October 17th, 2002

disco star

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another day, another freaking dollar.

every single freaking lead i've gotten this week has been a dud. i have sold a whopping $412 profit this pay period, which ends tomorrow, when usually by this time, i have at LEAST $2000 sold, getting close to $3000.

jess, do you think that ring you gave me is bad luck?
disco star

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i dreamed last night that something had happened, and i had been able to go on the cruise. i dreamed that i snuck to my boss's desk and took my tickets back out (why they were there instead of in my apartment, i have no clue). i dreamed that i danced and pirouetted with sunshine and rainbows and candy canes dancing around my head.

then i woke up.

i wanna go. i really wanna go. i just don't see how it's feasable. do work places allow you to go in the hole when it comes to vacation time? it doesn't hurt to ask, plead, throw myself at their mercy. worst case scenerio, Human Resources can have a good laugh at my expense. i mean, hell, i AM the girl whose thighs thanked the new young guy for getting her the gym membership.

i miss the excitement coming around that last bend in San Pedro, and seeing the beautiful commercialized Carnival Fishtail sticking up. i miss the fight through the serpentine line with the anticipation whether or not you got that upgrade. i miss finally edging your way through the metal detector and walking through the entrance and seeing how gigantos the ship looks, and how bright and heavenly it looks with the sun shining directly on it's gigantic whiteness. i miss chirping excitedly to the roommate as you go on the Quest to Find Your Room and See if Your Key Works. I miss dumping everything in the middle of the stateroom floor and bed and taking a deep breath as you decide whether to unpack or to leave and explore for Cute Singles.

i miss the ship rocking me to sleep every night. i sleep like a brick when i'm on a ship, a happy, innocent childlike slumber. i miss going on top of the ship every night after i have my cappuccino between lobster dinner and creme brule dessert, to find that 'alone' spot in the back side to let the wind blow through my hair, close my eyes, breathe the sea air and listen to the swoosh of the waves as i clear my head, letting all my stress for the moment float away. i miss that most of all. my Alone Time at night.

i think the dream gave me a slight bit of hope, that all is not lost unless you let it be lost. i want to fight for this vacation.

i WILL fight for this vacation.
disco star

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i'm obviously bored and shirking my duties during the first 2 hours of my shift:

10/17/2002

G R E E T I N G S Pisces

All forms of worship are welcome, from highfalutin' compliments to mischievous suggestions. ***i also take cash, ESPECIALLY take cash, who needs a good grovel and ass kissing if they can just toss a fiver at you and leave?***

You can take whatever comes at you and turn it into something worth having. ***translation: packrat-ism: my trash is also my treasure***

Your magnetic personality is drawing tons of attention from the Universe and a few other interesting specimens. ***translation: my leg will be humped by a dog sometime today, and aliens are watching from afar, trying to decide if and when exactly to abduct, and what size tube to use for my anal probe***

Although you understand yourself perfectly, others believe that you have a mysterious nature. ***and this is something new?****

You're not about to argue with a reputation that brings so much welcome attention into your life. ***i never argue with anything else, why start now?***

It's all grist for the mill. ***this is mysterious. some kind of new lingo, i think, involving tempe***

Anything you produce is worth its weight in gold. ***which is why i'm broke: i haven't done anything***
disco star

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no no no! guess what i just found out! i have like a little more than $300 left on my garnishment, meaning, that about $300 will come out of the check i get when i leave, and there will be like $30 out of the following check when i get back!

now, if i just work my ass of NOW and next week.... looks like i might be able to make that darn trip, anyhow!

i thought i owed like $660+, but they said when they just called me that they showed two payments, meaning $625.92 left, and i've made three! :D

i will certainly double check on my paystubs when i get home... but the special papers they've given me say that i've made three: one in the amount of like $190 and two in the amount of $309. :D
disco star

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low blood sugar pet peeve #2:

people feel free to come grab whatever i'm eating for a snack off my desk, i.e. pretzels.

i don't feel it's fair, because i can't eat their cookies and their donuts, so why should they be able to eat MY stuff?
disco star

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i love the feeling of knowing that someone is being a total bitch to you and talking shit about you behind your back, but you also know that they can't touch you because the boss likes you more than her?

nanny.

nanny.

boo.

boo.

go stick your head in doo doo.
disco star

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i have a little rollerball between my two buttons on my mouse at home, that i use to scroll down a page.

when i get to work, i forget that this one doesn't have the roller ball, and end up stroking the top of my mouse like i'm petting it, or scratching behind its ear.

*mew*

i spose it's alright until i start talking out loud to the mouse and telling it what a gooooooood little mousie it iiiiis... oooh da baybee...

*note: aubrey needs a nap.
disco star

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The deciding vote:

i've been iffy about cruising, but i just realized something and it made me come to a decision:

my office is moving buildings, and our last day in this building will be next friday, which will also be my last day at work for over a week, should i decide to go.

when we moved into this building two julys ago, i had the first shift ever in the new building that wasn't ready for us, and i was stuck in a room resembling a bomb shelter with cubicles answering calls and doing stuff that wasn't my job for FOUR HOURS before even being allowed to go on break or take a lunch. it was at the end of the shift that i was even allowed to see where my desk was, and i had to take another shift in the bomb shelter instead of unpacking my desk.

things didn't work for days. we had no phones half the time. our computers were missing pieces. the first week was a living hell.

if i go on vacation, everyone will have been in the new building for a week by the time i get back.

i am SOOOOOO going on vacation. money or not, i am SO not gonna work the first shift in the new building.

see you on the flipside, freaks ;) thanks for moving my stuff.

'preciate it.