December 9th, 2013
|11:07 pm - HOW DID I MISS THIS??|
You mean to tell me that Pat Quinn signed same-sex marriage into Illinois law on the twentieth of November-- read: MY BIRTHDAY-- and I'm just now finding out about it? Ffs, I was just grumbling about the feet-dragging, like, three days ago. Wtf, self??
Well, anyway: WOO-HOO, ILLINOIS!♥!
I would have liked it if we'd made at least the top fifteen, but at least we finally got there!
December 1st, 2013
|11:24 pm - HOLY CRAP|
IT IS DECEMBER
IT HAS BEEN DECEMBER FOR ALMOST A WHOLE DAY
November 20th, 2013
|06:20 pm - Happy Birthday to me~|
Hello, flist! I decided more or less the minute that I realized that, yes, I was awake, that I wanted to make a post today. I have, until now, hesitated because I don't really have anything to post about. As of now, I've decided that I don't care. It's my birthday, I feel like posting, I don't need more reason than that.
So, yeah, it's my birthday! I doubt anyone realized/remembered (and that would actually make me feel better about the fact that I always blank on birthdays myself, so kindly refrain from correcting me on this, anyone who noticed). In lieu of gifts, I will accept unwavering devotion. Or well-wishes, those would be nice as well.
All in all, I've liked today. I managed to get the day off work and haven't really done much. I didn't even bother to get dressed until I decided to treat myself to lunch. I had some vague ideas of getting stuff done, like cleaning my room or writing or practicing Spanish or starting one of the numerous craft projects that have caught my fancy, but have instead been bumping about online most of the day. For once, I'm not upset with myself about wasting the day. It's my birthday, I'm practically an old person now, I can do what I want today as long as what I want falls within the parameters of the law. My mom is making me steak and garlic-roasted potatoes for dinner, and after that we have cherry or raspberry or strawberry cheesecake (Mom doesn't remember which one she grabbed, but remembers that it's got red) and Boston creme because it was on reduce. Either with the cake or after, I'll be trying out the complimentary birthday tea that Adagio Tea sent me with my latest order. The list of ingredients suggest that it's very sweet, hence why I'm saving it for dessert, and I'm curious to find out whether it's simply Birthday Cake: The Tea. When I get paid tomorrow, I'll be getting myself Pokémon X or Y (shh, it's a surprise, don't tell me).
I hope everyone has had as good a day as I have ♥
ETA: It's strawberry.
ETA II:: Omg, you guys, the tea is so yummy.
November 7th, 2013
|02:44 pm - Productivity, whoo!|
After hemming and hawing about making banana nut muffins for the last I've-lost-track-of-how-long, I finally have a batch in the oven! This also marks my first use of the mini-loaf pan that I bought nearly a month ago, which is really not as exciting as it feels like it is, I'm sure.
Honestly, the muffins and the Christening of the pan are a sort of mood boost that I'm in need of. I went through a bit of trouble to make sure I had yesterday off work in order to attend a concert, but circumstances prevented me from going after all. Ah, well, it probably wouldn't have been that fun to go by myself anyway. Still, was looking forward to it... In other day-off-work news, I have my brother's birthday off but not my own and I really wish the premiere date of the new Sailor Moon anime would be released so I can try to get that day off.
( Got long-winded again, whoops...Collapse )
So, hey, that's me today. What are you up to, flist?
UPDATE: Because I let myself get distracted, the muffins spent too much time in the oven. They're still tasty, but somewhat dry. Nice going, self, I feel so much better now.
August 12th, 2013
|11:06 pm - The cat~ came~ back~|
Surrey is home! My mom and sister were on their way to pick me up from work and my mom saw a tabby out her car window. My sister went to check it out aaand... it wasn't Surrey. But! Surrey was sitting on the porch of the same house the cat lived at, mooching its food. She's now home, all in one piece.
My feelings are so mixed right now. On the one hand, I'm ecstatic that she's back. On the other hand, she's apparently been hanging around that house, sitting in their window and getting fed for the last two weeks or so. The house in question is less than a five minute walk from my house. I pass it on my way to work. Ever since she was brought in, it's like she was never gone. I can't help thinking that if I was ever in trouble with the mob, she would snitch me out for a can of tuna and a box.
August 4th, 2013
|12:53 am - So, I have officially survived the first day|
All in all, not as bad as I was dreading. Going in with my expectations dragging their bellies on the ground actually seemed to help. Someone must have been told to leave us alone in apparel, because I was only called to the front end twice-- once to cover a lunch and once to cover a break-- even though they were getting grabby for cashiers off and on. Not that being left to work my department in peace did me much good, mind-- I'll probably have nightmares about the way my tables looked when I left, just to begin with. Still, if tomorrow is only as bad as today* was, I just might get through it without a prison sentence.
*Or if today is only as bad as yesterday, rather, if you want to get technical.
August 2nd, 2013
|04:50 pm - I am so not looking forward to the next couple days...|
I feel like I haven't posted in a long time, but maybe that's just a testament to how long I can go before craving the sound of my own voice (figuratively speak, obviously). As is my usual, I have nothing particular or interesting to say, so I'll just present some miscellany for consideration.
First of all, because I don't think I've mentioned it before, I am now down to three cats. Surrey went missing on the fourth or fifth of July (we can't quite agree when she was last seen). On the bright side, she's chipped, so in the event that she makes her way to a shelter, we'll get a call. In the meantime, I just hope she's safe and happy wherever she is.
That said and out of the way, I have decided that the bulk of this post will be dedicated to me whining about work. I hate it. And, I mean, usually when I say I hate something, I'm being overly dramatic. I'm certainly overreacting. But, no. I Hate. Working. At Walmart. I legitimately dreamed of burning my store down and salting the earth, and I was legitimately disappointed to wake up.
Like, okay, I've actually been getting pretty decent hours as of late and the trend looks to be continuing over the next couple weeks. Yay for that. Does this increase in time show in the state of my department at the end of the day? Not typically, no, because I'm not spending that time on the floor. Many days, I spend a third or even half of my shift working the front end. Why? Because we're down a good number of our cashiers lately and the cashiers we do have get shafted on hours. It's cheaper to pull register-trained people off the floor than it is to hire more cashiers and schedule them reasonably.
As if that wasn't enough, two people in apparel have been fired within the last week or so. That means the apparel schedule is going to show us as having two more people than we do for about the next three weeks. The reason for the firings I've heard third-hand is attendance issues, and if that's true, I am so pissed off that my teeth ache. One of the women fired was a new hire, only around for about two weeks; the other was a good worker who made a mistake with her schedule and ended up a no-call, no-show for one day. And someone decided they were both better off fired than just scolded? Just as we're getting into the back-to-school rush? For the love of criminy, this weekend is Tennessee's tax holiday! Most of the apparel departments are going to be strewn across the freaking floor, and we're down by two people? Our zone manager insisted that we're properly manned for the weekend, but I know for a fact that three of us remaining aren't there today, so I don't have high hopes for the next two days.
Speaking of the next two days-- through gritted teeth, rest assured-- if I don't kill anyone, I think I should get a parade. A full-on parade, with balloons and floats and candy and musical acts of my choice. I've been scheduled a four to midnight shift for both days, and I have no doubt that I'll be spending much of those shifts running a register. I hung around until midnight last night so I could pick up some things while they lasted-- and, man, was it ever crowded with people trying to avoid the crowds. I heard about half of the night shift paged up to open registers, and that was just for the people willing to be at Walmart at midnight for back-to-school shopping. And on top of the tax holiday, it's the beginning of the month, so people on food benefits will be coming out to get their grocery shopping done. Even just thinking of how crowded it's gonna be, and how hot and stuffy, and what a mess... Yeah, I want a parade. Thankfully, I'm off on Monday, so my intention is to clock out, come home and sleep until Tuesday.
So, uh. I ended up being a lot more negative than I originally intended when deciding to make a post. To finish off on a high notes, my collection of office supplies that I don't actually need has been padded out the wazoo \o/
June 26th, 2013
|11:32 am - THIS WAS PRETTY MUCH THE FIRST THING I SAW ON THE NET TODAY|
YOU GO AHEAD AND LET THAT DOOR HIT YOU, DOMA
PARTY GIFS WHEN HAL AND PHOTOBUCKET HAVE DECIDED THEY LIKE EACH OTHER AGAIN. IN THE MEANTIME, COMMENT WITH SOME, PLEASE, FLIST?
June 25th, 2013
|04:10 pm - Yeah, I know, I posted today already...|
I just got the urge to do a meme. Give me any three characters you know I'm familiar with and I'll tell you who I would kiss, who I would marry and who I would shove off a cliff.
|12:37 pm - Have some miscellany!|
Because I know that you've all missed seeing me ramble about random, unimportant stuff. Sorry to have deprived you for so long.
Point the First: Man, the weirdos we get at Walmart. I don't talk about them too much since I could technically be counted among their number, but. You guys. This dude I saw yesterday, omg. I didn't even see him before I smelled him. That isn't too terribly unusual on its own-- half the time it's like The Attack of the Heavily-Perfumed People at work; I never even laid eyes on whoever had me gagging a few nights ago. This guy, though? Smelled like weed. A lot of weed. That isn't too terribly unusual on its own either. And he had the general look of someone who comes into Walmart smelling like weed-- bloodshot eyes, vacant grin, a weave to his walk and the more I think about it, the less sure I am that he nodded in greeting as he passed, because he kinda looked like he might just lay down for a nap at any minute. But what really stood out about this guy was his t-shirt. His D.A.R.E. t-shirt. Yes. You may be proud to know that I kept a straight face.
Point the Second: I need to get, like, a personal trainer for writing. I have ideas, I even have motivation, but somehow I just never get anything done. Every time I sit to work on something, I get this vague itchy feeling down the back of my neck and across my shoulder blades and suddenly it's more important to check my email for the fifth time in three minutes just in case. Meanwhile, the ideas form and reform in my head, making the process feel like more and more work as I become filled with the misleading sense that I did this part already. Ugh, why can't the words just appear on the page??
Point the Third: To end an elated note, YAY, HAWKS! I'm still feeling the disappointment from not being able to properly celebrate in Chicago. They had to shut down streets from all the partying going on. Not that I probably would have taken part-- as a short person, I'm pretty wary of large, tight crowds-- but I still would have been surrounded on all sides by people who, y'know, give a second snot. Also, fireworks! I love fireworks!