not fired not fired not fired!
the final write-up has to be approved (probably monday), but i'm granted a reprieve. however, should i ever be off a substantial amount of money again, my ass is out the door. but i can handle that. perhaps being fired later is better than definitely being fired now.
christmas:
1. finish 2, no - 3. wait, 4 scarves before monday.
2. make 3 mix cds (2 of which must be finished today.
3. do christmas cards. i am so lame, i haven't even started them.
4. write out scripture in both greek and english to put in whit's advent calender.
5. do laundry (seriously? such mundane things must still be done in the midst of the christmas season).
6. wrap all finished gifts for giving at work/sending home with my parents.
7. clean,clean,clean,clean.
I HATE WORKING IN CUSTOMER SERVICE DURING THE HOLIDAYS HOLY CRAP!
20 December 2008
18 December 2008
new things:
as in, i may need them. such as:
1. a new job.
and
2. a new place to live.
this guy came in to the bank last thursday, and through guile, subterfuge and my inability to grasp that people are sometimes smarter than me, walked out the door with $800.00 from my drawer.
fuuuuuuuuuck.
this isn't something that the human resources department has to fire me over, but it's something which they absolutely can fire me over. and, being the pessimist i am, imagine they probably will.
partly it seems like an exciting opportunity to not have to sit around kansas city for six months when i'm planning on moving anyway, but this isn't the way i wanted to make the transition back to wichita. shameful and without a job to replace this one.
holy cows. it's only a few days until christmas. tonight, i am cooking dinner for erin in celebration of her getting through her first semester of medical school. tomorrow, megan and i are doing christmas before she goes home for the holidays. then this weekend i am going to be a FuriousBallOfCleaningAndCraftingFire. you know, quick and dirty.
aaaaand, i may play a little final fantasy. or fricking finish my kingdom hearts game, because i still haven't conquered that motherfucker and i've had the second one waiting for me for a year now.
1. a new job.
and
2. a new place to live.
this guy came in to the bank last thursday, and through guile, subterfuge and my inability to grasp that people are sometimes smarter than me, walked out the door with $800.00 from my drawer.
fuuuuuuuuuck.
this isn't something that the human resources department has to fire me over, but it's something which they absolutely can fire me over. and, being the pessimist i am, imagine they probably will.
partly it seems like an exciting opportunity to not have to sit around kansas city for six months when i'm planning on moving anyway, but this isn't the way i wanted to make the transition back to wichita. shameful and without a job to replace this one.
holy cows. it's only a few days until christmas. tonight, i am cooking dinner for erin in celebration of her getting through her first semester of medical school. tomorrow, megan and i are doing christmas before she goes home for the holidays. then this weekend i am going to be a FuriousBallOfCleaningAndCraftingFire. you know, quick and dirty.
aaaaand, i may play a little final fantasy. or fricking finish my kingdom hearts game, because i still haven't conquered that motherfucker and i've had the second one waiting for me for a year now.
10 December 2008
snow!
me: does this account number maybe have another four at the beginning of it? because this isn't showing up. *tries it* no, that didn't work either.
him: no, it's ... four, four, nine, etc.
me: oh! four, four, nine instead of four, nine, nine. that works!
him: yeah. that's what i wrote.
me: oh. i'm sorry. your second four didn't look anything like your first one. in fact, it looked exactly like the nine right next to it!
srsly? i don't understand when it became so important to be right that people can't just admit their mistakes.
i was going to write about this incredible conversation my roommate and i had the other day about god and judging and how we pride ourselves on being open-minded and non-judgemental christians. what a crock of shit. the open-minded part, yes. the non-judgemental, not so much. because [and here's something that, though i think it, is still hard for me to grasp] judging anyone counts as judging. it doesn't matter if they are psychotic right-wing homosexual haters or conspiratorial abortion-backing agnostics. it is not my place, and not my job. christians are called to be the hands and feet of god - and those are not for smacking and stomping. they are for loving, encouraging, comforting, providing and caring. i've lived for a long time not feeling guilty about being a judgemental asshole, because i was only mean towards silly christians (and sometimes silly people in general). but i realize now that isn't okay anymore.
which sucks.
anyway, i wasn't going to write about that self-conviction.
i, as somewhat previously mentioned, am very abrasive, crass and sarcastic. i joke and tease and take very few things seriously. there's a kid in the youth group and in the sunday school class that i teach who is really a rockin' kid - but he's very earnest and honest and doesn't tend to recognize sarcasm and harsh joking when it's used. knowing his father, i understand, because his father is like that, too. i'm trying to connect with him and joke around with him (the kid, not the father), but it seems like everytime i do, he thinks that i'm trying to get onto him about something. i feel absolutely terrible about it, because he does nothing to deserve being chewed out. i know what i need to do from here on out, but i also feel like i owe him an apology. i don't know how to do that without making it seem like he's in trouble or something. blah. i'm so much better with older kids who don't care when i'm bitchy - they think it's hilarious anyway.
all that said, i need to get something to drink. and go grocery shopping.
him: no, it's ... four, four, nine, etc.
me: oh! four, four, nine instead of four, nine, nine. that works!
him: yeah. that's what i wrote.
me: oh. i'm sorry. your second four didn't look anything like your first one. in fact, it looked exactly like the nine right next to it!
srsly? i don't understand when it became so important to be right that people can't just admit their mistakes.
i was going to write about this incredible conversation my roommate and i had the other day about god and judging and how we pride ourselves on being open-minded and non-judgemental christians. what a crock of shit. the open-minded part, yes. the non-judgemental, not so much. because [and here's something that, though i think it, is still hard for me to grasp] judging anyone counts as judging. it doesn't matter if they are psychotic right-wing homosexual haters or conspiratorial abortion-backing agnostics. it is not my place, and not my job. christians are called to be the hands and feet of god - and those are not for smacking and stomping. they are for loving, encouraging, comforting, providing and caring. i've lived for a long time not feeling guilty about being a judgemental asshole, because i was only mean towards silly christians (and sometimes silly people in general). but i realize now that isn't okay anymore.
which sucks.
anyway, i wasn't going to write about that self-conviction.
i, as somewhat previously mentioned, am very abrasive, crass and sarcastic. i joke and tease and take very few things seriously. there's a kid in the youth group and in the sunday school class that i teach who is really a rockin' kid - but he's very earnest and honest and doesn't tend to recognize sarcasm and harsh joking when it's used. knowing his father, i understand, because his father is like that, too. i'm trying to connect with him and joke around with him (the kid, not the father), but it seems like everytime i do, he thinks that i'm trying to get onto him about something. i feel absolutely terrible about it, because he does nothing to deserve being chewed out. i know what i need to do from here on out, but i also feel like i owe him an apology. i don't know how to do that without making it seem like he's in trouble or something. blah. i'm so much better with older kids who don't care when i'm bitchy - they think it's hilarious anyway.
all that said, i need to get something to drink. and go grocery shopping.
04 December 2008
today, i am sick:
so, unless you want to hear the absolute truth with no sugar-coating, don't talk to me. because i don't have the patience.
there are days when i don't mind that my journal isn't entirely secret anymore. then there are other days (read: today), when i wish that i could write long-hand as fast as i could type so i could have a place to record my thoughts that isn't public.
things i need:
1. for it to not hurt when i take a deep breath.
2. to actually get a lunch today [we'll see if this happens or not].
3. another week's worth of free time to try to do things. like, homework type things.
this mutant-baby sickness sucks ass. i want a nap.
there are days when i don't mind that my journal isn't entirely secret anymore. then there are other days (read: today), when i wish that i could write long-hand as fast as i could type so i could have a place to record my thoughts that isn't public.
things i need:
1. for it to not hurt when i take a deep breath.
2. to actually get a lunch today [we'll see if this happens or not].
3. another week's worth of free time to try to do things. like, homework type things.
this mutant-baby sickness sucks ass. i want a nap.
02 December 2008
coffee = good; pomegranate lychee tea = bad
i know. i finally tried the POM tea, and hated it. i don't know if it's the one i grabbed specifically or all of them - but i'm willing to try others.
furthermore, i need to stop smoking. or maybe just change what i smoke but i really. don't. like. normal cigarettes. i only smoke because i enjoy it and if i'm going to force myself to get used to something i hate, it might as well be exercise or living below my means or something useful like that.
advent has started, and i can't help but love this time of year. it seems like everyone gets more serious about life now...not necessarily that everyone is grave but that things seem to hold more meaning. i don't know, i wish it was like that all year round.
a sidenote: every year, i protest heartily the changing of the muzak to christmas tunes. i think it's because i worked at hobby lobby once for almost a year and christonacross, i think they started piping in christmas music right after halloween. anyway, someone sneakily changed it last night after i had gone home. bah, humbug. to the music at least.
shiz. i'm getting torpedoed here at work. torpedo'd? whatever. i've been hit by a torpedo at work today. is it 4:15 yet?
furthermore, i need to stop smoking. or maybe just change what i smoke but i really. don't. like. normal cigarettes. i only smoke because i enjoy it and if i'm going to force myself to get used to something i hate, it might as well be exercise or living below my means or something useful like that.
advent has started, and i can't help but love this time of year. it seems like everyone gets more serious about life now...not necessarily that everyone is grave but that things seem to hold more meaning. i don't know, i wish it was like that all year round.
a sidenote: every year, i protest heartily the changing of the muzak to christmas tunes. i think it's because i worked at hobby lobby once for almost a year and christonacross, i think they started piping in christmas music right after halloween. anyway, someone sneakily changed it last night after i had gone home. bah, humbug. to the music at least.
shiz. i'm getting torpedoed here at work. torpedo'd? whatever. i've been hit by a torpedo at work today. is it 4:15 yet?
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