No April Fool's BS, just rambling
So, day one of Camp NaNo commences... and as per usual with my brain here of late I have exactly fuck all so far as words or thoughts or anything substantial go. Team Hikari is firing on all cylinders as always!
Honestly, though, if just figures that the lead in week to camp was actually pretty work heavy for me. I had given all sorts of thought to going over my unfinished stories and picking out which ones I can swing into pretty quickly and which ones to put aside... and then on Wednesday, a few days after not really doing much of anything but work and snooze, my assistant GM Tony asks me as I'm prepping my theater, "Hey, D, do you have any medical restrictions that would keep you from working more hours?"
I just sort of blink at him for a second before replying with a no. The immediate reply?
"Okay, that's good, 'cause I have you scheduled for forty hours next [meaning this] week."
Apparently, he'd originally accidentally scheduled me for over forty hours but went through to fix it so it was just at forty hours: Friday from 4 to 11:30, Saturday from 11 to 7:30, Sunday from 8 to 6:40, Monday from 11 to 7:30, and Thursday from 8 to 3:30. I'm currently sitting at about thirty-four hours, so I'll either have overtime this week or get cut a bit early on Thursday's shift... and given that Cherokee County schools are on Spring Break this week with Cobb County schools on break next week, that might not actually happen. My best day this week was not over the weekend, but freaking Monday, with my biggest group on my first show of the day at 11:40 in the morning. I actually walked out of the theater on Monday with ninety freakin' bucks in tips from a total of seventeen tables, and two of my three rounds were where I was the sole server in a theater that had originally had at least one other person scheduled who didn't show for whatever reason.
So, yeah. I'm hoping Thursday will rock pretty hard as well on the tip line.
In other Kattan Life News, I actually got my reimbursement check from the Florida Department of Retirement Services yesterday. It was waiting in the mailbox when we got back from Roswell, and given that it was already after eight we opted not to turn back around to hit the bank. I went and did that this morning, so I'm pretty much waiting for the deposit to show up in the morning. When that happens I'm gonna trot my little butt to the office and pay the rent, and also see about when the hell they're going to replace the weather stripping at our door. They took it out last Thursday to repaint the front door, and we've seen no one back since then. Friday Yami and I were out of the house all day; likewise with Saturday; the workers aren't around on Sunday; and Monday we once again were away due to work. I left the house this morning to deposit my check, but other than that we've been home all day save for leaving around 8 to go to IHOP for dinner. No one came around at all, and we're honestly tired of hearing every goddamn thing ever happening in the area around the front of our building.
Seems like the weather stripping is also about ninety-five percent of our soundproofing, because the world sounds so much louder now in our little basement apartment. It seriously sounds like the lady next door trips up and down the fucking steps every time she goes anywhere, and I've gotten almost as much of a workout jumping up to look out the peephole and make sure she hasn't managed to kill herself out there as I do running up and down the hallway and stairs at work!
After rent is paid, I plan to look into signing up for the motorcycle training program that is offered through Georgia for new riders. This training actually comes with a ninety day testing waiver for those who pass the course... meaning that if I take the $250 course, using equipment provided by the training facility, then I can skip taking the riding and skills test and just go straight to getting a class M license. After that, Yami and I will go shopping to get me a 125cc+ scooter (scooter mostly because sometimes I feel like being somewhat femme and wearing heels, and it's easier to hop on a scooter with heels that to try operating a motorcycle no matter how much movies glamorize that ridiculousness) so that I'll have my own wheels to get around on again. This obviously also requires a helmet, a cover, and a means to secure that puppy because I don't trust the people in this complex further than I can throw 'em, but that was always part of the plan if I'm being completely honest. I've already started looking at options in the area, with plans to go through a dealership rather than a private seller. We'll likely do that on a day when we're both free, so I definitely will be getting this looked into ASAP.
At any rate, it certainly isn't boring around here, huh? And if anyone really wants to know why I have a bit of distrust towards the people who live in the apartments around me, either comment below (my replies will be screened only to the person asking and yours truly), leave me a PM, or shoot me an email. I'll be happy to share my paranoia with you.
Crossposted from DreamWidth. Click here to see other replies to this post.
Honestly, though, if just figures that the lead in week to camp was actually pretty work heavy for me. I had given all sorts of thought to going over my unfinished stories and picking out which ones I can swing into pretty quickly and which ones to put aside... and then on Wednesday, a few days after not really doing much of anything but work and snooze, my assistant GM Tony asks me as I'm prepping my theater, "Hey, D, do you have any medical restrictions that would keep you from working more hours?"
I just sort of blink at him for a second before replying with a no. The immediate reply?
"Okay, that's good, 'cause I have you scheduled for forty hours next [meaning this] week."
Apparently, he'd originally accidentally scheduled me for over forty hours but went through to fix it so it was just at forty hours: Friday from 4 to 11:30, Saturday from 11 to 7:30, Sunday from 8 to 6:40, Monday from 11 to 7:30, and Thursday from 8 to 3:30. I'm currently sitting at about thirty-four hours, so I'll either have overtime this week or get cut a bit early on Thursday's shift... and given that Cherokee County schools are on Spring Break this week with Cobb County schools on break next week, that might not actually happen. My best day this week was not over the weekend, but freaking Monday, with my biggest group on my first show of the day at 11:40 in the morning. I actually walked out of the theater on Monday with ninety freakin' bucks in tips from a total of seventeen tables, and two of my three rounds were where I was the sole server in a theater that had originally had at least one other person scheduled who didn't show for whatever reason.
So, yeah. I'm hoping Thursday will rock pretty hard as well on the tip line.
In other Kattan Life News, I actually got my reimbursement check from the Florida Department of Retirement Services yesterday. It was waiting in the mailbox when we got back from Roswell, and given that it was already after eight we opted not to turn back around to hit the bank. I went and did that this morning, so I'm pretty much waiting for the deposit to show up in the morning. When that happens I'm gonna trot my little butt to the office and pay the rent, and also see about when the hell they're going to replace the weather stripping at our door. They took it out last Thursday to repaint the front door, and we've seen no one back since then. Friday Yami and I were out of the house all day; likewise with Saturday; the workers aren't around on Sunday; and Monday we once again were away due to work. I left the house this morning to deposit my check, but other than that we've been home all day save for leaving around 8 to go to IHOP for dinner. No one came around at all, and we're honestly tired of hearing every goddamn thing ever happening in the area around the front of our building.
Seems like the weather stripping is also about ninety-five percent of our soundproofing, because the world sounds so much louder now in our little basement apartment. It seriously sounds like the lady next door trips up and down the fucking steps every time she goes anywhere, and I've gotten almost as much of a workout jumping up to look out the peephole and make sure she hasn't managed to kill herself out there as I do running up and down the hallway and stairs at work!
After rent is paid, I plan to look into signing up for the motorcycle training program that is offered through Georgia for new riders. This training actually comes with a ninety day testing waiver for those who pass the course... meaning that if I take the $250 course, using equipment provided by the training facility, then I can skip taking the riding and skills test and just go straight to getting a class M license. After that, Yami and I will go shopping to get me a 125cc+ scooter (scooter mostly because sometimes I feel like being somewhat femme and wearing heels, and it's easier to hop on a scooter with heels that to try operating a motorcycle no matter how much movies glamorize that ridiculousness) so that I'll have my own wheels to get around on again. This obviously also requires a helmet, a cover, and a means to secure that puppy because I don't trust the people in this complex further than I can throw 'em, but that was always part of the plan if I'm being completely honest. I've already started looking at options in the area, with plans to go through a dealership rather than a private seller. We'll likely do that on a day when we're both free, so I definitely will be getting this looked into ASAP.
At any rate, it certainly isn't boring around here, huh? And if anyone really wants to know why I have a bit of distrust towards the people who live in the apartments around me, either comment below (my replies will be screened only to the person asking and yours truly), leave me a PM, or shoot me an email. I'll be happy to share my paranoia with you.
Crossposted from DreamWidth. Click here to see other replies to this post.