28 year old
Pagan female who lives in Florida with her guy and two cats,
loves Disney, reads fanatically, tinkers in photography and
believes growing up is overrated.
There are people on the net that have nothing better to do
with their time
then be nasty to other people online. They post rude comments, spend hours
a day talking about sites they hate so much, that they well, spend hours a
day talking about them. (lame) They mock the owners and posters for their
opinions and their right to free speech. They expect everyone to fit into
their narrow-minded little world view or else they throw a temper tantrum.
To these people I say grow up.
Here's a bit of info people...the web is
a HUGE place. If you don't like what I say here, or who I am, or what I
do, or talk about, or what I look like, or the color of my hair, or
whatever asinine thing you dwell on, go somewhere else. It's
really, really easy. Honest. You just click the little "x" in
the corner of your browser and *poof* the offending, big, mean and nasty
site has disappeared.
I pay for this site. It's mine. That
means I can use it for whatever the hell I want to. Don't like it if I'm
bitching about something in my life? Oh fucking well. Go somewhere else.
Think I'm stupid for expressing my thoughts? Too fucking bad, don't read
them. Somewhere along the line, someone forgot this simple fact: Live
and let live Don't like me, cool, fine, whatever, I don't care.
This journal is NOT for you. It's for me. I'm not in it for popularity or
fame or anything stupid like that. I write it because I need to write and
express myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So read or don't,
it doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours) bitching about it.
*gets off soapbox*
Tooth
Drive:
I need to
raise over $850 for critically needed dental
work. I'll be listing my hand made
jewelry, bracelets,
earrings, necklaces and horns
for sale to try to raise the desperately needed funds.
Every order helps. I can accept paypal payments at
webmaster@giveneyestosee.com
or check/money orders at:
M. Turner
PO Box 1484, Elfers, FL 34684
Thank you for your help and support.
I've also set
up a
tooth fund for anyone
wanted to donate without purchase.
Need a
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Try
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Long Two Weeks Tomorrow, I start two weeks of temp fill-in work at my friend Rand's company. (Oh! I haven't posted all weekend, so I forget to say until now, it was Rand's birthday yesterday - July 30th. We got him a cake and stuff but darn, how bad of me not to have mentioned it. Whoops!) Anyway, one of the ladies is going on vaction and the other, poor thing, is taking time off work because her husband is going in for surgery on his spine. Some disk problems. He's going to be laid up for something like six months.
So the first lady - um, we'll call her Kay - Kay wanted to get me some extra hours so she said why don't I come in this week doing some half-days to get up to speed on their new phone system. I've filled in for them before, but the last time I did was when they were moving to their new building, so I haven't used their new phone system yet. Something I'm sure I'll get in the first hour but Kay's a sweetie and is helping toss some extra hours my way. Monday-Thursday I'll be there 8:30am-noon and Friday and all next week 8:30am-5:30pm.
I have to admit, I'm daaamned nervous about it. And I know that's silly but it's been probably a year now since I've done any temp work. My body hates mornings and likes schedules even less so it'll be a challenge wrangling it into obeying me. Or at least letting me deal with it until I get home. I'm hoping that the first four days being half days will help ease me into it. My stomach drives much of my life and it's utter daily malfunctions means full-time work on a long-term basis is basically impossible. But hopefully, I should be able to get through a week of it without too much agony.
The good thing is that I can bum rides from Rand. Since it's his work and since he has to pass our place to get there, he can grab me and take me in. Thank goodness. The biggest problem (besides my fear and stomach) is actually a rather silly one. I literally don't have anything to wear. Thankfully, it's a pretty casual environment so I can wear a pair of jeans but I only have one pair. And the issue is that they're really, really long. (Damn short legs.) So in order to wear them, I have to wear my 3" heel boots. Which is fine for going out to dinner or the movies or something but will suck for an all-day thing. The only other thing I have are capris. Which I wear pretty much exclusively. (See the short-leg issue. It's damned hard finding jeans that fit me right.) But....I don't know how cool they'll be with capris. Ugh. I need at least five outfits and I'm hard-pressed to find like three. This is what happens when you wear a baby-doll tee and capris every single day of your life. If it were full business-wear, I literally couldn't do it. I don't own a single bit of business clothing anymore.
So I need to buy a pair of jeans or something. But I don't have any cash. Which stinks and which reminds me just how pathetic not ever leaving your apartment really is.
Oh well. I just don't know what I'm going to do for clothes.
Anyway, wish me luck. I know it'll be ok. I've filled in for them before. They're great people. And I'm their official go-to-when-you-need-temp-help person. (Hell, they've tried to squeeze me into the budget for over a year as a perm part-time position but the damned boss keeps shooting it down.) You just can't help being nervous even if you know it'll be fine. Heh.
