o.O Whoa…My life really -does- suck!
| This Is My Life, Rated | |
| Life: |  5.2 |
| Mind: |  6.8 |
| Body: | 4.9 |
| Spirit: |  6 |
| Friends/Family: |  3.2 |
| Love: |  0 |
| Finance: |  2.6 |
| Take the Rate My Life Quiz | |
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
My Onion Phase
Eh…Sorry about the lack of posting n’ all. I’ve been busy going through finals, chores, Goose sleeping over and an emo-esque soul-search in that order. I guess it all started with what I’d call “The Onion Phase”. It refers to a point in one’s life where the taste buds change to the extent that a type of food that tasted like crap when I was young suddenly kicks the ass it came out of when I’m a bit older. In this case, yes, it was onions. When I was a bit younger, I didn’t like onions much; whether it was the flavor, or the telltale crunch it just kinda…Ick. But about six months ago, I tried onion rings…And I liked it. For those who really, truly have no life, the onion rings were Burger King…Although I’ve tried several different kinds afterwards and still like ‘em. Well, a few weeks ago the idiots at the same Burger King forgot to take the stuff off the double-whopper I normally didn’t like, so I took them off…Except for the onions.
I believe Samuel Jackson said it best: “Damn, this is one tasty burger!”…Now get me my onions. They’re the ones that say “Bad Muthafuska” on them.
Finals came, and went. ITS was easy…I got a solid B; it’s Accounting that I’m worried about. Yeah, Accounting. The evil little class that has absolutely nothing to do with computer programming yet is still necessary to follow through with because it’s what’s needed for the degree. x.X I don’t even know if I passed the class or not…It’s not because I’m terrible at numbers. That’s actually a strong point for me; it’s just that individual people normally don’t do accounting like they’re teaching it…This is the stuff of corporations. Eh, I guess I was so bumfuzzled between stress at work and the other classes that it didn’t sink in…I can only hope I do better, before long.
Yeah, I’ve been unemployed for a while. I’m not going to say it’s not my fault; to an extent, it most certainly is. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to accept full responsibility. Well…At least in this case. Between painting the basement, helping with the carpet and the tile, helping bring parts of the pool table in, bringing the t.v. and splitting wood (Yes, we have more! x.x;; ) I’ve been busting my ass. But now that it’s said and done, the basement looks awesome, to say the least. I’ve been playing pool for at least an hour a day, mostly more than that. I suck terribly, but I have the hope that I’ll get better if I practice a lot over the next few years. ;p Here’s hoping!
But yeah; the dreaded wood has returned, as knotted and busty as ever. Don’t get me wrong; when it comes to the fairer sex, busty is…Kinda-sorta a plus. But not with wood. Oohh, no…Not when I have to go medieval on the bastard with a splitting maul. But the good thing is that my hands are getting a bit tougher (and therefore do not hurt when I beat wood all day…And not like that, you sick bastards…) and my arms are getting a bit more defined. I won’t have a chiseled body anytime soon, but I can notice a bit of the winter-weight worked off with each beat of the wood (Okay…NEXT TOPIC! >.<).
Yeah, another reason why I haven’t posted at all lately is because Goose slept over for a few days; he was out of school, and it wasn’t as if I had anything special going on. More or less, all we did was play Halo 2 and Oblivion, play pool, and bust open logs. It wasn’t anything special, but I kinda enjoyed it, y’know? But yeah…When I get Playstation 3, and when Oblivion comes out for it…I’m getting that bastard. It’s by far…Yeah, I’m not going to tongue it’s hole. It kicks ass, and the storyline is deep as the world is changin’. Done like dinner.
As for the emo-esque soul-searching moment, well, it made sense when it first crossed my mind. a.a But now that I think about it, as much as it makes sense I somehow feel it would make me look a lot less of a weepy fool who can’t change things if I just left it out. o.o;;
Oh, and I technically shouldn’t even be online right now. Yeah, the dog took a nice big dump on the new carpet downstairs. Dad got mad with his anxiety problems and started yelling a lot…Which made mom mad. Mom and dad argue for a while, and then mom takes her anger out on the rest of the family. i.e. me, by telling me to get offline. Normally I’d give her the typical “I’m an adult now, and I can do whatever the hell I want!” phrase, but the simple fact remains that I’m currently unemployed and live under their roof. Parents tend to counter my rebellious phrase with “My house, my rules. If you don’t like it, then get the fsck out.”
x.x Yeah…I’m stuck with mom and dad for a while, damn it.
Monday, May 15, 2006
x.X
Yeah, yeah; I know…No long posts in a while. But…Well, there are certain mitigating circumstances and damn it, this is one of ‘em. For a little under a week I’ve been helping prime and paint the interior of my basement (And getting paid $200 for the whole thing). Then I’ve been helping with putting the tile and carpet down, even though it’s the people we pay’s job to do it and not me. Then I helped with cutting a dead tree down in our front yard, even though that wasn’t my job, either. It’s a part of being the back of the family, considering my mom has a dislocated disc, and my dad has Degenerative Disk Disease. So for a little under a week, I’ve been reduced to an irritable, bitter, sleepless, spiteful man whose brain has been reduced to a pickle in brine. That’s right; if you thought I was bad before, I was very rawr, and not in the bedroom-naughty way. x.x
The good news is that I won $40, today. =3 The construction worker who’s working on our basement slapped $20 on a big log and said that I couldn’t split it in half in 30 minutes. I split the thing in 3 minutes. x.x My dad picked out another one full of knots and said I couldn’t do it in fifteen minutes…I broke the skin on my right hand, just underneath my middle finger. And…I did it in 12 minutes. ^-^ So I’m a splittin’ fiend.
Eh…I still feel like a train wreck, to be honest; under normal circumstances I’d type more, but I’ll leave that for tomorrow, assuming that I’m rested enough to do so.
Tuesday, May 9, 2006
…And I’m Spiderman, Too!
Your results:
You are Spider-Man
You are Spider-Man
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You are intelligent, witty, a bit geeky and have great power and responsibility.  |
And I’m a Sinful, Lazy Bastard Too!
| Greed: | Medium | |
| Gluttony: | Medium | |
| Wrath: | Low | |
| Sloth: | High | |
| Envy: | Medium | |
| Lust: | Medium | |
| Pride: | Low |
Monday, May 8, 2006
I’m Going to Hell…;-;
The Dante’s Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | High |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Moderate |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Low |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very High |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Moderate |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Moderate |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Low |
Take the Dante’s Inferno Hell Test
Blaaaarg! ;-;
This whole error thing is tickin’ me off in a bad way. So instead of an incredibly in-depth look into my emotions and how lethargic I feel, you’re getting a picture or two. ;p
Wednesday, May 3, 2006
Want Some Creamy Alfredo?
Eh, I had a pretty decent time, last night. I went bathtub racing and got a few starbursts and teddybears out of it. I mostly won by being cheap and cutting ‘em of around corners and all. >=D I’m an evil bastard, I know. After that I tried my hand at the pizza contest, where I had to eat as much of a large Papa John’s pizza in five minutes as I possibly can. >.< I was right behind the person who won, so yeah…But I found that eating a good pizza isn’t as enjoyable when one’s cramming as much of it as one can down one’s stomach. =3 A band came around and started playing, but since nobody was there and I was getting bored I left. a.a Eh, boredom sucks.
At the moment, I’m going to eat alfredo chicken. Yeah, I know some people don’t like alfredo…But I do, so bite me. =3 I’d post more if I had more to say, but…I don’t. x.x Go figure. I’ll try and type a bit more later, if I’m up for it.
Tuesday, May 2, 2006
Bleh..
u.u Y’know, there’s a very good reason why I’ve been skimping out on my blogs, lately; the past two times I tried to send it, an error occurred that erased all of it both times. >.< And I spent a lot of time on the little bastards. So…Tom’s News, take 3.
First of all, I’m not a waiter anymore. The short story is that the owner is a psycho-bish, but in order to properly explain the prediciment I need to elaborate upon the situation…So here goes: I really enjoyed being a waiter. Aside from reeking of cigarettes occasionally, I didn’t have too many complaints. The waitresses were surprisingly pleasant to be around, the cooks made me laugh on more than one occasion, the busgirl was kinda cute and the manager was the most considerate, understanding person I’ve ever known; I have nothing but the deepest respect for Robyn, and the fact that I enjoyed her laid-back management is one of the reasons why I’m so pissed off for my loss of job. I got along with almost everyone. = Everyone but the fsckin’ owner.
The owner really didn’t relish the fact that the manager hired me; this was mostly because I had no experience at waiting tables and I needed training. I guess I could understand that; but in the beginning, I didn’t understand why everyone who worked there really -hated- her. Well…Tch; yeah, I found out before too long. She yells at her employees and treats them in such a condescending manner over the most trivial things. I guess ‘emotionally abusive’ would be the best way to describe her; but really, only the people who worked under her saw that side of her. In either case, every other day that I saw her she threatened my job if I “Didn’t impress her”. =( And me, being desperate for keeping a job I like, was getting paranoid over keeping my fsckin’ job, y’know?
Anyways, last Thursday I had made a few relatively minor mistakes (And when I say minor, I mean -minor-; as in forgetting to ask what kind of dressing they wanted with hot wings when it either came with ranch or blue cheese). I had my first large table downstairs, and made the biggest tip I’ve made in…Well, ever (They spent $93 on their meal; they gave me a $20 tip. Yeah…), and they knew the owner so they tried to put in a good word for me. At the end of the night, she told me that the table downstairs liked me so much because I was the worst server they ever had and, if I didn’t impress her the next day, that she’s have to let me go.
Wait…So a table who gives me over a $20 tip, tries to put in a good word for me, and was very friendly towards me…Thought I was the worst server ever? Jesus Christ, one would expect there’d be more ‘bad servers’ if customers tossed out high tips their way. o.O Seriously, my opinion of that bish reached an all new low after that…I mean, not even being a blond excused her from that one. x.x ::Drum riff:: What’s worse is that she managed the place on Thursdays and Fridays…Which meant that I’d have to impress her the very next day.
So anyways, I’m getting scared for my job for the third time since I’ve been there the next day. I get there, and do PERFECTLY for the first few hours…And then my typical manner of luck happens. I write down an order of shrimp scampi and three orders of spaghetti with sausage, and put four orders of spaghetti with sausage into the computer (Yes, I mistook my own handwriting; yes, it’s that bad). The problem was that I didn’t quite realize the mistake until they were made and the woman informed me of my mistake.
I faced a dilemma; I could either tell the owner and get fired at the end of the night for ‘not impressing her’, or I could do what I could to repair the situation while still attempting to keep my job.
..Okay, I’m an honest guy; but I’m going to try and keep my job.
So I put in the order of Shrimp Scampi, boxed up the order of spaghetti, apologized many times in the most amicable fashion to the woman I made the mistake with (who, in turn, was very sweet and accepted every apology), and continued to do my job. The problem was that only a manager could void an item out after it had been put in and of course, with my luck, she found out everything- either through the computer or through the cooks- and fired me for not telling her about the predicament so she could apologize to the customers (I “embarassed” her, she said…Kinda funny, how the people from that table gave me a $9 tip for $30 tab and she thinks she’s lost business).
All kidding aside, I confess that I do feel more than just a little bit of shame for my deception; I’m really not the sort of person who covers up his mistakes instead of being a man and fixing them. And if it were anyone else but that condescending bish who threatened my job every other day I’d have told the manager in a heartbeat. Part of me- the rational part, I’ve noticed- keeps telling me that I’d have lost my job either way, and that she was just looking for a reason to let me go. But really, I’m…Disgusted by what I had done to try and keep a job I liked, and feeling a mixture of outright anger at both the owner and myself. The owner I’ll get over; she means little more than the shit I scrape off my ass every day…It’s the disappointment in myself that’ll take some time to get over. I just hope I don’t develop a phobia towards blondes…o.o; That’d be fscked up.
On a very slightly more positive note, I got Advent Children before I was fired; and to be honest, I enjoyed it a great deal. What I didn’t enjoy was the fact that so many stores have it, but Best Buy had a cache. Seriously…K-Mart didn’t have it, Walmart was out, and I had no luck with Target…But Best Buy not only had a ton, but they were also on sale for $14.99. x.x Righteous. But really, the movie isn’t going to be enjoyable if the person watching it didn’t play through Final Fantasy 7. And if that’s the case…>.< Demmit, buy a playstation and/or FF7 game and play away. The hands look like blocks (“Good Graphics” of ‘97), but the storyline blows me away in more ways than one. FF7 is easily one of my favorites for all time; and if you play RPG’s and haven’t played it yet…Shame on you. You’ve been dishonored through your inaction. ;-; And for the record, yes, I cried when Aerith/Aeris…No! I can’t continue! ::Cries!::
So the synopsis of it all is that I’m currently unemployed…And although I feel guilt for what I’ve done, I’m not sure if I should temper it with a feeling of liberation or distress, for getting away from a psycho-bish owner or for leaving a job I really did enjoy.
::Sighs:: Here’s hoping this one gets through, this time…
(It did an error again, but I saved it this time…Ha!)
