Quickie (Only not really, because I can't shut up once I start)
So. An update. It's been a while since I made a real one.
i. stoatshead_hill is now closed, and I finished my final thread there a few days ago. Rita and Kingsley have their complicated fading off into the sunset, and Ollivander departed on the next great adventure. Which made me cry. A lot. I'm sad we're done there, but at the same time I'm glad it happened when it did, while we all cared enough to post our characters' final on-screen moments and draw their stories to a close. It was a fun game, and I met so many amazing people playing in it, and those frienships won't fade.
ii. road_ahead is stronger than ever. The upheaval there must be like a month ago now, but it's actually been really awesome for the game as a whole. The cast is smaller now (but not too small) and it feels sort of homey and everyone-knows-everyone. I like it. There have been two giant parties this month, one which Rita really enjoyed (with her boy toy on her arm and getting looks from people and making them wonder. Being surprising is what she loves most in the world) and one which I enjoyed but she was sort of meh about. I'm still not entirely comfortable with the whole muggleborn!Ravenclaw Rita thing, but I'm enjoying her and she's an interesting challenge. I think my personal canon for her will always be as a pureblood Slytherin.
ii. Working on my hp_beholder fic, which will definitely be finished by the deadline, and hoping to finish my claim for the erotic_elves challenge as well, though I am more concerned about the exchange fic that is for someone. I really shouldn't sign up for things, but I do love the beholder assignment. On that note: has anyone on my flist been to Eastern Europe? I'd like an opinion on, er, something. Leave a comment? *hopeful smile*
iii. Still working at the supermarket and doing little else. Looking for more work. Am thinking I shall have to do work experience for free, because no one seems to want me on a degree and four years retail experience. Giving it another few weeeks before I start making enquiries. Also I have a stupid crush on someone I work with, who is very much a straight married woman and why, brain, why do you do this to me? I'll probably get over it in a few weeks like I did the crush I had on another straight married woman who works there, but god, wtf. There are plenty of hot young men working there too, and I am very appreciative of and sometimes interested in them, but I get these stupid crushes on completely unavailable women. Seriously, WHY?
There has been some considerable amusement in the last few days. Monday night, I was serving in express with out duty manager, D, because the line had got so long outside that my supervisor, N, had gone to open a big register. Before that, there had only been one big register open, manned by L, and it was enough to be getting through the customers. Until Prize Bitch came along. At our chain, there is a deal customers get where, when they spend $30 or more they get a coupon on the end of their receipt for 4c a litre off petrol at out partner station. This is relevant.
So, I didn't really know anything was going on until Prize Bitch came into express to tell D that she wanted to make a complaint about L's service. She says L was rude, and she didn't like her attitude. She says she wanted 'a few' petrol vouchers, and L was obviously annoyed about this. The man behind her was getting angry, which is Our Fault because we only have one register open and it's not her fault she wants petrol vouchers, there should be enough registers open for people who want to shop at night. Oh, what? No, L didn't say anything, the woman could just 'tell' she was angry, and apparently holding one's tongue and serving someone politely is bad service these days.
Later, when there were no customers, I went and told L she'd had her first complaint, and it was hilarious. She told me that Prize Bitch had started yelling at the customer behind her in the line about 'don't start a fight with me about this, because I'm ready to fight with you'. The man apparently didn't say anything either. They must have been being rude to her with their minds, or something. And this woman? Had heaps of shopping, and made L stop at *every* $30 interval to pay. With Visa. And she had to be prompted to swipe and sign every time. When I cashed L up, there were eight receipts. Eight. The vouchers expire after a few weeks. What the hell. I would have been angry too, lady. I would have been trying very hard to not punch you in the face. I might have torn a hole in your peas just for shits and giggles.
The kicker? N saw Prize Bitch leave, and where did she go? To her BMW, that was parked in the handicapped space. Nice.
And then yesterday, Good Thursday, or whatever you want to call it. Apparently the busiest day of the year. I haven't done an easter before, I didn't know. If I had, I might have left the house more than ten minutes before my shift, since I had to circle the carpark a few times and was late to clock on. Oops. >.<
I had some interesting customers. One lady who I'm quite sure I freaked out. At easter, the bakery make these little marshmallow rabbit things, covered in blue coconut. She was buying one. It had blue icing eyes. I remarked on this, telling her about the way, when they'd first started making them, they'd all had these demonic red eyes. Evil!bunnies. And then I made a Monty Python and the Holy Grail reference that she didn't understand, and by the end of the transaction she was sort of 'o.O you're insane'. Hm, yes. Well. I was almost due for my break and needed coffee and nicotine?
And then I had a woman who yelled at me because the bags were messy. Or something. 'Looked like I'd just thrown them down', or something. I really don't know. Wtf-ever. I think she was bitching because she didn't have many, so they looked kind of scattered on the register-base-thing. She made some snide comments about how I should go to 'packing lessons', or something, which was just weird, and utter crap, because hey, I know how to pack. I didn't put your watermelon on top of your icecream cones, did I? No? Then stop bitching. In case you haven't noticed, it's busy. I'm doing my job as quickly as possible. If that means that the bags aren't artfully arranged on the register, then deal with it. Or don't come shopping the say before Good Friday, maybe.
The other interesting one was the people I had to tell about our 'buy a 30-pack of coke, get an 18-pack of kirks soft drink free' promo no less than four times. They spoke English well, there was nothing foreign about them. No language barrier at all. They approached with 4 18-packs of coke so I was trying to save them money by telling them about the deal with the larger box. And then again, and then again, and then again, with pointing to where the packs were, as they kept coming back with the wrong thing. Honestly, the instructions were not at all difficult. It surprises me that some people manage to get by in the world with so few brain cells. I have a low tolerance for stupid. At least they were friendly.
iv. I always have a bajillion things to say when I'm not updating, but then the text box comes up and I can't think of anything. I should just update whenever I think of things and not plan to do it later. But then what kind of procrastinator would I be?
v. Wicked was fabulous. I really want to see the show now, even if it is different. I've probably never mentioned to anyone here that I was seriously, seriously obsessed with the Wicked Witch of the West as a child. No, really. I wrote was was probably fanfiction about her for like an entire year. I remember my year one teacher asking me if there was anything else I'd like to write about, anything. Someone knitted me a witch with a green face. I still have her. So that story was like, just... wow, and I'm so glad I finally read it.
vi. I am now reading 'Helen Mirren - In the Frame - My Life in Words and Pictures', which is fabulous. I got it for Christmas but only picked it up properly the other day. I have so far read about her family and childhood and her younger years in the RSC and travelling across Africa and living the Boheme actress lifestyle. God, I'd love to do that - give up all my things and just go and make wonderful art in strange places. I wonder if the world she travelled in still exists at all in the way it did when she explored it. My instinct tells me it doesn't, that the 60s and 70s are gone now and it would be impossible to live the same life now, but then that could just be the stories the media tell and the brainwashing of the capitalist consumer system to make us think that we have work and earn and buy and borrow in order to live.
vii. There are weird white larvae things falling out of our kitchen air conditioning duct. I looked up hornet larvae on google, and found pictures that are disturbingly similar. We have a nest of hornets out the back and their nest is in the wall cavity behind my bedroom. Seriously, if we start getting hornets inside the house, I'm fucking moving out.
i. stoatshead_hill is now closed, and I finished my final thread there a few days ago. Rita and Kingsley have their complicated fading off into the sunset, and Ollivander departed on the next great adventure. Which made me cry. A lot. I'm sad we're done there, but at the same time I'm glad it happened when it did, while we all cared enough to post our characters' final on-screen moments and draw their stories to a close. It was a fun game, and I met so many amazing people playing in it, and those frienships won't fade.
ii. road_ahead is stronger than ever. The upheaval there must be like a month ago now, but it's actually been really awesome for the game as a whole. The cast is smaller now (but not too small) and it feels sort of homey and everyone-knows-everyone. I like it. There have been two giant parties this month, one which Rita really enjoyed (with her boy toy on her arm and getting looks from people and making them wonder. Being surprising is what she loves most in the world) and one which I enjoyed but she was sort of meh about. I'm still not entirely comfortable with the whole muggleborn!Ravenclaw Rita thing, but I'm enjoying her and she's an interesting challenge. I think my personal canon for her will always be as a pureblood Slytherin.
ii. Working on my hp_beholder fic, which will definitely be finished by the deadline, and hoping to finish my claim for the erotic_elves challenge as well, though I am more concerned about the exchange fic that is for someone. I really shouldn't sign up for things, but I do love the beholder assignment. On that note: has anyone on my flist been to Eastern Europe? I'd like an opinion on, er, something. Leave a comment? *hopeful smile*
iii. Still working at the supermarket and doing little else. Looking for more work. Am thinking I shall have to do work experience for free, because no one seems to want me on a degree and four years retail experience. Giving it another few weeeks before I start making enquiries. Also I have a stupid crush on someone I work with, who is very much a straight married woman and why, brain, why do you do this to me? I'll probably get over it in a few weeks like I did the crush I had on another straight married woman who works there, but god, wtf. There are plenty of hot young men working there too, and I am very appreciative of and sometimes interested in them, but I get these stupid crushes on completely unavailable women. Seriously, WHY?
There has been some considerable amusement in the last few days. Monday night, I was serving in express with out duty manager, D, because the line had got so long outside that my supervisor, N, had gone to open a big register. Before that, there had only been one big register open, manned by L, and it was enough to be getting through the customers. Until Prize Bitch came along. At our chain, there is a deal customers get where, when they spend $30 or more they get a coupon on the end of their receipt for 4c a litre off petrol at out partner station. This is relevant.
So, I didn't really know anything was going on until Prize Bitch came into express to tell D that she wanted to make a complaint about L's service. She says L was rude, and she didn't like her attitude. She says she wanted 'a few' petrol vouchers, and L was obviously annoyed about this. The man behind her was getting angry, which is Our Fault because we only have one register open and it's not her fault she wants petrol vouchers, there should be enough registers open for people who want to shop at night. Oh, what? No, L didn't say anything, the woman could just 'tell' she was angry, and apparently holding one's tongue and serving someone politely is bad service these days.
Later, when there were no customers, I went and told L she'd had her first complaint, and it was hilarious. She told me that Prize Bitch had started yelling at the customer behind her in the line about 'don't start a fight with me about this, because I'm ready to fight with you'. The man apparently didn't say anything either. They must have been being rude to her with their minds, or something. And this woman? Had heaps of shopping, and made L stop at *every* $30 interval to pay. With Visa. And she had to be prompted to swipe and sign every time. When I cashed L up, there were eight receipts. Eight. The vouchers expire after a few weeks. What the hell. I would have been angry too, lady. I would have been trying very hard to not punch you in the face. I might have torn a hole in your peas just for shits and giggles.
The kicker? N saw Prize Bitch leave, and where did she go? To her BMW, that was parked in the handicapped space. Nice.
And then yesterday, Good Thursday, or whatever you want to call it. Apparently the busiest day of the year. I haven't done an easter before, I didn't know. If I had, I might have left the house more than ten minutes before my shift, since I had to circle the carpark a few times and was late to clock on. Oops. >.<
I had some interesting customers. One lady who I'm quite sure I freaked out. At easter, the bakery make these little marshmallow rabbit things, covered in blue coconut. She was buying one. It had blue icing eyes. I remarked on this, telling her about the way, when they'd first started making them, they'd all had these demonic red eyes. Evil!bunnies. And then I made a Monty Python and the Holy Grail reference that she didn't understand, and by the end of the transaction she was sort of 'o.O you're insane'. Hm, yes. Well. I was almost due for my break and needed coffee and nicotine?
And then I had a woman who yelled at me because the bags were messy. Or something. 'Looked like I'd just thrown them down', or something. I really don't know. Wtf-ever. I think she was bitching because she didn't have many, so they looked kind of scattered on the register-base-thing. She made some snide comments about how I should go to 'packing lessons', or something, which was just weird, and utter crap, because hey, I know how to pack. I didn't put your watermelon on top of your icecream cones, did I? No? Then stop bitching. In case you haven't noticed, it's busy. I'm doing my job as quickly as possible. If that means that the bags aren't artfully arranged on the register, then deal with it. Or don't come shopping the say before Good Friday, maybe.
The other interesting one was the people I had to tell about our 'buy a 30-pack of coke, get an 18-pack of kirks soft drink free' promo no less than four times. They spoke English well, there was nothing foreign about them. No language barrier at all. They approached with 4 18-packs of coke so I was trying to save them money by telling them about the deal with the larger box. And then again, and then again, and then again, with pointing to where the packs were, as they kept coming back with the wrong thing. Honestly, the instructions were not at all difficult. It surprises me that some people manage to get by in the world with so few brain cells. I have a low tolerance for stupid. At least they were friendly.
iv. I always have a bajillion things to say when I'm not updating, but then the text box comes up and I can't think of anything. I should just update whenever I think of things and not plan to do it later. But then what kind of procrastinator would I be?
v. Wicked was fabulous. I really want to see the show now, even if it is different. I've probably never mentioned to anyone here that I was seriously, seriously obsessed with the Wicked Witch of the West as a child. No, really. I wrote was was probably fanfiction about her for like an entire year. I remember my year one teacher asking me if there was anything else I'd like to write about, anything. Someone knitted me a witch with a green face. I still have her. So that story was like, just... wow, and I'm so glad I finally read it.
vi. I am now reading 'Helen Mirren - In the Frame - My Life in Words and Pictures', which is fabulous. I got it for Christmas but only picked it up properly the other day. I have so far read about her family and childhood and her younger years in the RSC and travelling across Africa and living the Boheme actress lifestyle. God, I'd love to do that - give up all my things and just go and make wonderful art in strange places. I wonder if the world she travelled in still exists at all in the way it did when she explored it. My instinct tells me it doesn't, that the 60s and 70s are gone now and it would be impossible to live the same life now, but then that could just be the stories the media tell and the brainwashing of the capitalist consumer system to make us think that we have work and earn and buy and borrow in order to live.
vii. There are weird white larvae things falling out of our kitchen air conditioning duct. I looked up hornet larvae on google, and found pictures that are disturbingly similar. We have a nest of hornets out the back and their nest is in the wall cavity behind my bedroom. Seriously, if we start getting hornets inside the house, I'm fucking moving out.