[fake writing]

I was planning on working on a story I’m going to see if it will turn into a novelette or something. (It’s currently at 4101 words) I got 140 words…yesterday or the day before (I can’t remember, days blend into each other) and haven’t really figured out where I’m going with it.

I looked at the last-updated tag thing and realized it had been 4 months since I worked on it (work, life, stress, forgetting where I was going–this is why I write notes to myself. I can’t keep up with shit). So, 140 words added to it isn’t that bad.

Am I motivated? No. Do I have that weird passion-filled drive to just write and write and write or simply do something? No. Do I have any idea of where I can go with this? Of course not. Will I ever finish anything I start? Hopefully? Maybe?

I originally intended to make this longer and discuss more things, but I need to Do Things, like work on getting the knots out of my hair and take care of the dogs.

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spring is here

Spring is here in Roanoke, which pretty much means that we’re getting 3 seasons in one day (spring, summer, fall) or sporadic showers, which makes outdoor work a bit hard. Jamie’s determined to get things done to make the house look better and implement plans that we’ve been talking about off and on for at least two years.

The hope, overall, is to replace the privacy fencing. Thanks to a certain old-man (Hobbes), we’ve got some spots in the fencing that have become broken. We’ve gotten enough soil to fill in the area where we tore down the studio-thing that was on the property, so we’re hoping to top it off with concrete or something soon. Jamie’s determined to tear up the patio and rebuild it. I’m hoping that if he tears up the patio, we can tear out the back porch and build a new back porch. It’s something that we’ve discussed before and, because Firefly managed to get up under the back porch to chase crickets, it’d be a good idea to make it more…dog-stopping. Or Firefly, Miss Grumpypants, stopping.

So, besides outdoor works:

I’ve been trying to find determination and whatnot to write more (or, well, do anything really). Earlier today, I realized I should really work on that short story that I’m seeing how long I can make it.

I had to use 2 post-it notes to write down everyone’s names because I couldn’t remember whose name went with what description. It made me realize that two of the characters (one just mentioned in passing) only have last names. Ha.

Half an hour and I’ve gotten 140 words in. I still can’t remember exactly where I was intending on going with this whole thing.

It’s probably ridiculous, probably reads really stupidly.

So, so far I’m at just over 4,000 words. (in a way, it seems kind of strange. I used to be able to crank out 4,000 words no problem. Now I take what feels like forever)

I’m also working on laundry and other things in between looking up various names of daemons, annoying the cats, checking on Firefly’s ear.

I kind of want to wander

(first off, when did the wordpress update happen? Everything has been shifted to the right and it’s like 90s Angelfire. Wow this is weird)

I don’t remember when I last updated and…I really don’t want to look. I think it was within the last couple weeks? Maybe? I’m taking a break from re-arranging the craft room, so I figured it’d be good to go ahead and update on life, my little universe, and whatnot.

+ I told one of our regulars, and one of my minions, that if they want to adopt Dunk (I had to take him back to RCACP. I feel awful about it, but a whole lot of things happened at once and…yeah, that’s all I’m saying), I would pay for his adoption fee.  The customer was empathetic and the minion was like “Dude, I almost adopted that dog!” (I’m still trying to convince her to adopt him to go with the “teeny tiny” dog she…purchased. The customer and I gave her a ton of shit for buying a mutt. Look, if you’re going for working-breed for working or show dog, I’m more understanding of you buying your dog because of the whole *hand wave* thing. But, seriously, there is no reason why you need to buy a dog. There’s a dumb dog who will love you forever at your local shelter who is a perfect match for you)

+ Coworker M decided to quit while I was on vacation. My guess is that because Screechypants didn’t have me to dump all her anger/rage/stress/freakouts on me and went to him because Coworker C doesn’t take shit from anyone and will tell you to your face. Screechypants also likes Coworker C.

Now, I’m under the impression that Screechypants is, while over-stressing herself out this week, is consciously trying to be nice to me because I am the only idiot who can do the dayshift because Coworker C has changed her availability because she (Coworker C) can’t stand The Poodle.

+ Did I ever mention The Poodle? I know I’ve mentioned her on tumblr, but I can’t remember if I mentioned her here. So: The Poodle is a new-hire for a separate department but also a backup for my department (yay retail). She reminds me of a poodle–specifically, she reminds me of the toy poodle I had in my teens (all bark, no bite, loud as fuck, foofy, no concept of personal space). She also has the same feathery hairstyle my mom had in the early 90s. It’s…odd, but I’m able to use previous training (theatre class, retail work, etc) to work around her.

+ Coworker C and The Poodle clash like two five year olds trying to beat the hell out of each other over the last crayon. I try to stay out of it. I don’t need more stress in my life.

+ Thanks to Coworker C changing her schedule and Coworker M saying “fuck this, I’m out,” I’m now dayshift during the week and…it’s really weird. It’s been a long time since I’ve been dayshift (granted, I’m the closer on the weekends, but whatever). Now I have to learn one of the machines that I’ve been happily able to avoid, for the most part, since I started at Store. This also means that I’m going to actually have to remember one of the Vendor’s names (because of the machine). I’ve got two weeks to learn because Coworker J, who’s been training The Poodle, is leaving. Every time I go to watch him work with this machine, shit hits the fan.

Yesterday:

I had an asshole make one of my minions cry.

If I hadn’t been on the clock, I would’ve grabbed him by his shirt collar and dragged him out of the store (can you imagine? 5’2″ teeny tiny Manders dragging a man, who’s old enough to be my grandfather, that is almost 6′ by his jacket or shirt) because you don’t make my minions cry, you fucking bastard. I also would’ve smacked him upside his head for being a lying asshole.

However.

I was on the clock. It happened to be at a slow point where I was actually partially-watching the same minion ring the guy up. I recognized the guy as the same guy who kept giving me dirty looks the other day because he was going to steal something and I was in the way. I watched her ask for the receipt back and pull her phone out before she asked for me to come over. I was pretty close, but not close enough to hear the beginning of the “conversation.”

She is trying to tell me that she messed up and the guy cuts her off, demanding a manager. Smiling, being cheerful, I say that’s me! The guy decides to loom down at me (don’t loom over me. I know I’m short and it just proves you’re a dickwagon) and demands to speak. with. the. manager. I deadpan and wave “Yeah, hi. That’s me.”

(seriously. If you ask to speak with the manager, I’ll be super nice the first time. Demand to speak with the manager again and I won’t be nice when I have to repeat myself. I’ll be polite, because I’m paid to be, but I won’t be nice about it if I know for a fact you heard me the first time)

The guy sticks his finger in my face and tells me that she (my minion) short changed him. She tells me what happened, and he cuts her off to say that she was on her phone talking to someone. She answered a phone call and that’s why she messed up. My minion is getting flustered and loudly states that he’s lying. I realize that my minion has never encountered something like this and I can’t show emotion, my thoughts are going “fuck.” I tried to reassure my minion that I had seen most of the transaction.

The guy changes his story to how she short changed him because she was “too busy texting” and she cuts him off to show her phone to me, again, saying that she was using her calculator. I told her to go help a customer who was waiting patiently while I’m watching her face flush and tears fill her eyes, I tell her that I’m going to count the drawer to make sure everything’s ok. I walk away to grab the clip board and I hear “You Need JESUS!” come out of her.

I can’t repremand her over this, I can’t talk to her about this with the customer right there. I come back, she threatens to walk out, point her to the customer, and call for The Poodle to come help because we’re getting people. The guy is confused over what’s going on, so he decides to loom over me again. He tells me that he has never. in his life. ever. had to deal with someone on their phone. He switches up his story, while telling it, stating that she was answering a phone call and then “poking on her phone to answer people” and that’s why she messed up.

The buttons on the register are easy to mess up. I’ve done it, she’s done it, minions who have been with the Company for years have done it. Accidents happen. I open the register and then he realizes, after I’ve told him twice I’m going to count the drawer, that I’m going to count the till. He demands to know if I have to “count all of that?!” and I explain that if he’s missing money, I have to to make sure that he gets all of his money back. He scoffs “To hell with that bullshit” and tells me that she “short changed” him $5. He tells me that he got his $5 and he “just wanted the manager to know” that she screwed up because she “was too busy playing on that phone.” I told him, I had seen most of the transaction. I had seen when she asked for his receipt and then pulled out her phone to double check the math.

Behind him, The Poodle is trying to get the minion to calm down, saying things like “deep breath” and whatnot.

She was able to calm down after a while and I really wanted to kick the guy in the kneecaps.

The only thing I can figure is that he was able to get under her skin (she’s got non-work related things going on and all I know is that she’s stressed out). He tried to get under my skin by being a jackass, but lol. Try again ding dong. I’ve worked in retail too godsdamned long to get upset over repeated badgering. Looming over me does nothing. I know I’m short, I’ve known I was short since I was little, and public schools do a lot better job of fucking with you over height than some greasy asshole trying to wheedle more money out of a register.

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+ I finished the Adam Nevill book (The Ritual). It was weird. Now I’m reading Joe Hill’s The Fireman and I forgot that I had read the first chapter, so that took a moment. I’m on Part 3, so I’m only at 26%. I’m at that point where I’m like I want to find out what happens next but I want to read something else because I kind of don’t want to know what happens next. It’s a weird thing that happens to me every so often.

+ I started to re-read Small Gods by Sir Pterry and I’m working my way through Raven’s Gate by Anthony Horowitz, which is…odd.

+ We bought an inflatable collar for Uggs (he has twitchy kitty). He is currently thrilled that I have taken it off of him.

I have also found that the sound of him licking the collar makes the same damned sound as him licking a normal e-collar. I can’t win.

+ Jamie, in a fit of manic energy, decided that he was going to bring all the totes of craft supplies up from the basement and into my craft room. The craft room was clean before this.

So, five totes showed up, along with little boxes of things, and somehow his little fabric organizer thingy that he bought for his office found its way in my craft room. I’ve moved the one tote of decorations into the kitchen, to get it out of the way for now, and emptied two totes. One tote is in the closet under the yarn holders, and I think I have more. I can’t remember. I took a small break.

+ The overall goal is to get the craft room done enough to where I can get my rollie chair back into the craft room and use the drafting table for comics/writing.

staycation

The original intention for this week was to: go up to Philadelphia, hit up Eastern State Penitentiary and the Mutter Museum before going to the NoSleep Live show. Then head to Gettysburg and eventually meander our way back down home with stops at the aquarium and the Smithsonian.

With life and everything else (and our teeny tiny car having so many issues), we were unable to do this. I am sad. I wanted to meet Peter Lewis and David Ault. So, I offered the little day trip of tromping through the woods to Bunnyman Bridge or driving to Point Pleasant (point pleasant is approximately 4 hours away, Bunnyman Bridge is only a slightly shorter distance, theoretically, from here).

We did neither of these things.

We did, however, go out into public and have lunch. I realized that I was beginning to come down with something because it tasted weird. And we spent $40 in bulk dog treats at PetCo. (we also spent like $30, over the course of a couple days, trying to win toys from the quarter claw machine).

Jamie and I have spent time cleaning the house and trying to reorganize a bit. He finished fixing up his now-office (formerly the dog room), somehow the craft room has managed to slowly ooze into a large mess, and the garage looks pretty well. We got the solar light thing that Fred got for the garage up and Jamie moved all his weight things into the garage.

I finished reading The Ritual by Adam Nevill. Interesting book, kind of weird when part 2 hits, and doesn’t have a nice ending–which I find to be a relief. (it really is: you’re stuck in the woods being picked off by something hunting you only to survive and be kidnapped by a Norwegian Death Metal band who’ve taken over a little old lady’s house. The little old lady keeps partially reanimated mummies in her attic)

The Tsum Tsum game released its new event on the 6th. I am on Card 5 of 6 already, gotten the Mad Hatter (animated version), the March Hare (twice), King Triton, Mater, and the Cheshire. The Cheshire doesn’t have any “extra” on the event, nor does the March Hare. It’s been fun to play and I realize that while I am terrible at getting the specified bubbles the game wants, I am also terrible at getting high enough XP to “clear” the level. I find it all pretty funny.

it’s cold

Wednesday, the weather was fairly nice. It was warm, we had a light breeze, and then I answered a call at work from the City letting me know that both City and County schools would release 2 hours early due to an “incoming storm.”

I’m under the impression that all the pampered idiots I went to school with are in charge of the school system now (or have lost all concept of what it was like in school now that their kid(s) are in the same system). Because I remember the same kind of storm happening and none of us got out of school early.

Buckets of rain torrented down, Manager Dib and Coworker J had to man the doors because rain was going sideways from the excessive wind and blowing inside the building. New maintenance guy attempted to mop up the water, only to move it around and make it worse. It was kind of hilarious.

It’s been cold the past two days and makes me a bit sad. The weather was starting to warm up (not significantly, but enough), but I think it’s the wind that’s doing it. The wind’s still pretty up and last night the neighbor’s dog decided to be extra derpy and just bark at leaves moving for twenty minutes. She’s a cute dog, it was just kind of hilarious.

Yesterday, the goal was to clean, but we’ve somehow managed to lose the dust pan (it was just there). I went to go check on laundry and slid down the steps. Now my feet and knee hurt. I had to give up for the night, so soon I will have to get up again and start working on cleaning up the house again.

The goal is to meet up with my aunt and we’ll either be doing dinner/movie at her house or dinner/movie at our house. Hanging out, catching up, maybe meeting the squishy-headed puppy. I read that Jupiter Ascending is just one big clusterfuck of a film, and I kind of want to find it so we can watch it and MST3K it.