was looking back through previous posts... last my loyal readers knew, i was working as a cook at an unnamed pizza joint -- now, because i don't give a crap, i will name it: PIZZA HUT!!! i no longer care because they laid me off in august.
that's right. friggin. laid... me.... off.... PIZZA HUT!!! it's a conspiracy, i'm sure, but whatever. it's been several months. i'm over it.
STUPID, JERK-WAD SORRY EXCUSE OF "NEW MANAGEMENT" WITH THE FACE OF A BROKEN ASS!!! I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON A PEPPERONI, SLIP IN YOUR NON-SLIP SHOES, AND PLANT YOUR FACE ON THE OVEN CONVAYER BELT!!! GRRRRRR!!!!
yup. totally over it.
....
Saturday, January 14, 2012
re-establishing contact to the outside world.
i don't think i could begin to explain my sorrow at my extended silence on this blog.... so i don't think i will! instead, i'll just jump right in, as though the period of silence never happened....so i've decided to compile a list of 50 random things that make me happy on the inside. just cause.
- old metal
- sock monkeys
- zombie humor
- movies in general (as long as they have an actual plot)
- mass hysteria over something stupid, as i watch the idiots from the sidelines
- puppies. don't judge.
- the post-apocalypse
- monsters
- car chases
- bats
- water
- heights
- the number 13
- words that sound like other words ("hail", "dam")
- when people argue in other languages
- the sound scissors make
- playing with matches
- juice and doodles as a combination
- pizza
- crazy japanese street fashion
- twilight-haters
- when ballerinas and ice-skaters fail miserably in their routine
- fat babies (as long as they're in someone else's arms, and pay no attention to me... i tend to make babies cry)
- Marvin the Martian
- foam shipping peanuts
- the smell of napalm in the morning
- not being in pain
- live monkeys
- big boots
- awkward people who have no idea how cool they are
- generic-brand cherry pie turnovers
- when jerk-wads get sunburns
- tiny, fuzzy creatures with big eyes (anyone who says otherwise is playing too tough)
- chocolate
- iguanas eating wedding cake
- misguided egomaniacs with an internal struggle
- badass grandmas
- blue jell-o
- guys with physical deformities
- silent films
- goggles
- golden-age NickToons from the '90's and early 2000's
- smart comedy
- crab meat
- "butt"
- the concept of being "princess" of something unusual (pirates, monsters, rust, etc.)
- hats and socks
- ghosts
- whips
- MEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
why am i so odd?
in the title of this entery, i'm not saying that i'm ashamed of my strangeness, far from it! but i do often wonder why? what is different inside my mind that makes me so different from other 19-year-old girls?
why do i seem to be the only one who can't stand today's pop culture? who would take beatles over beiber any day? who is so desperately passionate about pre-color-age films, especailly the silent ones? why were my first on-screen crushes (who still make my throat knot when they look directly into the camera) the ones that have scared/disturbed/weirded out other viewers for decades?
why do i disdain the things that people love, often regardless of what those things are? why do i find a fondness for the things others would do without? why do things like abandoned theatres and rusty oil drums inspire more happiness than shopping malls and gardens? why do i constantly find myself rooting for the "bad" guys, when i still count myself as "good" (for the most part)?
why am i talented at some things, like art, writing, music, sewing and design, and public speaking to large numbers, when i'm so aweful at basic things like coordination, dancing, social communication, directional cognition, and voicing complaints when some dearly need to be made?
why do i find beauty in ugliness, decay, and abandonment? why do i favor things like left, down, and behind, under the impression that they tend to be slighted by the masses? why do i tend to feel offended at compliments that i'm unused to? why does the idea of a party make me want to vomit, when the idea of being stuck in solitude for many days gets me excited?
why do i fear beauty? why do i have the suspicion that, if a man ever falls in love with me on a day i happen to look good, he would never accept me for all my weirdness?
and, above all, why am i okay with this? shouldn't these things bother me?
well, i suppose they would, if i were typical. but, seeing as i AM this odd, it doesn't bother me as much as it could.... still.... would be nice to know why.......
why do i seem to be the only one who can't stand today's pop culture? who would take beatles over beiber any day? who is so desperately passionate about pre-color-age films, especailly the silent ones? why were my first on-screen crushes (who still make my throat knot when they look directly into the camera) the ones that have scared/disturbed/weirded out other viewers for decades?
why do i disdain the things that people love, often regardless of what those things are? why do i find a fondness for the things others would do without? why do things like abandoned theatres and rusty oil drums inspire more happiness than shopping malls and gardens? why do i constantly find myself rooting for the "bad" guys, when i still count myself as "good" (for the most part)?
why am i talented at some things, like art, writing, music, sewing and design, and public speaking to large numbers, when i'm so aweful at basic things like coordination, dancing, social communication, directional cognition, and voicing complaints when some dearly need to be made?
why do i find beauty in ugliness, decay, and abandonment? why do i favor things like left, down, and behind, under the impression that they tend to be slighted by the masses? why do i tend to feel offended at compliments that i'm unused to? why does the idea of a party make me want to vomit, when the idea of being stuck in solitude for many days gets me excited?
why do i fear beauty? why do i have the suspicion that, if a man ever falls in love with me on a day i happen to look good, he would never accept me for all my weirdness?
and, above all, why am i okay with this? shouldn't these things bother me?
well, i suppose they would, if i were typical. but, seeing as i AM this odd, it doesn't bother me as much as it could.... still.... would be nice to know why.......
Thursday, June 9, 2011
job update: for those who care
i now officially have a job i hate. blah!
last i posted, i'd just gotten the job at the pizza joint. i was so excited to have it. i looked forward to doing it. i liked my coworkers, i liked my boss, i liked the products, i even liked the outfit.
well, guess what.
i was wrong.
let's start at the beginning, shall we?
i started as a waitress in training. i followed other waitresses around and did their bidding. that was fine, i assumed it was necissary. i was kept very busy, even after the place closed; i did EVERYONE'S chores "because i needed to get familliar with the work".... well, ok, i guess i can see the value in that. but, when i ask a question, don't answer with "it's self-explainitory" with a she's-an-idiot face.
and here's the thing with waitress earnings: most of it is tips. seriously. i was a waitress in training: i wasn't allowed to make tips. so all of my earnings ammounted to the $4.25 per hour i made. it wasn't enough for a full tank of gas. the only tip i made i found while doing dishes: it was a quarter stuck to a ranch-covered plate that no one wanted to touch. screw 'em, it's mine, now!
spent it on overspill gas.
then the phones rang. i didn't know how to use the phones, or the computers to place orders, or the cash register.... i screwed up over twenty orders in a five-hour shift. i was blamed, and when i asked if someone could show me how the stuff all friggin' works, they said "too busy"....
and my fellow waitresses? 2-faced bertruger-hures! (that was german, by the way) they are sweet and accomodating to the customers, and evil and nasty behind the counter, assuming the patrons can't hear them ten feet away. also assuming i can't hear them through the door to the kitchen, where i'm doing dishes....
i *love* when people, especially annoying people, talk about me behind my back. it makes me feel like the most important thing in their lives.
and as for my boss: it turns out applicants aren't the only ones to hide their true character during the interview. that's all i'm going to say there.
that was the first week.
following my first week was two weeks without work hours. when i was finally allowed back, i was sent to the kitchen, where i wouldn't be allowed to interact with the public. i liked it better back there, anyway. it was all cement and metal, with narrow walkways between crowded shelves and large, groaning metal machinery, chained to one specific spot, unless some manner of physical labor was needed... kinda like a dungeon, but more delicious-smelling.
but i was slow, and slowness in the kitchen is not rewarded. so the majority of what i do now is everyone else's preparation for the next day: placing discs of frozen dough on oiled pans, piling them up in the walk-in freezer (the inner-sanctum of dungeonry), and flipping the toppings table. i still piss people off, and i'm not allwoed near the phones, and my face and hair are seriously suffering for toiling in the immediate vicinity of oily air. but at least i'm not the bane of existance, anymore...
only one person in the entire place seems to realize that i actually am trying, that i'm just a major klutz is all. after i make a mistake, instead of hating me forevermore, like everyone else in the place, if he's mad at all, he's cool again in five minutes, singing to the radio (pop hits, his only bad point so far) and dancing suggestively with the broom (makes up for the poppiness of the music, 'cause it's hillarious).
so, yeah, hate my job. hate my boss. hate most of my coworkers. hate the choice of music in the kitchen (pop or country... add in "gangstah" rap, and you got everything that most annoys me). still am not entirely sure how to work my paycheck (i get payed in MasterCard credit... is that unusual?).
but, hey, i still love the pizza (which i do not get a discount for!)....
that discount thing was the last grain of rice to tilt the scale in favor of this decision:
i am looking for a new job!
last i posted, i'd just gotten the job at the pizza joint. i was so excited to have it. i looked forward to doing it. i liked my coworkers, i liked my boss, i liked the products, i even liked the outfit.
well, guess what.
i was wrong.
let's start at the beginning, shall we?
i started as a waitress in training. i followed other waitresses around and did their bidding. that was fine, i assumed it was necissary. i was kept very busy, even after the place closed; i did EVERYONE'S chores "because i needed to get familliar with the work".... well, ok, i guess i can see the value in that. but, when i ask a question, don't answer with "it's self-explainitory" with a she's-an-idiot face.
and here's the thing with waitress earnings: most of it is tips. seriously. i was a waitress in training: i wasn't allowed to make tips. so all of my earnings ammounted to the $4.25 per hour i made. it wasn't enough for a full tank of gas. the only tip i made i found while doing dishes: it was a quarter stuck to a ranch-covered plate that no one wanted to touch. screw 'em, it's mine, now!
spent it on overspill gas.
then the phones rang. i didn't know how to use the phones, or the computers to place orders, or the cash register.... i screwed up over twenty orders in a five-hour shift. i was blamed, and when i asked if someone could show me how the stuff all friggin' works, they said "too busy"....
and my fellow waitresses? 2-faced bertruger-hures! (that was german, by the way) they are sweet and accomodating to the customers, and evil and nasty behind the counter, assuming the patrons can't hear them ten feet away. also assuming i can't hear them through the door to the kitchen, where i'm doing dishes....
i *love* when people, especially annoying people, talk about me behind my back. it makes me feel like the most important thing in their lives.
and as for my boss: it turns out applicants aren't the only ones to hide their true character during the interview. that's all i'm going to say there.
that was the first week.
following my first week was two weeks without work hours. when i was finally allowed back, i was sent to the kitchen, where i wouldn't be allowed to interact with the public. i liked it better back there, anyway. it was all cement and metal, with narrow walkways between crowded shelves and large, groaning metal machinery, chained to one specific spot, unless some manner of physical labor was needed... kinda like a dungeon, but more delicious-smelling.
but i was slow, and slowness in the kitchen is not rewarded. so the majority of what i do now is everyone else's preparation for the next day: placing discs of frozen dough on oiled pans, piling them up in the walk-in freezer (the inner-sanctum of dungeonry), and flipping the toppings table. i still piss people off, and i'm not allwoed near the phones, and my face and hair are seriously suffering for toiling in the immediate vicinity of oily air. but at least i'm not the bane of existance, anymore...
only one person in the entire place seems to realize that i actually am trying, that i'm just a major klutz is all. after i make a mistake, instead of hating me forevermore, like everyone else in the place, if he's mad at all, he's cool again in five minutes, singing to the radio (pop hits, his only bad point so far) and dancing suggestively with the broom (makes up for the poppiness of the music, 'cause it's hillarious).
so, yeah, hate my job. hate my boss. hate most of my coworkers. hate the choice of music in the kitchen (pop or country... add in "gangstah" rap, and you got everything that most annoys me). still am not entirely sure how to work my paycheck (i get payed in MasterCard credit... is that unusual?).
but, hey, i still love the pizza (which i do not get a discount for!)....
that discount thing was the last grain of rice to tilt the scale in favor of this decision:
i am looking for a new job!
Saturday, May 28, 2011
for those in the know.....
wo daoqian, dear readers, for my long silence. busy, busy, busy. (by the way, that was chinese. "i apologise.") i'm a bit out of sorts, and so would like to take this moment to do a short, little post containing a private joke that you probably won't get, as an ice-re-breaker. okay? okay.
here we go.
for those in the know.......
..... CHUCK!!!!! ...........
feichang ganxie, everyone. (thank you very much.)
i like chinese.
CHUCK!
here we go.
for those in the know.......
..... CHUCK!!!!! ...........
feichang ganxie, everyone. (thank you very much.)
i like chinese.
CHUCK!
Friday, May 13, 2011
tribute to a hat pt. 3
HAPPY FRIDAY 13 EVERYBODY!!!!!
i wore this sequined tophat as a celebration of the holliday. usually, it's just gold, but i sometimes decorate it with other things, like for new years', i wrapped strands of silver and gold wrapping ribbon around it, letting the excess trail down the back. today, however, for my black catiness, i gave it a black scarf band with silver sequins on it, and cat ears attatched. other costume elements: death-cameo bowtie, black-and-white stripped fingerless kid gloves (get it? kid... kiddy... kitty... never mind...), my "Team Riff-Raff" shirt, black pants (required for the tuxedo i am to wear for tonight's choral concert), and black victorian ankle boots. oh, yeah, and a tail. yeah, that's right, i said tail. on a studded black leather belt. yes, i just told you my whole outfit. and it rocks.
a-huzz-ah!
ok, back to the hat.
WHERE I GOT IT: from Lord Semaj for christmas (about thirty seconds after his mother gave it to him). i was told it was used in an actual stage-production of the "Rocky Horror Picture Show" (that's why the Team Riff-Raff shirt), and was probably still drunk from the after-parties and other parties it had been worn to.... sweet!
WHY I LOVE IT: well... it's a friggin' sequined tophat!!! the eccentric burried deep inside me (but not that deep) loves the individuality of it, and the part of me that spilled over from my mother is distracted by the shiney-ness of it, and must hold it and stroke it in the darkness with only the moonlight glinting off its sequins, muttering to myself, "my precioussssss...... my precioussssssss......" also, it kept my head very warm one cold winter's night when my car broke down on the side of the road and i had to wait for an hour for my emergency contact to come and pick me up. probably saved me from hypothermia. i've got a history with this hat with a history.
love this hat.
that was a command, not a comment.
....now...
.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
tribute to a hat pt. 2
ta-da! purple fedorah, black and white striped band which i added myself.
WHERE I GOT IT: (hat) wal-mart. (band) also wal-mart, but a couple years before... was actually a headband-scarf-thingie.
WHY I LIKE IT: hello, have you seen it?! it's purple! with a black-and-white stripey band! it's funky! it's crazy! it's been known to give people seizures! how could ya not like it?
ok, short post.... later!
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