| I'm not dead yet! |
[Oct. 1st, 2008|04:01 pm] |
Hey guys, back from beyond with a heads up on my current little hobby. I'm doing a Halloween countdown blog (might expand it past Halloween, but its looking like just that for now).
http://lets-talk-about-this.blogspot.com/
Take a look-see (I'm doing an article a day), and if you think its decent, pass it along. I want people to read it and get all 'yay Halloween!'
And to entice some of you, an opinion piece tenuously titled 'George Romero plum lost his mind' will be on there as one of the entries. You all know its true.
Enjoy! And, help me come up with something to be this Halloween. I'm looking at Dazzler, 70's disco-era Dazzler. |
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| Why I hate My Job And Everyone There |
[Aug. 11th, 2007|04:16 am] |
Two more weeks at the Villa, and then no more. Thank God. Though once I leave, I don't know who will be left to backtalk at the boss's fat wife.
Seriously, morning people are supposed to have stuff done for the dinner shift. Not have me come in, and then be all 'Uh..... the lettuce came in late. So, I didn't do it.', while the other morning guy is shouting that the lettuce has been there since nine.
And nobody ever does a fucking thing. Tonight, about half hour to close, the waitresses give me six pint containers and say they need six pints of ranch dressing.
"We got like..... three."
"Well, then you have to make more! This is a [i]pre-order[/i]!"
Honestly, we dub our dressings as 'homemade', and for the most part they are. But in the case of ranch, 'homemade' in the sense that we mix a seasoning packet with mayo and buttermilk. So I have to make more '[i]yesterday[/i]' basically, because the people were there already, and since the old man was in the dining room, they couldn't just say we were out, while I was in the kitchen yelling at the dishwashers to get the mixer clean, and asking why these people couldn't grasp the concept of going to Sam's Club to buy Ranch dressing if you were having a party for sixty four people, as the dressing is the same basic thing [i]and[/i] cheaper. Also brought up was the fact that if the waitresses knew this pre-order was coming in, why none of them said anything before, or asked if we'd have enough ranch to fill an order like that.
So, as I'm trying to get it all set up, the hostess comes back and starts trying to ask me to make her and the busser some food
"I'm making fuckin' ranch dressing!" I shout mightily, furiously cranking the handle to raise the industiral mixing bowl "Ask one of the guys!"
I go through the kitchen to get my necessary buttermilk, and Nick stops me, waving a hand-writen ticket at me.
"Yo, you got an order!"
"You make it. I gotta make this motherfuckin' ranch dressing."
"But it's those people-"
"Just do this one thing for me, will you?"
Finally, as I start getting everything thrown in the mixer, Maria comes back, saying the people are getting restless for their remaining three dressings
"How much longer is this going to take? They've been waiting-"
"Just tell them we're making some up [i]fresh[/i]. From [i]scratch[/i]. I can't timetravel to make this get done any faster. Woulda helped if you guys had told me earlier."
So, I whip up the dressing super fast, cup it up, and off we go, giving me a second to look down, admire my handiwork, and notice I put too much buttermilk in the dressing mix while everybody was yelling at me about one thing or another.
Well, serves 'em right. Fuckers. Buy all your big party dressing needs at Sam's Club, or I'll probably fuck it up, most likely accidentally (but I make no promises).
After fixing the remaining dressing and getting everything cleaned up and containered, I go back into the kitchen, and see Nick and Korey just standing there.
"Got an order for those girls. Been up there a while." Nick nodded toward the hand-written ticket [i]still[/i] stuck up on the line. Apparently, nobody is willing to help a sista out. And of course they fucking wanted chicken fingers (ask about chicken fingers at the Villa if you want to incite my murderous rage). I half-assed the order and made myself a pancake.
Although, I did get a few cigarettes from Korey later when I went next door to pick up a few cans of Sparks and a pack of smokes for him.
But they were menthols.
Fuck you Polish Villa. You and your ranch dressing. |
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[Jun. 13th, 2007|10:24 pm] |
I sent Fred Penner an e-mail (through his website) and he e-mailed me back.
Sad thing is, that has been the highlight of God only knows how long. Though he didn't answer my question as to whether or not the Word Bird is still around. |
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[Apr. 18th, 2007|09:11 am] |
I present to you, the greatest picture ever (you've probably already seen it if you check facebook):
Not terribly flattering on my end, but my God look at Dapper Dan. Epitome of adorable right there.
We're eating a pizza crust, not a Hot Pocket.
In other news, it's definitely pink-eye. Goddamn it. I got in an argument with the woman on the phone when I went to make an appointment with UHS, because I wanted to make my appointment for tomorrow because I couldn't make it to the off-campus med-center today, and on-campus isn't taking appointments today for some reason. |
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[Apr. 16th, 2007|01:50 am] |
I got word back today from the A/AH department head, finally. I got the NYC internship for next Spring.
One more semester of Rochester, and then I'm gone. |
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[Apr. 3rd, 2007|05:22 am] |
"Oh, hey, and tell dad they raised tuition again. Dicks."
"Oh ho."
"Make sure you remember the 'dicks' part. That's essential."
Alright, another tuition increase. 5.3%. In the letter, they get all high horse over the fact that it's TOTALLY LESS THAN THE TUITION INCREASES FROM THE PAST TWO YEARS, GUYS.
Christ, do they want nobody to be able to afford college anymore? The letter basically says that 'welp, everybody else was doing it, so we did it too. It's comprable!'
Three years in a row with tuition increase. When I went on my campus tour, they said that they hadn't increased tuition in years.
Dicks. |
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[Mar. 31st, 2007|04:18 am] |
Steve took me to a party. We played drinking games. I met this adorably adorable kid that I kept saying looked like Marty Biron (and he knew who Marty Biron was). I learned to play Guitar Hero. I met a rather cute guy from R.I.T.
Said cute guy proceeded to whip his cock out at me when we were behind the house having a smoke.
I hate this place. |
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[Mar. 5th, 2007|03:57 am] |
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I put in my application for the NYC internship a few minutes ago. Wish me luck kiddles, I want to get out of Rochester soon.
No hair again. This time I shaved it because mom's starting to lose her hair from chemo. Otherwise she seems to be doing well, just kind of sickly and tired a lot from what it sounds like over the phone. She kind of flipped when I sent her the pic of me hairless, but I've done it before, and she did eventually admit it was sweet of me. I'm going to help her pick out a wig when I'm back in town. Oh ho.
I've got midterms and whatnot coming up this week. Two exams, a small paper, a problem set, and a paper for my Deaf film class. I was going to knock of the small stuff today and continure studying. But no, I end up with the flu and cough myself half to death and fall asleep at the computer for hours. Ah Christ, I just can't win.
And speaking of can't win, I met a guy at a dance party who came up to me strictly on the merit that I had no hair. He seemed okay at first, but after a while just got weird. I took off with my friends, gave him my number as a courtesy to escape, and never picked up the phone when he called, and deleted his voicemails without listening to them. Always the creepy guys. ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) erebos, can I just run away with you? I'll wear that Royal Flush Gang outfit, and you can rub my scalp.
At least I managed to work my magic with my kids C-Dids and Julie. They have that whole 'Like each other but are convinced the other one only likes them as a friend' thing going on. Basically, Julie mentioned that she liked C-Dids, but thought he only liked her as a friend. I later ran into C-Dids when we dropped by Sig Nu, and asked him his stance, heard him say the same thing as Julie basically, and passed along my info. Later pulled Julie aside, spoke to her, and explained what I gleaned off of C-Dids. Got a favorable response, and passed it along to him. Though they're both kind of shy. Luckily, I am apparently magic when it comes to getting people to admit things to me, sometimes even if I don't ask. I feel all self-satisfied now. Sure, my personal life is shit and riddled with bizarre situations, but aww, I love those kids.
Oh, and the pic I sent to my mom, unser the cut (yes, I'm lame and signing 'I love you')
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[Feb. 13th, 2007|01:06 am] |
Today I had to explain to my mother what The Shocker was (and I'm not talking about the Spider-Man villain).
I called her to see how her first dose of Chemo went today, and partway through the conversation, she drops this one me:
Mom: I think I saw an ASL related bumper sticker today. It had the index, middle, and pinkie fingers up, and the ring finger was tucked down by the thumb. You know what that means?
Me: .....That's..... that's not ASL, Mom.
Mom: Oh, well, what is it then?
Me: I, ah, I'd rather not explain.
Mom: Oh, go ahead.
Me: Okay well..... how do I put this inoffensively?
Mom: Just tell me, it can't be that bad.
Me: Well, okay. That's called The Shocker. It's um..... well, if somebody's fooling around with a girl, they can do that..... the two fingers get jammed up their..... hoohah, and I'm sure you can figure out the rest.
Mom: Oh, well..... I see.
Me: Yeah. See why I didn't really want to explain?
God, that was awkward. Especially since I worded it like I was talking to a third-grader. Oh Mom. |
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[Feb. 6th, 2007|09:22 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
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Welp, I have a date Thursday night, and I seriously don't want to go through with it. I can only hope he finds me brutish and uninteresting, so I won't have to let the poor kid down as politely as possible.
And I really need to quit being such an affection monger when I'm drunk. Really now. |
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| GINA!!!! (All others disregard) |
[Jan. 22nd, 2007|10:34 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Monster Mash (yeah, I'm still listening to Halloween music) | ] |
Have you seen Pan's Labrynth yet? (It looks like a movie you would enjoy). I want to go see it, and you are the one I deem awesome enough to come with (well, that and I miss you and your snark). You have any weekends free when you aren't busting your ass for the man? And if a no on the movie, let's do something or other. Who's up for ridiculous matching tattoos? (Nevermind, nobody ever wants to get matching tattoos. Too much commitment, I suppose).
Also, I haven't had a cigarette in three days now. Somebody is a very Grumpy Gus. Dunno if I'll actually stay with it. I might go back out of spite for people going all 'OMG! Good for yooooou!' Like I'm some Sped that got their first B+. |
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[Nov. 15th, 2006|12:31 am] |
I really just want to go home.
I'm getting burned out again, and to top it off, my keychain broke and I lost a key. Now, any other key would be hunky-dory, no huge problem. But no, in the true 'some higher power is probably furiously beating off everytime something goes horribly wrong for me' fashion, I lose my suite key.
And I just know that nobody will turn it in to lost and found/ it will never be seen or heard from again.
So that means I'll have to pay to have the lock changed. And an additional fee for my roomies' keys to be changed. So, since I have my lock + key + 5 roomies..... yeah. Fucking A.
Of course, when people hear my predicament its all 'Oh man, you know how much that'll cost?'
Yes, I did the goddamn math. I know that it'll cost a bit.
I ended up calling home close to tears over everything that's been going on around here, and my dad just told me 'Shit happens, don't worry about it. If you can, just charge it to my card and I'll take care of it. It's only money.'
Well, yeah, but still. I feel like shit. Ah well, such is my luck.
I knew something was going to come shit on my groove, but this is a little excessive.
Right now, cigarettes and Thomas Dolby are my only solace. |
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| Possibly something new to complain about! |
[Nov. 8th, 2006|03:35 am] |
So, I applied for a position as a research assistant for one of the Linguistics Labs for the end of this semester and all of next semester. I had my interview yesterday, and apparently dazzled them when I claimed that 'Well, I have a lot of experience doing tedious, repetitive work'. I expected to get turned down.
But today, after falling asleep in my computer chair, I got an e-mail about it.
Dear Laura,
I would like to officially offer you one of the research assistant
jobs in the lab. Before you accept (or not), we can talk about
salary, etc. I hope you'll accept!
Holy shit. I didn't get rejected from something I wanted. So that means things are going to obviously go to shit within, say, a week or so. Oh, and I didn't even realize it was a paid position. Yay!
Though I have heard that a fellow RA in the lab is the kid I have dubbed 'short kid'. People taking classes will start complaining about someone, and if I ask 'Holy shit, is it short kid?' and then describe him a little, generally, yes, it is that kid. Hope he still doesn't hold that grudge against me fromwhen I corrected him on verb forms last year. Hoo boy.
But, yay, money. Soon I can buy the ridiculously overpriced shoes I've had my eye on. |
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[Oct. 25th, 2006|06:06 pm] |
My computer got screwed up. So I had to reinstall the operating system, and it scrapped everything. Almost three years of work and pictures and my iTunes and whatnot gone to Hell.
I'm sick, tired, smoking more than ever, having shitty luck, and to top it off, my only picture of Blue Buddha was on my hard drive. Everything else, I'm okay with. I can get by without my music for a while, and I don't need any of the documents I had saved.
But I think the Blue Buddha thing was just the last straw. I cried about that. Seriously.
And I've also been losing weight, and I have no idea why. |
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[Oct. 9th, 2006|08:33 pm] |
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First off, anybody got any suggestiond for what I can do for Halloween? I'm kind of stumped, and my friend Hannah is being kind of a lazy bones about it. We were going to do Venture Bros, but she figured that being Asian, nobody would realize who she was.
Now onto my grand rant:
So, I guess I have my own personal 'enry 'iggins these days. I grabbed some lunch today with Hannah, and while we were getting our food, the one woman on the staff was talking with us. Hannah was asking if the Tofu dish was any good, so she gave her a scoop of it, looked at me and said:
"Grab your girlfriend a spoon."
I just blinked at her a second and then grabbed a spoon for Hannah, thinking she meant girlfriend as in girl, who is your friend. Until I was getting my food, she looked at me, and said.
"I like your piercings and make-up. You're cute, I can see why you're with her."
We get a table and sit down, when what was actually said finally hit me.
"Did she imply we were girlfriends?"
"I think so."
I'm fed up with people thinking I'm all about the ladies. Seriously. Worse yet, she keeps making fun of me for the Dan situation (Dan being the subject of that one drunken, miserable post I made a couple weeks ago), and when I display the smae mannerisms as him, such as calling her 'woman'. Weird. She's given me the scoop: "Well, she's nice and funny, but it didn't seem right." Kind of a downer, he was so white-bread Disney movie; it was cool.
But back to the point at hand: I never get normal guys that hit on me. Seriously. That Dan kid was excessively normal, and I ended up trying to jump his bones (whoops.) So, talking with Hannah, she's going to help me get with the normal program (besides, I've been of half a mind to finally change some of my old piercings). Because, apparently, no matter who I ask, the nose rings and bleached out, David Bowie hairstyle apparently shouts 'dyke', or if not that, then 'been around the block a few times'. Maybe shaving my head last year was a bad idea.
So, I don't know. I'm going to keep the wacky clothes and the Drag Queen make-up for sure, but I'll see about toning down the hair and having less-severe jewelry for my piercings. Sure, people think its cool that I do my own thing, but the fact I've been mistaken for a Lesbian for the past 3+ years is really, really grating on me.
Be honest, do I really look like I play for the other team?
Be honest. |
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[Oct. 4th, 2006|11:26 pm] |
Oh God, oh God, oh God. I think its time to finally off myself.
I can't stop listening to Rock the Casbah. I don't even really like the song. And I have a shit-ton of work to finish. But nooooo. Oh no. Right now its all ROCKin the Casbah ROCK the Casbah.
That is all. Somebody, please help. The Shareef don't like it. |
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[Sep. 19th, 2006|10:37 pm] |
Today, I was talking about a time I was out with my parents and acting like a total ass (as is generally what happens), and I was rewarded with this gem from my friend Naomi:
"You know, I really can't envision your parents. Or any family really, I like to imagine that you just burst forth out of the ground one day. And then you later killed an awesome Emu to make a coat (meaning my black furry coat)."
In other news, I saw an Emu when Tracy, Jon and I went to the zoo. That was fun. Yay.
Also, Gina, we need to go out some time.
And I want to see that Black Dahlia movie whenever it comes out.
Morale is surprisingly high for being in school. Egads. |
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[Sep. 10th, 2006|11:58 pm] |
Things are weird. Nothing really seems to be real anymore, and I'm not sure what to think.
So, after I've thought, maybe I'll make a real post, dealing with being offered oral sex because of my badass disco pants. |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2006|03:56 pm] |
Bitching about work and personal life. Par for the course.
So, at work, Michy got canned. Granted, she was leaving next week anyway, but Vasili still canned her. So now, I get to work with just Vicky, who doesn't do shit. Girl will take her food break, and then just sit on her ass until a table comes along. Basically, it was always me and Michy picking up all of her slack. Hey, nepotism's a bitch. I called Carrie (head-waitress) today to see if I needed to change my hours, and she said no, because Michele was still on the schedule.
Me: No, it was last week, because Vasili kind of..... he fired her.
Carrie: What?
Great, he cans a girl, and doesn't even tell the head waitress about it. And as for paychecks, mine have dropped to the sum of 8.5 hrs. I work 24 hrs per week after the whole schedule flipping thing. So, I have to argue with him for the 13.5 hrs he's shorting me, because he can't be bothered to do it himself. He claims that he tells the payroll to just put the same hours on everybody's paycheck every week. He knows damn well I work more than eleven hours per week (minus breaks which I don't even take), and then when I have to argue to get paid in full, he acts like I'm trying to rob him. |
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[Jul. 13th, 2006|06:10 pm] |
I've been so, so bored lately. Mainly because of my sheared off work schedule. And while I'm at work, I can't wait to get out of there, so I guess I'm in a sort of existential summer-limbo.
I've put in a few job applications here and there, hoping to pick up a little money in the next month and a half I'm still around.
I guess there goes my plans to take a trip out to Chicago toward the end of summer. I was putting what scratch I made from work into my savings, but since I'm making *no* money right now, there goes my little nest egg for the trip. Great.
And as for Vicky and Michele? Christ, I guess I just can't get along with people that are younger than me. Really, we're completely on different pages. What they're interested in, I'm not, and vice versa. That makes for some pretty dull conversation at work. And my boss pretty much berated me because I'm apparently 'wrong' for being accepting of homosexuality.
And the patrons.....
Do you know how many times I've had somebody make a comment about my piercings? And then my tattoos after I say I have some? 'Well, if you were my daughter, I'd never let you out of the house like that.' Well, T-S. I'm not your kid, thank God. 'How can you go around looking like that? You're so polite.' I don't see what politeness has to do with body mods, but okay. 'Tattoos? Ugh, just seeing someone deface their body, why, it makes me sick!' Go the fuck back to church. And please get hit by a car while crossing the street.
The other un-fun thing that keeps happening is kids from HS come in. A lot. Unfortunately some of them still recognize me and some have even said that (insert name here) mentioned I worked there. Shit, one of them came over to me while I was on a fucking smoke break and started that whole 'Hi! How are you? Haven't seen you in a while, you look like you're doing good etc.' tirade.
This whole summer's been one big bust after another. Hopefully I'll have some luck, b able to get the fuck out of Marathon, and bum around a different job for a few weeks. I'll only feel like kind of a liar and a bastard. |
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