Brain Dump
Okay, LJ, here it is.
My supervisor is nominating me for employee of the month, which is super awesome. She said she's noticed how hard I've been working and how much I've grown in my job and she wanted me to know that she recognizes that. Also, I finally talked to my supervisor about my two terrible team leads, who I've been nothing but courteous and professional to. One of them has lightened up on me a little as of late, but the other one still comes at me with this attitude, like I'm the one goofing off all day. So a meeting is being set up for the four full-timers at my store to get things all out on the table, along with our supervisor, and possibly her supervisor, as mediators. I feel like this will be a productive meeting. The meeting I don't feel will be as productive is the one I have to go to on Tuesday to cover what constitutes sexual harassment. Spoiler: EVERYTHING. Speaking of which, one of the girls I work with told me the other day that I should watch my back room talk because some things I say are getting back to the people about whom I am allegedly saying them. I inquired further and it turns out that there is a rumor going around about me impugning the manliness of a gay employee. You know, because I'm such a homophobe. Apart from the fact that I would never say anything bad about this particular gay employee because I think he's fantastic, I don't let anyone make any gay jokes in my back room. That shit does not fly with me. Luckily, the supervisors all know that, so I'm not going to get in trouble for something I never said. Lastly, applications for Florida are submitted and now I'm just waiting. I emailed Florida's HR director as well. I should have a phone interview sometime next week, or possibly the week after, depending on how many applicants there are.
During the first half of last year, I was somewhat involved with a fellow in a relationship. Finally, about a year ago, I told him I didn't want to do that anymore and to call me when he became single. I never stopped being totally completely madly irrefutably in love with him. Well, he became single, so we started hanging out a couple of months ago. And, by hanging out, I mean we've been having the most mind-blowingly amazing sex in the history of mankind. So, fast forward to the beginning of July. He hangs out with me and my friends and we have a spectacular day at the beach (minus a parking ticket), and then have dinner and swim at my house. At the end of the evening, I took him home and asked him some questions. This is going to explain the Temple of Doom entry from early July. Just as background: he and his ex-girlfriend (the one he was with when we were doing... whatever we were doing last year) broke up because he cheated on her. Whereas with me, it was only an emotional affair with some minor physical aspects that were questionable as to their "cheating" nature, this was a full blown cheating situation with a girl named Jamie. So Alex and Allison broke up and Alex and Jamie decided it would be best if they didn't hang out for a while. Within the next week, Alex and I were hanging out again and it was as if no time had passed at all. I would like to state at this time that I knew then and I know now that Alex has just gotten out of a very long, incredibly dysfunctional, completely fucked up relationship and he has no business starting up a new one with me or anyone else for a while. So, back to the night in question when I'm taking him home... I asked him what's going on with Jamie. He takes that opportunity to tell me the following: "I love you. I want to hang out with you every day. You're the most amazing woman I've ever known in my life. You're my best friend. I can talk to you about things I can't talk to anyone else about. I want to have sex with you all the time. Did I mention how much I love you? But I really like her and she makes me really happy and when I'm ready to be in a relationship again, it'll be with her." So yeah... heart ripped out. I figure he's either a) lying about that list of things regarding me or b) been in so many bad relationships, he's not really clear on what a good one is supposed to look like. Either way, it doesn't particularly matter because I've now in the last year, I've had my heart broken. Twice. By the same guy. In exactly the same way. He did say some things that were probably true. For example, he said I'd be miserable in a relationship with him. I can see that, because I'd be constantly wondering when he'd do to me what he did to Allison with me and Jamie. For that matter, I know I'd freak out any time he mentioned Jamie. I'd obsess about if he was with her anytime he wasn't with me. I would turn back into the crazy bitch I've tried so hard not to be. So, we agreed that it would be best if we cut out all of the sexing and just behaved like friends. I would like to point out at this time that neither of us have any level of willpower, so the next time we hung out, we slept together. And we have been ever since. There have also been any number of sexting-type conversations. But I figure you can't have false hope if there's no hope at all, so I'm doing okay with it. And, I doubt someone that gorgeous will ever sleep with me again and/or be that good at it, so I'd better enjoy it while I can. Besides, hopefully I'll be in Florida soon, so he can go get into whatever relationships he wants when I'm 3000 miles away. So there's that.
So I'm basically celebrity bait. Just BTW. My sister thinks I was getting their locations from Twitter or whatever, but firstly, I didn't have the internet and secondly, celebrities don't make a habit of tweeting about where they are and what they're doing, especially somewhere like Comic Con. So no, I wasn't doing any internet (or any other type of) stalking... I just have incredible luck when it comes to meeting famous people and I have since before the days of social networking. Anyway, as always, SDCC is pretty much the best four days of my year. I went to a bunch of panels, met a bunch of cool famous and non-famous people, and have a whole lot of fun stories. Fun story #1: There was a TV and movie prop makers' booth right behind the Lego booth. It had a life size Tardis and I thought that was fun. So I went and saw a recognizable Asian man hanging out, just chatting with the exhibitors. I went over and said hi and started talking to said Asian man about Doctor Who. Midway through the conversation, he extends his hand and says "Oh, by the way, I'm Grant." To which I replied "I'm Madigan, I work at the Lego booth and I'm a big fan of Mythbusters." He laughed, thanked me for watching the show, and then we chatted further about Lego before I got a picture and left. Fun story #2: I went to the Robot Chicken signing at the Adult Swim booth. I get to the front of the line and Seth Green notices my Admiral Ackbar shirt and takes a picture of it. That's right, ladies and gentlemen. Seth Green has a picture of me on his iPhone. We then talked for a few minutes about Ackbar. He also remembered me being dressed as Meg at last year's Family Guy panel. Fun story #3: Tickets to the Nerdist podcast live with Matt Smith & Karen Gillan had been sold out for weeks, but I figured someone would have a flakey friend or didn't realize the venue was 21+, so I went in search of spare tickets. I was dressed as Shaun from Shaun of the Dead and these two ladies in line loved my costume. One of them ran off to the box office, came back, and said "I'll sell you my ticket. I work for the LA Times and they're going to let me in with my press pass, so I don't need a ticket anymore. Also, Simon Pegg is a friend of mine, so let me take your picture and send it to him." So now Simon Pegg also has a picture of me on his phone. The show was hilarious and I asked a question and Matt Smith talked to me and it is forever immortalized on the Nerdist podcast. Fun story #4: I wanted to go to the Arkham City panel to see Mark Hamill, but when I got to the Hilton (it was in their ballroom instead of the convention center), the line was way too long. I was exhausted and just wanted to sit down for a while, so I hung out in the lobby. It was there that I ran into a guy from the new Spartacus series, followed by John Barrowman, followed by Chris Hardwick, followed by the Old Spice guy. Another day, in the same lobby, I saw Adam Savage and met Thomas Lennon, who had been previously having drinks with Adam. Also during SDCC, I met Breckin Meyer and Maurice Lamarche and got the book Lamb autographed by Christopher Moore, who is probably my favorite living American author. Occasionally, throughout the weekend, I worked at the Lego booth. If I do go to Florida, I will be very sad to be giving up Comic Con, but I will be gaining C6 (the Star Wars convention) in Orlando next year.
Oh, who am I kidding? There really isn't any other. I barely see my family or friends because I work all the time. Caitlin seems to be going through one of her "I hate Madigan" phases at the moment, so that's fun. But it seems like the only times she doesn't hate me are when I'm unemployed and/or sad and/or have nothing going on in my life. When I'm happy and full of hope for my future and making things happen to better myself or my life, she doesn't like me. Sorry if I don't want to quit my job and be depressed just so my sister can feel better about herself and be my friend. I have no idea how my diet is going. I don't think there's a scale anywhere in my house, but my pants fit better, I think. I just want this to work faster. I'm so tired of this. I want to be able to wear a Slave Leia outfit without looking like Jabba the Hutt. It's so easy for me to fall off the wagon when I don't see instantaneous results. I realize it's impossible to just wake up and not be fat anymore, but dammit, I'm impatient.
I think that's everything. I'll have more as those stories develop.
My supervisor is nominating me for employee of the month, which is super awesome. She said she's noticed how hard I've been working and how much I've grown in my job and she wanted me to know that she recognizes that. Also, I finally talked to my supervisor about my two terrible team leads, who I've been nothing but courteous and professional to. One of them has lightened up on me a little as of late, but the other one still comes at me with this attitude, like I'm the one goofing off all day. So a meeting is being set up for the four full-timers at my store to get things all out on the table, along with our supervisor, and possibly her supervisor, as mediators. I feel like this will be a productive meeting. The meeting I don't feel will be as productive is the one I have to go to on Tuesday to cover what constitutes sexual harassment. Spoiler: EVERYTHING. Speaking of which, one of the girls I work with told me the other day that I should watch my back room talk because some things I say are getting back to the people about whom I am allegedly saying them. I inquired further and it turns out that there is a rumor going around about me impugning the manliness of a gay employee. You know, because I'm such a homophobe. Apart from the fact that I would never say anything bad about this particular gay employee because I think he's fantastic, I don't let anyone make any gay jokes in my back room. That shit does not fly with me. Luckily, the supervisors all know that, so I'm not going to get in trouble for something I never said. Lastly, applications for Florida are submitted and now I'm just waiting. I emailed Florida's HR director as well. I should have a phone interview sometime next week, or possibly the week after, depending on how many applicants there are.
During the first half of last year, I was somewhat involved with a fellow in a relationship. Finally, about a year ago, I told him I didn't want to do that anymore and to call me when he became single. I never stopped being totally completely madly irrefutably in love with him. Well, he became single, so we started hanging out a couple of months ago. And, by hanging out, I mean we've been having the most mind-blowingly amazing sex in the history of mankind. So, fast forward to the beginning of July. He hangs out with me and my friends and we have a spectacular day at the beach (minus a parking ticket), and then have dinner and swim at my house. At the end of the evening, I took him home and asked him some questions. This is going to explain the Temple of Doom entry from early July. Just as background: he and his ex-girlfriend (the one he was with when we were doing... whatever we were doing last year) broke up because he cheated on her. Whereas with me, it was only an emotional affair with some minor physical aspects that were questionable as to their "cheating" nature, this was a full blown cheating situation with a girl named Jamie. So Alex and Allison broke up and Alex and Jamie decided it would be best if they didn't hang out for a while. Within the next week, Alex and I were hanging out again and it was as if no time had passed at all. I would like to state at this time that I knew then and I know now that Alex has just gotten out of a very long, incredibly dysfunctional, completely fucked up relationship and he has no business starting up a new one with me or anyone else for a while. So, back to the night in question when I'm taking him home... I asked him what's going on with Jamie. He takes that opportunity to tell me the following: "I love you. I want to hang out with you every day. You're the most amazing woman I've ever known in my life. You're my best friend. I can talk to you about things I can't talk to anyone else about. I want to have sex with you all the time. Did I mention how much I love you? But I really like her and she makes me really happy and when I'm ready to be in a relationship again, it'll be with her." So yeah... heart ripped out. I figure he's either a) lying about that list of things regarding me or b) been in so many bad relationships, he's not really clear on what a good one is supposed to look like. Either way, it doesn't particularly matter because I've now in the last year, I've had my heart broken. Twice. By the same guy. In exactly the same way. He did say some things that were probably true. For example, he said I'd be miserable in a relationship with him. I can see that, because I'd be constantly wondering when he'd do to me what he did to Allison with me and Jamie. For that matter, I know I'd freak out any time he mentioned Jamie. I'd obsess about if he was with her anytime he wasn't with me. I would turn back into the crazy bitch I've tried so hard not to be. So, we agreed that it would be best if we cut out all of the sexing and just behaved like friends. I would like to point out at this time that neither of us have any level of willpower, so the next time we hung out, we slept together. And we have been ever since. There have also been any number of sexting-type conversations. But I figure you can't have false hope if there's no hope at all, so I'm doing okay with it. And, I doubt someone that gorgeous will ever sleep with me again and/or be that good at it, so I'd better enjoy it while I can. Besides, hopefully I'll be in Florida soon, so he can go get into whatever relationships he wants when I'm 3000 miles away. So there's that.
So I'm basically celebrity bait. Just BTW. My sister thinks I was getting their locations from Twitter or whatever, but firstly, I didn't have the internet and secondly, celebrities don't make a habit of tweeting about where they are and what they're doing, especially somewhere like Comic Con. So no, I wasn't doing any internet (or any other type of) stalking... I just have incredible luck when it comes to meeting famous people and I have since before the days of social networking. Anyway, as always, SDCC is pretty much the best four days of my year. I went to a bunch of panels, met a bunch of cool famous and non-famous people, and have a whole lot of fun stories. Fun story #1: There was a TV and movie prop makers' booth right behind the Lego booth. It had a life size Tardis and I thought that was fun. So I went and saw a recognizable Asian man hanging out, just chatting with the exhibitors. I went over and said hi and started talking to said Asian man about Doctor Who. Midway through the conversation, he extends his hand and says "Oh, by the way, I'm Grant." To which I replied "I'm Madigan, I work at the Lego booth and I'm a big fan of Mythbusters." He laughed, thanked me for watching the show, and then we chatted further about Lego before I got a picture and left. Fun story #2: I went to the Robot Chicken signing at the Adult Swim booth. I get to the front of the line and Seth Green notices my Admiral Ackbar shirt and takes a picture of it. That's right, ladies and gentlemen. Seth Green has a picture of me on his iPhone. We then talked for a few minutes about Ackbar. He also remembered me being dressed as Meg at last year's Family Guy panel. Fun story #3: Tickets to the Nerdist podcast live with Matt Smith & Karen Gillan had been sold out for weeks, but I figured someone would have a flakey friend or didn't realize the venue was 21+, so I went in search of spare tickets. I was dressed as Shaun from Shaun of the Dead and these two ladies in line loved my costume. One of them ran off to the box office, came back, and said "I'll sell you my ticket. I work for the LA Times and they're going to let me in with my press pass, so I don't need a ticket anymore. Also, Simon Pegg is a friend of mine, so let me take your picture and send it to him." So now Simon Pegg also has a picture of me on his phone. The show was hilarious and I asked a question and Matt Smith talked to me and it is forever immortalized on the Nerdist podcast. Fun story #4: I wanted to go to the Arkham City panel to see Mark Hamill, but when I got to the Hilton (it was in their ballroom instead of the convention center), the line was way too long. I was exhausted and just wanted to sit down for a while, so I hung out in the lobby. It was there that I ran into a guy from the new Spartacus series, followed by John Barrowman, followed by Chris Hardwick, followed by the Old Spice guy. Another day, in the same lobby, I saw Adam Savage and met Thomas Lennon, who had been previously having drinks with Adam. Also during SDCC, I met Breckin Meyer and Maurice Lamarche and got the book Lamb autographed by Christopher Moore, who is probably my favorite living American author. Occasionally, throughout the weekend, I worked at the Lego booth. If I do go to Florida, I will be very sad to be giving up Comic Con, but I will be gaining C6 (the Star Wars convention) in Orlando next year.
Oh, who am I kidding? There really isn't any other. I barely see my family or friends because I work all the time. Caitlin seems to be going through one of her "I hate Madigan" phases at the moment, so that's fun. But it seems like the only times she doesn't hate me are when I'm unemployed and/or sad and/or have nothing going on in my life. When I'm happy and full of hope for my future and making things happen to better myself or my life, she doesn't like me. Sorry if I don't want to quit my job and be depressed just so my sister can feel better about herself and be my friend. I have no idea how my diet is going. I don't think there's a scale anywhere in my house, but my pants fit better, I think. I just want this to work faster. I'm so tired of this. I want to be able to wear a Slave Leia outfit without looking like Jabba the Hutt. It's so easy for me to fall off the wagon when I don't see instantaneous results. I realize it's impossible to just wake up and not be fat anymore, but dammit, I'm impatient.
I think that's everything. I'll have more as those stories develop.