle corn.
yeah. that really IS all i have to say... |
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[Dec. 19th, 2003|10:35 pm] |
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| | the cure - just like heaven | ] |
does anyone else realize that livejournal kinda feels like the voice-over at the end of 'my so-called life?'
and how great was that show? it's all about jared leto.
looking back at the past few months of my life i realize just how much change i've gone through. i'm not done yet, but i really can't wait for some normalcy.
or not.
sleep.
now is sleep.
mmmmm... |
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| upsey datsey |
[Dec. 13th, 2003|08:29 pm] |
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| | all american rejects - your star | ] |
maybe an update.
yay.
so what's with me these days.
i'm super duper lame, especially in these past few weeks seeing as how i can't stop WORKING. because of the holiday rush, overtime is practically mandatory.
these next two weeks, however, will be more hellish than i could have imagined.
the breakdown: my usual 40 hr/wk + we now get lunch paid for by the boss, but have to WORK THROUGH IT so an extra 2.5 hrs + 2 hrs. overtime 3x's a week + 8 hrs. saturdays + the half hour of lunch
= 56.5 hours a week.
the good news is that is 16.5 hours of overtime a week. that bad news is i will have even less of a life.
on a brighter work note, my boss mentioned again that he wants to promote me after the holiday rush, so i'm psyched. of course, i'll take whatever he gives me, but if it ain't really cooshy, i'm outta there.
otherwise, i'm wretchedly boring.
i've only shopped for 3 of the people i need to this year, and that is just crazy because i have like 743,947,383.7 people to shop for. i'm quite satisfied with the gifts i HAVE purchased, however.
every once and a while i get to break the monotony that is my life by seeing richard or bob. those are good times. highland park is just too far away for its own good. finally, this sunday, i have a day to myself and BOOM ... a blizzard is due. so >:OP |
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[Nov. 24th, 2003|09:19 pm] |
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| | db - saints and sinners | ] |
yay for posting.
i am inspired to post, though there is scant little to post about. weekend was fun. much playing with jasmine, chris, sunday, bob, karena, ursula, paul, karena and richard. a full weekend.
fun job anecdotes-
my manager told me today, as i pleaded a customer's case - and i fucking quote - 'greg, don't connect these people with faces. they're just money.' HA! what a funny funny guy! so funny! let's quit! :OD i'm thinking i have no future in retail. i can't be so calculating. i dunno. it's terrible, the way we treat people. can you really not make the big bucks while still caring? if so, i'll take poverty. ugh. bastards. ice cream bastards all.
in other news, they went around taking a poll of the people at work, seeing if they wanted 'turkey' or 'rice.' now, since it is retail and we have to work the friday after thanksgiving, i assumed that we would be given turkey or rice to eat as compensation. no no no. silly me. the thanksgiving day bonus? it's either a SIXTEEN POUND TURKEY OR A TEN POUND BAG OF FUCKING RICE. . .wtf?
i touched cats and didn't die! max is much more fluffier than he looks! he is the prettiest cat! marlowe is the sweetest! both tried to sleep on us! yay!
benedryl and booze = no good at all.
we went to the absolute best indian restaurant ever. yay.
hmmm... to job hunt or go back to school. the eternal question. i am so lazy and unmotivated that it's pretty much one or the other, so the choice is crucial. grad school kinda rules out apartmentage, mainly because of the $, but maybe not. i dunno. ugh. ugh ugh. blech. ehem.
jasmine and chris need a cat.
richard needs to be bitten so he can know what it feels like.
ursula needs a hug (don't know why).
jenny needs to be present more often.
bob needs a bib.
i need a drink.
g'night. |
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| yay an update~! |
[Nov. 2nd, 2003|01:24 pm] |
hmm... let's see... i haven't updated in a while, so there is a lot to say.
let's divide this into work and play.
work-
i now work at a jewelry company taking orders over the phone. i like it very much, actually, but it is sometimes depressing because the company recently grew by like 110% and hasn't been able to upgrade its infrastructure in turn. basically, people will return things for repair or credit and won't hear from us for months. it's very depressing, being yelled at and cried at by people, but they're not the majority of our clients.
i hope this next thought doesn't make me sound like an ass. i apologize in advance. let's see... how can i say this? the thing about the people i work with is... hmmm. they're all great people. wonderful. kind. funny. but i can't help but think that the majority of them are a few units short of a Value Pac. that, combined with the fact that i have a college degree and am STILL working for hourly wage sort of put me off. if these people weren't wonderful, though, it would be intolerable. it's much more acceptable than starbucks, by far.
play-
this catagory is way too big.
i saw shonen knife! TWICE!
they're really fantatstic. so much more than i was hoping for. they are so funny and bizarre! it's great! their signature gesture is the devil horn thing, which i initially thought was odd until i realized that they are 30 year old mommies. that makes it really fun. the first show i went to was with jenny, sunday and mike. the show as a lot of fun except for the assy people in the crowd, teh volume and the fact that i'm now like 47 and can't stay up past 12 without difficulty. as a matter of fact, on the way home i fell asleep while driving. i guess there is a first time for everything. now i know intimately why they put rumble strips on the road.
the show in new york totally rocked. i went with chris and jasmine. my sentences are turning very hemingway-esque these days. the crowd didn't suck as much as philly, but they were still really fucking odd. several stupid, assy 30 year old hippies made a conga line and pushed in front of everyone to the front of the stage. it was really fucking annoying. then, there was this kid who didn't understand that no matter how hard he tried NO ONE was going mosh, mostly because that's LAME and it's not shonen knife's scene. whatever. stupid ass. he was such an ass.
jasmine and chris have a fabu apartment. i want to live in their closet, but the bathroom is oddly placed. it wouldn't work out.
um... lots more stuff happened. i went to a halloween party that was ok. i think i'm too old for those types of parties. i'd rather chat then mill about and smoke. especially because i don't smoke... i painted ursula's cleavage and she flashed me no less than twice. perhaps we have hit a new plateu in our friendship.
r and i did some stuff. like eating. we eat too much, i think. he came to the party and i think he liked it aside from the fact sunday and i could have been napping and been more entertaining. we stayed over in nb that night, and the cats tried to eat my head. i think they sense my allergies. marlowe occassionally looks at me, very knowingly, and i have to look back sternly saying 'no cat. bad cat. do not jump on my head' with my eyes since cats can only communicate psychically (see: pet psychic).
um.
lots more happened.
oh!
i went to an org workshop this weekend. it was fun, but like all sgi functions, i can't help but think a little more depth as far as doctrine wouldn't hurt.
i think that's it for now. so busy these days! riiiiiiiiiiiight! |
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[Oct. 18th, 2003|01:36 pm] |
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| | garnet crow - nastu no maboroshi | ] |
last night was the first adventure i've had in recent memory. r and i went to fort lee to find a ramen restaurant i've wanted to go to for years, literally. the fun began about 20 or 30 into the trip when we realized i hadn't turned in my visitor pass for my license when we left the campus. so i drove my mother's car, in the rain, unlicensed. but i was ok with that. we would be FINE.
we got to fort lee, which, may i add, is probably the most confusing city in the entire state of new jersey. if you think you know differently, but haven't been to fort lee, trust me, i'm right... through a comedy of wrong turns, we get just a bit lost. by the time we have righted ourselves we're both starving, but at least going in the right direction. right?
wrong. so wrong.
driving around the town, which, for some unexplained reason, was absolutely crawling with police, we pass 'central ave.,' which is the road the restaurant is allegedly on. no dice. the road is short, dark and only has one free-standing, creep chinese restaurant with lots of unmarked mercedes benz in the parking lot. very shady. so we pop out of the parking lot, circle around, get lost in a junkyard, and come to a t intersection.
some people would maintain that i made the decision to turn right. i can't remember that being totally my fault. but needless to say, we did. and that small, dark, totally unassuming road happened to be the onramp for the george washington bridge. NO SIGN WHATSOEVER. and BOOM. we're on the bridge. $6 later, we're in new york.
not being two to pass up an adventure (in all honestly i was a bit frazzled. if i had had my license, i would've been a bit more relaxed.) we decide to just eat in new york. about an hour later we land in the west village and find a nice little japanese cafeteria-style restaurant that really impressed.
all in all a very good night. had it not been raining, i think we would've walked around a bit more. but it was, and it was late, so we headed back to normalcy (nj). and we only got a little lost finding the lincoln tunnel...
funny part of the story: remember when we found 'central ave.' and looked for the restaurant? see that's funny, because the restaurant is on CENTER AVE. funny thing, mapquest...
::sob sob::
actually, i think i needed to get lost last night. i haven't in a while and i don't want to start forgetting what the experience is like. and last night was a great experience. |
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[Oct. 14th, 2003|10:56 pm] |
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| | thank you for being a friend.... | ] |
woohoo! i finally quit work! and i didn't get beaten! i'm just being ignored by my manager! i don't care! she's a git! a smarmy* git! yay!
today i had a 4 hour shift at starbucks. woohoo. i made no less than 30 frappaccinnos. what the fuck, people? i mean, c'mon. it's the fucking fall. don't get a frozen drink. you stupid asses. i hate you all. especially the kids. i hate the kids. always getting frappaccinos.
it was nice to get home at a reasonable hour, although the computer is a time vacuum. finally, i am watching the golden girls! it's been a few weeks since i've watched them! i'm either at work or at r's, which of course, is not bad at all, but i need my golden girl fix.
speaking of r, we spent some time together the other day. i eated corn chowder. naps happened. we watched excel saga. more anime that doesn't put me to sleep! yay! it was good. we've renewed our commitment to banishing seriousness. yay.
i've been stupidly nostalgic, for things i shouldn't be. i wish i could somehow plug into emotions that i had, and reasons that i understood, so that i could remember why things happened the way they did.
anywho. just a few more days at starbucks and then, *poof*! i can become a customer again!
*i officially think smarmy means 'swarthy' and 'bastardalicious.' the dictionary disagrees. i don't care. i will continue to use it incorrectly until the oed is changed.
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[Oct. 13th, 2003|12:22 am] |
jesus fucking christ. i had, perhaps, the worst night at work that anyone has ever had. ever.
ok. picture it. me and three girls working. let's call them girls a through c, c being the shift manager. let the fun begin.
girl a: making a drink for several swarthy gents, gets called 'baby' and is leered at excessively. she looked like she was going to faint she was so upset. said offenders continued to pester us all night, not doing anything that explicitly warranted their ejection from the store (i'm glad. i probably would have been forced to do that, being the only employee in possession of a penis. that's a joke for those of you who don't know me well...)
girl b: finds out her boyfriend has stolen her car, and is forced to call the police on him. later, in another fun episode, she begins to have back spasms and has to go home early.
girl c: due to the stress of the night, and a preexisting medical condition, decides to lock herself in the bathroom, sobbing on the floor for 20 minutes (remember, this is the manager we're talking about). later, she pours scalding coffee down her leg.
it wasn't such a hot night. to top it off, the keys to the store got stuck in the door on the way out, necessitating our combinded efforts for yet another 20 minutes of post-punch-out fun.
i'm totally done.
tomorrow is new job. and i have to quit old job. and decide if i'm even going to go back to old job at all... |
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[Oct. 11th, 2003|03:32 pm] |
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| | mojo - lady : shonen knife - get the wow | ] |
hmm.
i got a new job. i haven't started yet. i'm going in monday. i officially take catalog orders for an imitation diamond corporation. i don't remember if i posted about this before. basically, the ceo told me that he sees 'energy and potential" (?) in me, and, though i'm hideously overqualified, hired me into the entry-level position of call handler with 'the promise of advancement in tandem with your demonstrated success.'
this may all be crap, but at the end of the day, i won't smell like a fr_pp_cc_n_.
r is good n' squishy. that's a good thing. just the only way i can describe him. we went for japaneeeee food last night and a girl i went to high school with was in the restaurant. we both totally ignored each other. it was surreal. i never cared for her anyway. why do i ALWAYS only run into the people i never spoke to? why couldn't i run into people, the current life state of whom i CARED about? meh.
shonen knife babay! i can't wait!
i called myself a 'tart' at work yesterday and got an odd look. must never do that again.
enough for now! |
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| yay update |
[Oct. 7th, 2003|04:55 pm] |
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let's see. what's new...
yesterday was day at work. so so at best. i totally rocked frappaccinos, though. it pissed me off to find out that some guy was hired to be trained as the new shift manager. i've seen him in operation, and i'm not impressed. i could so do a better job than him.
BUT if all goes well, i will not be at starbucks much longer. i interviewed at a company that distributes synthetic diamond jewelry. the owner gave me the usual 'you're way overqualified for this position' spiel, but later seemed excited about the prospect of my moving out of the direct phone work in to higher level sales. that is so incredibly exciting. the pay is nowhere near what i expected it to be, but at least it's more than starbucks, the hours are more regular and it is not as draining.
last night i saw r. we went the fun fancy diner, but he insisted on sitting in smoking bc of the good waitress there. i didn't mind, so much as it was surreal, what with him having just quit. whatev. i had a lot of fun and had a really large and good cheeseburger. my diet is totally shot. i don't care so much.
today was the interview and, yes, MORE r at lunch (panerra! woohoo!). just can't get enough of him. don't tell him though.
hrm. other things happened, i swear. bob is, however, on his way here for dinter, so i must get ready. maybe i'll post again later. |
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[Oct. 5th, 2003|01:26 am] |
so remember when i said my evil, monkey-bastard manager gave me bad hours again? the EXACT same hours? well, that was because i had read THIS WEEK'S SCHEDULE AND THOUGHT IT WAS NEXT WEEK'S. wow. i'm a big, smarmy tart.
so i have great hours next week. much better than i had thought. finally, the vicious cycle is broken! i can see friends again! yay! more time with r! yay!
umm... let's see. what else? last night i unrolled my Gohonzon and enshrined it. it was very cool. i've been waiting for so long to see it. trouble is, i did it alone. normally someone from the org comes for the ceremony. with me having such a hectic schedule, not wanting to clean (being too tired) and not wanting to be like 'hey, mom, pete, do you mind if this total stranger and i go in to my room to have a religious ceremony that involves mono-tonal chanting in japanese?' i just decided that i should do it myself. it's a pretty big breach of protocol, but nothing that bothers me at all, faith-wise. but it is going out of order with org things. this is probably the beginning of a long series of these types of things. the biggest complaint about sgi is that it is too much into the org and not enough into the faith. i have lots of thoughts about this, but here is neither the place, nor is this the time to go in to them. suffice it to say, i had a fantastic experience with the gohonzon enshrined. it totally focused my chanting. now i know why nichiren made these things. :O) so yeah, i'm happy about that. now i just have to call my district leader and be like 'hey, i went ahead and ...' not looking forward to that. he won't care, i'm sure, but he'll probably be all like 'well, it IS best to not be alone ... blah blah.' oh wells. :O)
what else? all i have to talk about these days is work and r. one is less exciting than the other, and i think it's obvious which is which.
i have more fodder for the lesser interesting of the two. work was ok today. it was very very 'meh.' quiet, slow saturday night (WHY oh WHY are saturday nights SO SLOW???). i had a mocha valencia, which has an abnormally high number of shots in it (3 for a venti - normally it's 2 for a venti hot beverage) which was very conducive to my running around like an idiot and talking very fast. mocha valencia is my favorite drink ever. they aren't on the menus anymore, so you have to know a barista who has been around long enough to remember them. very pedantic, pretentious drink.
i've been having lots of odd, sad dreams that i'd rather not be having. i don't want to go in to it at all. please, nobody ask. i just want to put some of these unformed emotions about them down. let's just say i often have dreams about unresolved and unfinished business. and that is absolutely all you guys are going to get out of me at this point.
enough for today. i will leave you with some haiku,
a decaf mocha
frappaccino has no caffeine
my friend...
ma'am, would you like some
whipped cream on your tall
white cafe mocha?
banana nut loaf
is our pastry of the day
try it with latte!
what is this odd smell?
it sits on my clothes for hours.
ah! frappaccino!
though espresso is
still the drink of the masses,
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| TO MAKE ROOM FOR THE TUNAAA! |
[Oct. 4th, 2003|02:05 am] |
bah! work! bastards! foul stinking monkey bastards all!
it was 'eh' today. i had to mop and sweep, which i can do without. my til was about $9 off tonight, but it was all ok because there was an extra $9 (at least) in someone else's.
wtf? how did THAT happen? i don't get it. but they tell me it's ok, so... whatever.
why? why must i work? why was i not born in to money? anyone who KNOWS me knows how much i SHOULD have been born wealthy. something is wrong, i tell you.
tomorrow is going to suck big fat monkey tit(s). i can't stand it. i think i may give notice tomorrow or monday. if my manager is in.
hrm. what else? they made me mop, which i was totally unhappy about. i'm so not a physical labor type person. i hope i just get to clean up the pastry case tomorrow. it's so unfair. everybody gets a job at night. the night jobs are 1) clean the bar 2) clean the pastry case 3) CLEAN THE WHOLE FUCKING STORE INCLUDING THE CAFE, THE STOCK ROOM, THE FLOOR, BEHIND THE COUNTER AND TWO BATHROOMS (TWO WHOLE BATHROOMS!).
wtf? how is that fair? i'd LOVE to know. hopefully there will be some poor, simpering neophyte on tomorrow to whom the chores can be relegated. someone at the store burned their arm on the coffee urn. they pulled the filter out too soon and got scalded. the part that sucks is that the grounds don't come off when you shake them off, the actually cook in to the first layer of your skin. they have to be SCRUBBED off (i'm not lying...). so yeah. that happend to him. i wasn't there. i've never met him. i probably won't any time soon bc he's out on disability now. sucks to be you. SOMEONE didn't read their employee manual!
gah! so fucking tired. and i have to do this all again tomorrow. bah!
r calling me after work = rocks (technically shaun did, but whatev.)
g'night |
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| meh! |
[Oct. 3rd, 2003|01:05 am] |
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| | captain hollywood - more and more (yeah 90's) | ] |
"hi, i'd like a venti caramel spiced pumpkin toffeenut decaf full-foam 2%skinny redeye extracaff blended special reserve mocha frappa lappa ding dong latte, hold the cheese, extra grits... fuck yeah."
so i smell like frappaccino again. the funny part is, i only made one tonight. about 6 hours ago. and i smell like one. still. shoot me. please. if you have a heart, you'll shoot me.
after having such a good time at work last time, i was bummed to discover i am working the SAME DAMN, SUCKY schedule AGAIN this next week. i mean, IDENTICAL. monday morning, closing thursday, friday, saturday and sunday. and to top it off we have a 'store meeting' monday night, so i don't even get monday night to myself. bastards. i'm sure we'll go over the finer points of keeping the sugar fully stocked at the condiment stand. monkey bastards. foul, stinking monkey bastards.
GEGH! i hate you, manager woman.
so now i am thinking maybe i WILL quit sooner than later. i didn't want to have to, but it seems unavoidable now.
in other, better news, the closing tonight was bang on. it only took about 15 minutes past locking the doors, which is in-fucking-credible.
ever get excited about the idea of going to sleep? no no. i don't mean 'oh gee-golly, i'm tired.' i mean 'god fucking damn it, all i want to do is collapse!' that's how i feel. but i'm too jumped up on caffeine to stop moving.
... must ... stop ... moving ...
i've recently been wondering - why didn't i just apply to graduate school IMMEDIATELY? i could have gotten MORE training and gotten a GOOD job. and then, at least, i would have been able to pay my bills AND have some money left over. HO-HUM.
so now i think i'm applying to rutgers. probably. i don't know. part of me also wants to find a japanese language program in japan. that's perhaps too $$$ though.
i think i'm done for now. to make myself feel better, perhaps i will finally watch 'c.h.u.d.'
g'night. |
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| open mic |
[Oct. 2nd, 2003|02:00 am] |
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| | rufus - he ain't heavy, he's my brother & toto - africa | ] |
never underestimate the power of caffeine.
today was great. i got to see richard (no, i can't call him 'rich'). we had a lot of fun that included a nap, octopi and open mic (+ latte! mmm... latte...). according to some weird man at the cafe who smelled a little too much like booze we are 'buddies' (richard and i). i think that's hillarious. if you read this (which you won't because you don't give a crap about my feelings) you should know your singing rocks. as does your guitar playing. and that i had a lot of fun. but i think you like spicy scallops too much. way too much.
oh and i found out something interesting (well, to me). the juzu (prayer beads) that my sensei gave me ARE, in fact, sandalwood. i'm so touched. sandalwood is not cheap. they smell so nice. very earthy. i love that woman. i hope we can get together again soon.
ugh. i'm so tired. bed soon. |
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