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I'm just posting this cause I felt the need to tell somebody without having to explain.
Please don't ask.
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confused
Today was awesome. I got to go home early so I walked home (since it was so nice out) and I stopped by Costello's to get dinner for me and my brother. I talked with Matt and Gabby for about an hour. Sadly, I missed Angie. But the best part was I got to make my own sandwich and dress a couple others. I still remember all the sandwiches and it was so much fun. I miss working there, wanna go back. Oh well, just gotta keep on looking for another job.
That's all for now. I know it's not a whole lot. Hopefully, I'll have more to write about soon.
laters!
- Mood:
amused
I haven't had a more free and more dizzy feeling in a long time.
Mmmm.....thank you sailor jerry.
- Mood:
drunk
When I first applied to Dairy Queen I had no idea what their hours of operations, which is my own damn fault for not researching that. So I had no idea what I had in store for me when I got hired. When I worked at Costellos I had a very agreeable shift working nights. With a few exceptions I was relatively happy with my job (even though I bitched about certain circumstances). With this new job I have had to work from 5pm to 11pm...a stretch for me, but i was relatively okay with this. About four weeks after I started working there I learned that our store hours are going to be changing soon from 11am to 11pm...which means closing crew doesn't get out until MIDNIGHT!!!! That was a huuuuge stretch. I felt uncomfortable working until 11! Yes, I did tell them that I could work at any time they needed me before I knew that they were going to be changing their times. Yes, I did, reluctantly, tell them that I could close until 12 even though I would prefer not to.
I don't like it at all.
I don't want to be stuck working til midnight.
My job, even though a monkey could do it, is very high stress. I rely on my dad/grandparents on rides home and I don't like having to ask them to pick me up from work that late, it sucks.
I got manipulated into closing and I fucking hate it.
As a happy note to today...I found $260 out in front of work today...booyah!
General update...well, I just barely made it out of my math class and I failed my english class. My mom is making me go back and I don't want to and I am trying to come up with a better solution for that.
I have been looking to get a new cat, and have a possible one waiting for me. She is an 11 month old tabby cat, white witha little bit of black. She has the sweetest temperment and I really hope I get her.
The past few weekends have been kind of frustrating. Thomas and Dev went to a concert while I was at work...that sucked a lot. And I haven't been able to go up to wisconsin at all since I started my new job. Since I have been closing on saturdays I haven't been able to spend as much time with Thomas either...which also sucks. Hopefully that will change since the new manager is trying to install a rotating schedule so that everyone gets the chance to have a weekend at least once in a month.
I also have recently decided I want to try cooking as a career. I like it, I think its fun and I think I can do it as a career. I am looking at options for that as well.
Other than that, not a whole lot going on.
Looking to the week ahead...first time I'll be in Wisconsin in over a month, WEWT! Gonna rock! That, and I really hope I can get my cat this week.
Thanks for reading!
-Mandy
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frustrated
http://www.mamapop.com/mamapop/2009/0
That's right....a religion based off of Twilight.
You may all start with the groaning.
About fucking up blizzards and cleaning things. It's weird, kept waking me up.
Anyone else experience that?
I recently (and I mean real recently) got a job at dairy queen. IT SUCKS! I get no break, even for a 6 hour shift! I don't even have time to take a piss when I'm at work. I just started, today was my fourth day, and I seriously am done working for dairy queen. I am not staying there longer than the summer. It's so unorganized there, the office is a mess, there's never a manager on schedule, there's always more people on schedule than there should be and even then we fall behind. There are waaaay too many people just starting their training (there are 5 including me). Their standards for cleanliness are nil. There is no need to wear gloves for things, sanitize or even wash our hands, it's sick! And don't even get me started on the food that we serve over at our location. Nothing is made to order...it's all microwaved. Disgusting, yes? I refuse to eat anything there, which means I usually go hungry for my whole shift until I go home. Every one who still works there hates it as well. I want to leave. I miss my old job.
It was epic, I feel relaxed now.
The weekend was okay, we hung out together on Friday all night. Which was nice, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks, so it was an awesome reuniting.
Then on Saturday we putted around the house until we had to pick Dev up for a midnight showing of Rocky Horror where Caitlin works. Which was nice. We had originally had planned on staying over at her house and then we opted for going back home to sleep instead. We got home in the wee hours of the morning and ended up sleeping for like ten hours.
That was followed by delicious things like showers and pancakes. :-D
After that we dropped Dev off at home and continued the cleaning spree.
Mom was here this weekend, flew in Thursday and was here for the weekend. She goes home tomorrow. It was good to see her again. I saw her last week, I was in Florida with her for a week. Which was awesome. We had a good time. We worked a lot, saw a lot of cool stuff, went out to eat and just hung out.
That was pretty much my weekend. Yup, it was exciting.
Laters
And, I'm tired of cooking for them. My dad and my brother. 3 to 4 times a week I make dinner, sometimes dessert, and I never get a thank you. I have to pester for them to put the food away. Seriously, I am so not ready for this whole surrogate wife/mom thing. And why the hell should I be?
I need to move out. As soon as it is possible for me to do so.
I need something to do.
I need human interaction.
It is ridiculous that my only human interaction today (other than saying 'hi' to my brother and dad as they came in before they promptly went into their rooms) was over the internet or on the phone.
It's getting sad...any suggestions for a solution?
- Mood:
discontent
About something so stupid that it would seem funny to most people. About something that causes a relationship split in movies and books and sometimes in real life.
The night started off well enough. Went with William to his school's anime club and had a good time watching some really old anime, eating birthday cake and having a good time meeting people. Met a new pocket person named Rachel and a few other people. They were all nice but I kinda felt outta the loop as any new comer would be.
I ended up leaving around 9 because I wanted a guaranteed ride home. So, I hopped on the red line and my dad picked me up.
On the way home Thomas and I were texting and he said he was going out to a movie and I asked which one. Just so happens that it was a movie that I wanted to see...with him. And he went without me.
I know, who cares? Big deal. He's entitled to go hang out with his friends and go see a movie whenever he likes.
It just upset me that the movie his group happened to pick was one that I wanted us to see together. And we would've if I didn't have a job interview tomorrow.
Didn't mention that did I? Yeah, have an interview tomorrow. It's the reason why I'm not snuggling with the boy right now.
Anyways, I went home, obviously a bit pissed and started bitching to my mom and Tissy. And then I felt a little better. Started watching Comedy Central and watched some of the stand up comics and felt much better. Then I called him around 12 to see what was up and he was still out and said he would call me when he got home. Still felt better at this point. It wasn't until he called me back that I started to get mad all over again.
He asked how my dad was and he sensed that I wasn't really thrilled with my evening, which was when I decided to basically say that "I was having a good evening until you told me that you were seeing a movie without me".
Which turned kinda awkward. Obviously. But then he's like well we can see it together and then I told him I'm going to see it by myself and then decided to go on a tyraid about how I realized today just how hard it is for me to do anything social without him because we haven't spent a friday without each other (unless I was working) in over a year. How I realized this evening that I really didn't realize how much this would affect my evenings because my social events are based around how I am able to get to place to place. Since I don't drive, this is mostly up to the mercy of the public transit system, my family and Thomas.
Then I switched that to how much I miss spending just one full day out of the weekend with him and that we haven't done that in awhile (I realize how jealous and pathetic and controlling this sounds btw).
And this lead to the talk of how I really wanted to spend Valentine's Day alone with him, even if we were just sitting in bed reading emails/comics or doing whatever in the same room. I just wanted it to be the two of us. Instead we went to a party at his friend Megan's house. I love Megan, and the party was awesome. We all had a good time, but it wasn't the Valentine's Day I had in mind.
I went on like this for a little while just blabbering and such until I had finally dug the conversation into what was what I hoped it wouldn't turn out to be. Me making verbal traps without me meaning to. Which made him frustrated and very quiet and he told me that I was making verbal traps, I rephrased and we all just kinda side stepped the whole thing.
This entire thing was came about because I was mad that I didn't get to go see my boyfriend because of a job interview and if I didn't I would've gone to see a movie that I really wanted to go see with him.
Stupid right?
So what am I going to do to make me feel better?
I'm gonna go see the damn movie, by myself. Gonna try and experiment with seeing a movie by myself, see how well I do. Because really, after my interview, there's really nothing else I'm doing.
Anyways, guess I'm done.
Thanks for reading yet another one of my whiney posts.
-Mandy
already it feels like an eternity.
i have had three interviews and sent out countless applications.
i hate unemployment.
some days i can barely make it to school because i have to scrounge for 5 bucks to get me there and back. i had to pay for the last two semesters because of some issues with my mom and i cant apply for financial aid. i cant do the stuff i used to like buy a book or have lunch at school when i want. i cant even pay for a freaking date with my boyfriend. makes me feel like a deadbeat girlfriend cause he has to pay for us all the time when we go out now.
i feel like im never gonna get a job at this rate. no one wants to hire someone with so little work experience and with hardly any skills. no one wants to train any one nowadays. and of course there is the fact that im not 21 and cant work at some establishments. and the fact that i dont drive or own a car. that makes things harder and makes me not eligable for some jobs. and lets not forget the distinct lack of a degree of any kind other than my high school diploma.
i am underqualified for most things and i refuse to work at mcdonalds.
i am pretty much le suck here.
even my old work was hiring for my position. a job i was good at, already knew how to do, a place i lived near by to...and they didnt call me, email me back...nothing.
i was a damn good employee there.
maybe i just suck.
i dont know...well, i guess im getting kinda whiny so i should stop before i start really makin an ass of myself.
thanks if you read
-mandy
- Mood:
depressed
Whoa, that's really fuckin' awesome.
It's been the longest amount of time we've spent with each other in one stretch.
- Mood:
giddy
It sucks to find out that through your own stupidity you lose out on stuff. This should've been quite obvious to me, but nevertheless, when I found out because of some absences and because I didn't do so hot on my exit exam I still have one more precredit class to take before I can take a course that counts towards my degree.
Awesome Mandy....good job ya moron
*smacks head on table*
On the plus side yesterday Caitlin and I had a girls' day and it was awesome.
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bitchy
<3 <3 <3
So. How does a simple conversation about finals turn into something so engulfing that it makes you burst to tears? By bringing money into the equation. Yes, the talk of finals ultimately lead to the question of what classes i was going to take next semester. This was followed by the question of how to pay for it. To which i responded to a certain party that it was going to be out of pocket since I don't know where my W-2 went; that it is somewhere in my mother's room and there are so many papers in her file cabinet it would take forever to find it since there's no set organization process going on in there. The said party asked me why I wouldn't and I responded that I'm not that interested in looking for a piece of paper to fill out my fafsa to get free money for school I dont wanna go to anyways (yes i see what is wrong with this but my stubborness and laziness take precedence over rationality).
So this party asked me, "why go" and i responded in the childish way of "because my mommy is making me". This lead to said person telling me that they knew what it was like to not get help from their parents and going to school and feeling their parents' want for them to finish school. This person said they didn't want to see all the money that I had worked so hard to save go into schooling when I could "suck it up" and search through my mother's papers for 8 hours.
This was followed by a long, long, long, long awkward silence and me saying I didn't want to talk about it anymore (even though, because I'm a female and problems are never shelved with "i dont wanna talk about it"s i really did) and then there was another long silence. Since I can't stand awkward silences for more than 5 minutes I piped up and asked what I could do to make things less awkward, which of course there is absolutely nothing either of us could say at that point. There were a couple more words exchanged and "good nights" and "i love you"'s were said.
Immediately, out of pure frustration and anger for this person not understanding why I refuse to dig through papers to help pay for college when my parents promised they would help me with college...i cried like a little baby. I cried for anger with this person and with myself for not understanding why i was mad in the first place when I had in no way expected them to understand why.
To sum it all up, I am tired and I'm not sleeping because....funny enough....when you're upset, you don't wanna sleep.
The End
why you ask?
because it is the absolute first time ive ever been invited to any of my boyfriend's houses for a family holiday.
sooooo excited
*squee*
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excited
This is kind of drama-dripping and whiny for a first post, but here it goes.
So, my best friend Nastassja has been completely angsty and whiny and calling me every five minutes. I shouldn'be be complaining and just be a good friend and listen to her whine...but let me let you in on what's been going on.
Four months ago, Nastassja started dating a boy named David.
They broke up not too long ago and there's been some drama with them. They want to remain friends but that seems to not be working out so well. They've been having trouble getting together because of scheduling issues. Then she complains that he never has time for her because he would rather see his friend Nick than her. Which is understandable because she is his ex and Nick is his best friend. In this i totally agree. She shouldn't expect things to go back to the way it used to be.
But....
Nick has always been not a fan of her. He made fun of her and stole David away when they were dating and kind of an ass but now he's gotten worse. Leaving a message on her phone calling her a cunt and a dyke and telling her to fuck her brother with a dildo. This is infuriating. Here's the fun part. David doesn't believe her and she wont leave me alone, talking to me all the time about her situation and how her mom doesn't care (seriously, it's no big surprise her mom isn't) and throough all this, I feel bad for her. It's a shitty situation. But I want her to stop calling me every five minutes. Over the weekend she called me like 5 times, within like a half hour span. It gets annoying. I went to throw in laundry and I left my phone on the charger. My grandma called me away to talk to her for awhile so I was downstairs with her for a half hour talking. I came back to check my phone. Not only did she call me five times and one text. OMG!!!! It's not like I'm ignoring her and she knows that.
Frustrating....I don't want to tell her that she should just shut up and deal with it, but it's ridiculous for her to call me every ten minutes like three times a day.
Meh....yeah....so, first post is over.
Thanks for reading!
-Mandy
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aggravated
