Can’t say it feels much different from being 21… My birthday was on the fourth. So far my twenty-second year is not going well. Still can’t write, have barely enough money to breathe etc. etc.
In other news, am having much fun at work, and am still alive. It’s my sister’s birthday today, and she is going to kill me because I haven’t gotten her a present yet.
I made a huge mistake, and I think I’m about to lose my job.
Going to be at work this weekend. Just like last weekend and the weekend before that, and the weekend before that, and the weekend before that…
Well. So, Albert might have a new job. Yayness is me, as this will mean that I will once again be able to sit down. Boredom does strange things to that man.
Well, it’s Sunday. And I am bored like you wouldn’t believe. I have decided the fates are playing a horrible trick on me. I am sitting at work and surfing the Internet, and I am bored. That’s not right, surely?
Anyway, I watched Conan the Barbarian the other day. The suckiness was duly embraced, and I laughed so much I thought I would actually die.
Am going home. Love going home.
Will drink much coffee and be very lazy. And also, will try to install Rise of Nations. Damn game refuses to work! Grrrr.
So today started out terribly.
As you all know, I’m blind as a bat. So when my glasses are not where I expect them to be…well, I tend to start freaking out.
This morning, they were not only not where I expected them to be – they were, in fact, nowhere to be found.
I woke up Albert. I made coffee (and if you think making coffee by touch is fun, think again). We moved the bed a grand total of six times. We interrogated the cat. We checked the garbage and the stuffing of the PC chair.
Alas, for the glasses were nowhere to be found, and Merlin waxed pretty much the opposite of verbose.
Eventually, though, the glasses were found. Yes, the quest ended in joyous success.
And I was twenty minutes late for work, but Sheron was already there so that didn’t matter much.
And tomorrow, there will be siblings, and computer parts, and all things wondrous. Yay!
*Much Later*
Have had bad day. The other girl lost my pen, which I had to buy because they don’t supply us with stationery that works, and then I got shat upon for saying she had to buy me a new one. While I’m expected to buy back a flashdrive which someone stole out of the office, and nobody says a word.
I really really hate this job.
I made a brochure for work yesterday. It was brilliant and wonderful and CORRECTLY SPELLED – which might sound like nothing to brag about to you, but in good old S of A, that’s a pretty unusual sight.
It took me hours to get it just right, because they had to have it right the hell now and wouldn’t give me time to, y’know, think, and kept making me change it when I was almost done…they drove me mad.
Know what they did then? They sent it to the printers, and then had them change the whole thing. What I did was stunning. Clean, classical lines, not too much fuss, goes perfectly with the hotel. Pictures placed where they made sense.
The printers covered the whole thing in orange, so that the text is hardly readable. The moved the pictures to the top of the page, where they are completely out of context. It’s gross.
But hey, that’s their problem. They’d just better not ask me to do their bloody brochures again.
I’m not in a good mood today. I am tired, and grumpy, and my head feels as though a herd of elephants are doing the flamenco in it.
On the plus side, in twenty minutes I’m going shopping with my mom, which is always fun. I love my mom, btw.
And on the other upside – I’m getting a new, big, hard drive for Elvis (Elvis is my laptop. Shut up.) and also some more RAM. Yay!
I feel better already!
Off shopping now! My relief came early.
Quote for the Day: “It is not necessary to understand things in order to argue about them.”
Pierre Beaumarchais
As epitomized by my manager, who will argue to the death to defend her wrong-headed opinions about things she doesn’t know a damn thing about.
And so does talking to stupid people. My sister-in-law is in the hospital. They think she might have had a mini-stroke. Am very worried.My brother is obviously freaking out, but she will be fine.
Almost time to go home for my weekend off, which will include: visiting my Small Sibling, Visiting my Large Aunt, Sleeping Late and Not Working. Hahahahahahahahah! Soon I shall be back, with pictures of all these very strenuous activities.
I can’t wait.
In the meantime: ‘Idle hands are the Devil’s playground.’ He’s gonna go ape on mine this weekend.
I think I shall watch Shaun of the Dead. Funniest zombie movie ever.
And I am tired. Plus, my writing hand so sore. And my manager is mad because another manager asked me to calligraph some files for her (as a calligrapher, I’m not too good, but she reckons it’s better than she would have been able to do) and so I had to postpone phoning every government department in four provinces, which I wouldn’t have been able to reach anyway, and didn’t want to do in the first place (In my country government officials generally are rude, have terrible phone etiquette, and possess the intelligence of a stunned herring) so that I could do this.
Ho hum.
Finished Spud. Was brilliant, but made me cry.
Almost time to go home…but not quite. The thing I hate most about the hospitality industry – other than the pay and the customers – are the hours.
06:00 to 14:00 and 14:00 to 22:00 don’t sound so bad…until you realise that you go home at 22:00 sometimes, and have to be back at six.
Sux.
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