~What in the Hell?~

Friday, March 31, 2006

~ Freaks at Work ~

WTF is up with the freaks around here lately? I mean CREEPY freaks.

It's the dudes I *don't* work with that are fucking creeping me the hell out. I'm blaming the go-go boots but really - it could be anything. Maybe just a week for freaks, hell if I know.

Monday I wear a skirt and my new go-go boots, right? The stars aligned "just right" and I was able to forgo wearing my normal uniform.

Of course, on Tuesday when I showed up in my "normal" workwear (steel toes and jeans) several people ask why I'm not dressed up again. Uhm, because I can't do my JOB in a mini-skirt and go-go boots . . .?

Then - dudes start acting WEIRD. I mean fucking WEIRD.

Dude #1 we'll call DT. He comes down to my office, I swear 5 times on Wednesday asking the same fucking thing every damned time. I say "why don't I send you an email so you have it and don't have to keep trying to find me and ask me?"

Oh, no. He doesn't want that. THEN on Thursday he comes down in the morning and starts talking about this fucking meeting that has absolutely NOTHING to do with ME or the fucking project we share. WTF??? Do I look like a psychotherapist? I don't CARE! BEAT IT! I've got work to do!

Last night about 4:30pm as I'm getting ready to leave DT comes in again and starts asking the SAME fucking questions that I answered 5 times on Wednesday. You know, the same ones he didn't want me to send him an email about? Yeah. I'm like "I have to leave. I'm meeting someone for dinner."

And he keeps fucking yapping! Then he has the stones to ask me who! Huh? What part of "beat it" are you not getting?

Then - this morning - I had no longer unlocked my door then here he fucking IS AGAIN!!! Asking the SAME fucking questions he did on Wednesday!!! My God! If he's trying to drive me insane it's working and it's not a long TRIP from here! Fuck!

Add to him another freak - JJ. Altho I'm not alone in thinking he's a freak - the dudes think JJ's a freak as well.

So Freak #2, JJ, calls me up and starts asking all these questions about this other project. Fine. I can deal with that. I answer his questions and tell him "well, I don't have that right now but I can get it by Friday." This was Wednesday (the freaks must come out on Wednesdays I guess).

I think "ok, I have until Wednesday to find this for him - I'll do a cusory search and see if it's close. If not, I'll order it."

No sooner did I return from my expedition then THERE HE IS in my fucking office waiting for me. Fine. He wants to be a 'tard, that's fine.

But he didn't want just be a 'tard. He wanted to be a creepy 'tard. He was fucking staring - I swear to God - at my tits! WTF??? I had on a shirt - not tight nor low cut (you couldn't even see my collar bone in it) and here he sits just a gawking away!

I just give him mom's "look of disgust" and say, "just, what, exactly, do you want? I told you I would have your stuff Friday. Do you want it now?"

Fucker has the nerve to say something to the effect of he wanted to see me in person after looking my picture up on the company website. WTF???

What can one say to that? I'm like "huh? Whatever." Then he asks me if he can watch me do my damned job of making product. OK, fine. I can't stop you. WTF??? I got news, bub, I don't MAKE PRODUCT in the NUDE - get it?

Am I a magnet for freaks this week or what? Maybe I'm fucking ovulating? Hell, I dunno. It's just too much, tho.

Later that day I run into Sonny and he says, "Hey, I saw JJ in your office. That guy is werid."

I said, "no shit, Sherlock! Thanks for letting me know. Dude was creeping me out all day!"

Sonny - "yeah, I saw him in there and wondered what the hell he was doing. I thought about pulling you out of there for some fake meeting but I decided not to."

I punched him in the arm. "Do it next time. Fucker was giving me the creeps!"

Thank God it's Friday and I'm hiding. I can't deal with anymore of this freak shit. I so badly want to say "what the fuck is wrong with you? I've answered your questions. Now GO THE FUCK AWAY so I can get my work done. And stop staring at me before I plant my steel toed boot in your ass!"

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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 9:59 AM

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

~ Crazy Shit Going On ~

First - praise be that Mercury finally went out of retrograde! Everything electronic just went into the crapper and swirled around for that three weeks. I lost my entire music library on my ihop.

Then, when I tried to reload it, my computer had lost the program. Fuck. The firmware crashed and I couldn't get it to reload. It was just a nightmare. I set it all aside and tried last night to reload everything. And, lo, it all came off without a hitch. Fortunately, all of the music is still on my computer so all I had to do was hook up the ihop to it but still - I couldn't even get THAT far before.

Now it's still acting a bit wonky but that's ok. It's not dead as a doornail now.

There has been a cart full of severed mannequin heads sitting outside my door for the last month. I'm beginning to find it rather disturbing. I wonder if it is a sign.

The AFF website has been down for quite sometime. It's been weeks since I've been able to get on there. And forget writing. I was taking a well-deserved hiatus from Mr. Wicked when he decided that three months was long enough for me to enjoy peace and quiet.

Oh, sure, I'd caught a glimpse of a pointed ear here and there. And sometimes I could swear I could almost smell him but I thought it was just a hallucination induced by too much sobriety.

Alas, it was no hallucination. He has invaded my dreams with a vengance demanding I write his smut. Again. *heavy sigh* Whatever. No site, no smut. Of course telling him this is like talking to a wall.

*abrupt subject change* So the other day I'm sitting in my office and it's about 6pm. Dave, the guy in the office next to mine, comes over and he's standing in my doorway, right? In one hand he has a bottle of water and in the other hand it looks like he's holding some pills. Then he starts bitching at me.

"Man, you all are fucked up! I thought we were fucked up! You guys are more fucked up than we were! Unbelieveable! I don't know how you do it!" He says and tosses back a handful of whatever pills he was holding and a big swig of water.

I look at him impassively. "You got any more drugs? That would help," I say.

Alas, they were vitamin supplements. Dammit.

The poor guy. He has my total sympathy. Yes, we ARE fucked up and are soon to be even MORE fucked up. The powers that be (in what passes for their "infinite wisdom") have decided that "you know, these people can still actually function. We need to really fuck them - and hard! Let's stick them in the most hated department in the division!"

Fuck. It amazes me how we can make money this is such a cluster. Oh, believe me, I'm still looking to get the hell out but I might as well be chained to a fucking oar for all the good it will do.

Just fucking crazy. And they took people AWAY from us!! WTF??? We were shorthanded as it was and they took people AWAY!

You know, I have a life, people. Granted, it may not be MUCH of one, but I still have it and would like to get the fuck out of here once in a while to wreak havoc on an unsuspecting bottle of Sailor Jerry, dig?

Speaking of which - I'm throwing myself a big old birthday bash next month. I figured "why not? I'm getting old. I'm not getting married. I might as well spend my money on a party just for ME."

I can say one good thing about working in a cluster fuck - it's certainly made planning this party a walk in the park. I've got contingency plans out the ying-yang. And I'm ordering early. Everything is pretty much ready to go. I just have to drop off the cash and the booze and we're good to go.

Of course, I can't let a birthday go by without buying myself a "little something" can I? OK. Besides a Disney Princess Coloring Book.

Check it out. Yeah. I've always wanted platforms. Check out the "hot specials" link, too. Man, some sweet shoes. Decent prices and I'm not even a "shoe girl". (I'd run around barefooted all the time if my damned feet didn't get so cold!)

Yeah, well, I went sort of berserk but that's ok.

I got me some SWEET fake snake skin go-go boots that I wore into work yesterday. They were a big hit. LOL! Yeah. I had to have them. Got some regular pumps (that I DID actually NEED) and a pair of glittery baby blue platform sandals that make me stand about 5'6". Pretty cool being "tall". I could see everything in my kitchen cabinets and REACH it without climbing on the counters.

But those white platforms - well, they take the cake. Steve, of course, loved them. They make me almost as tall as he is! They've got to be at LEAST 6" high (if not more - I haven't measured them yet). There will be absolutely NO DRINKING in those shoes. If I fell off of THEM I'd break my neck - not just my foot.

It's weird being that tall. I took all of my shoes home to model them for mom (she's a shoe girl so she can appreciate them). My dad came home while I was trapsing around in those platforms. I'm taller than HE is in them! LOL!

The dog hated them. He couldn't put his hands on me like he does with those on. And I refused to chase him with those on or bend over and try to pick him up. I would have toppled over!

So I've gotten enough shoes to last for quite some time. Then I had to go out and buy CLOTHES to match. OK, well not CLOTHES exactly. But patterns. Lots of patterns. There was an estate sale on ebay of patterns from the 60's and 70's. I made off with over 30 patterns for $10.

I'm pretty well set to relive the 70's. Yay for ugly clothes and ugly shoes!

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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 11:31 AM

Monday, March 20, 2006

~ It's Monday - the first day of Spring ~

Supposedly - altho I hear there's an uber ice/snow storm heading this way and the temp isn't supposed to be out of the 40's all week. Fuck. This weather is a bunch of BULLSHIT I tell you! *grumble*

I'm still trying to recouperate from the weekend of mondo skating. Taking stock of my wounds. Today I went to scratch my forehead and it hurt like hell. I started feeling around and found I have a knot there over my left eye. WTF? Then I remembered that I bashed my head on the car door while trying to put my costumes in the car. Ouch!

My knee has a bruise on it - a very nice purple color - from where I slid on it. I was supposed to slide on the BOTTOM of my knee (it has a nice callous there for just that very purpose). But my leg was too far back and I hit the TOP of my knee - right on my knee cap and now it's purple and sore.

My hip has a knot on it from falling on it (the same spot - TWICE) and my spinning foot bunion is starting to come back. Or something. The outside joint of my little toe is very very tender. It hasn't bothered me skating for the last year or two now all of a sudden it's hurting again. What's up with that?

So far, that's all of the wounds from the weekend. Went to the chiro today. Man, was I out of alignment. He wanted to know what I'd been doing. "Busting my ass on the ice". lol! Hey, somebody's gotta do it.

I'm still pretty tired. I had to make today and my ass was dragging. I thought I was going to fall asleep right there and tumble down the stairs. Luckily I didn't. And my mp3 player bit the dust or went on strike or some crazy shit. It played for a while then just stopped and I couldn't get it to do anything. It was all charged up and everything. Weird. I'm going to hook it up to the computer tomorrow and see what it's problem is.

Today I was a bad, bad girl. I bought shoes. Lots of shoes. Platform heels that I've threatened to get for years. And a pair of go-go boots! LOL! Can you believe it? Oh, I couldn't resist! I got one pair of platforms for $2 - yeah! Cause they only had MY SIZE left! Woooooo! Yay for the small feet!

I did get a cute pair of wedges, tho. I think I'll let mom wrap them for my birthday. Those were the most expensive pair. Black velvet wedges and they were $20. Then I got a pair of wedge sandals (I DO need sandals - my other pairs are literally falling apart), another pair of platforms (sandals) and something else. I ended up with 6 pairs of shoes. My God. That's more shoes than I've EVER bought at one time. And it only cost me $70 with shipping and everything. So that's less than $12 a pair and you can't beat THAT!

And those ugly platforms will go perfectly with the ugly pants I got at the flea market. I'll look like I did in 1976! LOL!!! Only bigger and older! LOL! Wow.

I'm so gonna wear those into work, too (the shoes, not the pants). What a change from my steel toed boots, huh? HA! Besides, it'll give the guys something to make fun of me for. I haven't given them anything to make of lately. They've grown accustomed to the ethnic clothes and jewelry. I'll have to hit them with the 70's. THAT will get their attention! LOL!

Speaking of getting ones attention - I caught a glimpse of a pointed ear the other day and the scent of someone quite familiar. He's either gotten careless (which I doubt) or he wants me to know he's "checking up" on me. Well, that's fine. As long as he doesn't start his nonsense again we'll be ok.

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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 6:16 PM

Sunday, March 19, 2006

~ Skating Test ~

Ah, yes. One more early morning at the rink to freeze my ass off. I swear they turn off every shred of heat to that damned building when we have a competition.

Last night I selpt like a rock I was so tired from skating all day and just the nerve "crash". Today I had to get up at 7am to get to the rink to work. I worked from 9 until noon then I came home and took a nap. Back to the rink for my test. I figured I'd have about a half hour to wake up between the time I arrived and the time I had to skate but that was not meant to be.

They were running 1/2 hour AHEAD which meant as soon as I got there I had to get my skates on and warmup. It was still asleep. Fortunately, this test is like two levels below where I'm actually skating but still - I would have liked to had some time to wake up. lol!

I go do my thing (I passed, BTW) and I'm sitting in the lobby waiting for my results with another one of the adult skaters. She says, "oh, I hope I passed. Those judges seemed to be rather particular."

I look at her and say, "you think? The referee is my old skating pro and the other judge is my skating nemesis. How do you think *I* feel?" LOL!

She thought I was joking. I'm like "No. Didn't you hear the exchange after you got off the ice and I was going on to skate? The judge says, 'are you ready?' and I said, 'are YOU?' Then all three of them cracked up."

It was rather amusing. I got to "goof off" for a test which is kinda cool. Doesn't happen often.

Some things that I have realized as a result of this weekend - why I THOUGHT I skate and why I ACTUALLY skate are two different things. It's taken me a while to grasp that but I will need to keep it in mind.

If I pretend to be someone ELSE when I skate I don't get nearly as nervous. Oddly enough.

Several people came up to me today as I was working and said, "that program was really you." And Jessica gave me one of the best funny compliments "my DAD even said he thought your costume, music and skating fit together." (Dang. Someone's DAD noticed? THAT must be pretty freakin' obvious. Most dad's are completely in the dark about that.) We just laughed. Other people were like "that whole thing was so you." Well, that's what I was aiming for.

Other observances - I miss skating with the club. Just for the gossip and BS and "trash talking" (all in good fun). It was nice to see everyone and catch up on things.

Shame on me for "assuming" that all male skaters (out of puberty) are gay. Just when you think it's "safe" to run around half naked some straight guy shows up! Talk about creeping me the hell out!

I mean, dads are fine - they are usually there (at the rink) with their daughters or wives. And little boys are ok. But a grown man (over 21) who is straight and figure skating? WEIRD, man. Just plain WEIRD. o_O (Hockey is different, obviously. And ice dancers are usually over 60 so they're ok, too)

The worst part is you're guard is down. Like waaaaay down. He's an adult. He's male. He's a figure skater. He must be gay. (I can literally count on ONE hand how many het male figure skaters I've known in 15+ years, ok?)

So naturally you just do stupid shit like adjust your boobs in your costume without too much thought or just bend over with your ass in the air to adjust your laces. Stuff that "other skaters" will just ignore (because they do it, too).

And then you get this funny feeling that someone is "watching" you. Yeah. And you look around and you see a grown man in skates (not hockey skates, oh, no. Figure skates). He's looking at you - a big smirk on his face because you've got your hand stuck down your costume *adjusting* your boob. Suddenly you realize (with mouting horror) "fuck! He's not gay!"

But wait! It's gets WEIRDER! Yes! Many, many snows ago when I worked at the newspaper I did an article on this guy. YES! Can you believe it? He was running for office and I (being the entire "staff") had to cover the debates.

He freakin' creeped me out THEN (trying to hit on me). Now, like 13 years later he re-emerges! God! I'm rather disturbed by this development. At first I was like "oh, no WAY! It can't be him. I must be on drugs."

Then (after the boob incident when I was waiting in the lobby for my pro) he comes up to me and starts talking - starts asking *questions*. Questions that no male skater would ask if he were gay.

I studied him carefully. Yes, it was him. There could be no doubt. I pulled the competitors list and checked his name and address. How fucking WEIRD is that? And here he was again, hitting on me. I kinda wondered if he knew who I was.

Honestly, having a figure skater hit on me at the rink was enough to creep me out. Having THIS particular figure skater hit on me at the rink was, well, eerie. At the first opportunity, I hid in the women's locker room.

I managed to avoid him for the rest of the competition and test session. But still. What the fuck? Who does he think he is to invade MY RINK and oogle us? Who said this competition was open to "straight men over 21"? Who? Nobody. It should be a rule - no man over 21 can figure skate and be heterosexual. It's just too fucking creepy. And annoying.

Normally it's just "us girls". Kinda like a family - you've seen them all mostly undressed in the locker rooms and you talk trash. No big deal. Having a straight man over 21 there is, well, it puts a damper on things. Kinda like inviting a "boy" to a slumber party.

Alas, now I know WHO he is and WHERE he is from so I can keep my eye out for him. Sad when you have to avoid someone, you know? And I can't be a bitch to him. He hasn't really DONE anything to me. Hasn't said anything vulgar or touched me or anything. But still - a straight guy figure skating - ew. That's just not right.

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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 5:09 PM

Saturday, March 18, 2006

~ Skating Competition ~

After a long hard day at the rink, I have returned.

First, let me give a word to the wise - hockey tape is no good as boobie tape. I should stick to electrical or duct tape. That hockey tape just doesn't hold on to "the girls" as they need to be held.

My day started at 8:45am. I hauled my two bags of skates, costumes, makeup, etc. to the rink and checked in. Saw a TON of people I haven't seen in ages since I don't skate on the club sessions. Got to gossip and catch up.

My first event was my compulsories. There were two of us. So I pee about a hundred times in 20 minutes. Nerves. My warmup was for shit but that's ok. I'd rather get it out of my system on the warmup.

I did well and was so damned excited about I landing my lutz combination that I totally forgot my flip! lol! It was pretty funny and everyone laughed when I started jumping up and down saying "I land my lutz! I land my lutz!"

After that I seemed to relax. I got second out of two but I was pleased with myself. I skated clean and kept my feet under me - my whole intention.

Next was compulsory spins. Again, there were only two of us. This went better than I expected. Sometimes my camel can be wonky - especially when I'm nervous. But today it was very solid. I won that. (But I can spin like nobody's business).

Then came compulsory jumps. There were three of us in this event. Again, I did my lutz from back crossrolls just like in my long program. YAY! I landed that a little wobbly but I held on to it.

My flip was awesome. (It's my favorite jump). Some chick (curse her) landed her Axel - so I got second place. My feet were solid under me and my knees didn't feel like jello which was good and built my confidence for the long program.

Lastly was my freestyle to music or "long" program. My old pro was the referee and Jeff (one of my old skating "rivals") was one of the judges. Ahhhhhhh! Talk about psych!

And there were SIX of us competing! That is like the most at my level/age group outside of sectionals! I knew every one of them so that was kind of weird. I was the second one to skate after the warmup. I was soooooo nervous. I thought I was going to puke.

Compulsories are a walk in the park. To me, they are just like practice. No music - someone sharing the rink with you (you only get half the ice) - no big deal. And you're judged on your TECHNICAL ability - not the "fru-fru" stuff like "musicality" and "artistic merit". So, for someone like ME who is technically strong, compulsories are my favorite events.

It came time for me to hit the ice and do my long program. I quivered. But I wiggled and gyrated to my music just like I was supposed to. I hit my first flip out of that footwork then my lutz combo again out of the cross rolls. And then I got nervous. Why I don't know.

Well, I think I know - I got excited that I was doing well and made the mistake of THINKING "oh, wow! I'm doing good!" Instead of "breathe, keep your head up."

I was right in time with the music just going along and got into my spiral and my legs just started shaking pretty badly. I fell on my flip/loop combo out of the spiral and it took me so long to get up that I was behind the music.

But I recovered pretty well. I had my combo spin - camel into sit into back sit - which can give me trouble on the back sit sometimes. But today it was perfect. I actually GAINED speed on the back sit which pleased me immensely. I took my time and THOUGHT about what I had to do.

Then I heard the music ending so I just came out of it and did some gyrating to the last beats so I could end on time to the music.

I was so pleased with myself. Bummed because I fell on my favorite jump combo - the flip/loop but pleased that my lutz and my combo spin were so strong. And my footwork was (to ME) impressive. And I was able to get my focus back and my nerves under control after falling. THAT was VERY important to me.

I didn't get to watch anyone else skate - I was so nervous I had to pee again. UGH! Then I just sat in the locker room quivering as everyone else skated. I'm glad my nerves waited until AFTER I skated to kick in.

Later I had several people tell me that they enjoyed watching me skate which pleased me even more. I felt I had skated well (except for that ONE miss) and I was glad to hear that other people found my program entertaining.

One dude was like "wow - I can't believe how powerful you are." I just laughed. Well, those big old thighs have got to be good for SOMETHING, huh? lol!

That is what I was aiming for - entertainment and to make people say "that's cool" that I don't take 1/2 the rink to "set up" my elements. God, that drives me BATTY (or battier, as the case may be). I HATE it when people use half (sometimes MORE) of the ice surface to set up their jumps. It's just not right.

And a LOT of people do it. Watch the pros or World Figure Skating Championships and see. I don't want to do that. It is uncool (in MY book). I want to keep people guessing as to what I'm going to do. Like I'm going along doing this footwork and "bam" I just jump - or spin. *I* think that is cool. And that is the sort of skater I want to be.

Now tomorrow I have to work the remainder of the competition then test. I'm not too worried about my test. The elements aren't anywhere NEAR my competition - much easier altho the atmosphere will be quite different. It's like skating in a TOMB when you test. It's so quiet and somber. Kinda creepy actually.

Oh, I got third in my freestyle out of 6. Yeah. I was quite pleasantly surprised. I didn't think I would even place since I didn't try that hateful axel (a few did). But apparently my spins and other jumps and footwork make up for it.

Before each event that I skated I would say to my pro, "tell me nobody's watching." She would say, "nobody's watching." That made me feel better. Stupid but it worked. Then I had her tell me "you have plenty of time."

Weird how things like that make such a difference (to me, anyway). "Nobody's watching and you have plenty of time." Even if it's not true (and I know it's not) it still makes me feel better to hear it! How lame is that? LOL!

Now I'm tired. So I'm going to catch some zzzz's then get up tomorrow and do it all over again.

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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 8:27 PM

Thursday, March 16, 2006

~ It is I Again! ~

Still slacking in my posting duties.

Been concentrating on the skating competition coming up on Saturday. It got here much quicker than I realized.

For the past two weeks I've been skating every day. I took last Thursday off because my lower leg has been bothering me. This has been going on for years - when I over use it I know. It starts hurting and I can't bend my foot up without pain. Walking hurts as well. I'm trying to rest it enough. Tomorrow I think I may either take it easy on the ice or only do my compulsory jumps.

It's my spinning leg and man, does it hurt when I spin. (All the contraction it's doing - supporting my entire body weight). There will be no spinning until the competition. And I have a test Sunday. The test I'm not so worried about. It's all pretty much easy stuff I can do in my sleep.

Actually the competition I'm not too worried about. Right now. Probably on Saturday I'll be near tears and blithering like an idiot as I try not to piss myself. But right now I'm ok.

Yesterday I did all of my programs. When I finished my competition program (in time with the music), my pro clapped and laughed. She said it looked good. But I need to keep my head up (bad bad habit of mine to look down at the ice - especially when I'm trying to concentrate. I don't even realize I'm doing it).

My costumes are ready. My skates are ready and I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I have to be at the rink by 8:30am. My first event is compulsory short program. My last is my Freestyle. In between is compulsory jumps and compulsory spins. I can't remember what time they are but I'll be at the rink all day. Just socializing or working if nothing else.

Sunday I go back. I'm working hospitality until my test. It's going to be a long and chilly weekend for me.

After this is over I'm going to concentrate on my birthday party. I'll have to start getting things ready for that. Then it will be camping season! Yay!

Work has been a cluster fuck of the greatest magnitude. "They" in "their" *infinite wisdom* (HA!) have decided that we (meaning those of us who make all the money) should be "sold off" to the lowliest section in the company. Why, I have no idea.

Oh, sure they have all these "visions" and other BS but I'm not buying it. We were sold out. AND - to add insult to injury - they stuck us under the WORST possible manager in the company. The loud mouthed bully who has been there since dirt and thinks he knows everything.

His second in command is one of those managers who doesn't have anything to do so he wanders around and gets under everyone's feet. UGH.

No one - and I mean NO ONE is happy about this. People have been on the warpath since we were told. Fucking stupid as hell.

And - if that weren't enough - we just found out yesterday that TWO of the 5 people in our group are getting pulled off to work this "emergency project" for the next 6 weeks so the THREE of us that are LEFT have to pick up the slack.

I'm like WTF??? Do I look like THREE PEOPLE?? And when am I going to get PAID like 3 people? And when are you going to tell the people throwing work at me "no more"? Of course they aren't. Just keep agreeing to do all this shit - it doesn't matter that you can't POSSIBLY get it all done. That isn't the point. Just don't say "no".

Just once I'd like to point out "poor planning on YOUR part does not constitute an emergency on MINE." Everyone talks and talks and talks about laying the smack down but no one will do it. Except me. Then I get in trouble for it. Fuck 'em.

Then today they decided they wanted to have this stupid meeting and everyone has to attend. I'm thinking - why? Who the fuck is doing the work if I'm sitting here in this stupid ass meeting counting flies on the ceiling? My time is better spent actually MAKING MONEY rather than being bored.

I guess the big wigs threw a meeting and no one came so now they're getting bitchy and trying to make them "mandatory" by taking attendance. Whatever. Seems a bit childish to me. If it were REALLY REALLY THAT important, one of them could come and tell me to my face. But it never is THAT important. It just makes them FEEL important.

So I'm still searching for a new job. One that I applied for said they can't take anyone just yet. Figures. I'll just have to keep looking. Been so busy lately I haven't been able to apply for anything else, tho. It's getting crazy.

Hopefully soon we'll have some good news. I think I just might have to say "fuck it" and run off to Rome again. Then I can stuff myself on good wine and good food as I practice my Italian. And then I won't give a shit about anything!

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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 6:31 PM

Thursday, March 02, 2006

~ What a month! ~

Not only was I sick (and actually off work for two days because of it) but then I had a water pipe break in my shower. This meant that I had to shut off the water to my entire unit since there isn't a separate shut off for the shower (or the sinks or the kitchen for that matter).

GAWH! I had no sooner recovered from my cold (which I later found out was actually the flu - ugh) when my water went out. I was waterless for a week. Six damned days without water. It sucked mightily!

I had to drain water out of the hot water heater in order to flush the toilet, do the dishes or even bathe. Mercifully the gym has nice showers (and they open at 6 am) so I could shower there before work.

Man, hauling water - just enough water to get by - is a time consuming pain in the ass! I mean I do it all summer when I'm camping but I don't have to come home from WORK and do it! At least there's a party at the end of the day when I'm camping. This was like camping with no friends, no warm weather and no booze! Totally bogus!

Then Steve decided he wanted to be on the rag or something. I dunno. He just got all broody and moody and gloom and doom and started being a hag. He's got his own can of worms to sort out and he's trying to come to grips with it. I dunno. I've tried to help but I think it's more harm than help so I'm just going to STFU and worry about my skating competition.

Yeah - figures, don't it? The first time in like 4 years I decide to compete and as soon as I turn in the paperwork, I get sick, my plumbing goes to hell and Steve turns into Mr. Hyde. Ah, well. At least my program is done. Now if only I could find time to practice. THAT would be nice.

Eventually, the plumbing got fixed. I have more or less recovered from that vile flu and Steve - well, he's finally realized he needs to be alone for a bit so he can "think".

Fixing the pipe that broke was a comdey. Someone should have video taped me and dad in the bathroom working on the damned thing. People would have had a good laugh.

Of course, as soon as I realized what happened - saw the leak - I figured dad could fix it. Hey, I would have tried if I knew how to weld. But I don't. And I'm terrified of gas flame.

So I took the day off and dad came down early and we worked on that infernal thing from 10am until 9pm. And it wasn't fixed. We lost two pipe cutters down the wall - they fell all the way to China and couldn't be recovered. My arm got stuck in the hole we had cut to reach the busted pipe and dad nearly singed my eyebrows off with the torch at least twice. He also set the wall on fire. Granted, it was a small fire but it still scared me.

I finally gave up and called a plumber who says he can make it Friday. Steve decided he wants a crack at fixing it since dad couldn't fix it and the plumber won't arrive until later. It was "open season" on my plumbing.

Steve couldn't fix it and only increased his underlying agitation. Then the plumber called on Friday and said he got stuck at another job and couldn't make it. So we tried for Saturday morning.

I had given up all hope of ever having indoor plumbing again. But the dog still loves me. At least I had that.

Early Saturday came and the plumber arrived. He fixed it in 2 hours. I was elated! Indoor plumbing RULZ!! More than anything I wanted to shave. My God. I had turned into a porcupine of epic porportions.

What sweet bliss it was to take a hot shower and shave! Ahhhhhhh! Then I curled up in a nice clean bed and slept. All was right with the world then.

There's still a massive hole in the wall covered in plastic but I'll fix that tomorrow. I have the fiberglass patch for it. The place is a complete wreck from all the tools, chuncks of fiberglass that got drug throught the place, rags, bowls and general destruction but that's ok.

Tomorrow I'm taking the day off and getting "caught up" at home.

I've been working late every night this week so I haven't had enough energy to fix anything after work nor have I had the opportunity to skate (since the last session is at 5:30pm). This week has been all about work.

I have a huge list of things I need to get done tomorrow starting with returning dad's blowtorch. Just a lot of little things that have piled up since I got sick.

Hopefully, this is all the excitement I will have for a while. I need to recouperate my senses.

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