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May 8th, 2009


10:53 pm
COALD
-Care
-Obedience
-Accountability
-Loyalty
-Disclosure

PETE
-Police Action
-Escheat
-Taxation (?)
-Eminent Domain

DUST
-Fuck if I know

Dammit.

I'm going to get these down. I have to.

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April 17th, 2009


06:31 pm - Huh
You know, I really didn't expect that I'd be getting the payroll position at work, a clear promotion from my current job. I may be intelligent, hardworking, great to get along with, cheap, good at math, skilled with computers, well liked by all the employees, and able to stare at a computer screen for hours on end with no ill effects, but I don't have any experience.

Apparently, and I did not know this, everyone else on the planet has payroll experience. And this is the only thing that matters, despite the fact that they'd be more expensive to hire and they'd have to be trained in our way of doing the job anyway.

Yeah, this didn't come as a shock. Mostly, I just wanted to see what excuse they'd give me when they told me I wasn't being considered.

But now, I really think my workplace is actively trying to get me to quit.

This also shouldn't be a shock, as Harborside Healthcare has a grand old history of trying to can everyone who's decent at their job.

I can deal with not being allowed to troll the internet on my laptop at work. Frankly, I'm surprised I've gotten away with it for this long. But they give me maybe an hour's worth of work to do a day, and now I can't internet, read a book, draw, or anything else but stare into space for at least four hours a day, eleven on the weekends.

And I'm sorry, but what's this bullshit about giving us more work so we can 'earn our pay'? We don't get paid very much to begin with, despite the fact we're everyone's gopher. If I were making decent money, I could understand telling us to earn it, but we get paid less than anyone in either the building or in our specific line of work. I know, I've checked. We do everything anyone asks, but we don't earn our paycheck? Apparently, working quickly and efficiently is something they can penalize us for. Imagine.

I suppose I shouldn't be too upset. In a week and a half, I'm starting my real estate classes, and after I'm licensed, I'm guaranteed a job with my coworker's son's office. So I shouldn't be here too much longer to begin with. I just hate being shit on by the people above me, literally and figuratively.

Also, I need to get back into the habit of LJing, and drama at work seemed like a good excuse. :-/

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April 6th, 2009


10:42 pm - I'M NOT DEAD
Kamen Rider Phoenix says:
No, he hates me.

Joe Thunder says:
Does he?
Huh.

Kamen Rider Phoenix says:
...I think?
I really don't know.
He once told me I had no soul.

Joe Thunder says:
Didn't he keep inviting you to those chats where he irritated everyone?

Kamen Rider Phoenix says:
This was after.

Joe Thunder says:
Well, you don't, so that's not saying much.

Kamen Rider Phoenix says:
True.

Joe Thunder says:
Like when I call you gay and then laugh.
It's not an insult if it's true.
By the way.
You're gay.
HAHAHA

Kamen Rider Phoenix says:
*Single, manly tear*

Joe Thunder says:
That was a classic conversation.
I'm posting it to my MSN bio.
This part to.
...maybe without the typo.

Kamen Rider Phoenix says:
Now I'll be exposed to EVERYONE.

Joe Thunder says:
Just like me at my graduation!

Kamen Rider Phoenix says:
Who thought your penis was concave!

Joe Thunder says:
WHO TOLD

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March 2nd, 2008


01:03 am

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January 7th, 2008


08:01 pm
Well, the cycle as begun anew.

I wish I could say going in eyes wide open was going to affect things one way or the other, but I think everyone knows it won't.

Prove me wrong, Joe. Prove me wrong!

In other news, I went to my very first murder mystery party Saturday night. It was fairly awesome. I played a French(ish) chef who was planning to kill the guy slowly through poison, but did not succeed because someone beat me to it. That someone was the lawyer, despite my insistence that it could only be the famous author (although, in retrospect, it should have been obvious, given the amount of information he had. I think I just liked calling the author a witch all night.). There was food, and punch, and mystery, and shouting, and fishnets, and it was all awesome!

And then there was Rock Band, which I'm either really bad or really good at. I haven't decided. On the one hand, I was getting fairly high scores for someone who'd never played the game before, but on the other hand, it was all on easy because I am a pussy.

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December 20th, 2007


01:44 am
As I was eating my Fudgsicle earlier, it occurred to me that I would have made a fantastic gay man.

I'm pretty (read: very) flamboyant, I know how to accessorize, I can decorate a room, bright colors make me happy, and when you put a Fudgsicle in my hand I go to town on that sucker.

Sorry, homosexual community. Your loss is the ladies' gain.

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December 18th, 2007


10:45 pm
Christmas music can suck my left nut.

Just saying.

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November 28th, 2007


11:48 am - Ugh
Today's going to suck.

It really is.

If I hadn't already agreed to dinner with my grandma before I remembered what today was, I'd just disappear for the day like I planned. Unclefucker.

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November 22nd, 2007


09:58 pm
Oh my god.

Yesterday at work, a woman in a wheelchair fell and smacked her head on the sidewalk right outside the front door. I was upstairs bringing up the mail, so I couldn't stop her. I in fact only got back downstairs just in time to see her topple. I did what I was supposed to (Paged the nurses to the front, called 911), but I was on the verge of tears the rest of the night.

I know it wasn't my fault. I wasn't dicking around in the building, I was upstairs doing my job. But I couldn't help but feel so guilty for letting her fall like that. Okay, 'letting' is a bit strong, as I ran as fast as I could to try and not let her fall. Everyone could tell how upset I was, as I kind of wear my heart on my sleeve. And contrary to what is apparently popular belief, having everybody and their mother (no, literally, someone's mother) tell me it wasn't my fault kind of makes me think everyone's overcompensating because it was my fault. And yeah, I know it wasn't, I know I couldn't have done anything to stop her (except wait until she wasn't in the lobby to bring the mail up, but she never goes for the door! Ever!), but I still felt like shit, and I'm still kind of depressed about it over a day later.

In four years of working at the 'home, no one's gotten hurt like that on my watch. Sure, people have gotten out the door once or twice (can't be helped, and they didn't get much further), but no one's gotten so hurt that the ambulance had to come take them away (I found out later she only needed a few stitches, but I was imagining the worst all night). And I feel kind of stupid for crying. It's not like anyone else did, but... fuck, it sucked. Actually, no, I don't mind crying, I mind crying in front of people.

So, since yesterday, I've felt like a screwup and a pussy. I know I shouldn't. Everyone's told me I shouldn't. But I do. And I hate it.

Thank god for my vacation next week.

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November 8th, 2007


09:13 pm - Oh yeah
I'm in love with this girl.

Yeah, yeah, oldest story in the book, but this is my LJ, so fuck off.

I really don't have much of a basis for comparison, given, but I'm pretty sure it is in fact love. Most people dream about the coitus with the objects of their desires (I'm told), but my dreams? Well, let's see. My last dream about her was that I was the one she came to for comfort and support. There was kissing, yes, but not really sexual kissing, just... me comforting her.

It felt nice.

Or, who knows, maybe I'm just fucked up like that.

I've been told by everyone I've confided in on the matter that I should just tell her how I feel, but I can't. It's not only my vehement not-wanting-or-needing-to-be-rejected-outright thing that I constantly blame it on. It's that... well, I just can't. It's not her boyfriend (although he doesn't help), it's not that she's the type of person to get all weird if a friend confesses his love for her (although she isn't), it isn't that we don't speak all that often (although that kind of makes the fact that I still dream about her a little frightening; is there such a thing as subconsciously obsessive?).

But there are concrete reasons, that I won't go into here because I might show her this LJ one day and I don't need her figuring me out like that. This, of course, assumes she doesn't already know, which she likely does. I am not anyone's definition of 'subtle', and I've surely hinted at it enough within that circle of friends that it'd be legitimately surprising if no one has figured it out and let her know.

I'm, honestly, a little tired of it. I do love her, as she is the coolest thing with a vagina since whoever was the first lesbian, but I really need to shit or get off the pot here. It irritates the hell out of me that I can't even move on having not seen or spoken to her in months, and I'm sure it irritates the people I talk about this to.

So, I'm here. I foresee a lot of these types of posts in the future, get the fuck used to it, readers that I don't actually have.

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