I’m still deciding whether to revive this thing or not.
So many things have changed and I really find it hard to keep this blog alive. I started this six years ago. I am in a new place now. No longer working in Waikiki. I am a “homemaker” in North Carolina now. My days are spent cleaning and cooking, and making sure my fiancé has everything he needs. I’ve turned into a pretty damned awesome Gypsy housewife. Who would’ve figured?
In case anyone is wondering, I’ve been away from the internet for a good month. And darn, was it well received. I went on dates, started going to work 5 days a week for meager pay, and other things. I don’t want to jinx myself.
I freaked out and asked my roommate if I had a skintag on my neck. She was being a grumpy pants and said yes. I then proceeded to try to cut off the skintag with an Exacto knife. When I looked in the mirror I saw that it wasn’t a skintag but a mole.
So I nervously called my boss to ask for a promotion. He denied me. Because of my tattoos. But he did say he will create a new position for me so that I may keep my current job and work longer hours. :)
Well, considering how awesome I love my job and how I don’t want to leave Hawaii anytime soon, I’ve decided right here and now that I will get my teaching certificate! I like kids (not so much high school aged kids) but there’s a huge shortage of teachers in this state and I’d be happy to work as a teacher while I write manuscripts and screenplays on the side.
I just think its so funny how much I hated high school and here I am deciding that I’m going to be a high school english teacher.
I was fishing for sharks and lying under a tarp because it was raining. All of a sudden one of my rods (worth $1000 each) got pulled into the air by a shark catching the line. I jumped up to grab it but as I did I slipped because of the wet boardwalk. I fell backwards and the built in bottle- opener in my board shorts dug into my hip and cut it.
So we bashed the fuck out of the shark to kill it, coz fuck that hurts!
(Paraphrased from) Some Wanker called DJ Krispy (via neverthechild)
I can’t believe there are still people like this in the world. I just wish that bottle opener would’ve cut something more worthwhile.
I just ran over to my friend’s room and told her about my current spot in Catching Fire (“I’m in a glass case of emotions!”). Then I hastily ran over to the refrigerator to heat my dinner when I realize I left my TV on and ran back to turn it off before my roommate yelled at me. In my haste I had forgotten I wasn’t WATCHING the Hunger Games. When I read, the images and events are so vivid like a movie, that I forget that I’m READING a novel and instead, process it in my mind like a film. I felt like an idiot when for a second, as I find my television off, i wonder to myself who turned it off.
Anyway, I picture Finnick as Channing Tatum and Johanna as Megan Fox.
I am obsessed with reading my high school classmates’ facebook pages. Not all of them, just a select few…. “undesirables.” Its actually pretty self-assuring to see the facebook profiles of people I didn’t really care for in high school completely taking advantage of welfare and public housing. Seriously, America, there is no reason why a woman who is 25 years old should have more than 5 children, while on welfare.
Their facebook profiles are amazing. Long rants in all caps. Calling out their landlords and fellow squatters. It’s a zoo.
And for serious, it makes me feel amazingly gifted in my life.
I feel like some of the dudes I’m being matched with instantly get archived because they remind me of one of my brothers. I have six brothers! I don’t want to be mean and just archive guys straight away without taking an effort into looking into their profile, but sometimes I get that ICK factor straight away.
I filled out the questionnaire on eHarmony and am seriously thinking about buying a subscription to review my matches. You see, EH doesn’t allow you to see pictures of those you’re compatible with until you fork over $60 a month. That’s a lot of money for a broke individual as myself. I’m trying to rationalize paying that much money by saying that I’m “investing in my future.” I am willing to put this fee on my credit card if I can convince myself that it’s necessary. I mean, I work hard all year, I deserve something nice!
Today, at my Blockbuster job, I did two experiments to which I hypothesized the good in people by creating a scenario to which my co-worker would be proven wrong. She stated the ubiquitous “Give an inch, take a mile” philosophy that tends to overcome the general population when it comes to deals and sales. Blockbuster is closing so I told a customer she could go through the racks and take DVD backer cards (mini-poster things) that normally we would sell for 75 cents each. I said, “a few” and “a handful” for free. My co-worker and I watched her. All the while, I’m professing that the customer would do the right thing and not take advantage of the freebies I was giving her. My co-worker contested thoroughly that the customer was going to take a lot more than she was offered.
Five minutes later, the customer came up, said Thanks and left. I looked in her hands and she took at least 100 backers. I looked at the shelves that had the backers on them, and they were disheveled. A hundred is not a few! I also had to go back and straighten the mess the customer had made when she went through the racks. Insult to injury.
In further thought, I expect this experiment endanger my job when this customer comes back tomorrow demanding more free DVD backers, to which my manager will say, “Who said you can have them for free!?”
Yup, I’m screwed. Good thing we’re going out of business, aye? :)
I watched this TLC show tonight and I bawled through out most of it. I know people watched it and saw these obsessed animal lovers, but I saw them as people like me who would do anything for their pup. At one point of the people featured was watching as his puppies cloned from his dog were being born, and all between gasping breaths of crying I totally felt his pain. I know my roommates must’ve thought I was some kind of psychotic episode, but it was just very emotional to see. I differently hope there will be some sort of series coming from this.
I can gripe about holiday consumerism all day, claim I should be able to open my presents early because I don’t believe in Jesus, and I can tell people I have no real love for Christmas at all… But every year I catch myself watching 24-hours of A Christmas Story; all the holiday episodes of Friends, Family Matters, and King of the Hill; and yesterday, I caught myself watching unboxing videos of Kindle Fires to see if my friend got me one (I memorized her wrapped present’s shape and weight before I left for the holidays).
I’ve been told by nearly every customer I approach and every co-worker I’ve ever had, that I’m the sweetest person they’ve ever met. I go out of my way to be nice to people, to make sure they’re finding everything alright, etc. But for some reason my manager seems to have made it his duty to be the most fucking-asshole to me. I drove home tonight in tear because he spent most of his shift criticizing my sales, degrading me, and being confrontational. He even told me that I deserve that kind of treatment because I’m making the most mistakes out of everyone there. I really don’t understand it, I only work two days a week and it’s his responsibility to keep things in order. I feel like he’s blaming me for things that are under his control.
What makes matters worse is that he’s done this before— my co-worker was constantly degraded and forced to tears on many occasions. She ended up getting let go because she couldn’t take it anymore.
I really have no choice but to step away from my job. This fucking sucks.
I’ve been having a hard time at work lately. Maybe its the stress of Finals week or the constant gnawing feeling in my chest from the realization that my “future” is two weeks away. My manager has begun a tirade against me. He constantly degrades me every chance he gets and generally makes me feel like shit. He’s already driven one of the other female co-workers out but before then I remember him pushing her to tears on more than one occasion.
Over my last shift with this manager I tried talking to him but was hit with the same amount of attitude. I told him I couldn’t talk to him and instead, would talk to the Assistant Manager about it.
Today I went in to see the Ast. Manager and noticed she wasn’t working. When she came in to drop off movies her eyes were swollen and I knew right away that her father had passed.