38 posts tagged “job”

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.

I'm very much not wanting to go to work today.  I feel kind of guilty about that.  There are so many people out there who don't even have jobs to go to.  I have one and it's not good enough for me.  I'm spoiled. 

I still don't want to go to work though. 

Hopefully, I should be recieing a call from a lady who wants to interview me about a bartending job in Multnomah Village.  She emailed me earlier this week and said she would call me Sunday afternoon.

Yeah... screw this.  I've lost the motovation to blog.

Disclaimer:  Though I’m not actually stoned at the moment (well not that much at least) I am in the process of becoming stoned and therefore my content matter and language will probably become a tad “colorful.”  Consider yourself warned.   

Common guys?!?!  Where’s the love???

I cannot, for the life of me, connect to any wireless networks.  I even went as far as walking around the apartment and checking signals everywhere.  The two main ones we connect to will let us connect to them but not to the Internet.  I don’t really know what that means.  Maybe they forgot to pay their comcast bill? 

I was home and out of my work clothes by 12.15a!!!   Awesome man! 

Tonight went by quick.  And fuck I peed a lot today.  Very rarely (actually never, so far) do I drink a lot of coffee at work, tonight being the exception.  Insane amounts of coffee have passed through me this evening.  Which is why I need to pee right now.

I wish Lesley was home.  I have this strange urge to go check out our neighborhood bars.  (There are 2 bars two or so blocks away.)  I’ve lived here for almost 3 months and I haven’t set foot in either of them.  Somehow, that’s wrong to me. 

She’s at a concert tonight, hopefully having shitloads of fun.  Beirut.  Some emo band.  Ugh.   We did pho today.  Had lots of fun.  I miss our pho dates.  We figured it out while at pho and it’s been like a week and a half to two weeks since we actually hung out.  The rest of our communication had been done via text, phone or either while rushing to get to work or just before passing out.  … I was going somewhere with this but the blood to THC ratio has gotten a little low so  unfortunately I can’t remember where exactly I was going.  Sorry.

I have to pee.

Called a friend of mine (who shall remain nameless) tonight while I was on my break.  This friend has a job that requires them to telecommunicate with people who have medical questions.  This evening they took a call from a gentleman who had had some gastroenterological issues.  Unfortunately this dear man hadn’t had a bowel movement since Wednesday.  In and of itself this would be an unfavorable situation but when you combine it with the gentleman’s name, well I don’t think I’d bother calling for advice.  The man’s name?  Colon.   Mr. Colon’s last name is even worse.  Colon Glasscock.  Some parents are so cruel. 

I went pee.

(Lesley got home.  We chatted, she gave me food, I gave her cookies.  Awesome sandwich.  The show was good.  She shook the dudes hand.  “He’s sooo hot” was repeated a few times following the hand shaking story.  Talked some more about general stuff.  She went to bed. )

Something regarding pee.

As I was pulling out the power cord to Lesley’s laptop I realized that I still haven’t had sex on this couch.  Why is that?  The T and I have had an open date to change that but we just haven’t gotten to it.  That needs to change.  (Don’t ask me how the power cord thing make me think of couch fucking.)

In general I’m not one of those women who fret constantly about their weight.  I’m a big girl, I know this and for the most part, I’m okay with it.  I have nice tits because of it.  In fact I have no desire to be one of those super skinny types, they seem… breakable.  I don’t wanna be breakable.  Now that that is out there I feel its okay to say… I FIT INTO MY SKINNY JEANS!!!   Woot, woot!!!  Granted, they’re not the most comfortable pair of jeans I own at the moment but I was actually able to wear them out and not suffocate to death.  I haven’t fit into them since December or November-ish.  YAY SKINNY JEANS!!! 

Slacker, bitch, faghag, whore.

I got three fortunes today.  (I generally get multiple fortunes in fortune cookies... weird, but true.)  The three fortunes I got today all had to do with money.  It’s kind of weird. The fortunes…

·         Something on 4 wheels will soon be a fun investment for you!

·         The star of riches is shining on you this month.

·         Reaffirm your faith in financial plans – make a budget.

 Maybe it’s the universe trying to tell me something.  Perhaps to find a new job?

Actually I think I’m going to go do that.  FUCK.  I can’t get online.  This is frustrating!!

I wanna find a new job.  I don’t like my job.  Though my co-workers are pretty awesome (even the 19 year old supervisor) I’m sick of it.  Management is fucked.  Which I know is more or less the case everywhere but when I’m making minimum wage along with $40-$150 a night I can let a lot more roll off my back than when I’m making minimum wage plus $10-$20 a night.  Not to mention the fact that working at the airport just plain sucks.

Huh? What? Show me what you got!  Rub it against my thigh!

It’s cold in here.  I’m going to bed.

I friend of mine is in a rough spot.
More or less everything that can go bad... has
Ranging from a loss of financial aid to his baby momma moving to Colorado with his kid to a very real possibility that he might have to find a new place to live at the end of the month.  Combine all of this with no job and a very shitty job market... things really suck.
I wish I could help, but there's not a thing I can do.
I hate that.
I wish I could wrap him up in a big bear hug and make everything workout.
Blech.

Instead... I'm going to go clean, like a mother fucker.

It's 1am already?!?
That's absurdly absurd.
The day just slipped through my fingers.

Oh well.  I had a good day so I'm not bitching.
I hung out with the Terrorist all day.  Just dicking around and really doing nothing of importance.  We haven't done that in awhile.  I kind of miss those days.

The only bad bit...
I think I ate more food today than I have all week.
Blech.

I got home a couple of hours ago.  I was "kicking it on standby" cause a friend was supposed to call but I guess he kind of thought she wasn't going to but then she did so I came home all ready to crawl into the magical bed with Lesley but she's staying at the Soldiers place (surprise surprise) so now the magical bed is all mine.

Had the intention of watching Juno.  Don't think that's going to happen now.  I'm sleepy.  I think I'm just going to go pass the fuck out, maybe get up early and do some shit before I have to be at work.  Like find a job.

Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!

I'm very excited and not just because I hate my job.  I'm going to be motivated today.  I'm going to get shit done!  
I slept like a rock last night.   It was fabulous.  (Aside from that fact that my spine feels like stone.)  I crawled into the magical bed last night around 2am.  Put my mp3 player on and laid it on my chest (between my boobs) then I woke up 7 hours later to Lesley's alarm clock and it was in the same exact spot.  That never happens.  1. I NEVER sleep on my back.  2.  I always move in my sleep.  Either way... it was a great nap.

Today.
Today I'm going to do some things...
Things like...

1.  Go to Wal*Greens
     Get contact souliton, soap and shampoo.
2.  Take out contacts and shower.
3.  Clean my room.
     Find a place for pretty new rug, possibly move computer back, hang up wall things, make it more cozy and livable.
4.  Tidy up kitchen/living room.
5.  Send a few resumes out.  
     Objection:  Find job where co-workers have all actually completed puberty.
6.  Possibly scrape bowl or obtain reefer some other way.
7.  Go downtown.  Get mail.
8.  Watch Juno if time.

Just got a text from Chris.  I woke up this morning and he wasn't here.  Which was weird cause he was here last night when I got home, he was in the shower when I went to bed.  Then this morning he was missing.  Found a note on the computer that said he was at Ogre's.  Ogre is a chick he met via craigslist not too long ago*.  I worry about this arrangement because of a few reasons but it's none of my business and if it's keeping him happy and occupided and not thinking of the ex girlfriend  then I guess I should shut the fuck up and mind my own fucking business.

I hate that fact that I tend to mother my friends.

That's it for now I think.

*She's dubbed Ogre because she has a think for the Ogre body type and not because she looks like an Ogre.   

It did it again.

Firefox fucked up.
Though in all fairness it wasn't firefox's problem.  The keyboard froze and nothing could be done so a re-boot was necessary.

Anyway... I lost all of the entry I had.
Poof.
Gone.

Most of what I was talking about in said entry was work bitching.
Correction.
All of it was.

I hate my job.  I've worked at this job for a week and already I want to shoot people. 
The girl I close with...
She's a good kid, really, she is (at least what I know of her in the 8 hours I've known her)
She's really slow though. 

We should have got out of there at 11.30-12a the latest.
THE LATEST.
I left somewhere around 12.35 and she was still counting her till out.
I can tell you that will be changing soon.  $8/hr is not enough money to waste my entire night, not even with the whole $10 I make in tips.every night.

I just inhaled a half a cantaloupe in like .3 seconds.  It took me longer to cut it than it did to eat it.
That's nuts.
Now I'm inhaling some pizza.

I need to go do dishes.  Then I'm going to possibly take my toe nail polish off then I'm going to go to bed and get my fucking beauty rest because I need to get up as early as fucking possible tomorrow to find a new fucking job!!!