trelali

I guess Supernatural is on another baseless hiatus again or something? Because I was watching CW at 8pm and the only thing that showed was the S5 premiere.

This displeases me.

Greatly.

Then tekiclutch said, "Make your own SPN story with sock puppets!"


( You can blame the following on her and Kripke. )

Grandma: And this is our granddaughter from California.
Obscure Relative 1: Oh, yeah? They're having some fires out there right about now, aren't they?
Me: Yeah, they are. It's really bad since that area hasn't had a fire there in about sixty years, so they weren't at all prepared for it and there's tons of underbrush just getting eaten up.
Obscure Relative 2: Well, plus you've got all those illegal immigrants.
Obscure Relative 1: Ohhhh, yeah.
Grandma: *grabbing me by the shoulders and pushing me away* Well, we've got to go!

Later

Me: So illegal immigrants cause fires now, huh?
Grandma: That is apparently what some people think.



Right after this happened, she very quickly informed me that those two "gentlemen" are crazy racist bastards... but in Proper Country Gentlewoman terms that my grandmother uses.

Because the five year old in me still likes dressing up in fancy dresses... more than actually going to the events that require them.

( stolen from wanderlustlover, btw. )

Today, so far, has been really really good.

Everybody wish me luck on being brave enough to ask a couple of my coworkers to hang out this weekend or something.



(please do not let me chicken out on this)

trelali: You ruin everything!
ghost0reveries: So... I'm like, The Ruinator?
trelali: Yes. Yes, you are. You're like the lamest superhero ever.
ghost0reveries: What are you talking about? That's awesome!
trelali: No, it's not. You're like a really lame-ass Shiva. You don't create or destroy, you just make things marginally worse than they should be.
ghost0revieres: Haha. Hey, do you need anything... moistened? Made soggy?
trelali: This is why you'll always be a sidekick.

I'm reposting this because it's fucking awesome.

Note: neither of these screennames work anymore.

danalynn62: Well, I'll talk to you later.
washburne05: Okay.
danalynn62: Goodnight.
washburne05: G'nite.
danalynn62: Love, Mom.
washburne05: ...
washburne05: ...I know who you are, dumbass, you don't have to sign your IMs.
danalynn62: Shut up, smartass, it's habit.
washburne05: ...Okay.
washburne05: Talk to you later.
washburne05: Love, Lindsey
danalynn62: ....Smartass.

Coworker: *grump grump grump*
Me: Whats the matter?
Coworker: *grump*
Me: Are the dogs being weird?
Coworker: No.
Me: Are the receptionists being bitchy?
Coworker: No.
Me: The nurses?
Coworker: No.
Me: Then what's wrong?
Coworker: I'm BLEEDING from the UTERUS.
Me: ...
Coworker: Are you laughing at me?!
Me: No. Yes. Maybe. Yeah, totally.

Somebody put a radio in the back of the clinic so I have to (get to?) listen to a radio show all day, with occasional music. It's nothing I'd ever listen to and, strangely, occasionally features a show hosted by Ryan Seacrest, which makes me think it's satellite. Anyway, that's not the point. Among what is mostly music that I really really hate, there is some tolerable stuff, but in listening to the lyrics I seriously have to ask:

Exactly how many songs are there that have been created with the basic message "I'm not as popular as that girl over there but you should date me anyway because even in my mediocrity I'm cooler than she is"?



My guess is eleventy billion and twelve.

I just found out that there's a local Great Dane Rescue in this town looking for foster homes.

I NEED A HOME SO I CAN START HOARDING ANIMALS PLZ.

(also so I can quit living on charity. would be awesomez.)

Remember this post about the blogger whose site regarding survivors of holding therapy was suspended by Wordpress?

The email campaign failed. The reasons why are utterly ridiculous.

I can't even fathom how people like this operate, how this makes sense to them, and why they wouldn't do their absolute best to understand and help victims of child abuse.

First innerbrat RT'd this.

( THEN I GOT CURIOUS, ALL RIGHT? )

In SCV, I was a kennel worker. I fed and watered the animals, played with and exercised them. I swept and mopped and sprayed and cleaned. I did general maintenance on the grounds. I answered phone calls and handled reservations, spoke to customers face-to-face and answered questions regarding the health, safety, and stay of their pet. When there was downtime, I sat in the office with my coworkers, chatting and surfing the internet randomly. I was given a key to the main gate and office in my second week and had my work schedule planned out for the month a week in advance. I sometimes got annoyed with my coworkers and the clients but I never felt like less, I never felt low. I always knew where I stood in the business, I always knew that I was capable and respected and appreciated for the work I did.

That's... not how it is at a vet clinic. They have receptionists. Doctors. Nurses. Daycare assistants. My job, as an "ACA", is to wear my blue scrubs in the back rooms, not get in anybody's way, and if I have to walk through the treatment area, break room, or reception hall, to do it as quietly and out-of-the-way as possible. I spend most of my time feeling like a second-class citizen, and guilty for the few minutes I take to actually talk to and try to get to know my coworkers. I don't have a key to any of the doors, despite being there for almost a month, and need to wander around the building before sunrise, hoping for someone to see me and let me in. I'm not supposed to talk to clients. God forbid I get in a doctor's way. I'm lucky if I get my work schedule the day before I'm due in - without knowing whether I work that day or not, or what time I'm supposed to be in. When there is downtime, I wander around looking for something to do, because I will get hell like no other if someone sees me sitting there, not working, or talking to someone. I don't get the feeling like I'm respected or appreciated because I'm not doing anything that anyone generally comments on or openly appreciates.



Man, I hope the post office calls soon. I'm not a lackey, I'm not a grunt, I'm not stupid, and, to be frank and more than a little mean, I am not a local hick from Kansas with no idea of the outside world and no work experience. I'm not a child.

My job doesn't have to be glamorous, but I shouldn't have to feel ashamed of what I'm doing and why I'm doing it.

From cassildra's LJ:

So, a friend of a friend runs a blog about child abuse--specifically, holding therapy, which is pretty nasty. It's hosted on Wordpress.

Or, I should say, it WAS hosted on Wordpress. Copperbadge tells us that now, the company is screwing with her, after suspending her blog. Please, if you can take a moment, email them and tell them that what they're doing is wrong and hurtful to survivors of this "therapy".

1pm. Note: ACAs wear blue scrubs, nurses wear grey or maroon scrubs, doctors wear white lab coats, receptionists wear slacks and logo'd polo shirts.

Me: Bye guys, I'm heading home!
Receptionist 1: Oh! You're here? *turns to Receptionist 2* Hey, we did have an ACA here today!
Me: ....uh. Yeah. I've been here since 6:30.
Receptionist 1: Oh, wow, we had no idea.
Receptionist 2: *nodding*
Me: ............well, for future reference, I'm always in at 6:30. And I think Nicole has it scheduled so that there's at least one ACA here during open hours.
Receptionist 1: Okay. Well, we just didn't know you were here.
Me: .........'kay.


FOUR HOURS EARLIER


Me: *picking up trash outside*
Receptionist 2: *on a smoke break*
Me: Hey.
Receptionist 2: Hey.



I have a feeling there will be kennel comics starting up.

This is how I spent my six and a half hour shift today. I ended up mostly nodding and agreeing with the stuff this nineteen year old girl was saying, only after failing miserably at two attempted conversations earlier in the day. In my defense, they were both focused solely around the weather we've been having lately.

TALKING HARD. WHY TALK SO HARD? LI SMASH.

Grandma: I know exactly how to stop a dog from jumping on people, but no one ever wants to take my advice.
Me: Why? What would you do?
Grandma: You just knee them in the chest.
Me: ..... you what?
Grandma: It doesn't hurt them!
Me: A knee to the chest doesn't hurt them?!?!
Grandma: Well, it doesn't hurt them more than once.
Me: That's one more time than you just said it did!



Border Collies are the smartest domestic dog on the planet. Your basic BC has the intelligence of a two year old human toddler. On average, they can learn and understand 250 words. The smartest BC that ever lived learned 500 words.

If you were working on the computer and your two year old child kept trying to climb up onto your lap, how would you teach it to stop?

From tekiclutch's LJ:

I had plans fall through to go to the Supernatural convention in Vancouver next weekend. I purchased two preferred seating tickets for Saturday (that's the day Misha Collins and the Ghost Facers are gonna be there) and my friend is having issues where she can't get across the border. If anyone is willing to buy one or both, please let me know - the normal price is fifty a pop, I'll let em go for forty each. If you only want to buy one, we can discuss buddying up and going to the con together. I'm in Tacoma, WA and might be able to split transportation costs with you if you're close-ish.

Cheers. SOMEONE HELP ME - I'M DESTITUTE AND NEED TO SEE MISHA COLLINS, GWAAAAR.

If you guys have the means to do this and don't take her up on it, may Jebas strike you down where you stand.

(for the record, my response to the title is: NO.)

The Best Grilled Cheese Ever

Two slices of bread (preferably the heels)
Butter on the sides of bread that will be in the pan
Swiss cheese
Mesquite turkey deli meat
Tomato (with pepper, salt optional)

omg nom. I love food so damn much.

So when I was a kid, I had American Girl Dolls and I thought they were the greatest thing ever. If I'm remembering correctly, I got several books from the library first, then fell in love with one series in particular. I saved up my money and eventually spent $95 on Addy, who was my favorite. And when you're about 10 years old, $95 is a shitload of money. For the next few birthdays and Christmases, I got different clothes and accessories for her and eventually saved up my money again to buy Josefina and her books. This time, I splurged and got her accessories, too. Later, for another Christmas, my parents gave me a doll that was meant to look like me.

(she didn't and she was boring and didn't have any cool stories and I didn't like her very much)

When I lost interest, my mom sent Addy, Josefina, and Not Me doll to my grandma's house, where they took up residence in the basement. For the next ten years or so, they were thoroughly played with by my three cousins and any other friends they brought over. And when they lost interest, they were banished to the basement.

Until my grandmother showed me an article she'd found, talking about how these dolls were now "collector's items" and could be sold for a couple hundred dollars each. So I trekked down to the basement, found Addy and Josefina (Not Me was not present, nor was she missed) and all of their clothes and accessories and tried to see if they were salvageable.

They... kind of are.

Thing is, it sounded really weird to me that they would be worth so much money. They're not very old and I was surprised that American Girls had stopped selling them - which was justified since, when I visited the website, I saw that they haven't stopped selling them. You can still buy Addy, Josefina, and all the other historical characters and their books for $95 each, or add in the accessories for a total of $114. So I checked eBay to search for any dolls up for sale, and aside from mint-condition dolls with accessories, books, and extra outfits, none of them were selling for even $90.

So that magazine lied.

Still, fact remains that I've got two dolls and a bunch of outfits that I'm certainly not using and neither are my 19 and 16 year old cousins. They're taking up room in my grandmother's basement and I only have a vague sense of attachment. And while it would be cool to pass them on or something, for one reason I am not yet an aunt and have no small children to send them to, and for another Addy has the most unmanageable hair in creation and everyone knows one of the best parts of playing with dolls is messing with their hair. Addy has horrible, horrible hair that I've only just managed to get into a bun with the use of four bobby pins. Josefina isn't much better and I have no idea how to wash their hair.

So I probably won't.

Right now, I'm in the process of washing all their clothes to get the basement smell out, then I'll pack it all up and ask ghost0reveries to put them up on eBay... maybe.

I'm actually torn. I could use the money but these dolls aren't in mint condition, neither are the clothes and accessories, and it's not going to be a ton of money. So do I sell them or drop them off at Goodwill for... whoever?


This is a weird conundrum, but I have a free day today to play with dolls and I'm gonna.

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So yesterday, my boss was teasing me about a guy that had come in to buy a phone, because she thinks he was flirting with me. I told her my top was not nearly low-cut enough that day to warrant that kind of attention. Then I told her that I would be uncomfortable dating a nineteen year-old (which this guy was). Her reply was to tell me that one of their old employees is around my age, and lives in the same housing district as my grandparents.

...

I was so pleased that none of my relatives had bugged me about dating yet. Now I have a surrogate grandmother trying to set me up. Of course, this relationship comes with a paycheck, so it's slightly easier to tolerate.


I HAVE THIS WHOLE WEEKEND OFF FROM BOTH JOBS oh man, I am going to sleep the hell out of the next two days. I'm liking kennel job but soooooooo daaaaaaaaaamn tiiiiiiired.