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I went down to the comic shop this afternoon to keep Sara company. Chris is in Cincinnati at that Botcon thing, and I gotta say, it's been very nice and quiet. We should send him away more often. *laughs*

So I'm heading from my house to the shop, which is normally about a ten minute drive. I get about a mile from the house and traffic is stopped. Well, it's about 4:00, so traffic gets a little slow. No big deal. Until I'm sitting there for 20 mintues. Traffic starts back up and I get another couple of miles, to the bypass. And then I sit there for half an hour, moving about a couple of feet a minute. I ended up in traffic for an HOUR.

I did notice that the eastbound on-ramp to I-64 was closed. I called Sara, and she said she wasn't sure what was going on, but she had heard from a couple of customers that there was some kind of oil or chemical spill on the interstate. Yep.

And because of that, they were rerouting ALL the interstate traffic through downtown Morehead. Fucking fantastic. And now there's this stench that's hanging around outside, so I had to shut the windows and turn the AC on. I hate that. I don't like turning on the AC unless it's absolutely necessary. When I was in Arizona, air conditioning was a necessity of life. In Louisiana, there were plenty of days you could do without it, if you had a place with ceiling fans and good shade. I just hate using it because there is a some chemical crap floating around in the air. That shit's part of why I hated Phoenix so much.


Sep. 25th, 2007 08:55 am
dextra: (Firefly - I can kill you with my brain)
Still hate football.
dextra: (Heroes - I see what you did there)


I checked the DVR and it's not recording until Saturday. *HEADDESK HEADDESK HEADDESK*
dextra: (I have the dumb)
Ok, since CJ's phone is out of comission, I bought one of those little Tracfones for Mom to use, thinking that we should be able to pop the SIM card from his phone into it and she should be able to use his line while she's here. She let Goober take her phone back up to KY with him and Beth in case of an emergency. For some reason, I can't get it to work. Even the SIM that came with it won't work. I did the registration thing online like the instructions said. I know it takes up to a few hours for the registration to go through, but it just keeps telling me that it's an invalid SIM (both the CJ's card and the card that came with it). Anyone know anything about this kind of crap? I'm about to go play cellphone baseball very shortly.
dextra: (Natalie bottle smash)
Is it 5:00 yet? I have a powerful urge to drink myself stupid.
dextra: (I can kill you with my brain)
If I was chatting with anyone last night and I suddenly disappeared, I apologize. I had about 15 chat windows pop up on me at once, it crashed Trillian, and I gave up on it for the night. I think I'm going to be cutting my time very short on chats in the future. It's not that I don't like talking to people, but my chat friend list is fucking huge. I've got over a hundred people on my Trillian list (combination of everyone from MSN, Yahoo, and AIM). And while I don't really talk to most of them, it seemed like last night everyone was wanting to talk to me. I don't know why.

And for fuck's sake, I don't really feel like being pulled into a 20-person group chat the second I pop online. Y'know, you could ASK me if I want to join in first. I think that's only fair. There may be one or two specific people I want or need to talk to. I'll probably just set myself to permanently invisible for a while, cause I can't deal with that.

Oh, and Annette, I'm sorry I bailed on you, but when Trillian crashed, it took down Firefox with it (I don't have Google IM proper, just the in-brower Gmail thingie).

Eyes are burny again. I think I'm gonna have to make a trip to the after-hours clinic and see if they can't give me something. I wish Benny would get on the ball about getting me all my paperwork and getting it done so my insurance would kick in. It's not entirely his fault, but he has more power than I do to get this shit accomplished. Hopefully when he gets back on Monday I can pester him some more about it.

In other news, I changed my layout. I found this one on [ profile] premade_ljs. I tweaked it a bit though. The text sizes were tiny, and the layout was too skinny. I really should make an effort to learn more about HTML and CSS. I can look at it, and through trial and error, make little adjustments, but I can't write it.

Gorram it.

Apr. 11th, 2007 05:55 pm
dextra: (I have the dumb)
I left my phone at the office. And I told people I was gonna call. *headdesk* It's been one of those days.

On the upside, my eyes are feeling much better. I put my contacts in when I got home, and they feel ok. I didn't want to try to wear them to work and then end up with fucked up eyes by lunchtime. I mean, I always keep a case, a bottle of solution and my glasses in my purse just in case, but I try to keep them in if I can.

Now I'm at a loss cause I had planned on making all these calls (the kids, my mom, my sister to chew her out, etc.). I can email mom and Chris to let them know why I didn't call back, I suppose. Not like they actually CHECK their email, but at at least I can say I tried. *snort*

Two hours.

Apr. 9th, 2007 04:21 pm
dextra: (Natalie sez you a beeyotch)
Two fucking hours, y'all. That's how long I spent going back and forth with Cingular and other tech support people, and got NOTHING done to get the boss' phone fixed. I just walked in the conference room and told him I hate his phone, and he gave me the thumbs up. I just said "Glad we're in agreement on this" and walked back in here.

I think I want to go home, drink heavily, and fall over. My good mood from this morning has been shot all to hell. Why did Ashley decide she HAD to go to Florida? She's not in college anymore, spring break is not a valid reason, if you ask me. If she were here, I wouldn't be dealing with this shit, but since she's not, I get to deal with her shit AND mine. Fuck.

Shoot me. Please. Right here. *points at forehead*

Thank the gods the workday is almost over. I'm tired.


Mar. 6th, 2007 08:41 am
dextra: (Preacher follow my orders)
So CJ and I were on the way home last night. We're in the center lane (three lanes per direction) and this Honda Element on the left just jumps right in front of us, with no warning, no signal, nothing. CJ slams on the brakes and we go sliding into the right lane, which was thankfully not as occupied.

As soon as we get righted, I hear liquid sloshing. I look in the back, and a bottle of bleach had come tumbling off the rear bench seat and BROKE OPEN in the middle of the floorboard. Needless to say, I was livid. Not only was it on the floor, it got all over my favorite black sweater, which is now ruined.

The woman driving the SUV was oblivious, because she was on her phone the entire time! She continued to weave in and out of lanes. I got her license plate number and called the police, told them what happened. They said they'd put a call out to keep an eye out for her, but I doubt they'll actually do anything, since there wasn't any sort of collision. *sigh*

We actually got up next to her at the next light. We already had all the windows open due to the fumes, so she got an earful. Or she would have, if she'd had the ovaries to actually roll her window down. She never took the phone from her ear though. She just got all wide-eyed and kept talking to her phone.

THAT is why I can't stand talking on the phone while I'm driving. If it rings, I'll answer it, but I'll say that I'm driving, and I'll call them back. On the interstate, when I'm in cruise mode, occasionally I'll carry on a quick conversation, but that's it. Until I get a earpiece or something, I don't do that while I'm driving. And ESPECIALLY not in rush hour traffic!


Shit happens, and if you don't pay attention, it's probably going to happen all over you. So now my van reeks of bleach, and the exposure to the fumes on the way home made me wake up with a nosebleed this morning. Thanks a lot, bitch.
dextra: (kitty serious business)
Dude, seriously. CJ needs to stop texting me and telling me to call people for him. I'm working too! He was doing it while I was in a meeting and was like "Call Jen and tell her to tell Brian to call me, he's got his phone off". Uh, no. I'm not a friggin' operator. I texted him Jen's number under the table and told him to call her himself. *makes strangling motions*

And today is one of those days where I've been in meetings because we're undergoing some "restructuring". Like my job title has changed from Purchasing Assistant to Project Control Assistant. Am I doing anything different? Not really. But it could mean more money down the line, so hell yeah. it five o'clock yet?!
dextra: (Can we fix it)
That's the sound of my head bouncing off my desk. For some reason (and this is the kind of thing that could only happen first thing in the morning) the hot water in the bathtub won't shut off. I took a shower this morning, and the water turned off just like always. Then CJ took a shower and it went all screwy. He's home trying to fix it now. I had to convince him to do that. He was just going to go to work and leave the water running all day. O_o

I'm just glad that I'm at work so I don't have to listen to the water run. It was seriously stressing me out. Whoever said that running water is a calming sound never had to listen to a faucet that wouldn't shut off.
dextra: (Chocolate covered pretzel)
Just when the king cake that Martin brought in the other day was just about gone, vendors have come by today and dropped off 2 more. And one of them is cream cheese filled. *whiny temper tantrum* I WANT!!!

So tired...

Oct. 5th, 2004 02:57 am
dextra: (gene pool)
I hurt my back pretty bad at work tonight. Pretty bad night all around. Shorthanded, everyone was bitchy. Tabatha pissed me off and I sent her home. She's probably still pissed at me, but she didn't even want to be there anyway, so really I did her a favor. Then I had to go get some sauce and the damn sauce vat was stuck to the floor somehow, so when I went to drag it out of the cooler, something in my back went crunch. And then I couldn't straighten back up for about a half-hour. Then it took me and Ashley until 1am just to get everything cleaned up so we could leave. Of course, it would have been a lot easier if we had dishwashing soap. We ended up having to use some degreaser in the dishwater, and I ran out of gloves, so I couldn't help with that, since my hands are a wreck again. Right now I'm just trying to tell myself to be patient. It's only a few more weeks, and then I can tell em to piss off. Oh, how I can't wait for that day to come.
dextra: (foamy)
It's strange. I wonder why is it that when you're happy, people make you want to feel guilty for it? In the past week, since CJ and I got back together, I've been feeling this way. Almost everyone around me has given almost the same response to the news.

Me: So CJ and I are back together
Person: That's great!
Me: And I'm moving down to Louisiana to be with him.
Person: You can't do that! You can't move!

Granted, most of the people that say that are my coworkers, and are used to having me around every day. One girl in particular, we'll call her The Plague (because her advanced state of facial acne and rot lend to a general plague area theme) nearly had a conniption on me this afternoon. It went something like "NO! You can't go! You have to stay here with me! You're not allowed to leave this town!" I calmly tried to reason with her that there is not really much going for me here, and I'd be happier. And, regardless of my move there or not, if everything goes as hoped with Middling Faire, I would most likely be headed for Massachusets anyway. This was not good enough for The Plague. "No, you have to stay here!" she insists. "So I'm supposed to stay here, in this fucking black hole of culture and intelligence, when I could be somewhere else making five times as much money? Is that what you're saying?" Yes, it was, she says. I quickly suggested she get a lobotomy. Then she even went so far as to say that when CJ called (I was waiting for a call from him) she was going to tell him off for "taking my best friend away from me." This blew my mind for a moment. I couldn't stop my mouth from speaking. "Well, if I'm your best friend, I'd hate to see what an enemy looks like." She's not the brightest bulb in the box, so what I said to her may sink in by sometime tomorrow afternoon.

In other news, I finally feel like I'm qualified to give dating and relationship advice again, seeing as how I've been through the entire spectrum of relationship joys and woes. As an example of my infinite wisdom, I posted this bit of advice on Bottalk in a thread about dating:

Girls, if you like a guy, tell him. Hanging around and acting all cute and flirtatious doesn't always work. You could be just wasting your time, and he may not pick up on it. The direct approach is best. For example, leap onto his back and scream "YOU BELONG TO ME NOW!" That usually works. Or gets you a restraining order. I forget which.
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After all the work I did looking for a decent apartment, I found a GREAT one. And in our budget. When I refer to our, I mean myself and my brother (who I'll get to in just a second). The place is new, built in the last few years. It's a townhouse apartment, on Willow Street. It's on the east end of town, and I lived in that area for a couple of years after the kids were born. There are better parts of Mt. Sterling, but there are much, much worse. Two bedrooms, one and a half baths, range, fridge, dishwasher, washer and dryer, ceiling fans, central heat and air....and all for only $400 a month. You CAN'T beat that around here. Plus the landlord is a friend of my family, so he's sympathetic to my situation, but still, a landlord. The deposit was only $200, so I went and paid that today and signed the lease. So, things are all wrapped up nicely except for getting the utilities started. Right?


About an hour after I get home, I get a phone call from my dear brother. He's irate that I'd signed a lease without him seeing the place first. Now, while I would normally agree with that, this time I don't. Reason for that being that when I asked him to help me look for a place, he said he would, but didn't. Then he told me that he would be happy with whatever I would pick, he trusted my judgement. Apparently fucking not. He screamed at me. My brother screamed at me. The last time that happened....I went apeshit on him. This time, I was just in shock at the audacity. I made all the phone calls. I did all the searching and footwork. He didn't even lift a finget to help. And NOW he's going to complain? Hell no! Among his reasons for not liking the place, sight unseen:

"I don't want to live close to that many people, I wanted a place out in the country."
Well, sorry, if you wanted a place in the country, then maybe you should have helped me look. I can't stand living that far out. And I'm not living in the middle of nowhere. My car isn't legal right now. If something were to happen to the kids and I needed to get them to the hospital or something, I don't want to have to wait for an hour for an ambulance to get there. Furthermore, there's a little grocery store less than 100 yards from the front door. Hello, convenience, heard of it?

"It stinks on that end of town in the summer"
Can't argue against a fact. It does. But we have central heat and air there. So I don't see what the problem is. I lived a block from there for 2 years, and it's not that bad. Not bad enough to turn down this kind of a deal.

"I want a place I'm not going to be ashamed to bring my friends to."
Dude, you don't have a place to bring your friends to NOW. You're sleeping on granny's couch, and you shouldn't even be staying there. If the building manager finds out, you'll get her evicted. Beggars can't be choosers, Christopher. Get off the damn high horse.

"I'm a man! I want a place where I can go take a piss outside if I want."
First of all, no. The arrangement was that I was going to find a place for me, and you were going to move in so we could help each other get back on our feet, and then you were going to find your own place. I don't want you pissing all over my yard! There's two toilets, if that's not enough, then I don't know what else to tell you.

In other words....if you can't deal with it, go get a place by yourself! I kept you in mind the entire time I was looking. I could have taken that trailer I looked at last week, and you would have had a closet for a bedroom. And there were neighbors there too.


Well, the next two weeks is going to be dedicated to hardcore job hunting. So just in case he's going to be a bitch about things, I can do this on my own, which I wanted to do anyway. *shakes head* I know I can't make everyone happy, but can't I just get a little appreciation for my effort?


Mar. 5th, 2004 09:35 pm
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Well, for some reason, I'm at my grandmother's house tonight on her shitty Hewlett-Packard. I hate this computer. The only messenger I can use is Yahoo, which is not so bad, because the people I really want to talk to are there anyway. But no MSN messenger. Not because she won't let me use it. But because it just will not work on this computer. Nor can I get into Hotmail, which is REALLY making me crazy. So if anyone has emailed me anything, I'm sorry. I won't be able to respond until tomorrow.

I ran spybot on here and cleared all the spyware and other such crap. It's sped things up a bit, but still no MSN or Hotmail. So I'm rather annoyed by that.

I'm also annoyed by the fact that my mother didn't ask me if I would come over here. It was like as soon as I woke up, she told me "You and the kids are going to your grandmother's tonight." I wouldn't mind so much if she had asked me if I would go. But she just told me. Sometimes I think that she still thinks I'm a kid she can tell what to do. Even though I have kids of my own. Fucking pisses me off. Goosfraba. Or some shit.

But I'm picking up my car tomorrow, so YAY for that. Now I just need to get insurance and tags back on it and I'm ready to roll. I hate bumming rides. Now I can go get my taxes done and hopefully get something back. *crossing fingers, toes, eyelashes, and eyes*
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It's 8 am and I'm all hyper on coffee cause I've been up all night. Again. And my mom just came in and showed me the ugliest little poodle. Anyway.

I've gotten on this cleaning kick lately. And anyone that's seen me on these kicks knows that I get a little insane with it. I mean, I've spent 3 days cleaning my mom's kitchen. It was DISGUSTING! Mom's idea of clean is everything just being picked up, put away, dishes washed. I mean, I've been here since October, and I don't think she's mopped the floor once. I thought about it a few times, but judging by the condition of the mop, I probably would have just made it worse. So I started with the refrigerator.

Major TMI about funky fridge )

But if you've never seen one of these sterilization frenzies of mine, they're really quite something to behold. I'll be up for about 2 or 3 days at a time, scrubbing every little thing in sight. I mean, crackheads would be amazed. Mom asked me why I was cleaning her boombox. "Because it's covered in an inch of grease and dust from being in your kitchen."
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Well, on top of an already JOYFUL fucking day, I just got fired from the shitty job at the video store. The bitch manager (who I never liked to begin with) says that the 3 times they had me on a drawer that I came up exactly $10 short at the end of my shift. Bullshit. I don't buy it. The first time I worked on a drawer, she told me that I was a couple of dollars short the next day, but it was no big deal, not to worry. Then today she asks me to come back to the office, and says that Kenny told her I was wanting more hours. This much was true. I'd only been working Mondays for a month. Then she goes into telling me about 2 other times that I'd come up short exactly $10. It had been a month, why didn't she tell me when it happened? And I tried to defend myself, but she kept talking over top of me, explaining the same thing over and over like a broken record. She said that she had wanted to give me more time, but with the money coming up short, she was afraid to, blah, blah, and then she finally comes out and says that she's going to have to let me go. That just came out of nowhere.

I hate being called a thief. I don't steal. I'm too strong of a believer in karma to do that. Why the fuck would I steal $10 from a video store? I just don't understand it. And what pisses me off more than anything is that I have more education than anyone in that store, but they treated me like I didn't know my ass from a hole in the ground. Christina had me use the calculator to add 81 and 74. I know why I was let go, and mom agreed. Matter of fact, she said it before I even had to tell her. Cynthia (the manager) and Christina (the assistant) want their buddies working there. Hard to hire said buddies when there are other people working those jobs. How better to make these jobs available than to discover that *gasp* these employees are STEALING! I've heard them talk. I'm not stupid. There is another girl there that they talk about like a dog. I've worked with her. She's a good kid. She did her work about the same as anyone else. But I have a feeling she'll be a victim to this shit too. Lucky for her that she already has another job.

Fuck em. I was going to quit when I got my car fixed anyway. But I was at least hoping to have another job lined up before I did. It's just a blow to my dignity to be treated like a common criminal. Cynthia kept saying "I'm not saying you stole it" over and over. I finally just held up my hand and said "Don't patronize me, Cynthia." Then I walked out of the office. Walked up front, called Mom to pick me up and told Kenny goodbye. He was surprised. He said he really liked working with me, and he would miss me. I didn't want to cry, but I did for a minute once I was outside. Gods I was livid. I've only been home for about 20 minutes, so right now I really just want to take a shower, smoke a joint, and go punch something. So I'm gonna go do that.
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superspic_99 : done snoozin', are ya?
dextradawn: yah
dextradawn: not going to morehead today after all. dammit
dextradawn: thanks for the...lovely "priceless" pics....i could have really done without seeing a couple of those this soon after waking up
superspic_99 : well, if ya didn't want to talk all yuo had to do was say so
dextradawn: i do...i'm just fixing lunch
dextradawn: i'll be back in a second
dextradawn: i'm back. with hot pockets
dextradawn: what, are you pouting now?
dextradawn: you there?
dextradawn: are you seeing this?

Nothing makes you feel quite as dumb as talking to yourself. I talked to another friend of mine, and he said YIM was acting a little wacky for him too. Damn the luck.



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