torncorpse, posts by tag: work - LiveJournal

so we have limited power right now.

by limited i mean all non-essential things are turned off - except i'm being bad and using up that last bit of power effie has to do this now and see if anything drastic has happened in the world. so far, so good.

we're hoping to get power back tomorrow afternoon - and since we have no heating because the boiler and gas thingy have no power that'd be really nice. i'm currently wearing half my wardrobe. and i'm still cold.

apparently it was a main power house busting or something. some jackass killed the breaker. *shrug* i know next to nothing about these things.

just worked at 39 hour weekend. dead on my feet, thinking about sleeping with 12 hot water bottles until the power comes back. except we don't have hot water either. two cold showers this weekend is enough to make me wait until the heating is back before i do it again. and then it's going to be a nice long hot bath!

hopefully i'll be back soon.

Okay so, been a while people.

First off, Jess, sorry I haven't been around much, I swear I'm gonna try and fix that!
We really need to figure out when suits you mostly, so we can chat.

Effie died a horrible, brutal death. It was tramatising and left me a little bit hollow inside. I miss her terribly. My mother even felt bad for me. And so we have Noire. Cause I felt like that was a good name for her.

Effie has left and Noire is the sorta stand in replacement Effie Mach 3 or whatever. More memory, more space, more gadgets. But she's not the same. If I was honest I would've liked a retro iMac, but my mum hates Mac and wouldn't buy me one. Go figure. Effie is hopefully going to be revived by the nice folks I sent her to. With all her memory intact. But I'm not holding my breath.

Which brings me to this. As of late, I've been hard up for cash, so, I ended up copying all my CDs to Effie and selling them. It was that or sell my body. And I got more for the CDs I can assure you. So, if anyone has some music lying around, ready for upload? Noire really needs a boost on that front. She's rather sparce.

I'm not picky. I'll give anything a listen. So, if y'all are feeling nice, throw some links my way? Or even just some suggestions and I'll use LimeWire myself.

So I'm now on FireFox. Cause I've heard some really good things about Mozilla and I thought I'd give it a try. So far I'm liking it.

At current my Grandad isn't looking too good, so we've been up and down from the hospital a lot, and some friends are kinda moping about. Plus Henderson is kinda being a pain, so we're all sorta on edge around here. But I suppose I at least have my health.

And two jobs. Which so far seem to be going okay. Not dying from exhaustion yet, so that's a good sign. Right?

You know, actually going through with things you plan is rather difficult.

The plan was saving money.
The plan failed miserably.

Between Xmas and Birthday's and just general bills and stuff, it's hard to keep track of how much I have coming in and what's going out.

Petrol for the car is up to £1.01 per litre. My car takes 40 litres. And she's a little guzzler. Seriously, there's so much money going into the car I'm shocked my car hasn't turned green!

I'm working the next three weekends. Although I get a break tomorrow before I start the Week of Doom!

Also, if I told you I'd call you, or that I'd answer the phone if you called me, sorry, my phone DIED!!!
I kinda dropped her in the toilet. So, she's le ded. Guess what I'm looking for my mum to buy me for Xmas?

[lookie at my new layout!!!]

Sweet Jesus.

I make the decision to make a point of updating and everything turns to pot.

Quick drop by.
I'm not ignoring people. I'm just really really overloaded with life.
Which is annoying.

My sister in law is very close to her due date, and the baby hasn't turned yet so they're gonna wait and see if they can get the baby to turn - meaning they're waiting before they just cut into Louise.

Work is all I do now. I've not left the place in a week nearly.
Worked 7 days in a row, have a day off and then I'm back in tomorrow.
And that's only in Subway. I've got work at the bar all this weekend - Friday - Monday. *sigh*

I am hoping to get to Iowa in April. And then do a little road trip before I go back home so I can visit some people. Would love to do that. *sigh*

Thats...sadly all I have. Hopefully I'll get back at some point.

Jess, I love you and miss you. We'll need to arrange a time to phone.
Maria, I think you effin' fantastic and I'd love a Xmas card, thank you sweetie.

And everyone else, I will try at some point to get into the swing of things and have a gander and comment in your journals. I really miss you all.

I’m not dead! Wow, bet you’re so disappointed. But seriously, life is so horrible that things are just really piling up now.

So, should I bullet point?

-learning shorthand with a semi-broken thumb is difficult, seriously.
-stupid Clara got me into a new tv show, Blood Ties. I can’t complain too much cause it’s like NYPD Blue meets Buffy only with style. Yeah, and it’s got Vampires.
-Effie and I have fallen out. Her keyboard needs replaced due to a spillage of cola. Damnit. And the stupid CD drive is messing me about - means no more US version DVD’s for me - which is half of my DVD collection including most of my Viva La Bam, half my Jackass, my Queer as Folk and my Supernatural. Not a happy bunny.
-work is sucking. So much so that I have a second job. At a bar. It’s so ironic I want to cry. Should alcoholics really work in pubs? My life is nearly non-existent, work is all I do and I have nothing to show for it.
-I’m starting writing again, nothing substantial, but little bits and pieces, which is good.
-possible trip to Iowa is in the works. Excited beyond belief, but before hopes get up, I need to see about time availability and finances. Yes, I plan things without thinking them through. Details.
-purchase of many DVD and CD’s which has eaten all my money. I am now the proud owner of {deep breath} HIM’s Venus Doom, Gym Class Hero’s album, the Police’s Greatest Hits, The entire A-Team collection, all 8 seasons of Charmed and the new Star Wars all episodes box set along with the Die Hard quadrilogy and the Indiana Jones DVD Collectors edition Boxset. Happy face, sad bank account.

So, my grandmother is doing better, but the chain of cancer she had [yes had, they got it all] appears to be of a genetic nature. So I’m in the system now, means I get all these tests run every 6 months, just to be sure to be sure. It’s not too much of a hassle, I mean if it saves my life then wayhey. I’ve already had a talk with the consultant and it seems that should I ever develop a cancerous lump they would prefer to do the double mastectomy and just work on reconstruction, that way they know that it’s done. It also means that any female children I have will be high risk. Just another genetic trait that sucks.

Henderson got a cat. She’s vicious. Everyone is of the opinion that I’m slashing up my arms again. Less than half of the scratches are even from a razor! It’s the damn cat - his name is Snake Eyes [don’t know why]. He’s adorable and everything, and we have fun with one another, but he’s seriously evil.

I’ve just missed what seems like half a year of college. Between a semi-broken thumb, work being so hectic and continuous, my gran being ill and just general life I just haven’t had time for being the good little journalist. I’ve missed too much in my mind; I just can’t seem myself catching up to be honest. I’m considering dropping out and continuing the year the way I’ve ended it - as a hard working taxpayer.

It does mean that I’d be more likely to be able to afford the long list of things I am hoping to do next year, like move out of my parents house, get a trip to Canada and another to Iowa, redo my scaffold/industrial piercing since I hate that it’s closed up and finally get my ‘Brit’ tattoo [not that it is saying Brit or anything but Brit and I know what I’m talking about].

I have 55 days left [aprox] until I become an auntie. And before then I would also like to extend on my left wrist tattoo so that I have 8 purple stars and another three darker ones, these are to represent my immediate family and then the three members of my family that I’ve picked. Dave, Colette and Emma.

If I’m painfully honest with myself I’ll probably do the tattoo thing before I do the moving out thing, which is stupid since my dad will kill me if I get more tattoo’s while still living with them.

So this is my first post since coming home three weeks ago. Which was hell.

Short version, we were delayed in the airport for 9 hours; the plane had only just left the freakin’ airport, heading towards Toronto. So we were stuck in the airport for 8 and a half hours, because for some reason they didn’t tell us that we were delayed until we’d checked it and we had to go through customs.
We got some shopping done in the duty free - I have so much eyeliner it really is unreal - and got free drinks and dinner at any of the restaurants [including vouchers for Starbucks!] All in all the experience was a bit of a drag, sitting in the airport, listening to music while waiting for your plane to board, reading books and blowing bubbles with your gum gets old after a while.

The iPod [which my aunt bought me, yeay for 4gigs of music!] lasted the whole time - which surprised me, since it was 9plus hours and then the 7plus hours in the plane. I read three Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter books and started the fourth and went through six packets of gum. So my breath was minty with a hint of cherry. Nice.

Getting back was no big deal really, despite the 9 hour delay. Arrived home late on a Sunday afternoon, got the washing done, started to empty the important things, gave out gifts, showered and bed. Monday morning was the first day of college, must admit, I sorta like being back.

Doing Journalism this year and hopefully next year too. So far so good, enjoying it fine and dealing with the work load in a suitable manner. At current it’s pretty simple. The general IT skills, research tools and broadcast styles are all pretty basic introductions to the different systems we’ll be using, mixing up the Mac’s and the PC’s. The hardest thing so far is shorthand, pretty much learning another language, only instead of speaking its just writing, and I’ve always been pretty good at picking that kind of stuff up.
I managed to retain my radio show from last year. Up until Christmas I had a Monday night and Wednesday afternoon to do with as I wish. Wednesday’s are more the poppy-punk radio friendly stuff, although I’m petitioning for a ‘classic rock/70-90’s rock’ slot instead [Rio gets me into far too much of my dad’s old vinyl records] and Monday nights are more just what I want. I can do pretty much anything, from Queen to Fall Out Boy, to JT to Opeth. It’s pretty snazzy.

At current I’m relying on college to give me the fundamental stuff from life. Basically I’m screwed at work just now due to a seriously smushed thumb. Long story short? I managed to jam my thumb in between some removable shelves and some heavy trays, the result? My thumb twisted and yanked from its painful confines and the possibility of a serious break. As is, I’m not sure if it’s broken or just staved. At current I haven’t seen a doctor, I’m waiting till the black turns purple and it returns to semi-normal size.
The nail split, so I think that’s where most of the blood came from, I highly doubt it’s broken since I’m living with it on basic painkillers and my mother managed to strap it all up herself. It’s immobile right now, still excruciating, but manageable depending on the dosage of pain meds.

In other news, it has been confirmed. I will be having a nephew in January. At current his name is either Joshua, Jared or Jason. I’ve had a few dreams where he’s been named Jason, but I’ve also had a few dreams where he’s been green and from space. Which is also possible considering who his father is.

Speaking of dreams, Catt, could you stop popping into mine?
Last night, the 11th of September, I dreamt that Cattlin, all the way in North Carolina right now, managed to stop by for Fresher’s Fair at the college. Strangely enough there was an outbreak of Vampire killings, [vampire’s who are known of and accepted - although somewhat discriminated against- in society] and Catt had decided to get to the bottom of. I was hauled along for the ride along with our dear friend Jo - who called in Dean, who brought Sammy, which Jo was miffed at.
Now, if you can, picture Catt [mousy brown hair {sorry, that’s how it was!}, snazzy plastic frame glasses, short build] squaring up to Dean Winchester [6ft, amazing eyes, blonde spiky hair, muscled build] this is what I woke up from after the chase through three cemetery’s, inspection of two abandoned warehouse, unnerving meeting with the brothers Winchester in said abandoned warehouse, and the obvious pursuit of said vampire killer dude.
All in all, my dream seems to tell me that I’ve watch too much Supernatural this week, [as if] I shouldn’t browse through the Famineghost folder before bed, and pain killers make me loopy.
But it was a pretty cool dream.

And good God have I missed a lot!

Sweet god I thought I died!

It's possible that I may have. Still, I'm here now. Right?
Wrong.

OKay. So, this last month - or 21 days as it has roughly been [Effie tells me it's been that long anyway], have been utter hell.

Admist planning for this vacation which was on again, off again, up in the air, actually settled[!] and the shit load of work I've been doing, I've harly had time to sit down let alone process my thoughts on what could be a coherent update on what the hells been happening.

Number one: Work.
Although the last two weeks have been one thing after another [loss of knives, coffee machine breaking, fridges not refidgerating, mayo being smelly] it has in all been a huge learning experience. Lesson? Everyone is an arsehole.
Our Manager went on a two week vacation to Spain. She came back on Saturday just there and nearly died from the shock of jus what Sarah [twat who I dislike] managed to do to the place. I think she'd have been less shocked if I'd burnt the place down.
We're now launching a 'Get Sarah Fired' campaign. I think I have a good chance at getting it done.

Number two: Vacation.
As of Monday the 13th I shall be in Canada.
My Aunt booked flights, and I'm staying with her, and I fly home on the 26th. So, almost two weeks. And I'm getting money from my parents as a bribe. No new tattoo's or piercings while I'm gone. I guess for $400 it's a fair deal.

Number three: TriBand.
As my mother is a nosey cow, my father is taking my to the T-Mobile store tomorrow and I am upgrading my shitty little Razr-V3 and getting a sparkly Tri-Band mobile. All so that I can call home occasionally and tell my mother everything that's happening. Happy days.

Number four: College.
I start my Journalism course on the 27th. Yes that is the day after I fly home, thanks for asking. *sigh* I'm almost looking forward to it.


Other than all that, and an unhealthy obsession for Sims 2 right now, nothing much else is going on.

Hopefully there will be commenting tomorrow. And writing updates. Cause damn if I haven't been working on them for ages!

Projects to Post:
Frankie/Mikey - really late/really early Halloween style slash.
Frankie/Mikey/Gee - porny mornings. lovely.

Jensen/Jared - Jelous!Jensen, Oblivious!Jared.
Sam/Dean - Yet more Elevator!Porn.

Bam/Ryan - One huge ass motherfucker of a story, strangely enough, it has a plot!

Well, it's been a fair while since I've been here. God, it's been a while since I've been anywhere.

Between work, helping my brother out with his flat and general icky feelings, I've not had much time to stop and do anything for myself. Which is really a pest.

Work has been hell lately and looks to continue in that direction for a fair while, since LeeAnne is on holiday and the idiot that is Sarah will be the only person really running the place. She hates me, and I hate her, so really it's not a big deal. It's just when she makes my work complicated that I can't stand being there at all.
But Dan is coming back - thank God. He's the only real form of Comic Relief there. He's kinda wacky, and it helps, really it does.

Family life is just as bad. With the exception of my older brother, who isn't living in the house any more, I think someone somewhere has decided to drive me crazy - or worse. My mother is on some strange fix it kick. She needs to repair everything. We're lucky if we even see our father at all and my little brother makes a pest of himself whenever possible. And really, I have such a short fuse it doesn't take much for me to snap, I know this, he knows this, so why push?

My dreams are getting weirder and weirder. Last night I was JD from Scrubs - I think this came about after talking about a dream my 'sister in law' had where she was JD and Dr Cox turned her into a vampire [pregnancy hormones!]. Sadly, no vampires for me. Just crazy ass Dustin Hoffman as a Surgeon who ends up removing wrong things. Like one guy in the dream ended up with a vesectomy instead of a sex change and some lady was giving breast augmentation instead of being sent to delivery to have her baby.
Weird dreams.

I redid my layout - with the help of a professional LJ CSS writer. And famineghost of course.

Here's wondering how long my life will stay calm.
Considering I've still got 78 hours worth of work this month to do, after already having done 36, I really can't see things going my way.

Okay so, working nearly 24 hours in the space of three days is not a good idea. Since I have a fourth day to go as well. *bangs head* I’m such a glutton for punishment.

Saturday marked 22 hours of work from Thursday. *sigh* It was hell. After four hours working my heart rate shot through the roof. I don’t even know why. Then I got tingles in my arm. And my head started to hurt. I couldn’t breath and I think I sent myself into a panic attack. Watching the little old lady at the counter start hyperventilating because I was hyperventilating was kinda funny though. Not at the time, but afterwards, I could laugh. It was either laugh or cry.

I got a little while to sit and get my breath back. Then back to work.

We were really, really very busy. We made 600 bread portions. That’s 600 foot long pieces of bread. And we sold every one of them. Made a mint.

Of course with lots of people comes lots of work and I wanted to hit most of them. This is why I don’t get out on front counter for longer than five hours at a time. I’ll kill someone, I really will.

So, at 5:30 I finished up. And had to drive 20 miles to pick up my brother, take him 16 miles home and then back 16 miles to his house. Then I needed to fill up the tank of petrol. *bangs head* I hate petrol stations. People who work there are stupid. And have really bad personal hygiene. [[Sorry if you work in a petrol/gas station, this is just my personal experience.]]

So, JADE, tried to charge me £40 for the £15 I put in my tank. Yeah, number 8 is not number 6. Not when number 6 is a freaking 4x4 and I’ve just got my baby Corsa, thank you very much.

So I started work at 8:30 on Sunday. I woke up at 8:22am after finally getting to sleep at 4:57am [roughly]. I hate it when I can’t sleep. I was up at 6am on Saturday morning. I’ve been running on Red Bull and sugar. The crash will be brutal.

So, now that it’s Monday I took a day to myself.
My granddad - bless his heart - thought it was my birthday on Friday, he sent me a card with £75 in it. I ended up calling him to figure out why he’d sent it, conversation went something like this.
Me: Granddad, thanks for the card, but what’s it for?
GD: Happy Birthday.
Me: My birthday is in April. You’ve given me my present.
GD: Really? Then who the hells birthday is it today?
Me: Not really sure. You want me to drive by and give you this back? [referring to money]
GD: Oh, no. You keep it. I won it on in the pools.

So I decided that I wanted my anti-tragus pierced. I have it pierced now. I’m happy. Although I now need to take anti-inflammatories to stop it from swelling up cause I’ve got a snug bar on it since they didn’t have a larger one. I don’t mind too much.

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Once I grow a pair, I'm gonna get another tattoo. I just need to not worry about my mother killing me in the most brutal fashion imaginable.

I’m working again on Tuesday. 9-5. I’m supposed to clean up my bedroom on Wednesday, or I’m driving down to Leister? I think it’s near London. I’d be following my dad down, he’s trading in his car. He drops the one he’s got off there, and he picks up another one up here on Thursday. I say I might be since my mums not too keen on the idea. It’s 300 miles, 6 hours. I’m still fairly cautious on the whole driving front. Plus, I think I’d get sick of my music after a while. ^_^

*sigh*

My dad just came in from work with three suits, three leather jackets, a suede coat and a VERSACE!!! dress!
He met some strange italian guy in a Burger King car park, he'd just put on an exhibition of his work and was heading back to Milan tomorrow, except all his sample coats and jackets and dresses and stuff, it's just excess baggage, he can't sell them. So my dad got a tonne of his stuff since he can't do shit with it.
I have a Versace dress and an Italian Leather coat!!!

I saw the price tag!
Oh. My. Bejezuz!

I've been watching Empire Records a lot.

And I was gonna do a total pic spam, mainly so I could try and guilt trip Rio into making a header. But for some reason my mood totally plumetted there. So much so that I can't even spell things now.
*sigh*

I need to start work at 8:30 tomorrow, and I don't finish till 5. I really hate work right now.

Danzel, the little puppy next door, yeah, he ran away yesterday. They're hopeful that he'll come home soon, but they don't know.

Nothing else is really happening.
Oh!

My Nephew is going to be named James. James William Smith.
When he's born. In January.

Nothing like knowing ahead of time.