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:
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Noooooooo! After an entire year without hockey at all, today I get the horrible news: Blackhawks Sign Goalie Nikolai Khabibulin. Habby has been a favorite player of mine since he was on the Phoneix Coyotes. He's awesome. So of course I was psyched when the Bulin Wall came to the Tampa Bay Lightning. But now we lost him to a four-year deal to Chicago.
Absolute Exhaustion Yesterday I ended up doing a full day from 8:30am - 5:30pm. Today and tomorrow are both full days as well. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday are as well. Thursday I'll probably come back in for the morning to help her get caught up after her vacation. The problem is that I'm literally physically exhausted.
I know peoplec don't understand this kind of thing and they'll say that millions of people do this every day. And while yes, that's true, that's not me. I haven't gotten enough sleep since Saturday. I've had a migraine spanning two days. I've had IBS flare-ups and I've had allergies kicking my butt. I know people won't understand but I'm just physically incapable of these kinds of hours. I thought it wouldn't be bad because it was only for a week and a half. But it's harder then I thought it was going to be. And it's everything I have to literally not just pass out. I feel like I'm sick. Like I've been run over by a Mac truck a dozen times. Everything on my body hurts and even my eyes are aching. (fluorescent isn't helping things)
I just don't know how I'm going to get through today let alone tomorrow. I just don't have it in my physically to do these kind of hours. It terrifies me. And at the same time, I know people won't believe me or understand how hard this is for me.
Ow My Poor Head Half-day yesterday. At work anyway. Got home and my mom showed up shortly there after. She had come across a car up by her that was a 1992 Mercury Cougar. The guy wanted $1,500 but she thought she could talk him down to $1,000 or maybe $1,100. So she wanted me to look at it. I wasn't very excited about some white with the-70's-called-and-want-their-red-velour-interior-back inside but...she'd be willing to loan me the money and it'd be enough to get me to-and-from a part time job. The car was supposed to have been owned by an old lady who almost never drove it but who was now in a nursing home. Her son was trying to just get rid of it. He said it had 43,000 miles on it. (Which is psycho low for a '92.)
Anyway, up to her area looked at it. Agreed it wasn't bad on the outside though the inside was horrific in color and fabric. But it seemed to drive ok (drove it around the parking lot a bit) and her husband had looked at it and it didn't appear to need any major work. But... I had a nagging feeling about it. So I told my mom I wanted to do a carfax report on it.
We went back to her place and crawled to the site with her crappy dial-up. (Why do people still use dial-up anyway? She spends $20/month for it too!) Anyway, turns out my bad feeling was justified. It was reported that in November 1999 - almost six years ago - the car had 63,000 miles. So six years ago, it had 20k more miles then it shows now? And before you say it rolled over, there was a 6-digit odometer and there wasn't a "1" there; there was a "0" So if it had rolled over, they tampered with it.
We called the guy, left a message and said we were no longer interested and why. I also filled out a feedback form on carfax to report the milage and we put a call into the tax collector's office in my mom's county to report that he's maliciously trying to sell a car with fraudulant miles. It's so very, very against the law here to not disclose incorrect mileage and not to have a special title for the car that states the milage is wrong.
So much for that. Shame because while it was definitely a beater, I did get a moment of hope that I might be able to start making things better with a second car. I didn't mention it the other day because I kind of had a feeling it would fall through.
After that, we ran to Target and then back to my apartment. By that point, it was about 5:30pm and Love was getting home. So it'd been a long day. I was overheated because my Mom gets really cold really easily from her disease so she doesn't really put the air on in the car (sweltering) and has the air really hot in her house (stiffling). I was still stuck wearing my jeans and heeled sandles from yesterday morning and my feet were killing me and my jeans had been clinging to me for hours because of being hot. I just wasn't feeling well.
I laid down for a little, then got up and the migraine that had been lurking the back of my skull had bloomed fully. We made some dinner and I dealt with it for a few more hours, just sitting on the couch wathing tv. Finally, closing on midnight I went to bed. I hadn't meant to stay up that long but it happens.
Ugh. Miserable. Couldn't sleep. Everything was hurting. Everything was too much, too bright, too hard. Ugh. So then 6am came really early when Love's alarm went off and of course, I really couldn't get back to sleep so I just laid there until 7:30am.
Got up. Headache. Sick to my stomach. But made it in. And now it's almost noon so I can go home and hope it gets better.
Sports Beans From the "that's just wrong" catagory, I have to share what was in my gmail account tonight:
Formulated to fuel your body during exercise with carbohydrates, electrolytes, and vitamins C and E, our brand new Sport BeansTM jelly beans provide your body with energy. Coming in Lemon Lime and Orange, Sport Beans fit the needs of anyone looking for a fast, great-tasting burst of energy.
So, um...let me get this straight. Jelly Belly jelly beans that are basically Gatorade? Hu? It just begs the question: why?
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.
It just begs the question: why?