Nerd 101, otherwise known as growing up with my father, taught me a few things that I carry with me still today.
1. Kirk and Spock are nothing without each other.
This is why they are the pairing that spawned "slash" and funny name-smashes for couples (Kock and Spork!!!). Okay...so that explanation has nothing to do with my dad's feelings on the matter...that doesn't make it any less true.
2. Don't sit with your back to a door, as portrayed in Dune.
It's a bad idea- especially if it's open!!! This is why I keep my door closed and I sit facing it. If I didn't an assassin would probably come try to literally stab me in the back.
3. Astronomy is one of the best home schooling classes ever!
Okay, so I wasn't actually home schooled. But one of my favorite memories is learning the names of constellations from my dad.
4. It's completely okay to make your child read a sci-fi or fantasy novel even though they don't want to- even if you've never read it!
So, when I was in junior high my parents gave me The Hobbit and Dune for Christmas. I was thrilled to get books- it meant my parents were accepting and encouraging my nerd side! I had never heard of Dune, and was reluctant to read it because it was 500-some pages. But my dad said it was a must-read, so I read it. I sort of enjoyed it...some of the ideas and points of it are okay (see above where one of my greatest life lessons comes from it), but mostly I was bored and just wanted it to be over.
I later found out that my dad had never read the book, and simply said he'd read it so I would finish it. Thanks Dad...really.
5. It is perfectly acceptable to quote nerdy things even though the people around you have no idea what you're talking about.
Actually, this is encouraged. This way you get to feel really smart and call other people losers for not knowing something.
...I'm done now.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Hotels and Horror Films: Part Deux
Alright, so I realized another reason or two why working in a hotel kind of reminds me of a horror film.
ELEVATORS AND CAMERAS!!! D:
They're terrifying! I was in the elevator (which is one of those stupid ones with mirrored walls so you're forced to look at yourself) and there was this thunk noise.
Um...Hannibal Lector possibly? All I know is that I grabbed the luggage cart and was prepared to ram it into someone's face.
And cameras. Some of them are a little glitchy...so there's random fuzz or dark spots. It's slightly horrifying.
Basically, I try not to go on the elevator or watch the cameras too often.
ELEVATORS AND CAMERAS!!! D:
They're terrifying! I was in the elevator (which is one of those stupid ones with mirrored walls so you're forced to look at yourself) and there was this thunk noise.
Um...Hannibal Lector possibly? All I know is that I grabbed the luggage cart and was prepared to ram it into someone's face.
And cameras. Some of them are a little glitchy...so there's random fuzz or dark spots. It's slightly horrifying.
Basically, I try not to go on the elevator or watch the cameras too often.
Yet Another Reason to Live in a Basement
So, I work from 11 pm to 7 am...I'm nearly completely nocturnal.
What this means, is that I sleep through the day...until about 2:30 or 3 in the afternoon unless I convince myself to get off my lazy butt and go exercise- in which case I sleep until about 4 or 4:30.
I recall saying that almost no light gets into the basement of my parents' house in a previous post...this is actually a wonderful thing.
I crawl into my sad little storage room bed chamber, collapse onto my mattress, and it's completely dark. I can barely tell the difference between noon and midnight.
THIS IS GLORIOUS FOR SOMEONE WHO HAS TO SLEEP DURING THE DAY.
Generally speaking, I don't really have a problem sleeping during the day. Light doesn't phase me because it makes me feel like I'm safe from monsters. But I enjoy the fact that I can just claim ignorance to whatever time it happens to be.
Typing the fact that I'm still scared of the monsters under my bed just made me realize something horrible: I LIVE UNDER MY BED!!!!
Okay, so technically my bed is a mattress on the floor because I have decided against using my loft...the loft is now the storage unit.
What this means, is that the monster that lives under my loft frame is probably like...sharing my pillows and creeping on my DVDs (reordering them no doubt, bastard).
Great, now I actually need to bring my dagger closer to me rather than leaving it on my bookshelf. *weeps*
Note: A friend of mine just mentioned that it could be Slender Man living under my bed. I'd prefer a monster.
What this means, is that I sleep through the day...until about 2:30 or 3 in the afternoon unless I convince myself to get off my lazy butt and go exercise- in which case I sleep until about 4 or 4:30.
I recall saying that almost no light gets into the basement of my parents' house in a previous post...this is actually a wonderful thing.
I crawl into my sad little storage room bed chamber, collapse onto my mattress, and it's completely dark. I can barely tell the difference between noon and midnight.
THIS IS GLORIOUS FOR SOMEONE WHO HAS TO SLEEP DURING THE DAY.
Generally speaking, I don't really have a problem sleeping during the day. Light doesn't phase me because it makes me feel like I'm safe from monsters. But I enjoy the fact that I can just claim ignorance to whatever time it happens to be.
Typing the fact that I'm still scared of the monsters under my bed just made me realize something horrible: I LIVE UNDER MY BED!!!!
Okay, so technically my bed is a mattress on the floor because I have decided against using my loft...the loft is now the storage unit.
What this means, is that the monster that lives under my loft frame is probably like...sharing my pillows and creeping on my DVDs (reordering them no doubt, bastard).
Great, now I actually need to bring my dagger closer to me rather than leaving it on my bookshelf. *weeps*
Note: A friend of mine just mentioned that it could be Slender Man living under my bed. I'd prefer a monster.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
How to Feel Like You're in a Horror Film
There are a lot of things about working in a hotel that is oddly reminiscent of horror films. I'm guessing this is why The Shining scares the living hell out of anyone that dares watch it.
#1: Things that go "bump" in the night
It's easy enough to ignore strange sounds when you're at home and there's light or other people to protect you from zombies or rabid mice-people or bats or whatever. But, when alone at home, even the smallest of noises can set you to curling under your comforter and closing your eyes tight enough to make you pass out.
Try hearing those sounds in a hotel. The sounds echo and reverberate to the point that you can't tell where they're coming from, or even how loud it should actually sound! It's mostly horrifying when you're standing at the front desk by
#2: Lights flickering
Sorry, can we get an electrician in here? Flickering lights are probably the most horrible things EVER! They can mean the power is being tampered with, they can mean that there's some crazy electrical interference, hell it can even mean that there's a demon or ghost standing behind you waiting for you to slip up enough for them to possess you!!! Blech, no thanks.
#3: Creepy guests
Okay, this isn't so much of a problem here. Most of the guests I've seen have been relatively friendly or at least not walking corpses. But, should there ever be a creeper, I will use my stapler as a gun!!! ...or I'll just quietly weep as they destroy me.
So...those are the three reasons I have for hotels being a terrible place to work...because they're like horror movies.
#1: Things that go "bump" in the night
It's easy enough to ignore strange sounds when you're at home and there's light or other people to protect you from zombies or rabid mice-people or bats or whatever. But, when alone at home, even the smallest of noises can set you to curling under your comforter and closing your eyes tight enough to make you pass out.
Try hearing those sounds in a hotel. The sounds echo and reverberate to the point that you can't tell where they're coming from, or even how loud it should actually sound! It's mostly horrifying when you're standing at the front desk by
#2: Lights flickering
Sorry, can we get an electrician in here? Flickering lights are probably the most horrible things EVER! They can mean the power is being tampered with, they can mean that there's some crazy electrical interference, hell it can even mean that there's a demon or ghost standing behind you waiting for you to slip up enough for them to possess you!!! Blech, no thanks.
#3: Creepy guests
Okay, this isn't so much of a problem here. Most of the guests I've seen have been relatively friendly or at least not walking corpses. But, should there ever be a creeper, I will use my stapler as a gun!!! ...or I'll just quietly weep as they destroy me.
So...those are the three reasons I have for hotels being a terrible place to work...because they're like horror movies.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Et tu, MN?
I have lived in Minnesota my entire life. I have driven around to probably 90% of it. And I love it, dearly. In fact, convincing people that Minnesota is a great place to live despite its cold winters is one of the thing I consider myself best at.
But right now, I'm deeply shamed by my association with my beloved home.
For those of you who don't know, the Minnesota legislature just approved a vote on an amendment to the Constitution of the State. This amendment would destroy any hope of gay marriage becoming legal for Minnesota.
Okay, so it wouldn't destroy it, but the logistics of amending a Constitution to repeal this amendment are extremely costly both in time and money.
So here's me getting on my soapbox, once again, to try and convince my loyal readers that this amendment is bullshit.
There are some main arguments against gay marriage that I hope I will be able to counter well enough in this:
That gay marriage will destroy the institution of the family.
That gay marriage will destroy the institution of marriage.
That being gay is wrong.
That being gay is a choice.
So, on the issue of number one- the family. I understand family. No, really, I do. I come from a completely nuclear little family with a mom, dad, myself and my brother and our dog; I have 16 cousins between the two sides and I know their names and the names of all of my aunts and uncles; and there is virtually nothing that we won't all do for each other.
I get it.
What I also get is that most of my friends have parents who have been divorced and remarried, they have half-siblings and sometimes more step-siblings than they can bother to remember. And I'm fairly certain that some of them consider me and my family to be more like family to them than those elusive cousins and extended family.
That whole "you can't choose your family" idea? Strictly genetically, it's true. But genetics does not a family make. Yeah, in my little privileged world it works out that we all happen to share DNA and like each other; but that world is mostly a fantasy nowadays.
The only real argument that comes from this "destroying the family" thing is the fact that homosexuals, until now, have been forced to repress who and what they truly are. And now that they're finding the courage to come out, oftentimes they are separated from their family.
I'm sure it's awkward, I honestly can't even imagine what it must be like to one day have your father tell you that he was never attracted to your mother and had you and your siblings just because "that's what he was supposed to do." It's not that they don't still love their children, hell it's not even that they don't love their wife...it's just not what they were meant to have.
Which leads me into argument number two- that homosexuals destroy the institution of marriage.
Uhm...WHAT? Have you looked at the divorce rates these days? Over half of first marriages end in divorce.
You want marriage to be more sacred and lasting? LET MORE PEOPLE GET MARRIED! The sheer numbers will get that percentage down.
Do you even remember why divorce was originally allowed? To stop men from killing their wives when they got bored of them?
Marriage never has been, nor will it ever be, something truly special in a legal sense.
Marriage as a sacred rite, on the other hand?
Okay, as I said, my parents are still married. Lovely year number 27 this year. I'm also Catholic, which means that I get that marriage is forever unless annulled by the Church.
But really? Let's just focus on this one little fact: NOT EVERYONE IS OF THE SAME BELIEFS AS ME!
(Granted, this kind of goes against my whole argument that everyone should agree with me- but I'm right and they're wrong so I choose to ignore this.)
To impose your religious beliefs on someone is to take away their rights to freedom of thought and religion. (Please see the Constitution of the United States of America.)
To impose your religious beliefs on someone is to take away their right to equality of freedom and dignity. (This is where I happily give you all some info from the Universal Declaration of Human Rights...yet again.)
Article 16.
* (1) Men and women of full age, without any limitation due to race, nationality or religion, have the right to marry and to found a family. They are entitled to equal rights as to marriage, during marriage and at its dissolution.
* (2) Marriage shall be entered into only with the free and full consent of the intending spouses.
* (3) The family is the natural and fundamental group unit of society and is entitled to protection by society and the State.
Nothing in this Declaration may be interpreted as implying for any State, group or person any right to engage in any activity or to perform any act aimed at the destruction of any of the rights and freedoms set forth herein.
Regardless of that happy little note about the family being under protection by society and the State, let's look at that last little italicized bit. To "protect" the idea of family under this is a direct violation of their dignity, of their freedom to have a different system of beliefs and opinions. Above all, it takes away their rights to form a legally recognized family.
Lastly, I'm going to address the final two notes together: being gay is not wrong, and it is not a choice.
And even if it was a choice- they have protected rights to make said choice.
So, for all those hyper-religious people who believe that being gay is sinful or whatever, let me pose this question: Why would homosexuality exist if God didn't want it to be so?
The Bible says we are created in His image. It also tells countless stories of God destroying those things He deemed unworthy. Why, then, would homosexuality be allowed to exist?
Unless, of course, you want to accept that God's hand is no longer present in the world. In which case- why are you fighting so hard for bigoted beliefs?
Why fight for something that seems so wrong when Jesus asked us to love our neighbors as we love ourselves? When Christianity itself is based solely on the ideas of love and good will and choice?
And again, I should emphasize that it is not a choice. There is a legitimate difference between homosexuals and their heterosexual counterparts. But really? Who the hell really cares?
Unless you really want to discriminate based on their genes...in which case I will follow Godwin's Law and call you a Nazi sympathizer which is totally inappropriate and yet I think it effectively gets the point across.
From a biological standpoint, yeah, homosexuality doesn't make a lot of sense. It doesn't allow for procreation- which ultimately makes them evolutionary failures. And yet...they persist!
In fact, this is awesome because it works so well with the family argument. Sure, it's not what was once described as the ideal, but how can it be bad that two people who love each other will go to great lengths to adopt children who sorely need loving families?
Inappropriate jokes about population control aside- I think it's awesome.
Now is the part where I get emotional. This is the part where I say that I am tired of people insulting and demoralizing people I care about.
Because despite the beliefs of my Church and despite my completely heteronormative upbringing and lifestyle, most of my friends are affected by this war. (And yes, war is the word I want to use there despite the fact that many people will find it offensive given that we are still at armed war and people are dying for those causes.)
I don't like that my friends- who are like family to me- are being discriminated against because they happen to be different.
I don't like that my friends have had society tell them that it's wrong to be who they are.
I don't like that my friends, at one point, had to struggle with their sexual identity because that came with the realization that they were going to be hated by people who didn't even know them... simply because they're attracted to their own sex.
I don't like that my friends have to plan weddings or ceremonies around these stupid, fucked up laws that will stop it from legally meaning anything anyway.
I love that my friends are all strong enough to deal with this crap and take it, hoping that one day it will all be better.
But there are so many who aren't strong enough. There are so many who give up and go against what they want so they don't have to feel like a social pariah.
So, this is for my friends, certainly. But it's also for all those people who have lived lies to avoid hatred, for those people that will continue to live lies to avoid being "caught."
But honestly, my hope is that this is actually for the future. That kids growing up don't have to be afraid when some discover that they are homosexual. That kids growing up don't have to feel strange when they have two moms or dads.
This is for every look of hatred that I hope will never be seen by those kids.
This is for my hope that the next generation doesn't have to grow up bigoted, scared, and repressed.
This is for my hope that people will prove me wrong and not be colossal jackasses and just accept the differences between each of us.
This is for my belief that the only argument that should ever need to be made is this:
Love is love.
But right now, I'm deeply shamed by my association with my beloved home.
For those of you who don't know, the Minnesota legislature just approved a vote on an amendment to the Constitution of the State. This amendment would destroy any hope of gay marriage becoming legal for Minnesota.
Okay, so it wouldn't destroy it, but the logistics of amending a Constitution to repeal this amendment are extremely costly both in time and money.
So here's me getting on my soapbox, once again, to try and convince my loyal readers that this amendment is bullshit.
There are some main arguments against gay marriage that I hope I will be able to counter well enough in this:
That gay marriage will destroy the institution of the family.
That gay marriage will destroy the institution of marriage.
That being gay is wrong.
That being gay is a choice.
So, on the issue of number one- the family. I understand family. No, really, I do. I come from a completely nuclear little family with a mom, dad, myself and my brother and our dog; I have 16 cousins between the two sides and I know their names and the names of all of my aunts and uncles; and there is virtually nothing that we won't all do for each other.
I get it.
What I also get is that most of my friends have parents who have been divorced and remarried, they have half-siblings and sometimes more step-siblings than they can bother to remember. And I'm fairly certain that some of them consider me and my family to be more like family to them than those elusive cousins and extended family.
That whole "you can't choose your family" idea? Strictly genetically, it's true. But genetics does not a family make. Yeah, in my little privileged world it works out that we all happen to share DNA and like each other; but that world is mostly a fantasy nowadays.
The only real argument that comes from this "destroying the family" thing is the fact that homosexuals, until now, have been forced to repress who and what they truly are. And now that they're finding the courage to come out, oftentimes they are separated from their family.
I'm sure it's awkward, I honestly can't even imagine what it must be like to one day have your father tell you that he was never attracted to your mother and had you and your siblings just because "that's what he was supposed to do." It's not that they don't still love their children, hell it's not even that they don't love their wife...it's just not what they were meant to have.
Which leads me into argument number two- that homosexuals destroy the institution of marriage.
Uhm...WHAT? Have you looked at the divorce rates these days? Over half of first marriages end in divorce.
You want marriage to be more sacred and lasting? LET MORE PEOPLE GET MARRIED! The sheer numbers will get that percentage down.
Do you even remember why divorce was originally allowed? To stop men from killing their wives when they got bored of them?
Marriage never has been, nor will it ever be, something truly special in a legal sense.
Marriage as a sacred rite, on the other hand?
Okay, as I said, my parents are still married. Lovely year number 27 this year. I'm also Catholic, which means that I get that marriage is forever unless annulled by the Church.
But really? Let's just focus on this one little fact: NOT EVERYONE IS OF THE SAME BELIEFS AS ME!
(Granted, this kind of goes against my whole argument that everyone should agree with me- but I'm right and they're wrong so I choose to ignore this.)
To impose your religious beliefs on someone is to take away their rights to freedom of thought and religion. (Please see the Constitution of the United States of America.)
To impose your religious beliefs on someone is to take away their right to equality of freedom and dignity. (This is where I happily give you all some info from the Universal Declaration of Human Rights...yet again.)
Article 16.
* (1) Men and women of full age, without any limitation due to race, nationality or religion, have the right to marry and to found a family. They are entitled to equal rights as to marriage, during marriage and at its dissolution.
* (2) Marriage shall be entered into only with the free and full consent of the intending spouses.
* (3) The family is the natural and fundamental group unit of society and is entitled to protection by society and the State.
Nothing in this Declaration may be interpreted as implying for any State, group or person any right to engage in any activity or to perform any act aimed at the destruction of any of the rights and freedoms set forth herein.
Regardless of that happy little note about the family being under protection by society and the State, let's look at that last little italicized bit. To "protect" the idea of family under this is a direct violation of their dignity, of their freedom to have a different system of beliefs and opinions. Above all, it takes away their rights to form a legally recognized family.
Lastly, I'm going to address the final two notes together: being gay is not wrong, and it is not a choice.
And even if it was a choice- they have protected rights to make said choice.
So, for all those hyper-religious people who believe that being gay is sinful or whatever, let me pose this question: Why would homosexuality exist if God didn't want it to be so?
The Bible says we are created in His image. It also tells countless stories of God destroying those things He deemed unworthy. Why, then, would homosexuality be allowed to exist?
Unless, of course, you want to accept that God's hand is no longer present in the world. In which case- why are you fighting so hard for bigoted beliefs?
Why fight for something that seems so wrong when Jesus asked us to love our neighbors as we love ourselves? When Christianity itself is based solely on the ideas of love and good will and choice?
And again, I should emphasize that it is not a choice. There is a legitimate difference between homosexuals and their heterosexual counterparts. But really? Who the hell really cares?
Unless you really want to discriminate based on their genes...in which case I will follow Godwin's Law and call you a Nazi sympathizer which is totally inappropriate and yet I think it effectively gets the point across.
From a biological standpoint, yeah, homosexuality doesn't make a lot of sense. It doesn't allow for procreation- which ultimately makes them evolutionary failures. And yet...they persist!
In fact, this is awesome because it works so well with the family argument. Sure, it's not what was once described as the ideal, but how can it be bad that two people who love each other will go to great lengths to adopt children who sorely need loving families?
Inappropriate jokes about population control aside- I think it's awesome.
Now is the part where I get emotional. This is the part where I say that I am tired of people insulting and demoralizing people I care about.
Because despite the beliefs of my Church and despite my completely heteronormative upbringing and lifestyle, most of my friends are affected by this war. (And yes, war is the word I want to use there despite the fact that many people will find it offensive given that we are still at armed war and people are dying for those causes.)
I don't like that my friends- who are like family to me- are being discriminated against because they happen to be different.
I don't like that my friends have had society tell them that it's wrong to be who they are.
I don't like that my friends, at one point, had to struggle with their sexual identity because that came with the realization that they were going to be hated by people who didn't even know them... simply because they're attracted to their own sex.
I don't like that my friends have to plan weddings or ceremonies around these stupid, fucked up laws that will stop it from legally meaning anything anyway.
I love that my friends are all strong enough to deal with this crap and take it, hoping that one day it will all be better.
But there are so many who aren't strong enough. There are so many who give up and go against what they want so they don't have to feel like a social pariah.
So, this is for my friends, certainly. But it's also for all those people who have lived lies to avoid hatred, for those people that will continue to live lies to avoid being "caught."
But honestly, my hope is that this is actually for the future. That kids growing up don't have to be afraid when some discover that they are homosexual. That kids growing up don't have to feel strange when they have two moms or dads.
This is for every look of hatred that I hope will never be seen by those kids.
This is for my hope that the next generation doesn't have to grow up bigoted, scared, and repressed.
This is for my hope that people will prove me wrong and not be colossal jackasses and just accept the differences between each of us.
This is for my belief that the only argument that should ever need to be made is this:
Love is love.
Friday, May 20, 2011
*Insert Clever Title Here*
Is it awful that I will never be able to write anything real because I can't do anything relating to character development. I can't even come up with good names!!!
I think that's why I enjoy writing fanfiction so much- I don't have to do anything except analyze the characters and put that analysis into words! I don't have to spend time describing the characters or outlining their past. I don't even have to name them.
All I have to do is go "Haaa, Balthazar said Cas' trench coat is dirty and that he loves Dean" and away my thoughts can go!
See, this is a problem, because in order to make myself feel like I'm accomplishing something by being a night auditor for a hotel, I've decided to try and write a book when we have free time. (This is the alternative to spending hours on Facebook each night.)
So, aside from character development fail, my other problem is coming up with a plot.
Most of my book ideas come from when I have cracked out dreams that don't relate to fandom. I dunno...they often intrigue me but then my description makes my friends go "...wha?" Leading me to believe that my ideas are probably not going to amuse anyone if I can't even get my friends to back the ideas.
In the meantime, I'm just going to keep blogging away about stuff I think about. Probably when I should be doing math or something...
I think that's why I enjoy writing fanfiction so much- I don't have to do anything except analyze the characters and put that analysis into words! I don't have to spend time describing the characters or outlining their past. I don't even have to name them.
All I have to do is go "Haaa, Balthazar said Cas' trench coat is dirty and that he loves Dean" and away my thoughts can go!
See, this is a problem, because in order to make myself feel like I'm accomplishing something by being a night auditor for a hotel, I've decided to try and write a book when we have free time. (This is the alternative to spending hours on Facebook each night.)
So, aside from character development fail, my other problem is coming up with a plot.
Most of my book ideas come from when I have cracked out dreams that don't relate to fandom. I dunno...they often intrigue me but then my description makes my friends go "...wha?" Leading me to believe that my ideas are probably not going to amuse anyone if I can't even get my friends to back the ideas.
In the meantime, I'm just going to keep blogging away about stuff I think about. Probably when I should be doing math or something...
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Had to listen to myself on tape...
It wasn't pleasant.
You know how everyone has a mental image of themselves and to tell them anything that contradicts it is essentially asking to be bitched at by them? I have to imagine that everyone is the same way about the sound of their voice.
Obviously everyone has different hearing, just like they have different finger prints and taste buds. But I find it hard to believe that hearing could be so skewed so that I sound completely different to myself than on tape.
Though, as I understand it, hearing my voice via phones or other electronic devices is often shocking to people. I sound very...female on the phone whereas in person, while you can tell that I'm female when I speak, my voice is relatively low.
Anyway, long story short: I had to record a message for my new job(yay wake-up calls! It's the only consolation in all of this- no one will hear it until tonight when we record over it). I listened to it play back because I was morbidly curious- it's not like I often hear myself speaking via telephone.
Man was I surprised!
So yeah, job is going well. Diet...not so much. Though only having access to food for about six hours a day and then standing all night is bound to help...right? Gonna try exercising when my shift ends tomorrow.
...but if my feet hurt then I will be saying "screw you!" to Anytime Fitness for a few more days and just using my bike in the afternoon. It's a lovely bike and deserves proper attention.
30 more minutes!!! Whoever invented the 8-hour workday kind of sucks. Except I suppose a 40-hour workweek is better than what it used to be...twelve hour days six days a week. *Shudder* No thanks.
In other news, still not world dictator yet. Though I am making progress.
You know how everyone has a mental image of themselves and to tell them anything that contradicts it is essentially asking to be bitched at by them? I have to imagine that everyone is the same way about the sound of their voice.
Obviously everyone has different hearing, just like they have different finger prints and taste buds. But I find it hard to believe that hearing could be so skewed so that I sound completely different to myself than on tape.
Though, as I understand it, hearing my voice via phones or other electronic devices is often shocking to people. I sound very...female on the phone whereas in person, while you can tell that I'm female when I speak, my voice is relatively low.
Anyway, long story short: I had to record a message for my new job(yay wake-up calls! It's the only consolation in all of this- no one will hear it until tonight when we record over it). I listened to it play back because I was morbidly curious- it's not like I often hear myself speaking via telephone.
Man was I surprised!
So yeah, job is going well. Diet...not so much. Though only having access to food for about six hours a day and then standing all night is bound to help...right? Gonna try exercising when my shift ends tomorrow.
...but if my feet hurt then I will be saying "screw you!" to Anytime Fitness for a few more days and just using my bike in the afternoon. It's a lovely bike and deserves proper attention.
30 more minutes!!! Whoever invented the 8-hour workday kind of sucks. Except I suppose a 40-hour workweek is better than what it used to be...twelve hour days six days a week. *Shudder* No thanks.
In other news, still not world dictator yet. Though I am making progress.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Look who fails again!
Hola loyal readers who still check this every day. I apologize for my epic failure in updating!
I started a new job this last week and have been working between 6pm and 2am for most of it. (It's night shift- four years of terrific college education and all I can get is a full-time 11pm-7am job! But I like the people I work with and the work isn't that bad and it pays enough to get me out of my parents' basement...so I'm okay! :D )
Thus far, I have learned that people who stay at hotels think that they're particularly cool. Unfortunately, I can't do my sarcastic bit and tell them that the fact that they've stayed at this hotel 45 times doesn't really mean a whole lot to me so no, I'm not going to switch your room.
Oh well, c'est la vie.
Guess that's all for tonight!
I started a new job this last week and have been working between 6pm and 2am for most of it. (It's night shift- four years of terrific college education and all I can get is a full-time 11pm-7am job! But I like the people I work with and the work isn't that bad and it pays enough to get me out of my parents' basement...so I'm okay! :D )
Thus far, I have learned that people who stay at hotels think that they're particularly cool. Unfortunately, I can't do my sarcastic bit and tell them that the fact that they've stayed at this hotel 45 times doesn't really mean a whole lot to me so no, I'm not going to switch your room.
Oh well, c'est la vie.
Guess that's all for tonight!
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Thunderbolts and Lightning
Very, very frightening. Unless you're living in a basement. Then it just sounds like your dog is running around all night.
So, today's good reason to live in a basement- SOUND PROOFING!
Oh hey- thunder.
But yeah, mostly you can't hear anything outside so you're bound to get a great night's sleep. (Though the lack of windows really helps with that too.)
But seriously, I can't hear my parents yelling down for me...which is probably why we all text each other from the opposite floors.
I don't have to hear the televisions upstairs...unfortunately I can hear the Superbowl when it's on down here. Oh well, details.
So, today's good reason to live in a basement- SOUND PROOFING!
Oh hey- thunder.
But yeah, mostly you can't hear anything outside so you're bound to get a great night's sleep. (Though the lack of windows really helps with that too.)
But seriously, I can't hear my parents yelling down for me...which is probably why we all text each other from the opposite floors.
I don't have to hear the televisions upstairs...unfortunately I can hear the Superbowl when it's on down here. Oh well, details.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
So many blankets!
As promised, here's a little about why living in a storage room is an okay thing...except it might sound like a complaint. But only at first!
Our basement is really cold because it's mostly underground. There are only four windows and one of them is like...the size of my face.
What this means is that there are about four blankets on my bed. Usually, I just sleep with a fleece blanket (and a comforter if I'm afraid something will be grabbing my feet and trying to pull me from my bed). But here, there are two fleece blankets and a comforter.
This is awesome in the summer- none of this 90 degrees in my room bullshit.
However, in the winter or any time it's below 50 outside, it makes me relatively unhappy.
Anyway, my room is cold. It's both wonderful and terrible.
Our basement is really cold because it's mostly underground. There are only four windows and one of them is like...the size of my face.
What this means is that there are about four blankets on my bed. Usually, I just sleep with a fleece blanket (and a comforter if I'm afraid something will be grabbing my feet and trying to pull me from my bed). But here, there are two fleece blankets and a comforter.
This is awesome in the summer- none of this 90 degrees in my room bullshit.
However, in the winter or any time it's below 50 outside, it makes me relatively unhappy.
Anyway, my room is cold. It's both wonderful and terrible.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Back from Hiatus (Or, Is That a Theme I Smell?)
My God I am terrible at this whole daily blogging thing! I get the slightest bit busy and this is the last thing on the list of "To Dos."
So yes, I apologize to anyone who actually enjoys this! I've been desperately trying to finish up college (and succeeded- woo!) and find a job (which I also succeeded at).
Anyway, now that I've managed to graduate and find a job that will allow me to pay off the epic amounts of debt I've somehow managed to find myself in, I can once again attempt to blog daily.
I decided that this summer there will probably be a theme for the next few months. I've moved back into my parents' house for the summer because I wasn't entirely sure I would find a full-time job and a roommate who is willing to put up with me for another year. But I did, so I only have to spend a summer with the rents =P
(Love you, Mom. Really.)
Unfortunately, my parents got a little enthusiastic when I left for college. Meaning they turned my room into a home office and moved my bed into the storage room in our creepy-ass basement.
This was fine before, basically I was only here for a week at a time tops so it wasn't an issue. But now, with four months of dwelling taking place, I need some space that actually feels like a room.
This last week has been me reorganizing everything so storage is on my loft frame and my mattress/room is on the floor.
The bed hasn't fallen on me in the middle of the night yet, so I'm counting it a success. For now, at least.
So for now, an introduction to my room!
Basically, my room consisted of a loft bed and a dresser. The rest of the room was filled with stuff that had been saved over the years or seasonal clothing or Beanie Babies...and other junk that no sane people would probably keep.
When I moved my stuff back? There was no room. I put all my things on top of the bed just to get them out of the way.
It wasn't so bad moving everything out. But the living room looked like a Good Will store had vomited all over everything. (It's better now. Everything is back in its place...just where I should be sleeping rather than the floor where I am sleeping.)
Happily, my "room" is now a mattress, a shoe rack, a dresser, a bookshelf, and a DVD shelf (or two). And it feels like a room. (Mostly because I have a TV and N64 at the foot of my bed...no sleep ever!!! :D)
Anyway, be on the lookout for some pretty epic stories about the ghost I'm pretty sure is my roommate and other reasons why living in a storage room is probably one of the more interesting experiences one can have.
So yes, I apologize to anyone who actually enjoys this! I've been desperately trying to finish up college (and succeeded- woo!) and find a job (which I also succeeded at).
Anyway, now that I've managed to graduate and find a job that will allow me to pay off the epic amounts of debt I've somehow managed to find myself in, I can once again attempt to blog daily.
I decided that this summer there will probably be a theme for the next few months. I've moved back into my parents' house for the summer because I wasn't entirely sure I would find a full-time job and a roommate who is willing to put up with me for another year. But I did, so I only have to spend a summer with the rents =P
(Love you, Mom. Really.)
Unfortunately, my parents got a little enthusiastic when I left for college. Meaning they turned my room into a home office and moved my bed into the storage room in our creepy-ass basement.
This was fine before, basically I was only here for a week at a time tops so it wasn't an issue. But now, with four months of dwelling taking place, I need some space that actually feels like a room.
This last week has been me reorganizing everything so storage is on my loft frame and my mattress/room is on the floor.
The bed hasn't fallen on me in the middle of the night yet, so I'm counting it a success. For now, at least.
So for now, an introduction to my room!
Basically, my room consisted of a loft bed and a dresser. The rest of the room was filled with stuff that had been saved over the years or seasonal clothing or Beanie Babies...and other junk that no sane people would probably keep.
When I moved my stuff back? There was no room. I put all my things on top of the bed just to get them out of the way.
It wasn't so bad moving everything out. But the living room looked like a Good Will store had vomited all over everything. (It's better now. Everything is back in its place...just where I should be sleeping rather than the floor where I am sleeping.)
Happily, my "room" is now a mattress, a shoe rack, a dresser, a bookshelf, and a DVD shelf (or two). And it feels like a room. (Mostly because I have a TV and N64 at the foot of my bed...no sleep ever!!! :D)
Anyway, be on the lookout for some pretty epic stories about the ghost I'm pretty sure is my roommate and other reasons why living in a storage room is probably one of the more interesting experiences one can have.
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