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Inside the Head of the Otaku
Sunday, April 03, 2005:
Two posts in the space of week, I should really cut this out. I may get to like it. ;P
*sighs* I wish I could say I was hopping on again so soon because I had great news, but no such luck. April Fool's Day laid one hell of a cosmic joke on the boss lady. She just came off a week long jury trial, and was looking forward to catching up on her work a bit then going home to sleep. Just had to get a couple hearings out of the way, none of which went well.
Bad.
I could tell she was winding up to go when we get a panicked call from the ex-secretary saying her son is holed up at his ex-girlfriend's house shooting people. At which point she immediately starts trying to run damage control. Although there's only so much she can do given he'd been threatening said ex for a while.
Worse.
A short while later comes the call one of her best friends from college has passed away.
Worst.
So of course she's stressed, and when she's stressed I'm stressed. I normally engage in retial therapy, but with Spring Break coming up I had to buy some extra groceries, not to mention re-up the cell phone, pay for the rent on the laptop (since evil Dell STILL hasn't got me my replacement part for my desktop), and get a box of contacts. (vision is a neccesity).
Now I'm broke, and the only one that got anything fun is my son who now has the GBA link cable he wanted and some cards for his E-reader. *sighs* At least I get to play old skool Donkey Kong once he's in bed.
Some mindless barrel smashing might be just the ticket to brighten my mood.
Daydreamer...
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Casual // 1:31 AM
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Wednesday, March 30, 2005:
*sniffles* Forgive me, allergy/cold has sunk it's teeth in and started to shake. No fun, no fun at all I tells ya.
Well...at least it hasn't been a year since my last post. I know, I know...CO is a bad bad otaku. She not post in ages. Not since very frustrating attempt at switching to livejournal.
Heh. Anyways, got the urge to drop in, let anyone who might be out there watching know I'm still alove and haning in there. Still no new news. I still work for the cuz, though I'm getting a lot better at it than I used to be. Shouting is back to family matters for the most part.
Sad news of the year is that two of my aunts passed away since my last entry. My Aunt Ruth, who raised me like one of her own when my Mom left, and my Aunt Mary, who I knew somewhat, but not enough to be devasted like I was with Aunt Ruth. Walked around in a fog over her for at least a week.
I had only visited her a few hours before her passing in the hospital, and while she was in a bad way, it wasn't so bad that I didn't expect to see her again. I suppose though...I should be glad I got to say good-bye. Even if she aggravated me at times, I loved her dearly.
I just keep hoping that my Dad isn't next in line. Lord knows he's living by the grace of God at this point with the say he drinks and eats all foods fried. Best be glad he eats like a bird and has an addiction to hot sauce or those arteries would be as brittle as PVC dipped in liquid nitrogen.
Not that I can talk much, but at least I get out once in a while and hit the DDR pad a few times a week. Man I wish they had 'Butterfly' on a US release.
Casual // 12:34 AM
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Tuesday, July 06, 2004:
Nothing like a trip to quizzilla to add some filler.
Childbirth? Whoa have they got me wrong! One was enough, thanks.
Casual // 1:49 AM
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Wednesday, June 16, 2004:
Back again, though I'm not sure why. It was just another stress filled day, where I once again proved that I just don't think the way the boss lady does. Case in point...she calls me up this morning to find a file. I find said file, she tells me too look for a piece of paper. I start looking for said paper, and while I am she tells me it's a phone number. At which point I can tell her that the company she's looking for has already called and left a number.
She was upset that I did not tell her immediately the company had called. I countered that I was trying to find what she told me to first, but when she said it was a number I let her know they'd called and left said number. In my thinking, it was right to tell her about the call when she asked for the number, or at the end of the call. To her I should have said it as soon as I knew the client name.
I say both views are valid. But she was livid all day. I really don't think it was worth all that stress when I told her the number. But no...once again I spent 30 minutes being fussed at over something that was resolved in 30 seconds. Now if THAT isn't a glaring example of wasting time (her biggest pet peeve). What is?
Well, that's enough about my so called life for tonight. EYGC should be starting soon and I'm eager to get my yaoi fix. It just soothes after a hard day like you wouldn't beleive. Later!
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Day, Dawn, Night...What about EVENING Of The Dead? Huh?
Casual // 10:44 PM
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Friday, May 14, 2004:
Whoa baby...leave the site for a bit and look how things change.
Well at least in terms of how I post to this bad boy. Anyway...life is pretty much on it's usual dull path. I'm still working for the cuz, although we drive each other crazy on a daily basis. I have a whole new respect for secretaries. I don't know how they keep it all straight.
Guess it's not a job for a drone. And yes folks, I can freely admit I'm a drone. If I'm told what to say and when to say it, or what to do and when to do it I'll do just fine. Hell I'll do great, but throw me a curveball and I'll miss everytime.
Sad, huh?
Hopefully I'll have a bit of a break soon. Boss lady is off to Paris, and I'm hoping I'll get to laze about home, catch up on all the housekeeping and gorge myself on video games and net time. In her typical manner, she's procrastinating on telling me just what the fuck is going to go down, but meh, that's normal.
On a sad note, my aunt Mae passed away last week. We went to the funeral on Monday, or I went to part of it. I had to jump out of the car as the funeral procession went by our house so I could get my son off the school bus. I suppose it's convient in some ways to live up the road from a cemetary. Long as you don't mind the chills you get when you pass through it from time to time.
It's not an all the time thing, oddly enough. And it's not related to day or night. Guess every now and then a restless spirit decides to hit my aura, third eye, whatever...so I notice. Not the easiest task.
Well, with all that said I do believe I'll move on. I got my little check and we need food, so I'm off to make myself broke. Ja!
Casual // 7:20 PM
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Monday, February 23, 2004:
Ahh, been a while...hasn't it? Well nothing much has changed. I still work for the cousin, still don't know where my money disappears so fast, and things just aren't the same over at WOI (White Oaks Inne). I'm trying my best not to loose any friends over that whole incident. I love all the girls (and guy) that frequented it, and I'd hate to loose any of them over what happened.
Guess this is one of those times it's best just to keep in on the downlow. Don't mention it any more than absolutely neccessary and just press forward, trying to enjoy the time I have now.
Dad is being a jerk as usual. He spent about a week shouting at me everytime I came home with a hamburger or opened a can of soup about "What is Zach going to eat for the rest of the month?" like we were really short of food. So, payday comes and I spend $80 on groceries, juice, chicken, soup, beef, you name it, and do I get a thank you? No, I get "Why did you waste money on food Zach won't eat? You have bills to pay." Now if that's what he wanted why was he bitching about food? I swear I can't win with that man. But he's programmed me to have no confidence in myself, and even though I realize it, I still find myself falling into the pattern of behaving like what he says is true.
I didn't realize it until boss lady (also my cousin) was giving me the dress down for sending out some paperwork to the wrong court. (Big no-no, had to run to the post office and beg them to let me look before it went out, managed to do it too...:-D) Anyway, while she's doing it, over and over in my head I hear a little voice saying "Oh my god, I'm going to get fired" She notices the look on my face and asks why I look like I'm about to cry instead of just looking like I'm sorry for mucking up. I'm afraid to tell her, but get it out anyway, and she laughs for a moment and tells me she'd make me do something 5000 times before she fires me because she wants me to get the skills to move on to bigger and better things. It was a bit of a wake-up call. I just hope I can keep it focused and do just that, move on to bigger and better things. At least my own place.
Just gotta learn how to spend my money more effectively. Anyone got suggestions on that? I know people live on what I make, but damned if I know how.
Oh well, the printer finally decided to quit spitting out garbage characters so I'd best get back to work. I'll check you guys later!
Casual // 1:37 PM
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Sunday, January 04, 2004:
Ahh, a new year.
I hope you've all had a great start. If you're reading this then it must not be too bad, right? You're alive, healthy enough to use a computer...hell...you have access to a computer with the net.
Anyway...I don't have much to discuss.
White Oaks Inne went through some troubled times. Ones the people involved I'm sure know well. I really do hate delivering bad news to anyone. Makes me feel like a heel for bringing them down, but some things just need to be said.
At any rate...it looks like it may just weather the storm. I'll have to see what happens at the other one. Yes there is another RP out there, but if you couldn't guess, it's very existence hurt Mish of WOI. I hope it all works out. I really do love all my net friends, and not matter what Mish says, I can split my loyalty the same way I can split my love.
All I need to do I keep them seperate. WOI business is WOI business, and FI buisness is FI buisness, never twixst the two shall twine. (Okay, so that didn't make a lick of sense, but whatever).
Well then, that's enough out of me. I'm tired, I'm sore, and I'm out of Pepsi. It's time for me to take my leave and find a spot to get comfy.
Casual // 5:50 AM
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