Akumu no Tozoku

Macho Men or Wussies From Outer Space?

2009-03-15T20:30:44Z

Okay, why is it that when you send a guy (ie, your boyfriend) to the store, he's perfectly fine until you tell him you need pads, tampons, or to get condoms? THEN he turns into a whiny, prissy, blushing baby.

Whenever my bf and I need condoms, HE won't go to the store to get them, which means I always have to. Why won't he get them? Because, and I quote, "I get sick of the 'yeah, right' looks people give me as I pay." ... ... ... ... SO THE F*CK WHAT?!?!! I told him, "Honey, don't be embarrassed, be proud. You use protection. As for the stares and whatnot, who gives a rat's ass what they think? You have every right to brag." The reason behind his, ermmm.... 'discomfort' is the fact that the only condoms that fit him are Trojan MAGNUMS and sometimes even THEY are too small. So I buy the condoms. As I stand in the checkout line, I hold them as I would any other product (toothpaste, candy bars, etc), without any hint of trying to hide them. When it's my turn, I toss them lightly on the counter and to hell with whoever sees them or what they think about it. I actually rather enjoy the looks on the faces of the local teens who hang out at the 7-Eleven when they see what I'm buying. Those looks range from Holy-F*ck to You-Have-Got-To-Be-Shitting-Me to Uhhhhhh-....-Wow-.... and they're hilarious. Oh, the clerks at 7-Eleven LOVE me - especially the second and third shift workers (that's the afternoon and graveyards shifts to those of you lazy, spoiled saps who have never worked before). One of them I would go hang out with during the wee hours of the morning when I couldn't sleep (he reminds me a bit of a cross between Tim T. and Keifie N. in personality). One night, I went on a condom run, the store was full of teens and other youngsters who were still too wound up from that night's high school football game to go home and go to bed. I got the condoms, got in line, and tried not to berate the kids about their lack of manners, reminding myself that I'm not even 30 yet, it isn't quite time to act like an ornery old lady yet. When my turn to pay came, I placed the condoms on the counter and the guy I usually talk with told me that some of my favorite Taquitos (jalapeno and cream cheese - yum!) were on the grill and ready for consumption, but I just held the condoms up for everyone to see and told him I was busy, so maybe I'd get a snack later. Everyone laughed and told me to 'have fun' and a couple of the kids gave me some of those looks my bf hates, which I returned with interest on my way out. I went home, we had sex, end of story.

We were at City Market (our local supermarket) getting the essentials (tp, dish soap, ramen, bread, peanut butter, you get the idea) and I knew my monthly flux was coming soon, so I grabbed a couple of packages of pads. I placed them right next to the bread in the collapsible kiddy seat the carts all have now and my bf, his face bright red, immediately took them and tried to hide them under a box of graham crackers in the bottom of the cart. Why? Because the presence of the pads embarrassed him. I dunno why. HE dunno why. He was just extremely embarrassed by the fact that something that happens every month was about to happen again soonish and blah blah blah. I took them out of the cart and walked around the rest of our trip with them balanced on my head. The only people who though the presence of the pads was something they couldn't quite process were teenage boys. Everyone else just complimented me on my poise. Go figure.

UNDERWEAR! I work as a cashier at Alco, a kind of mini-WalMart or mini Meijers. A young man came through my checkout stand, on the phone with his gf, his face bright red. He was buying her some underwear. Yes, he was embarrassed - I mean, most men nowadays wear boxers or boxer briefs, so a woman buying her man some underwear isn't all that bad, but, for some odd reason, when a man buys his woman some underwear, it puts him in the position for some seriously medieval and outdated ridicule about being a pervert, depending on who else is around when he making the selection and/or purchase. (ignorance at its worst, if you ask me. Its like saying that any woman who has multiple sex partners is a slut while a man can screw whoever he wants and not be labeled negatively for it even though men are the worst when it comes to taking precautions, using protection, and exercising common sense whereas women are the ones who want to use protection and are generally more careful about the threat and ramifications possible from one-night-stands). Anywho, I digress. The POINT is that, embarrassed or not, this young man stepped up to the plate and swung away, doing for his gf what he knew she would do for him if he needed it.

And the cumulative point of all this is that there's no reason to be embarrassed by any of this. Buying condoms, pads, tampons (even underwear) is merely the act of being prepared for what you KNOW is coming. You don't want/aren't ready for kids, don't want diseases, etc, but you wanna do the act that makes you feel even closer to your bf/gf, so you buy condoms. The fact that you're buying them (no matter what size they are, though you should always be honest and get the ones that fit you since this will, oddly enough, never be the situation for a penis-measuring contest), with the obvious intent of using them, no matter what anyone else says, truly labels you as a responsible person who thinks ahead and understands that one night of recklessness could land you an unexpected kid or disease, both of which you'll have to live with for the rest of your life. Pads and tampons are necessary, unless you want us to wad up rags and duct tape them to our vaginae, which would cause infection and leaks. Pads and tampons are specifically made for the absorption of blood during a woman's menstrual cycle, which is why we use them instead of the aforementioned rags and duct tape. They come in all varieties - wings help to absorb overflow, length, width, and thickness of the pad are also essential depending on the usual flow of blood for the individual woman and what makes her feel more secure in knowing that a leak won't happen. Tampons are kinda the same way, except they're designed to expand and they absorb, but, although smaller and easier to hide in a pocket or purse, they're not for everyone - I'm one of a small percentage of women who are allergic to tampons, so I have to use pads. Whatever a woman's preference is, its necessary. So get over it, men, and deal with it. Being embarrassed about buying these products is stupid especially since nobody's ever embarrassed about buying toilet paper and shit is infinitely more disgusting than all of the above combined. Seriously.

Of llamas, emus, and things that go squitch

2008-05-27T16:43:13Z

Okay, lets talk about fairness. I work my ass off at work, and anyone who thinks doing housekeeping at a motel isn't strenuous, you can just leave right now. It is. We only get a half an hour a room. Making two beds in each takes up ten minutes in itself, then we have to clean all surfaces - tv screen, desk top, credenza, sink, mirror, window, tub (which takes longer when you have to pick the hairs out of it first), toilet, bathroom floor. Then we have to set up the displays and make sure the room has everything its supposed to have (3 towels, 4 washrags, one bathmat, three handtowels, 1 large bar of soap, 1 small bar of soap, 1 bottle of lotion, 1 bottle of shampoo, 4 cups by ice bucket, 2 cups by coffe pot, 1 pack regular coffe, 1 pack decaf, two bags of tea different flavors, 2 condiment packs, 1 motel directory, 2 phonebooks, 1 bible, 2 comment cards, 1 foresafety card, 1 tv guide directory, 1 HBO directory, 1 remote for tv, 2 trashcans with trash bags, you get the picture). Then we have to vacuum them. It may not seem like it should take that long to do all this, but it does. We don't just wipe down the surfaces, we actually SCRUB them to make sure they're CLEAN which takes LONGER when some seriously filthy Joe Schmoe used the tub or shower. I take pride in my work and I want it to show in the work I do. Well, after a usual day at work, when I get home, I like to play some WoW to unwind. Do I usually get to? Sometimes. Most of the time, Daniel refuses to get off the computer for even an hour for me. Like last night. Yesterday, my day off, I got called into work. I get home, Dan's just waking up (at about 4 in the afternoon). He gets on the computer and starts playing. He played WoW for about four hours, then switched to GTA4 (which is a rental - a very LATE rental -_-) for two hours, then switched back to WoW until just after midnight when he started watching tv. Does he offer me some time of my own on the computer? No, he doesn't. He pitches a fit when I logged onto WoW to check one of my toon's mail (I was on, had the mail checked, and off before he was half done with his cigarette). I got up between 9 and 10 this morning. Dan kinda woke up while I was searching for my jeans and I told him to go back to sleep. He asked me why, so I told him 'because I want to play for a while'. He smiles and makes like hes going back to bed. I go to the kitchen and start prepping my breakfast (Cap'N Crunch and tea ^_~) and here he comes out of the bedroom and, not even bothering putting his contacts in, gets on the computer. I did not know this was a maintenance day for WoW, so, needless to say, I was NOT happy. Instead of explaining to me that it was a maintenance day and that I'd have to wait until 1 this afternoon to play, he gets on my case saying I couldn't play today at all anyways and to stop acting like a child or something like that. Well. I'm sorry, but after coming home, dat after day, to nothing for me to do because he's been on the computer for hours already and wants to stay on until the cows come home with little to no regard for me and the fact that I actually do physical labor at work (unlike him, who sits behind the desk all day watching tv shows on hulu.com and doing next to nothing). He won't even give me a fucking hour. Not one hour. And if he decides to take a nap in the afternoon, he tells me 'play while you have the chance'. It's bullshit. He's a selfish, self-centered, self-serving bastard. It's all about him and what he wants. He may or may not know how to compromise or share, I don't know since I've never seen him do anything but horde everything for himself, but this is unacceptable. It isn't fair. I'm more than willing to take turns, why isn't he? He's a fucking child. That's probably all he'll ever be. A fucking worthless, selfish, bratty, spoiled child. He needs to grow the fuck up and get over himself and I mean FAST. I told him I;d give him three years. It's almost been one year. This is gonna be a looooonnnnngggg 2 years and four months. -_-

-DAMN

I'm depressed...

2008-03-23T19:39:10Z

I want to write. I want to put into words on paper all of the worlds and characters I've created, but which are all stuck in my mind; trapped behind a wall of incompetence. But, how do I begin them? How shall I continue the ones I've begun? Where should they end? Why do words suddenly fail me when I finally take pen in hand? Yeah, I get a good line here, a good paragraph there, but it isn't enough. Maybe I'm just not clever or smart enough to be an author. Maybe I'm just gifted with the ability to see all this in my head, yet cursed with the inability to portray it to others. I wish I could finish one - even just one. It probably wouldn't get published, though, but if it did... Gheddon. I've finally got a storyline just for her and the poor thing will never live it. It probably would have been best if I'd never created at all. It isn't as if anyone else is interested in any of it. It's times like this that I absolutely detest and regret being creative. Dan's probably right - nothing would ever come of it. Nothing -could- ever come of it. I guess I should resign myself to a life of mundane colorlessness. A life of doing only what -has- to be dome and never indulging in anything that I enjoy. The Harry Chapin song 'Mr. Tanner' sums it up nicely.

"But music was his life. It was not his livelihood - and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good. And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul. He did not know how well he sang; it just made him whole."

That's how I feel about writing, creating vast worlds, diverse people, awesome things...
...lord, this hurts...

UPDATE~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-03-23T00:05:05Z

I'm bored and I'm lonely and it sucks. Dan lost his job, so now I've been working my ass off trying to make ends meet. I've been pulling 9+ hours a day at work, so when I come home to trash overflowing, dishes STILL in the sink, empty Coke bottles everywhere, and Dan sitting on his ass in front of the computer, it makes the Deus not very happy. (especially when Deus wants to play on the computer a bit before going to bed and Dan won't let her.) It does, however, give the Deus a greater appreciation for all the bullshit she put her parental units through while she was still in MI. And she regrets it. I'M SORRY, MA AND PAPA!!!! I WAS HORRIBLE!!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME~!!!!

Okay, now that I've got that out of the way, I love my Daniel very, very much - which is the only reason he's still alive at the moment. He makes me happy more often than he pisses me off, which is a big point in his favor, ne, Keifie, Ash-chan?

I wanna come home and see you all, but I can't and I hate it!!! I MISS YOU!!!!

Mostly (and don't take this the wrong way, ppl, okay?) I miss my Jessi-cat. Methinks I miss her the mostest 'cuz she's dead and I'll never see her or hold her again. No one else die on me, okay? I don't think I could take the disappointment of never being able to see you or talk to you again. IS THAT CLEAR?!?!? Good. Moving on.

I love Tonberrys.

I have a new favorite anti-PMS medication - it's yummy and minty - 3 Musketeers Mint with Dark Chocolate. I'm not too crazy about the chocolate part, but the mint is yummy.... it kinda reminds me of York Peppermint Patty in the shape of a bar.

Well, I'ma go now and let my loving man play his games. Keep in touch, people! You have my Email addy!

Love,
Deuskyren
Avalon
Maxwell-
Noventa
((or Jacq, or Ihadurca, or Megan, if you must))

Sorry! I had to!

2008-03-15T16:42:25Z

- August 4 -
You are very independent and fearless. You have a lot of pride in yourself, and have confidence that you can do anything you put your mind to.
Positive Traits: organized, perceptive, disciplined, balanced, just
Negative Traits: obsessive, compulsive, tyrannical, demanding, non-communicative
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You will go to jail for:	Starting your own cult which worships beanie babies

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Night Elf Hunter

Night Elves are the sexiest of the bunch. They're the hot flower children of Warcraft: at one with nature, and dancing all the while.

As a hunter, you prefer to be on the sidelines. You would rather see all angles of a situation - probably to find the best position to shoot from. You like animals, but mostly because they (might) do your bidding.

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	Deus Maxwell Pills: Will cause a decrease in homicidal rage
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Deus Maxwell's Past Lives

1185 BC: Warrior

205 AD: A fish gutter

1626 AD: Royalty

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	Deus Maxwell lost a bet to Satan forever dooming humanity.
	... afterward, Deus Maxwell became an ideal and disappeared.
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Your arch-nemesis is:	Captain Kirk

Why?	Because they left their gum on your bed post
The winner will be...	You will join forces to conquer good
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Lyrics ("Disappoint" by Assemblage 23)

2008-01-17T01:06:42Z

Disappoint Lyrics
Artist(Band):Assemblage 23
Do you believe in the nobility of suicide?
No

Just one more time
For the sake of sanity
Tell me why
Explain the gravity
That drove you to this
That brought you to this place
That pushed you down
Into the soil's embrace

Give me the chance
I was denied
To sit and talk with you
For one last time

Did I disappoint you?
Did I let you down?
Did I stand on the shore
And watch you as you drowned?
Can you forgive me?
I never knew
The pain you carried
Deep inside of you.

I can't forget
Having to see
The words that knocked the wind
Right out of me
It's not enough
I've come undone
Trying to find sense
Where there is none

Just give me peace
You owe me that
To help ward off the fears
I must combat

Did I disappoint you?
Did I let you down?
Did I stand on the shore
And watch you as you drowned?
Can you forgive me?
I never knew
The pain you carried
Deep inside of you.

And so I ask
For one more chance
To understand
This senseless circumstance
Help me to see
This through your eyes
The reasons I've been trying
To surmise

Though you are gone
I am still your son
And Though your pain is over
Mine has just begun

Did I disappoint you?
Did I let you down?
Did I stand on the shore
And watch you as you drowned?
Can you forgive me?
I never knew
The pain you carried
Deep inside of you.

((I Love this song...))

My LJ Stalker

2008-01-15T07:38:27Z

deus_maxwell's LJ stalker is sad_school_girl!

sad_school_girl is stalking you because they think you are the one who made anonymous abusive LJ comments. They are also not very liked around here!

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Why, Ash-chan, you tease, you!

Thou shalt be sorely missed...

2007-12-17T21:04:20Z

Jessi had to be put to sleep. He condition was much worse than originally anticipated. Ma and Papa laid her to rest right next to the Woofer-mutt by the barn in the backyard. He carved the following on her home-made "casket": "Jessica; A damn good cat and a Hell of a mouser" - fitting, ne?
...
...
...
...
...
... I'm gonna miss my baby...

I took it twice...

2007-11-12T02:32:32Z

I taste of Death.

Doesn't everyone want a taste of death? Well they should. Most people deserve death. Keep away from me unless you think you're better than that. I probably won't like you. What Flavour Are You?

I taste like Nuclear Waste. Delicious.

Tasting like nuclear waste is a good thing - nothing bites me, nothing eats me, few things even touch me. I appreciate the solitude my harsh exterior brings. What Flavour Are You?

... sad...

2007-10-08T17:45:37Z

Mommy and Daddy and Pauline went home today... *sniff, sniffle*

It mentions Gerbils, Knives, and UnHoly Monstrosities - I HAD to post it!

2007-10-08T17:41:17Z

I'm just fucking PEACHY, by the way...

2007-09-26T21:25:20Z

Well, work is going well enough, but my boss is still an arrogant, self-righteous, pompous ass who pitches fits (throwing stuff away in the process) and then blames us for things not being where they were before he threw a hissy fit. He's been sleeping in later and later and taking naps - instead of going to the bank to pick up the one-day-late check of one of my co-workers (the bank which, by the way, is less than a one minutes' walk away from the fucking motel). THEN he starts bitching about all of the 'fucking bullshit' he's 'had to put up with' since he took the job and moved into the motel to live. Well, boo-fucking-hoo for you, cunt-tard! Newsflash:: You CHOSE to live in the motel!

Well, Daniel's mad at me for taking a leaf out of his book and refusing to help him with something at work while I'm off the clock. *shrugs* Something tells me he'll get over it. After all, he has Warhawk3 and Halo3 to occupy his time. I have nothing. I did my wordsearch book. I've read all of the book I brought with me and (upon closer inspection) most of the books at the local library (before I got here). I have writers' block. I'm fucking BORED and he goes in search of me when I go to the bedroom or outside to listen to my music and think while he plays his games. Yeah, he's got Warhawk, Halo3, Ninja Gaiden Sigma, Genji (which he admits is a crappy game), a new HD TV, and a PS3 - all I want is to replace my GameBoy Advance SP and get his car fixed and, I dunno, possibly to save up money so we have something to work with when we have to move again in May... ... ... or am I being stupid? *shrugs* ... meh...

Well, anywho, I've got to go now.

-DAMN-

Here's Your Sign...

2007-09-06T00:48:39Z

Okay, at our motel, it's our policy to charge $300.00 for smoking in a non-smoking room. We even have a sign with this policy on it posted for everyone to see, with the follow-up "You have agreed to these terms by signing for the room you paid for." Well, we only have two smoking rooms, which are usually the first to be sold, so when these rooms are already sold, but someone wants to smoke, we offer them a room on the first floor so all they have to do is step outside (our first floor rooms have entrances on both the inside and the outside). One night, I had to make one such offer to a patron who looked down at our policy, read it, then exclaimed, "I ain't payin' no $300 for smoking in a non-smoking room!" My reply was instant, "Then don't smoke in it." The two ladies in line behind him were trying not to laugh.

And today, housekeeping came to us twice bearing evidence that two non-smoking rooms had been smoked in (besides the tell-tale smell). One was on the second floor, but the one on the first floor really took the cake for this one - they went through so much trouble to avoid having to go outside to smoke that they might as well have just gone outside to save themselves the extra effort *rolls eyes*. So, now these people have $300 added to their bills. What morons, ne?

Well, I g2g back to work now - I just wanted to share this with y'all.

-DAMN

It Happened!

2007-08-28T20:37:25Z

We finally got our own place! It's temporary - rent is monthly and all, but it's a PLACE OF OUR OWN... until we can find something more permanent, that is. $475 a month, a single-wide trailer, but it's a nice one.

WOOHOO~!!!!

-DAMN

My First Bad Day In Buena Vista - it was bound to happen sooner or later

2007-08-28T02:23:21Z

Well, things at Super 8 have been going... well, they've been going. I'm finally starting to retain the policies and shit that they've been trying to teach me, but things aren't smooth sailing and to top it off, Daniel and I had our first fight.

First of all, Daniel and I still can't seem to find an apartment, having only recently gained my mother as a co-signer as leverage, but sometimes it can't be helped, y'know? We have a few good leads - one from a co-worker who's renting a trailer and informed us that the one nextdoor to her is for rent. These trailers are usual rented by seasonal workers - skiing season and white water rafting season, that kinda stuff - so the rent is monthly-based and leases aren't an option, but as long as we keep up with rent we would be fine until we found someplace better. Our other lead came from a woman who had been a patron (Lynn) of our motel at one point and had been mistakenly billed as a no-show, but can provide information about the room in question that she wouldn't know unless she'd stayed there. See, she stayed the night at the motel because she couldn't move into her new house (which is local) until all of the papers were signed (or something like that), so she, her daughter, and their two dogs (it must have been a slow night - we don't normally allow pets) had stayed at the motel. I'm not sure of the details of the whole situation, but she'd been calling, trying to get a hold of Jerry (our manager), and she kept missing him (I should know - I took the last four of her calls). Then she tried coming to the motel to see him, but she still kept missing him. She finally showed up while Daniel was there and he, as acting Manager due to Jerry not being there, finally cleared things up for her. Well, she told us about all the houses out her way that were up for rent. I like Lynn - she's cool. She even complimented me on being professional and cooperative (and nice - I know, it's a shock! I was NICE?!?! *lol*) before thanking me for trying to help and leaving (happily, since her complaint was taken care of - I mean, it was a legitiment complaint, after all - Jerry just had a hard time getting to it due to the fact that we have to get up to par to pass our next inspection AND he's sick).

And that was the highlight of my day. Daniel's sick - he has a fever and everything and now his manly pigheadedness is kicking in and he's refusing to see a doctor *rolls eyes*. And he gets persnickety when he isn't feeling well, too, but, then again, don't most men? How does this factor in, you ask? Here's how: he was supposed to relieve me at 4:00pm when my shift was over (we're both on the front desk - I sometimes have to help out in housekeeping, though). Well, Lynn wasn't the only complainer. It seems that today was National Pitch-A-Bitch-Fit Day and nobody saw fit to let me know because we were flooded with call after call of complainer after complainer with shit ranging from forgotten items (which isn't our faunt, although you wouldn't realize it if you heard how they were talking at us) to billing mistakes that seemed to have racked up during July when a guy they all call Squirrel (no, not THAT Squirrel - this 'Squirrel' is nowhere near as cool as the Michigan Squirrel) fucked everything up when they had him working the front desk. Funny how I'm the one who's on duty when all these people decided to synchronize their bitch calls, ne? (not to mention the five or six calls that came in with people wanting to talk to the previous owners). Anywho, I did everything on the list of front desk duties - watered the plants, broke down the breakfast bar (and did the dishes, too), checked people out, checked people in, vacuumed the lobby (around checking a couple of people in), checked on the housekeeping staff twice, etc, etc, etc - then Jerry gets up and starts bitching at me about forgetting to turn off a set of lights. One of the HK staff, a guy named Richard, did a great job. I told Jerry that and Jerry immediately told me that I'm too much of a newbie to know what a good job was (almost immediately following it with a comment about how I can handle this stuff - how can I handleit if I don't know what's good enough or not?) and started bitching about Richard being there afterwards (organizing the HK closets which were a complete disaster area before he did so) and about hours not adding up. I decided that it was a waste of time to tell him about Richard finishing a completely trashed room in the half hour time limit (the rooms usually take only a half hour tops to finish anyways and that room warranted at least an hour to do, but Richard did it in a half hour, so I sent him to lunch when he was done). Laura, the head housekeeper, divided her day between keeping the laundry going, folding said laundry (with the help of Faye, an elderly, over-weight, slow-moving, but pleasant woman), and cleaning the three rooms by the laundry room. Jerry did his usual bitching about having two HK's in the LR and still having two carts of laundry unfolded (one was drying and one was still in the washer). I had to bite my tongue to keep from blowing up at Jerry the way I did at Daniel (which I shouldn't have done anyways, but I'll get to that soon enough) and telling him that bitching at people (and behind their backs) isn't a very good way to get them to WANT to do a good job and that a compliment here and there wouldn't kill him (am I right or am I right?) and also that if he has a problem with these people, he should tell THEM, not ME - telling me doesn't let the people in question know what it is they're doing wrong. I mean, hell! I've only been working there for about a week and a half, maybe two weeks (sometimes it seems like forever), and suddenly I'm in charge of everyone! Yeah, I get that the person at the FD during the shift is the main person in charge and all, but I'm still learning the system and everything! Stop taking my head off for forgetting to do something you only told me about the night before or for things I didn't even know about to begin with, for christ's sake! Daniel and I both have been working our asses off trying to help get things in order - working a lot of unpaid overtime, no less - and bitching at me about a light and some hours supposedly not adding up (as if I were a Time Mage or something and it was all my fault) is NOT very productive. We're doing everything we can - you're not the only one whose job is on the line here - we're all in this together and we'd be more cooperative and productive if you weren't such an ass about things. I understand you don't feel well, but that's something you have to learn to keep to yourself and out of the workplace (yes, that was meant for both Jerry and Daniel).

Now we get to my fight with Daniel (which happened just before my 'talk' with Jerry). When I'm there and I'm not on the clock, but the person at the FD needs to go do something or other, I'll keep an eye on the FD until they get back - I'm considerate that way, y'know? Now, when I was inspecting the rooms with Laura, I kept getting calls and shit and kept having to stop to handle all that stuff and the HK staff couldn't go home until the inspection was done (and I wasn't very good at it - I mean, I had a general idea of what to look for, but I still missed a lot - more proof that I'm still a bit of a trainee myself). Now, when someone else needed to go inspect the rooms and I was there, I'd watch the FD for them so they could get it done and the HK staff could go home - a nice thing to do, right? Does Daniel do that for me? No! It's, "I'm off the clock - it's your desk right now - it's your job!" (part of my explosion was telling him to never ask me to help him again, in response to this). I carried the portable phone with me to catch calls and stuff and when one came in as another complaint, Daniel took over the phone and compromised the computer (not THAT way! Get your mind out of the gutter!) for so long that the person I was trying to help changed his mind about a reservation (we have only one computer to do all this with) and Daniel wouldn't let me go finish inspecting the rooms until I helped the person whose name and number I took so he wouldn't have to wait on the phone forever, which I couldn't do until the computer was free (this will all be fixed if we should ever get another computer for this shit). Then someone called with a kind of help organization thing (helping addicts, abuse victims, etc), but said that the person who the room was for wouldn't have the credit card with them, which is a problem for us. I asked Jerry what to do and he said some vague thing about direct billing and then went outside to smoke, leaving me confused as hell. The woman on the phone was cool, though, and when I couldn't make the computer accept the billing change, she offered to just call the next morning to make sure there was a reservation there at all, which there still is. After I got off the phone with her, I got out the manual-thingy and looked up direct billing. I followed the steps and it still didn't work. I got so stressed and frusterated that I threw the book across the room and burst into tears.

Then my new phone was delivered. I didn't have a money order for it because I wasn't expecting it until tomorrow (the 28th) and when Daniel told me to go to the bank and get one, it was the last straw. I hate it when peole contradict themselves like that. I wasn't allowed to leave the FD, yet here he was telling me to leave the premises - AFTER telling me that he was "off the clock" and all that shit. That's when I exploded. I told the delivery guy to take it back (which he did, unfortunately, so I still have no phone) and cussed Daniel out. Jerry and Laura bore witness to it, too. I didn't care - hell, I still don't. My shift ended, but I didn't know it until an hour after whereupon I clocked out and then Daniel gave me the car keys and I went home. He and I hadn't talked since I blew up. We didn't talk again until just a half hour ago.

Well, we were bound to have a fight sooner or later, it just really sucks that it happened at work. He threatened to fire me and I threatened to quit - we covered all the bases on this one.

I cried in the Blazer for a bit, then went home and cracked open a beer. I called my mom and talked to her for a while. I felt much better after talking to her and dad.

Well, that was my day.

The End... for now

-DAMN

yaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwnnn...

2007-08-19T18:05:37Z

Well, I've finally woken up for the day. Daniel and I had to work yesterday to continue my front desk training, but it didn't work out quite the way we wanted it to. First of all, my first patron/s of the day was/were an Italian couple fresh out of Italy with thick accents - I got a wee bit flustered. After I got them squared away, I sold the last room to the person behind them in line, which freed me up to do other things. Before all of this, however, I had to go upstairs and clean a room that somehow got missed by housekeeping. It didn't take me long to get it done, though, but it was rented before I was finished - luckily the customers were completely understanding and opted to go out for some food before settling in. Why did this fall to me to do? Because out of the six maids scheduled for work yesterday, only three showed up and of those three none of them were trained to use the industrial washer and dryers, and all three of them wanted to get out of work sooner rather than later. So I spend the night (from about 8pm until 1am) folding the laundry while Daniel kept the washer and dryer going. During the night, the washer got a little off-balance during the spin cycle and started thumping like crazy. It was about one minute away from finishing that cycle and all its thumping when the person in the room nextdoor came in to complain about it, so we didn't get to finish, but we HAD made a considerable dent in the ammount of work that had been waiting to be done. Hell, the sheets and towels had been in a small mountainous heap below the laundry chute because no one had even tried to sort anything, all of the clean stuff had been stuffed into carts and left there. *sighs wearily* My back was killing me by the time we called it quits. Daniel and I were supposed to have gotten off work at11:00pm, midnight at the latest, but we continued folding until we couldn't stand up straight. And to top it off, my iPod Shuffle's battery ran out half way through so I couldn't listen to my music while I worked anymore. *pouts* Anywho, we finally got home and both had a beer and played some card games before turning in.

I miss my Jessi-cat.

-DAMN

a link to the follow-up update cuz I'm too lazy to type it all again here.

2007-08-18T17:44:22Z

http://blog.myspace.com/jacq_kelley

Something of an Update...

2007-08-17T06:33:12Z

I started my job today - it was okay and my co-workers are pretty cool.

Daniel and I didn't get the apartment, but we're still looking, so it shouldn't be too long now.

Kinda tired, so I'ma go bed now.

ZZZZZZZZZZZzZzZzZzZzzzzzzzzzzz

It's almost time...

2007-08-10T12:47:33Z

Well, tomorrow's the day. at roughly 8:35am, I will be boarding the train to Chicago (arrival time, noonish), where I will wait for my next train to board and depart at 2:00pm. In those two hours I will (hopefully) be spending time with Natalie (yes, the least favorite sister) and my niece, Isabel, and nephew, Michael. I won't get to see them often after I move, so I wanna see them before. The train ride (a California Zephyr) to Denver will take approximately 18 to 19 hours, which will be more bearable by the fact that I was able to book a sleeper instead of having to sit in an overly-peopled sitting car.

Mom wants me to get my hair done and my perscriptions filled before I go, so Dad's's gonna take me to do all that. I'll try to stop and see Debbie, Suzy, Hayley, and Peyton today, too, then I'll get home, pack what I'm taking with me and put in boxes what's to follow at a later date, then I'll be at 'il Chef at around 8pm, home by 10pm to try to finish packing... *sigh* Well, I'll be sure to post an update soon after I get there.

-DAMN

Just your usual update...

2007-08-02T16:34:57Z

Well, I put in another application at Target - I hope this one pans out because I don't really fancy the idea of moving to Colorado (or wherever Daniel is) without some of my own cash in the bank. *fingers crossed*

The kids are going home on Friday - Mom and Dad are driving them back, leaving Friday morning. That'll give me a couple days of peace before shit happens.

I printed out and distributed some fliers advertising my skills as an Origami junkie - I know it's a long shot, but I have to try. The fliers were good, but not as good as they could be, so I'll be trying to make some better ones, too.

I'm still not sleeping well and it sucks.

-Deus

Removed

2007-07-18T18:08:18Z

Wow. I've been deleted from Adra's friends lists on here AND on MySpace. Oh, boo-hoo! Woe is me! Whatever shall I do?!

...

...

... I mean besides not give a rat's ass - I'm already there.

News flash, Adra - just because YOU fucked up, yet, ANOTHER relationship, doesn't mean that I have to alter my associations accordingly. I can't stand Christine, yet YOU still keep in touch with her, so why should I sever ties with Charlie? I don't have any personal problems with him and would have been more than willing to tell him to back off for you, but, no, you decided to throw a hissy fit at me. It's YOUR issue, NOT mine and I would thank you to grow up and leave me out of your drama. In the end it isn't ME you're hurting - it's you.

More things you may or may not know, not all of which are about me...

2007-07-12T02:54:59Z

1) I have no qualms whatsoever telling kids the truth, no matter what they ask me.

2) Dolls creep me out - action figures are okay, though.

3) I love puzzles - especially jigsaw puzzles with the oddly-cut pieces and weird shapes.

4) Final Fantasy is my third favorite video RPG saga - Chrono Trigger/Cross are second and the Suikoden saga is first.

5) Whoopi Cushions kick ass.

6) I'm not as computer-literate as my mom thinks I am.

7) I still hate people.

8) I was able to comprehend and calculate high school mathematics (in my head) by the time I was in fourth grade.

9) My nose is stuffed up.

10) I have many psuedonyms - you may have heard of a few of them. ^_~

11) I hate poetry.

12) I don't know how anyone can listen to Dave Matthews, Timbaland, or Justin Timberlake.

13) I seek knowledge like a Ravenclaw, accept people's faults like a Hufflepuff, stand my ground like a Gryffindor, and carry grudges like a Slytherin - go figure *rolls eyes*.

14) When I have a dream with a voice-over narration, it's usually Kinuo's voice.

15) Yo quiero intoxico infiermo.

16) 麿勿れ憂懼薨去 , で・ザ由.

17) EGO etiam contemno populus.

18) εγώ μισώ αυτό πότε Adra προσκαλώ εμένα πάνω και τότε ξοδεύω the ολόκληρος ώρα επάνω σε υπολογιστήs.

19) Language has always fascinated me.

20) Latin, Greek, Spanish, and Japanese, not necessarily in that order.

The day after...

2007-07-05T16:39:43Z

Okay, get this: Yesterday (July 4th), we were expecting my Aunt Mary and Uncle Greg to come over and hang out with us. Did they? Yes! Is that all? No. Soon after them arrives, My aunts Penny and Karen, my grandmother Pauline, my cousins Johnny, Joseph, Noah, Gracie, Becky, Carrie, Colin, and Conner, some friends of the family Linda and Mike, and my sister Debbie with her wife Suzy, their kids Hayley and Peyton, and their dog Zoom. Needless to say, we didn't have enough food for everyone, so it was a good thing Mary and Karen brought some with them. And my mom wouldn't wake up when we first told her to (she'd worked the night before and we were trying to get her up at around 2 in the afternoon) and she ended having to get dressed in a hurry when Dad told her that Mary was coming up the driveway and it looked like she had more than Greg with her *rolls eyes*.

Soon after everyone left, I called Daniel to see how he was doing. He got a job doing construction work for a family friend's business and now he wants me to move out there with him. I told him "Not until you have your own place - I'm not dealing with that roommate of yours". Normally, I wouldn't have been all that fussed about the roommate, but this one is a gross old geezer with a rap-sheet a mile long, or something like that. Daniel said he understood my reasons. Well, maybe I should move in with him - I'd be out of here, someplace new. *shrugs* I'd wanna take Andelle with me, though - we could start over together. How about that, Birfday Twinn? *chuckles*

Well, I'm gonna stop rambling now.

-DAMN

Oh, what fun...

2007-07-03T15:23:09Z

Mom made me make brownies for her last night while she was at work and the house STILL stinks to high heaven of them. *sniffsniffle*

My eczema is just about gone - woohoo.

*ah-CHOO!sniffsniffle*

Well, cottonwood season is officially here.
Excuse me whilst I dope myself up on Benadryl.

... grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrbil...

2007-06-28T16:08:15Z

Anywho, I had a doctor's appountment two days ago and Dr. Nacif gave me a perscription for an anti-biotic and eyedrops. Well, it worked. My eye isn't swollen anymore and I don't wake up with it fused shut with pus and discharge. Oh, it was pinkeye, by the way. (Damned cuddly Jessi-cats.) Well, I had a followup appointment for today at 10:10am, which I missed (I wonder why! 10:10 _AM_?!?! I must have been even more out of it than I thought when I made that appointment!), so now I'm going in at 3:30pm instead. *SIGH*

Life sucks, I hate everyone, and I'm bored. I still can't find a job, my sleeping habits are still out of whack, and I'm tired as fuck. I'm out of SweetTarts, we have no Raisin Bran, and I'm not allowed to cuddle my Jessi anymore... ... ... ... ... someone shoot me, please? Right between the eyes would be just fine - I don't want an open-casket funeral anyways... and I don't want any of that stupid God bullshit preached or quoted at it, either. Come to think of it, just strip my carcass nekked and leave it out in the wild for the animals to gobble up - that would be perfect. *sigh*