An Unfenced Existence

The person I'm replacing encouraged me today to bring stuff to do. Like...books or my PSP or something. I'm beginning to dread this assignment. I hate, I absolutely hate, being bored at work.

...the people are friendly, at least? I guess?

It's only four months, it's only four months, it's only four months...(rinse, repeat, ad nauseum)

The good news: I interviewed today for a temp position (4 months) with the option of being permanent if they can find a place for me when the person who is going on maternity leave will be back (deja vu, anyone?) in a sucky location (Herndon) but good pay.

The bad news: Baby has adrenal disease and the surgery estimate is $950 plus $74/month for Lupron shots onces the gland is removed.

Can I get a do-over on today? Please?

They fired me.


...I really would have liked to have it been my decision to leave.

There's something greatly amusing about being a person who needs to clean herself and can't take a shower. Or bath. Or do anything in anyway to make my back wet or sweaty. One co-worker's comment was, "NO SEX FOR J00." To which I replied, "HEY I'M NOT ACTUALLY GETTING ANY."

Incidentally, these patches are in places where I would imagine wings would sprout if people could have wings. Having something taped down in these locations is slowly driving me nuts. But not because I think I'm reacting to the substances.

I feel like I haven't talked to anyone beyond my roommate in *days*. Days! *distress distress distress* This is what catering does to you. It takes you in and doesn't let go until you're sucked dry, your feet hurting, a cloud bogging down your mind, and all you want to do is either scream or sleep. Or both. And you know that if you do talk to someone that you know and like you'll end up just biting their heads off because you're so tired and frustrated and *angry*. It doesn't help that you're a closet control freak, especially considering that your mother has drilled into your head for many years that you always need to be your best at work.

Angry that you have stay for all hours of the evening. Angry at the rough treatment from the people you're catering for. Angry at the stupidity of your fellow "co-workers" even though you know you'll prolly make the same mistake later. But you finally get to the point where it doesn't matter; anything anyone does is just going to piss you off, no matter what. And you think that *that* is what makes you angry most of all.

As you try to hold in the shriek of frustration that has been building for hours, you finally manage to break away from catering, only slightly scarred this time. Shirt lose, knees bent to alleviate the strain on your throbbing feet, hair falling around your head messily, you climb the stairs back to your dorm and try to summon up the will to take a shower to erase the smell of kitchen off of you. Ultimately you decide that it isn't worth it and just flop into bed and before you go to sleep you have one single thought.

Catering. Sucks. Ass.

That being said, I just have one more thing to say: Brandy you suck. I hate you. Grah. Getting me into Shakira, what were you thinking? I *hate* pop! I mean, just because the songs are actually pretty good, with rather interesting lyrics, good beats, and a damn sexy voice, doesn't mean I have to like it. *pouts* Now see what you've made me do? Go all popular and crap that I thought I left behind a long time ago. I was from the table that didn't give a shit, dammit! ...and that means nothing to anyone, does it? Well, it'll be an amusing story for later, anyway.




And just to let you know, I really don't hate you Brandy. In fact, I luuu~uuurve you for letting me borrow your Shakira CD. *glomps*

Peace!
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...it POURS. >_< At least, that the way it seems to happen here at MP. At around 4:30 my brother says, "It's going to storm." Then BOOOOOOOM, thunder rocks the house, and rain starts coming down in *buckets.* I, of course, have to leave for work in thirty minutes. Now, some storms will be there and gone within fifteen minutes. (Wow, I'm having a lot of trouble spelling today...perhaps I should type more...) Not this one, no siree. After donning my MPHS Band Wind Breaker(tm), I dash out to my dad's big silver pickup truck, vainly and rather stupidly hope that I won't get too wet. *sigh* Within the mintue it took to get me in the truck, I was throughly *soaked.* Well, my pants were, and so was the inside of the door that was open and all of my things. Luckily, I managed to think ahead and wore my sneakers instead of my sandals which I was going to wear for work. Now, why I didn't think to do that with my CLOTHES I couldn't tell you. So I'm driving along, desperately trying to find my way and turn up the windshield wipers at the same time. The reason I didn't pull over was because I was afraid that I might sideswipe a few cars if I tried, so I "winged" it and prayed I wouldn't hit anyone or anything.

So, I manage to fix the wipers and turn on my headlights, find some good tunes and make it through the first two traffic lights with out a problem. Sure, I'm practically hydroplaning down the hills, but it's all in good fun, and I haven't hit a single person yet. Then I come up to a really big problem...the light at Manassas Drive and Euclid Avenue is out. D'oh! Damn thing's blinking yellow on me!! And during rush hour too! So I pull up and wait for the people in the left turn lane across from me go, and as I'm waiting I decide to wait for the person next to me to go. Well, suddenly he starts, I, seeing that the road is clear, also put on the gas a little. Well, my dad's big silver truck must have a fuckin' V6 or 8 (or whatever the hell it is) engine cuz suddenly I'm out in the middle of the road! Which, generally would be fine, if it weren't, for, you know, the CARS heading RIGHT at me and the f-in' assholes aren't letting me pass!! )W*$#(%&$(*&@$%)($#%&$^)*#&$@(*%$($*#&q#@$@!!!! After I so graciously let them by I book it down towards the next light in my journey...

...which has just turned green. Yay! ^_^ No waiting. So, now I'm cruising along, at a comfortable 25mph...in a 35mph zone! Fuckin'A! What the hell does this guy think he's doing?? Being SAFE?!?!? Not when I'm on the road buddy! Go the fricking speed limit you asshole!! I could plow right into and not get so much a scratch! Don't make me want to! (Road rage, what road rage?) So, as I'm cussing out the moron in front of me, afraid to try to get around the guy cuz I can't see out the window to my left (I have a bad habit of cutting people off because I can't see them), when the asswipe finally turns off road as I'm coming up to the fifth light in my trek.

It always amazes me that in VA, people will SLOW DOWN to a GREEN LIGHT and SPEED UP to a RED LIGHT. It absolutely boggles the mind. I mean, seriously, do they think that speeding up to that red light will make it turn green faster? Do they think the lights see them and go, "Hey look, there's a red Mitsubishi 3000GT, speeding up to me while I'm still red, maybe I'll change to green now!" At which point the Mitsubishi 3000GT will promptly slow down, thus pissing off everyone else behind it. Anyway, I'm finally make the right at the fifth light and notice that the rain seems to be slowing down, which is a good thing because I'm starting to dry off and don't want to get any wetter before work.

Now I'm going about 35 in a 25mph zone, trying to make it to the eighth light in my journey. Once again VA Drivers PROVE that the just CANNOT drive in the rain. Now, I was scared shitless to be driving out in the monster monsoon that was raging outside, but at least I tried to obey the traffic laws. But noooooooo, people just have to get in my way. >:o *snarl growl snap* Managing to get passed the eighth, ninth, tenth, eleventh, and (soon to be) twelfh lights, I'm about 3/4 the way there. Luckily this time I'm at the head of the line and don't have to worry too much about going under the speed limit. I pass the now thirteenth light without to much of a hitch and am working towards the last two lights. (I'm counting so see how many light I go through to get to work...about fifteen, perhaps a few more that I'm missing, I think...)

I hit the first one on red...and we're at a complete stand still. Taking a moment to calm my already frayed and frazzled nerves, I stupidly decide to glance out the window and look at the street. It doesn't even look like there's a ROAD, it just seems like I'm driving on WATER. Not only that the rain has picked up again to the point where I really can't see out the windshield, it looks like I'm going to be sitting here for quite some time. It's also a given that I'll be sitting at the next light for a little while because I'm trying to make a left turn into the mall parking lot. Anyway, a trip that should only take about fifteen minutes just took about thirty minutes. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

So I make it around the turn go down towards the back of Manassas Mall, near the food court. It should only take a minute, minute and a half tops for me to get in the door because (for once) I didn't have to park waaaaaaaaaay out in the boon docks where there aren't even any street lights! Yay! As I'm attempting to dash, I sort of trip up on my pants which are practically falling down. It didn't much matter anyway cuz I was soaked within five seconds of stepping out of the vehicle. My pants were the worst...I got soaked all the way up to mid thigh, and the reason it didn't go any higher was because my jacket (which I grabbed on a whim) hit me at mid-thigh. *sigh* When I finally make it through the door, managers take one look at me and start *laughing*. Utterly embarrassed, I quickly locate a random hair dryer (hair dryer?? in a gift shop??) in the bathroom and attempt to dry my pants. It start it up and within a minute the damn things dead and now I have to go down to Target, visit the ATM, go into Debs and get new pants so I won't catch a cold. *sigh* The first black pants I grab were actually my size and fit fairly well and were a reasonable price, so I figured my evening was finally looking up.

Of course, I spent the rest of my time at work trying to not throw up, but that's a completely different non-story. 9_9

Anyhoo...I'd figure I'd share my evening. I think it's kinda funny NOW but dammit, five hours ago I wasn't laughing. Heeeeeee.....to cheer me up, I took a quiz and here are the results!




Which Fruits Basket Character are you?

Ritsu?? But I'm not a cross-dressing, hyper apologizing, weirdo!...am I?

...to work that is. I managed to spend eight hours and fifteen minutes being bored to tears today. Go me! Of course, my adventure just *had* to start out the wrong way. I was driving to work (about thirty mintues before I started so that I would have time to reorient myself to everything), and about a third of the way there, I realized that I hadn't remembered to bring my Driver's liscence. So, of course, I was like "oooooooh, *shit*!!" After cussing myself the whole way there, I got to work without any other trouble. You may be thinking, _that stupid idiot, if she had so much time, why didn't she just turn around and go home?_ Well, to tell you the truth, I hate driving with an absolute passion, and decided that it wouldn't be worth my while to do it. So, nyah. Anyway, I get there (it's now about 1:10, and I don't start til 1:30), and just jump right in! I love it there, and yet I *hate* it with an undying passion. I'm glad I don't have so many hours next month so that I can get a second job without too many conflicts with my first one. ^___^

Anyhoo, while I was at work, I decided to wander around the bookstore and saw just how much the "Graphic Novel" section had grown! I remember when it used to be one shelf in the *children's books*, now it has four cases all to itself, plus the kids-y ones in the Children's section. I was also happy to see the Manga "F.A.K.E" amongst the adult section. For those who don't know, FAKE is about a cop duo and is shounen-ai. Boy/boy love, baby! Wahoo! America's not as uptight as one would think! (Of course, they also made Kohaku in WISH by CLAMP a *girl* instead of a *guy*, so I'm not so sure just how far along we are yet, but we're getting there!

While at the VAPeddlar, I was talking to a co-worker, who is just about the biggest Southern belle you'll ever talk to. She has this really soft voice and accent, and she says, "Oh, my *word*!!" a lot. Picture such a person in the theatre watching "Bringing Down the House" with Steve Martin and Queen Latifa! Now that's just *funny*! I never would have thought of anything like that, ever in my life!

I'm home! I'm home home home home home!!! Yay! Of course, I have a lot of room cleaning to do, work time to set up, unpacking to do, but I'm home again! (Home again, jiggidy-jig!) Although, I didn't manage to say goodbye to Andrea Joy ad Jatanna (I'm pretty sure I just spelled her name wrong.) But I did manage to wave bye to Brandy. The funny thing is I thought that my dad would bring the pickup truck, because it has a lot more room, but instead he brought the Rodeo, which is three times smaller! *sniff* It was a squeeze but we managed to get everything in there. Next semester, I'm not bringing as much stuff back. *grrrr*

I'll probably start work on Sunday, which is Mother's Day, and continue to look for a second job. But I hear Fat Punks is hiring, so I may look up there, or I may work for two different places in the mall. VA Peddler just doesn't pay enough. -_- Oh well. At least I'm home now!

I just heard that my next door neighbor is moving away on the fifteenth! Wah! I like them, they were good people. I wonder what our new neighboors will be like. *sigh* Things sure are changing around here. I'm not sure I like it all. I mean, does PWC really need a Super Wal-Mart? I mean, c'mon, does the WORLD need another Super Wal-Mart?? *shakes head* Seems like a bad idea all around to me.