You've Got It, Baby: EPIC UPDATE
OKAY, I've got some stellar techno remixes bumpin' at full blast and I'm ready to actually tell you all about my life for the past month and a half!
Over at Marklin Candles things finally died down shortly before Easter, I'd say that Thursday before Easter weekend was when I let my breath out and my boss stopped being a huge tool bag 75% of the time.
Back tracking a bit, towards the end of the rush I was doing 10-11 hour days, usually with a 6 hour Saturday shift as well. I was banking almost 60 hours a week, making MAD money and loving that aspect, but I was also getting up for work at 6am, getting home around 6pm, going to sleep at 9pm, rinse and repeat.
A news photo of a couple Marklin candles. The pretty blue-toned one with moons is the Genesis, one of my favorites.
So, it was QUITE nice to drop down to 40 hours a week, even though the overtime wages are sorely missed.
Also, I totally stopped showing up to my Kohl's shifts...seriously, I was just done trying. Three years of FEELING under appreciated, over qualifies, under paid and under valued as a personable and interactive employee gained my managers a month of hell from me consisting of call outs, no call/no shows and broken promises about showing up the next week.
This is basically my relationship with Kohl's. Only my Patronis wasn't a stag, it was a straight-to-voicemail response to their calls.
I basically treated them the way they treated me when I was up for promotion. I led them on, pretended I cared and then dropped them like a ton of bricks. They were the type of jerks who skirted the line where you couldn't necessarily call them out on it, but the bullshit they gave you was still fucked up and disrespectful nonetheless. I HATE corporate value systems. The meager 40 bucks a week wasn't worth the disrespect.
Speaking of pocket money, I was finally able to save up enough change in the cookie jar to afford the glorious beast I'm typing on right now, my beloved MacBook Pro 13". I've never been a size queen, and I like the 13"'s capabilities as well as size, plus the carrying case I got for it fits like a glove (literally, it was made for it).
Also, a nice surprise was had at the Apple Store when the guy who was helping with my transaction told me I could save some money if anyone with me was a teacher.
WUT? MOTHER! GET OVER HERR!!
suffice to say, here are the final figures:
MacBook Pro 13": $1199
AppleCare (warranty): $249
Carrying case: $60
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subtotal: $1508
TEACHER DISCOUNT!!! -$166
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Total: $1342
AMERICA, FUCK YEAH. That's how I felt at this point. AND with my extra money I went over to Lush and bought some fantastic hand cream for my dry and cracked hands (candle wax is a bitch). I also had enough left over for a nice week followed by a music binge, more on that later, cadets.
So, the cancer thing...basically, it's all very scary, but we're all really hopeful. I explained most of it in the previous blog, but I was in a really terrible mood because of the news about my dad's doctor visit.
Thyroid cancer is one of the most treatable forms of cancer, so it's definitely not breast cancer or lung cancer or something like that, but scary nonetheless. We're dealing, and one of my close friends (loosen_up_judas) gave me good advice: nothing can break us, we can survive anything, we just need to persevere and do our best.
In other news, I broke up with Chris S.
Yeah, well, it's actually okay! I had a lot of fun getting to know Chris, and I think the best times we had were probably before we actually made it official, for the most part. Lazy Saturday nights smoking pot and watching Labyrinth or going out and getting wasted because I party as hard as I work. He was good for things like that, but we didn't exactly click.
I try things out for a little longer than my instincts tell a lot of the time, because false instincts suck. He was too skinny, to be frank, and ill-equipped for sharing life. Also he was a bit too crass and I didn't like his scent, and they say if you don't like someone's natural odor or the taste of their saliva (which I didn't either) then you aren't all that compatible to begin with.
Enjoying activities together doesn't make a relationship, and in a month and a half of getting close to him I felt more affectionate toward his cat than I did him. That cat is awesome.
I ended it this Monday over the phone. He has no car and lives a few towns over and goes to school for ASL when I get out of work, so I feel no shame in a phone break up. He took it well and wants to stay friends, but we'll see how that goes. He'll be drinking heavily this weekend, no doubt, so I'll keep my fingers crossed against drunk anger-texts.
He's a good guy deep down, just no good for this guy. Also he's clingy and PDA-overload, which is a TOTAL turn off. Oh well, I'm a happy single person so it's no skin off my back!
Also, this hat was horrible:
Deal breaker.
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Basically, my life is a whole bunch of awesome, with a small, but intense, amount of discourse and badness (my family troubles). This entirely supports my theory of universal balance. Everything is connected, and if the prow of the ship dips down, the rudder is gonna taste the air. Best to keep as level as possible and hope for a safe harbor in the distance.
Over at Marklin Candles things finally died down shortly before Easter, I'd say that Thursday before Easter weekend was when I let my breath out and my boss stopped being a huge tool bag 75% of the time.
Back tracking a bit, towards the end of the rush I was doing 10-11 hour days, usually with a 6 hour Saturday shift as well. I was banking almost 60 hours a week, making MAD money and loving that aspect, but I was also getting up for work at 6am, getting home around 6pm, going to sleep at 9pm, rinse and repeat.
A news photo of a couple Marklin candles. The pretty blue-toned one with moons is the Genesis, one of my favorites.
So, it was QUITE nice to drop down to 40 hours a week, even though the overtime wages are sorely missed.
Also, I totally stopped showing up to my Kohl's shifts...seriously, I was just done trying. Three years of FEELING under appreciated, over qualifies, under paid and under valued as a personable and interactive employee gained my managers a month of hell from me consisting of call outs, no call/no shows and broken promises about showing up the next week.
This is basically my relationship with Kohl's. Only my Patronis wasn't a stag, it was a straight-to-voicemail response to their calls.
I basically treated them the way they treated me when I was up for promotion. I led them on, pretended I cared and then dropped them like a ton of bricks. They were the type of jerks who skirted the line where you couldn't necessarily call them out on it, but the bullshit they gave you was still fucked up and disrespectful nonetheless. I HATE corporate value systems. The meager 40 bucks a week wasn't worth the disrespect.
Speaking of pocket money, I was finally able to save up enough change in the cookie jar to afford the glorious beast I'm typing on right now, my beloved MacBook Pro 13". I've never been a size queen, and I like the 13"'s capabilities as well as size, plus the carrying case I got for it fits like a glove (literally, it was made for it).
Also, a nice surprise was had at the Apple Store when the guy who was helping with my transaction told me I could save some money if anyone with me was a teacher.
WUT? MOTHER! GET OVER HERR!!
suffice to say, here are the final figures:
MacBook Pro 13": $1199
AppleCare (warranty): $249
Carrying case: $60
---------------------------
subtotal: $1508
TEACHER DISCOUNT!!! -$166
---------------------------
Total: $1342
AMERICA, FUCK YEAH. That's how I felt at this point. AND with my extra money I went over to Lush and bought some fantastic hand cream for my dry and cracked hands (candle wax is a bitch). I also had enough left over for a nice week followed by a music binge, more on that later, cadets.
So, the cancer thing...basically, it's all very scary, but we're all really hopeful. I explained most of it in the previous blog, but I was in a really terrible mood because of the news about my dad's doctor visit.
Thyroid cancer is one of the most treatable forms of cancer, so it's definitely not breast cancer or lung cancer or something like that, but scary nonetheless. We're dealing, and one of my close friends (loosen_up_judas) gave me good advice: nothing can break us, we can survive anything, we just need to persevere and do our best.
In other news, I broke up with Chris S.
Yeah, well, it's actually okay! I had a lot of fun getting to know Chris, and I think the best times we had were probably before we actually made it official, for the most part. Lazy Saturday nights smoking pot and watching Labyrinth or going out and getting wasted because I party as hard as I work. He was good for things like that, but we didn't exactly click.
I try things out for a little longer than my instincts tell a lot of the time, because false instincts suck. He was too skinny, to be frank, and ill-equipped for sharing life. Also he was a bit too crass and I didn't like his scent, and they say if you don't like someone's natural odor or the taste of their saliva (which I didn't either) then you aren't all that compatible to begin with.
Enjoying activities together doesn't make a relationship, and in a month and a half of getting close to him I felt more affectionate toward his cat than I did him. That cat is awesome.
I ended it this Monday over the phone. He has no car and lives a few towns over and goes to school for ASL when I get out of work, so I feel no shame in a phone break up. He took it well and wants to stay friends, but we'll see how that goes. He'll be drinking heavily this weekend, no doubt, so I'll keep my fingers crossed against drunk anger-texts.
He's a good guy deep down, just no good for this guy. Also he's clingy and PDA-overload, which is a TOTAL turn off. Oh well, I'm a happy single person so it's no skin off my back!
Also, this hat was horrible:
Deal breaker.
---
Basically, my life is a whole bunch of awesome, with a small, but intense, amount of discourse and badness (my family troubles). This entirely supports my theory of universal balance. Everything is connected, and if the prow of the ship dips down, the rudder is gonna taste the air. Best to keep as level as possible and hope for a safe harbor in the distance.