Friday, July 3, 2009

   outydc
Thanks for the comments people. I'm a little tired so don't want to ramble on and on replying. If I'm tired why a happy face and not a question mark one? I'll elaborate.

Wens. I worked out on the factory floor because no way was I filing. I hate that with a passion. So, Wens. was the first day all four of us were working together again. Since there hasn't been any work since the auction we were told to sweep out the loading docks. Loading docks are full of dirt and dead fledgelings. So I went and got rid of the dead birds since everyone else was too grossed out/creeped out. Grow the f*** up you guys. Really. Well, we're leaving dock 3 and I see another fledgeling. Then I notice it watching us, so I jump off the kalamazoo (_{^{the thing we ride on that I got tossed from at 40mph}}) and go to move it from the road. It was a little robin and he bit me. But I'm sitting there picking him up, really carefully since it looked like he crashed hard. I hear screaming behind me so I look over. The daddy robin was attacking the other three. Kurt (the driver) bailed out and ran off. My sister jumped off and ran. Brandon grabbed a broom. And I'm just calmly walking over to the grass to get the bird to safety. I was laughing so hard after I left the bird. And I gues because Kurt was all shook up we right after crashed into a guard rail. I flew into the engine but managed to jump aside before I got burned. Kurt and my sister already got bad burns from the engine and I wasn't about to join them.

Thurs. was the most awesome day ever for two reasons. First, Brandon was gone and we had no work what-so-ever. The three of us just went outside and picked up trash near the propane tanks. Then, adrenaline spike for me. Kurt crashed the kalamazoo into a brink thing. Which was hilarious, but then him and my sister decided to put me on the thing to back it up. So they shift it into reverse since I have no idea which gear is which since they're not labeled and I don't drive a stick. I asked Kurt to double check since he drives the most. So he did, I get on and back it up off the brick. Since I was on the brick and straight I hit the gas. The thing shoots forward and Kurt was still standing there with his hands on the front from pushing it. He didn't move. I don't know why his instinct was to freeze, but it was. Lucky us, I crashed into the sod that he was standing on so I didn't kill him. Bad news, a machine that weights over 1000lbs. is now in sod, and it's starting to rain. And we're technically not supposed to be outside. We put it in neutral and the three of us rocked it out of the sod. Then with some twisting and turning, we got it to were we could drive away. This incident tops the bird one now since I didn't kill Kurt and we didn't get caught.

Thrus. after the sod thing we drove out of dock 1. There was a big open gate leading to one of the main roads. Kurt drove us up but chickened out so we turn around. My sister screams and we see the gate is closing. We flip out and speed back into the factory. The security guards were messing with us. But what really made Thurs. awesome was what happened at lunch. After weeks of trying to explain, I finally pull out a calander and point out my leaving date to my dad. He spazzed and went to my supervisor's supervisor and said I just gave notice. Yep, the 16^th is my last day.

Today I worked a half day with just my sister. Well, there was no work so we literally stood around until about 10:45 when our supervisor said we could leave. We were supposed to leave at 11:30. We still get paid for 11:30. I had to drive the kalamazoo. We almost got hit by a picinic table on a fork lift. My sister found a bumper sticker in this area we're not supposed to be in. We taped that on the front. She sent a picture to Kurt and it made his day. See, the bumper sticker was one about marriage being between a guy and girl. Now, I'm not religious but I do believe that. Marriage is about exclusive breeding and gay people can't do that. They can get all the same rights married people do, I don't care about that. But marriage is about breeding. Married couples who don't breed aren't really married. So, Brandon is a flammer and says he's engaged, which I'm confused about because you can't get married in this state and this is where they plan on living. I don't get it, but anyway, he calls his boyfriend his fiance and all that stuff. So we put that sticker on to see how long it takes for him to notice it. If you think I'm being intolerante, well, you haven't had this guy following you around for two months.

And that's it for me. Some fun at work, but mostly I was very very annoyed. I leave that part out. Oh yeah, we drove through a lot of caution tape too. Fun stuff. Two week notice, I'm happy. And to make things more awesome, Migaloo was spotted. They say he'll be going by Cape Byron any day. I wish he'd go by when I was there but it's still awesome.
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Saturday, June 27, 2009

   ucoirxy
Question mark mood= I'm really not sure...hungry, tired, nervous, excited, annoyed, and other stuff probably.

Thanks for the comments, Kelsey and Bobby. I know you guys are driving home right now Bobby, but I was very ammused by the references. I meant to mention that. And no worries, Kelsey, I never get drunk. I don't like the taste enough to get wasted. I just want to be able to deal with it because now it's like this thing I have to over come. In Australia people don't go down to the pub to get wasted, they go for a conversation and casual drink. I just needed to get rid of my vodka before my drunkard younger sister found it.

Well, sad week for all famous people. Three big time guys died. It must be very strange for all these people you grew up with to die like that. Jackson was the same age my father is now, so that's uncomfortable just a bit. I wish people would stop talking about it though. He's dead, they're dead, nothing will change that. There was a very interesting article on the first images of a memory being formed. It got bumped instantly for six/seven stories about Jackson's autopsy. Bumping science for the famous will be the death of our race. Science is all, fame is nothing. Of course I am a scientist but seriously. They have so many new researches proving increduble things but you never hear about it because so-and-so is dating or so-and-so got arrested. Interesting thing about me, I was listening to Smashing Pumpkins while reading all the science articles. So it's all talking about synapses and I'm thinking "interesting, brilliant, great study" while Cherub Rock or whatever song it was was blaring at me. Not the traditional scientist.

So I think I'm going to use my money to bring my horse here and stuff. I have enough for boarding already, from Aug-Dec, but I'll need a little more to pay for a vet and carrier. He needs shots and all this stuff since he's crossing a couple states. We might be in a recession, but no way am I giving up my horse. Not every thirteen year old girl who wishes for a pony manages to go buy one, and I did, so yeah. The whole Pokemon thing hit at just the right time. Haha, selling a single card for five bucks, not too shabby. So, yeah, not the most honest way to get the cash to buy him, but I still did it. I'm hoping to get over there and do all this in Aug, really really early in Aug, possibly in July if we get out of work. Then I can grab my dress for Operation Fake Wedding.

I just completely lost my train of thought. Um, so my best friend leaves for an 18 month mission to Urugway. Wish her luck and safety, and all that. I leave 8/16 and I don't come back until 11/19. I'm so excited but now it's starting to hit me that I'm leaving. I'm going to be in a different country with a group of people I don't know. Phht, I've survived worse.
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Saturday, June 13, 2009

   gyufx
Question mark mood= we are getting a storm tonight my head is splitting! really tired, hungry, not happy but eh.

I obviously can't come over this week. I have to work on my three off days and I have to work tomorrow. I don't get a weekend at all and I'm so annoyed about it. I might be able to come after the job but Cas will be long gone then. I miss Sherman. We talked a lot about him during the Belmont. That would be awesome if you came over here. You could see the house before we got rid of it. (I'm adressing Bobby if others see this because she commented.)

I almost random jumped up to get food. I'm starving. I was at work today so I didn't get to eat as much as I would on a Sat. I work tomorrow too. I'm going to just say I really hate my job and all the people so I don't have to rant. I did that to Cas already. I was so insulted yesterday. Fri. was...well, so I'll talk about that. As to why I was insulted I won't say. You'll either pick up on some of it or not.

I'm working with Brandon because he follows me everywhere. A person gets on the intercom but I don't pay attention because you can never understand them. Right after that he gets a text from his mom tells us not to come up for break. We thought that was weird but assumed corporate was there or something. Two slugs come by and start being sleazy jerks, I hear "blood everywhere" and ask what was going on. A deer, a fawn, had run through an office window. I ran all over the cubicle area before running into the mail room and bleeding to death. That was the announcement on the intercom, that a deer was loose in the factory. So I tell them I'll go up and do the blood. I'll even take care of the deer, who is alive at this point. They say no. My father tells people I'll get nightmares. So, yeah, yesterday a deer died in the building. Poor thing. Can you fingure out the insult I was feeling? My entite past, my present, my future; figure that out. My dad did apologize for saying that after work was over.

So, other work news, I was forced into working today and Sun. And next week I'm supposed to have three days off but instead they moved me up to the offices to file. I refused to work weekends and on my vacation, but my dad is in charge so I was forced. I'm so mad I would hit something but I'm way too tired. I don't get any sort of break until this day next week. When you really don't care about money and hate your job this is nothing short of torture. And Brandon is on my nerves again. He won't stop complaining. I probably had something more to say on him but I ran upstairs to look at the ducklings. So fuzzy.

Oh, I got a dress for Australia. I'll have to get pictures. Not with me wearing it, just of the dress. I hate my picture being taken. I never look like me in my pictures. I come out too pale or just demented looking. But Cas thought it would be funny if I staged a wedding when I was in Oz since my dad is so convinced I'll get married and not come back. So I'm going to have to get my creme dress I got in Cozumel back from her. I can't just go buy a white one for a staged wedding because I'll never wear it again. I don't do white. It gets dirty to easy and is usually see-through. Yeah, no thanks. I'm going to have to keep this in mind so I don't forget it. Finding a guy at the pub willing to pose as my hubby for a couple pictures wil be fun.

And in semi-Oz related news, I'm working on the beer thing. Beer is just so...fremented. Think about it, it's rotten barley. That's nasty. But it would be nice to be able to have a beer and strike up a intelligent/political conversation while I'm abroad, so I had a beer yesterday and one today. The smell, ugh, toothpaste please. They do like talking American politics over there. They have no idea what is actually going on since everything is shoveled in through the media and you know the only source you can really trust is the first one. So I'll have fun educating them on our taxes and stuff. Oh, I'm ticked about the taxes. I actually pay taxes now so now I can be ticked. They take more than a day's pay from me in taxes every week. At the end of the month it adds up to me not getting paid for a whole week. And I really hate my job so that sucks even more. -sigh- And our taxes are going to skyrocket soon too. Yippy.

Alright, since I'm talking about taxes I guess I'm finished. Really though, I'm an anarchist who pays taxes (_{^{because I'm not going to jail for something like that}}), so I'm even more ticked off. But that's all. I know only one person who reads these possbiliy saw the Stanley Cup last night so I won't go on about it. Dudes carrying sticks running on ice on knives, come on people, it's cool.
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