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So it's 11:30pm... and I'm kinda bored. I got out of the shower and Amanda had gone to bed. So I'm being a considerate roomie and I'm downstairs on Brittany's computer. I'm PRETTY sure she doesn't mind. Every time I ask to use her computer, she says it's fine. So I'm taking a liberty here. Brit if you read this and you don't like me using your computer after you've gone to bed-- LEMME KNOW!
So yeah, I'm bored. Brittany doesn't have DeadAIM so I can't clone AIM and I'm not going to sign her off so I can sign on... I'm tired of watching TV... but I don't want to go to bed yet. Thus, I'm here. On LiveJournal. Typing out my digressive thoughts.
I've got the next 4 days off of work, for some reason unbeknownst to me. And I'm certainly not one to complain. Of course, the other cake decorator is... but that's okay. She ends up the one looking like a whiny baby. It's almost surreal how much the dynamics at work have changed. I remember a few months back when I wanted to quit. I was so sure my boss had it out for me. And I was 95% sure that if she hired a new decorator, I would be at risk for termination. Everyone was all Denise this and Denise that... I've been there longer than she has and some co-workers still aren't quite sure that I even work in the bakery, much less that I'm a cake decorator. Hell, I'm surprised they remember my name. Anyway, so yeah, the tables have turned a complete 180. Everything is still all Denise this and Denise that, but in the bad way. A cake order was messed up (misspelled or even omitted name, wrong decoration, looked ugly), it's assumed that Denise was the one who did it. Someone from produce will bring a pallet full of icing buckets in the bakery and will stick it right in Denise's way, but she'll just step over or around it all day until I come in and then I'm the one who puts it up because I'd prefer to not break my neck. It's gotten to the point that my boss is like, "No... don't put it up. You can work over here. Denise is going to put it up for once." It's kind of satisfying that I'm finally out from under the heat lamp. I don't worry for my job so much anymore. Things have been a lot less stressful.
Hmm what else can I talk about...
Our deadbolt is completely annihilated. It's been fucked up for awhile now... just the fact that the oblong knob you turn to lock it from the inside keeps falling off. We just leave it off and lock the door by turning the little squarish metal peg that the knob is supposed to be on. But now, the outside of the lock is messed up too... It's almost impossible to get the key in... and then when you do manage to get the key in, you have to wrench it out. The other girls think someone has been trying to pick at our lock when we're not home... anyone have any ideas? Or maybe similar experiences with keys not going in the locks anymore? It's just one of those Titan deadbolts... I told Sylvia we should probably just give up the battle and buy a new one. I know they sell them at Walmart... and most certainly Lowe's and Home Depot. She said she'd talk to her mom (our landlord).
My classes were cancelled today. It was announced yesterday, after Gaston left downtown completely flooded. But according to the roomies, downtown was fine today. But since it had already been announced, they stuck to it and so I had no class today. That was kinda cool... except I was bored out of my skull tonight.
Tomorrow, Amanda and I are going to the beach again, assuming it's a decent afternoon. She has class until 10-something, so we'll go down around 11... come back around 1:30 or so because she has class again at 2:35. So we'll have a good 2.5 hours. I like going to the beach and attempting to study, then going to class and having sand in my notebook. It's really a lot of fun. And it makes your classmates jealous. :D
I can't believe I'm gonna be 22. I'm getting old y'all. It's so funny though... when I tell people (especially bouncers or bartenders) that I'm 21 and I show my ID, I still get nervous, like I'm lying or something. And I even have to sit and kinda THINK... "I'm twentyyyyy... one." It's not very convincing.
Oh... back to work... I'm eligible for medical benefits now! I don't guess I really understood everything about them though... because there's this fucking deductible. So I'll be having $35 taken out of my paycheck, PLUS I still will have to pay for all my doctor bills out of my pocket until I reach the $350 deductible. Nice for someone to explain all that to me before I thought "medical insurance" was some magical thing that would automatically mean a $15 co-pay like my dad has. Ah well... how much are doctor bills in general? A check-up? OB-GYN visit?
I think I've said quite enough... I was able to cure my boredom for about a half hour... I think I'll go hit up ebaumsworld and albinoblacksheep now.
So yeah, I'm bored. Brittany doesn't have DeadAIM so I can't clone AIM and I'm not going to sign her off so I can sign on... I'm tired of watching TV... but I don't want to go to bed yet. Thus, I'm here. On LiveJournal. Typing out my digressive thoughts.
I've got the next 4 days off of work, for some reason unbeknownst to me. And I'm certainly not one to complain. Of course, the other cake decorator is... but that's okay. She ends up the one looking like a whiny baby. It's almost surreal how much the dynamics at work have changed. I remember a few months back when I wanted to quit. I was so sure my boss had it out for me. And I was 95% sure that if she hired a new decorator, I would be at risk for termination. Everyone was all Denise this and Denise that... I've been there longer than she has and some co-workers still aren't quite sure that I even work in the bakery, much less that I'm a cake decorator. Hell, I'm surprised they remember my name. Anyway, so yeah, the tables have turned a complete 180. Everything is still all Denise this and Denise that, but in the bad way. A cake order was messed up (misspelled or even omitted name, wrong decoration, looked ugly), it's assumed that Denise was the one who did it. Someone from produce will bring a pallet full of icing buckets in the bakery and will stick it right in Denise's way, but she'll just step over or around it all day until I come in and then I'm the one who puts it up because I'd prefer to not break my neck. It's gotten to the point that my boss is like, "No... don't put it up. You can work over here. Denise is going to put it up for once." It's kind of satisfying that I'm finally out from under the heat lamp. I don't worry for my job so much anymore. Things have been a lot less stressful.
Hmm what else can I talk about...
Our deadbolt is completely annihilated. It's been fucked up for awhile now... just the fact that the oblong knob you turn to lock it from the inside keeps falling off. We just leave it off and lock the door by turning the little squarish metal peg that the knob is supposed to be on. But now, the outside of the lock is messed up too... It's almost impossible to get the key in... and then when you do manage to get the key in, you have to wrench it out. The other girls think someone has been trying to pick at our lock when we're not home... anyone have any ideas? Or maybe similar experiences with keys not going in the locks anymore? It's just one of those Titan deadbolts... I told Sylvia we should probably just give up the battle and buy a new one. I know they sell them at Walmart... and most certainly Lowe's and Home Depot. She said she'd talk to her mom (our landlord).
My classes were cancelled today. It was announced yesterday, after Gaston left downtown completely flooded. But according to the roomies, downtown was fine today. But since it had already been announced, they stuck to it and so I had no class today. That was kinda cool... except I was bored out of my skull tonight.
Tomorrow, Amanda and I are going to the beach again, assuming it's a decent afternoon. She has class until 10-something, so we'll go down around 11... come back around 1:30 or so because she has class again at 2:35. So we'll have a good 2.5 hours. I like going to the beach and attempting to study, then going to class and having sand in my notebook. It's really a lot of fun. And it makes your classmates jealous. :D
I can't believe I'm gonna be 22. I'm getting old y'all. It's so funny though... when I tell people (especially bouncers or bartenders) that I'm 21 and I show my ID, I still get nervous, like I'm lying or something. And I even have to sit and kinda THINK... "I'm twentyyyyy... one." It's not very convincing.
Oh... back to work... I'm eligible for medical benefits now! I don't guess I really understood everything about them though... because there's this fucking deductible. So I'll be having $35 taken out of my paycheck, PLUS I still will have to pay for all my doctor bills out of my pocket until I reach the $350 deductible. Nice for someone to explain all that to me before I thought "medical insurance" was some magical thing that would automatically mean a $15 co-pay like my dad has. Ah well... how much are doctor bills in general? A check-up? OB-GYN visit?
I think I've said quite enough... I was able to cure my boredom for about a half hour... I think I'll go hit up ebaumsworld and albinoblacksheep now.