boo at people who stop responding on IM randomly.
Thursday. 12.23.10 12:36 am
So, I found myself, last night, in a peculiar circumstance.
Which I will proceed to outline VERY briefly.
Big fight, packed up, got my stuff outside into the fenced-in yard. New locks meant I had no idea how to get out, so I pulled my car up to the house, and then the doors were locked on me.
Problem: Some of my things are still in the fenced-in area. Bigger problem: They're still in there because they were too fragile to drop over the fence.
So I have to break back into the back yard by climbing a chain link fence. Then, I climb up the fence with my hands full of fragile things so I can lean over the fence and place them on the ground. THEN, once that's over, I climb back over the fence, load the car, and make my escape.
Going, going, gone. I've never climbed a fence like that, I've never just left. I'm one of those people who won't abandon people easily.
Yet there I was, abandoning ship. It felt good. They always say that people in unhealthy relationships don't realize they're unhealthy until they get out. Not always true. Sometimes you just try so long to prove that you'll never stop trying, that it ends up being all you have. To prove that you aren't an abandoner. Sort of like playing Chicken.
I went to the big mall, tonight, with friends. The main goal was to see Santa. We did indeed. I fought it vehemently, but Ethan kept fighting me forward. He has more muscle than I do, but I'm way quicker than he is.
The only reason he won is because, when people rub my back, it's like putting a bag over an ostrich's head. He doesn't know this, nor can he ever.
Sarah was in a mood, tonight, so everything was kind of tense and crazy. Not with her, but just the vibe in general. It felt like a bomb was going to go off. The people I work with say that I'm level-headed...they haven't met Meagan. She was cool as a cucumber through the whole ordeal.
Which reminds me.
Something apparently impressed my boss, the other day, and I still have no idea what I did. She told my mom that I did something or other, but...I really don't know what.
I've been working there all week. If I'd started working on Monday instead of Sunday and was ending Friday instead of tomorrow, this would have been a forty-hour week. Instead it's probably like a thirty-something-hour.
BUT ALTOGETHER I'M MAKING FORTY-FOUR, THIS PAYCHECK!!!
Generally...a weird week.
Would you rather get a gift that you said you wanted, or a gift that's equally useful but NOT what you asked for?
I personally kind of like the surprise of getting something I didn't think to ask for. Otherwise, it's like shopping for myself.
I am such a CATch.
Tuesday. 12.14.10 11:03 pm
There's this giant, blue paper-covered present sitting on my couch.
My best friend is going to pee herself when she sees it.
So, four o' clock hit like a freight train, today. My boss put me at the museum on both the front desk and the store, which was fine, because most of the day we had volunteers in the store.
Unfortunately, volunteers don't know how to close, and the last one left at 4.
There I went, planning to close the store first, because the front desk works on a different system and it isn't so easy to check new people in once you've closed.
But wait! The front desk system isn't even cooperating with me! Oh no! So I asked my mom in finance about it, and she was like, Okay I guess you can just do what you think is best.
Because I worked at the OTHER site's front desk, and they do it the old-fashioned way because certain aspects don't work there. Something about printing.
Anyway, that problem was sort of solved, but I just know it'll be a headache for people tomorrow. I felt bad, except then I remembered that I'm not the computer and that IT should feel bad for its misdeeds. Onto the store.
And so I went! I had to close the cash register again and again to go places because leaving an open register is asking for it, with the lack of people around.
We have a print a summary of all transactions, then just the credit/debit card transactions from a different machine. Well. The card machine was about a thousand dollars off, which, luckily, would be a problem for FINANCE! Yay for having a mother in an especially useful (for me) department.
So she helped me figure it out. And then we had a late purchase, so I did it all over again. And then I realized that I had no idea where we kept our start-up cash, so I did like at the other store.
All in all, with the lights, locks, and clean-up, it took me until 5:10 to get out of there.
It was a good, healthy test of my abilities, as far as the task-juggling went. I haven't felt that thrilled since I worked on the magazine.
I'm a business junkie.
It's bothersome, when people get me thinking about the future. It always looks so beautiful.
Sunday. 12.12.10 2:00 am
So I woke up at seven, got to work a quarter to ten, got out of work at 5:25, drove ZIPPITY ZOOM to a food place, WOLFED IT DOWN, left the house again at 6:00, took care of the child until twelve, got home, changed into something sexy ZIPPITY ZOOM, went out to Steak N Shake with friends at 12:10, then got back here.
Zippity bippity zoom.
I've been awake for nineteen hours.
I've been with children the majority of my day.
Today, also, hello, I found out that the noise-making zone at the museum has jingle bells. And cow bells! And other things with sharp, clangy noises.
You know where that zone is placed?
Behiiind the froont deeesk!
Where I was for seven a half hooouuurrrssss!
I smiled every time it happened. Parents probably thought I was about to pull a gun or something.
--Which, obviously, I would never.
It's just how I maintain my delectable tolerance for even the most infuriating things. I laugh it off. hohoho.
They kept saying that it must get annoying.
Eh, whatever. The kids didn't ask for the bells and noisemakers to be put in there. They're just playing with what's available to them.
And there is nothing wrong with that.
Anyway, the girl I was at the front desk with seems very cool and down to earth.
And now I'm going to pass out for like fifty thousand years.
Oh. And when I was babysitting, the dog jumped up into the arm chair I was sitting in.
Talk about a close squeeze.
I taught the girl how to knit (again), but it was kinda just a boring night.
extreme things like jet skis and panthers
Tuesday. 12.7.10 5:50 pm
AHA. NOW YOU'RE ON MY BLOG AND YOU'RE FORCED TO READ.
My new goal in life: traveling from China to the US the way Google Maps suggests.
IT'LL NEVER WORK, BUT IT WOULD BE SO COOL.
Yeah bro so anyway. My dad just told me that his friend wants me to babysit his awesome child, which usually I would be bummed about, but she's an awesome child.
...Aaalbeit a little scary. She tries to do tumbling stunts and stuff like that, which basically terrifies the hell out of me. It would be totally fantab if babysitting was just locking the child in a padded room and feeding it occasionally.
UNFORTUNATELY, that isn't the situation. I have to actually take care of the child.
ANYTHING [WITHIN REASON] FOR MONEY.
At least there aren't any diapers!
Naturally, this babysitting gig will be directly after an eight-hour shift at the new CHILDREN'S MUSEUM.
Paycheck. Paycheck. PAYCHECK. PAAYCHECK. PAAAAAAYCHECK.
Oh, check it! I got into the university I wanted. People are totally lacking in support because they're all Ohh, it's the "LOCAL COLLEGE."
1) It's a university.
2) It's a GOOD university.
3) I get to keep my job.
4) I get to walk to class from my own cushy bedroom.
Even though that means LIVING WITH MY MOM. T.T
Still, it's going to be cool.
Unlike this Saturday, after which I will sleep like a marathon runner.
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