I awoke this morning to my alarm...the odd thing was that Lilith, my kitten, was sitting on my stomach and I was petting her and giving her driving directions to Thirteenth St. and Mill.
The wedding was fun, saw some people I hadn't seen in a few years and completely cleaned up on the candy...oh I stuffed a lot of candy into my pockets. During the toast, Richard made me stand up and said that the wedding and everything wouldn't have been possible without me. I was so shocked that he was acknowloging me, I think I was almost on the verge of tears it was so sweet.
I got much farther in SSX3, I try to get in at least an hour of play everynight, but it doesn't always happen. Finding all the collectables and doing the Big Challenges takes a helluvalotta time. I also started my new job yesterday. Its going good, there's a lot of stuff to learn but I'm getting it. Kelly, the current manager, says I'm learning and catching on super fast, so that is really good. Mike is excited for me because now I can afford to buy him a lot of candy and be his sugar mamma. In an email he wrote me today, he said "I am very happy you've gotten such a perfect job. Soon I will have all the candy!" That made me laugh.
I went shopping with Tracy last Saturday night for new work clothes. My vast collection of black T-shirts with white lettering isn't "new-work worthy." I recruited her because she likes to shop and I hate to shop, I figured she would make the experience tolerable and we could have hang-out time. We were in "The Mall" for about 3.5 hours, I think that is a record for me. It was actually fun, I still hated the whole trying on the clothes, seeing what they look like on me, and putting them in the reject pile, but I'd have to say that I had a good time. And Tracy is amazing at finding deals. Only she could help me find 6 work shirts and 5 pairs of underwear for $63. We will also never forget the most God-awful ugly sweater that looked like someone had barfed sequens and sparkly glitter things on it...no matter how hard we try. This shirt was on the clearance rack for way more than it was worth (ie. about 13 and a half cents) and we pulled up the mark down stickers only to learn that it was originally priced at $128. This is why I hate malls and expensive clothes stores. Because they have these so-called "designer" clothes (which generally cover progressively less surface area of your body than normal priced clothes) that they jack up the price on, even though if you wore this ugly piece of crap, you probably look like a cleaned-up homeless person. To make matters worse, just trying to get to the over-priced clothes, you have to dodge all the really annoying commission-based sales people in the jewelry and make-up sections that try to entice you in with their horrible smelling liquid crap in a bottle which is now on sale for only $49.99 with the purchase of items totaling at least $199 and, as always, your soul.
Update to my 1st Rant - Published on Thu Feb 12:
Two Tuesdays ago, as in, a week before yesterday I was at work, like usual. I had been staying behind the front desk because I didn't want to get written up again for stupid shit I didn't do. Carl (very nice and courtious supervisor) asked everyone at the main desk if they wanted to go over to the Mac Help Desk. They all said no, as did I and we stated our reasons. Carl was shocked when I told him about the guy I didn't help and said that he would at least hear me out on the matter if it were to happen again. I said that I wanted an unconditional guarantee that I wouldn't get written up for things I didn't do if I went to the Mac desk. He said that he couldn't do that but that he would be more fair than the other staff. I agreed but said that if he wrote me up for stupid shit to expect sugar in his gas tank by the next day and he said ok. So I'm at the Mac desk now, not even really paying attention to the email I'm writing (does this sound familiar yet??). I am looking up and turning my head around a lot cause I don't have eyes in the back of my head...but you already new that from the first blog that I wrote, you are smart like that. Lo and behold there is a guy struggling with swiping his card in the print release station (getting more familiar??)...and you are not going to believe this...it was the same fucking guy that got me wrote up in the first place!!! Of all the fucking ironies!!! I swear he must have my work schedule and only have to print when I'm at the damn desk. So in the interest of not getting fucked by the man again, I went over to him and asked if he needed help. He says "no." Hmmm, that is the same thing I told Aaron the week before when he wrote me up. So I asked the guy what the problem was. He politely, though obviously irritated at his card not reading, told me that these stations are the only place his card won't read and he doesn't want to pay the stupid $25 for a new one, and that it will work eventually. I didn't really believe that it would work eventually but allowed him to continue to swipe the card furiously. He proved me wrong, it did eventually work and he got his printouts. So, I was right and Corporate Power was wrong, nah na nah na nah nah. He didn't want my help and got it to work himself [flips the bird to Central IT at ASU]. I would appeal this and get the guy's signature, because he was a nice guy, but I know I'd loose. Just like I've lost other appeals to write-ups that I didn't do. "Steve's door is always open" my ass!
New happy thought. I was reading Brady's LiveJournal and saw that he had a new way of expressing his mood. And since I'm an avid The Sims player, I thought it would be very appropriate to add this to my blog entries as I go along.
The wedding was fun, saw some people I hadn't seen in a few years and completely cleaned up on the candy...oh I stuffed a lot of candy into my pockets. During the toast, Richard made me stand up and said that the wedding and everything wouldn't have been possible without me. I was so shocked that he was acknowloging me, I think I was almost on the verge of tears it was so sweet.
I got much farther in SSX3, I try to get in at least an hour of play everynight, but it doesn't always happen. Finding all the collectables and doing the Big Challenges takes a helluvalotta time. I also started my new job yesterday. Its going good, there's a lot of stuff to learn but I'm getting it. Kelly, the current manager, says I'm learning and catching on super fast, so that is really good. Mike is excited for me because now I can afford to buy him a lot of candy and be his sugar mamma. In an email he wrote me today, he said "I am very happy you've gotten such a perfect job. Soon I will have all the candy!" That made me laugh.
I went shopping with Tracy last Saturday night for new work clothes. My vast collection of black T-shirts with white lettering isn't "new-work worthy." I recruited her because she likes to shop and I hate to shop, I figured she would make the experience tolerable and we could have hang-out time. We were in "The Mall" for about 3.5 hours, I think that is a record for me. It was actually fun, I still hated the whole trying on the clothes, seeing what they look like on me, and putting them in the reject pile, but I'd have to say that I had a good time. And Tracy is amazing at finding deals. Only she could help me find 6 work shirts and 5 pairs of underwear for $63. We will also never forget the most God-awful ugly sweater that looked like someone had barfed sequens and sparkly glitter things on it...no matter how hard we try. This shirt was on the clearance rack for way more than it was worth (ie. about 13 and a half cents) and we pulled up the mark down stickers only to learn that it was originally priced at $128. This is why I hate malls and expensive clothes stores. Because they have these so-called "designer" clothes (which generally cover progressively less surface area of your body than normal priced clothes) that they jack up the price on, even though if you wore this ugly piece of crap, you probably look like a cleaned-up homeless person. To make matters worse, just trying to get to the over-priced clothes, you have to dodge all the really annoying commission-based sales people in the jewelry and make-up sections that try to entice you in with their horrible smelling liquid crap in a bottle which is now on sale for only $49.99 with the purchase of items totaling at least $199 and, as always, your soul.
Update to my 1st Rant - Published on Thu Feb 12:
Two Tuesdays ago, as in, a week before yesterday I was at work, like usual. I had been staying behind the front desk because I didn't want to get written up again for stupid shit I didn't do. Carl (very nice and courtious supervisor) asked everyone at the main desk if they wanted to go over to the Mac Help Desk. They all said no, as did I and we stated our reasons. Carl was shocked when I told him about the guy I didn't help and said that he would at least hear me out on the matter if it were to happen again. I said that I wanted an unconditional guarantee that I wouldn't get written up for things I didn't do if I went to the Mac desk. He said that he couldn't do that but that he would be more fair than the other staff. I agreed but said that if he wrote me up for stupid shit to expect sugar in his gas tank by the next day and he said ok. So I'm at the Mac desk now, not even really paying attention to the email I'm writing (does this sound familiar yet??). I am looking up and turning my head around a lot cause I don't have eyes in the back of my head...but you already new that from the first blog that I wrote, you are smart like that. Lo and behold there is a guy struggling with swiping his card in the print release station (getting more familiar??)...and you are not going to believe this...it was the same fucking guy that got me wrote up in the first place!!! Of all the fucking ironies!!! I swear he must have my work schedule and only have to print when I'm at the damn desk. So in the interest of not getting fucked by the man again, I went over to him and asked if he needed help. He says "no." Hmmm, that is the same thing I told Aaron the week before when he wrote me up. So I asked the guy what the problem was. He politely, though obviously irritated at his card not reading, told me that these stations are the only place his card won't read and he doesn't want to pay the stupid $25 for a new one, and that it will work eventually. I didn't really believe that it would work eventually but allowed him to continue to swipe the card furiously. He proved me wrong, it did eventually work and he got his printouts. So, I was right and Corporate Power was wrong, nah na nah na nah nah. He didn't want my help and got it to work himself [flips the bird to Central IT at ASU]. I would appeal this and get the guy's signature, because he was a nice guy, but I know I'd loose. Just like I've lost other appeals to write-ups that I didn't do. "Steve's door is always open" my ass!
New happy thought. I was reading Brady's LiveJournal and saw that he had a new way of expressing his mood. And since I'm an avid The Sims player, I thought it would be very appropriate to add this to my blog entries as I go along.
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