So, I kind of hated the new sup at first, but then he seemed nice so I kind of didn't, but now I kind of do again because it's becoming readily apparent that he is totally incompetant (before I had kind of just written it off to being new, but he's finally started doing a ton of stuff that I KNOW he should know better than to do by now).
First off, he apparently assigns things for me to do, and then just doesn't tell me.
Secondly, he does not cross off things that are done, so I start doing them and then realize they are done and have wasted my time. This makes me not want to start doing things out of my own initiative, so I end up not getting done things not done either, because I don't know what to effing do or not.
Today he finally did assign me something (GLS), and it pissed me off. First off, he wrote the note in this totally condescending way, "you will find the cd's you need in section" "shelve the ones you take down," etc. etc. when I'm the one who fuckin' told him that and taught him how to do GLS in the first place! Also, if he had just written a note that said, "do the GLS" or something, I would've checked in the cage to see if there was anything in there needed for GLS, since he wrote it like that, I assumed all the cd's I needed were in section for some reason (once in awhile people just go ahead and shelve GLS or we get a late shipment or something) and didn't even check. So..... yeah, after awhile I realized I was missing an awful lot of crap for what I was doing, went back to the cage, and BAM! two whole boxes of unkeepered boxes of CD's with GLS written boldly on the side. I HATE THE WORLD.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
I should not have to work today! Reason: had pimp skitters on my day off. The WHOLE day.
There should also be a rule that if I ever go home sick because of colitis, that it's excused as long as I can come up with a funny euphemism for diahrea. I HAVE HUNDREDS!
There should also be a rule that if I ever go home sick because of colitis, that it's excused as long as I can come up with a funny euphemism for diahrea. I HAVE HUNDREDS!
Monday, July 10, 2006
So today sucked. The colitis was like whoa. I'd planned to get out and get some groceries and/or a lamp, but didn't really do that. I did go to lunch with Optpri, though, as she was nearby (oh, who am I kidding, she's always nearby, it is just awesome to have lunch with her). She made me do a spit-take, which is probably the first time ever. It was pretty disgusting, spraying my rootbeer all over, but she said that actually it made her happy because now she can say she's made someone do that.
Other than that I didn't really go out at all. I like that the colitis didn't act up at work, in that I probably would've had to go home or just wasted payroll hours going to the bathroom over and over, and making people cover for me at reg. But... it sucks to use up my day off doing painful toilet time.
Other than that I didn't really go out at all. I like that the colitis didn't act up at work, in that I probably would've had to go home or just wasted payroll hours going to the bathroom over and over, and making people cover for me at reg. But... it sucks to use up my day off doing painful toilet time.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
So I went into bed bath and beyond looking for a lamp, and ended up with an endtable. I probably could've gotten one cheaper at walmart or something, but I just wanted to buy it and get it up, because I'm tired of putting my fan on a pile of boxes at night, and BBB is right next to where I work. Also, I wish I'd talked to my parents before I went there, as unbeknownst to me, they had a 20% off coupon for BBB. D'oh.
Also, I think it's meant to be that I call the Love Shack the Love Shack, as the reason I started calling it that in the first place is I heard it on the radio not too long after I moved in, and in BBB it started playing again. Fate, man. Fate.
Also, I think it's meant to be that I call the Love Shack the Love Shack, as the reason I started calling it that in the first place is I heard it on the radio not too long after I moved in, and in BBB it started playing again. Fate, man. Fate.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
So today sucked so bad. I meant to do some shopping after work (groceries/lamp), but well... that didn't get done. I went out to dinner with my parents and sister instead (they paid) and then suffering from a severe bought of what I like to call "lady troubles" and depression over my car, I just went home.
Oh yeah, that's right, I fucked up my car. There's this kind of parking lot-ish thing behind the love shack that opens out into a narrow alley. For some stupid reason there's a little railing along the one side of the alley. But who knows why? It's not that high, so obviously it doesn't keep anything away from anything or screen anyone's view of anything. Anyway, this all takes a lot of manuvering to get in and out of because of the rail, various trees, and this big-ass van that never seems to not be in the lot. And manuvering is not my strong point.
I managed to run into the railing. Not because I wasn't looking, but because I got so close to it I couldn't figure out how to get back away from it, every attempt I made just made it worse until I ended up popping out my hubcap. Oh, and also, I didn't notice this until my dad pointed it out, but I really fucked up the bottom side of the car as well, which will be a lot harder to repair than some dumb hubcap.
This is why I should not be allowed to drive a car.
Anyway some nice ladies (I think from the house next door) helped me out with it, but I was still late to work and bitter. So anyway, I'm parking on the street now. Stay tuned for the accident I next have attempting to parallel park.
Oh, and of course I called ahead to work to tell them what was going on, and someone told TII what I did, because he comes up with this superior smirk and is like, "how do you get stuck on a rail?"
And I was like, "I KNOW I SUCK AT DRIVING, OKAY?? THE PIECES OF MY HUBCAP I HAVE SITTING IN MY PASSENGER SEAT RIGHT NOW ARE MORE THAN AMPLE AS A REMINDER." And then he tries to backpedal, saying he knows lots of bad drivers, including his ex wife.
Okay...... he tries to make me feel better by comparing me to the woman who has made him hate the world. THANKS. Not what I needed to brighten my day. Especially since he's clearly still fixated on the woman. They've been divorced for years now, but he still constantly finds excuses to bring her up, such as this conversation.
In lighter news: my parents got me drunk and then we went to target to look at George Foreman grills, the day before yesterday. I forgot to blog it, but it's actually kind of amusing.
Oh yeah, that's right, I fucked up my car. There's this kind of parking lot-ish thing behind the love shack that opens out into a narrow alley. For some stupid reason there's a little railing along the one side of the alley. But who knows why? It's not that high, so obviously it doesn't keep anything away from anything or screen anyone's view of anything. Anyway, this all takes a lot of manuvering to get in and out of because of the rail, various trees, and this big-ass van that never seems to not be in the lot. And manuvering is not my strong point.
I managed to run into the railing. Not because I wasn't looking, but because I got so close to it I couldn't figure out how to get back away from it, every attempt I made just made it worse until I ended up popping out my hubcap. Oh, and also, I didn't notice this until my dad pointed it out, but I really fucked up the bottom side of the car as well, which will be a lot harder to repair than some dumb hubcap.
This is why I should not be allowed to drive a car.
Anyway some nice ladies (I think from the house next door) helped me out with it, but I was still late to work and bitter. So anyway, I'm parking on the street now. Stay tuned for the accident I next have attempting to parallel park.
Oh, and of course I called ahead to work to tell them what was going on, and someone told TII what I did, because he comes up with this superior smirk and is like, "how do you get stuck on a rail?"
And I was like, "I KNOW I SUCK AT DRIVING, OKAY?? THE PIECES OF MY HUBCAP I HAVE SITTING IN MY PASSENGER SEAT RIGHT NOW ARE MORE THAN AMPLE AS A REMINDER." And then he tries to backpedal, saying he knows lots of bad drivers, including his ex wife.
Okay...... he tries to make me feel better by comparing me to the woman who has made him hate the world. THANKS. Not what I needed to brighten my day. Especially since he's clearly still fixated on the woman. They've been divorced for years now, but he still constantly finds excuses to bring her up, such as this conversation.
In lighter news: my parents got me drunk and then we went to target to look at George Foreman grills, the day before yesterday. I forgot to blog it, but it's actually kind of amusing.
Friday, July 07, 2006
Mulva: Living alone has made you antisocial.
Me: this is only the second day....
Mulva: It's happening quickly. She's already started calling the appartement the "sniper's nest"
Me: I prefer spiderhole. Though seriously, I'm calling it the love shack.
TII: You shouldn't call it that.
Me: Why?
TII: I don't think your parents will appreciate it.
Me: My parents full well know how little I am loved.
Then Renegade just starts laughing from halfway across the room.
Me: this is only the second day....
Mulva: It's happening quickly. She's already started calling the appartement the "sniper's nest"
Me: I prefer spiderhole. Though seriously, I'm calling it the love shack.
TII: You shouldn't call it that.
Me: Why?
TII: I don't think your parents will appreciate it.
Me: My parents full well know how little I am loved.
Then Renegade just starts laughing from halfway across the room.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
I LOVE CABLE INTERNET.
The only problem, though, is now that I have the new computer set up and the cable interweb set up, I don't want to do anything else. Ever.
Which presents me with some difficulties in setting up the love shack.
Yes, I said it! I called my new appartement the love shack!
I have a feeling, though, that as time wears on and I continue to get no love, the nickname will become increasingly ironic.
Anyway, I'm a lot happier than yesterday. My dad did stay all pissy. And just randomly had a dentist appointment in the middle of the day he didn't tell me about, so they just deposited me at my sister's house for one and a half hours with nothing to do. It's weird, I would've thought my mom would be a jerk about this and my dad cool, but it was kind of opposite. My mom bought me all this stuff, and didn't really help move (bad hip) but wasn't negative..... AND BOUGHT ME ALL THIS STUFF!!!
I have to admit, my dad was right about the couch. Not that it was that heavy, but yes, it was too long to manuever. My new neighbors watched in disbelief as four people frickin' lugged that thing around a curved, steep staircase, only to not be able to get around the corner on the landing into my door. BUT, we did manage it.
I think he meant it as a joke, but one of the neighbors mentioned popping out the ceiling in front of the door. And.... we did. It sucked pretty bad, because a flood of random crap that was up there came down on us, the couch, and the hallway when we did it. And I'm not talking like.... some crap. There is a huge garbage bag at least a fourth full of crap from up there in my trash can right now, which I cleaned up using a broom (not too useful since this was on carpet, but it got some of it) and my vaccuum, which is pretty much a glorified dust buster.
Good times.
But I can say that the shower works fine. AND MY NEW COMPUTER!!!
The only problem, though, is now that I have the new computer set up and the cable interweb set up, I don't want to do anything else. Ever.
Which presents me with some difficulties in setting up the love shack.
Yes, I said it! I called my new appartement the love shack!
I have a feeling, though, that as time wears on and I continue to get no love, the nickname will become increasingly ironic.
Anyway, I'm a lot happier than yesterday. My dad did stay all pissy. And just randomly had a dentist appointment in the middle of the day he didn't tell me about, so they just deposited me at my sister's house for one and a half hours with nothing to do. It's weird, I would've thought my mom would be a jerk about this and my dad cool, but it was kind of opposite. My mom bought me all this stuff, and didn't really help move (bad hip) but wasn't negative..... AND BOUGHT ME ALL THIS STUFF!!!
I have to admit, my dad was right about the couch. Not that it was that heavy, but yes, it was too long to manuever. My new neighbors watched in disbelief as four people frickin' lugged that thing around a curved, steep staircase, only to not be able to get around the corner on the landing into my door. BUT, we did manage it.
I think he meant it as a joke, but one of the neighbors mentioned popping out the ceiling in front of the door. And.... we did. It sucked pretty bad, because a flood of random crap that was up there came down on us, the couch, and the hallway when we did it. And I'm not talking like.... some crap. There is a huge garbage bag at least a fourth full of crap from up there in my trash can right now, which I cleaned up using a broom (not too useful since this was on carpet, but it got some of it) and my vaccuum, which is pretty much a glorified dust buster.
Good times.
But I can say that the shower works fine. AND MY NEW COMPUTER!!!
I LOVE CABLE INTERNET.
The only problem, though, is now that I have the new computer set up and the cable interweb set up, I don't want to do anything else. Ever.
Which presents me with some difficulties in setting up the love shack.
Yes, I said it! I called my new appartement the love shack!
I have a feeling, though, that as time wears on and I continue to get no love, the nickname will become increasingly ironic.
Anyway, I'm a lot happier than yesterday. My dad did stay all pissy. And just randomly had a dentist appointment in the middle of the day he didn't tell me about, so they just deposited me at my sister's house for one and a half hours with nothing to do. It's weird, I would've thought my mom would be a jerk about this and my dad cool, but it was kind of opposite. My mom bought me all this stuff, and didn't really help move (bad hip) but wasn't negative..... AND BOUGHT ME ALL THIS STUFF!!!
I have to admit, my dad was right about the couch. Not that it was that heavy, but yes, it was too long to manuever. My new neighbors watched in disbelief as four people frickin' lugged that thing around a curved, steep staircase, only to not be able to get around the corner on the landing into my door. BUT, we did manage it.
I think he meant it as a joke, but one of the neighbors mentioned popping out the ceiling in front of the door. And.... we did. It sucked pretty bad, because a flood of random crap that was up there came down on us, the couch, and the hallway when we did it. And I'm not talking like.... some crap. There is a huge garbage bag at least a fourth full of crap from up there in my trash can right now, which I cleaned up using a broom (not too useful since this was on carpet, but it got some of it) and my vaccuum, which is pretty much a glorified dust buster.
Good times.
But I can say that the shower works fine. AND MY NEW COMPUTER!!!
The only problem, though, is now that I have the new computer set up and the cable interweb set up, I don't want to do anything else. Ever.
Which presents me with some difficulties in setting up the love shack.
Yes, I said it! I called my new appartement the love shack!
I have a feeling, though, that as time wears on and I continue to get no love, the nickname will become increasingly ironic.
Anyway, I'm a lot happier than yesterday. My dad did stay all pissy. And just randomly had a dentist appointment in the middle of the day he didn't tell me about, so they just deposited me at my sister's house for one and a half hours with nothing to do. It's weird, I would've thought my mom would be a jerk about this and my dad cool, but it was kind of opposite. My mom bought me all this stuff, and didn't really help move (bad hip) but wasn't negative..... AND BOUGHT ME ALL THIS STUFF!!!
I have to admit, my dad was right about the couch. Not that it was that heavy, but yes, it was too long to manuever. My new neighbors watched in disbelief as four people frickin' lugged that thing around a curved, steep staircase, only to not be able to get around the corner on the landing into my door. BUT, we did manage it.
I think he meant it as a joke, but one of the neighbors mentioned popping out the ceiling in front of the door. And.... we did. It sucked pretty bad, because a flood of random crap that was up there came down on us, the couch, and the hallway when we did it. And I'm not talking like.... some crap. There is a huge garbage bag at least a fourth full of crap from up there in my trash can right now, which I cleaned up using a broom (not too useful since this was on carpet, but it got some of it) and my vaccuum, which is pretty much a glorified dust buster.
Good times.
But I can say that the shower works fine. AND MY NEW COMPUTER!!!
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
So I've pretty much decided that I'm going to have to live in my new appartement forever because I NEVER want to move ever again.
Seriously... it's not even the general crappiness associated with moving, it's the crap I'm going through having to try and coordinate people's various schedules and then finding out it doesn't even matter after all, because apparently my Dad has his own plans he's been making this whole time that do not mesh with mine at all.
And he's being so pissy about the whole thing. If I try to do anything that in any way deviates from the way he'd do it, he gets all hostile and then gets mad at me when I get so irritated about the whole thing I finally yell at him. He's especially being a big old girl about this big couch we have in the basement I want to take. It's kind of long, so it's a fairly big couch and he thinks we'll have trouble lifting it. First off, it is not that big. Why he thinks four people can't handle it, I have no idea. Secondly, if four people can't carry it, why does he think any more can help? You can't really fit any more people than that around the couch, and I'm kind of dubious that you can even fit that many. He thinks that Carmax's truck won't fit it, even though Carmax says she's transported a fairly sizeable sofa in it before, and it's no big deal if a little bit of it hangs off as long as most of it's in there. He doesn't want to work on my timetable at all (i.e. he wants to do it early in the morning when I don't want to get up that early, when my sister won't be available (she's taking the afternoon off work to help), and when I had arranged to move in the first place because I thought I was using Carmax's truck and and when Optpri might be available to help. He got mad at me because I didn't pack most of my stuff until tonight.
Basically, it's one big whiney arguement fest, and I have been in a shitty mood all week. I've decided though, that no matter what, I'm getting moved even if the couch has to wait a little while to join me. I'm already paying rent and utilities, my cable internet gets activated on thursday, and I'm damn well going to be over there. Also, the more I'm over there the less I have to stay here and deal with this "ooooooh nooooooooo what are we going to do about the coooooooooooooouch." crap. Which, by the way, didn't start until lately, when I started making plans based on being able to have a couch, even though he's known for like 5 months I'm going to take that couch, so why didn't he think of his stupid ideas to move it that will delay my moving now but wouldn't have delayed us if he thought of them 5 months ago then.
....end of angry rant. Oh, and also, anyone who says I have bad musical taste can bite me! I'm sick of it! And I'm especially not taking any of that shit from someone who likes Coldplay.
Okay, NOW end of angry rant.
Seriously... it's not even the general crappiness associated with moving, it's the crap I'm going through having to try and coordinate people's various schedules and then finding out it doesn't even matter after all, because apparently my Dad has his own plans he's been making this whole time that do not mesh with mine at all.
And he's being so pissy about the whole thing. If I try to do anything that in any way deviates from the way he'd do it, he gets all hostile and then gets mad at me when I get so irritated about the whole thing I finally yell at him. He's especially being a big old girl about this big couch we have in the basement I want to take. It's kind of long, so it's a fairly big couch and he thinks we'll have trouble lifting it. First off, it is not that big. Why he thinks four people can't handle it, I have no idea. Secondly, if four people can't carry it, why does he think any more can help? You can't really fit any more people than that around the couch, and I'm kind of dubious that you can even fit that many. He thinks that Carmax's truck won't fit it, even though Carmax says she's transported a fairly sizeable sofa in it before, and it's no big deal if a little bit of it hangs off as long as most of it's in there. He doesn't want to work on my timetable at all (i.e. he wants to do it early in the morning when I don't want to get up that early, when my sister won't be available (she's taking the afternoon off work to help), and when I had arranged to move in the first place because I thought I was using Carmax's truck and and when Optpri might be available to help. He got mad at me because I didn't pack most of my stuff until tonight.
Basically, it's one big whiney arguement fest, and I have been in a shitty mood all week. I've decided though, that no matter what, I'm getting moved even if the couch has to wait a little while to join me. I'm already paying rent and utilities, my cable internet gets activated on thursday, and I'm damn well going to be over there. Also, the more I'm over there the less I have to stay here and deal with this "ooooooh nooooooooo what are we going to do about the coooooooooooooouch." crap. Which, by the way, didn't start until lately, when I started making plans based on being able to have a couch, even though he's known for like 5 months I'm going to take that couch, so why didn't he think of his stupid ideas to move it that will delay my moving now but wouldn't have delayed us if he thought of them 5 months ago then.
....end of angry rant. Oh, and also, anyone who says I have bad musical taste can bite me! I'm sick of it! And I'm especially not taking any of that shit from someone who likes Coldplay.
Okay, NOW end of angry rant.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
So.... not only am I busy moving, but the interweb is doubly slow lately. I will be very happy to not have this stupid ISP anymore.
I am a little dismayed about the lack of cheap furniture in the world. I guess I need to hoof it to more yard sales, but the Salvation Army sucks, and Goodwill doesn't even carry any furniture. Walmart, too, has let me down. The cheapest table (and I am a little limited in that my kitchen is tiny, which is why I can't use the free one from my sister) is like 90 bucks, and they don't really have any chests of drawers for under 100.
It's not so much that I am too cheap to pay for furniture, it's that I'm too cheap for furniture that I will probably want to get rid of anyway if I ever move into a bigger appartement and actually want things to look nice and/or match.
The store is making me feel less and less happy to work there. Sista sat me down today when I started whining about it and said, "Seriously, you need another job. You have a degree." The store DOES seem to gradually be running itself into the ground. Everything they try to do to deal with things like the interweb stealing our music sales, such as the rewards program, the new coffee shop, and the gifts and stationary section are like an anvil around their neck dragging them down, and it's making all of their employees suffer. Plus... I really do not make enough money. Substantially less than 400 bucks a paycheck is crazy, man. On top of that as well is the fact that everyone I like has quit/is quitting soon (except for Optpri, who strangly seems to actually like retail most of the time) and the new people they hire have been pretty lame.
But no one else would hire me in the first place, so who knows.
I am a little dismayed about the lack of cheap furniture in the world. I guess I need to hoof it to more yard sales, but the Salvation Army sucks, and Goodwill doesn't even carry any furniture. Walmart, too, has let me down. The cheapest table (and I am a little limited in that my kitchen is tiny, which is why I can't use the free one from my sister) is like 90 bucks, and they don't really have any chests of drawers for under 100.
It's not so much that I am too cheap to pay for furniture, it's that I'm too cheap for furniture that I will probably want to get rid of anyway if I ever move into a bigger appartement and actually want things to look nice and/or match.
The store is making me feel less and less happy to work there. Sista sat me down today when I started whining about it and said, "Seriously, you need another job. You have a degree." The store DOES seem to gradually be running itself into the ground. Everything they try to do to deal with things like the interweb stealing our music sales, such as the rewards program, the new coffee shop, and the gifts and stationary section are like an anvil around their neck dragging them down, and it's making all of their employees suffer. Plus... I really do not make enough money. Substantially less than 400 bucks a paycheck is crazy, man. On top of that as well is the fact that everyone I like has quit/is quitting soon (except for Optpri, who strangly seems to actually like retail most of the time) and the new people they hire have been pretty lame.
But no one else would hire me in the first place, so who knows.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
So... real sales tactics aren't as persuasive to me as stupid things, apparently. Today I ended up picking up a chocolate graham cracker at the cafe just because I ended up standing there long enough to convince myself to do it. And I basically got my internet through the electric company (they kind of brokered the deal between me and the cable company) because I felt bad for the guy I was talking to. I'd already shot him down on landline phone and cable TV and I was hearing a hint of desperation in his voice. And I wanted cable internet anyway.
Anyway, I think the bulk of the move will happen one Wednesday or Thursday, as those are my days off. It all hinges on Carmax and her truck, though, and I've had a lot of trouble getting ahold of her when I need to the last few months. I hope it works out.
I think most of the smaller things I might go gradual on. And I need to buy a few things too.
Also, the computer came today! My internet at the appartement won't be hooked up until the 6th, or I'd be tempted to go over there and set it up now.
Anyway, I think the bulk of the move will happen one Wednesday or Thursday, as those are my days off. It all hinges on Carmax and her truck, though, and I've had a lot of trouble getting ahold of her when I need to the last few months. I hope it works out.
I think most of the smaller things I might go gradual on. And I need to buy a few things too.
Also, the computer came today! My internet at the appartement won't be hooked up until the 6th, or I'd be tempted to go over there and set it up now.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
So guess what? My landlord called today, and I can pick up my keys tomorrow! I have some prep to do (packing, eyeballing the space to decide how much furniture I can cram in), but then I'm moving in!
Also, my computer shipped yesterday, and should get here in 3-5 business days.
Everything is coming up Phoemeister!
Also, my computer shipped yesterday, and should get here in 3-5 business days.
Everything is coming up Phoemeister!
I also wanted to mention that tonight was pretty cool, I went to Denny's with Sista, Optpri, and Elaine. We discussed serial killers, having sex with JFK's gunshot wound, and their line of fruity drinks with names such as "rasdango" and "Banana Strawberry OJ Fizzle."
Also, I think I came up with the best comeback ever:
Elaine (to me): You crackhead!
Me: I think you mean cracker.
Also, I think I came up with the best comeback ever:
Elaine (to me): You crackhead!
Me: I think you mean cracker.
So I was thinking of having TWO moving in parties, as the thought of only getting two people to come to my "real" one depresses me a little. So this one would kind of be quantity and the other quality. And this way Sista could come to the first one, even if she couldn't come to the second one.
I'm thinking of inviting EVERYONE from the store, and then the one high school friend I hang out with, and my sister. But inviting my sister means my parents would probably be all, "why aren't we invited?" and even though I'll have to tone down my usual talk about such things as "ass raping monkeys*" anyway if my sister and my christian friend came, it would still be a HUGE lame downer to have my frickin' parents to a party. But I'm hoping I could get them to see reason. Having my sister there would be nice, as she actually can be fun sometimes. It might suck for her, though, not knowing anyone there. But she could always feel free to bring her husband, since they have no lack of babysitters in the form of three sets of grandparents.
Then, I know everyone from the store won't actually come, as my pitiful attempts in the past have proved. But I HAVE been told part of the lack of enthusiasm for previous ventures has been lack of booze, so I'm thinking of making margaritas. I really don't want to have to buy a whole lot of beer, especially since I don't particularly like beer, but do like fruity girly mixed drinks. Also, Sista proclaims her love for margaritas constantly, so I figure I have at least one person agreeing with me there. But I don't know, margaritas might not be that big of a draw.
Lastly, I don't know if I should come up with something to do. I am perfectly happy with hanging out with people and not really doing anything, but I have learned not everyone likes that. Is free food, and moreover free alcohol, enough of a draw on it's own? It totally would be for me but again..... I don't know.
Thoughts? Advice?
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* direct quote from P 2 tha E on what I tend to obsess over.
I'm thinking of inviting EVERYONE from the store, and then the one high school friend I hang out with, and my sister. But inviting my sister means my parents would probably be all, "why aren't we invited?" and even though I'll have to tone down my usual talk about such things as "ass raping monkeys*" anyway if my sister and my christian friend came, it would still be a HUGE lame downer to have my frickin' parents to a party. But I'm hoping I could get them to see reason. Having my sister there would be nice, as she actually can be fun sometimes. It might suck for her, though, not knowing anyone there. But she could always feel free to bring her husband, since they have no lack of babysitters in the form of three sets of grandparents.
Then, I know everyone from the store won't actually come, as my pitiful attempts in the past have proved. But I HAVE been told part of the lack of enthusiasm for previous ventures has been lack of booze, so I'm thinking of making margaritas. I really don't want to have to buy a whole lot of beer, especially since I don't particularly like beer, but do like fruity girly mixed drinks. Also, Sista proclaims her love for margaritas constantly, so I figure I have at least one person agreeing with me there. But I don't know, margaritas might not be that big of a draw.
Lastly, I don't know if I should come up with something to do. I am perfectly happy with hanging out with people and not really doing anything, but I have learned not everyone likes that. Is free food, and moreover free alcohol, enough of a draw on it's own? It totally would be for me but again..... I don't know.
Thoughts? Advice?
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* direct quote from P 2 tha E on what I tend to obsess over.
Monday, June 26, 2006
More Ryan talk (I can't help it! These convers must be saved for posterity!)
Sui: what's great about having retarded babies, is you basically just all the things you would normally not do during pregnancy
Phoemeister:I could get drunk and smoke and fall down all I want
Sui: woo!
Sui: it's a party
Phoemeister: "I love to fall down!"
Sui: haha
Phoemeister: maybe I could get that abusive boyfriend I've always wanted
Sui: at least when your boyfriend beats you, you won't have to worry about the baby
Sui: hahah
Phoemeister: haha
Phoemeister: I beat you to tat joke!
Sui: damnit!
Phoemeister: for once I win!
Phoemeister: I do think it's eerie how often we both say basically the same thing
Sui: GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
Phoemeister: you're in MY HEAD
Phoemeister: I am not your John Malkovich!
Sui: haha
Sui: I was thinking about that movie the other day
Sui: and how like.. 20 years from now if someone watches it
Sui: and didn't know
Sui: and thought it was a biography about John Malkovich
Sui: what's great about having retarded babies, is you basically just all the things you would normally not do during pregnancy
Phoemeister:I could get drunk and smoke and fall down all I want
Sui: woo!
Sui: it's a party
Phoemeister: "I love to fall down!"
Sui: haha
Phoemeister: maybe I could get that abusive boyfriend I've always wanted
Sui: at least when your boyfriend beats you, you won't have to worry about the baby
Sui: hahah
Phoemeister: haha
Phoemeister: I beat you to tat joke!
Sui: damnit!
Phoemeister: for once I win!
Phoemeister: I do think it's eerie how often we both say basically the same thing
Sui: GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
Phoemeister: you're in MY HEAD
Phoemeister: I am not your John Malkovich!
Sui: haha
Sui: I was thinking about that movie the other day
Sui: and how like.. 20 years from now if someone watches it
Sui: and didn't know
Sui: and thought it was a biography about John Malkovich
In which I make fun of things for sale at the swedish american museum center in Chicago:
Phoemeister: holy jesus, there's this series of four books about swedish emigrants and it just gets more and more depressing
Phoemeister: THE EMIGRANTS (BOOK 1)
The story why one out of every five Swedes went to America on a dangerous quest for freedom.
Sui: BOOK 5: DYING HORRIBLY IN A BOAT WHILE LYING IN YOUR OWN FECES
Phoemeister: So it's like, "okay, sweden sucks. Let's make a dangerous quest to go to america. But where will we stay when we leave our frozen homeland?"
Phoemeister: UNTO A GOOD LAND (BOOK 2)
Karl Oskar and Kristina Nilsson arrive in America and make their way to Minnesota.
Sui: hahah
Phoemeister: "Okay, we're in Minnesota. Not really worth all the work to get here, but at least we are allowed to own our own land."
Phoemeister: THE SETTLERS (BOOK 3)
How the family loses their farm amidst great struggle and poverty.
Phoemeister: "shit, we lost our farm. Now what are we going to do? We can't even afford to go back to Sweden now."
Phoemeister: LAST LETTER HOME (BOOK 4)
The decision to stay in America and the need for a Swedish church and pastor.
Phoemeister: "I guess we're here to stay. We'll have to hire a pastor to make us feel better about our new horrible lives in Minnesota."
Sui: haha
Sui: do they have caldendars with the swedish bikini team?
Phoemeister: no
Sui: damn
Phoemeister: but you can get "THE SCANDINAVIAN ELVES, their Life & History
Want to know the difference between elfs and other beings? Learn the elf laws? Great color illustrations. "
Phoemeister: you could learn elf LAWS Ryan
Sui: haha
Sui: lies!
Sui: Elves have no laws!
Phoemeister: the first law of elves: you don't talk about the elves!
Sui: it's pure anarchy in the elvish kingdom!
Phoemeister: second law of elves: YOU DON"T TALK ABOUT ELVES
Sui: what about just swedish bikini team members for sale
Phoemeister: no swedish bikini team members, but you could get "THE SCANDINAVIAN TROLL, their Life & History
Why did the trolls feel unjustly treated? If you are under a spell, what do you do? Great color illustrations. "
Sui: haha
Phoemeister: You could have great color illustrations just in case you end up under a spell and can't read anymore
Sui: why are the trolls and elves books the same?
Phoemeister: haha, I don't know
Sui: haha it will be like a little reference card
Sui: next to "what to do when you're choking" and "how to care for a burn"
Phoemeister: LOL
Suibrom: "What to do when you're under a spell"
Sui: it's got a little troll guy
Sui: like.. giving the heimlich maneuver
Sui: only you're vomitting up spells
Phoemeister: LOL
Phoemeister: I wish that enchantmants were as easy to get over as someone giving you the heimlich
Phoemeister: only if the spell was crabs or BO then no one would touch you to give you the heimlich
Sui: haha
Sui: Cure for BO Spell: take a shower
Suibrom: Cure for Crabs Spell: Hit 'em with the special shampoo.... spell.
Phoemeister: I think they should add "for your very own sweatshop!" to the description of this:
LOOM
Loom for children of 5 years of age and up. Weaving instructions included. 11 in x 15.7 in
Sui: haha
Sui: put your kids to work!
Sui: with the new "children's loom!"
Phoemeister: there's all these babies toys in here that aren't swedish either. They have like three different rattles on here that you could pretty much buy at Walmart
Phoemeister: "comes with the book sweatshops for fun and profit"
Sui: haha
Phoemeister: "includes tips such as how to keep your workers happy with swedish american rattles."
Sui: "Teach your kids to make your money for you"
Phoemeister: "we believe our children are our future--and they can be your future too! Learn how they can help you retire early!"
Sui: haha nice
Sui: in the same shopping center, there is this "indoor discount mall" or something
Sui: and in big letters it says "OPEN EVERY DAY 10 - 7"
Sui: and then in small letters under that, it says "except tuesday"
Sui: which I thought was funny
Phoemeister: that is great
Phoemeister: I would show up on Tuesday and vandalize the place. I'd spraypaint, "WHAT THE FUCK? TUESDAY IS A DAY TOO."
Sui: hahah
Sui: yeah it makes me wonder what's special about tuesday that they're not open
Sui: or maybe, they're open but not from 10-7
Phoemeister: maybe they get the crabs spell every tuesday
Sui: haha
Sui: damn trolls
Sui: ruining my discount shopping on tuesday experience
Phoemeister: Elf Law 3: whoever smelt it, dealt it
Sui: hahah
Sui: "This is difficult to enforce because elves have such good senses of smell"
Phoemeister: LOL
Phoemeister: I love how there are already problems endemic to the elf law enforcement system
Also, I heart BOASAS very much.
Phoemeister: holy jesus, there's this series of four books about swedish emigrants and it just gets more and more depressing
Phoemeister: THE EMIGRANTS (BOOK 1)
The story why one out of every five Swedes went to America on a dangerous quest for freedom.
Sui: BOOK 5: DYING HORRIBLY IN A BOAT WHILE LYING IN YOUR OWN FECES
Phoemeister: So it's like, "okay, sweden sucks. Let's make a dangerous quest to go to america. But where will we stay when we leave our frozen homeland?"
Phoemeister: UNTO A GOOD LAND (BOOK 2)
Karl Oskar and Kristina Nilsson arrive in America and make their way to Minnesota.
Sui: hahah
Phoemeister: "Okay, we're in Minnesota. Not really worth all the work to get here, but at least we are allowed to own our own land."
Phoemeister: THE SETTLERS (BOOK 3)
How the family loses their farm amidst great struggle and poverty.
Phoemeister: "shit, we lost our farm. Now what are we going to do? We can't even afford to go back to Sweden now."
Phoemeister: LAST LETTER HOME (BOOK 4)
The decision to stay in America and the need for a Swedish church and pastor.
Phoemeister: "I guess we're here to stay. We'll have to hire a pastor to make us feel better about our new horrible lives in Minnesota."
Sui: haha
Sui: do they have caldendars with the swedish bikini team?
Phoemeister: no
Sui: damn
Phoemeister: but you can get "THE SCANDINAVIAN ELVES, their Life & History
Want to know the difference between elfs and other beings? Learn the elf laws? Great color illustrations. "
Phoemeister: you could learn elf LAWS Ryan
Sui: haha
Sui: lies!
Sui: Elves have no laws!
Phoemeister: the first law of elves: you don't talk about the elves!
Sui: it's pure anarchy in the elvish kingdom!
Phoemeister: second law of elves: YOU DON"T TALK ABOUT ELVES
Sui: what about just swedish bikini team members for sale
Phoemeister: no swedish bikini team members, but you could get "THE SCANDINAVIAN TROLL, their Life & History
Why did the trolls feel unjustly treated? If you are under a spell, what do you do? Great color illustrations. "
Sui: haha
Phoemeister: You could have great color illustrations just in case you end up under a spell and can't read anymore
Sui: why are the trolls and elves books the same?
Phoemeister: haha, I don't know
Sui: haha it will be like a little reference card
Sui: next to "what to do when you're choking" and "how to care for a burn"
Phoemeister: LOL
Suibrom: "What to do when you're under a spell"
Sui: it's got a little troll guy
Sui: like.. giving the heimlich maneuver
Sui: only you're vomitting up spells
Phoemeister: LOL
Phoemeister: I wish that enchantmants were as easy to get over as someone giving you the heimlich
Phoemeister: only if the spell was crabs or BO then no one would touch you to give you the heimlich
Sui: haha
Sui: Cure for BO Spell: take a shower
Suibrom: Cure for Crabs Spell: Hit 'em with the special shampoo.... spell.
Phoemeister: I think they should add "for your very own sweatshop!" to the description of this:
LOOM
Loom for children of 5 years of age and up. Weaving instructions included. 11 in x 15.7 in
Sui: haha
Sui: put your kids to work!
Sui: with the new "children's loom!"
Phoemeister: there's all these babies toys in here that aren't swedish either. They have like three different rattles on here that you could pretty much buy at Walmart
Phoemeister: "comes with the book sweatshops for fun and profit"
Sui: haha
Phoemeister: "includes tips such as how to keep your workers happy with swedish american rattles."
Sui: "Teach your kids to make your money for you"
Phoemeister: "we believe our children are our future--and they can be your future too! Learn how they can help you retire early!"
Sui: haha nice
Sui: in the same shopping center, there is this "indoor discount mall" or something
Sui: and in big letters it says "OPEN EVERY DAY 10 - 7"
Sui: and then in small letters under that, it says "except tuesday"
Sui: which I thought was funny
Phoemeister: that is great
Phoemeister: I would show up on Tuesday and vandalize the place. I'd spraypaint, "WHAT THE FUCK? TUESDAY IS A DAY TOO."
Sui: hahah
Sui: yeah it makes me wonder what's special about tuesday that they're not open
Sui: or maybe, they're open but not from 10-7
Phoemeister: maybe they get the crabs spell every tuesday
Sui: haha
Sui: damn trolls
Sui: ruining my discount shopping on tuesday experience
Phoemeister: Elf Law 3: whoever smelt it, dealt it
Sui: hahah
Sui: "This is difficult to enforce because elves have such good senses of smell"
Phoemeister: LOL
Phoemeister: I love how there are already problems endemic to the elf law enforcement system
Also, I heart BOASAS very much.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
I really felt like crap today (colitis--so you know it was really bad for me to leave. If I took off EVERY time I felt moderately shitty due to colitis I would never work) so I ended up leaving about an hour into my shift. I kind of hate the way we have the whole thing set up. If you do not come to work, leave early, or come late, even if you have a good excuse, you get an occurance. You get however many occurances in six months, you're reprimanded, and if you keep it up you get fired.
Which sucks because it means even if we're technically allowed personal time, it still looks bad to the rest of the company if you ever want a promotion or transfer. And if you hit the magic number you're in trouble. EVEN IF YOU HAVE A CRIPPLING BOWEL DISEASE THAT YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OVER.
Anyway, I lied (laid?) around most of the day. Usually I can get into kind of a doze that makes the time pass quicker until my body becomes reasonable again, but my parents were talking up a storm right outside my room today for some reason, so the painful day just crawled by.
After I felt better (about 5:00), my parents took me to Noodles, though. So that was a positive note.
Which sucks because it means even if we're technically allowed personal time, it still looks bad to the rest of the company if you ever want a promotion or transfer. And if you hit the magic number you're in trouble. EVEN IF YOU HAVE A CRIPPLING BOWEL DISEASE THAT YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OVER.
Anyway, I lied (laid?) around most of the day. Usually I can get into kind of a doze that makes the time pass quicker until my body becomes reasonable again, but my parents were talking up a storm right outside my room today for some reason, so the painful day just crawled by.
After I felt better (about 5:00), my parents took me to Noodles, though. So that was a positive note.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Hmm..... I really wish I knew whether or not we are going to have an employee appreciation days this July, because I have stuff I want to buy that if I don't get a special day for, I just want to go ahead and buy already.
Add to that:
Giraffes? Giraffes! and Your Disgusting Head, two faux children's reference books put out by the McSweeney's people. They're in the bargain section right now, for like 3 bucks each. Hilariously, they are in with the actual children's books, and people have been mistaking them for such.
Music I am thinking of buying or stealing: Of Montreal: The Sunlandic Twins.
Book I am thinking of reading: I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith.
I also have to buy something for my nephew's birthday. And then my Dad's birthday.
Speaking of which, today was the brother in law's birthday, and I apparently picked well for him. He has liked books by Jon Stewart and Bill Maher, and the only other passions of his I know of are sports and Star Wars, of which I know not that much. So I went ahead and got him Brain Droppings by George Carlin. I figure it is snarky and observational enough, and I didn't think he had it already. I kind of wanted to get When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops, but I couldn't find it that day, and to be honest I took like 2 minutes picking this out for him. But he did say he liked it, so I think I'm pretty awesome. I'm still no Optpri, but I really think working in a book store is honing my picking out books for other people skills.
Add to that:
Giraffes? Giraffes! and Your Disgusting Head, two faux children's reference books put out by the McSweeney's people. They're in the bargain section right now, for like 3 bucks each. Hilariously, they are in with the actual children's books, and people have been mistaking them for such.
Music I am thinking of buying or stealing: Of Montreal: The Sunlandic Twins.
Book I am thinking of reading: I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith.
I also have to buy something for my nephew's birthday. And then my Dad's birthday.
Speaking of which, today was the brother in law's birthday, and I apparently picked well for him. He has liked books by Jon Stewart and Bill Maher, and the only other passions of his I know of are sports and Star Wars, of which I know not that much. So I went ahead and got him Brain Droppings by George Carlin. I figure it is snarky and observational enough, and I didn't think he had it already. I kind of wanted to get When Will Jesus Bring the Pork Chops, but I couldn't find it that day, and to be honest I took like 2 minutes picking this out for him. But he did say he liked it, so I think I'm pretty awesome. I'm still no Optpri, but I really think working in a book store is honing my picking out books for other people skills.
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