egad. maybe tonight i can play catch up before everyone abandons me.

i did sort of drop the ball yesterday and didn't really exchange words or greetings with h.c.t.t.
*shrug* i had a busy day with deadlines, and it just slipped by me. i still spent time on other people though.

why i am really posting...

just felt like sharing my new "thing".

in addition to my interest in web design (&learning dreamweaver and flash) i somehow feel the need to learn html and css and all that base level stuff. it's like i have this inner techie side that is screaming for knowledge.

i tried to appease it by buying an html/xhtml & css book at barnes & noble over the weekend. i liked the style the authors chose to write it in. it's not overly pretentious and they only go into stuff as you need it which is refreshing. i also checked out a bunch of stuff, from the library, i prolly won't get to. java, action scripts, etc. but i choose to remain optimistic that i will at least browse them in the allotted 2 weeks.

that reminds me. 2 weekends left in which to finish wigs. dvkhgvsiudhiugf!!! g_____g

***out of curiosity, what browsers is everyone using?*** i use firefox... but it's been giving me lip and i am considering a change

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i often hear people admire my hair at the grocery store. they must be as bored as i am.

my plan has been wildly successful so far.

i joined the bagel club (friday bagel-bringer on rotation) to show my participatory-ness. not a word, i know. shut up. :) and i stayed and chatted to the HR lady who keeps track of signup and rotation for bagelly goodness. social posturings... check.

i both greeted snakey sales guy and high-class-trailer-trash, AND held multiple instances of conversing.

"whut?" you say?

you *talked* to h.c.t.t.??????!

yes. i managed it. i asked for pictures of dealer's boats. i made eye contact. i smiled. (i gagged) i also said bless you for every sneeze. i was up on my game.

but the coup de grâce.....

in the picture exchange, we determined that both of us had thumb drives and neither one was recognized on either of our computers. i FIGURED IT OUT. (xp was assigning a letter drive to the usb drives that was already allocated as a drive on the server. so i renamed the usb drive letter to be 'A' and VOILA!) suddenly, she was able to access pictures she had thought were gone forever. her sister's wedding, her nephew, stuff.

suddenly i am (for one shining moment?) her favorite person. i got a huge fucking smile and a heartfelt thank you and she went and told the other front office people that i was magical. (seriously)

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i think for today, that means i win. and i'm fucking magic. top that.

impromptu, un-forewarned hiatus of late. sorry. not sure if it will be a bit longer.
comments and reading... i know i am real far behind. Dx  i'm sorry

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the sales guy that does the hiring...

he is sort of a tricky bastard always trying out mind games. he is also the one that in the interview said, "personality and fitting in are more important than skills." (ok, i get that, to a certain point, but having a useless person that fits in fabulously still seems like a waste of time.) so, high-class-trailer-trash sales girl is like his right hand. figuratively only. as far as i know. and she's a bitch and we haven't talked, right. so i think that might now be a problem.

apparently i can get along wth everyone, and she is still the mark i am measured by. (excuse me a moment. *ahem* FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!) i feel sick. seriously.

( adventures of snakey sales guy and h.c.t.t. ).
if only they had had room in the offices in the back, where people i actually need to talk to for my job are, instead of up front. it seems unfair that i'm judged on interaction with someone who is pissed that i'm supposed to get an office, and she is not. that is a fucking HURDLE i can only leap if she allows it. could i bribe her? offer to get her drunk or something? ...tell her she can have the office, if it'll make her stop acting like a bitch?

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CANADIAN FRIENDS!!

are all of you alright?
i was worried about the many of you that live up there when someone mentioned earthquakes to me the other night (they were not canadian. so all i got was earthquakes).  what's the deal? where did it shake stuff up? was it the west coast what with the quakes in china? (japan? see, i don't recall that part of the story and have not been online to where i could check)

i can't seem to shake this gnawing feeling of annoyance that has been growing the last many days. it's probably a reaction to something, but i don't know what.

it is causing me to feel ornery and disconnected. i guess i tend to shut down at times like this, close off and whatnot in order to isolate and take stock of myself. try to figure what the problem is.

i guess partly it could be frustration with people... on the work side. it would be exceedingly helpful if i had a fake social mode that i could slip into that would allow me to charm and bullshit everyone. one that worked on people i didn't care too much for, or people that made being friendly 'difficult'. (like when they give you the: i'm-not-sure-i-like-you vibe.

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on another note:
i am watching a WAAAAY old-school anime called MAZE. it's actually very good.
it reminds me of a cross between Slayers and Bastard. ha.

it also made me think that the newer and shinier anime sometimes feels more empty and useless and boring, even though it 'looks' better. not all of them, but plenty of them. (example: kiddy grade, while not bad was kind of meh. claymore and gankutsuo)

oops. behind on correspondence and general message answering.

all weekend, it's been me and my laptop and writing the death note fic. :q

though i did leave to pick up my sculptures from the gallery. stopped by the fam's to say hi, and ended up watching the opening ceremony for the olympics in high definition. WOW.

note to self: the chinese are so taking over all our asses. this was their coming out party. holy shizzle. i hope they don't hold bush's stupidity against us. -_-;

ah. i blinked, and it's almost monday already.
no real dread there, but weekends are happy time. i didn't do anything "productive" it was nice. but it looks like hell in here. did however cut my hair. finally. low and behold, it never looks like how i think it'll look but it isn't too short this time (i think).

meh. i'm hungry, but it's time for bed. g__g
what to do.......

i am caught up on LJ <3

now it is time to eat, and then do the hair cutting! (and R's hair as well, muahahaHAAAA)

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P.S. REGARDING THE CUT
i did not cut anyone out of meanness. or solely due to comment frequency. if i have had you on my list for over six months and we still don't know each other really at all... it probably isn't going to happen. that makes neither of us bad people - just, perhaps, incompatible.

and now for my standard disclaimer:
if you feel i did a misstep, that i should not have cut you because of (insert reason here), just let me know. SAY something for chrissakes. don't think i cut you because i hate you, or find you boring. as i said before, i generally cut people that were too busy to do anything, much less interact or be friends. if interaction picks up, if you later have time for such things, i'll probably be re-friending you.

on a lot of counts, i assumed people were disinterested.

*steps off soapbox, kicks it into a corner and slinks off*

what is your current favorite candy?

mine is, right now, german raspberries.  *__*


((post links to your candy!))

people are annoying to work with. they always have to make everything so damn complicated. a drama fest.

work = figuring out your coworkers' ISSUES

the sales girl and i have an unspoken agreement not to speak. since like the first moment we met. i'm not really quite sure why, but i don't mourn the lack of communication from someone who looks like high-class trailer trash (<-- my first impression).

i didn't let on about that impression either. i was actually all nice and courteous and all that other shit. but, like i said, it was instant. it is sort of awkward but not intolerable as there is no animosity at all. (i wonder if i remind her of someone. that is often the case in those instant things)

and then one of the guys i work with keeps getting defensive. i.... don't have a clue.

i sort of called him on it today - said that i am only asking questions to get my footing and because i am SUPPOSED to (i am revamping a lot of instruction manuals, diagrams, crap like that). he said he knows, and it is one of THE most important things the company needs to get done. and yet... the defensiveness remained. so, i don't fucking know. if i have to step on toes just to do the job i was hired for, i guess i have too. ksdhfiku

i'm still happy i made the switch.
things should improve after we all work into a routine. and i get my own office.
working close to home is the best.

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wanted to cut my hair today. it was like my big plan.

but, after taking an impromptu call from childhood friend outside publix for 40 mins, getting foodstuffs, putting away foodstufs, then COOKING foodstuffs... i had 1hr left before bed. hair cutting shouldn't be rushed. plus, it always pays to shower afterwards and 1 hr is slim on time for all o' dat.

i made the last one private, but damn i really like this generator. and thank you, my friends, for knocking an unfavorable gimp (current #7) further down the list. that makes me happy.

( Who comments the most on this journal? )

i hate country music.

it is the most despised of all musics (though it was neck-and-neck with cheesy religious music for some years).

why is it the prevalent music of choice at like every job i've ever worked where people are allowed to listen to stuff? i feel nauseous. blarg. good thing i can listen to music online through Pandora (for free!) to drown it out.

thank you, Pandora, i love you.

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me and the other new kid got to drive the inflatable (i.e. boat) around on the pond today at work.

it was so we could see how the electric trolling tabs and motors handled. that was fun. the not fun is the twiddling of thumbs during this training week. it's a lot of info in several-hour sessions and i can't fucking stay awake. i've apologized to at least three people now, saying i am borderline narcoleptic. which very well may be true. i wonder how many of them don't know what that means but just didn't say anything.

they allotted too much 'training time' in which we really have nothing to do. i decided to try studying web stuff during this office time since they want me to do work on their site once i am up to speed anyway. i brought it up to my boss to make sure that was ok, but he is a little a.d.d. so he didn't *really* reply either way. oh well. so i spent from 3-5 on that today. thank god cuz otherwise i would have been fucking bored. real work stuff doesn't begin till monday. *beats head into desk*

termite has decided he loves me this evening. weird, as he's been posturing at me, and been generally NASTY for well over a week. he's treating me like i am R... (which means being playful and clicking, and NOT trying to chew a hole through my skin) i think his head has broken. but it's been nice not getting bitten for no reason. little whelp.

first day of work... lament the no more vacation... can't blame me though. end of vacation is sad for anyone. this week will be training and such - not a lot to do for real job yet. guess that'll come next week. (this week may prove boring)

i don't get the whole friends thing process. i mean, yeah who doesn't want friends... but then who does when the whole thing is rife with issues, uneven friend feelings, and generally crushing disappointment and nothing by the end. jesus. people are not meant to be together. they do nothing but maim rend and exercise futility to an absurd extent. and even people reaching out to each other backfire these things on the other. it's like some weird human trait that allows this.

i still have fits of insanity where i actually want people around.... where i care what they think, and want companionship.... but i am breaking myself of that. it's too treacherous. once you care, you are at the mercy of circumstance and apathy. right now, i only have one person online that i care about on a personal level. as in a real friends sort of thing. but my fatalistic mentality is just waiting for that to go awry. and i admit, i will be rather sad if it does.

for those other people who i am interested in... i guess i toggle between that interest, and a certainty that it'll all just go bad or not pan out so i wonder why i feel compelled to try. i'm not sure. hopefulness i suppose?

note:
washing machine's been broken. i endeavored some mighty "hand" washing since i was out of clothes. this consisted of 1 bathtub, 1 cup detergent, and some riverdancing. rinse repeat.  this morning was fun - got to wring out clothes and pop into dryer. took 170 mins all told to dry. figures they fixed the machine while i was at work. ah well dems the crumbles of the cookie of LIIIIFE.

WOW.

i've drawn 17 pages in less than a week. (!!!!!!)

that, my friends, is a fucking record. and though my hand has had minor issues with tweaks, pings, pains, and cramping, it HAS NOT FAILED ME.

i've been using my wrist brace a bit in off times. but generally the major hand issues consist of the major tendons in my first two fingers tightening up and hurting, pain at the base of my thumb, or numbness in my ring and pinkie fingers - in which case the fingers go weak and i lose control over my hand somewhat.

this time it is pressure at the wrist mostly, but it is not preventing me from use. though i am trying to make myself take a break for the rest of today. it's hard though because i feel i'm gonna be restless. drawing takes that away, and i've been drawing like a fiend, so i've had the peace of no boredom. i don't really *feel* like doing any of that stuff i was going to do.... but i guess i could work on the wigs. >_<     

...maybe i need a drink first though.


((grand total death note manga pages: 38))

mistake?

R and i went out to a japanese place around the corner to celebrate me getting the new job. (R was awesomeness & paid) and what happens but i am approached by a strange woman from the bar.

she apparently felt compelled to make the trip across the room to compliment my hair... now i guess i could've just said thanks or some such thing but i ALWAYS seem to have the words, "oh? i cut it myself" pop out. (because i do.) and then she reaches out and starts TOUCHING MY HEAD. fluffing bits of my hair and actually running fingers through it and turning my head so she can see the back or whatever, but who does that?? is the hair compliment a pickup line or am i missing something??

i felt like i was on sale at an auction.... it would've gotten physical if she'd tried to check my teeth.

her parting line was something about me looking like uma thurman. and "oh, but you've probably heard that before" wink. actually, i don't know if there was a wink. i was trying for no eye contact because, look them in the eye and it encourages people.  plus, i was thinking, uma thurman... another pickup line?? as both that and the haircut thing are used repeatedly, i feel i have to know what i'm dealing with...

never wear anything remotely anime related into a bookstore.. THEY will find you.

this begins my second trial of the evening. i just happened to be wearing a deathnote shirt (very geek of me since it was because i was drawing death note manga) and i did not make the bookstore correlation. du'oh. monkey would be proud (for all of 3 1/2 seconds). so me and R hit the manga aisle and somehow i was ensnared by one of the true anime geeks that give all of us normals a bad rap. i'll refer to him as a "saran wrap" geek. because that seemed to be the barrier between him, and the outside world, and OH social cues. a little geek wrapped in slightly opaque layers of saran wrap, following me around, and talking at me NONSTOP. and the non-LJ me is polite. horribly polite. as in handicapping myself kind of polite. subtle was of no consequence. i would've had to be mean or very rude to get away.

"s.w. geek," i wanted to say, "i do not need you to learn me on anime. i've been watching it since before your nutz ever even considered dropping, so cease spouting off blurbs about one show after another. especially when any input from my end garners a pause and immediate dismissal of new information. this monologue you seem to have mistaken for a conversation has taken my mind hostage and is killing 3 brain cells every minute."

first thing out, i said i like death note and naruto. he promptly forgot this and asked me 3 mins later (in response to "FLCL is not one of my favorites") what is my favorite. *bangs head against bookshelf* HELP MEEEE!

so he kept on talking about 'insane, zany and crrrazy' anime because it's not like i repeated myself over and over that i hate stuff like that... and here comes more saran wrap metaphor justification: he literally was INCAPABLE of interpreting every nonverbal cue of STOP TALKING that i sent out. not only that, he could not translate inflection. i deadpanned "well, isn't that fantastic" and i was amazed to discover he could only grasp the literal meaning of the words.

R tried to jump in and save me several times but s.w.g. was not to be deterred. he would wait until our communication finished, then he would resume. he was practically chasing me. at one point i muttered, "korosu" to R in passing, wanting to convey my displeasure and being extremely confident that s.w.g., learned as he was, would have no japanese vocabulary. (note: korosu - "i kill" or "intent to kill")

finally, i brandished some manga at him with a smile, thumped them at him and said, "well, got what i came for." and threw a, "nice talking to you." over my shoulder. tiresome as that experience was, i'm sure the saran wrap issue prevents a lot of fulfilling social interaction, and repels repeat interactions... so i thought i'd be nice. see, everyone thinks i'm an asshole, and yet here is me being nice. taking the high road. or something. goddamn i was glad to get out of there.

also, he ruined the ending of the death note movie for me (i have yet to find it not in french subtitles). my restraint is great.

and outside right now, either someone is running a chainsaw in the apartment across the hall and downstairs, or their vacuum cleaner has SERIOUS problems.

monkey = bird

it was in the itty bitty notes at the bottom of a post so i suppose it is only fair to write it normal size.

this isn't him, but it is what a monkey generally looks like....

wow. it took me like 10 mins to find a passable pic.

monkey is actually endowed/blessed/whatever with beautiful coloring. he has a neon green tummy and generally he looked better than any of the pics i searched through. *hits self in effort to motivate into throwing pics onto flicker* it's a shame that while pretty, he is demented and possibly retarded. he doesn't seem capable (or doesn't feel like) holding his bladder unless he is IN his cage which is less than useless, and he screams. a lot.

he was screeching at the top of his lungs the entire time i was in the shower. and he really doesn't seem to get the correlation between screaming and having his ass thrown into time out (a covered cage in the bedroom where we can have a closed door between us and noise). he does however connect being bad with getting his wing chewed on, but unfortunately, his retard mind can't cling to that knowledge for more than 15 seconds at a time. sometimes 5.

though i suppose it could be worse - i have only had bad monkey bites twice i think. on recently where the little tart drew blood. consequently, it was me gently putting him into the time out cage, instead of tossing him, that did me in. vengeful monkey. some days i see red and i want to wring your scrawny little neck.

i seem to have a bit of an eating disorder when i am given days to dwell in creativity. not only does eating seem like a bother... but sometimes i eat like 3 bites of something and my body announces "enough!" kind of annoying when you went to the trouble of finding something to eat only to wrap it back up again. it also makes for an ongoing head rolling off your shoulders sort of feeling. i expect it will pass once i start the new job. it's just a funny little quirk i seem to have.

i gave monkey a treat and he shut up. spoiled thing.

started sewing in the wefts* on the L wig today. it is going better than expected for the most part. surely i'll find great giant issues as i go (like OMG wig doesn't fit now! or some such thing.)

the Light wig was rampant with static cling after the washing. now it is the resident pain in the ass. dampening it with water mostly fixed the STATIC problem, but it still seems a bit ratty from how it used to look, and feels like it needs conditioner. i wanted to avoid buying wig conditioner.... (can't use hair products really because it is synthetic fiber... it just isn't the same) i tried a little spray, leave-in conditioner as one website suggested it.... (just on the tips to test it out) but i am not really sold. it's easier to detangle now... but it feels kind of weighty and... not like it was before.

argh i'm going to kill that stupid monkey** if it insists on screaming for no reason. *%#$(&^%($

may take a break from sewing to try and draw some more manga pages. i'm finally to a fun scene. no action... just suggestive. i've been really happy with the outcome of all the new pages. i drew them in the zone, so i can actually go back and appreciate stuff that happened on the fly, like composition, anatomy accuracy, or expressions, as if i didn't draw it at all. sorta like when you are drunk, you may miss details of conversations or events and whatnot, then you see video or pictures. maybe that wasn't the best example....

((shut up, monkey!! i kill youuuuu. unrepentant noisy bitchnugget. yes, chew on your own foot. if only that will distract you into silence.))

i should probably locate some breakfast. been up 3 hrs and the stomach is burning. i hate how today is my last day to really do anything. i feel like i have been off for two days, not a week... and i am supposed to do things like clean or get groceries... cook... but all that stuff would just suck my break time away effortlessly. so i have to like protect it. ignore the stuff i should be doing, like chore stuff, and wring every droplet from this unfettered time off. i can catch all that other shit on the weekend.

i think R is kind of disappointed... i usually cook and stuff on time off. but i realized i would kind of freak out with all the time that would take up, that and shopping, and cleaning this wreck, and doing dishes. i'd fritter away time that was designated for sanity, and i would never get it back.

time off is fleeting. chores are eternal.

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*the extra hair that i sewed together - like hair extensions you can add to make a wig more full.
**my dusky conure. damn bird acts like half dog and half howler monkey.
***the tea party - 'sister awake' go listen!
as usual, i couldn't find a vid with a still shot - and the video doesn't go with how i see the song... just don't watch it while you listen. ;P

spent the last two days buying stuff for the cosplay - mostly stuff for the wigs.

the damn wigs. this is a bigger project than i expected. i did a lot of research and prep work on them yesterday and the night before. when i'm done, i'll post a pic (i now have a flicker account) of my... well a sort of journal thing that i was writing in, making notes in, and drawing little illustrations regarding the process. if nothing else, it provides a handwriting and doodle sample. (i like when people post stuff like that.)

i also somehow got into a drawing groove.


side note. family is being annoying. my brother just had to call yesterday, at 8 in the morning (i didn't pick up, so he left a msg.) asking how i was enjoying my first day of freedom. needless to say, i wouldn't know as i had yet to do anything with my day at that point. i hadn't even muddled through breakfast, or had any coffee. and you know, normally i wouldn't mind the thought - but i have talked to both my mum and brother like every day for the past month. i'm a little done. especially for stupid shit like that. my GOD stop calling!

i feel accomplished with the manga work i got done... am sort of dreading wig work as i don't know how the hell i'm supposed to sew wefts into a wig... and i probably should study web design like i originally was going to. but the thing is - i should focus on projects that are hard to do around work. and web design studying worked just fine. so maybe it'll be manga, writing on the KH fic, wig work (*sob*), and doing stuff for mum's banner (dammit woman, i don't know how to SEW! i said i'd *design* the thing.... i.... oh hell. fine. i'll try.)

i used the borrowed sewing machine on the wefts, and thought, "damn. how do people manage to make clothes and shit??" so, to anyone who can sew.... i salute you.  it is no easy thing. for sure.

well, ok. i had stuff i was going to post but i forget now.

-my sentence at baron is complete.

-i am looking forward to my week off - busy as it will be. (i have a crapload of stuff i need or want to do. will see if i can write - and finish the last fic i was working on. oh! some random guy on facebook wanted to interview fic writers for the paper or some crap. nooooonono not me. i haven't responded but NO. no public eye. *skulks away, cringing*)

-i forgot 2 lj b-days :[

-i have 4 new ripe grape tomatoes to eat.

-i have caught up on lj comments, and now must undertake backreading to fill myself in on everyone.

-R and i are definitely going to cosplay L and Light at AWA. i got two wigs and a pair of handcuffs at the costume store near mum's before heading back up this way yesterday morning. (with air broken, i just about got heatstroke from running around in the car for hours.) i will be cutting the hair and shaping them. i think it'll be challenging, frustrating perhaps, but also fun.

-also while running around, i stocked some major art supplies. i love Crafts n' Stuff. hate Michalels. CnS actually has good deals whereas Michaels bends you over and gives it to you rough. on some stuff they charge DOUBLE. but anyway - got 10 big canvases for 60% off. DEAL. gonna whip out the acrylic paints again. i'm just going to do whatever i feel like, forget the cost of materials, and find something i like to do in paint or charcoal. because if the art show really moves to being an event every three months, and i have to lug all that sculpture each time? i'll die. canvases are light. and no framing required.

R is off with me tomorrow. :] and since the paper is pretty much written, it means we can hang today. studying for the final will still be happening but still. if it were me, i would be still writing the paper till my ass was due in class. because i procrastinate something spectacular. in that regard, i'm made of awesome.

i had some more... poignant things to say. deep things about people and trust, and the state of things, but apparently i am not feeling the post right now. i'll come back to it later maybe.

a goal of mine this week is to catch people on msn. hope some of you will be around.

ah..... tomorrow is the last day.

jerry (president) is ignoring me. bryan (VP), is kind of ignoring me now too, after his initial response monday afternoon which was being open, honest, and still kinda joking. it was the side of him i really liked. he reverted back to asshole mode the next day though (HA. typical) and ignored me for the most part after that.

actually, the interesting thing was - i was suggesting previous applicants to the position in an effort of helpfulness... bryan  was just shaking his head rather ruefully the whole time... i said, "c'mon, we'll just get a trained monkey, put him in my seat and he'll go 'Eeet! Eeet'" *i mimed a monkey pounding keys* "and you'll never know the difference!" *smile* to which he responded, pausing at the door, "you don't understand what good work you do." *said as he shook his head, once again, ruefully*

shock. (i do????? who the fuck would know?)

huh. i get an "atta boy" on my work, only to have it be when i am walking out the door. pfft. you know, i've been in relationships like that. those are the kind that never work out.


another interesting factoid...
jerry got my email while WATCHING BATMAN. i found out from another coworker, who was told by the wife (she's like the CEO or some crap.) my first response was to wonder "what part?" but seeing as i've not seen the movie yet, knowing the answer to that would be rather useless.

i feel guilty about leaving. inkeeping with the bipolar air of the carnie family at Baron - the side of me that feels loyal to the side of each of them that isn't asshole-esque feels guilty for leaving. it actually cringes a bit at the radiating weight of disappointment. but then, the asshole sides of them bring out the "fuck you!" side of me..... it is a rather difficult situation.

like bryan, after giving me that compliment to my work the day before, yelled at me and (the new) project manager of a huuuuge job the very next day because i asked what vinyl color we were using on the letters for that job. (note: we looked everywhere. bryan was used only as a last resort. not only that - he mentioned perforated vinyl on the non-logo letters which no one else would've had a clue about. so, by that, he negated his tirade about 'how should i know??')

it just felt so unnecessary. i mean, university of miami hospital is a big fucking job - we don't want to mess it up. so yes, lets wig out at the employees who are trying to do it right, and who have also exhausted all other avenues before coming to you (because we aren't stupid). lets yell and rant and it's fine because we're all ONE BIG DYSFUNCTIONAL FAMILY. yay. well, guess what? i disown you. au revoire carnie family.

i have a week off starting monday - i told the new job i was working out a 2 weeks notice. i hate to lie, but i really need the time off. and i told Baron peeps i start on tuesday. again - i'd rather say the truth, but in this world, the more people know, the more they end up fucking you. in the ass.

i can't wait for time off.
i have a fic to finish - now that i have my job resolution, i can write out a resolution for my character. i have a churchy banner thing to help my mum with (i have been helping her with graphics and such for her via de cristo weekend. it has a frog theme. ribbit.). i have web stuff to learn, and sites to make. LJ to catch up on (omg!!). peeps to holla at. stuff. i'm sure there is more.

oh, and i got my first ripened grape tomato - raised by my OWN TWO HANDS!! *thunder crackles madly as K waggles fingers at the sky* i ate it.  it was tasty.    ^__________^