Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Maybe you know: Back in Nov 05, I dislocated/knocked out of wack my jaw, and I've since learned it's because of my AS; the TMJ joint is often affected. Since, it's very painful and wobbly when I've been talking too much, whenever it's cold, or just for the heck of it, when my back feels like acting up too. It likes to give me migranes, throbs, or when it's super painful, make me sick to my stomach.
But over time you learn to suck things up. I sure have. It drives me nuts when coworkers complain: "I broke my nail, oweee," or "dude, do you have some Advil? I just think I need some." I got over the gulping Advil days long ago. I just learn to live with pain. I don't complain. And don't want to be seen as it either, so I don't ever mention it. People really need to suck it up.
5:23pm today, Joan (the photo manager) comes over to me. "Hey, how's it going? You look like you've had enough for today." She's darn right. I reply "I'll be ok if you don't mention a PC Master Card to me."
Once again, it's the nearly routine "essy refuses to say 'Will that be on your P.C. Master Card today?' thingy."
I've really been trying to watch my motives here: Am I just being a bonehead? Am I trying to get out of something for the heck of it? Do I have a legitimate reason? So I asked my mom: after 19 years, she knows what a stubborn bonehead I can be. And she agrees with me that I do have a point. I guess she'd also know about having to live with me after I come home from work, migrane, sick and all from pain, and not being able to eat.
The whole thing is, my supervisor, once again, is hounding me... essy is a supervisor, she should set a good example. Boss: "'essy', you've got to start saying the PC Master Card thing." Me: "Mm." Boss: "Are you going to?" Me: "Maybe." Boss: "Do you want me to reprimand you or get "boss 2" to talk to you?" Me: "Not really." I'm not trying to be a smart ass, but I'm also trying not to make a big deal out of it. I'm not going to promise something if I'm not going to follow through with it. I tried to explain at one time why I don't, but she didn't really get it. Bluntly, it's either don't do it, or else go home feeling sick on a regular basis. It's an extra several thousand words a day that customers don't care to hear anyways. You either have the card, or you don't. But now I have a reputation: "the one who's being stubborn and won't say the PC Master Card thingy," and now way more than just my supervisor are bugging me about why I won't.
I appreciate the fact she told me the next time we're getting audited (this week), so I'll try for her so we won't fail, again. But I shudder. Why put myself into the known outcome condition if I don't have to? I don't know what else to do at this point. Get my doctor or therapist to write a letter saying "no, 'essy' is not making this up" (as if I would), which I'd rather not do, and it might just aggrivate the situation? Why can't they take my word for it? Do I really want to work for a company like that anyways?
I think my point is, I'm trying to make you dizzy. Anyway, I'm tired and my nose is running, I'm tired of listening to music, and I just remembered I have to get up for an early physio appointment, and I need to be more responsible and go to bed... bye.
I just came across this again. I made it like, 3 years ago, I'm thinking. And I still like it as much as I did the day I made it. Because I still dislike little stupid dogs as much as I did the day I made it.
In case you've never seen a Euro before, take a look. Now you have. I don't know what I'll do with it. Not lose it, since I never lose stuff. But it's kind of cool.
Yesterday my friend Candice and I went snowboarding. This was my first time; I was sick of skiing and wanted to learn something harder. And yes, I know I usually take pictures of anything interesting or even half interesting, or even not at all interesting, under the sun. But if you wanted to see essy falling on her butt, tough. 1st time down the hill: If you can call it going down it. I could hardly even balance on the thing. I spent alot of time on my butt. 2nd time down the hill: I can actually sort of balance on it. 3rd time down the hill: I only fall twice. 4th time down the hill: I don't fall at all. 5th to the end: I gradually begin to lose it as it gets colder, icier, and I, tireder. Then came the rope pull. I have major issues trying to "hop" over to it, and while I start out with the bar behind me, pushing me up, I slip halfway up, and end up hanging onto the bar for dear life the rest of the way. My butt is not at all sore from falling so much, but my arms certainly are from being dragged up like that several times.
After we've been at this for a couple hours, I'm feeling like I could use some fuel to keep going, as I had only gotten mom to go through the A&W drive-thru for a burger on the way through town. There's just one problem: I'm out of cash and there's no ATM. As Candice has her own board, she wasn't sure how much rental was and told me 20. It ended up being 30, and as I rarely carry cash in the first place, this really cleaned me out. So we ended up calling her parents (who had dropped us off) to bring over some food. It was either that, or I'd probably do my embarrassing fainting thing... But it was all good and I enjoyed trying to learn it.
After all this, the younger sis talked me into buying a 10 gallon fish tank so our 3 guppies would have more room, which is somewhat reasonable, I guess. So we did that and then ended up buying 3 more guppies, 2 tiger barbs and a mollie. While I was at work today one tiger barb committed suicide by jumping out of the ice cream pail we had them in (while the aquarium was still "setting") so I stopped at the local store and got another one to replace it and another mollie, because they're so sociable.
Okey, so if essy thinks that everything at the Golden Globe Awards was so trashy, what would essy wear that "has taste"? Well, I'm glad you asked. Buckle up for probably the girliest post you've seen thus far, or will see for a long time hence. I used to draw things like this all the time years ago, but haven't for ages. But I love textures, colours and reasoning out how some things could be constructed. Although you probably wouldn't have guessed that on your own. And it's not that essy will ever need to go to such awards, but I'm talking formal in general.
In case you didn't know, sewing is a side passion for me and probably always will be, and fyi, any of these, I could put together, bah.
This one I think would also look good with an almost lime green instead of golden, or with a greyish/ silverish main dress with a dusty rose inset.
This one could also be done in beige with a gold braid.
If one were more bold, you could do this in red with black for the sleeves and the bottom.
Okey, enough of that here....
On a side note, I've learned that we only have to put up with our assistant manager for another 4 weeksish before he's off to elly's fair community. There is great joy there. Some days we get along fine. Others, like tonight, he should get more than 2 minutes for being annoying.
Firstly, he makes fun of me for not being able to lift as much as fast as the guys (hello? I do very well for being half their size and decrepit to boot.), then takes off for a 3x the proper length coffee break, gives me heck because someone returned something he doesn't think we carry (I drag him over to the rather large display of the product.), runs outside without telling anyone to chat with his girlfriend for who knows how long, blabs more than works and then yells at me across the store to come help when I leave because, number one, he's annoying and so are the grocery guys on staff who would rather cut themselves with knives and, number two, I've been sick the last couple days and don't feel like lifting more stock.
So cashier G and cashier K and I have "safety class" and read our "proper scanning procedure" books, learning what all unsafe things we do all the time (dude, what's a "power grip"?), basically to annoy him. And wonder at the absurdity of it that cashier G has been there longer than manager L, (So have I for that matter) and yet he's "boss". Anyway, manager L tells me, after I make my point, and then give in and go help with stock anyway, that I shouldn't mouth off at superiors like that in front of customers. *cough* Give me no respect? I won't give you much more. Besides, the cashiers let me know they're on my side as witnesses that he deserved it. Actually, all this probably fits into the category of hilarious. So he's a pain; We were killing ourselves laughing about it. It's all mostly good fun and a big gas at work, whee.
Anyway, my CD is over, and I must be at work at 9, so I'm off. Take care all.
One of those days where; You barely make it through yet another work shift, and then wonder how you're going to drive yourself home. Wonder if maybe you should have called in sick. Everyone else does for anything, but no, you never, ever, do. Confirm what you suspected all along; you are a dumb ass. Want to eat more than just jello for supper. Want to prove you can do more, better, but you know you don't have it in you. Want to sleep soundly. Wish to get away, for a nice, extended break. From anything usual. But where? You just don't look forward to a life of all this pain, dumbness and broken dreams and desires... you can't take it.
How is it that all these people have nearly unlimited moola to spend on their appearance and yet all look so trashy? I swear, give me 200 and put me in a fabric store and then give me 40 to go to a small town hair salon, and I'd sew up a gown that has a whole lot more class than all them put together. And it's not because essy happens to be overly sophistocated or anything, for I'm not, it's just no one has any good taste anymore, really... if they ever did in the first place. I think you lose it the minute you become famous. But I digress...
The probability of choosing at random... those questions are driving me nuts.
But I am liking driving the Ranger, which, as long as I remember to put in gas (always helpful) is pretty much my new personal wheels now, as dad gets a new work truck with his new job.
It's Wednesday already? Where the heck is time going?
I was thinking about back on our trip to Calgary, how gross those Sour Cream and Bacon chips were and how we had to throw them out to avoid getting sick.
I was also thinking about how I'm getting to like Chili Peppers. Yeh, thanks to crazy Lindsey.
"When will I know that I really can't go To the well once more - time to decide on Well it's killing me, when will I really see, all that I need to look inside Come to belive that I better not leave before I get my chance to ride Well it's killing me, what do I really need - all that I need to look inside
Hey oh... listen what I say oh Come back and hey oh, look at what I say oh
The more I see the less I know The more I like to let it go - hey oh, woah.. People need the cover of another perfect wonder where it's so white as snow Finally divided by a word so undecided and there's nowhere to go;"
And that's about all thats even randomly partially interesting right now, I think...
I found this a while back, and for any I haven't happened to show it to yet, behold. It's pretty great.
And for any who haven't watched the news, the weather channel, anything informative, or who don't know or care, there was a big blizzard here, Wednesday. As another coworker, for obvious reasons, couldn't make it into town, I got called in, and that shift hands down, wins for the slowest shift ever. It was fun enough, as my boss and I just did stock all day, but man, was it dead. The town has moblized by now though.
Anyway, that's about it from my snowy corner. I'm hitting the sack, as I'm psyching myself for going into work early tomorrow, as certain people messed up certain things having to do with money, and I need to figure it out before my Saturday close. This, along with the fact that it will be crazy busy as there's a basketball tournament in town, will make for an interesting day in the life of out favourite cashier supervisor. Adios...
So this wasn't going to be an overly funny video. It's just Tux chasing something that sis is tossing. However, when playing it back, I found that my cat can do a disappearing act.
This is so cheesy, but sometimes I need to remember it.
"Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples up top think something is wrong with them when in reality they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree."
I'm going to bed early tonight. I'm sick of being sick. And I've got a heck of alot to get done tomorrow.
I finished my last 2 finals on the 20th and 21st, over the holidays, we went to see family in Regina for a whole 3 days (all I could get off work), we acted weird around home alot, went to a church service for NYE, which was rather boring, so we came home before midnight and then cracked open a bottle of sparkling juice (Our, ahem, conservative style of champagne without it being champagne, you see) for the new year, and that's it in a small nutshell.
So with the winter, comes depression of sorts, it seems at work. Last year I found it came earlier. This year it waited til after Christmas. But it's close to here nonetheless. By this I basically mean people get crabby and irritable, don't really think about what they say to eachother, and we're all over-tired. On a side note, I dropped off a resume for a new job today. I've no clue if I'll even get called for an interview for it, even though I'm sure I'd be qualified; being under 20 is a strike against me. But it never hurts to try. We'll see.
The following, as if you couldn't tell, are some assorted recent pictures, and now I'm off to la la land. I do have to be at work by 9...
