10 posts tagged “people”

C'est moi!   I went to a kickass bellydance performance.  There were like a million (or maybe closer to thirteen) dancers/troupes.  And one of them (Moria Chappell) is with The Bellydance Superstars, and was trained by Rachel Brice who's my favorite bellydancer ever. 

And there was this twelve year old girl who's been dancing for like seven years who was outstanding.  She was better than a lot of the troupes.  XD  The whole show was great.  My whole class went, and Erin (my first yoga teacher who's also my bellydance teacher's sister) and her husband, their mom, and Young Bryan.  We had a great time.  Even though there was no wine or olive trays like last year.  XD

Todaaaay I went to my first Gnostic Mass, which was wonderful.  It was a beautiful and powerful ritual and I met a lot of cool people.  I'll definitely be meeting with them a lot more, and studying/practicing magick more.  And doing more yoga.  And, of course, bellydance.  XD  And sewing.

Tuesday is the Equinox.  I'm making cider and hopefully doing some sort of outdoor ritual with Bryan at the beach.

I've come up with a more responsible plan.  See, six people are quitting where I work now: Lisa baker, Sonny chef, Melissa juice bar/register, Jessica juice bar/register, Cammy juice bar/register, Teresa office (and we're already sooo understaffed), and I reeeally didn't want to be there to pick up the slack (seeing as I already do the work of two to three people as it is), which was my main motivation for g-ing tfo.  Buuuut I've decided to suck it up.  Once they hire some more people and have them trained well enough for the bizniss to be a bit more stable (ha!) I'll just cut to part time.  I decided I really need to keep saving up for a car right now, and because Young Bryan could split and go to an ashram at any time (he's a bit flighty XD), and I'd be screwed with all these bills and no jarb.  LOL

Also, I bought this:

YAY!

Sunday

April 19th

5:45pm

As of late, it's been pretty effin' snazzy.

I decided to go with a Brother, sewing machine-wise, but I still haven't begun learning to use it yet.  I've been very busy.

I've spent a lot of time making good friends since Niki left.  I'll have to introduce her to all of them WHEN SHE VISITS  *AHEM*.  XD

Me and Alison (friend from work who recently quit) have begun a quest to find the best Irish pub's stew, and she's very excited to have a friend who likes the Disney channel.  XD  We're also filming a music video for our (soon to be chart topping) song "I'm on a Goat".

Young Bryan (also from work, but hasn't quit yet XD) is my newest best friend.  Hanging out with him is like being with my sister again.  I really missed that sort of wild freedom.  We romp through the woods, talk about what we think of... pretty much everything, and he's introducing me to the world of hippies.  XD  One of those hippies may in fact provide the very goat for me and Alison's video.  XD!!!!  Oh, and we're writing a story about foxgoose-goosefox.  Details on that will unravel as the tale does, I'm sure.

My great-grandmother (91) died last week, so I spent a week in West Virginia for the funeral.  All my gramma's kids were in the same room for the first time since my mom's wedding (1982).  It was really cool to have them all together like that.  I met a lot of family I'd never seen before.  And I realized just how big my family really is.  I'm one of forty-two great-grandchildren.

It was my first funeral, so I was really nervous and cried a LOT, and this 12 year old kid put suckers in the coffin.

I saw a road.  It was called Road Run Road.  I LOVED IT.

Cameron met a French Canadian.  From Russia.  He's offered him a hundred thousand dollar Jaguar and two thousand bucks a month to run this recording studio he's building in Montreal, watch his house there, something about importing alcohol in Florida, and maybe managing a hobby store.  Hopefully just not all at once.  XD  The place isn't quite built yet, and I think Cameron's getting his erm... audio degree or whatever you call it before this happens... but it's a pretty amazing opportunity.  I'm really excited for him.  ^-^

The band he's managing is sounding pretty damn good on their new record (I've been going to the studio while they recorded a bit) and they're in a battle of the bands at a local festival coming up.

I'm going on a camping trip this weekend that's going to be SUCH a blast.  There's like, a million concerts going on all night, tons of people will be there, and classes!  Young Bryan's teaching yoga, Mike (one of the six fired from work FOR NO REASON AUGH) is teaching jujitsu, so who knows what other cool stuff'll be there?  I can't wait!

Niki's online!  Yay!

Tuesday

March 10th

8:22pm

My best friend at work, Debbie, has decided that Thursday will be her last day on the job.  The owner's an egotistical wopzilla who hates people he can't piss off, and therefore terrorizes the world trying to single those people out.  Debbie's not one of those people, so she... uh... got pissed off enough to quit.  I'm really gonna miss her.  She was the only person there who I really felt I could talk to, especially about work-related problems.  Hopefully I'll still get to see her sometimes.  Her sister is a manager at a pizza place 10min from her house, whereas our current workplace is nearly an hour's drive for her.  She'll be going there and managing three days a week.

I was hired in mid-December.  Since then, six people have been fired, and now we're losing Debbie.  I'm still the newest person there, and one of VERY few people trained in the juice bar.  I really hope they decide to hire another person, because I've lately been doing the work of two people... and would prefer that the number not inflate.  It's becoming more and more like the deli every day.  But I can't quit here.

At least not yet.  I want to have at least six months here for my future applications since my last job I only lasted three months at before quitting.

And I like my employee discount.

 

A lot.

 

I also want to kill my mother.

All she does is make me cry.

 

I have to move out.  Soon.

Fuck her.  She's not getting any more of my money.

 

WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TEACH ME TO DRIVE SO I CAN GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE?!

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.

8:06pm

 

You have no right to forget me.

 

I'm an amazing listener.

I love with all that I am.

I make people happy.

I'm deep.

I fight to the death.

 

I don't care who the hell you are.

I'm better than you.

 

 

So why can't I let it go...

Without running away from home?

Friday, September 26th

10:39pm

This was my first day off since LAST Friday.  If I wasn't off tomorrow too I'd murder Cindy.

I apologize for being a little out of it right now.  After all of my healthy eating recently, the sugar, salt, and chemicals I loaded up on today are making me a bit loopy... since my body's not used to them anymore.

Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if this or that happened to be different.

If I'd never gone through hell with Chelsea, would I still trust people?

Or have ever become such a good poet?

If I hadn't tried to use Bridget as a stairway to popularity in seventh grade and seen into "their" world, how long would I have wanted to be friends with the popular girls before realizing what they were really like?

If I wasn't shy growing up, would I be a partying slut?

Would that be as fun as it looks... if it wasn't so empty?

Do I just wonder about that because I feel like I was deprived of  the whole "dating" part of life, like I just... picked a husband?

As glad as I am to have been handed the most beautiful flower, I feel like I missed my chance to walk through the field.

If I'd met Cameron before I quit being shallow, would I have even given him the time of day?

If I'd never met him, how much longer would I have survived alone?

If I lost him, what would become of me?

What would I be like if I'd had a father?

Or if I'd never met the sad creature that claims to be mine?

Or if I didn't spend my whole life wishing I had something... money to get what I need, people to be close to who care, something to make me feel like my time here is worth anything.

Will I ever feel secure enough to risk having children?

Will I ever look at sex as not being a terrifying risk?

Will I ever stop having pimples?

Who's driving me to work on Sunday?

If slicing meat is how I earn my living, what is my life?

The two days a week I spend typing journals and waiting for Cameron to fit me into his schedule?

I need a car.

Ugh.

 

I played my clarinet today.

 

 

It was the first time in five years.

 

I showed my mom the biggest spider I've ever seen in my yard today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She killed it.

9:30pm

The new health food shop is going to be right near my work.  It will be four times the size of the original store, and have a juice bar in it.  There's still no official opening date yet.  I could DIE of joy.

Right down the street from the original health food shop there's also a CPS shop, a fairy/nature(/CPS?) shop, and an Irish pub (which I got stew from with Cameron today.  IT WAS SO GOOD.).  My next day off I want to walk around that area and check out all the places.  And the other health food shop across the street from the one I go to that I still haven't been to yet.  There are apartments in that area too.  And it's all in like a half hour walking distance, in a nice neighborhood.  That's where I want to live as soon as I have my degree paid for and own a car.  If I moved there right after getting my degree, I'd be paying rent out the ass and wouldn't be able to afford a car.  So even though I'll be mostly walking, I still need to get a car first.

They have mint chocolate swirl ice cream (at the original health food shop XD) that's made from rice milk.  It's AMAZING.  I think I like it better than Bryers.  No milk after-taste.  Excellent texture and flavor.  Not so good once it's melted, but it melts very slowly.  The chocolate swirls are fudgey and minty.  Not sure if I like that so much.  The new store should have more flavors.  I think they have it at Giant Beagle too.  Maybe they have more flavors.  Unless they only have the rice milk, and not the ice cream.  Anyway, it's called Good Karma (Rice Divine).  Let's check it oooout!

I want to make a work people list too.  Yes.

Cindy (aka: Hitler/Christine2):  Self explanatory.

Anne:  HILARIOUS.  25.  Has a 5 year old daughter.  I thought she was like eighteen and was so shocked about the kid.  LOL   We take the (breaded) soooole train to Clam Town whenever one (or one hundred) opens up, and we mimic Hitler when she's off.  We salute each other when it's time for our lunch breaks.

Justin (aka: Daddy/Captain/Squirrelaroo):  Jealous because he was off the day me and Anne formed 67687963123 inside jokes.  Slacker.  Dave the Laugh.  Drinks and parties a lot.  Squirrelaroo is his species, because stores cheese for winter in his apron pouch.  (Me and Anne are GENIUSES.).  Went to L.A. to try to become a DJ right before I started working there, came back a week later.  Currently trying to figure out if he's capable of developing musical taste.  I'll determine that after he plays some music from the band he was raving about yesterday.  Calls me Meat Man. Smoker (ick, elch, eltche).  We talk about cartoons.  Cameron hates him with a passion.

Jenn:  Went to our "rival school" and does a lot of black head motions when she's got an attitude.  Round, with glasses, same age as me.  I steal her customers and she tries to crush my arms when I try to get meat out of the case.  XD  She tells me about how her old boyfriend cheated on her and how she thought she might have been pregnant a while back.  I sit there and nod, trying not to hurl at the idea of someone touching a person that physically terrifying.  She constantly tells me I'm weird.  I tell her I know.  Anne can't stand her.  Justin asked if I'd stab her with a poison dart in the break room if he gave me one.  I said I'd think about it.

Pam:  Tiny, cute grandma type.  From England, and therefore so much fun to hear talk.  All of our customers from the UK talk to her, and bring her newspapers from London, etc.  Really cool.

Ed:  Best person to close with 'cause he's so laid back.  Probably in like his sixties.  From New York.  Light-hearted.  Hates Cindy's bullshit.  Starts chats when it's not busy instead of making us clean the world in silence.

Mary:  Greatest demo person ever.  Me and Anne always hope she's going to give out samples.  Speaks kind of slowly.  Really nice.  "Come on over here and get a sample.  I have breaded soooole.  I have clams here ready for sampling.  One just opened up."   Good times, good times.  When I brought Cameron in to introduce him to everyone, she said we were so cute walking around the... stooore together.  ^-^

Maryanne:  Usually nice, but snapped at us for talking the other day (bizarre).  She's the one who sneakily threw away chicken because she was annoyed by Cindy being Cindy.  She shakes.  Like a chihuahua.

Myra:  Nice.  In her forties or fifties.  Good to close with.  She said she likes closing with me.  ^-^  Her and Justin joking around together is REALLY hilarious.  She laughs really hard at a lot of the "that's what she said" type of jokes.  Only they're usually worse.  XD  She'd make a much better manager than Cindy.

The Sushi Chef (whose name I still don't know):  Really nice.  Cute.  Thick Japanese accent.  Should let Niki live with her.  LOL

That's everyone in the deli (I hope I didn't forget anyone  LOL).  Unless you count a couple people from the seafood department who come over to help when we're short-handed.  Outside of the deli there's my friends from school, Mary who trained me (I'm her unofficial dietician XD), John from the kitchen, and Cathy and Corrine up front who I talk to the most in the breakroom.

I got my first five-day-week paycheck yesterday. 

$240

I deserve a juicer.

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.

Wednesday, April 30th

1am

People tend to find their flock.  When you're going through rough times, you can end up relating best to people in similar situations.  Sometimes that works out.  You can help each other through the hardships, be each others' crutch and shoulder to cry on.  But sometimes, when you care a lot, you just hide it.  After all, they have their own unbearable problems to deal with, right?  Wouldn't want to burden them even more.  That's when it doesn't work out.  At all.

But how do you find the limit?  There has to be a line of some sort, separating what you should and shouldn't talk about.  Can you estimate another person's breaking point?  What if you're both on the edge?  If you can't deal with something on your own, isn't it okay to have someone who you know cares about you help?  What brings on that feeling of guilt?  That hesitant pause before sending the call?  The sudden drop when you hear laughter on the other end and hate yourself for killing it? 

Don't they deserve that laughter?  After all, they've been there for you countless times before.  This is no way to thank them.  So the problem becomes less than it is, or isn't even mentioned.  Part of you knows they'd want to help if they knew how you felt, but they just sounded too happy to bring down for someone so weak.

Sometimes... this is what I feel.