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| Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009 | | 11:32 am |
| | Wednesday, November 11th, 2009 | | 4:38 pm |
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| | Tuesday, November 10th, 2009 | | 6:41 pm |
| | Saturday, October 24th, 2009 | | 8:25 pm |
| | Tuesday, October 20th, 2009 | | 8:14 pm |
| | Wednesday, October 14th, 2009 | | 8:15 pm |
| | Monday, October 12th, 2009 | | 6:47 pm |
WHEEEE!
Story of my life: Hell week begins anew. I'm officially Human Resources now - and so it begins. Swamped at work between trying to keep it together and getting all the hiring work done that needs to be done, never mind anything else. But there is else. Much else. Mother wants me to go to Florida to use a half-a-ticket that I have left over that I didn't spend for Christmas. So she wanted me to take the last weekend in October - AKA Halloween. But I mean, there isn't no way I'm going to miss my Halloween, preferably, EVEN IF my brother has a concert on that Friday (for whatever reason) - not that I even care to see Mother or my brother, either anyhow. Meanwhile, my Uncle is calling me (or rather, my dad - he doesn't have my number, apparently) cause he wants to clean out their entire garage, where I have stuff stored, in order to get the cars in for winter and all that. His brainy idea is clean out the ENTIRE garage. I am to either take or pitch anything that belongs to my branch of the family, namely stuff that is mine, Mother's, or my brother's. Naturally, Mother has instructed me not to touch her stuff at all >.> So, the plan is, for my part, to take what of my stuff that I can and thats it. Naturally, my work schedule is too prohibitive for this shit (not that I WANT to move stuff around either, given that there whouldn't be anyone to help me there either). Naturally, my plate whould be pretty full with both family bullshit and work bullshit, but no. I also have RELATIONSHIP bullshit too (of course, when it rains it fucking pours aight). Long story is: Juanita and I broke up, which is all well and good but now the shit really hits the fan as I had both phone and computer with her, both of which she wants back. So I have to contend with her as well. Bright spot, that really overshadows all this is a new burgeoning relationship (another Amber if you can believe - please don't analyze that xD) that is going very well and I am very happy about. sigh. Its always everything at once. Never fails. Current Mood:  cold | | Thursday, October 8th, 2009 | | 9:34 am |
| | Friday, October 2nd, 2009 | | 7:56 pm |
| | Tuesday, September 15th, 2009 | | 9:23 pm |
| | Thursday, September 10th, 2009 | | 3:46 pm |
| | Monday, September 7th, 2009 | | 10:35 pm |
The usual nonsense
Well, Halloween is fast approaching (not fast enough!); the first of the Halloween stuff is coming in, and apparently will be on the shelves later on this week. Amusingly, something arrived called 'Box of Boogers' - on the case it was marked "fragile" xD If you haven't heard of Zhu Zhu Pets, you've clearly been living under a rock - they're basically the hottest thing ever, and no place on earth can even keep them in stock. The less-than-$10 individual hamsters are going for 150-ish on eBay and the like. Oh also, did I mention? They're a horrifically lame toy. Speaking of other stupidity, my cell phone crashed pretty horrifically the other day. Because it recieved 30 txts at once. Because it recieved 30 OLD txts at once. Yeah, something REALLY went wrong and it sent me monthes old txts and then proceeded to fail to respond. My shoes continue to get worse. I think I'm just going to buy new ones thissweek cause this is getting ridiculous. I mean, I'm literally walking sock-to-floor here. So I don't know. My dad was supposed to buy me new ones but you know how that goes - and I feel bad pressuring him about something like that anyway. He complains SO MUCH about not having any money. Of course, there's the debacle of house renovations in play, and as well he's paying for Mother to go to school. Well, thats not entirely accurate. He's paying for Mother's car insurance, which is the lesser of the two evils so that Mother can afford to go back to school, for cooking no less. Creditors looking for Mother called me at work today. Of course, there's a couple problems with that, the least of which being how they even got my number, at work. NO ONE has that number. So someone must have ratted me out, as it were. And they're going to be in a lot of trouble if I find out whom that person is. I can't have them calling me there, I can't afford to get in trouble at work - not now; they just offered me a full-time position. So I called Mother and told her - she claims that she's been paying them (the person on the phone claimed otherwise, of course) - to call them and then call me back. She never called me back. Instead, she calls my dad and cows him into paying it, cause she hasn't been and said car is now in danger of being repo'ed. So now he's steamed at me (cause I thought to tell her about it, apparently) - but like I care, I CANNOT have them calling me at work. Period. Current Mood:  angry | | Friday, September 4th, 2009 | | 9:33 pm |
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| | Wednesday, August 26th, 2009 | | 11:34 am |
| | Sunday, August 23rd, 2009 | | 12:02 am |
oh man its been TWO months. What the hell have I been doing? My dad insists on using paper bags - they apparently have better "reusability" (but for what, I can't imagine) | | Saturday, August 22nd, 2009 | | 7:50 pm |
| | Wednesday, July 15th, 2009 | | 12:55 pm |
| | Monday, June 22nd, 2009 | | 4:45 pm |
Eat and run
So if this was a race, and sometimes it feels like it, or a competition, I'd be, now, even further behind. You may recall, my asperation is to be a teacher - but I've kinda stalled that for now in favor of work-work. My step-brother, unable to find graphic arts work, has gotten a teaching job (sorry if you've been following the blog and this is rehash to you). So, of course, it became "why don't you do what your step-brother is doing? Look at him, he's teaching. He got this teaching job." Yeah, like I need that pressure. Well, now, it gets worse. Him and his girlfriend are getting married. Perhaps not as overt as the "get a job" pressure, again, I'm going to be underneath on this one - he's beat me to success again, outpaced me. And so, I'm losing to him once again. Like I need the pressure >.> I have enough to worry about. I'm going to get a fucking ulcer. And don't get me wrong I AM scared of marriage - I'm scared that I'm not ready for it, I'm scared that I WON'T be ready for it. I mean, I am hopelessly buried in debt and directionless. And I don't know that I can or want to get out of that. I mean, the desire to get married someday and the desire to get my life together are not the same desire. I don't have a time limit or anything, I don't need one imposed on me, thanks. My Aunt has had the drip for a while now, running nose and all that. Except, it won't go away. Turns out, it was like a flu at all. Nope, in fact, her skull had cracked and BRAIN FLUID was leaking out through her nose. And if THAT doesn't blow your, well, mind, its only a day surgery, up through her nose, to fix it. Hardly a major procedure at all. The wonders of medical science, I tell you o.O Its been so unbelieveably fucking hot. I hate it. I am sweating to death. I made employee of the month. Which I'm very proud of. Didn't think I'd get it. But I do my best there and I think I'm humble and lovable so its worked out. It gets me recognition, of course, but also a 10 dollar Dairy Queen gift card. So, awesome. Its also the first paycheck in the last two months that I'm not in the red. So maybe things are coming together again. I got a very good employee review (been there almost a year, already, hard to believe and - frankly - kinda scary) and a "large" raise. Also good. My dad's grandmother's sister passed but in Florida so instead of a funeral, we went to the memorial service up here. Which was kinda nice. My dad's cousin was there, he's pretty cool - they grew up together (he's the son of the deceased). Anyway, there were some cool stories swapped and the like. It was held at this Babtist Church - the one that, way back in the days of forced visitation my dad took my brother and I to. Wow, talk about old wounds there. My dad is still angry about the stink we made about it - but honestly - I'm still angry about being taken. What gives him the right to drag us to church? He complained that he nearly lost his visitation rights after that - goddamn right he nearly lost his visitation rights! How in the hell is going to church family bonding? Give me a fucking break! So yeah. I have no idea what he's so angry about, as usual he's derranged. He thinks that my brother was the one who complained to, but in fact, I was the one who complained! I was insulted that he whould do such a thing, to think that it was within his right to do so. Current Mood: hotCurrent Music: clickclackmoo |
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