Wow…

It sure has been an eventful past couple days.  I think, at this point, I could write a book with some of the shit that happens around me.  Let’s begin, shall we?

A couple nights a week, on World of Warcraft, I raid with my guild, and it’s a lot of fun.  Last night we were raiding, and I was just minding my own business, when all of the sudden I hear this insanely loud booming noise coming from my neighbor’s house. It sounded like a scene out of Ace Ventura: Pet Detective, when all the animals come to the rescue, except with more rhinos pounding through the rooms.  My brother was sitting on the other side of the room, and we both looked at each other and said, “What the hell was that?”  My brother went over to my neighbor’s house to investigate.  A few minutes later, he ran inside the apartment and said something about my neighbor falling, and his tv fell over too.  I was right in the middle of the last boss fight in Naxxramas when he said this.  I looked at my computer and told my guildies that I REALLY had to go afk for a minute and that something was wrong.  They all kind of stopped talking and I could almost hear question marks replacing their speech.  I went over to my neighbor’s apartment to check out the scene and see if they needed help, but as soon as I opened the door, my brother hand gestured me to go back to my place.  Later on when my brother came back, he told me the situation.  Drunk neighbor, fell into the tv, crashing to the floor; tv going with him.  Neighbor threatened to hit my brother, so he just left.  This morning he came over and knocked on our door about 17 times, and finally my brother answered the door to see my neighbor standing there asking for help moving his tv back in place.  My brother reluctantly went over to help.

That is the main thing that happened.  It was so odd and strange.  On the plus side, I went over to my BFF’s house today to watch Twilight. We made our own commentary through the entire movie, which made it bearable to watch.

That’s what is new with me right now.. Nothing too much going on to be worth blogging about. Sorry!

Until next time…
S

Obligatory “I’m Back” Post

Well hello!  What is that you say? Why yes, it has been a long time since I’ve updated my blog.  And yes, I was very angry, as you can see in the previous post.  I like to think I had somewhat of a good reason to be mad though.  As angry as I was, I am still with US Bank, however.

Well, let’s see! It’s now 2009. 2008 proved to be a year of epic fails, and I’m still walking down that path.  Why, just this morning I gracefully rose from my queen sized bed to find the house as clean as can be, and a pot of freshly brewed coffee ready to be drank.  What happened in reality? I woke up from a vivid dream, rolled off my air mattress over some slippers and possibly a cat; slowly rose to a standing position, wading through piles of clothing to the kitchen where the coffee that was made yesterday was still sitting in the pot, looking at me with those black, glossy eyes, wondering why I hadn’t rinsed it down the sink.  Instead of doing what any normal person would do, I looked at the coffee pot, turned around, and went to my computer.

Looking at the time, I realized I was actually up quite early at 8:30am in comparison to my usual 1:00pm. I turned on my computer, listened to it hum a bit and immediately opened twitter to see if I had any new followers or @replies. I didn’t.
I sifted through the tweets, news, and Facebook statuses to find, just like yesterday, that I wasn’t interested in what anyone had to say. I closed my browser, and looked at the World of Warcraft button; positioned so perfectly on my desktop. I thought for a moment that maybe I should clean up my house, take that walk I always wanted (I then looked outside to find gloom and misery. I closed my blinds tighter,) or look around the net to see if any new job prospects had popped up.  After these thoughts, I looked back at the World of Warcraft button, and double clicked.

“I can clean later.”  “I’ll take that walk tomorrow when it’s not so gloomy and cold out.”  “I just looked at jobs last night. There’s nothing new.”  And so began my day.  One would think I was having a Groundhog Day moment, where the same things happened over and over every day.

The couple things I did do differently, however:  I woke up early, drank black coffee (remember? no creamer), and updated my blog.  I’m hoping to do two out of the three things on a regular basis. We’ll see!

Oh, US Bank.

I am BEYOND pissed right now. I am livid.

I deposited my first paycheck from my new job into the bank yesterday (see: THURSDAY) and I went to my bank account today in hopes to take out some money for groceries and incidentals to find out that my money won’t be available to me until at least MONDAY.

I can’t even DESCRIBE how fucking mad I am right now. Do you know what kinds of kinks this puts into my weekend plans?? I was waiting FORFUCKINGEVER to go out with my best friend tonight, and now I can’t because I HAVE NO MONEY. I also was going to pay my very overdue utility bill, so that I may have a chance at redeeming myself and keeping electricity. I was also going to pay for WoW so at least I had something to do this weekend.

The thing that pisses me off the most? I have no food in my house. And now I have NO money to buy any food, so I have to starve myself until Monday because some slackjaw fucker who heads the bank decides that he can keep my hard-earned money. Things got pretty heated when I decided to call the bank and see what was up. Some idiot answered the phone:
“U.S. Bank, where we care or some stupid bullshit.”
Me: “I have a question about my account.”
Douchebag: “Oh, I’m sorry, we just shut down all the computers.”
Me: “Oh, well maybe you can answer this general question for me. I deposited a check yesterday, and I looked online and my money is still not available, and I’m just wondering when I might be able to see my own money, and be able to use it.”
Douchebag: “Oh, well, it can take up to 5-7 business days for money to become available, but it usually takes 1-2 business days to become available.”
Me: “Are you kidding me? And people stay with your bank? Well, if this money isn’t available TOMORROW, then on Monday, I’m coming in there, withdrawing all my money and taking my business somewhere else. This is bullshit.” And I disconnected the phone. It didn’t go exactly like that, but maybe you can sense some of the frustration I had when some pompous teenager answered the phone.

SO. Here I sit on a Friday night. I was waiting all month for this one night to go hang out with my friends, and now I can’t even do that. Not only that; now I have to eat crackers all weekend in hopes that I don’t keel over from some kind of malnourishment I’m bound to suffer this weekend.

It’s pretty sad when for the first time in months you have a genuinely happy day, and then a half an hour before getting ready to go out, you check your bank account, and everything goes down the shitter.

You know, if it’s not one thing, it’s another. How can bad things keep going wrong continuously for one person? I don’t know. Just doesn’t seem fair, somehow.

Mask

I started my new job on Monday, and so far I love it. It gets tiring, and a little stressful but which job doesn’t? One of the things that makes my job enjoyable is that I think entirely inappropriate things while at work.  I think to myself,
“If I were to scream right now, I would scare the shit out of everyone.” Or, “I wonder what they would do if I just laughed out loud a little too long or loud.” Things like that. I do that at least once a day, and it makes me laugh a little inside, and makes the day go that much faster.

I do work eight hour shifts now, which is such a delightful change from twelve hour shifts. Not to mention, those twelve hour shifts at my old job was like someone taking off my limbs and taking out my teeth! But that wasn’t just the shifts that made me feel like that. I think the tons of people who came from my old job and are now working with me can agree with me on that one.

So it’s Saturday and I slept in, which was so nice and now my plan is to watch tv and play WoW all day. Because I CAN. So for now, I’ll leave you with a little treat:

Weekend Engagements

I went home this weekend so I could ride with my mom to Eau Claire for my brother’s engagement party. It was a nice weekend, despite the fact that the night they actually had the dinner party it must have been at least 90 degrees out and every time I would turn around part of my face would melt off.

We first had a delicious dinner of marinated pork tenderloin with mashed potatoes, squash, and cake for desert. After the dinner we headed over to the bar for a more informal gathering, as well as a free quarter barrel of high life. Surprisingly we ended up leaving before bar time, and didn’t even attend any after bar parties or anything.
So all in all the weekend ended up great, and now I’m back home waiting impatiently to start work and start getting paid. A girl has to feed her WoW and coffee addiction some how.

Yay!

My birthday was today, and it was great. I sat around and did practically nothing. Went out for dinner, drank some booze, and now I am ready to go to bed.

Also, my interview went great and I got the job! I start on the 8th, so until then it’s laying around as much as possible!

More later!

Interviews With a Side of Hunger

So today, after still being half asleep and still in bed at half past noon, I got a call back from an employer, whom I ignored because I was sure I would sound like an ogre getting off a cocaine addiction if I were to answer the phone at that moment.

After some coffee and composure, I called her back. The telephone interview went great, and I now have an interview on Friday. I’ll be sure to update about how I get really, unneccessarily nervous during interviews and end up sweating profusely through a shirt I did not realize would show my nervousness so well. I have a friend who works there already, and she keeps telling me not to worry. She told me about the job, the perks, the people, and what they do to me at the interview, so I shouldn’t be nervous. My pits would say otherwise.

I keep getting this feeling in the pit of my stomach that something is wrong, but I can’t get a grip on what it is. This may be a direct result from eating really horrible boxed meals for my complete diet once a day. I am not satisfied at all, and am constantly hungry. The feeling of hunger and the feeling I’m getting in the pits of my endless stomach are very different, however. I guess I’ll see if something comes of this.

Until next time…

The Blog Thing

Movies I am patiently going out of my fucking mind to wait for:

The Spirit
Watchmen
How to Lose Friends and Alienate People
Rock N Rolla
Eagle Eye
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Quarantine (ha just kidding… wanted to make sure you were paying attention.)
Terminator Salvation
Quantum of Solace

Hopefully these films, or at least most of them, are good; so that I can fantasize that I’m in most of them right before I drift off to sleep at night.

In other news, I moved back to my apartment to telecommute part time for my mom, and am currently trying to get another part time job for spending money, of which I have absolutely none at the moment. In fact, to prove my sudden urge for alcohol but not a penny to my name, last night I found an almost empty bottle of vodka sitting in the back of my freezer which had practically turned into sludge since there was almost none left. I searched through my fridge for a mixer, and found an old Ruby Red Squirt. I quickly mixed the vodka in with the Squirt and had myself a cocktail, and it was delicious!
After one drink and a partially empty stomach, I was feeling slightly buzzed (I know, I was pretty ashamed by that too.) I suddenly had the great urge to make my computer set-up a lot more comfortable and, in a clumsy stumble, began moving furniture from one side of the house to where my computer sat. In the end I came up with a rather large yet squat chair, of which is dirty pink with a nice layer of cat hair on the ass of the chair. I added pillows and blankets and ended up with a rather habitable situation, since I sit in this exact spot 20 hours a day anyway.

As some of you know, I do play WoW and had my account hacked one time awhile back, had all my guys deleted, everything gone. So I started over, and started to build a repertoire of guys; all different walks of life. Well, to put a little salt on the ‘ol wound, my account was taken over once more and everything deleted just a couple of weeks ago. So much to my chagrin I needed to start over, so I got a brand new account with brand new account information, and shiny new characters waiting for me to play and level them. Well… I’ve played a bit, but to be honest, I am so sick of going through the same shit over and over again to climb my way up agonizingly so, to my friends’ levels. The moral of this story is that I just haven’t been playing as much as I had hoped. When I got the internet I psyched myself out and was saying things like,
“When I get my internet, I am SO going to be on WoW all day and night!” And here I sit now, bored as shit, not even wanting to double click the enticing gold and black icon.

Sorry I haven’t been posting a whole lot, but I would love to get back into it, since I have a fondness for writing. Quite frankly I’m not very good at writing, but if I went through my life only doing things I was good at and not attempting to do things I was bad at, then I would probably be a lump on the floor of an unfurnished bedroom sucking my thumb.
Let’s be honest, I’m not that great at a lot of things, but I do them anyway. And if not for my own satisfaction then for the look on the peers around me being pissed off that I’m skiing down a black diamond course with my arms flailing about and my eyes soaked with frozen tears from the inevitable death ahead of me.

Well now I am going to fumble around the internets trying to find something to do so that I don’t have to go to sleep and be awoken with an insatiable itch from having an ear infection and it now healing improperly (it is still stuffed like mad.)

S

 

Weekend Story Time

About a week ago, I drove to Eau Claire to pick up my brother and his girlfriend for a weekend of hanging out, her meeting the step-dad, and attend a family function. Well the family and I went to the local watering hole where a group of 40-somethings hang out with a peppering of the occasional 80 year old. The reason we decided to go was because karaoke was being held, and we though what better way to integrate my brother’s girlfriend into the family then to get completely hammered and make asses out of ourselves to Alanis Morissette songs.

Once we got there we decided we might not want to jump right into the karaoke without proper lubrication of stiff drinks, so we ordered a round and got started.
As the night went on slowly, we got a little buzzed and my mom and A (girlfriend) went up to the machine and decided to sing a duet. Once they got up there, mom moved towards the back, with, I’m sure, the microphone off, and all of the sudden A just started belting out the songs with this beautiful voice. What a mistake she had made though! ALL night the emcee dragged A on the small dirty “stage” and made her sing songs by herself, duets, and the like. Pretty sure she got annoyed with that at some point.

I didn’t sing much except for a few songs that required large quantities of people, so no one could hear me anyway. Throughout the night, as it got smokier though, my eyes started to rebel. I’ve never seen my eyes become so red, and hurt so bad. I started to look more and more like one of those monsters you wouldn’t want to find in the closet when you were a child, with big glowing red eyes, and a big splotch of yellow hair.

The next day we had to go to a cousin’s birthday party. (Mind you 90% of the people there were under 7.) The morning before we went we had to unload some hay, so it proved to be a very hot, sweaty, red-faced day for me. We got to the party and I knew the moment I stepped foot in the house where all the old people were kept that I had made a mistake of going there. I patiently waited about half an hour, ate most of their sloppy joes, and decided it was time to get out of there.

After we got home, we mostly just layed around all day until it was time for me to bring brother and A back home. I was so sad to have to leave Eau Claire because once again, hay was waiting for me back home.

Moral of story? Don’t sing well at karaoke, otherwise creepy old men will force you to sing all night. And don’t do loads of hay and then go to a family function tired, sick, and partially hungover.

Same format as most of my posts.

Nothing angers me more then someone telling me I’ve made a bad decision. Because trust me, by the time you find out, I already am well aware!

I quit my job to move home and work with my parents, in the hopes she would pay me and I would be able to get my own place, etc.
Well since the last time I worked with my mom I should have known that would not be the case, because what happened last time is that I did not get paid. I thought this time would be different because I actually am doing work for my mom, and last time I would do small work here and there, so being paid wasn’t a big deal to me, as long as I had some spending money here and there.

But now that I’ve lived on my own for a while, and THEN moved back, I require more to be sated. I want my own place, some good internet, my sanity and independence.  I’ve been living at home now for about a month or so, and have begun to realize that this situation is exactly the same as it was last time, only second round is a stinky pile of uncharm.

I now have been looking for jobs all over the damn state in hopes that someone SOMEwhere will hire me, and I’ll be able to make enough money to move into an apartment of my own, grab some internet and be on my merry way.

In other not so depressing news, my cousin is visiting us this week and she’s been awesome. She’s twelve years old going on 25, and hilarious as can be. Unfortunately we have to take her back this weekend, but I’m hoping she will be coming back very soon.

Have a good weekend everyone, and I hope it’s a hell of a lot better than mine!

S