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Wednesday, April 27, 2005

And in other news...

So I finally broke up with my boyfriend. What fun that was! The little twit cheated on me twice at least and the only thing that kept it from being an apparent third was that the guy he met online wasn’t that cute in person. I’ve been resisting the urge to write about him, but withholding emotion does bad things. I don’t dare talk to him, for fear my words spew like acid. He’s a fragile little creature, and can’t take what I have to say to him. I’ve no wish to obliterate him, though he’d better watch his step. People who cross me learn quickly to tread lightly. My mother is a prime example of this. She fears upsetting me, as I may never speak to her again…or something like that. I’m not quite sure what it’s all about. Really the only difference between me and other people is that I have my boundaries firmly established. There are set patterns of acceptable behavior, and if you deviate, you get purged from my life. No one steps on me, let alone someone with whom I would like to spend the rest of my life. The point he fails on is this: I do not need him in my life; I want him in my life. I do not depend for my survival on anyone but me. He, though, is probably already dating someone else, or just out there turning tricks, for fear of being alone. He’s incredibly needy, and completely untrustworthy. He’s deviously dishonest without reason, and his vacillation makes him unreliable. I will miss him, perhaps, when the novelty of having my life back wears off, though I doubt it. I look forward to building my life again, after he ripped it apart. I may find someone who is ready for a mature relationship, or I may simply make my way in the world with only my friends. Either prospect makes me happy, and brings peace into my once chaotic universe. Things long forgotten finally begin to fall into place. Friends long forgotten, return to me eons later. What joy I find in my life now.

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Morons

It's the bane of intelligent people everywhere. Once you do one thing that people think is amazing, no matter how mundane, you are the one people come to for everything, up to and including fixing their mistakes. My mom made me build her a website for her business. Not a difficult thing. She knows nothing of web design; if I threw a couple acronyms at her she'd probably have a heart attack and die. Yet she saw fit to go romping around through the settings on the site, and all of a sudden no one can access the website. Well done! You've broken the Internet, I told her. Then her merchant account disappears. Then she makes too many guesses at the security key that she couldn't access her first order! And it was $600!!! Now I get to sweep this mess up, while she's asking inane questions about a procedure that she's already read the instructions on. I told her to do the first formula. It has only four steps. I get an email asking how to do it! I said, "You just read it! You couldn't have forgotten that quickly!"

Now I have a new job. I had to leave my old one because I couldn't get a new schedule. I walked in and showed the hiring manager a proposed schedule. He said it should be fine, and asked me to submit the paperwork for it. I got the forms in shortly before I had to leave, as I was going to be gone for two weeks on vacation. Something told me to check back, and so I did, on the last day of my vacation. Bear in mind that I needed the new schedule to start the previous Monday. I got there, and I found out that the entire request was denied! Not part of it, the whole thing! I had to work at a second job the next day, but now I was scheduled here too. Not gonna work. I talked with the sup on duty, and she couldn't do anything but mark me as off unpaid. The hiring manager wouldn't be in until Monday, so I'd have to work the first part of my regular god-awful split shift, from 6:30 to 9:30 AM. He was supposed to be in at 8, but he was late as usual. Strolling in with an arrogant gait at 9, I decided to go see him when I got off. I walked over to his desk and the pompous twit wouldn't even look at me while he commented that he can't afford to lose a closer, and there are many people waiting in line for an earlier shift. Besides, he commented, "I'm not required to work around your school schedule." Really? Actually, no employer can deny someone an education by refusing to work around school. Rather than argue the point, and because the job sucked to no end, I acknowledged him, walked back to my kennel, and proceeded to pack my things. I emailed a couple people, and my sup, and just walked out.

My new job is better, though not by much. It's something I'm experienced at, so that helps. The only thing is, I'm the ONLY one here experienced at it. This place is run in such a slip-shod fashion that I'm itching to take over the managers position, which I could do sleeping upside down in a corner in some stranger's apartment four towns over better than the existing manager. She's sweet, but she's just kind of there. I asked what I thought was a typical question, when was the last time the copiers were calibrated. She gave me the most perplexed look I'd ever seen. I just about said, "Trade me seats." She keeps coming to me for ideas about how to make the place more money. I keep saying why don't we charge for our services, that'd be a great start. Everyday I come in she's left me at least one project that she couldn't/wouldn't do herself. On the bright side it's so much less stress. I've had the chance to realize how little it takes to make me inexplicably happy. I've started honing some of my innate abilities, much to my parents chagrin.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Good Ol' Willie

I'm kinda tired of hearing people say Shakespeare is boring, so I thought I'd share a couple of my favorite quotes. These are both from 'Much Ado about Nothing'. Benedic is a character I really identify with. Someone who, against all reason, ends up getting married after all (to the woman he's trashing in one of these quotes, no less).

The first is when his friends are teasing him about getting married:
"That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks: but that I will have a trumpet blasted in my face,or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me. Because I will not do them the wrong to mistrust any, I will do myself the right to trust none; and the fine is, for the which I may go the finer,I will live a bachelor."

Here, he's complaining about how Beatrice treated him at the party last night:
"Oh, she misused me past the endurance of a block! An oak but with one green leaf on it would have answered her; my very visor began to assume life and scold with her. She told me, not thinking I had been myself, that I was the prince's jester, that I was duller than a great thaw; huddling jest upon jest with such impossible conveyance upon me that I stood like a man at a mark, with a whole army shooting at me. She speaks poniards, and every word stabs: if her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were none living near her; she would infect to the north star. I would not marry her, though she were endowed with all that Adam bad left him before he transgressed: she would have made Hercules have turned spit, yea, and have cleft his club to make the fire too. Come, talk not of her: you shall find her the infernal Ate in good apparel. I would to God some scholar would conjure her; for certainly, while she is here, a man may live as quiet in hell as in a sanctuary; and people sin upon purpose, because they would go thither; so, indeed, all disquiet, horror and perturbation follows her." Ouch! Poor Beatrice. She did deserve it though...she got in a few shots of her own.