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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 5:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 7:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 7:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 8:07 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 8:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 8:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 8:36 pm
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AUGH. Just got smacked in the face by depression.
I hate my job. I hate being around people. I hate having to move, and I hate having to ask what things are and where everything is. I hate having people watch me and tell me to hurry up. I hate having to be nice, and I hate having to clean s**t. I really really hate being called the "all night slicer cleaner", and I really really REALLY hate having to ask everyone for help. Also, the smell makes me die. I hate slicing deli meat, and cleaning cheese slicers.
I also hate not having my timecard. Wtf, where'd it go?!!?!
Also, there's no pictures on this laptop. Nothing of me or mine. None of my music.. and the CD drive is really slow. Second Life is crap, my internet is so slow I can't DO anything, I'm so freaking bored, and I just want to curl up in a little ball and die. And I'm totally serious when I say that.
Ugh, angst, drama, whatever. If I didn't have to work I'd have the time to do everything with this laptop like move all my stuff over.. but I don't have time. Wtf, I want to QUIT. If only I could just close and clean s**t, or work in the back doing platters.. but I gotta work counter. Ugh, PEOPLE. I hate them. And I can't stop working until end of august. A whole ******** month.. I'll probably get fired for ******** up my timecard, or being to slow, or doing SOMETHING wrong..
Typical customer thing: Me:"94! Anyone have 94~" They wave their little number thing at me. Me:"How can I help y...*trails off as they start talking*" Them: "I need a pound of ham." Me: "What kind?" Them: "The one that's on sale." Me: "Okay... *aside to one of my coworkers, lets say Nancy* What's the ham that's on sale?" Nancy: "*sigh, as shes slicing for someone else* There's the sara lee honey, that's buy one half pound get the second half pound free, or the hansel and gretel classic ham, which is $2.99 a pound." Them: "Uhh.. Hansel and Gretel." Me: "*to Nancy* Which is that?" Nancy: "*points* That one." Me: "*picks up a ham*" Nancy: No, the other one!" Me: "*puts it down and picks up the other one, loads it on the slicer and starts slowly slicing meat*" Them: "....*impatient look*" Me: "weighs, its 1.114 pounds* Is that okay?" Them: "Yeah, that's fine." Me: "*prints sticker thing, puts ham in bag, slaps sticker on bag, struggles to ziplock bag, hands it over* There you are. Anything else?" Repeat for turkey, hard salami, and cheese.
What I really hate is people who want a pound of shaved ham. That stuff takes forever to slice that thin, and it's really hard to bag.. D:
Kinda wish there was a way to do lj-cuts on Gaia.. then this stupid post wouldn't be glaring me in the face.
I suppose life would be easier if I had more friends to talk to on AIM or something.. but then again, this is me we're talking about. I don't do anything, so I never have anything to talk about. Hence why no one ever talks to me. Even the IRC room I go to mocks me for being female. My parents are just.. ugh. I can't stnad being around them. No matter how many times I tell my mom NOT TO TOUCH ME she's ALWAYS FREAKING TOUCHING ME. It drives me freaking nuts. Stop laughing at me, stop touching my shoulders and my hair, and just leave me alone. And stop belittling me in from of my boyfriend. Jesus Christ, woman.
I want to go HOME. Only I don't know where that is.
I think I'm going to go cry, or something. Makes me feel better. Or... something.
Sorry about this, guys. I'm just at the end of my rope. I can't even draw stuff to relieve stress like normal because my tablet pen is ******** up from my dog eating it... ugh.
Sorry.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 11:35 pm
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Eddily shoki_de_nai What the hell? Photobucket has decided that some of my art is offensive and violates their ToS. Four of mine were revmoved because of this. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v129/shoki_de_nai/shepsketch.jpgThere's an example. I reloaded it under a new name to show. What's wrong with that?! Besides, there's others showing a similar amount of body that are still fine...or maybe they haven't gotten to it yet. In other news...I may lose my job. My boss JUST found out about my condition...and needs to talk to my doctor. If she tells him that my job is causing it to get worse, by Iowa law I have to be let go. And I was just gonna get a $0.50 raise! You mean they told you why you were banned? They didn't bother telling me, I just couldn't log in one day. xp I wasn't banned, my images were replaced with this thing saying it violated the ToS.
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 11:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 12:07 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 4:15 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 4:21 am
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And when I heard the whistle I knew I had been chosen...
Ugh, I don't even know where to begin on this one.
My roomate walks up to me this morning and is like "Ummmm..." so I turn and look at her and she tells me she's moving out ("not because of you though, I just want to live in a studio apartment.") and tells me I have to sign some paper. So I sigh and take the paper, signing it.
So, I'll probably be getting a new roomate now... but I don't even know where to begin thinking about this. I feel like she hates me for some reason. She dissapears on her own without telling me where she's going and stays away the whole night then comes home after school the next day, and just plain doesn't tell me anything.
Argh. I'm annoyed now. *sighs*
I just hope I don't get an annoying roomate from this, if i do, I'm seriously going to go crazy. I got lucky with my current roomate, she's nice, doesn't like rap music (that much, anyway, she's played it in her car but she doesn't when she's here) and we kinda just do our own things and aren't in the way of each other.
why is it so hard to just stay here? It's not like I'm in her face all the time or am that big a problem >.<
Dammit. Sorry for rambling, I'm just really upset about this now and don't even know where to start thinking on this. I'll have to call my mom and talk to her later.
...to be the one who decides who goes next.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 4:21 am
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Nekoyaki AUGH. Just got smacked in the face by depression. I hate my job. I hate being around people. I hate having to move, and I hate having to ask what things are and where everything is. I hate having people watch me and tell me to hurry up. I hate having to be nice, and I hate having to clean s**t. I really really hate being called the "all night slicer cleaner", and I really really REALLY hate having to ask everyone for help. Also, the smell makes me die. I hate slicing deli meat, and cleaning cheese slicers. I also hate not having my timecard. Wtf, where'd it go?!!?! Also, there's no pictures on this laptop. Nothing of me or mine. None of my music.. and the CD drive is really slow. Second Life is crap, my internet is so slow I can't DO anything, I'm so freaking bored, and I just want to curl up in a little ball and die. And I'm totally serious when I say that. Ugh, angst, drama, whatever. If I didn't have to work I'd have the time to do everything with this laptop like move all my stuff over.. but I don't have time. Wtf, I want to QUIT. If only I could just close and clean s**t, or work in the back doing platters.. but I gotta work counter. Ugh, PEOPLE. I hate them. And I can't stop working until end of august. A whole ******** month.. I'll probably get fired for ******** up my timecard, or being to slow, or doing SOMETHING wrong.. Typical customer thing: Me:"94! Anyone have 94~" They wave their little number thing at me. Me:"How can I help y...*trails off as they start talking*" Them: "I need a pound of ham." Me: "What kind?" Them: "The one that's on sale." Me: "Okay... *aside to one of my coworkers, lets say Nancy* What's the ham that's on sale?" Nancy: "*sigh, as shes slicing for someone else* There's the sara lee honey, that's buy one half pound get the second half pound free, or the hansel and gretel classic ham, which is $2.99 a pound." Them: "Uhh.. Hansel and Gretel." Me: "*to Nancy* Which is that?" Nancy: "*points* That one." Me: "*picks up a ham*" Nancy: No, the other one!" Me: "*puts it down and picks up the other one, loads it on the slicer and starts slowly slicing meat*" Them: "....*impatient look*" Me: "weighs, its 1.114 pounds* Is that okay?" Them: "Yeah, that's fine." Me: "*prints sticker thing, puts ham in bag, slaps sticker on bag, struggles to ziplock bag, hands it over* There you are. Anything else?" Repeat for turkey, hard salami, and cheese. What I really hate is people who want a pound of shaved ham. That stuff takes forever to slice that thin, and it's really hard to bag.. D: Kinda wish there was a way to do lj-cuts on Gaia.. then this stupid post wouldn't be glaring me in the face. I suppose life would be easier if I had more friends to talk to on AIM or something.. but then again, this is me we're talking about. I don't do anything, so I never have anything to talk about. Hence why no one ever talks to me. Even the IRC room I go to mocks me for being female. My parents are just.. ugh. I can't stnad being around them. No matter how many times I tell my mom NOT TO TOUCH ME she's ALWAYS FREAKING TOUCHING ME. It drives me freaking nuts. Stop laughing at me, stop touching my shoulders and my hair, and just leave me alone. And stop belittling me in from of my boyfriend. Jesus Christ, woman. I want to go HOME. Only I don't know where that is. I think I'm going to go cry, or something. Makes me feel better. Or... something. Sorry about this, guys. I'm just at the end of my rope. I can't even draw stuff to relieve stress like normal because my tablet pen is ******** up from my dog eating it... ugh. Sorry.
I'm sorry! I know what you're goin' through....I don't have the exact same thing, but I've pretty much been the same way the past couple weeks. One of my managers actually sent me home early one day because I was starting to get too frustrated with the store manager. And I've got my dad constantly lecturing me on my room and how it needs to stay cleaned, but he doesn't understand that I'm only living in this house for two more weeks so I don't feel the need to unpack everything and organize it.
I hope things get better for you. Any chance you could run to Target or someplace and pick up a cheap sketchpad and some cheap sketching pencils? That way you can still draw a little to keep your skills up while you're tablet's outta commission.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 4:41 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 5:08 am
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Crenn UglyCoyoteNG Crenn - Skypes more expensive then my intornatinal phone, and i didnt have a choice when i was in the hospital or in bed, i couldn't get up or use a house phone due to, well, lack of one. Sheep lover? stare You better be pretty damn careful with what you say... Well... the only cost associated to Skype... is the download/upload it uses. As for the sheep comment.. it's an Australian joke that all NZers are sheep lovers. It's similar to the UK's view that all Australians are kangaroo lovers. Anyway, I'd best drop it anyway. No, it costs to call outside of the US and canada for me. As for the comment.. What the hell would possess you to post somthing like that, when its very clear you know Kelly means alot to me? What exactly would posess you to do such a stupid thing? stare
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