mearsette

10:46 am: happy turkey day!
I've decided to start posting on my myspace instead of livejournal. So check it out! http://www.myspace.com/mearsette

03:05 pm: uhhh
I promised pictures earlier...I thought it would be easier to post on myspace so they were going to be there...but apparently I'm not quite smart enough to post pics there either...so my apologies to all who care...maybe that guy I live with will show me how to post them someday...he seems to be okay with computers...I'm sleepy...elphie is chewing on a rubber heart, it's cute...OH, I haven't posted since New York! It was fun. Murdering Marlowe was very good (specially the provocative music). We also saw Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, so much fun!!! And it happened to be John Lithgow's Birthday, so Norbert Leo Butz brought out a cake and made a speech and had the audience sing happy birthday. I sang happy birthday to John Lithgow. And of course it was good to see old and new friends. And that's the end on that subject.
Elphie's barking now...not cute.
Ummm...guess that's all I'm gonna write today.

05:25 pm: better than average
Life:
You: 6.6
Average: 6.4
Mind:
You: 5.9
Average: 6.1
Body:
You: 6.1
Average: 6.4
Spirit:
You: 5.4
Average: 6.6
Friends/Family:
You: 4.4
Average: 5
Love:
You: 6.9
Average: 5.4
Finance:
You: 6.8
Average: 6.4

01:30 pm: vent
So, I've taken this freakin practice test for the gre 2 times now. This test takes about 2-3 hours to complete, and requires more mathematical thinking than I care to ever do. It's not really fun. I've taken it twice. One would think, oh, well, that's good practice, you're probably improving and learning a lot from those practice tests. Well, that's bullshit. Why? Because computers are dumb and I can't figure out how to get the results sent back to me because it says I need to have an account, which I thought was already set up, but that info isn't going through, so I set up a new account but then it says that account already exists. It is probably my fault for forgetting my user id or not saving something or whatever, but now I don't know how to fix it, the computer says I have yet to take a practice test, and I feel like I have just wasted a lot of time. GRRRRRRR!

11:19 pm: hmmm...am I really that mean?

You are Regina


Which Mean Girl are you?
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03:17 pm: Greetings and Salutations
Wow. I was just looking over my blog...I've been a little quiz happy lately. So here is an actual entry:
Had last weekend off work, which was very nice. Although, I have been fighting my headaches more consistently lately. A migraine made me sleep half of Saturday away, but once I kinda snapped out of it Zack and I went to Milwaukee where Zack bought a new car that I am completely jealous of! It's a brand new Mini Cooper S, chili red with white. I'll try to post a picture of it on myspace (easier to post pics there for the not-so-computer-savvy). My purchases in Milwaukee were a little less costly: Cinderella DVD and Krispy Kremes:-)
Sunday we drove around a lot, went to the zoo, bought Halloween decorations, hung out with Ed a little, and then of course, watched some Desperate Housewives.
New York in less than a week!!!!! Very excited. Still doing the pilates thing, anxious to start the next level next month.
Work vent: People are dumb. I mean today was alright, no big trouble-makers, but in general, the more I work in retail/customer service jobs, the more I realize I don't have much tolerance for most people. They tend to annoy me. I don't care to constantly make small talk with strangers and I definitely don't feel like sharing details about my life with them. What makes people think they can ask you random questions about your life when you work in customer service? What if school and career are touchy subjects for me right now that don't have simple answers? I feel very invaded when people ask me things about myself at work. Its none of their business. One customer complaint on the website (btw not about me) was that the teller was not enthusiastic enough. Is enthusiasm really necessary for a teller? I mean I know we need to be pleasant, but I'm not usually enthused about my job, and I don't think I should have to do the phony salesman thing when I'm just working with money. I could go on for a very long time about this subject, but Darth Amanda covered a lot of it quite nicely. I am very thankful that I no longer have to deal with a lot of these issues since I don't work in a store anymore, however, some of them still apply to a banker. Grrr.

Confessions of a Retail Kid
By AQ



If retail were an entrée, it would be a slice of zucchini with a dollop of poop on top. Sounds appetizing, eh? Sounds sick, and there's no denying, I am fucking sick of my retail job. I've been at this job two years now, and I’m about ready to beat some faces bloody. Perhaps I sound a bit touchy. Well, hear me out, God Dammit!



The difference between your job and my retail job is cut and dry. Do your customers tell you how to do your job? Mine do. “Don't put gummy worms and gummy bears in the same bag, and put all the spatulas in separate bags. You must have a bag big enough for the ten-speed bicycle? Maybe your boss knows where the ginormous bags are." Then there are the bathrooms. Do people come to your place of business simply to take the biggest shit known to man, then ‘forget’ to flush? When, if ever, did you have a boss who was a junior in high school? Welcome to my world.



Butt-sweaty money, yes, that’s what I said, butt-sweaty money. Especially in the summertime, strait from their back pocket, that's what they pay with, the money actually wilts. Who are these people? When did it become acceptable to hand such a revolting wad of cash to an innocent clerk? I’ve actually been handed money from some strange women’s bulging cleavage. I nearly shat myself. Paramedics get gloves. Give me gloves! I need protective gear for my job.



My pay should be based more on how many times I endure blame for "things out of my control" rather than by my hours worked. Everything is my fault. When the bathrooms are closed for cleaning, it's my fault. When copyright law doesn’t allow me to take back an opened DVD, it's my fault. All people must have this innate knowledge of who's at fault, because they all know to automatically blame me.



The top five things customers say to retail associates that they think are witty, original or memorable, but are actually fucking annoying:



“No price? Must be free!” – Right, retard, and this UPC symbol is just here to make the packaging look retro and funktified, does it blow your mind?


“I should get a "frequent shopper" discount!” – If you get a frequent shopper discount, then my associate discount should be more than whatever discount you get! I worked for it you slothful bastardio!


“So, how are you doing today, "insert name appearing on clerk's name tag here"? – Quickest way to creep out a cashier. You don’t know me so don’t use my fucking name as if you're my good buddy.


“But, but that was in the $4.00 bin!” – Need I say....douche bag? Stuff rings up correctly. Just because some gremlin moved an item from one shelf to another, you get a $70 CD player for $4? You can thank the lazy bum stealing Nix for his pubic lice on that one.


“You better clean that spill up before something bad happens, why, someone could slip and fall and hurt themselves.” You're so right, I am a dumb ass. How could basic logic escape me? I didn't know spills were slippery and could result in accidents. Shall we stand around and talk some more about other known adverse ramifications of spills or shall I fetch a mop and bucket, fuck face?!


My beliefs:



Anyone that shops retail must first work in retail. This, to promote insight into why customer service isn’t as "ass-kissy" as it is in Dream Land, especially during the busy holiday seasons.


Large families that frequent retail stores should notify their relatives in advance of their shopping venture. This courtesy is to avoid those messy family reunions that block the middle of the aisles for long periods of time.


All children should be sedated before entering the store.


Just because one is fat, one is not a handicap. Too often the disabled and elderly must hobble around the store because obese patrons are using the store-provided wheelchairs and automatic carts for their FAT use.


If you’re in a hurry, don’t shop on Saturday. And if you do, bring your "patience shoes" with you. ‘Nuff said!


How to make a retail worker’s life less miserable:



1. If a cashier or associate does a good job, thank them! Remember, ground level retail associates make minimum wage, as in, less than what you make. As in, they’s po’.



2. If a cashier or associate exceeds your expectations, tell one or several of their "many" bosses. Don’t reserve talking to a manager for complaints only.



3. Keep your money neat and orderly. Be personable and hand your money to the cashier. Tossing a wad of scrunched bills at someone is demeaning…you, dick face!



4. When purchasing clothing, remove the hangers unless you want them.



5. Give your cashier some credit and assume they are smart and full of common sense and won’t put the rat poison in the same bag as the baby formula. If they mess up then you can tell them (nicely) how to do their job.



6. Just because someone works in retail doesn't mean you are more educated than they. I work with many college graduates who can’t find work in their field right now.



7. Never expect an immediate answer. If you think that shopping in a retail store is hard, try working in one. Most of the time workers themselves have trouble locating items. If you plan on asking a question, plan on waiting for the answer.



8. Remember to use those "magic words" you were taught as a child: Please and Thank You.



9. Boycott Wal-Mart.

05:49 pm: I love Firefly/Serenity!

You are Inara, the registerred Companion. you are
sexy, sensual and skilled, yet have trouble
admitting to your emotions. You swing both
ways.


Which Firefly character are you?
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02:31 pm: funny
http://www.ps260.com/molly/SHINING%20FINAL.mov

01:58 pm: Sigh, where to begin...
Zack's parents and grandma left town this morning. My home is clean, my laundry is done, and there is far too much food in the house tempting me. I love the Quarles clan and we had a good time, but it also feels really good to have the day off work and the house completely to myself.
Work is getting a little better, finding my footing a little bit more. I ordered study stuff for the GRE and bought plane tickets for NY:-) Would love to get halloween decorations today, but looks like I may have to wait until payday. My Elphaba has a yeast infection in her ear. Poor baby. It looked all gross, and we thought it just needed to be cleaned, but no, there was fungus growing in it. So now she gets ear drops and meds for the rest of the week.
That's about all that's going on with me.
Later, y'all.

01:20 pm:

What Your Underwear Says About You

When you're bad, you're very bad. And when you're good, you're still trouble! You're a closet exhibitionist who gets a thrill from being secretly naughty.

04:49 pm: I'm spicy

You Are Mexican Food

Spicy yet dependable. You pull punches, but people still love you.

03:51 pm:

Your Brain's Pattern

You have a tempered, reasonable way of thinking. You tend to take every new idea in, and meld it with your world view. For you, everything is always changing. Each moment is different. Your thinking process tends to be very natural - with no beginnings or endings.

03:35 pm: i'm all stuffed up
So, there's this guy at work who likes to come in really sick and cough everywhere without even covering his mouth. He also thinks that he is my boss just because he chose to be a "personal banker" instead of a mere "sales associate" like myself. He's also completely obsessed with money, funny since he never wants to spend it. I do not hate him as much as I did a couple morons from the store, he has his decent moments, but I do blame him for my not feeling well.
I have the day off, so I bought Desperate Housewives and some chocolates, and in between episodes I've been getting stuff done around the house...sometimes I'm very much stereotypical.
I'm gonna change the color scheme on this thing now.

08:27 pm: aaah!

You Are 32 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

12:54 pm: Yo Yo
Hello to all of my devoted blog readers!
So, I've been in a major funk the last few days and am determined to be done with it. I just sang some Lion Tamer. I just got the sheet music for it and I loves it! Now I plan to take the dog for a walk, make myself presentable, spend some money I don't have, go to my pilates class, and finally have dinner with my boy.
I get to go to New York next month to see a show directed by Jason Jones with music composed by Zack Quarles:-), November brings the Chicago shopping trip, and January hopefully will be California. Yay for traveling! We were supposed to go to Milwaukee with Joel and Laura this month, but plans changed so they're just coming to visit us here in Madison.
Point to this rambling? No matter how many issues I feel I'm dealing with, life is still pretty good.

03:12 pm:

03:58 pm:
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06:08 pm: hi
Guess its been a little while...
Since my last entry Ragtime ended-yay-a tornado hit Stoughton-scary-elphie chewed on a window sill-grrr-family visited:-)I enrolled in a pilates class...and some other stuff happened too. Ta-da. Update complete. Time to make the drive to Madison for a meeting. Ick. At least there will be food there.

05:53 pm: I ate too much sugar today. Now all I want to do is nap. But I should clean. But I don't wanna.
New job is going pretty well, I have my ditzy moments, but its all starting to make sense.
Zack and I had massages yesterday. That was nice.
The show's going okay but I am so ready for it to be over...and I totally agree with what my boy said on his blog.
Oh, important decision made: I will not move to Chicago unless an awesome acting job requires me to. I'm tired of holding on to this outdated plan of mine that doesn't really make sense for me anymore. I'm happy living here. I have a job, live in a great house, have a wonderful boyfriend, and I can still audition in Chicago and Milwaukee whenever I want. So why stress out about starting anew in Chicago? I don't really care to play the role of lonely, starving actress anymore. I'd rather get my masters, teach, and do shows when I can for fun and self-satisfaction as opposed to for food. This was a really tough decision for me. It is not how I had planned for things to go, but its what I want, and thats more important than following a plan just to prove something.
I'm going to do laundry and chill on my comfy new couch now.

05:53 pm:

Your IQ Is 95

Your Logical Intelligence is Average Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius Your Mathematical Intelligence is Average Your General Knowledge is Average