getting ready for curling up in bed eventually. comfy sweats and stuff, takin off shoes is nice.
our department manager jus got back from his one-week vacation (which was nice for the rest of us) and apparently the past few weeks he’s been battling being sick. probably why he’s been so bitchy. he went to the hospital today to see what’s wrong with himself, din’t hear anything after that but I spose I’ll find out more thursday.
dun have much new to say, but I’m mostly tired so I guess that’s probably why.
think drawing has improved quite a bit, and I’m not horrible at coloring anymore. practice makes perfect.
really getting into FF Tactics and Sword of Mana and monster rancher advance 2.
really really really fucking tired and zoney.
feel like I’m underwater and taking slow-mo pills from Max Payne. >.<
*yaaaaaaaawn*
it's weird to have reactions, and not know why you're reacting. jus see yerself reacting, and then the slight feeling of happiness that somebody knows what they're doing.
heard my friend cliff shouting hello to me and I didn't hear it until a few seconds after he said it. or rather, I heard it, but it didn't occur to me that I'd heard it until a few seconds later. I then turned (that was the reaction I didn't know I was having) and waved at him, and he walked by saying he was tired, and I nodded and smiled and thought, "I'm tired too" but didn't say much.
and now I'll take off the shoe I've unlaced.
went to my friend dave's new condo last night and got to meet his old buddy alex. condo is really nice and big and white. are all condos white??
alex was funny and he looks like jim carey, which I think is awesome. jim carey's cuuuute XD alex can even do the weird face-manipulations jim can. hehehehe.
I got pounced a bunch and we wrestled a lot. I also met Dave's neighbor, Heather. she was awesome and strong and I went and interrupted her yearbook thingy with alex. I was also really really loud and obnoxious, cause I felt weird about meeting two new people and not eating for several hours and being insanely tired. I think she probably didn't like me very much and I feel like crap cause I saw myself being obnoxious but couldn't stop myself cause I'm always like that when my hypoglycemia acts up. is it like, a cross between hypoglycemia and hyperactivity?? maybe the hypoglycemia enhances the hyperactivity. I'm familiar with the latter, and most definetly remember not being able to control myself. seeing myself doing something wrong and not being able to stop it. it's like the "off" switch is just out of my line of vision, and then the really-fast-brain-movement hops somewhere else before my brain can concentrate enough to find it.
anyway.
I'ma try to get some sleep now, need to get my other shoe off my other foot, and take some clothes off and such.
g'night yall, sleep tight.
was fuuuun last night, I remember that!
and, jus so you know –
Cheese Is Good
Monthly Archive for June, 2004
purplemonster was acting weird, but only on one of his partitions, the one with xp pro.
soooo, I go to re-install it, and discover the best thing in the world (which 98 shoulda had): repair!!
and I don’t even have a brand-name computer (does kitty, ink count??), and -definetly- no recovery disks.
it’s lucky I am that I’ve got two OSes on here, eh? can’t install XP from DOS (friggen pos) so I hadta install it from 98.
ah vhell. 
at least he’s workin again, and I backed up my documents and settings folder, so all I hadta do was reboot in 98 once
xp was installed, and reinstate my old stuff.
hehehehehe.
he.
spent the last part of today (first part was being lazy in the vicinity of tj) with tj, helpin him fix games (I’m really good at it, ever since I bought some GBA games.
today, I helped him fix games by playing FF Tactics.) also got some B vitamins in the hopes that they’ll aid me in my not-wanting-to-be-cranky-anymore-ness.
and stuff.
uuuuhm.
also got acidophilus. jus cause.
good for stomach flu, and people’re sick. dun wanna get sick.
yea!
I’m insanely tired.
I’m hoping I’ll get, like, five hours of sleep tonight.
that’d be nice.
only cure I know for insomnia is bonking yourself over the head, and cumming a -lot-.
since bonking hurts, I’ve been forced to do the latter, and damn but that makes you sleepier the next morning than ya woulda been if you hadn’t, but then you wouldn’ta been able to sleep, so blah. whatever.
I’ve become rabidly addicted to Nora Roberts. People at work call me Nora cause they see me with her books all the time. I sometimes take a split second of time to roll my eyes at them, but in most cases not, cause she’s a -damn- good writer.
one of my favorite Supervisors is quitting cause our department manager is being an anal bitch. donno what crawled up his ass. he’s been a fucktard to all of us the past week. you’d think he’d be nicer since we help him get his fucking paycheck, but whatever. I’m seriously pissed cause he doesn’t even give a damn about the supervisor, and I happen to think the aforementioned supervisor is one of the best we have. he used to be the manager of the blockbuster over in fremont, then he quit, but when he was planning on quitting his bosses all had the courtesy to take him aside and ask what was wrong, why he felt the need to leave. so far he hasn’t experienced that here at our beloved fry’s. a lot of why he’s leaving.
when our current dept. manager took over, I had a lot of doubts, but they faded kinda. then he started treating us like he was playing a fricken game, where he was the fleet commander and we were all his npcs to do with as he pleased. “go here” and “go there” and “do this” and when we don’t do it, he gets mean and berates us for not answering his every beck and call.
I’m not talking “go clean the shelves” or “your aisle’s messy, clean it up”
I’m talking “get five fry’s cards today” (things that are dependent not only on the customer’s wish to have -another- credit card, and a stupid one at that, but on your ability to lie, the customer’s gullibility, and, don’t let me forget, the number of invisible customers as compared to the visible ones.)
I understand he’s gettin it up the ass if we don’t get any cards, but he sure as hell doesn’t know how to ask us to get ‘em.
our old boss (the one who went to sunnyvale) was superb at it. donno how he did it, but we’d all get ‘em, and we always met our quota. and we didn’t fucking hate his guts.
at least I didn’t, but I’ve heard he treated girls better than he treated guys. whatever.
I feel mistreated/underappreciated at work, and I spose that’s how the supervisor feels. our paychecks have also been rather lacking recently, and we’ve all been putting in six-day weeks. getting paid less than we woulda been paid had we worked five. whatever.
fucking sucks.
commission is the stupidest thing on earth.
at Best Buy, they start you out at ten bucks an hour, but only 12-20 hours a week (until they like you, or something).
I kinda wanna go there, but you can only wear tan pants, and on a bike, those get really dirty.
I like fry’s, I really do, but I am slowly hating the manager. I love the supervisors, they’re the best people to work with, and I love my co-workers.
gaaah.
I’m reaaally stressed out, and I’ve snapped at TJ a couple times, makin me feel like a huuuge pile of dog-doodoo.
started crying at work the other day when my manager said, “stay til four thirty” without -any- question. didn’t ask. told me. fucking TOLD me.
how fucking underappreciated is that?
I mean, it’s nice he needs me and all, but he’s got no courtesy to -ask-??
so I walked off crying, and the store manager saw me and asked what was up, so I told him.
my boss came by a while later and said I could leave at four, but I didn’t wanna be a crybaby so I left at four thirty anyway.
whatever.
so, I’m hoping the vitamin B helps.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
wow, pushing a button for an extended period of time certainly helps my mood some.
=)
