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Read this to yourself in Steve Irwin's voice [Jul. 8th, 2010|08:51 pm]
Watch the Neil in is natural habitat....
He appears calm and relaxed, however he is constantly alert!

-Wendy and Pia, stalking Pia's new across the grass neighbor....
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(no subject) [Jun. 12th, 2010|09:57 am]
I'm moving in with Jonny by the end of July.

This is the first time I've "lived" with a guy-
I've sort of lived with guys, but it was allways their place, and I was staying there...this is the first "looked at the apartment together and now we're moving in together place." Eep.

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(no subject) [May. 20th, 2010|05:40 pm]
The first cup of coffee must have a lot of cream and sugar. The second cup of coffee is about half cream and sugar confection, half hardcore coffee experience. This may be the last time I have night-shift coffee, at least for this job, and I can't say I'm upset. Although I might miss that check your email/facebook/lj drink your coffee ritual.

Not that much though...
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Being an adult. [May. 19th, 2010|05:41 pm]
I have a coffee maker. I grind my own beans.

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Nightshift. [Apr. 13th, 2010|05:33 pm]
Ugh, nightshift.

It's the metabolism killing, so tired I feel like I'm more than likely to crash the vehicle, never gonna see the light of day, never going to get my schedule worked out kind of shift.

Other than that, I guess it's going ok. Two days off in the next two weeks....but meh. Nights off, actually.

I've been having really weird dreams lately, but I blame that on reading Precious Based on the Novel Push by Sapphire in one night in order to stay up. Weird, depressing dreams.

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Stuff. [Apr. 8th, 2009|08:42 am]
It's another day in the valley, and things are as normal as possible.

I paid off my credit card, leaving me +200 a month to save for lasik.

I have a job (decent) with GS6 pay but no room for advancement until someone dies (not so decent).

I'm a team leader in the military side of things (moving up in the ranks from flunky to responsible.)

I'm considering writing an old ex and asking him for my movies back. Considering how we broke up (I called him from a combat zone, he ceased to answer) I doubt I'll get a reply.

I'm using my rewards points from my credit card to buy a dirt devil and coffee. When did I become an adult...and this kind of adult?

You know, same old shit. Later.
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Best. President. Evar. [Jan. 21st, 2009|05:50 pm]
So, there I am, sitting around watching the president get sworn in, and I get a phonecall.

Apparently, per order of the *new* president, my VA benifits have been extended from two years to five years.

Literally, minutes after he was the new president-policies were in effect!

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Question? [Dec. 10th, 2008|04:59 pm]
Is anyone else weirded out by these "Wopper Virgins" commercials?
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(no subject) [Oct. 27th, 2008|11:31 am]


I need a job.


WTF people, hire Vets, it will get you into patriotic heaven faster.
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(no subject) [Oct. 10th, 2008|03:18 pm]
Things are continuing in the manner in which I’m becoming accustomed. A whole lot of nothing is happening at an alarming rate, alarming because I can’t afford nothing for much longer. Thanks to the “charitable” contributions of the National Guard, I give them three years of my life, they give me three thousand dollars, I might be able to swing ‘til Christmas without actually having a job. Then again, if I don’t have a job by Christmas, there’s a chance I’ll be jumping off of my quasi-three story balcony before sleigh bells start ringing in Wal-mart. The way I figure it, chain stores go Christmas as soon as the turkey is cooling on the table, sometimes before, so my clock is ticking, and this time it’s much, much worse than my biological clock. It’s my…I don’t know, work ethic clock.

I’ve put in about a million different resumes, sometimes I have trouble remembering exactly what I’ve applied for. I know I haven’t applied to the right one, because they still haven’t called me back. It’s beginning to feel like the world’s worst first dater. I’m sitting by the phone waiting for a call back, and sometimes calling them…like some sort of obsessive yet somehow unwanted high school girl. It’s beginning to erode my self esteem, weird when you find rejection by omission even worse than being dumped. Ok, ok, so it isn’t worse than being dumped, but in two weeks into my brand new job at Wal-mart, expect tears and emo-like cutting.

About oh, 8 years ago, in High School a group of friends got together at Denny’s and played Monopoly. Not that special, we were geeks, we did geeky things, but that wasn’t the point. The point was, we had a waiter, he had this great pirate smile and a pony tail, also not the point. I’ve seen James the Waiter twice since our Monopoly playing days. Once, he was in court-I think it had something to do with a divorce, it didn’t seem polite to ask (I was there with an Ex-who was having his own troubles). The second time was recently-at Wal-mart (Ha! The point emerges). I said hi, he remembered the Monopoly group, after some prompting, and I mentioned that I was looking for a job. He offered that I could work there, and as I asked him where the Brita filters were, I realized that if I don’t find job it’s a possibility.

How did my life get here? Wasn’t I a promising college student? Didn’t I get a good, morally upright, thank-you-for-serving job right out of college? And now here I am considering retail? AT WAL-MART? Eek.
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