September 12th, 2005

disco star

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when faetal moved, she left me this mug with a chicken on it, saying she hated it. she hated it so much, she thought i would be offended if she left me such an ugly monstrosity, and would chuck it as far as i could (not very, i throw like a 3 year old girl) as soon as she was out of sight.

on the contrary, i LOVE this mug. granted, i will NOT be racing out to fill my kitchen with roosters, heeeeck, no. one little mug is fine.

i call it my 'invader zim mug' because every time i pull it out of the cupboard, i say this.

every.

time.

there's a 'matching' duck one, too, but i say nothing when i pull it out of the cupboard, in case you were wondering. too bad that it isn't a squirrel mug.

too freeping early to be up. and why the HELL do i have to sit through all the training videos again? on four hours sleep. meh. i had TRIED to go to bed early, but because i fell face first on my mattress for a 2 hour nap upon getting home from work yesterday, it took FOREVER to fall asleep. meh. i suppose i should remember to take my birth certificate with me for the paperwork process.

*sigh*

part of me dreads and hates the idea of working two jobs again, but i know i can get through this. only four months. (unless i change my mind and decide that i want to spend 3 days a week helping little old ladies pick out yarn they don't know how to describe. doubtful.)

hope you all had a splendid weekend!
proud to be an ass

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as i'm getting ready to get ready to go to work at michaels, i keep having the nostalgic sensation of the first day i walked to work to there from here.

i still cut across the same parking lot, but am VERY cautious. i'm not the epitome of graceful on gravel, unfortunately.

at least the sun is up now. the falling in the parking lot incident happened in full dark.

and one more link, for those of you newer than 2 years on my list, about my parents and how i identify with them. or, how they are versus how i am. i still find it quite interesting that i am so much more like my father than my mother, when i have never spent too much time with him, especially as an adult.

anyhoo. i need to leave like NOW.
disco star

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if you wish to do a comparison, here's last time!

today was my first day at michaels. most people seemed genuinely excited to have me back, which made me happy. after HOURS of sitting there and watching silly training videos, i was tossed a sexy red apron, a flimsy box knife, and set free. it took a few moments to remember how to read the boxes, but within less than five minutes, it was almost as if i had never left. there were a lot of coworkers there today, most of them i didn't know. within fifteen minutes, they were all asking ME how to do things, where things were, if we carried other things.

funny.

i also realized, after clamboring up their skinny ladder for the first time, that i do NOT possess the upper arm strength that i did when i worked there last. whooo- weee. between the ladder climbing, the 15 hours on my feet, the half hour walk to/from work... i should be a muscular powerhouse in NO time.