What happened to my dreams?
They got scattered when this whole Japan business came up. Excuse? Doubt it.
Just a thought.
But they'll start again; they're always there. And I can pick then up whenever I need to.
Adventure. Growth. =p I can't wait.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
because this is a journal, after all
Everything is coming at me pretty fast. In a month I'll be gone, and I'm not sure if I'm even remotely ready.
News and events happening with friends. It's scary when you can't do anything, and even more frightening not knowing if they'll be okay; but that's what faith is I guess?
I feel like I've been neglecting my friends. Working a little too much, maybe, and then hording all that time I do have for myself. HaHa....I'm becoming somewhat like K.
What's there to do? When I get back I hope I'll be a refreshed sort of person. Honestly though I'm longing for summer...and even now I'm longing to spend more time with K. I miss him, and I'm not sure what it'll be like not seeing him for a month.
Life is so short....
Today I learned returns at work. It was a long-ass day that involved heavy lifting and me standing in the same spot for about six hours i guess. It was good to not deal with customers, but the ones I did deal with pissed me off.
Some dumb-ass asked for me today, making all my co-workers think that he was a friend of mine. Turns out (after dragging my ass all the way out of receiving) that he was just this customer that I had been helping the day before about an order. Freaky guy. Told him the same things I told him yesterday "We don't sell textbooks. Gotta order them. Gotta be fully pre-paid. Gonna take 3-5 weeks or longer to get here." Like wtf. I told you this on the phone yesterday, now you gotta bother me in person? So I said to him, this girl can help you, and I told my co-worker C. I got stuff to do and asked her to help him. Then I left. Later I asked her what happened and it turns out he left saying he'd "think about it". WTH why would you come all the way to the store just to say you'll think about it AGAIN? Totally disturbing, but I suspect he may be stalking me. C. was saying that he didn't even give any hint that he was a customer I'd helped, or else she would have just offered to order the book without even bothering to get me. In fact she's the one who insisted I should be weary. "Never give out your name!" she told me. Now I know doing that can come around to kick you in the ass. I'll watch my words better.
Alright another thing. Asshole of the day. I picked up the phone and said all that introduction crap...then he just says "number 124....". No hi or nothing. So I think fuck okay, and type in the number anyway assuming it's an ISBN. But then he stops short of the right amount of numbers. And so I ask him, "So...is this the ISBN number or...?" and he goes, "no, confirmation number for my order. I got this order and I want to know if it's in yet...etc etc" he goes on and on. God. So I interrupt him and ask. "When did you order it?" He sounded like it was a bad thing when he replied "FIVE days ago."
OMFG FIVE DAYS AGO HOLY CRAP!! CALL THE POLICE CUZ SOMETHING'S WRONG!!!
Idiot.
(I'm actually not even this mad about it but I find being sarcastic amusing)
Anyway I cut through more of his rambling, and I tell him, "Takes three to nine business days to arrive."
him: "THREE TO NINE??"
me: "three to nine business days. We'll call you when it's in." meaning ( STOP FUCKING WASTING MY TIME. )
I was saying this to a co-worker. "What's wrong with these people? Do they think we horde their books and not call them when it's in cause we're evil and lazy? I mean I understand if it's been like 15 days or something and it's still not in..." (me now =>) but don't fucking call FIVE days later and then what...what?? Cause obviously it's NOT IN. OR ELSE we would have CALLED YOU. So what you want me to do? Look it up and say. "It's been shipped." Nice. ...fucker.
And SERIOUSLY why the HELL would you answer the phone like that. I say HI blah blah bllah and you reply with. "Confirmation number...etc"
What am I a fucking machine that you input crap into? Seriously. SERIOUSLY.
Ok so, R. at cash said that this guy fell asleep while she was...."serving" (what word do I use here?) him today. This old Asian man. He fell asleep TWICE WHILE STANDING.
Man I can't even laugh cuz it's too much. Just too much.
Oh and we got these nice chairs now. S. was saying we have them because ppl kept bitching about our lack of seats. Who gives!! I say. Come ON CH. don't give in! These people read your flecking books for free and they ruin your merchandise, and bitch about your prices. They appreciate nothing that you do for them and yet you give them SEATS to lounge in??
SRLY though if this kicks us in the ass later...well it will most likely. I guess I'll get a chance to see on fri and sat.
oh Toy section is being expanded. ...joy.
Is it sad that all I can talk about is work?
Oh oh random. Co-worker took a picture of me at work like last week, claiming I looked cute "in that outfit". Embarassing but funny nonetheless.
ait....1.40 am why am I still here?
tubs tubs tubs...mr tubbbsss.
News and events happening with friends. It's scary when you can't do anything, and even more frightening not knowing if they'll be okay; but that's what faith is I guess?
I feel like I've been neglecting my friends. Working a little too much, maybe, and then hording all that time I do have for myself. HaHa....I'm becoming somewhat like K.
What's there to do? When I get back I hope I'll be a refreshed sort of person. Honestly though I'm longing for summer...and even now I'm longing to spend more time with K. I miss him, and I'm not sure what it'll be like not seeing him for a month.
Life is so short....
Today I learned returns at work. It was a long-ass day that involved heavy lifting and me standing in the same spot for about six hours i guess. It was good to not deal with customers, but the ones I did deal with pissed me off.
Some dumb-ass asked for me today, making all my co-workers think that he was a friend of mine. Turns out (after dragging my ass all the way out of receiving) that he was just this customer that I had been helping the day before about an order. Freaky guy. Told him the same things I told him yesterday "We don't sell textbooks. Gotta order them. Gotta be fully pre-paid. Gonna take 3-5 weeks or longer to get here." Like wtf. I told you this on the phone yesterday, now you gotta bother me in person? So I said to him, this girl can help you, and I told my co-worker C. I got stuff to do and asked her to help him. Then I left. Later I asked her what happened and it turns out he left saying he'd "think about it". WTH why would you come all the way to the store just to say you'll think about it AGAIN? Totally disturbing, but I suspect he may be stalking me. C. was saying that he didn't even give any hint that he was a customer I'd helped, or else she would have just offered to order the book without even bothering to get me. In fact she's the one who insisted I should be weary. "Never give out your name!" she told me. Now I know doing that can come around to kick you in the ass. I'll watch my words better.
Alright another thing. Asshole of the day. I picked up the phone and said all that introduction crap...then he just says "number 124....". No hi or nothing. So I think fuck okay, and type in the number anyway assuming it's an ISBN. But then he stops short of the right amount of numbers. And so I ask him, "So...is this the ISBN number or...?" and he goes, "no, confirmation number for my order. I got this order and I want to know if it's in yet...etc etc" he goes on and on. God. So I interrupt him and ask. "When did you order it?" He sounded like it was a bad thing when he replied "FIVE days ago."
OMFG FIVE DAYS AGO HOLY CRAP!! CALL THE POLICE CUZ SOMETHING'S WRONG!!!
Idiot.
(I'm actually not even this mad about it but I find being sarcastic amusing)
Anyway I cut through more of his rambling, and I tell him, "Takes three to nine business days to arrive."
him: "THREE TO NINE??"
me: "three to nine business days. We'll call you when it's in." meaning ( STOP FUCKING WASTING MY TIME. )
I was saying this to a co-worker. "What's wrong with these people? Do they think we horde their books and not call them when it's in cause we're evil and lazy? I mean I understand if it's been like 15 days or something and it's still not in..." (me now =>) but don't fucking call FIVE days later and then what...what?? Cause obviously it's NOT IN. OR ELSE we would have CALLED YOU. So what you want me to do? Look it up and say. "It's been shipped." Nice. ...fucker.
And SERIOUSLY why the HELL would you answer the phone like that. I say HI blah blah bllah and you reply with. "Confirmation number...etc"
What am I a fucking machine that you input crap into? Seriously. SERIOUSLY.
Ok so, R. at cash said that this guy fell asleep while she was...."serving" (what word do I use here?) him today. This old Asian man. He fell asleep TWICE WHILE STANDING.
Man I can't even laugh cuz it's too much. Just too much.
Oh and we got these nice chairs now. S. was saying we have them because ppl kept bitching about our lack of seats. Who gives!! I say. Come ON CH. don't give in! These people read your flecking books for free and they ruin your merchandise, and bitch about your prices. They appreciate nothing that you do for them and yet you give them SEATS to lounge in??
SRLY though if this kicks us in the ass later...well it will most likely. I guess I'll get a chance to see on fri and sat.
oh Toy section is being expanded. ...joy.
Is it sad that all I can talk about is work?
Oh oh random. Co-worker took a picture of me at work like last week, claiming I looked cute "in that outfit". Embarassing but funny nonetheless.
ait....1.40 am why am I still here?
tubs tubs tubs...mr tubbbsss.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
aboooogaaaaaaaa
Lacking in inspiration. Slowly...ever so delicately...line by line I stumble over white nothingness...hoping to catch those black letters that seem to constantly elude....
Over...and over...the deathly silence of cold winter...
Over...and over...the deathly silence of cold winter...
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Wind Talker Angel
Angel watched timidly from her place amongst the Weather Committee as Tory gave her speech. Her bright green eyes were shining in the light that had been placed by fire-casters around our group, setting an orange hue on all present. So far, Carter had mentioned, there were about fifty people living in Briar Wood. Within Briar Hall, the large hollowed out room within the tree, all fifty were able to barely take up any space at all. In fact, if Angel really thought about it, she'd say the inside of the tree was about as big as a large sports dome, not uncommon from the one that used to be downtown.
But Angel never thought about the pre-invasion era. Like the other kids, she had been too young to miss a world dead by the time she could actually think for herself. Sometimes she dreamed about things, faces and contraptions that she no longer understood, but for the most part, her thoughts were on the present.
"Let's work together to make a new world," Tory declared, spreading her hands with a welcoming face. "This is the purpose that Briar Wood was built upon. It's hard work to make this place livable, but the more that we have, the better. Thank you, everyone who has traveled so far, out there to be there today."
There were cheers, especially from Rowan whose face always held a fantastic smile. It was coming along way from five years before, but like most others in Briar Wood, he had Tory to thank for that.
"So, let's get to it!" Tory shouted, and everyone took it up. Enthusiasm was what we needed right now, Carter had told her, the new people are timid and skeptical.
People were breaking up, heading to the group leaders and asking for instructions. As soon as Tory stepped down from the makeshift stage, Blue was at her side, keeping an eye on all the people who came up to her.
"Angel?" a voice startled her from behind, forcing her to whip around. It was one of hers, a guy in the weather committee, but she had forgot his name.
"Y-yes...?" she mumbled, trying to stare at the floor.
"We should get going, yeah?" he asked a little playfully, and the other six moved towards her with anticipation.
"Yeah," she replied, giving Tory one more quick glance before taking the others out of Briar Hall. When she had glanced, Tory had been looking her way, smiling reassuringly. In that face she saw the words Tory had told her so many times...
Don't do it for me - don't do it 'cause Anthony would have wanted you to. Do it because this new world needs you, and because you need it. Be something amazing, something you believe in, and create things that you would have never been able to before. Be Angel, a Wind Talker, leader of the Weather Committee. The job was, after all, created for you.
But Angel never thought about the pre-invasion era. Like the other kids, she had been too young to miss a world dead by the time she could actually think for herself. Sometimes she dreamed about things, faces and contraptions that she no longer understood, but for the most part, her thoughts were on the present.
"Let's work together to make a new world," Tory declared, spreading her hands with a welcoming face. "This is the purpose that Briar Wood was built upon. It's hard work to make this place livable, but the more that we have, the better. Thank you, everyone who has traveled so far, out there to be there today."
There were cheers, especially from Rowan whose face always held a fantastic smile. It was coming along way from five years before, but like most others in Briar Wood, he had Tory to thank for that.
"So, let's get to it!" Tory shouted, and everyone took it up. Enthusiasm was what we needed right now, Carter had told her, the new people are timid and skeptical.
People were breaking up, heading to the group leaders and asking for instructions. As soon as Tory stepped down from the makeshift stage, Blue was at her side, keeping an eye on all the people who came up to her.
"Angel?" a voice startled her from behind, forcing her to whip around. It was one of hers, a guy in the weather committee, but she had forgot his name.
"Y-yes...?" she mumbled, trying to stare at the floor.
"We should get going, yeah?" he asked a little playfully, and the other six moved towards her with anticipation.
"Yeah," she replied, giving Tory one more quick glance before taking the others out of Briar Hall. When she had glanced, Tory had been looking her way, smiling reassuringly. In that face she saw the words Tory had told her so many times...
Don't do it for me - don't do it 'cause Anthony would have wanted you to. Do it because this new world needs you, and because you need it. Be something amazing, something you believe in, and create things that you would have never been able to before. Be Angel, a Wind Talker, leader of the Weather Committee. The job was, after all, created for you.
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