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basilmemories) wrote2007-04-02 02:35 am
basilmemories) wrote2007-04-02 02:35 am
Yay time to update.
It’s been about a month since I’ve typed in anything, so I’d best inform everybody that I’m, Yanno not dead.
First of all the Yaoi game is still on hold, not for lack of inspiration, but more of the fact that I haven’t had any time to get a write up done. More on that latter, but that is a world set I feel really good about, and I hope to get it down in file after things clear away.
Secondly things with my arcade job are both good and bad; on the downside there’s the fact that my boss can be an unrefined bag of feminine waste products… but he’s been giving me the chance to learn new things and has even given me (minor) power over some aspects of the store. This has raised my view of things from, “fuck if I’m giving him notice” to, “yeah I’ll give him full notice, otherwise I’d feel guilty”.
The biggest thing however, is the job application. In the past few weeks I haven’t really had a moment to myself, either I’m running to and from the local law office for fingerprints (a feat that took over two weeks because I needed to get an id/find either my birth certificate or, I kid you not an expired or current passport. because as we all know expired military IDs are less tamper proof then the old passport from when you were eight. wtf dmv logic.), trying to make it to Kaiser to read my TB test before the window is up (and finding out in the process that I’m quite allergic to skin tests), having to go back and forth between my potential job and Kaisers’ medical records service to get a hold of something I could give to my hopeful new boss, and just in general having to deal with drama brought on by one of Raptors’ roommates and Black_magician.
-And that was possibly the longest run-on sentence I may have ever typed; go me.
This is of course, in addition to the usual things that go on, and I hate to say it but this all is starting to show. My nerves are worn to the base, I’ve told off my boss lord knows how many times (mainly because he accused me in a roundabout way of stealing from the till among other things) and it’s to the point where I’m not having dreams about people in erotic acts, I’m having dreams about getting a week off where I can get my apartment organized. I’m not sure what that’s all about, but I’m pretty sure it’s some type of sickness.
The only good things right now are that I’m almost finished with this whole process and I can get around to either having another job, or start looking for another one. At least I wouldn’t have to jump through those hoops again.
What gets me though is as I’m writing this (and the main reason why I’m writing something quick to distract me) I have to actively resist the urge to murder Boy inna closet. Because of him not only did we not have the DNIN game, or munchkin second edition (aka my only real sources of recreation), but also I have to do twice the load of laundry tomorrow without the normal help, and all the while suffering from allergies so bad I’m not going to be able to go out of my house to get the damn meds to cure it and possibly have to call in sick for the same damn reasons.
Long story short (oh who am I kidding, this ain’t short); the boy pulled late his goofing off at work,which both me and Raptor had canceled shit at our houses so we could game, Closet boys’ actions left us no time to even make characters and I was so pissed off at him that I forgot to get the money mom wanted or the nasal spray she needed. In the car Closet boy swears up and down that he would get exactly the same box type and that he’d get the money too and wouldn’t leave me stranded exc exc. He drives off and leaves me to deal with moms’ tender mercies, which as you all know how she gets by now, wasn’t pleasant.
She puts it bluntly, he’d better get the cash (I didn’t have the cash and didn’t want to go out where the drunken idiots were partying to get money out of hers) and the allergy spray, otherwise my brand-spanking new allergy spray was forfeit. Yes that’s right, in the middle of a fucking valley in full bloom where the news people are saying that the pollen rates are through the roof. In truth she needs the spray more since she’d doing work and a class that day, but I really didn’t want to look forward to climbing on a bus with my stomach doing back flips while my nose did its’ best impression of a faucet. With this threat laid on me I call Closet boy again as it’s been one and a half hours since he said he’d be back.
Apparently he had gone home looking for change and couldn’t find any, so he was going to ask his brother to loan him some cash in the morning and drop the stuff off then. That wasn’t going to work, mom leaves at seven-fucking-thirty in the morning and she needed the money to take a friend to lunch to pay her back, plus I explained just how bad my allergies got and that work would not be an option on Tuesday if I was clogged as hell on Monday (my allergies? Take two days to clear and all the while it’s like I have a bad cold). He says he’ll face his brother’s wrath and get the stuff.
Cut to about twelve in the morning; I call again, because the dumbass took so long most places are closed and he can only find the stuff that doesn’t do anything to help, plus he’s almost out of gas. I name a few places and he says he’ll look, and call if something happens.
Right now? It’s past two. This whole thing started at eight or so. As it is neither phone of the two people who went out are available. I left a message on Closet boys’ cell and that I wanted to know what happened. Mainly because if he did run out of gas, that would make me feel better at least, as I’m quite bitter right now.
Honestly right now I’m beyond pissed. It’s to the state where I’m getting tears in my eyes, not “oh god how could you, you promised” but, “you’re right over the phone and damn I wish you were here so I could just show you how fucking upset I am and you had better be glad that the Us has laws against it otherwise I’d have you strapped down and give you a few motherfuggin’ broken bones for your stupidity. Why can’t you physically be here WHY? AGH so powerless.” That sort of thing, that’s normal right? Yeah didn’t think so.
The best part was that I said, “If you don’t have the money come by and pick me up again and I’ll get the cash and the allergy shit.” He was the one who didn’t want me to spend my money, he was the one who if he had called saying, “hey I can’t get the cash, you want me to come by?” this shit wouldn’t have gotten this far. The only hope I have is if the bastard brings the stuff in the morning after my mom has swiped mine and hope I’m awake and not in some allergy-ridden half comatose state. Also mom has to go to the bank before her lunch, which makes her not happy, which makes me not happy because one guess who she’ll rant at.
Yeah. So I guess this is a happy Easter or something.
(Ps: dom/dommes out there? Any good ideas for punishing a slave who fucked up royal? I need some tips)
First of all the Yaoi game is still on hold, not for lack of inspiration, but more of the fact that I haven’t had any time to get a write up done. More on that latter, but that is a world set I feel really good about, and I hope to get it down in file after things clear away.
Secondly things with my arcade job are both good and bad; on the downside there’s the fact that my boss can be an unrefined bag of feminine waste products… but he’s been giving me the chance to learn new things and has even given me (minor) power over some aspects of the store. This has raised my view of things from, “fuck if I’m giving him notice” to, “yeah I’ll give him full notice, otherwise I’d feel guilty”.
The biggest thing however, is the job application. In the past few weeks I haven’t really had a moment to myself, either I’m running to and from the local law office for fingerprints (a feat that took over two weeks because I needed to get an id/find either my birth certificate or, I kid you not an expired or current passport. because as we all know expired military IDs are less tamper proof then the old passport from when you were eight. wtf dmv logic.), trying to make it to Kaiser to read my TB test before the window is up (and finding out in the process that I’m quite allergic to skin tests), having to go back and forth between my potential job and Kaisers’ medical records service to get a hold of something I could give to my hopeful new boss, and just in general having to deal with drama brought on by one of Raptors’ roommates and Black_magician.
-And that was possibly the longest run-on sentence I may have ever typed; go me.
This is of course, in addition to the usual things that go on, and I hate to say it but this all is starting to show. My nerves are worn to the base, I’ve told off my boss lord knows how many times (mainly because he accused me in a roundabout way of stealing from the till among other things) and it’s to the point where I’m not having dreams about people in erotic acts, I’m having dreams about getting a week off where I can get my apartment organized. I’m not sure what that’s all about, but I’m pretty sure it’s some type of sickness.
The only good things right now are that I’m almost finished with this whole process and I can get around to either having another job, or start looking for another one. At least I wouldn’t have to jump through those hoops again.
What gets me though is as I’m writing this (and the main reason why I’m writing something quick to distract me) I have to actively resist the urge to murder Boy inna closet. Because of him not only did we not have the DNIN game, or munchkin second edition (aka my only real sources of recreation), but also I have to do twice the load of laundry tomorrow without the normal help, and all the while suffering from allergies so bad I’m not going to be able to go out of my house to get the damn meds to cure it and possibly have to call in sick for the same damn reasons.
Long story short (oh who am I kidding, this ain’t short); the boy pulled late his goofing off at work,which both me and Raptor had canceled shit at our houses so we could game, Closet boys’ actions left us no time to even make characters and I was so pissed off at him that I forgot to get the money mom wanted or the nasal spray she needed. In the car Closet boy swears up and down that he would get exactly the same box type and that he’d get the money too and wouldn’t leave me stranded exc exc. He drives off and leaves me to deal with moms’ tender mercies, which as you all know how she gets by now, wasn’t pleasant.
She puts it bluntly, he’d better get the cash (I didn’t have the cash and didn’t want to go out where the drunken idiots were partying to get money out of hers) and the allergy spray, otherwise my brand-spanking new allergy spray was forfeit. Yes that’s right, in the middle of a fucking valley in full bloom where the news people are saying that the pollen rates are through the roof. In truth she needs the spray more since she’d doing work and a class that day, but I really didn’t want to look forward to climbing on a bus with my stomach doing back flips while my nose did its’ best impression of a faucet. With this threat laid on me I call Closet boy again as it’s been one and a half hours since he said he’d be back.
Apparently he had gone home looking for change and couldn’t find any, so he was going to ask his brother to loan him some cash in the morning and drop the stuff off then. That wasn’t going to work, mom leaves at seven-fucking-thirty in the morning and she needed the money to take a friend to lunch to pay her back, plus I explained just how bad my allergies got and that work would not be an option on Tuesday if I was clogged as hell on Monday (my allergies? Take two days to clear and all the while it’s like I have a bad cold). He says he’ll face his brother’s wrath and get the stuff.
Cut to about twelve in the morning; I call again, because the dumbass took so long most places are closed and he can only find the stuff that doesn’t do anything to help, plus he’s almost out of gas. I name a few places and he says he’ll look, and call if something happens.
Right now? It’s past two. This whole thing started at eight or so. As it is neither phone of the two people who went out are available. I left a message on Closet boys’ cell and that I wanted to know what happened. Mainly because if he did run out of gas, that would make me feel better at least, as I’m quite bitter right now.
Honestly right now I’m beyond pissed. It’s to the state where I’m getting tears in my eyes, not “oh god how could you, you promised” but, “you’re right over the phone and damn I wish you were here so I could just show you how fucking upset I am and you had better be glad that the Us has laws against it otherwise I’d have you strapped down and give you a few motherfuggin’ broken bones for your stupidity. Why can’t you physically be here WHY? AGH so powerless.” That sort of thing, that’s normal right? Yeah didn’t think so.
The best part was that I said, “If you don’t have the money come by and pick me up again and I’ll get the cash and the allergy shit.” He was the one who didn’t want me to spend my money, he was the one who if he had called saying, “hey I can’t get the cash, you want me to come by?” this shit wouldn’t have gotten this far. The only hope I have is if the bastard brings the stuff in the morning after my mom has swiped mine and hope I’m awake and not in some allergy-ridden half comatose state. Also mom has to go to the bank before her lunch, which makes her not happy, which makes me not happy because one guess who she’ll rant at.
Yeah. So I guess this is a happy Easter or something.
(Ps: dom/dommes out there? Any good ideas for punishing a slave who fucked up royal? I need some tips)