Everyone hits a period in their lives where they're faced with the most random yet important things that all need to be done RIGHT NOW. It doesn't matter how many other projects you're working on, or where your desk is, or anything petty like that. IT all balances on you, the individual, and how you can handle everything that gets thrown at you.
Lately I'm afraid to admit I have been floundering. I had no idea how to get together the things I needed for my journey into office projects. I have discovered though that the native peoples of the area are very generous with their offers of assistance. We would be wise to listen to them.
My office adventure started out a bit rocky, but with support from my team, I feel as if I can make this hike on my own. They've supplied me with the necessary tools, maps of the area with the hazards clearly marked. This has gone from being a blind leap into the unknown to a carefully plotted out pathway. "We WILL make this," I assure my new hires.
The brand new kids are always the worst. They don't know what to expect. We break them in slow and gentle. making sure they understand everything it takes to be on a solid team,
Just some random ramblings from late one night after I'd taken an Ambien. I do want to flesh it out into more; as of now it's a nice little tidbit but it has so much potential in my head.
My Yahoo and Gmail accounts were hacked. Do not open anything you may have received from "me" in the past 24 hours. Passwords to EVERYTHING have been changed, just in case.
Only problem is, they repeated - without refutation or critical commentary - the claims that the girl brought the rape on herself because of the way she was dressed.
Choice Quotes (No cut b/c everyone needs to see this - DEAL.):
“It’s just destroyed our community,” said Sheila Harrison, 48, a hospital worker who says she knows several of the defendants. “These boys have to live with this the rest of their lives.” As opposed to the victim, who's gonna bounce back lickety-fucking-split, right?
Residents in the neighborhood where the abandoned trailer stands — known as the Quarters — said the victim had been visiting various friends there for months. They said she dressed older than her age, wearing makeup and fashions more appropriate to a woman in her 20s. She would hang out with teenage boys at a playground, some said. TOTALLY BEGGING FOR IT.
THIS IS RAPE CULTURE, PEOPLE.
Now, what's being said and done in this community is bad enough, but the NY Times should be fucking ashamed of themselves right now.
Not sure why, but I've been really tired lately. Been having some nausea too. I'm not pregnant (I know that for certain) but I've got no clue what's causing it. I'm not under unusual stress, I haven't made any dietary changes, I can't think of anything to explain it. Suggestions are welcome.
I was supposed to have my official start to Apprenticeship this Thursday at the coven celebration for Twelfth Night, but our festivities got cancelled. Cory's wife started going into premature labor (she's only six months along) so we're having a slight change of plans. I'm not sure when we'll have the official ceremony at this point. It may be at full moon this month.
Oh, and I got in a car wreck a few weeks ago. No one was hurt but my car had some nasty bruises. A lady ran a red light as I was making a left turn and I smacked into her driver's side rear wheel. Bent her axle or strut, I'm not sure. Police came, we made a report, and they had to pick up her car. I thought mine was going to be fine until I got about a block away... and realized I couldn't go more than 35 mph without a horrible scraping noise coming from under the car. Needless to say, driving home took a bit longer than expected. Insurance was able to sort everything out though. We don't have to pay a dime. ^_^
Still running my message board on VampireFreaks. It's all about Paganism... light, dark, everything. If you're interested go ahead and create a profile on the site (it's like facebook/myspace for goth kids) and look for the cult "Faeries".
Not a whole lot going on. I did get a job waitressing at a sports bar nearby called Coach's. It looks like it will be fun. I've never done any kind of food service before but I'll give anything a try. Lydia's (the lady who made my dress and is now a good friend) partner Brooke's Mom is buying into part ownership of the bar, and told Brooke she needed another waitress. They immediately thought of me, and went in to talk me up. They even told me that they understand this will probably just be an "until you get back on your feet" job, and that they're not going to be hurt if I find another job in a month or something. That made me feel really good. I'd really rather not work in food service. I'm going to take a break for a little bit, just concentrate on this, but I'm not stopping my search for a different job. The only difficulty I've had with the job so far is this; where am I going to buy black shorts in January? ;)
Off to soak in the tub. Hope everyone is doing well, and is having a good New Year so far :)
Last month I invaded Iraq, broke it, and couldn't glue it back together before Mom got home (-1012 points). In March I turned spiralintolove in for spitting (3 points). In July angelicfrailty and I donated clothes to the needy (11 points). Last Monday I ate my brussel sprouts (1 points). Last week I bought porn for pisko_the_bunny (10 points).
Overall, I've been naughty (-987 points). For Christmas I deserve a lump of coal!
I swear, I didn't stay in New Orleans. As tempting as it was, we did, in fact, decide to come home.
The wedding went well, with far less wedding-drama than I was told to expect. In my mind, it's really a blur. I vaguely remember getting my hair done, I think I was in a kind of stupor. We got to Gateway Island, I ran back into the bathroom where everyone was. I had a shot or two because my hands were shaking and my head was spinning. I got all laced up and ready to go. Jes gave me her mother's ring to wear, but it was too big and I was afraid I was going to lose it. Lydia was so kind as to make a small adjustment and viola! It was stitched (and easily removed from) inside my corset. I carried her next to my heart the whole ceremony, and I'm sure she was there with us. I never got to know her as well as I would have liked to. The ceremony was beautiful, the food was incredible, and all in all it was a great day. I can't wait to get the pics next week so I can remember some of it, lol.
The reception went well, the cake was a HIT. Even our photographer said it was one of the coolest cakes he'd ever seen. We should be able to go pick up all our engagement/wedding photos next week.
New Orleans was awesome on a totally different level. We saw a Voodoo wedding, we got to eat at Cafe du Monde several times. We met an intriguing man who we know only as "Michael in the black cowboy hat in front of the St. Louis giving tarot readings". He gave us both a pretty in depth reading, grabbing things that he really shouldn't have had any clue about and weaving them together to make sense, and give a little advice. The only reason we sat down was because when we asked what it cost, he told us to just pay him whatever we felt it was worth. After the two readings we only had 30 on us, so we told him we'd come back by the next day when we had more cash. He smiled, shook our hands, and said okay. The next morning when we went for breakfast we saw him out there setting up. Chris walked over and gave him another ten and he slipped Chris something very special; it was one of the stones he had on his table that he used to hold down the cards on windy days. You can tell it's well loved and worn. He told Chris to keep it with him always. We have it on our little altar. It's green and half
We walked our happy asses all the way down to St. Louis Cemetery #1 to see Miss Marie LaVeau's tomb. It was a bit confusing at first. The place is like a maze, and we passed several different tombs with the symbolic XXX marked on them, with offerings around them. We did finally find the large white tomb marked as hers. We left a few things at each stop we made, but we spent a little more time with Miss Marie than we did with the others. We got to go into a fully functional voodoo temple as well. Let me tell you, if you've got a tiny ounce of something psychic in your body, you can feel the energy in this place. It was incredible. The man who ran it told us that the other tombs are of other voodoo doctors or mamas (priests and priestesses). He was very interesting to talk to, though I could barely hear half of what he said.
In more recent news, I'm about to take my test for my state insurance license. When I have that I'll finally be able to start at the funeral home with the preneed funeral insurance. I'm so glad the company has had so much patience with the wedding and the training and the testing. The testing has had a few hitches, but I should be able to get it done tomorrow at noon. Woohoo! It's going to be a good thing to have, because even if I can't work through the funeral home, I'll have a lot of other doors open now.
And for now, that's going to be it. Feel free to post any questions about the past month or so in a comment and I'll answer them, lol. I've just been pretty busy as of late, and am in the process of kicking a sinus infection's ass. Ginger ale and augmentin, here I come!
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