current mood: tired
current song: rock a by baby
well, today was Loooooong. And it's still going ooooooonnnnnnnn.
5:30am up to set up the breakfast at this damnable hotel. I sat and stared off into space/the internet for a while, but mostly did nothing. I also only had one cup of tea this morning. First mistake of the day. Two usually wakes me up pretty good. Three is bliss. *note to self: must steal lots of tea from the motel before I leave. I love the stuff they have here*
then I showered (Yay for being clean!) and dropped off my overdue movies here in town before heading off to Waterloo to my new job. At a mr. movie. *giggles* I got into work and clocked in. The first thing I heard was the voice of our beloved president at his press conference "Marraige is between a man and a woman, this is what I believe" *cringe* and *dies inside* I hate that man with a passion that I have never felt before in my life. Proceed to work. While checking in new movies (porn) the manager D. and I start joking around and he figures out I like girls. I thought he already knew, when I figured out he didn't I was afraid he'd kind of freak out, but far from it. He starts joking around with me about that. And about my friend Mike who works there. (he's uberstraight. But it's so much fun to call him a closet case that I just can't resist.) I think D. and I will get along really well. I got lots of work and learning about things done. D. is way impressed with how quick I'm learning and told me I'd be pretty much on my own next week (he'd be there to supervise but would be working on other things and would be 'invisible') and that next sunday I'd be totally on my own. *is scared*
I also made some phone calls today. Mike has convinced me to go back on my meds. So I made an appointment with my old pdoc. The receptionist was way surprised to hear from me. I have an appointment with him on the 8th. Now I'm freaking out about this appointment. I'm really nervous about going back. And I don't really want to be medicated. So I'm scared. I'd been doing stellar on my goal of not biting my nails. That has gone to shit between the pdoc and being by myself at mr movie. Even though I know I'll be fine I'm still nervous.
Made more calls about apartments. No one is ever going to call me back, are they? Well I'll be able to stay in this apartment untill they get someone new totally trained. And that'll take a while. So as long as I'm putting in night hours here I'll have a place for me and the 'kids' to stay. (the kids are the snake and hedgehog)
I got a call today from a girl who sounded about my age asking about the job in the paper. She told me that she was looking for a job because she had to. She was on gov. assistance and the DHS people were making her get a job. She has an 8month old and is pregnant again. *wants to rip out her uterus through the phone* She's planning on quitting as soon as she can anyway. Yeah, tell that to the person you're trying to get a job from, short bus. People are stupid.
story from the motel, not part of the day in the life of me episode:today, it's from episode:Sunday.
On Sunday the idiots in 110 (or 109 depending on which week of bitching of mine you are following) Threatened and harassed a pizza delivery girl. These are big, scary looking, dominating construction guys. These guys scare me even on a good day, and that poor girl thought she was going to get raped. I kicked them out. Called the owners, called the cops, told them don't let the door hit your ass on the way out, and charged them for the night because it was after noon. the owners were upset that I kicked them out. A. the owner, came in today and gave me a talking to about guest relations and said that I should have let them stay. I say fuck that. They're assholes and I was not about to be in the same building with them all night if they were acting that way.
I'm now back at the hotel for the night. I don't have to work anywhere tomorrow during the day, so I'm tempted to sleep. But I may just force myself to get up and be productive. Yes, productivity is good!!
I've been wearing short sleeves the last few days. I've been wearing long sleeves all winter and even a bit before, mostly because of scars more than cold. I feel oddly naked without long sleeves even though barely any skin is showing. and no scars are visible in these work shirts. (they come down to my elbows, the shirts, not the scars. the scars almost do) I'm happy with myself for refusing to give in and wear long sleeves. Even if it was fucking freezing today.
OH! and happy Vernal Equinox! to everyone!!
I love April. She always makes me feel happy! (april is a person. Not talking about the month)
Mike and I are going to go see Friends Of the Bob and Tom show in Cedar Rapids on the 1st and so I want to go out to dinner with everyone. Stupid me, not thinking called riss and was begging to be able to hang out at her place after dinner till the late show started. The little genius reminded me that Olive Garden does stay open passed 9:30 on Saturday nights. I should really learn to think before getting all worked up. My brain is turning into oatmeal. I need sleep.
I wish I could use my tax refund to buy new eyeglasses. but I have to use it for an apartment. I'm so freakin poor.
*is tired and getting moody* So I'm going to go try and find something to eat now. (tempting to waste money and order in, I MUST RESIST)
I also must find motivation and get some writing done. *smacks self* and now I realize I'm using these damn * stars as much as the damn () parenthesis. And that's getting as bad as my damn comma fetish. ,,,,,,, DAMN. I so need to work on my punctuation skills.
okay, I'm leaving now.