flowing along

Apparently I have a couple of drafts that I didn’t “finish” and hit “post” on that would describe the last 2 weeks. *shrug* Oh well.

Basically: the last two weeks have been weird. Fucking stressful. But weird and to the point where, somehow, while I’ve been running my ass off, I have become the Voice Of Reason to my coworkers.

Work:: Or, I am going to blather on about work. I’m going to try to remember to bold the areas that I’m going to talk about.

Work is fucking crazy. HeadBoss has decided that NOW Is the TIME that we get 6 mods/modulars/planograms/whatever-your-company-calls-them done. With 1 to 3 stockers and 1 ASM (Screechypants) to do them.

It makes no sense. We have Inventory on Monday and now she’s decided that the mods that were due earlier in the month (or last month, or are due next month) need to be done Right Now.

One of the newer guys got a Department Manager position, so there went the extra walkie we had (we’re supposed to have 4: one for the accounting department, because they’re trained to be our backup if it gets busy; one for maintenance, because one of out maintenance guys is 80-something and I, personally, am afraid that one day he’s going to fall out in the store; and two for us.). So now, I’m down to My Walkie (the walkie for my department that gets handed over to the next person) and Accounting’s Walkie. This is not the first time someone has stolen the extra walkie. One of the guys found one in a jacket that hasn’t been worn in months in the breakroom.

Sunday was Easter. People were amazed that we were open (I had one person call on Saturday asking if we’d be open). Some people were shocked that we would work on “such a holy day.”

Anyone who said this to me got the response: “It doesn’t bother me. My holiday was a couple weeks ago.” Or: “I work every holiday, it’s just another day to me.”

Yesterday, Screechypants, on the verge of a stress-induced screamfest (I swear, one day she’s going to give herself an aneurysm), made a ton of stuff 25cents and 10cents. I spent almost the entire shift running back and forth, manually overriding all this Easter stuff (egg dyes, basket fillers, baskets, candy, pre-made baskets, plastic eggs).

I got to the point where I looked at her and went: “I am so tired, but I’m wide awake. It’s a good thing I took a Sprint this morning.”

My body was tired, but my mind was wired. (I had a Kickstart, a Sprint, and a headache pill. I was ready to gogogo despite my body  begging me to sit down)

I also got my Evaluation yesterday. It boiled down to: I am fucking awesome but I’m messy and scatterbrained, but I’m getting better about being messy and scatterbrained.

My write up ends up being: Needs Improvement. But hell, I love Needs Improvement. I would rather have that than a full Solid, Yo, because that means I can’t learn anything else. Needs Improvement means: open to new ideas, to work with wiggle room, find better ways to make things even more awesome.

Also, I bought a bunch of plastic eggs I didn’t need. They’re sparkly.

Oh! In the morning, I found Poodle looking down at my notebook. She’s used to seeing my notes for Minions (when they come in, breaks, what needs to be done, etc) so was really confused on my notes about a concept on non-humans.

I ended up telling her, and one of my minions, that I use notes to myself because I write about work. I continued with: I use the term “Store” to describe where I work, because it’s easier. It’s not imaginative, but it works. Minion nodded and Poodle kind of smiled (she had a massive migraine the day before and was still trying to recover). I continued with I have nicknames for some people. I said: Y’all are my “minions,” and I have other names.

Minion asked if she had a nickname and I told her no because I didn’t think I’d written much about her. She asked for a nickname because she thought it was hilarious. Poodle asked if she had one and I said “Yeah, I call you Poodle because you’re foofy and remind me of a poodle I had.”

Poodle laughed and laughed. She said she loved the nickname and loved that it’s mainly because she’s foofy.

They asked if anyone else had nicknames. I mentioned a couple and they laughed even harder. Poodle said that now she knows what I call Screechypants her nickname she’s going to just laugh every time she sees her. (screechypants being called as such because for like two weeks straight she screeched at me almost non-stop. I feel kinda bad for calling her this online because things have gotten better between us and I can see why she’s getting screechy/stressed and I’m trying to help, but still)

Art:: (now to talk about artsy fartsy things. This is a wide window, but might be short, I don’t know)

So! Art!

I am so terrible at art.

I found my…giant folder (made of pressboard and duct tape! $3-$8 of materials:: cheaper than a Real Art Folder and has lasted since 2006 so booyah motherfucker). I want to open it and put some of my arts on the walls. But I’m also kind of afraid of what I’ll find.

I know I’ll find the partially-finished peice of work that I was attempting to do for a school project (college project) of Jamie Madrox and Monoxide Child (aka: Twiztid! Woo!). I never finished it. The professor thought it was neat, but ambitious. He was right, I never finished it and somehow still managed to pass the class (I have no idea what my grades were)

I’ve got a couple peices I did set up in the craft room. The Traveler (done in middle school) and The Daemon (done in high school) are tacked up there. A few of my peices ended up molding, which is weird, but I’m cool with it. Sometimes art is meant to be trashed.

I worked on the comics that I want to post a couple weeks ago. They’re currently buried under a Dalek poster (that the dogs hit and broke the frame somehow), tupperware containers that Jamie can’t use (but I can! because: teeny stuffs need homes), and various papers.

One day I’ll post this shit. I want to. I’m just not…organized, ambitious, etc. *shrug*

I did start working on the baby blanket I promised someone would be done in January (as that was when the baby was due) and I’ve been having fun with that. The baby blanket should, in theory, should be 180 rows. I am currently at 80 rows finished.

I’d decided that, while the parents love the colour green, there should be stripes of colour. So, I’d planned on each colour being 10 rows, therefore each colour block would be able to help me out in keeping track on what it is. It’s great in theory.

I am at 80 rows. 10 rows of each colour. I have yet to repeat a colour.

I had no idea I had this many greens.

The downside is: I want to make Jamie take me to AC Moore to search through their $1-skein bin and see if I can find more greens.

Writing:: (woooo)

I’ve been attempting to recover a flash drive that has a chunk of my writing. (and other more important paperworky things) It has the dark-ride story on it somehwere.


The two stories I’m going back and forth on while on the PC have…not gotten far.

The one I want to saunter into novelette form is at a halt. I haven’t been back to it for a few weeks or so (I don’t know anymore). I was able to get about 400 words in it and then realized that I needed to make a note as to who was who. During the writing, because I wanted to introduce another person and didn’t want them to be someone I’d already mentioned, I realized that 2 of the characters only had last names (because they’re notated as Mr-so-n-so). It’s been weird and hilarious.

The other story I’ve been “working” on has come to a halt. I’m past the notes I made while at work and it’s veered vastly off the course of my intentions, which I find really neat. It’s just…I don’t know what to do next.

Instead of working on the stories that I need to work on. I’ve been jotting down little notes for other stories and reading writing prompts and scrolling through Tumblr.

Everyone is way more motivated than myself. I am amazed and awed by people.

Overall, I’m really hoping that at some point I can do like a little anthology of stories. Or be good enough to submit to Pseudopod or NoSleep (high aspirations, yo. Hey, I think it would be the coolest thing).


I keep going back and forth on things. I have a handful of books that I’m bouncing around on: The Fireman, Ravenswood, Dad’s Nuke, etc. I’ve started reading a physical copy of The Ghost Brigades (which is amazing to me because of being allergic to the book mold and arthritis, which hasn’t been that bad–which is so awesome, yay! temporary relief!) and have been reading one of the Best New Horror anthologies.

Eventually I’ll find a book to finish and finish more than 1 book a month, which is what I’ve been doing lately.


slow recovery

By slow recovery, I mean: slowly recovering files off a flash drive. It’s been 5 hours and the program is still reading through what it can to figure out what folders is on the flash drive, so that I can pick through it and try to find the file(s) I need.

The Tsum Tsum game I play on my phone has a new Event going on. It’s Star Wars (aka: destroy the destroyer, get a death trooper). 30 cards and I have recently beaten number 17. The entire time I’m playing, I’m laughing. I’m not rebel, I’m alliance (for the Star Wars universe). One day I will have a storm trooper costume (not with a Hero helmet, but the other one…which I’m having a brainfart on remembering the name).

While I have Chewbacca as my go-to tsum for this game, I’m more excited that I got a Death Trooper for beating one of the levels.

The lawn mower won’t work. I’m beginning to believe that Jamie and I are Sudden Death to lawn equipment that isn’t my beloved, partially fucked up, electric weedeater. The front yard looks terrible, especially now since I was able to weedeat part of it and Jamie was supposed to do the rest over the weekend and hadn’t had a chance to get to it. Some of the wild onion is slowly coming up to my knees. Thankfully, the tallest “weeds” are the wild onion, growing in patches, in the front yard.

Am I writing? No, not really. Little notes, quotes, and random tidbits. I am working on the Combo-Breaker blanket that I promised someone would be done back in January. It’s slow going. I’m only 80 rows in, which means I’ve got 100 rows left. Hey, at least it’s some progress.

blank pages

My Weekend from Hell gave me a false reprieve on Monday afternoon before rearing its ugly head to give me the Day From Hell (and causing it to become the Week From Hell) yesterday. Thankfully, I’m off today. Today, I can relax.

And work on laundry (so much laundry).

Jamie won me this hideously green raptor-chick that has a slight resemblance to an endangered bird (a Kakapo), which made the day better. Right before I got to gross out HeadBoss (and Higher-Boss-than-HeadBoss) by pointing out that wild rats in [state] carry bubonic plague. It was a great way to end the work day…the stressful, shitty workday.

On the other hand:

I have coconut curry cashews (bought on Monday afternoon), I got to try chai latte caramel balls (on sale) and found they are amazing and I must buy more of them. I’d eat the remaining handful of them, if I knew where Jamie put them.

I decided, while the dogs were suspiciously quiet, to work on writing a bit. I pulled up the short story I’ve been tinkering with and seeing if it’ll wander into novelette territory (it’s just over the halfway mark to the beginning word-count, so woo). I ended up staring at it for about ten minutes before giving up and staring at a blank document for 20 minutes in the inane hope that I could start working on figuring out how to take an idea that’s currently about 3 sentences saved on my phone.

Now, it’s been an hour. I’ve attempted a tumblr post (about the writing) before deleting it, I’ve spent most of the time listening to an audiobook and double checking my schedule for tomorrow (aka: ohgodsohgodsohgods). Laundry should be ready to fold/transfer from one point to another.

I think I’ll go in search of that candy I bought the other day and see what the dogs have gotten into. They’re suspiciously quiet, but the last time I checked on them they were practically konked out.