5 posts tagged “computer”
Tuesday
February 17th
9:30pm
I'M BACK! And better than ever. >;D
A pathway through my grandma's wall of boxes has FINALLY been cleared enough for me to get to the computer. 'Bout time, eh? I've been working my little pat00tie off earning moneys and watching a million people get fired. And my kuzn/besty flew away. And my fish died. But my kuzn's flying back next week ALIVE and my fishy lived a long, fulfilling life, so all is right with the world.
Best of all, I've decided to never go to Cameron's house again because of his mother's most recent bitchnonsense. I haven't been there in a few weeks and it's seriously improved my mental health. AND my relationship. I actually enjoy the time I spend with Cameron now. It's wonderful.
HOWEVER. What's not wonderful is the fact that gramma's in Florida, and the busses don't run early enough to take me to work. And I forgot AGAIN to call the other busses for a ride and now it's too late, so I have to beg Cameron to take me to work the next two days. Which he might not be tooo upset about because we had a very good day today. >;D But no, he's been so sweet about helping me. I hate having the busses pick me up from my house, because all these really creepy people on there see EXACTLY where I live. NOT. FUN.
Speaking of creepy people. There's like. 3,215,632,672,643 of them buying juice from me daily. And they're all male. If you catch my drift. Which I think you do. This one guy gave me a MIX CD. WHAT?! NO! GET YOUR REPTILIAN RUSSIAN UNIBROW AWAY FROM ME, THANK YOU! And Creepy Joe gives me a five dollar tip every Saturday, and winks and makes kissy faces at all of us poor girls.
Pas terrible.
Georgia Nicolson's two most recent books of confessioniness are now in my noggin. And bookshelf.
I'm dying to get my hands on the VERY LAST ONE EVER. And the movie. Which was never released in US theaters for some ready-to-make-me-murder-people reason.
Wonder what number she'll get up to before the series ends.
Oo-er.
At Niki's
Saturday
November 22nd
10:12am
Shit, son. It's been like a month. PLISS. LET MEH ECKSPLAYN. So, my gramma moved in and seems to have brought the Great Wall of China with her. Sadly, she sat it right in front of my computer, so I can only journal when I'm at Niki's and she's in the shower. XD Anyway, to update the world, Halloween was totally amazing, I'm definitely going to find out what the health food store has to offer (jobwise) and switch if it's good. The deli life is simply not my cup of meat. But that's old news. For people who I've already told, at least. XD Cameron's decided he wants to be famous, so he's not holding in his talents so much anymore and is becoming much more brave about expressing it. It inspires me to do the same. The snow is here. Thanksgiving's going to be broken up because my mom's antisocial and my gramma's boxes have taken over the world. I had a weird dream Thursday night that I was sad and giving Squirrelaroo a hug. Friday I found out he was fired, so I decided I'm a totally awesome psychic.
Me and Niknik are having our usual blasty. We roasted a fresh young chicken last night with fresh rosemary, little red potatoes, and golden delicous apple. IT WAS SOOO GOOD! Then we had gelato. ^-^ Anne and I are going to BT(white boy from the kitchen)'s rap concert next Friday night. It should be fun. XD
Happy Thanksgiving!
Wednesday, August 27th
4pm
I get paid for my training! YESSS! It was so exhausting, though, so I'm sort of not surprised. LOL 4pm-8pm Monday and yesterday. Mostly handouts, videos, and paperwork. But I did get to shadow for quite a while yesterday. I was taught how to use and clean the meat slicer. The scales look really confusing though. They punch in like a million numbers after they weight stuff. How do they know what to push? I'll let you know when I find out. XD
I get an hour lunch, and a fifteen minute break. And I joined the muthafuckin' union. XD My department manager's name is Cindy. It was SO hard to not be like, "HI CINDY!!!" Like I did with Jonjon's Cindy every time she was nearby. XD
There was this one video that's supposed to be "funny". The only funny thing about it was how TERRIBLE the acting was. It (like everything else in our fucking training) was all about customer service. And EVERY time a customer was treated well, they said "WOOOW!"
There were two other new guys (Stephen in dairy and Alex in produce, both from a nearby Catholic school, though Alex just graduated) who started the same day I did, and while me and Alex watched the WOW video, Stephen was downstairs doing a customer service computer quiz thing with Mary (who's was doing all of our customer service training. Out of everyone I've met so far she's my favorite, though everyone is SO nice). So, when it was Stephen's turn to watch the video, we told him to count the wows. LMFAO I don't know if he actually did, though. He's very quiet. And for once, I'm not. XD Except with some of the cashiers who look like they might be snobby. I'm still careful around them. But yeah, if I ever get to train people, I'm definitely counting the wows next time I see that.
And yesterday, I saw Lindsay! Michelle's sister. We were choir buddies back in the day, and she was best friends with Mesa. I had NO idea she worked there! We were very excited, and caught up on each others' lives (I was early, and she'd pop over between bagging groceries). She was like,"If you're ever working an eight hour shift...*nod* lunch." XD!!! She graduated a year before me, and other than a "Hi, Lindsay!" in the Land O'Lakes halls a couple times last year, I haven't really talked to her since her graduation party. It's funny. I knew her longer, but ended up a lot closer with Michelle. I guess we just have more in common. I still haven't asked her how her China trip was. TO MYSPACE!
BUT FIRST. I MUST SAY THIS.
THE BAKERY.
IS MY WEAKNESS.
NIKI. I WILL BRING YOU NOMS.
I should bring you to the store so you can pick out favorite noms.
Here's a list of all the people I've met (and remembered):
- Bob (Manager)
- Sean (knew from school, manager's son)
- Alex (produce)
- Stephen (dairy)
- Danielle (knew from school)
- Lindsay (knew from school)
- Jen (also in deli. hate that I'm not the only one. my name tag has to say Jennifer now instead. I might change it to Jenni before I start interacting with customers. No one calls me that anymore but Cameron and sometimes aunts and uncles. And I'm sure Devin would if he knew who I was. LMFAO Anyway, I miss it.)
- Mary (basically everything)
- Anne (deli)
- Maryanne (deli)
- Cindy (deli manager)
- Nick (dairy manager)
- Cory (female. customer service desk)
And I met at least another ten people whose names I can't remember. Mary introduced us to EVERYONE we walked past. It was a bit overwhelming, but everyone was very welcoming. Thank god for name tags, eh?
Also! I has a uniform! It's kind of cute, but everything is so big on me. XD Because it's in "ladies sizes" instead of juniors, which would fit me. Black baseball cap (the visor was cuter, but it hurt my head and kept sliding down my face), hairs in a ponytail (all of them. XD Just because I'm in deli), light blue button-up shirt, black apron, black shoes (or white), black (or khaki, or dark blue) pants (which you supply). No facial piercings, and "offensive" tattoos must be covered. And no more than three piercings per ear, and two rings per hand. I don't think hair color is an issue, because there's a black lady who works in the kitchen with BRIGHT red-orangey hair. But that might be because she doesn't do as much customer interaction. I'm not sure. Boys need to have hair above shoulder length, and no facial hair. Basically, most of our customers are old people, who are easily frightened or offended... and most of all, OBSCENELY judgemental.
Friday
1:30pm
While it is a day meant to celebrate our "freedom" from a much better country, I must try to remind myself that I should be happy about it, because if my ancestors had not come to this land and "mingled" with the natives, I would not be here to type this. Shame they won the war though, eh? Thanks anyway, guys.
Sorry it's been so long. First I spend like an entire week at Niki's, and was simply having too much fun (AND WALKING TOO MUCH. HOLY SHIT.) to type. Then after I got back home, my mom decided I don't do enough chores to deserve internet access. Fine, mother. I won't use the computer. But don't come complaining to me when you're sad because you pay all this money out every month for absolutely no reason.
Anyway, I managed to get it back two days ago (after spending the entire day pulling weeds and mowing the lawn) but I just couldn't be bothered to type until now.
So, during my week at Niki's (more or less) I experienced many things. There was walking. And some more walking. Lots of penises and drunk girls. (Aunt Sandy's bachelorette party.) Dancing ALL night (ending around 6am when I went for a walk). Getting invited to an Autumnal Equinox bonfire at my aunt's. A metric shit-ton of Pokemon. Pizza. Crisis. Parents sucking at being parents. Rain. Sun. Waiting four hours for Wendy's to open and then deciding not to take Devin's money. Sitting awkwardly while Devin and Chris ate. Walking. Getting invited to the bridal shower at 10pm. Tv shows about fat people. Being Aunt Sandy's "amateur nutritionist" until the wedding. About six more shit-tons of pokemon. Spending ten years trying to get a ride to the store. Flat tire. Walking in the rain. At night. Imagining being pulled over for weaving on the sidewalk. Hiding my cards for fear of them being stolen. Along with everything else I brought over. The Espeon-Charmeleon incident. Niki, the fairest bitch of them all. XD Amazing water from Iceland. Strawberries. Blueberries. Making the best blueberry pancakes ever with Niki. Poo that looked like charcoal from eating so many blueberries... and that's probably a good place to stop.
I felt a bit slow for not realizing it earlier, but I've figured out what I want to do with my life... as far as a first career goes. I'm going to be a nutritionist. I've been interested in how food affects the body since like sixth grade when my mom took interest in Somersizing (Suzanne Somers' weight loss eating plan), and over the last year or so I've become completely obsessed with natural health. And people are always asking me, you know, "Is this healthy? What about this?" And I'm always trying to push my views about food on other people, so what better job would the be for me than telling people what to eat?! XD!!! I just can't believe it took me so long to figure out. It wasn't until I started planning stuff with Aunt Sandy that it really clicked.
The problem was, though, that my college didn't have a program for that. So, I started researching and in just a few hours I found my dream school. It's an online school, so I wont have a schedule to work around when I try to get a job (SOON). It's almost the same price as Land O'Lakes. EVERY class is directly related to the career. There are no pointless unrelated requirements. You can work at your own pace, so as long as I can afford it, I can finish up faster. Anyway, it's called Clayton College of Natural Health. It's accredited by a credible-looking source, though the accreditor is not on the U.S. Department of Education's list. That doesn't mean that the material and degrees are not legitimate, though. It ony means that graduates of the college won't be able to participate in certain federally sponsored events that require the title (Ph.D., etc.) they earned there. I looked through the list and there isn't even an accreditor there that's for nutrition in any way shape or form. Fuck you, Department of Education. You and your love o'drugs. I may become an herbalist too.
I also met a lovely dragonfly when I was weeding the front flowerbed. I really wish I'd never sat on my camera. I still can't afford to get a new one yet. I don't even know if I'll be able to afford my books for school. My mom offered to help me with my books a few weeks back if I couldn't afford it. I may have to use the $150 that Cameron gave me for graduation to use for an emergency. The tuition is quite literally all of my savings. I'll have thirty-five dollars left. So now I can't even get a laptop yet. Gimme dat jarb.
I've started doing yoga again. I've finally managed to get myself on a... not quite NORMAL, but rather, an EARLIER sleeping schedule. I've been waking up in time to do this yoga program that's on at 6am on the Oxygen network, called Inhale. I discovered it after staying up all night watching infomercials one new years eve (or rather, day) a few years back. I would stop for different reasons. Either I'd have to go to school half way through, or they would replace it for a while with Xena, or I just couldn't bother to get up that early, etc., etc. For the last year though, my main reason was that my wrist has grown this big crazy bump, and it would hurt when I did poses that require you to put your hands on the floor put weight on them. But, I'm managing to do it without much discomfort, and I'm convinced that it's going to go away. I thought so for a long time, just because it would fluctuate in size, sometimes shrinking. But when Niki's mom mentioned yoga when we were talking about stress last week, I showed her and she said she had the exact same thing and it went away (after some years, but still).
Also, I walked to the library last week (which took about an hour) and picked up a couple books.
Saturday, March 1st
1:00pm
She's killing me. I literally cannot live here much longer. I honestly don't care if something goes wrong at Niki's dad's place and I wouldn't have anywhere else to go. (The comments on this page explain.) I'd rather live in a fucking box in some alley than with my mother. I'm getting out of here as soon as possible. Otherwise I'll commit murder and/or suicide. And when I move, she said she's deciding what I take with me. Excuse me? I'm not "allowed" to take my PS2. Because, apparently, I'm not allowed to keep my own Christmas presents. How cold-hearted and cruel is that? She'd never even use it anyway. She'd probably sell it. Bitch. I'll have to move MY things out of here when she's at work. She'll probably try to hide what she doesn't want me to take.
I'm also not "allowed" to "start a business using her computer". You know, the one she never touches? I didn't tell her my plan, just that I was trying to find a less conventional job so she'd get off my ass about trying to make me go find one at a fast-food place. I hate her. There are very few human beings on this planet who have hurt me enough to make me feel that emotion, but she is certainly one of them. She's doing everything she can to make me as miserable as her. The worst part is that she thinks she's intelligent. And that I'm not. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! C'est triste, tu chienne, tete de merde. Pardon my French. It's not what it used to be. XD I actually just made myself smile. Nice touch.
She started this shit while I was warming my breakfast (left-over stuff gramma sent. My mom never fucking puts food on the table.) so now I've lost my appetite (due to stress, sorrow, and rage) for the better portion of the day. I should really try to eat something, though. If I don't, it'll only make me feel worse.
