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Since the last update we have gotten new tires for the car, nice ones too. I was so happy when the car stopped sliding everywhere. That was the big investment before the winter.
I was offered a job in Housekeeping in the hospital for the 3rd time, really tempted to take it, it comes with all the benefits of a PCA, and I could easily transfer into a PCA position within 6 months. The biggest thing is deciding if I want to take the position now and suffer through the less desirable schedule for 6 months--but has the shiz health insurance. Or work a little more on getting a PCA position.
Been spending a lot of time with a co-worker, so that is an incentive to get out of the Wendy's job to help with that. Simply put it would be easier to not work there and be friends.
The biggest issue I am having with writing right now is going through everything Rei's ever said and moving it to the beginning so the reader is not shit outta luck in understanding the government until Part Two. As it turns out he doesn't really say much until they go to get Kamen and Nancy, and while that could make it easier, there was one little issue with the scene.
Kamen takes off his coat twice. First off he hates the coat to begin with, he's always pulling at the collar and *forgets* to wear it. So now I'm stuck with that because I'm not keen on finding little things for Kamen to do while Rei is talking, because Kamen just doesn't sit still in general.
So I moved to another part, Artemis liberates Ellioweish. I added in some really, really neat things that Ellioweish throws out there. Once he comes into the story he lets out half of the secrets that are being kept by the upper circles; the identity of the oracle, the second names of Nazratheim and Eeleanor. He also picked up the bit of information on Pandome saving Clovis by getting classified documents from one of the Clovinian Military Personnel.
I fixed a few things with that part, and added a small snippet where Ellioweish brings Kamen back, and Kamen is a complete asshole to him. Then I ran into another wall. Van Dean is a douche and wouldn't listen to me, the character almost insisted on getting another confrontation with Celeste and ending the book right there. So that eventually got fixed and I moved onto another part.
I actually finished a chapter for now, holy shit. Except its Kamen coming clean about Artemis to Nancy. Of course he doesn't tell her about the bit of info he got from Rei and the upper circle, but its a cute retelling of the last chapter of Part One.
I should update more, curse you internets.
Tonight I was in the back room because we have the big guys coming in tomorrow to do the whole "SOE" test. I have no idea what it stands for but I got the impression that it meant the place had to be spotless. Shawn was on register and for some reason had Tammi's card, which he used to Manager Void and then ring up something. Manager Voids are only used to give money back to customers, so in essence he was caught stealing. When asked about the void he blew up at Tammi and left. 30 minutes to close we realized exactly what he had done. Nothing.
Everything that was supposed to be done at various times of the night at 10, 10:30, 11, and 11:30 had not been done at all. To top it off when I was covering the register after he left, all hell broke loose in the back. Tammi was having a panic attack of sorts and I told her I would call Robbie to have him pick me up later so I could stay and try to get the place under control. Robbie did one better and offered to come in straight from his work to ours to help.
Its never supposed to happen, but we were desperate, if he hadn't come in like that we would have been there to 4, he polished every bit of metal in that place, and helped with the dishes. I'm supposed to explain what happened to George tomorrow, I'm keeping the whole Robbie bit out of it unless he brings it up, I assume Tammi will mention something about it, she wanted me to talk to him about having Robbie pulled to us, but with Robbie moving up I don't know that it will work like that.
In other news I got to hang out with Alice last Saturday, we went to the Art Festival at Dodge park and saw Rod, the guy from Drake's party who passed out drunk and got his toenails polished. His toes are still silver and he painted this amazing angel on one of the open canvases that were set up all along the river. There was public break dancing too, which surprised me. There was a Chipotle stand too, and they had everything.
The kitties are doing fairly well from their surgury, we attempted to take thier cones off but the incisions immediatly opened up so we had to get paper sutures for them, luckily my mother has that shyte all over the hiouse so she brought some over with Leslie earlier today.
I really need to update more, walls of text are getting boring.
- Location:my apartment
- Mood:
tired - Music:Pearl Jam - Nothing as it Seems
We got the kitties fixed, they have their little cones on now because they got the dissolving stitches, the incisions are looking pretty clean though, we just got them done on Friday; they went in at 7 and came home all sorts of drugged up at 3. I have no idea what kinds of drugs they were on but it was hilarious.
While they were gone I was doing some hardcore cleaning, in the process the shower curtain fell down. I had originally thought that it was a tension rod, however with the amount of drywall that came down with it made me a little leery. The curtain was held in place by a small plastic peg that was on only one side of the curtain and pushed straight into the drywall. The hole isn't too big, but its big enough for me to not want to mess too much with.
But the thing is that there is no 2x4 behind the peg, and whoever put the rod up had to know this because of the type of peg that was used. So there's a hole in my bathroom wall. I called the landlord and let him know, however he and his wife keep insisting that there was a 2x4 behind it, I am just waiting for them to come over and look in that hole, look at the peg and then see who lied to who about it. Whoever even chose that plastic peg for the job knew there was no 2x4.
As if that wasn't enough, the night after I reported the hole the water heater died. All my gas bills are paid up through the next month, and the flame in the furnace is on, so I know it isn't me. We believe the igniter on the furnace has gone bad, however the landlord was unable to get out here and probably won't make it out here until tomorrow.
Other than that things are peachy, my friend Alice called me earlier, we kissed paintings when we were in high school together, she was at the party the other weekend and we exchanged numbers to hang out sometime. The party was pretty fun, it was for my friend Drake who has now left the country to go to Germany for the Air Force I believe. Nice vodka, delicious cookies, and a bunch of really cool friends I hadn't seen in a while.
I did get a small laugh out of the fact that my ex was there, and an even bigger laugh that he must have recognized my Robbie because he got up the instant Robbie sat a few chairs away. Of course he never had the balls to say anything, then again I have way too much fuel if he did.
I am tickled pink at Robbie, I noticed the other day (as he was carrying the couch over his head) that he's gotten in very nice shape. He has a really sexy athletic build to begin with, but apparently in the hour that he waits from when he gets home to when he has to pick me up, he does nothing but lift weights, sit ups, crunches, and push ups. I had to have him show me his bicep before he did anything else, I can't believe how fast he was able to get back into shape. He said something before about being able to carry an absurd amount of boxes at work, but I didn't really think about it, he was really always stronger than average.
Anywho, we are going to grab some nummies. I should update this more often, hopefully my internets do not die so soon again.
- Location:my apartment
- Mood:
chipper - Music:Fall Out Boy - The Take Over The Breaks Over
The internets are being particularly fickle on my compy. I'm having to post from Robbie's, for some reason his connection is better than mine and has been for the past few days.
So lately the fiascos at work have not stopped and it would appear that with the coming of the new manager, things will only get worse. Nurses in the hospital have finally started to call the DM to complain about the management, hopefully shit will start to change.
In the meantime I am still scouring the Mount Carmel website for a new job that will bring in better pay and put me on the road to nursing. Robbie was not only offered a promotion, but may also be able to still do the Navy deal. We're not sure yet, as he keeps missing the recruiter's calls.
In anycase this house is entirely too hot right now.
- Location:my apartment
- Mood: hot
- Music:Muse -- Hysteria
To start off I have been trying to get a job at the hospital as a PCA (Patient Care Assistant), while networking with customers at that hospital's Wendys. So far I have a ton of leads and references. While being a PCA isn't exactly a dream job, the catch is that the hospital is also a College of Nursing. Meaning after 6 months I would receive a discount to any and all classes offered. As well as amazing health insurance.
So there's that, and then there's my modeling.
Last Monday I had someone new come into the art class I model for. After the first session I did my usual round to see how everyone's works were coming along and I went to introduce myself to this new student.
New student hands me a card. Mike Siculan. A photographer. A published photographer and artist. After exchanging e-mails and later receiving an e-mail with a few examples of his work, he appears legit. I do want to look further into it before I give him an answer, so if anyone has any information on him, please let me know. It appears to be modeling in vintage clothing from the pictures I was sent, I am a little leery of it still.
Regardless, after hearing who he was and receiving the card I felt completely self-concious.
I am supposed to be picked up for day of events at 11, COSI first then I have no idea. JB's Dad is treating, and I haven't been to COSI in ages. Plus I am going to want to take Robbie there some time and I figured I should check it out before I drag him there, last I checked it sucked hardcore.
- Location:my apartment
- Mood:
curious - Music:Flyleaf -- All Around Me
Any-who, i got my schedule for next week and it appears to be almost identical to last week, which makes me a little peeved because not only is mine the exact same, everyone else's is as well. Meaning there was no reason for George to be 3 days late with it. 4 actually.
hopefully i'll be able to get out again tonight, it depends what i hear from Robbie at 1:30...possibly later.
- Location:my apartment
- Music:Audioslave -- Be Yourself
Worse, I was wearing the wrong bra and Wendy had some major sex appeal...
I don't think I've ever sold so much in one night.
ANY-who, I get the weekend off, and it was my wish to spend tonight writing, but I am very tired atm, and I'm having a hard time pushing myself along.
I hit 500 pages and 128,500+ words (***yay***), but to actually move forward and get the next section to the person reading through I have to go back through everything Rei has EVER said and adjust what he says in lessons as well as at the Covington Estate (I have decided he actually will go through and catch Artemis and Kamen personally). It wouldn't be so bad, but I know Rei is the reader's biggest source of information on the government and much of the finer details on the backstory, and so there is a lot to weed through, as well as making sure the government and military would actually function (which I'm pretty sure it does, I may have to add 2 minor characters in for the military aspect, Fosh and Pitch can't run the navy, air force, service affairs, and army.).
Kamen's job seems fairly stable, Rei's speel about prostitutes explains why High Generals are expected to be married to their work. The issue seems to be that they do too much for their position because important people usually don't get their hands dirty, which Rei...well it's Rei.
- Location:my apartment
- Mood: tired
- Music:Depeche Mode -- Dream On
O pretzel.
I have the weekend off, that will be nice. Depending on Robbie's status on Sunday I may be able to take some bread to feed the duckys at the park!
I may just spend friday after work typing, I have a lot of stuff that has to get written down. I'll have to see what JB is up to on Saturday.
Penelope is being really affectionate, she still seems to refuse to snuggle into the blankets with us at night like her sister.
Today was rather fun. I woke up and went to move my clothes from the washer to the dryer over at my parent's house and the swat team was at the next block over. Looks like there was another hostage situation at the brick double (yes, this has happened not six months ago in the same house), so there was all sorts of shyte going on and a huge crowd forming.
Who needs television when you live on a movie set?
- Location:my apartment
- Mood:
annoyed - Music:Depeche Mode -- Dream On
I had to explain to my mother what kind of rice my cooker takes. Medium and short grains are more sticky, so they work better. Long grain is very available to Americans, so it's eaten more, but its not that great for making riceballs. Even worse, some people actually think that you have to buy a special bag or type of rice called "sticky rice". Its just medium grain.
Speaking of which, I haven't looked at the bento website in a long time, I always liked looking at all the yummy bentos.
- Location:my apartment
- Music:Coldplay --White Shadows
( I imagine anything fried becomes a treat. )
I don't know if I could get away with putting the prostitute arc up, its too juicy.
- Location:my apartment
- Mood:
busy - Music:Fall Out Boy - Golden
Looping over and over in my happy place.
After my last entry, I calmed down and took another look at it. I'm completely serious, and the better part is that I think as long as I concintrated on the spite and vengence part of it, I actually feel motivated.
So I work from 6 to close all this week until friday when I go in at 4. I think I can do this, just a few more weeks.
I went out with JB the other night. I dressed up and I remembered how happy it made me. Black coat, fedora, leather boots, lace skirt, and red lipstick. I want that wig more than ever now.
- Location:my apartment
- Mood: satisfied
- Music:Pearl Jam - Alive
Támas Vásáry; Yuri Ahronovitch: London Symphony Orchestra - Rachmaninov: Rhapsody On A Theme Of Paganini This song loops in my happy place, I have not figured out why...I think it has something to do with the old Somewhere in Time movie, cheesy but perfect.
I put in countless applications with Mount Carmel, and have talked with a few co-workers of my mother. Hopefully I can work something out to put in my 2 week notice by the end of the week. Shove that paper in George's face and watch that store go to hell.
I decided that once I'm in and on my feet I am taking every single class possible, I'm going to take full advantage of the nursing program offered, I will push myself to the top and live the dream. I will get published. I will tear myself a spot in the upperclass circle and I will give that son of a bitch the most shit eating grin every time I see his mug.
- Location:my apartment
- Mood:
determined - Music:Támas Vásáry; Yuri Ahronovitch: London Symphony Orchestra - Rachmaninov: Rhapsody On A Theme Of Paga
I wasn't even supposed to work today, I went in to fill in for Shawn. Mamdohe is leaving, he's going to a store that can afford to pay his wages, which puts me in a bit of a bind because I know that George is too lazy to help anyone progress in the company who doesn't sleep with him.
So I was thinking this over and over and just becoming more and more down, then I get a customer who doesn't understand that I can't work off of a register that I am not logged in to. So he has a hissy fit and leaves, then comes back not two seconds later, claiming that I flicked him off.
In retrospect I should have, but he started causing a scene, so I told him that if he wasn't going to order anything he needed to leave the store before I called security on him. Ironically, one of the other customers, or other employees had already done so, I still have no idea who. So Mamdohe got up there and I just walked to the back and proceeded to have my break down. Too much shit in one day.
So the security guards came, and because I had been working in the hospital and serving them, they of course knew me and knew that the man was full of shit and there just to cause trouble. So the man was insisting that I come out and apologize, however if he got my name (thankfully I had forgotten my nametag at home) he would be able to contact corporate and complain, in which case, regardless of how full of shit he was, I would be fired.
The security guards said no, they didn't want him near me (a little free coffee goes a long way), and Mamdohe didn't want him to get ahold of my name, so I ended up not having to see him. The guards of course sat with me for a bit and calmed me down about it all. Mamdohe sent me home early to rest up, which was really nice of him, he told me he would make sure to fix everything.
So I talked with my mother about it, and I told her that with Mamdohe leaving, I will not be able to move up in the company and need to find a job where I can. So she called one of her friends and I am now in the process of getting my foot in the door at Mount Carmel. To top things off, these are people who are already familiar with me so it shouldn't be so bad.
Plus moving up is easier, because Mount Carmel is also a college of nursing, and once I am employed there, even if it were just cleaning, I would be able to recieve half off in all of the classes offered, opening up a medical field for me to go in to. For the most part, its the wait now, I have to wait for something to open up, and while I wait I have to hold this shitty job with shitty management.
So pretty much I will not be picking up any extra hours, I just can't do it. I refuse to bust my ass to cover up everyone else's.
- Location:my apartment
- Mood:
distressed - Music:Pearl Jam - Immortality
So, I am pushing 500 pages, true the never-to-be-seen-by-anyone-but-me-Part-T
So I found this while jumping around, and its one of the craziest coincidences I have found so far. The character Alexandretta Pandome, referred to as ACP, is from the original draft written nearly ten years ago. A .45 ACP is a cartrige that was designed for the colt, however a similar if not identical cartridge is still used in most guns today, to include my personal favorite, the H&K USP .40.
ANY-who, in Part One I decided to pull Pandome in early, it gives Van Dean a henchman and makes things a little more interesting, she is metaphorically the bullet in his gun, and later he actually fires an ACP from an actual gun.
I thought it was neat.
- Location:my apartment
- Mood: busy
- Music:Garbage -- Cherry Lips
We have got to get our cats fixed. She goes into heat so much more than her sister, she's got a boyfriend who comes to see her everynight and they have window sex. She rubs all over the glass and gets these sad little eyes. Then Robbie chases off the male.
She likes to steal my pillows on occasion and play with my hair, but sometimes she'll burrow down in the blankets next to me. She's been using a small shelf unit as her command center and she scales it everynight to take in her surroundings.
Persephone is her usual crazy self, she's become attatched to this little box that she can barely fit in and found her old collection of wine corks that she loves to roll around. Then of course there's her litter fettish. She plays with it all the time, she'll try to cover everything in it that her sister makes and then follow her sister and scratch the floor around her. She still likes to snuggle between Robbie and me at night and wakes me by licking my nose. Apparently its not supposed to be so dry.
- Location:my apartment
- Mood: amused
- Music:Queen - Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy
Robbie is off at his first day of work, so I am here bored and JB isn't picking up her phone. Chances are she's not getting service because tmoble just sucks that hardcore.
I have a long night ahead of me, I had hoped to not have to tackle it quite so early, but it would appear I have no choice.
My plants seem to be doing better, I think I just need to get them out of the cats' reach, and I can't really do that until I fix a few things around the house.
Supposing my direct deposit paper work went through at work, I should be reciving the money in my account at midnight tonight, that will pay for my rent next month.
Off to clean I suppose.
- Mood: accomplished
- Music:Audioslave - Like a Stone
I slept late today despite going to bed at 2. I had that caffeine pill in me all day, so I was rather expecting to crash.
Got pretty pissed off today. I don't get text messages with my phone plan, I honestly consider it a waste, so whenever I get one I have to pay 15 cents. I told one of my friends "please don't text me" they didn't fucking listen and my bill was run up at least $10 because they just "can't" call when they aren't doing anything else. So I called my Dad and had him talk with the verizon peeps to block all texts.
its not like I send them anyways.
anywho, we're in the middle of getting Rob's latest fiasco straightened out.
There was a fire downtown today I think, I saw a bunch of black smoke coming from the skyline. I'm sure I'll hear about it today, someone at work may know.
yay, writers block is gone. Oh! Also, writer's guild meets wednesdays at the cultural arts center, I am pleasantly surprised and happy!
There was talk today of going to the Black Olive sometime when we're more situated with the bills. I have no problem with being treated to a nice dinner as long as my date doesn't stick me with the bill...like my ex....
- Location:my apartment
- Mood: productive
- Music:3Oh! 3 - Dont Trust Me
OMG, I just learned that Viagra is on the list of drugs that are affected by grapefruit juice. I knew about buspar already.
So, I just got the call to go in to work an hour early, that means 7 instead of 8. The doors to the hospital close at 7:30, so I was just thinking that in order to actually get in and make it by 8 I would have to go extra early. This makes things a little simpler.
My Dad got me soymilk! And blueberries and raspberries, the sort of stuff my mother wouldn't buy for us. This is the first time I've had a bowl of cereal since high school and I love it. I could never afford soymilk, so I just never drank any milk.
Latest game appears to be a grand theft auto hack, Robbie crashes all the neat cars he gets, and then he doesn't stop for the nicer ones. There was a red porche and he completely passed it. Supposedly he ditched his friend to go on a date and the friend got kidnapped. I really have to wonder why they don't just deport you after a while?
- Location:my apartment
- Mood:
bouncy - Music:3Oh! 3 - Dont Trust Me
I think if I haven't heard anything by 5 I should be in the clear for tonight.
Speaking of which I should call Natalie, I was sleeping really heavily when she texted me earlier.
Piccys from last New Year, I only have two of them saved to my compy.
( There's only two of them. )
- Location:my apartment
- Mood:
awake - Music:3Oh!3 -- Don't Trust Me
