and kittens.
so I started practising in the church choir group to do a recording and it's good times. the first organized singing i've done in a long time and I'm proud to say that my singing has improved! woo! unfortunately, while I was at the rehearsal tonight I had my new under-the-seat bike bag stolen. there was nothing in it because I didn't trust to leave shit there... but damnit it made me mad. I love my bike and I use it everyday. it's just so frustrating to have something so personal disturbed by someone... worse, I don't see it possibly being any use to them; there was nothing in it! it was a $10 bag, but it was MY bag. yes, that's my bag, baby. RAAWWWRRR!
and yar. and such. and.....
VOCAL JAZZ HAS STARTED AGAIN!!!! WOO! September 6th is the first day. I'm ready to get back in. and sing.
and I start training to serve TOMMORROW! finally, some good cash, and a job that fits my personality.
John was bugging me at work today like you wouldn't believe... he was so helpful at first, and then things started getting busy and I start losing my hold on organization and suddenly he's swearing and throwing things around... in no way helping me to do it better. that guy is fucking impossible to work with sometimes... I swear he just hates me because he's been top dog at RR for 13 years and suddenly people don't want anything to do with him anymore. or something. I don't know why he can't stand me. I just don't like that he's bitter. he seems nice enough, but then says the most awful things about people who are doing a better job than him. I swear, he just doesn't like when people walk on his turf... well who the fuck works at Red Robin for 13 years!? *bangs head on desk* I act as civil, and honest as I possibly can around him. I try to tell it like it is and he goes on tirades. I'm usually pretty good at dodging ego problems, but apparently just being ME has treaded on him... and that isn't worth dodging; not for anyone. so fuck him.
I haven't used fuck that much in a post in a while. feels kinda good, actually. fuck fuck fuck.
I love rajaton.... annnnnnnd kung fu. and my friends. though we don't talk much. and kittens. the end.
and yar. and such. and.....
VOCAL JAZZ HAS STARTED AGAIN!!!! WOO! September 6th is the first day. I'm ready to get back in. and sing.
and I start training to serve TOMMORROW! finally, some good cash, and a job that fits my personality.
John was bugging me at work today like you wouldn't believe... he was so helpful at first, and then things started getting busy and I start losing my hold on organization and suddenly he's swearing and throwing things around... in no way helping me to do it better. that guy is fucking impossible to work with sometimes... I swear he just hates me because he's been top dog at RR for 13 years and suddenly people don't want anything to do with him anymore. or something. I don't know why he can't stand me. I just don't like that he's bitter. he seems nice enough, but then says the most awful things about people who are doing a better job than him. I swear, he just doesn't like when people walk on his turf... well who the fuck works at Red Robin for 13 years!? *bangs head on desk* I act as civil, and honest as I possibly can around him. I try to tell it like it is and he goes on tirades. I'm usually pretty good at dodging ego problems, but apparently just being ME has treaded on him... and that isn't worth dodging; not for anyone. so fuck him.
I haven't used fuck that much in a post in a while. feels kinda good, actually. fuck fuck fuck.
I love rajaton.... annnnnnnd kung fu. and my friends. though we don't talk much. and kittens. the end.