|
|
|
July 9th, 2009
04:32 am - Real quick.
If I ever get married: When my husband is gone for the majority of the day, or for several days in a row and I even so much as THINK to myself, "What am I going to do all day [without him]?!?!" SOMEBODY MOTHERFUCKING SLAP ME UPSIDE THE HEAD.
What is wrong with some of these women I know?!
WHERE'S THE SENSE OF INDEPENDENCE?!
It just kills me.
Note: If it was a simple, "hmm..me time..what shall I do?" kind of thought, that would be one thing. I'm talking, "I'm lost without you..for even just two seconds. If we had side by side toilets so you could take a shit with me, life would be perfect."
Current Location: Bed.
Current Mood: Baffled
|
June 6th, 2009
10:53 pm - In Bullet Form
- Got a pair of cheapo laptops for Fair and I to use in the living room/bedrooms/etc. I am enjoying mine immensely, even if it isn't the MacBook Pro I long for.
- Fair and I are redoing the living room. Finding decent floor lamps that are under $200 and aren't fucking ugly is proving to be frustrating as hell, and I'm not even the one doing the actual searching. We are getting a custom made sofa. Selecting our fabric is also proving irritating. We are certainly getting an education on upholstery and custom furniture. We are among the first guinea pigs for out-of-state orders for Build A Sofa in San Fran.
- Work is going reasonably well. Tifanie, ShBecca and I are working on Payette county (Idaho). My speed on Friday was borderline abhorrent but in my defense I started the day with a 15 page legal to puzzle out that wound up taking two hours. Also, I was in a Bonds and Agreements book. B&A books are almost as obnoxious as Probate and Miscellaneous books. Probates are very irritating. JUST SO YOU KNOW. I think I'll work on a Lis Pendens book Monday. Or finish the deed book I started Friday. The deed book with really shitty images. SIGH. It's all good though. I'm loving this opportunity. Plus, as full of shit as he tends to be, I love being called part of his A Team. I have such an ego. Someone knock me down a peg. Or four.
- Got a haircut finally. Not too terribly pleased with it. Would like some more texturing done to the ends and another layer or two added. Need to find a natural bristle wood core round brush or two.
- Rearranged my room. Will one day get around to painting it a bright white and wallpapering the inset wall with that ohsoclassicandfantastic black and white stripe wall paper. Said inset wall will be the backdrop for my bed. This awesome high gloss 60" x 16" piece of mod-abstract art will be my headboard. It is called "Luscious Eyes." There will be touches of bright reds/pinks/purples in my room. Mostly red, as I'm sure won't surprise most of you. You simply cannot go wrong with black, white and red. Call it uninspired if you must. I'll forever be true to the combination. ---We also stacked my dressers. Let me tell you...it was a borderline gong show. hehe, Though not as much so as when we moved my bed frame.
- Catherine...we are selling the LoveSac. It almost feels like the end of an era, or something. Oooh the canoodling and chocolate milk that thing has seen..haha. Probably more canoodling than I even care to think about! I can still see the chocolate milk flying through the air in slow motion. Aww. Too bad Bekah missed that moment. hehe..and of course now I am thinking about the Spice Girls incident.
- We went to Red Robin for lunch today. As I stood up to leave I got the most heinous charlie horse in my left hamstring. The Powers That Be must not have approved of my poor food choices.
- I'll be twenty-six in about two months. Huh.
- 95% of my co-workers are intense bible thumpers. It makes me feel like some sort of heathen. ...I just can't get behind organized religion. I JUST CAN'T.
- One of these days I'd just LOVE to hear ShBecca say fuck. I want to hear her YELL it. SCREAM it. It will be jaw-dropping, hilarious, scary and awesome all at once. The woman needs to let go! Wear a plunging V-neck every once in awhile! Show a little leg! Feel the WIND in her HAIR. Want to pound someone into the ground! She needs to do these things and realize she will neither go to Hell nor be hated by all. Sigh. Can you tell I think she's a little stifled?
- I cannot stand feeling stifled, just for the record.
- So ready for bed.
Ayedios me ameegohs.
|
April 18th, 2009
05:57 pm
I want a milkshake right now.
Very, very badly.
I'm being told to take some cough syrup.
I don't wanna!
Yep.
|
March 29th, 2009
12:09 pm - I'm negative. So sue me.
So they gave me a set of keys and the alarm code and such.
Thankfully I didn't actually set the alarm off yesterday. I spent a solid five and a half hours there and managed to crank out 738 docs. Why 738? Because I already had 262 from the previous week, bringing my count to 1000. Anyway. A nice breezy way to make a couple hundred bucks. I'll be headed in soon to crank out some more. Hopefully at least 500, but we'll see. I'll be working all week, doing 100 every afternoon then 500 on the weekend.
I was hoping for my paycheck to be $1000 after taxes. State, Fed, Medicare and Social Security take 78%. Meaning I will need to complete another...610 documents. Maybe there will be a bonus this time, because I'm really not in the mood to be at work until 6 or 7 tonight.
I have a personal day to use before April 15th, so I'll be taking Monday the 13th off. Then since I already won't be able to work overtime the week of Memorial day I'll be taking that Friday off. Lonee was like, "didn't you mean the Friday before?" I assured her that no, I would much rather have two three day weekends in a row than one four day. Which the first won't really be a three day since I'll be putting in a lot of overtime, likely.
Why am I working so much OT? Because I am trying to get a little bit ahead. Plus it doesn't hurt to display my, albeit slightly greedy, work ethic.
Who'd have thought I am a really hard worker?
Mostly because I want to move up in the company so that I'm not just an entry level. Which, they have officially classified me as a senior indexer now, which is nice, and Jason said he'd be getting Becca and I involved in the next build (county). I am EXTREMELY EXCITED.
I'm the worst kind of nerd.
The kind that doesn't actually possess insane amounts of knowledge about anything and everything.
I wish I could be a brain like that.
Alas.
Oh man. This lady at Macy's the other day said, VERBATIM, "Or maybe you are just too self conscious about it." Half under her breath. I was returning a blazer because I couldn't find the right kind of top to go with it.
FIRST she says, with a TONE, "you could just go to Target and get a white crew neck tshirt!" And I said BUT THAT ISN'T THE LOOK I AM GOING FOR. So she fucking harasses me to try on some way too expensive tops, which I do, just to appease her (none of which fit correctly), and returned it anyway. It is then, as I signed the slips she said the previous thing to me. I was complaining about the length of the tops and they way I couldn't find one that didn't want to cling in some weird ugly way.
Here's the thing. I KNOW WHAT LOOKS GOOD ON ME AND WHAT I FEEL COMFORTABLE IN.
Anyway. I don't know how many of you have worked retail, but here is rule number one: You don't get bitchy with a customer unless absolutely provoked. I am almost NEVER bitchy to people in stores, when shopping or returning. I shouldn't be asked a litany of questions before making a return. I should only be asked, "is there anything wrong with it? Has it been worn?" Plain and simple.
If I'd been bitchy about something then suuure, get bitchy right back, see if I care, but when I am being nice and completely neutral...hhhhh.
Anyway. I didn't appreciate my personality being attacked in that way. Saying I am lacking confidence. WANTING TO LOOK NICE DOESN'T EQUAL SELF ESTEEM ISSUES.
I don't expect a single of you men reading this to understand why I am so irked. But I do suspect most of you women will, and would have been equally affronted.
Okay. I'm moving on now.
Off to work I go.
|
March 21st, 2009
09:25 pm - I haven't been on LJ in about two months.
And I STILL have absolutely nothing to report.
Work is mostly fine. Accuracy reports are starting to chap my ass. I'm maintaining a 95% but just BARELY when freaking Angela continually selects documents from the LAST hour of work.
Frustrating.
Also frustrating that though given clearance to do overtime from home our satellite connection is about a third as fast (though you wouldn't know it while surfing/chatting/etc.) as cable connections.
So FUCK YOU Cable Companies of America for not having the foresight to install cable lines (or whatever the shittin' hell it is you use) in supposedly "remote" areas of otherwise flourishing cities.
TEN MILES.
ZERO BREAKS IN HOUSING.
And no mother fucking cable access.
Sorry. I am just aggravated.
Or just really bummed. I wanted so, so desperately to be able to do overtime from home. In my pajamas. In the middle of the night if I so chose.
Maybe I can get them to give me a set of keys so that I can go in the middle of the night if it strikes my fancy.
I hate bothering Becca to come unlock the building, and be forced to conjure up an estimated time of completion.
Huge sigh.
I'm generally discontent these days.
Too tired. Too overwhelmed. Too stupid.
Not emailing as much as I'd like. Not getting enough overtime done. Not keeping on top of bills very well. Not eating well. Not working out.
A general waste of space.
Muh.
Guh.
Snuh.
And then you don't hear from me for another two months.
See you. One day. Maybe.
|
January 23rd, 2009
11:27 pm - On a positive note.
I love being in an office. It is so, so fantastic. My productivity has been restored to a more normal level for me. Being out in the middle was becoming difficult to cope with. Too many people talking and milling around.
I love Kate Nash. She's adorable.
Thursday night, everything’s fine, except you’ve got that look in your eye
When I’m tellin’ a story and you find it boring,
You’re thinking of something to say.
You’ll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me in front of our friends.
Then I’ll use that voice that you find annoyin’ and say something like,
“Yeah, intelligent input, darlin’. Why don’t you just have another beer then?”
Then you’ll call me a bitch
And everyone we’re with will be embarrassed
And I wont give a shit.
My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
And I know that I should let go,
But I can’t.
And every time we fight I know it’s not right.
Every time that you’re upset and I smile,
I know I should forget, but I can’t.
You said I must eat so many lemons
’Cause I am so bitter.
I said “I’d rather be with your friends mate,
’Cause they are much fitter.”
Yes, it was childish and you got aggressive,
And I must admit that I was a bit scared,
But it gives me thrills to wind you up.
My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
And I know that I should let go,
But I can’t.
And every time we fight I know it’s not right.
Every time that you’re upset and I smile,
I know I should forget, but I can’t.
Your face is pasty ’cause you’ve gone and got so wasted, what a suprise.
Don’t want to look at your face ’cause it’s makin’ me sick.
You’ve gone and got sick on my trainers,
I only got these yesterday.
Oh, my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.
Well, I’ll leave you there ’til the mornin’,
And I purposely won't turn the heating on.
And dear God, I hope I’m not stuck with this one.
My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
And I know that I should let go,
But I can’t.
And every time we fight I know it’s not right.
Every time that you’re upset and I smile,
I know I should forget, but I can’t.
dododo..
|
11:26 pm
I hate that people call it Chi-town.
And Cali.
Oh man.
Better not get started.
|
09:52 pm - Gold digger. Who says you can't have it all?
So I look at various public documents all day five days a week.
Sometimes they are odd and really make you wonder about some people.
Today I wondered about the newly married Mormon couple (well, two years ago).
Not a traditional marriage license, no. A contract signed by both parties. After reading it, I was half disappointed to not see The Big Man's signature somewhere amidst theirs.
I mean, it wasn't even a contract about loving one another until death do they part. It was a contract that made it sound as though they'd be sentenced to life in prison should they step outside the bounds of the Book of Mormon.
My eyes are wide right now.
Some religions just really..bufuddle me.
I get signing a prenup, I think it's wise. I get signing government created documents stating you're legally tied to one another.
But this was a somehow twisted contract.
I should've photocopied it to type up here.
I'm sure most of you aren't surprised at all.
I'm telling you though. Them Mormons are freakishly nice cult members. (Of course you should take some of what I say with a grain of salt.)
Oh well.
As long as they're happy. And aren't lynched for saying "goddamnit!" in the heat of a shitfuck moment.
Which..why is taking the Lord's name in vain such a big deal? Saying "gosh darnit!" means the same damn thing and isn't nearly as satisfying.
People are so fucking stupid. (Myself included, yes, yes.)
Current Music: Supreme Beings of Leisure
|
January 2nd, 2009
11:53 pm - This post is not positive.
Note to self: Do NOT eat the majority of a bag of peanut butter M&Ms in one night.
I will not be going to bed until I no longer feel as though I've consumed an entire ostrich farm.
It's 2009. Oooh la la.
As I mentioned a few days ago, I pretty much am only hoping this year brings about some insanely awesome positive changes for my family. Awesome, positive changes that are immediately recognizable as awesome and positive. Guessing games make me sick to my stomach, and I'm already feeling sick 90% of the time.
People make lists at the end of the year. They reflect. They make resolutions.
I'll never really understand why.
I wouldn't really know what to put on a list for Best of 2008. Or even Worst of...
I can tell you the things I am continually appreciative of.
Danny. My family. My other close friends. My cats, because they keep me company a great deal. My home. My bed. My vehicle. All of the necessities. My job with KC.
And I guess I can honestly say the most icky parts of the year were receiving affirmation that I could very well lose my eyesight in the who knows how distant future, and the way the economy continued down..down..down its path to crapiness.
But no movies are coming to mind, and no music. Not anything remotely light hearted.
Midnight on the first found me at a friend's house, feeling teary and wishing to just be the hell at home. Thankful my sister came with me to keep me company, even though she was even more miserable than I was.
The same friend who a few weeks ago upset me by, essentially, trivializing a relationship that is more important to me than I think anyone (save one) knows or has ever been able to wrap their mind around.
A part of me is clearly still bothered by the incident.
In addition to regretting going to her house, I found myself officially fed up with attempting conversation with strangers. Not so fed up I will cease all communication with the unknown, I don't have what it takes to be cold and unfriendly. But fed up enough that if after two questions they haven't offered some amount of information/a question to work from, I will walk away. Because the vacancy or just plain rudeness makes me want to fucking pull my hair out.
Oh, and I found that last nail to the Future Children coffin and a hammer FIRMLY in my hand.
Perhaps ten years from now I might be convinced otherwise, but for the time being I am 100% not interested in having kids.
Anyway.
I'm glad 2008 is over. And I truly do have hope for 2009.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/elizabethia/gothicsally/tired.gif) exhausted
|
December 26th, 2008
03:23 pm - My wish?
For 2009 to be an awesome year for my family.
Current Mood: Still cold.
|
December 25th, 2008
03:32 am
So it's Christmas.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/elizabethia/gothicsally/cold.gif) cold
|
December 11th, 2008
07:13 pm - Uno Updato
So we got Texas. Hallefreakinlujah.
Now I am HOPING they need a tagger and will hire ma soeur.
Pringles are way too good.
I'm very tired at the moment.
There's a winter storm warning for the area in effect from tomorrow morning through Saturday morning.
There was to be a "girly night" at Theresa's Saturday, but we'll see. I probably won't want to go out on the highway if it's still stormy.
I may see about going in to work extra early tomorrow. I say extra early but really I just mean another fifteen minutes early. Then I could be out of there by a quarter after two, but we'll see. I may get bitched at for going in earlier than six. Who really knows.
Perhaps this makes me strange..or cynical..or SOMETHING, but it seems REALLY STRANGE AND ALMOST CREEPY to me when people get married right after high school and to someone they didn't even know during high school.
Usually someone of the same faith.
From the same or a "sister" church. (You know what I mean.)
They're ARRANGED. I just KNOW IT.
Okay. I got distracted and am not spent.
See ya.
PS Fair has a monk robe. And it looks SO comfy. I want.
Current Music: Man of Action - Matthew Good Band
|
December 6th, 2008
11:54 pm - PS (unrelated)
It's pretty bad when not even a full minute into a song and you're ready to poke your eyes out.
I cannot, however, divulge the song I am speaking of.
|
November 30th, 2008
11:33 am - Maybe I'm just a snot, but...
...a $5 gift card to Pier 1 Imports seems more like a coupon.
Not that I would mind receiving a $5 off coupon.
|
November 22nd, 2008
11:19 am - Feeling ranty.
Also feeling hungry.
I probably seem like I am in a perpetual ranty mood lately. Which I guess I am to some extent. But honestly, I'm just tired. I haven't been sleeping well lately. Not too sure why. I do know, however, that Zoe waking me up meowing at 1-something AM doesn't help matters.
I tried a sleeping pill the other night and it did SQUAT. So. Oh well.
I slept pretty well last night, so that's something positive.
Allow me to explain my job a bit more than I might have in the past.
The company creates title plants for title insurance companies. I am part of the Back Plant team, we index all documents not from the current month. For instance, we indexed through October 2008 for our current county, and the Go Forward team picked up where we left off. There are certain counties for which we continuously index. I would like to become a part of this team. If I keep up my speed and accuracy this may happen at some point. We'll see.
Anyway.
So it is now obvious to some of you why the company is in a tight spot right now. The economy at the moment is in a shit pickle. Obviously investors and banks become perhaps overly cautious in times like these. Overly cautious when they're overly cautious to begin with (if you ask me). SO.
They had three or four counties lined but, but they've bailed for the time being. One of them was HUGE (as in 2+ years of work for us to do), so that is why they laid off some of the team.
Said HUGE account MIGHT be back on board, but, of course, who knows for sure until they have a check in hand.
Kind of a "don't count your chickens until they've hatched" situation.
So, we're about done with Park county and will be moving on to Lincoln, which means there are about eight weeks of work left for the back plant that we're sure of.
Of course I'm hoping with all of my might that the clients will come through, and that from there, they gain more clients over the next couple of years.
If they do, it will be interesting to see if they hire any of the indexers/taggers back, or if they plan on keeping the staff small.
One thing I know is I'll be really, really happy if our bonuses come back sometime in the near future. I'm not counting on it, hehe. But it would be nice.
So work isn't something I feel ranty about, which is GREAT. I love that, aside from the current worry, work remains mellow. Reliable. Not emotionally stressful. Not physically obnoxious. Work is just work. And if I have to work for someone else, that's exactly what I want it to be. Just work. I actually do enjoy what I am doing. Come 11 AM on Friday I am very much DONE for the week, but that's to be expected.
I always have my weekends. $9 an hour is pretty decent for this area, I guess. Not decent when you consider the cost of living here, but there's no getting that through a person's head. I could have stayed at MoneyTree. I would've had a raise, a promotion and continued to have bonuses. Which would've come to about $12.88 an hour, which is a LOT more, obviously, but..I would still be working nights. Still without a set schedule and without two days off in a row. And, really the reason I left, I would still be dealing with a ridiculously dramatic emotionally stressful situation.
Shari has lung and liver cancer. Her body rejected the chemo, so they're trying something else, as I understand. She has been out of work for at least one month now, perhaps two. Time has been getting away from me lately.
Beth, a manager from one of the Spokane stores, is taking over for the time being, and she's pretty fantastic. Working under her, in my opinion, would've been great. She was one of the instructors in my training class. She's mellow. Nice. Does her job, from what I've heard. And it's easy to believe.
But anyway.
It may sound a bit like it, but I don't regret my decision.
Okay, changing the subject.
Someone scraped the left rear fender on my bug recently. The lady's insurance company surprised my dad and took care of it quickly and without a hassle. So it's sitting all fueled up, clean, pretty and perfect in the garage for the winter. I'll be backing it out now and then to fire it up for a bit so the battery won't die. I actually may be taking it to work for a couple of days while the X is being worked on. When you turn on the steering wheel heat it starts to smell like a combination of burning rubber and gasoline. The steering is also making this squeaky noise.
hmm..
I've run out of steam. I am so tired suddenly.
|
November 18th, 2008
04:16 pm - Promises
Sometimes I wish I could tell my Dove chocolates to shut the hell up.
Particularly during the holiday season.
|
November 15th, 2008
10:03 am
With any luck the next four or eight years will bring about the positive change Obama promised in that well written, at times touching, historic speech of his. (Though the only part that brought a tear to my eye was the bit about his grandma, because that's just fucking bollocks that she died when she did.)
But I can't possibly be the only one whose hope and whose faith in much of anything has faltered.
Whose worries set the tone of every single day.
Anyway. As ever, there is just not much to say.
|
October 27th, 2008
10:04 pm - ...
John Ruskin - "There is no wealth but life."
Oh, please.
|
October 10th, 2008
08:23 pm
They are laying people off at work and I am concerned.
Very, very concerned.
|
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
otioselyyours's journal