44 posts tagged “job”

Why does it always feel like I don't have time to do anything I want to?!

Even when that/those things involve cleaning?

Fuck, I need more days off.

Shit, I'm late, gotta go.

I feel like I've been blogging a lot about my angry vagina lately.
I don't think it's angry anymore!!!

I've been garlic free for over 12 hours now and haven't had any issues.  I decided against the peroxide thing because, well, it sounded like it might hurt and the T kind of talked me out of it.  I did however eat WAY too much yogurt today but that's okay, probiotics are a good think, so good I decided to substitute the peroxide flush with a yogurt soaked tampon.  Left it in for a few hours and now... I think I'm good.  I've just gotta keep eating yogurt everyday.  I have to remember the yogurt.

I need to somehow get in about 8 extra hours between now and Tuesday.  I figured it out and the way my days off have been I'm gonna have a super shitty check.  It wouldn't be that bad but I need to register my car before the end of the month so things are gonna be kinda really tight.  I really need to find either another job or some part time gig somewhere.  Just until I get everything caught up and/or paid off. 

The Terrorist is supposed to be moving our bedroom around tonight.  Though, he didn't seem to be feeling too well when I left so maybe it got left for next time.  Which I wouldn't mind.  Though I have no issues with him doing it by himself this evening, I can't help but think maybe it's one of those things we should do together... Not that we're really ever together for more than 20mins at a time.  I can't wait to see what he did to it.

My goal this week is to start seriously looking for work.  That's the only thing on my To-Do list.  Find either a better job or a part time one that plays nice with my current schedule.

Now, I think I'm going to go read the Crucible for the rest of my break.  Or possible surf Craigs some more.   

I got ditched. 
I'm doing my damnedest to not get butt hurt over it.

Lesley and I had plans for pho today.  To catch up, discuss apartment issues and actually talk because we haven't really seen each other since she got back from Singapore.
She's too busy moving everything today and organizing shit and doing all that crap that comes with moving.  She requested a postponement until tomorrow.  It's not that I can't do it tomorrow, I could, I just don't want to.  I kind of hold Sundays sacred.  They're my day to do my thing, whether that's lay in bed all day, laundry, stoned blogging... whatever.  So we rescheduled to Wednesday. 

Today would have been best.  It's the day we've had planned for a week.

Get over it, Megan.

Got a text from the Terrorist last night at around 1230a.  He was asking if I wanted to stop by to watch Obama's speech.  Now, if it was anyone other than him, I'd think it was the "Wanna come watch a movie" line and everyone knows that there is no actual movie WATCHING when someone agrees to that.  Well, maybe a the first 5-10 minutes but that's it.  Because this is the Terrorist, I knew he actually meant WATCH the speech.  So, I went over.  Not so much for the speech as to hang out with the T and get some cuddle time in.  The speech was very good.  Gave me goose bumps on many occasions.  Awesome.

God, I'm cranky.
 
Disclaimer:  Bowl smoke-age to commence now.  I need to get out of this cranky ass mood.  Not sure if the reefer will help but it sure as fuck can't hurt.  I really don't know why I'm disclaiming anything... but I figure it's fun.  Hehe.  Yes, I admit it, my name is Megan and I like using useless disclaimers on my blog!  (Hi Megan!)

I'm kind of over the Jamiroquai thing.  Though I might have to rewind it to Love Foolosophy one more time.

I got a text from a friend of mine (Blondie) I used to work with at Capers.  I haven't seen her since I've been back in town though we keep making tentative plans and on or both of us flake out.  Her 27th birthday was on Thursday and she wanted me to stop in and have drinks with her and her 8 gajillion friends.  It was being held at this bar in the Pearl District, which is a pretty area and I tend to enjoy walking around there but I can't handle the posh-ness that all the business's posses.  Which Is why I just walk around and never enter any of them.  I drove by the bar it was at... The District and had to force myself to not turn around and run screaming.  I sucked it up, went in, got an $8 Monopalova and cran and proceeded to stand awkwardly in the middle of the room.* 
I've learned over the years that I don't fit in with the "pretty people" of the world.  I tried for a long time and it just made me feel horrible about myself.  I'm not sure why because I really have nothing in-common with the types that frequent these type of places.  I give a shit about things other than how my blond highlights came out on my blond hair or which of the guys I'm seeing has the highest net worth and that's how I'll pick who I'm going to start getting serious with. 
I feel like it should be stated that I love Blondie.  I've had a shit ton of fun with her, she introduced me to pho and day drinking and strippers.  Okay so she didn't really introduce me to strippers but day drinking & strippers were something we always did together.  She is very much a pretty girl.  Not just because she's beautiful but I guess the term "every-girl" should be used here.  The terrorist has been trying to explain to me what exactly an every-girl is and I think I finally grasped the concept.  Thanks to Blondie.  Granted, I think she's an extreme case of the every-girl but she IS an every-girl. 
The awkward standing got moved outside to awkward sitting.  Blondie and I actually got a few seconds to talk in which she told me about how the guy she's seeing organized the shin dig for her along with taking her out to get her Nails & Hair did, taking her shopping and getting her some ridiculously over priced designer dress for the night with matching shoes.  It was a seriously deep discussion. 
She finished her cigarette and went inside with a group of friends that showed up.  I stayed outside, smoking and trying to find a graceful way to get the fuck out of there.  That's when Ireland started talking to me.  Ireland is this middle age-ish red haired, red faced dude.  I actually think he might have been younger than middle age but I'm pretty sure due to years of excessive drinking he's getting older (and redder) than his years.  He was a friend of Blondie's, we chatted for half a minute then his conversation continued with my tits.  Now, I know I have a great rack but how can anyone think that tit talking is acceptable?!?!   There are very very very few acceptations to this rule.  Guys... Tit talking is not cool.  Don't do it!!!  This was the final straw for me.  I decided I wasn't going to worry about being tactful.  I put half of my $8 drink down, went and gave Blondie a hug and told her I was peacin' out. 

I was on my way to the Terrorists and I decided to stop for a fountain coke.  Somehow I locked myself out of my car (probably because I was half stoned and talking to Nathan on the phone).  I hadn't replaced my key under my plate since the last time I got locked out.  So I was more or less fucked.  Luckily I was 2 blocks from the Terrorists house so I walked up there, got a coat hanger, and figured I'd try to jimmy the lock.  I've tried this a few times and have never been able to get it.  This time, was different.  I GOT IT!!   I was very proud of myself.
When I got back to the Terrorist's house he made me put my key back on my plate.  Now I know that if I get locked out again (haha, if, who the fuck am I kidding... WHEN I get locked out again) I will have two methods to get back in my car.  Very exciting.
But not as exciting as stair sex.
Like that little segue? 
Oh yeah, I got boned on the stairs!  I'm pretty sure at least one of his neighbors had to have seen my ass but that's okay.  It was some good sexin'. 
Complete with bite marks on the back of my hand from an attempt to keep myself quite. 
Classy.

Reefer and blogging about snotty bitches really did make me feel better.
Yay.  Fuck, I should go get ready for work. 
I don't want to go to work. 
I need to find another job.

*I would have pasted myself against a wall but there was no wall space anywhere near the party and though I seriously contemplated it I figured standing half way across the room by myself would probably just make me seem even more socially awkward.

I need to be in bed at a semi-reasonable hour tonight.  I've been too grumpy all day.  Starting this morning with a comment by the T that I took WAY too personally.  It's just continued to grow from there. 

Last night after posting about my irritability I was in bed and I got a text from the Terrorist offering his ear and cigarettes for venting purposes.  So I ran up here for a smoke and a chat. 

The cause of my irritability was this:  the boy I haven't given a nickname to yet has more or less moved in.  That in itself doesn't really bother me.  I've made it no secret that I'm not his number one fan but I can be civil.  He needs a place to stay while he and Les look for a new place so fine... he can crash with us.  (Plus he's paying rent.)  What i didn't think of is that fact that he has a dog.  So, last night, when I got home and poked my head in Lesley's room to say hi, the furry four legged friend was chillin on the floor. 
Not cool.
Personally I am a pet lover.  I think they're fabulous.  Dogs, Cats, Reptiles, Fish... whatever.  The problem though, is that it has been specifically stated in our rental contract and other times that there are NO PETS! allowed.  So, the pooch has got to go.  Unless Lesley gets the okay from our landlord I'm going to have to be a cunt about this.  I refuse to loose that apartment because of her boyfriends dog. 

The other cause's of my irritability are from non-direct sources.  Things such as my nephew who is the only 15 year old douche bag I know.  The Baby Momma and the Baby Momma's Momma are causing grief for the T which isn't cool.  The fact that noone has called me to offer me a surpremely awesome job (nevermind the fact that I haven't sent resumes out anywhere) is a fairly big irratation.  Little T... No... Little T has been awesome today.  AND thanks to my sister we've come up with a wonderful idea for dinner.  My sister is kind of irratating me but I think she's finnally pulled her head out of her ass. 

Okay that's enough.  I need to do stuff.  Maybe go pick some strawberries.  The T's neighbors have a yard full of strawberries and they've given us free reign but I keep forgetting about it.  Today would be a good day for that.

Plus, Strawberries are happy.

That's something I've picked up from Little T. 
Ugh.

That's the only way to properly describe tonight.

EVERYTHING WENT WRONG.

It was a night from hell.

And now I'm going to bed. 

I don't know why but the girls being away has inspired me to get shit done.  I've made a few random todo lists here and there but this one is going to be the mutha-load.  All the stuff I've been putting off.  All the stuff that's minor and probably shouldn't be on a ToDo list... everything. 
I tried getting LIttle T to help me but I've learned that having a 9 year old as a personal assistant isn't a great idea... they're forgetful as hell!! 

• Get pics from Walgreen's   (Done!)
  
• Decorate wall with them
• Laundry  (Done! ... Plus I did all of the T's and Little T's ... Yes I'm Amazing!)
  
• Clean (done) , clean, clean.
• Attempt to organize photos. 
  
• Call/Email landlord about tub/rent.  (Done!)
• Mail cards.  (Done!)
  
• Convince mom to help me with computer endeavors.
• Talk to Katie  (Done!... She is freakishly in love!)
  
• Check Mail.  (Done!)
  
• Find another book to read. (Done for now)
  
• Get music to make Cd's
• Organize adult stuff.  (Bill type things)
•  Find job  (I'm realizing how much I hate job hunting.  Especially in this market.  New Goal - 3 resumes a day)
  
• Get gas  (Done.. $12 to fill my tank! ..granted I was only 1/4 down but still!)
  
• Register to vote.  (Done!)
  
•  Pay utilities   (Will be done before the end of the night... well tomorrow at the lastest)
  
•  Go to bank.  (Done!)
  
•  Pick up Check/Get boxes for Alex/Get Alex's phone number  (Done)
  
• Google "Making Pizza" to find a good/kid friendly pizza making ideas (that aren't english muffin pizzas.)
  
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I left a few empty spots for when I remember all that other shit I want to do.
Now I must go pass out like a fuck and get up early and get coffee and go watch LIttle T and some how figure out how to make cleaning my apartment fun for him. 

Disclaimer: My vagina is not happy.  I'm stoned.  Lets use some deductive reasoning to figure out that because of these two things, combined with the fact that I am blogging means there's going to be probably some details you don't wanna hear about.  Unless you're a sick, nosey muthah fucka.  But hey... it takes one to know one.

Chris got home not too long ago.  While wandering around collecting things for a shower he noticed my subject line and said something about the Dead.  Though it is a Dead line I'm not actually listening to the Dead.  I'm listening to Sublime.  Then after a brief conversation I realized that I TOTALLY need to listen to some music I haven't listened to in awhile.

Chris is laughing and I have a sneaking suspicion it's at me.

Anyway... I ran in, got my CD book and in mere moments I'm gonna be jamming out to tunes of my past.  That reminds me, the other day when I was getting ready for work Lesley informed me that she's never met anyone who rocks out while getting ready as much as I do.  What an awesome compliment!!

Update... Though it took some work I finally got Cd's playing.  Though good, so far this experience isn't as magical as I thought it would be.  That's alright, I've got a bunch of Cd's, I'll find something that hits the spot.

Work last night was... eh.  I worked with my general manager.  Which is cool because she's salaried and doesn't get a cut of the tips which means I got them all.  Though I haven't actually counted them I had to of made $20-$25.  Which is unheard of for that place.  Working with the GM wasn't actually a bowl of cherries but she did inform me that I'm going to be getting a $.75/hr raise effective July 1st and she's getting the uppers that I should be considered for Asst. Manager.  Though I don't think that sounds like a great idea because I'm not really into Management it's awesome that she thinks that.  There's nothing open at the moment but considering there are 5 stores and they basically have disposable employees it's something that could happen before too long.  I'd rather find something serving some place else.  I've kind of given up on the job hunting thing until after Nate leaves.
(Finally... got to the awesome song on this Cd!  There's some hardcore rock-age going on over here.)

Went over to the Terrorist's house last night after work.  Which normally doesn't happen on weeknights because he has to be at work at 9am but the past few nights exceptions have been made.  I feel bad though.  He's loosing sleep, two nights ago, I was at the door for 5 or 10 minutes knocking and ringing the bell 'cause he had dozed off and could barely keep his eyes open once I was inside.  (It was really cute, though.)  Then again I'm loosing sleep as well, kind of and he is the one who suggests it.  (I'm trying to talk myself out of feeling guilty, for some reason when I dropped the Catholic religion the guilt part of it felt the need to hang on and occasionally* rear it's irritating head.)

I think my boobs are shrinking.  I've been slowly dropping a few pounds here and there over the past... whatever.  Cool!  Actually awesome!  But I don't really want that weight to come from my boobs.  The reason I think my boobs are shrinking is because I often store things in my bra... Money, phone, Mp3 player, lighter, bowl... ya know... the necessities.  Twice this week, stuff has fallen out.  I don't think my tata's are taking up the same amount of space therefore the "stuff" isn't as secure as it normally is.  That's crap.

My vagina. 
I don't think I'll ever understand the vagina.  It's kind of a parent/child type relationship.  I love it dearly and can't imagine my life without it but I just don't get why it does what it does.
I thought I had another case of the broken va jay jay.  Started garlic treatment then I realized I was starting my period.  Then it occurred to me that in the past I used to get the symptoms of the broken va jay jay around my period, so i figured it was just a slight imbalance cause of the changing environment.  That's cool and all but there was something still not right that's when I realized that there were little cuts or skin tears.  (Sounds worse than it is...though don't get me wrong it's not entirely pain free.)  I have no clue what the fuck this is from.  I mean, the T and I aren't exactly gentle but there hasn't been anything lately that would cause this.  Tres Weird.  Oh well, it's mostly gone away.

My Uterus.
Is fucking with me.  That's the only explanation I have.  I finally started my period.  I think it's really weird that I start shortly after having a broken condom incident which is the first example that it's fucking with me.  The second is that I'm not practically hemorrhaging.  It's been 7 months.  There's gotta be a lotta shit that needs to be cleaned out but nope, it;s a nice light "normal" period.  Actually it's lighter than normal.  I haven't be doubled over from cramps or nausea.  It's all very weird to me but I'm totally okay with it.  Last time I went this long between periods I could barely walk my cramps were so bad and at one point I woke up (at Nates) and actually thought I was hemorrhaging or miss-carrying an unknown fetus.  

I've always kind of viewed my uterus as a sort of subconscious.  It's the part of me that wants to get married and have babies and do all that "normal" or "typical" stuff.  Maybe that's why it gets so pissy sometimes, because I constantly fight to push those feelings away.  I've gotta work on that.  It's okay to want those things in fact, it's very normal to want those things...right?

Fuck, it's almost 2p.  I have been screwing around online for like 5 hours.  HOLY FUCK.  I need to go smoke a bit more then shower.  It's gonna be a good one! But first, I need to find a good shower cd!  :-)
 
*By "occasionally" I mean all the fricken time.

I should be sleeping.  But instead I'm going to fill out a questionnaire thingy I stole from gunderson bee.  Then maybe I'll nap.  Or maybe not.

1) What were you doing ten years ago?
Just got done my Junior year of high-school.  I can't remember if I worked for Hershey's Ice Cream that summer or not.  Either way I was probably dicking around with friends, staying up waaaaaaaay to late and generally doing teen-aged things. 

2) Five (non-work) things on my to-do list for today
Maybe get in a quick nap at some point, pluck my eyebrows, do dishes, put laundry away, lay out in the sun. 

3) Snacks I enjoy
Cherries, Ice cream, French Baguette and Jam, chocolate and other stuff.

 
4) Things I would do if I were a billionaire
Pay my mom everything I owe her, plus find someone to take care of her house so she doesn't have to deal with it anymore and find her either a MUCH smaller house or apartment to move into when she's ready.  Move Nathan to Oregon.  Pay off my sisters debt and get her the fuck out of the trailer park,  Do something (not sure what) for my dad,  Give the Terrorist school money, Go to Disney World with Nathan.  Take a bunch of random spontaneous vacations.  Quit being a Coffee Wench.  Possibly open a Cafe/Bar/Restaurant if not that look into some type of business ownership,  buy a real bed, give the TSA lady who's always so sweet to us some money because she's a sweetheart and said she'd remember us if she ever wins the lottery and I really think she would. 

5) Places I have lived
Whitefield, Maine
Chelsea, Maine
Plymouth, New Hampshire
Portland, Maine
Westbrook, Maine
Portland, Oregon
Piney Point, Maryland
M/S Pride of Aloha, Waters off the coast of Hawaii

6) Jobs I have had
Bagger
Cashier
Ice Cream Order Taker
CSR (for Various Companys)
Retail Slave
Server
Bartender
Coffee Wench
General Wage Slave

7) Peeps I want to know more about
Everyone! 

My job, drives me insane.  Surprise!

There are so many aspects about my job that drive me crazy I made a mental list on my way home.  I'm changing it from a mental list to a blog list.. and without any further ado... 

Many Reason's why I hate my job!...

•  It's at the airport.  I fucking hate working at the airport!!  The only good thing about working at the airport is the fact that the Terrorist works there and that doesn't really matter because we don't work the same hours.
• My 19 year old "supervisor" who has basically no food service experience makes $.75 more an hour than I do.  Now, don't get me wrong, I think she's a great kid and has learned a lot but $.75/hr?!  Come on!  I have to wait until I reach 60 days before they'll give me a raise!
• I work for a company that lets people no call/no show 3 times and doesn't fire them!!  What kind of message does that send to the rest of us?! 
• I'm almost a decade older than a lot of my coworkers.
• I have a coworker who is quite young and though she's one hell of a hard worker (when she wants to be) and a great kid she is in fact just a KID and that makes me want to punch her at times.
• People who come through the line and flash $100 bills in there wallet and can't even throw us a dollar.  Come on people!  Tip better.  Consider it your way of helping to stimulate the economy!!
• >>People who>< when receiving $.65 change will pick out the dime and nickle and throw that in the tip jar.   If our cheery disposition, smiling faces and speedy service don't inspire you too throw a little more in the tip jar then think of the failing economy... do it for your country for Christ Sake!!
• Though this one isn't exactly common place, it happened tonight and it pissed me off... At closing I kill the main lights and when I get a moment I go out and rearrange the aisle divider things.  Tonight, I was moving the dividers and I heard a lady say something like "quick before she locks us out..." or something like that.  Then some lady and a guy ran by me and got into line.  They didn't ask if they could they just went.  That is wrong.  Then, because they got in line a few others did too and it took fucking forever to get out of there. 
• I have to get to the parking lot 20-25 minutes before I'm scheduled to be at a shift in order to catch the shuttle in and be at work on time

 All of these mixed with little irritating things such as the POS Clock (Time-clock) being 5-7 minutes fast make me really hate my job. 

That's all.

I've been playing on OkCupid a lot lately. 

For the most part it's the same old crap.  Just a way to pass the time.  My standards are fairly low when it comes to the Internet as a way to meet people.  Having said that I am the girl who has never ever (NOT ONCE) dated a person she didn't meet from the Internets.  (Unless you count the creepy* guy I fooled around with on the ship who then proceeded to stalk me for 3 weeks.) 

I have met some awesome people via the net.  Chris, though he and I have had and continue to have our issues, he's a good kid and I love him.  OMS was a craigslist boy.  Hell, all the guys I had sex with last summer were found via the web.  The Terrorist is/was and OkCupid boy.  

I don't know where I'm going with this.  I think I had a point, but I've forgotten it.  The sad thing is I'm completely sober. 

It's my Friday!  Today was sooooooo much better than yesterday.  Nothing special happened but it wasn't a completely shit day either.  (I feel a train.)   

Tomorrow I need to be productive, which is why immediately after writing this I'm going to go pee and crawl into bed.

While being productive I need to accomplish...

• Take shit in closet to Goodwill.
• Clean kitchen.
• Put Laundry away
• Deposit Check
• Mail Rent
• Pay Lesley
• Call/Text Leon
• Send Terry, Mah & Kathryn birthday cards. - Wow, I just realized that my three moms (Birthmom, Stepmom and adopted Mom) all have birthdays within a week or two of each other.  Bizarre.
• Find Job.  (Very Minimum: email Paddy's)
• Take a fantastically long, wonderful shower (preferably while under the influence of the pot.)

I think that's about it.

Shit... That's kind of a lot of stuff.  I need to go to bed!! 

*He wasn't that creeepy before we fooled around that mostly came after the foolage.  Though, he was a little creepy to start with, but I kind of dig that, I mean, I've been dating a guy I've dubbed "the terrorist" for months now... that's not exactly normal.