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lbd_nytetraynTired. First day of work. I am SO not cut out for this job...
...which means it's a good thing I seem to be able to be transferred to one of the other positions that's just opened up. Don't get the 2 dollars extra per hour for killing myself, but I'd rather work daytime, and I don't have to destroy my legs with the heavy lifting. I get the feeling this is going to be like Bi-Lo with toys, though. And I'm still looking elsewhere. But I guess the bottom line is, I'm employed now...
Oh, and I get a 10% discount. That almost negates tax. Go me.
SARSstock was fun, but the cleavage-to-joint smoking ratio was highly unfavorable to me. And we had no money for "The BBQ Without Borders". Which is a mixed blessing. The 5 dollar burgers looked like diner material, not really five-dollar material. I'll just go to McDonald's and get a Mad Mac, made from a cow that ate itself crazy. Or something.
My favorite McMahon, Shane-O Mac, is back on WWE Raw. I am happy by this. Hope I get to see him do something to make me question his sanity again.
Seriously, though, for a rich man's son, he's pretty cool.
Oh, my TRU has Optimus Primal from Universe. I wept in the aisles as I knew I could not get him. Along with so many others...
I also got to mourn the death of another today. R.I.P. Armada Red Alert. Some kid brought him back for a refund, as one of the Minicon gimmicks seemed to only half work. So what happens? Turns out there's a big trash can at the service desk for special cases such as this. I so wanted to give the rejected Autobot and his little friend a new home, but alas, it was not to be. And now I'm sad not only for he, not only for myself, but for the tremendous waste of a rather good toy(condition-wise, anyway. I've not been able to play with one myself)...
...I should've pocketed the Minicon when no one was looking. Damn.
Burned myself a new CD of Sonic music earlier, with a little other stuff. Grim and Jan's themes, specifically. Riding to work should be a little more fun now. Or anywhere else.
Nice people I work with. I think I might be making friends, even. I hate it when that happens. Really, really hate it. Especially now.
I hear Sonic Adventure 2 Battle is out of print. I need to grab a copy, stat.
It's weird. I have some idea of a career path, a course in life for myself to take. Alot of people don't have that. And yet, for some reason, when I think about it, I can't help but have a feeling that one might have if they were looking at a map of the Temple of Doom, knowing they have to go through it. I don't know why. It's probably that first step that's a doozy: struggle to hold onto sanity in menial job while Red goes to school. After which, I get chased by a boulder, nearly losing my hat.
I have no right to complain, though. And yet I do. Maybe I just need a job where I get paid to shoot people.
...and what the fuck is taking so damn long in that fucking storage room that the landlord is in right now? Sheesh...
...ok, he's gone now. Good. With any luck, so too shall we be. Red's looking into it. Hope the new place has cable. Otherwise, RPing really will be the only hobby I have left...
Comics should be added to my list of hobbies. But it's pretty much strictly back-issues that I got some time ago, except when it comes to Free Comic Book Day. I wonder what the guys at Pennyworth's comics have done with my backlog of comics they were so kind as to hold onto for me while I...
Oh, for God's sake, he's back. What a time for my Optic Beams of Death to go on the fritz...
...and he's gone again.
Anyways, it's regretful for me. I figured Red and I would both be working like... two years ago. And I'd be able to pay off my debt to Pennyworth's before there even WAS a debt. Instead, fate screwed us, and by extension, them, and it just sort of stabs at my soul with a dagger laced with a poison of guilt whenever I pick up a book. Who knew?
Someday, though. This won't be a problem. Things will be better, for myself, my wife, my family, my eventual children. Someday.
Fuck. I talk too much. If anyone has gotten this far, thanks for listening.
...and the scum-sucking son of a drunken misguided loose FUCK is pounding the ever sweet-loving HELL out of something upstairs.
Saying "We're outta here" is going to be so much more fun than all of the ass-kickings I've imagined giving him, just for the look on his face...
LBD "Nytetrayn"
...which means it's a good thing I seem to be able to be transferred to one of the other positions that's just opened up. Don't get the 2 dollars extra per hour for killing myself, but I'd rather work daytime, and I don't have to destroy my legs with the heavy lifting. I get the feeling this is going to be like Bi-Lo with toys, though. And I'm still looking elsewhere. But I guess the bottom line is, I'm employed now...
Oh, and I get a 10% discount. That almost negates tax. Go me.
SARSstock was fun, but the cleavage-to-joint smoking ratio was highly unfavorable to me. And we had no money for "The BBQ Without Borders". Which is a mixed blessing. The 5 dollar burgers looked like diner material, not really five-dollar material. I'll just go to McDonald's and get a Mad Mac, made from a cow that ate itself crazy. Or something.
My favorite McMahon, Shane-O Mac, is back on WWE Raw. I am happy by this. Hope I get to see him do something to make me question his sanity again.
Seriously, though, for a rich man's son, he's pretty cool.
Oh, my TRU has Optimus Primal from Universe. I wept in the aisles as I knew I could not get him. Along with so many others...
I also got to mourn the death of another today. R.I.P. Armada Red Alert. Some kid brought him back for a refund, as one of the Minicon gimmicks seemed to only half work. So what happens? Turns out there's a big trash can at the service desk for special cases such as this. I so wanted to give the rejected Autobot and his little friend a new home, but alas, it was not to be. And now I'm sad not only for he, not only for myself, but for the tremendous waste of a rather good toy(condition-wise, anyway. I've not been able to play with one myself)...
...I should've pocketed the Minicon when no one was looking. Damn.
Burned myself a new CD of Sonic music earlier, with a little other stuff. Grim and Jan's themes, specifically. Riding to work should be a little more fun now. Or anywhere else.
Nice people I work with. I think I might be making friends, even. I hate it when that happens. Really, really hate it. Especially now.
I hear Sonic Adventure 2 Battle is out of print. I need to grab a copy, stat.
It's weird. I have some idea of a career path, a course in life for myself to take. Alot of people don't have that. And yet, for some reason, when I think about it, I can't help but have a feeling that one might have if they were looking at a map of the Temple of Doom, knowing they have to go through it. I don't know why. It's probably that first step that's a doozy: struggle to hold onto sanity in menial job while Red goes to school. After which, I get chased by a boulder, nearly losing my hat.
I have no right to complain, though. And yet I do. Maybe I just need a job where I get paid to shoot people.
...and what the fuck is taking so damn long in that fucking storage room that the landlord is in right now? Sheesh...
...ok, he's gone now. Good. With any luck, so too shall we be. Red's looking into it. Hope the new place has cable. Otherwise, RPing really will be the only hobby I have left...
Comics should be added to my list of hobbies. But it's pretty much strictly back-issues that I got some time ago, except when it comes to Free Comic Book Day. I wonder what the guys at Pennyworth's comics have done with my backlog of comics they were so kind as to hold onto for me while I...
Oh, for God's sake, he's back. What a time for my Optic Beams of Death to go on the fritz...
...and he's gone again.
Anyways, it's regretful for me. I figured Red and I would both be working like... two years ago. And I'd be able to pay off my debt to Pennyworth's before there even WAS a debt. Instead, fate screwed us, and by extension, them, and it just sort of stabs at my soul with a dagger laced with a poison of guilt whenever I pick up a book. Who knew?
Someday, though. This won't be a problem. Things will be better, for myself, my wife, my family, my eventual children. Someday.
Fuck. I talk too much. If anyone has gotten this far, thanks for listening.
...and the scum-sucking son of a drunken misguided loose FUCK is pounding the ever sweet-loving HELL out of something upstairs.
Saying "We're outta here" is going to be so much more fun than all of the ass-kickings I've imagined giving him, just for the look on his face...
LBD "Nytetrayn"
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Date: 2003-08-01 03:59 am (UTC)Work sucks... But hey, I'm glad you've got a job now! Things can only keep getting better!
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Date: 2003-08-01 04:16 am (UTC)...God, I'm pathetic.
Oh, and I hear they dump PS2 games, too.
LBD "Nytetrayn"
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Date: 2003-08-01 05:06 am (UTC)That makes Baby Shinkuu cry.
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Date: 2003-08-01 05:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-01 07:31 am (UTC)...I really don't need to say much more. Complain as you will, get it off your chest, whatever.