I didn't sleep well last night, I was wound way too tight and sleep just wasn't very heavy. I woke up somewheres around 4 a.m. and decided to get up and go for a morning walk. It was still dark out, so I could swing my arms back and forth like a crazy person... and I was about 1/2 way through my walk where I turn off the major road and head down a side street.... and I hear something. Is it purring? Is it barking? wtf is that noise??? I look down in the direction of the noise and I see two baby raccoons staring at me from a sewer. No doubt mommy was out scavenging and that is where she left them until she returned. I stopped dead in my tracks because they were just too precious. I tried to mimic their sounds and one of them was wary and ducked back in, the other seemed like he was more interested in me. I decided that even cute baby raccoons could have rabies and kept walking. but I looked back at the wee thing and saw that it was watching me walk away. It was too cute.
There have been morning doves in my back yard for the longest time, I noticed about a month ago that there were discarded egg shells. I hoped that there was baby birdies but i never saw them up until about a week ago. My cats started going nuts staring out the back window and i didn't know what for, Even hemlock started getting down real low, mewing, and then licking his lips. as if he knew what baby bird tastd like.
There were two baby morning doves and i loved to watch the momma bird and papa bird come and visit them and feed them. It was really sweet to watch... Now, hopefully, I can get back in my backyard and clean it up, since they appear to be gone.
now, i'm gonna take a nap before john gets in and we have to go grocery shopping.
No, the fucker did not get me soy ice cream, yet insists that he will. So, I have not been happy with him. He *will* get it. .... or else...
So, that leaves this weekend. I messed up my weekends. I have no clue how Dad said June 27th, but Tara doesn't arrive until Aug 27th. Its a damn good thing that I called him instead of just heading out.
So, I headed north to Origins conventionland to meet up with Dusty and the gals. It was a lovely weekend. I ate like a queen all weekend, and will pay the piper this week for it.
I introduced Dusty to chocolate Silk Soy milk which is my fave breakfast treat.
I don't have too much to say about Sean Astin at the convention other than I felt that he was more than patient, humble and accomodating. I was impressed by his willingness to interact with people, and his patience with the strange element. Oh, and that he obviously loves his wife.
I made Dusty walk slowly down the red carpet and pretend it was a red carpet just for us. heheh
We went to the North Market which is a really nifty place. There was a lady selling soy candles and she showed us how they burned clean without soot, and that they didn't burn hot like parafin, they burned warm. She dipped her fingers in the top of the candle she had burning and rubbed it into the back of my hand and with that she sold me, I *love* candles. I especially love candles that smell good, and I especially dig that you can wear it like a fragrance oil. I bought one for me and one for Dusty. I chose 'pearnilla' which is obviously part pear scent and part vanilla scent and i lit it as soon as I got home and I can't keep my fingers out of it :P
So, this got me thinking... "Can I make my own soy candles?" And whaddayaknow? I did an internet search, and yesindeedee I can make my own. While I would love to continue to give my patronage to ms joyofsoy.net I can't afford 8.00 a candle, even if it does burn for 65 hours.
I also took Dusty to my Lady's house and we chatted there for a while before hooking up with the gals for lunch and then hitting the road.
Yes yes yes yes... Duane was not at work on Sat, so I dragged Dusty there again to take a look at him and flirt with him this morning. I wondered if he'd remember me, or even recognize me. A lot of people don't anymore. So he did recognize me, and we chatted and flirted a bit and he commented on my burn and basically quizzed me on what I did to treat it. He's still fine, his hair is longer ( *pant* ) and there is no ring on his finger. However, he does have a bit more of a belly than he did before. Not that this matters to me... I just always thought that a belly was a sign of a woman's presence. Or maybe he's a good cook. Right...
Like I need another male to obsess over/have problems with... etc etc.
I really needed a weekend away, it truly helped raise my spirits and gave me a bit more steam to continue onward with my tasks.
p.s. i smell like pearnilla. can you imagine how much of an enticement this fragrance is? think about it. men like smells (most of them do anyways) and if the way to a man's heart is through his (ribcage) *ahem* stomach... what male could resist woman smelling like yummy edible things like pears and vanilla.
quake. quake now penile appendage packers.... i shall have dominion!
I should have known when I couldn't get media player to find any song that I wanted to listen to that I shouldn't go in to work. I kept saying, 'nah, it's just the crazy media player folks.' But I knew better.
Today was the highest test of patience I've had in a very long time.
Bloody Mary (aka the Area Manager) decided to show up at our job today. She has a bad habit of finding something deathly wrong with a store and making an employee fix it. Today, it was me that was the fixer. I spent 2 and a half hours scrubbing and sweeping the mf parking lot with her 'direction'. I was furious because it's a direct result of other people not doing their job. The work that I had to do was absolutely disgusting... people are sick... lazy and sick. I had to clean up behind the dumpster and I'm dry heaving while sasquatch is talking on her cellular.
I was so mad that I stopped talking to anyone. My manager kept trying to talk to me, he was presented with either the middle digit of the left hand or the middle digit of the right hand. I didn't talk to anyone for a good 45 mins. When I stop joking around, it's a bad thing.
I start my mantra, of 'this is what i do for a paycheck, this day will pass.... ' and I'm still having a prob stomaching my job.
When Jimmy came in (the ass that should have done some of the work that I did this morning) I let him know it too. At first he thought it was funny that he left all his garbage behind the dumpster to fester in the summer sun. bleah. But he became my bitch today. I rode his ass like sasquatch rode mine. Tomorrow, he's my bitch too. And just maybe, every day after that.
I of course being of weak composition, had to have french fries, guacamole, and mass ibuprofen to deal with my day. But that's ok I figure I had to have burnt all that off because of all the sweeping I did in the sun. Something had to give. I still didn't have any diet coke.... and I've got truck tomorrow to help burn off any extra. Soooo there. :P
About 2 p.m. I looked at my boss, who was still trying to coddle me, and I say, "Actions, James. Actions. The required action for you to return to the sunshine of my favor is Soy Delicious Chocolate Ice cream." He supposed to bring it to work tomorrow. We'll see. I love that stuff.
or not.
i got a very bad burn on my forearm today from work. I am hoping that my quick reaction time will keep it from a severe thing. so far, i appear to be holding it in check.
i have been working fairly hard lately. I don't mind it though because I enjoy a challenge, but I am getting to the point where it's time to start taking some action on my future plans. I am just trying to get past this summer first.
*sigh*
i'm tired. going to bed.
xx
dilate
life used to be life-like
now it's more like show biz
i wake up in the night
and i don't know where the bathroom is
and i don't know what town i'm in
or what sky i am under
and i wake up in the darkness and i
don't have the will anymore to wonder
everyone has a skeleton
and a closet to keep it in
and you're mine
every song has a you
a you that the singer sings to
and you're it this time
baby, you're it this time
when i need to wipe my face
i use the back of my hand
and i like to take up space
just because i can
and i use my dress
to wipe up my drink
i care less and less
what people think
and you are so lame
you always disappoint me
it's kinda like our running joke
but it's really not funny
i just want you to live up to
the image of you i create
i see you and i'm so unsatisfied
i see you and i dilate
so i'll walk the plank and i'll jump with a smile
if i'm gonna go down
i'm gonna do it with style
and you won't see me surrender
you won't hear me confess
'cuz you've left me with nothing
but i've worked with less
and i learn every room long enough
to make it to the door
and then i hear it click shut behind me
and every key works differently
i forget every time
and the forgetting defines me
that's what defines me
when i say you sucked my brain out
the english translation
is i am in love with you
and it is no fun
but i don't use words like love
'cuz words like that don't matter
but don't look so offended
you know, you should be flattered
i wake up in the night
in some big hotel bed
my hands grope for the light
my hands grope for my head
the world is my oyster
the road is my home
and i know that i'm better
off alone
Yesterday's truck was 170 pieces. I am noticing an upward trend. I also had half an hour less to put it away. Lemme tell you, I humped it. So, usually, they put me on something easy after doing truck, but not yesterday. We were so short staffed. I had to be on drive thru grill. It really is too difficult (and probably too dry) to explain, so let me just say, it's very hard work, non stop. I was so sore and out of whack when I got off of work I was set to beg John to crack my back. Well, he cracked it and massaged out the lower back (lifting muscles for me) and I fell asleep for a little bit after it.
After guacamole, we went to the thrift store. We found a new keyboard for me, in which the spring is still active in the letters, and the letters are still on the keys. Mine was so worn it was pathetic. I also got a new monitor for 20 bucks! It's 17 inches and as far as I can tell, perfect.... just used. John's monitor blew last week, so he's using mine until he purchases his this weekend. My old monitor, the contrast was broken and it was really too dark. I had a hard time seeing pictures that might be darker than others, and details in pics were hard to see too.
So, now I need to get my computer wiped and all the software reinstalled on it because it is not supposed to be a slow computer... but I did a scan for hijackers and other such nasties and found fifty eight of them. Did a little work on it, and still had five left. And they are hidden files. But it runs a little better now. The process begins of going through my files, determining what I want to keep and then saving it.
I am also going to get a cd burner. My disc drive has been broke for some time. It refuses to eject no matter what trick you use. (cursing at it doesn't work either.) And probably more memory. My computer just won't know what to do with itself.
On the up side of this... I found my David Pirner mp3's on my computer. Rock on.
I think that I dreamed I was in NYC last night. But I can't remember enough of my dream.
It's friday, and I am soooooooooooooo happy. It's my 11a.m. to 4 p.m. shift. Which is just blissful for me. I might go watch Greg play tonight.... I might not.
I am reeeeeally close to finishing a project that I've been working on *forever* (at least on the mental plane)
gotta run, things to do
That would be the amount of pieces on 'the truck'.
At work we get our shipments 3X a week. Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. All of them are an early morning job. 6:00a.m. or 6:30a.m. Usually a guy puts all the stuff away. The idea is to cut off the cardboard flaps and place them on the shelves in the right place so that they are easily accessible to people who may need something in a hurry. Also, you have to rotate the stock so that everything stays fresh.
We are so short staffed at the moment, that Tiffany had been doing the job. Well, Tiffany quit. Since they were desperate, I decided I would help them on Saturday morning, but with the agreement that I would leave by a certain time becuase Saturdays are a permanent request of mine. I know as soon as I give a little, they will try to take a mile, and they are not having my weekends off. I do enough for the store.
Well, I don't half ass things. I put the truck away, reorganized mass quantities of disheveled items, cleaned the walk in, freezer, and the back stock room. It looked great. And, I finished in good time too. Everyone was raving over how easy it was to find things, and how clean everything was, etc etc. I just kinda felt weird because... it should be that way all the time.
So, now I am truck bitch. Which is cool by me because it's 3 less days a week that I'm doing lettuce. If they are assigning this to me, that's fine, but I have also demanded ten minutes in the mornings, and ten minutes in the afternoons to maintain this delicate balance.
Today, I went to work at 6:30 a.m. because it is truck day, and therefor, I have a lot of work to do. 165 pieces of various sizes, shapes, and weights had me grunting and huffing and heaving. It's kinda funny to listen to....
The freezer is the hardest because of all the heavy stuff. Each one of the fry boxes weighs 36lbs.... which doesn't seem like a whole lot, but mulitply that by 45 boxes, and the fact that they get stacked 6 feet high, it's quite enough.
Also, you may have noticed, I said Tiffany quit. I am disappointed, but part of me understands. She's been seeing this guy named Johnny and he's just rocked her world. Well, he was sent to St Louis to do his construction work there. He's very job motivated and not very reachable/personable during this phase, and she thought that he had all but dumped her. Well, (I am speculating) I believe that he has finally got in touch with her and that she is in St Louis with him at the moment. That is the only reason I can think of for such a quick departure. She told me that she knew if he called, she'd run right back to him. I hope it is him...
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Summer has kicked in, and I have caved in. Last year, I went the whole summer without air conditioning. This year, I have to have it because the poor ferret just pants himself stupid. And I just can't do that to the poor guy.
I am thirsty thirsty thirsty. This thirsty feeling has been creeping up on me for a few days and today it hit full force.
I worked the hottest position at work today and I sweated my ass off.
It was my first time in the new position, and James (who likes to think he's only able to do this position right) actually complimented me. He's an ass most of the time.
I enjoyed that my shift went quickly and that I did not need to work out, because essentially, I worked out for three hours.
I mean, I came home and slept for two hours.
I have been listening to Amici Forever I just love their sound. So full, so rich, so absolutely beautiful. What can I say? I love opera music. I really wish they'd tour here in the states because I'd so be there. I'd probably blubber like a baby the whole time.
Tomorrow is Ellen's last day at work. I baked cinnamon rolls for her. I think I finally found the bread recipe i like best. I usually change this or change that, but don't get the consistancy I want. I wanted big puffy rolls, and I just wasn't getting it. So finally, tonight, when I needed it to work, it worked out. I like to make my cinnamon rolls in the shape of a sun, so I have two 'suns' on my baking sheet downstairs, ready for work tomorrow. I'll have to make the icing in the morning.
I love baking.
Someone tell me why i am wide awake at 3:01 a.m. with the song [i]Come on Eileen[/i] stuck in my head? I knew when i went to bed at 8:30pm it was a bad idea. but swimming for two hours just is the best lull to sleep i've ever had and i'm enjoying the best sleep.
gonna eat some 'ice cream' and try to catch that dirty sandman. how dare he leave me. :P
Quotes from the week in the life of Hawk M. Winter
"Linda, you always have some excuse for me to suck your cock."
That's from work, from the manager.
"I have a place for your face."
That's mine.
"Do you know you still have glitter in your hair?"
That's from John.
"John's here and he's run through the graveyard."
A co worker's comment on John bringing me flowers.
"I don't really mind the cicadas that much anymore."
That's me.
"Get it off of me, get it off of me, get it off of me, for the love of God, it's on my face, get it off of me."
That's me five minutes later after a cicada landed on my forehead.
"ooooh, there's a design for a halter top, you *so* could make that"
The muse.
"What are you doing with your hands?"
John after I start openning and closing my hands really fast while passing the dollar-per-yard material aisle. I was weak. about 50 yards weak. They were clearing out their back room. I was a helpless lamb, It was too much for me.
"ooooh, yard sale"
I stopped and bought a cabinet and a desk that all of my sewing stuff is on at the moment.
"Tiffany, is something wrong with Linda? She and I worked a whole day and didn't get into a single argument."
Boy wonder of management.
"grummbleeeeebbbleeelgfrrrrr"
My tummy, says it's breakfast.
cioa.
or chow, as it were
I swam for another two hours yesterday. Then I came home and took a really hot shower. In less than an hour, I was drifting off, and just went to bed early. I love the feeling of swimming and being surrounded by water. I just find something incredibly nurturing about water. Is it the fact that humans are mostly water? Or that we are formed in water? Or, could it be the full moon? Which I often want to call the 'fool' moon.
Tracy, my co worker, friend, walking, and work-out partner, swims with me and we enjoy the pool together. We act like little kids doing back flips, jumping in and out of the water, staying in the water until our fingers and toes resemble raisins. Sharing our pool toys with the kids, and just swim laps back and forth across the deep end. Occassionally, we make rude gestures or comments about the noodles.
Her husband just bought her a 5 megapixel camera. Allow me to slobber with jealousy.