dextra: (Funny if it wasn't me)
I'm getting ready to head out on my first sales call, and if I make it through without totally fucking it up or puking on the client's shoes, it will be a good day.

Pray for me.
dextra: (Mongo)
I'm getting a bit nervous about the move. Ok, I've done the whole cross-country move before, but never all by myself. I'm just stressing about the whole thing. I've started tossing out stuff I don't want to take, the old computers and shit that Brian left here, and all that. I've put out a dozen or so queries about apartments I like.

My brother emailed me a few days ago and asked if I wanted a roommate. I suppose that wouldn't be too bad. Three bedroom apartments are a bit more expensive, and I told him that if he was absolutely sure that's what he wanted, that I would try to get a three bedroom. Because I need a room for the kids. That's not even debatable. Actually, I found a three bedroom place in the complex he's in now that runs about $700 a month. Which is hilarious to me, since around here, you can rent a shoebox for about that. But I told him that if he was willing to put up $300 a month, I'd do that.

I can deal with living with my brother. He's the one member of my family I'm really comfortable with. And in Lexington, we'd be away from the idiot friends he used to hang around with. He's cut off ties with them anyway, since he realized what scum they all are.

I'm due to break the news to the bosses that I'm leaving tomorrow. That's my last bit of news-breaking that I have to do. I'm setting my last day for the 25th, so it gives me a few days to get everything settled here. I'm just hoping that I can get through the next few weeks without too much stress. I might ask the doctor if I can get another refill of Atavan. I've just got a few of those left. I've been sweating like a beast all damn day. It's not hot outside. I've got the AC cranked. Fucking hot flashes or something. Great. *rolls eyes*
dextra: (LJ - Bored at work)
Benny (one of my bosses) is supposed to be on vacation this week. Yet somehow, in the last three days, he's given me more work than the entire month of December. What the hell! He's making the inevitability of my putting in my notice a lot easier. *grumble* After his last email, I told him that if he didn't stop sending me emails and go fucking relax, I'd be signing him up for so much gay porn that he'd have to marinate in holy water for a week to ever feel clean again. Stupid overachieving fucker.

I got application forms for one of the apartments I was looking at. Holy hell. There's the usual questions, but then they want employment verification and three credit references. I won't have a job when I get there, but I will. I suppose I could have Ashley do a little administrative fudging for me. But the credit references could be a problem. I really only have one current, and that's my car payment. Well, two, my student loan payment, but I'll have that paid soon. I'll just have to see if I can come up with a third. I don't have a credit card. Don't really want one either.

Gah. I hate the application process and all that. Makes me nervous as hell. And gives me a headache. I sent queries to three other places, and I'm hoping to hear back from them today. I'd be happy with any of them, but this one was my favorite. But, hopefully, their applications won't be quite so...invasive.

There's still beer in the fridge left over from the Christmas party. I wonder if I can convince David that Ashley and I are the best way of disposing of them. I don't think he'll buy that, but if he leaves early again today, he won't have to know. :p

Just FYI

Dec. 13th, 2007 03:01 pm
dextra: (LJ Procrastination)
I've been slammed busy with work this week. I was at Kinko's till after 7 last night, and I've got a dinner with the boss and some clients tonight. I've been trying to poke my head in here and comment on as much as I can, but eh. No time.

That, and LJ is being weird and icons won't load, so that's annoying.

I really don't want to do that shit tonight. I've got things I need to do. *sigh* Anyway, another week or so, then vacation. Which I'll probably need a second vacation to recover from.
dextra: (*runs like hell*)
Work babblings )


Jan. 31st, 2007 09:01 am
dextra: (Who's your daddy)
I'm feeling pretty irritable and crabby today. Don't feel like being here. Coffee does nothing. I think it's leftover stress that gets converted to concentrated bitch. Got a little bit of a headache too. Greeeat.

Bathtub got fixed yesterday, so that's good. Turns out a washer in the fixture needed replacing. I'd have never known. I know nothing about plumbing.

Dan (our friend from Phoenix) finally got moved to New Orleans. We're going to go down and stay with him on Mardi Gras weekend. That'll be fun. I've not actually been down in N.O. for that, so I'll be sure to take pictures of as many bare chests as I can. :p I'll even get out the real camera, assuming I can find it.

Speaking of which, I finally got all the pictures from the wedding off my phone, so I may post some of those later if I get time. I actually have stuff to do today. Whoo.
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: (Elvis has left)
Ok, seriously, if anyone sees me fucking around online this weekend, tell me to get off the damn computer and draw. I've got 50, count em, FIFTY fucking sketches due by next week. And that's just for one class. Five contour/cross-countour drawings, five large detailed sketches, and forty small (3x3 inch) sketches. They all have to be still life and they all have to be different. I think Tamara (the teacher) is a fucking sadist. A sweet, petite little blonde sadist.

And then there's whatever fresh hell that Halifax has in store for us tomorrow night. I got so aggravated with the last project he gave us, that I was back here in the office throwing something every five minutes. Note to self: X-acto knife blades bend funny after using it as a dart and sticking it in the door. They tend not to work very well after that, either.

I've gotta burn a cd to take to class tomorrow (we get to bring cds for the class to listen to while we work). And I must remember to get new headphones for my discman this weekend too. I can wear headphones in my drawing class. It helps drown out the children in class that won't shut up, as well as the culinary class next door. And it's the baking and pastry class too boot. Talk about torture.

Right. Burn cd, eat a burger, smoke a ciggie, hit the sack. In something similar to that order. Typing sucks when your fingers have been wrapped around a pencil for four hours.
dextra: (Trent bananas)
Seriously. This trying to cut and measure on the floor is for the fuckin' birds. And trying to draw on an 18 x 24" sketchpad while holding it on my lap is just NOT WORKING. *tears hair out*

I said I was going to wait until we moved to get one, but this bullshit (i.e. me screaming, cursing, throwing things and threatening bits of paper) is about to make me change my mind.
dextra: (Trent bananas)
Man, orientation day sucks no matter what kind of school you go to. So, after I deal with the rent situation (more on that later), I fly off to school because according to the itinerary, I was supposed to take a computer proficiency class at 11:00. This is so I can test out of a computer basics class. I've been through those. "And this, students, is how you right-click a mouse...."
You can only get so much accomplished in one day. )


Sep. 30th, 2004 06:43 pm
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Yesterday was strange. And today's still a bit weird. The boss came by to talk to me and Goob last night. And I could tell Goob was nervous before she got there, because he had everyone cleaing like crazy and he was pacing even worse than usual. So when she showed up, I was already in the back doing some paperwork. She wanted to talk to me first. And I was frantically searching my mind for something I may have done that would have gotten me in trouble, like locking the door a half hour early on Sunday night. But that wasn't it.

Apparently, some blabber-mouthed fuckwad told Lisa about me leaving before I had a chance to. I had just put my resignation letter in the safe along with the schedule. So she was asking me when my last day was going to be, and I told her, and asked her what she was going to do for management after I was gone. This is when things got bad. She said she was going to bring in a new (old) manager named Kurt. He had worked there for about 5 years with her when she was still working in the store. Not only that, but she was going to knock Goob down to assistant manager. I asked if my leaving brought all this on, and she said yes and no. She was going to bring Kurt on anyway. And she was going to demote Goob to assistant. And me, I asked? I would still be co-manager.


I told her I couldn't do that. If she were to leave me as manager and knock my brother down, I would have to quit. I couldn't do that to him. He had been there for so long. She said she was afraid of that, so hearing from me that I would be leaving was a relief. It hurt a bit. I'm glad she has faith in my ability to do my job, but it hurt me to know she thought Goob couldn't do his. But she was right about her main point. He's too soft-hearted. He doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. Friday night was homecoming night, and he let everyone go at 9 so that they could go to the dance. So that left him and James there by themselves. He even called her to ask if she could help them close up. Lisa is not a well person. She's constantly living a hair away from a stroke or heart attack. That was dumb on his part. But he is so afraid of making anyone mad at him that he buckles like a belt. I, on the other hand, have no problem with this.

So she told me first, and I really didn't want to know that. She said that for the next couple of weeks, he and I could remain managers, and Kurt was going to start on October 11th. So she talked to me about my leaving, asked what I was going to do, if I was happy, and all that. But I was still reeling from the news. Goob loves his job. Being the manager was everything to him. And when I was made co-manager, I felt bad because he seemed so hurt by it. He kept asking Lisa if he was still head manager. He wasn't really upset with me. He said that if anyone was going to do it, he was glad it was me.

So I had to go back up front and tell him that Lisa wanted to talk to him. I tried to listen while I was running around up there, but I only caught bits of the conversation. I could tell he was really upset. She called me back there to try to explain it to him and smooth things over to where he wouldn't be so upset, but I don't know what I could have said or done to make him feel any better.

We're still going to be on salary until Kurt starts. And then we'll be back on hourly, with less hours. I'm not even going to be management at all my last couple of weeks. So that is going to completely screw me over. As it is, after I pay my rent, I'll have $50 to my name. I'm not going to be able to do this, not without a fucking windfall of some sort. Of course, she didn't bother to tell us about all this until AFTER I put in my resignation. *bangs head on spiked wall*
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I've always hated deadlines. And the fact that the word "dead" is a a big part of that word doesn't help much either. At any rate, I've set a deadline for myself for moving to Louisiana. I've decided on November 5th. This is because CJ will be off the boat at that time, and I planned for my last day at work to be October 30th. I still need to have a talk with my boss about that.

Everyone else in the store knows I'm leaving except for her. I was holding off on that since the stress of Friday's corporate inspection was still on her, plus the remodeling. So I'm going to tell her this week. And hopefully there won't be any hard feelings. I think a month's notice is a good amount of time. I'm also going to talk to her about letting Tabatha be my replacement, if she even wants to have someone in the co-manager position. She tapped me for it, mainly because of how stressed Goob was getting. I think Tabby should get it after me, simply because she's been there longer. I wouldn't give it to her on her work ethic, though.

So I've decided the best course of action for moving is to go with the old standby U-Haul truck. The plan (in my head anyway) is to get their smallest truck, drive about halfway down and stop somewhere for the night, then leave in the morning to drive the rest of the way. Really, it's only about a 13 hour drive. But I'll have the kids with me. So breaking it up over 2 days is pretty much a necessity. The rate U-Haul gave me for a 10' truck is $589. They figured this for four days. I don't need it for four days. I only need it for 2 days. Of course, that was the rate I got from the website. I'm going to call them later today and see if I can't get it a little cheaper for only 2 days. But even if I only spend money on absolute necessities over the next month, I'll probably not have enough to do this. I also have to factor in gas money, a room for the night during the trip, meals, snacks, etc. I'll probably need about at least $800 total. I know I can come up with about half of that, probably a little more. I'll figure something out, hopefully soon.

I've just waited so long for this that I can't stand waiting any more. I've got the one person I want to spend the rest of my life with. And now I just can't wait for the rest of my life to get started.
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I got the thing with my stuff taken care of. That's one less stress, but there's more that will be taking its place. I'm getting there. I'm not sure where "there" is, but it's around the bend. I hate all this transitional crap. I just want all my things in my house, with a phone on, a net connection going, and my car behind the house gassed up and able to go anywhere. One thing at a time. I'm even surprised at how much patience I have been able to sustain in the past month. Usually I'm so easily irritated at the little things that when something major comes along (i.e. my present living situation) I tend to flip out. Amazingly, I'm way too calm.

If all goes according to plan, I could have a phone (a mobile anyway) within a couple of weeks, and the car tagged and insured shortly after. The net is on the back burner, as it's not a necessity (well, it is but it isn't...a phone will suffice for now). When I know when my next day off is (probably not until next week, I had my day off for this week yesterday), I'm going to go get my stuff moved from Morehead to the house. I've managed to trick a couple of people with trucks into helping me get it all moved. Now I just need to make sure that they can do it when I have the time. Or if I can get the day off when they can, whichever. It's kind of handy that my brother makes the schedules, even in Lisa completely rearranges it later.

Speaking of which, I'm going to have to talk to him about getting a more regular schedule. I opened this morning, and I'm closing tomorrow night, and I'm supposed to be opening again on Thursday morning. What the fuck? I can't deal with that, at least not for long. I understand that this week we had two people on vacation, I just don't want that to become a regular thing. And I didn't sleep last night because Goob had Julie over and of course Steven showed up with a sidekick not long after. I'd stayed up a little later than I should have because Ashley and Tabby brought Goob home and I wanted to talk to them. Tabby clued me in on a good prepaid cell phone deal through CellularOne, and I could get it cheaper if I buy her old phone from her instead of paying nearly a hundred for a new one. I think it's 250 anytime minutes a month and unlimited nights and weekends, which would be damn handy. I never call anyone during the day anyway unless it's a necessity.

ANYWAY...other than all that, I'm ok. All right, I'm lying. I'm lonely as hell. I miss my poopy boy. And he'd better start answering his phone, or I'm going to start leaving some "interesting" messages on his voice mail! Heh.
dextra: (purple eye)
Well, I've been gone for a couple of weeks so I thought I should drop in and at least let everyone know I'm still alive. And I am, barely. I've been working at Little Caesar's since the beginning of the month, and that's going ok, even though my boss is my little brother. He's cool about it though, and I've made some new friends from it.

Don't know when I'll be back online at the house. Right now I'm a little upset over some bad news I got yesterday, and there's not a lot I can do about it really. Just replace, oh, EVERYTHING I FUCKING OWN. It never ends. And while I do appreciate my brother getting me the job, I'm going to find something else in the next month or so. I can't get by on that little paycheck, even though I worked 55 hours last week.

I want to go back to school, so badly, but right now it's just not happening. I need to take care of bills and kids and other stuff more...and I know if I could just get through to graduation, I could be doing so much better. *bangs head against wall*

I always have to do things the hard way, don't I?
dextra: (linsner dex)
I'm staying here one more night because the rain has made it impossible to do any more moving tonight. And it's nearly midnight, so I'm fucking wiped out. My crazy mother was wanting to try to move a bed and a couch in the rain. I'm not a fan of soggy furniture. I'm just glad I decided not to take the computer, so I can at least spend one more night online before I have to go on my offline sabbatical. I've just been bumrushed into so much shit today it's not even funny. I didn't get as much accomplished as I'd hoped since I got such a late start.
Cut for longass babble )
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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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So I have approximately 10 days to get everything in order. One of these days maybe I'll learn to stop procrastinating. So I'm going later to go job hunting, hopefully I'll be starting the new year with a new job. I have to go up to Morehead one day next week and try to corner my advisor, because apparently phone calls and emails just don't get her attention. Kids have a doctor's appointment on Friday, and in addition to the other crap I have to do, I have 2 appointments at the Civic Center to deal with. One is to keep my daycare assistance going, and the other is so my case worker can bitch at me for not having a job yet. So if I get a job in the next day or so, it'll nip that in the bud. They still haven't given me the go ahead to fix my car, which is stupid to me, because how the hell am I supposed to get a job without a car to go hunt one down? When I got the estimate, the guy said that it would be just over $300, so if they won't do it, then I'll just have to use whatever money I can get the quickest to take care of that and get it tagged and insured. If I can just get it fixed and get it over here, I'd be happy with that. Then I can use my school money to get it tagged and insured for a few months.

I'm getting there, ever so slowly. Keep your fingers crossed for me people.
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I haven't officially withdrawn from school yet, but I'm going to. I really didn't want to, but I can't continue with the rest of the semester, and my grades are shot by now. I'm really just waiting to see how things are gonna go in the next couple of months before I commit to going back. I still need to go get my things out of Chris's house, so I'm going to have to do that by next week. I might need someone to help me out with that (wink, wink, nudge, nudge).

But the only thing I heard from school was what I posted earlier. I didn't hear anything back for a few days, and when I finally called, there wasn't any more that anyone could do. Oh well, I gave it a shot. Better to stop now and save my GPA than let it go to hell and not be able to save it later.
dextra: (Default)
I haven't officially withdrawn from school yet, but I'm going to. I really didn't want to, but I can't continue with the rest of the semester, and my grades are shot by now. I'm really just waiting to see how things are gonna go in the next couple of months before I commit to going back. I still need to go get my things out of Chris's house, so I'm going to have to do that by next week. I might need someone to help me out with that (wink, wink, nudge, nudge). never ends.
dextra: (Default)
Well, I've made the decision that if I don't have any word on any kind of housing by Friday, I'm just going to go ahead and withdraw from school. I feel really low and worthless about it, but getting back on my feet is more important right now.


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