Oh. My. God.

I think I'm in love with this band director, or whoever came up with this show. They win at life.

Hee! I love this person's icon:

Oh. My. God.

Horse loose in the PCCA rec yard. Many aspiring wranglers leap out to try and catch it, a golf cart gets thrown into the mix (and I learn why we do not see golfers in the rodeo). This goes on for at least fifteen or twenty minutes. Finally the horse whisperer comes out, and within five minutes our equine friend is amicably walking on a lead.

Some days, I really love my job.

So I woke up... well, not early, but somehow between showering and whatnot, I managed to get to work EARLY, which is nice. Gave me time to just relax a little before clocking in, checked on the class this morning, grabbed me a donut and kolache, and tried to figure out what needed to be finished today. Not too much it seems, so as long as I get that done I think I won't have a case of "OMGWORSTEMPLOYEEEVAHFIRINGTIME!". The guys are fairly laid back, and I have to watch myself to make sure my laziness doesn't make me take too much advantage of that fact.

So I'm here, sipping on my Starbucks (my boss bought us Starbucks this morning, because he's just cool like that and he rescues me when I'm stranded after getting the keys to my car stolen), trying to figure out what I can do to ligthen up their load today, because I'm kind of just feeling like that today. I had a bad attack of real regret during the October Symposium, as I was playing camera man, to wanting to be on a movie set, even though most of the time you're out there you're doing NOTHING. So I tell myself to enjoy what I've got right now, tuck obscene amounts of cash away into savings, and try not to over think things too much.

Hollywood seems a lot further away, a lot more frightening though since Dad received his little notice last week, and that really shouldn't, because you know, it's not like I would be borrowing money or whatever from him and Mom anyway. (I live rent-free and almost have free meals, I'm definitely not complaining).

Anyhoo, looking forward to a weekend to myself, although I might call Jesse up at some point and see if he wants to do something (because you got to get back in the saddle at some point, even if it necessarily isn't the right horse, right?) There will be much alcohol consumed (although not nearly as much as last time, because yeah, that wasn't so much fun the next day), and if I'm lucky, I might finish one of these long languishing stories.

For now though, it's back to work.

*geekgasms*

Okay, I seriously need to update my icon collection. It's just sad, languishing, with nothing new in over a year.

I also realized it's been a while since I made an entry, so yay! Entry time!

So I'm having to install the latest version not the latest since they just came out with 8.0 wtf of Vegas on my work computer, so I have a little time to ramble. Job is... okay. It's not the dream job that makes you can't wait to go to sleep at night just so you can wake up and start your day, but I don't hate it, I don't even dislike it. I could even go as far to say I like it on most days, some days I even come close to loving it, so I think that's probably the most someone can ask for from the "first job" out of school that's remotely close to what they studied for. It pays the bills, and although I can't afford to live on my own yet, I'm getting there. One day at a time, right?

(And I seriously love Firefox, because the Vegas installation shut all of this down, and the "Restore Session" managed to even restore this post. Huzzah!)

Anyway, been doing an obscene amount of writing lately (and by obscene, I do mean it should be outlawed somewhere!) Started and finished a 110-page story in about a month's time (total WTF moment there, talk about possession), and did a nice two page update on another languishing story yesterday, then proceeded to write five pages on something else. I don't know what I did to attract the writing fairy, but how do I keep her?

I am quasi-considering going out and finding an 8 or 16 GB jump drive so I can start shuttling video projects back and forth so I can work on them during my lunch hour (because, you know, a jump drive is much lighter than the mini-monster).

Ah well, time to get back to working on that video intro, and trying to get everything to "sparkle" on cue. (Not that I'm complaining. Days where I get to open up Vegas and do some video editing/animating are very good days in my opinion.)

I am constantly amazed by my lack of grace, social or otherwise.

Right now I'm trying to puzzle how I managed to get pea soup on my ankle.

Oh yeah, Nutrisystem? You fail at life.

Oh god... I finally got into the bag of "Bertie Bott's Beans" last week at Target. Everything was going swimmingly until I ate the one that was labeled "pickle". Silly me, not believing them! What the hell is wrong with those people?

Ugh. I need to go scrape my tongue now.

(On the bright side, I've been very productive today! Eight pages on this story since this morning, which brings it up to almost thirty.)

Maybe I'll go gargle with some mouthwash too.

Okay, I'm in another office, several yards away, and I am still bothered by the boss's whistling. I know it seems stupid to not to want to confront him about it (my excuses range from "Oh, I was late for a while, so I shouldn't complain" or "I think I smell today, I better just hide in the Duplicator Room"), and you know, every article I can find on workplace conflicts NEVER gives you any tips on confronting your boss with a hellacious, ungodly habit. So I think I should resort to extreme measures... maybe I can desensitize myself to it? Like making a CD full of whistling tunes, and forcing myself to listen to it for hours on end? It builds character, right? I mean, it's just SAD that I can be in another room now, and I can STILL hear it with my iPod headphones on.

I've tried deep breathing each time I hear it, but you know, it just seems like the entire day is one deep breath after another.

Why doesn't it bother anyone else? Why? Why am I alone in not being able to ignore this?

What's sad?

I used to love this one song on my iPod, and now I can't listen to it because there's a part where someone is whistling. It makes me want to savagely toss it across the room. I have never been so irritated by something in my life. What I can't figure out is WHY it irritates me. If I could figure that out, perhaps I could confront it. "It annoys the ever living shit out of me" does not give me a peek at my inner person. It just shows that I can't put mind over matter (and I can't slip a large amount of lemon juice in all of his food/drink in order to prevent him from whistling), and there's some law against poisoning your otherwise very nice boss, who is such a jolly person it just escapes him in small breaths at a time. If the joy must escape, why can't it just explode. I would much prefer cleaning up bio-hazardous material than being the only person in the office who gets put into a murderous rage by a few innocent notes (ALL DAY LONG, AT RANDOM).

...okay, I should talk to him. But I would prefer to bring it up when no one else is around. I feel uncomfortable calling clients or vendors with someone else in the room, so obviously confronting a supervisor on an annoying habit of HIS is more than a little uncomfortable.

It shouldn't be a big deal, and I'm not sure why I'm noticing it suddenly (because the rate he's doing it, it has to be some subliminal habit, and it only started bothering me in the past few weeks). Mostly, I just wish I could overcome my personal annoyance, but hey, no one has any good advice other than "don't let it get to you". I would love a step-by-step how-to on tuning out things. I mean, other than by drowning them out via iPod. I need to be able to hear my phone or someone trying to talk to me. And there will be other whistlers.

So for the love of god, how the hell do you ignore it?

I'm a bad updater. Probably because I realized most of my posts are rants, and that makes me seem like such a negative person. Hrm, maybe I am. Ah well. And I'm such a journal-whore too, because I'm all "Have my friends updated?" and yet I have no regard for them wanting to know what's going on in my life. Perhaps subconsciously I do not want to share the details of my life, maybe I'm unhappy on some level and--nah, just kidding. I'm just a lazy bum. I'd apologize and promise to do better, but that's a dirty lie, and liars go to hell.

So will I update? The 8-ball says "maybe".

In other news, my evil evil sister-in-law has lured me into the world of MMO's (well, MMOs other than RO). I think it's safe to say that I will no longer function like anything remotely similar to a normal human being.

THIEVES SHOULD DIE A LONG AND PAINFUL DEATH.

If you assholes who stole everything somehow are laughing as you go through my laptop and other personal belongings, know that you are going to get caught, and spend a long, LONG time in a dark prison cell, where I hope you have a boyfriend named Bubba who gang bangs you every night. Because you fucking messed with me, and you're going DOWN.

Your fast running black feet won't keep you safe. You already messed up using my credit card. Someone is going to find you, or one day you'll rob the wrong person and get shot. Either way, it will make me do a little dance, because anyone who thinks they can get away with stealing, needs to experience spontaneous combustion.

Oh yes, and return the poor Mexican's bicycle! He obviously needs it more than YOUR speedy little asses.

Yay! Yay! Yay!

I am officially in the land of employed.

Oh hell, I have to work on Monday...

...but yay!

Huh. Guess you really don't know who your friends are. You know, maybe I'm just about done with a certain fandom now.

Hrm... I might have a date Friday. *gasp, shocker*

Okay, /girlyness

I have also successfully installed Windows Vista, so yay for being computer geeky! (And for guys who don't seem scared by that--er, I mean...) I still need to download MS Office 2007 so I can continue to update stories for certain oh-so-patient betas ;) I'm also finishing up my internship with Crush this Friday, and after that I will be focusing my energy almost exclusively on finding a job/working on projects for Dad's businesses.

A breakdown of that (for my benefit mostly):
- Logo for new "tutoring" business
- A long cut of a tutoring session
- Promo cut of same session
- Website intro
- another logo for said intro

All of my efforts will yield me some much needed $$$... speaking of... I think I need to call Eva, see if there's a long lost check with my name on it.

Okay, so I'm probably getting all excited over nothing... but I did get an e-mail from a certain mousey company in the LA area. Regarding an entry-level position in the internet gaming department. Working on what? One of the MMOs that I'm waiting for release. Oh man, I think I'm dreaming...

In the past two weeks, I have discovered something vunderful... it is called... Numb3rs. I understand that I am three years behind the times when it comes to this show (naughty, naughty Wuffie), but I have finally seen the light. Woe, woe is me, as I am on the last disc of the second season... meaning that I am almost caught up. Now... I know a few of you reading have also fallen under the spell of the cute yet adorably geeky mathmetician, so, I must beg forgiveness for my tardiness into this world, and also... any fic rec lists? Please? *eyelash flutter* (Afton, this means you).

Perhaps it's a bad thing when I found out crazy/kool-aid church-goin'/hypocritcal half-a-sister is getting married this Friday, purposefully an hour before my dad gets back into town. ( Totally unexpected rant, cut for everyone's safety ) As of this Friday, I won't have to deal with her crazy ass until maybe Christmas, and if not that, probably not for like two years (unless she's already pregnant, then oh lord)

Hooooooliiiiaaaaaaaaa... check your gmail! XD

I have been told by at least two people (*coughGAYLEcoughJULIAcough*) that I need to update my journal, so people don't think I'm still writhing in pain. So, here I am, updating my journal ;) Actually, I'm hoping to find a way to plug my WordPress journal so I can update it and my GJ at the same time. After blogging on that journal for August, I found I kinda liked it (although I miss the "music" and "mood" options), and of course the uber cool friend features of GJ/LJ.

Still at my internship, working my little butt off in the hopes I can somehow at the very least get a good reference/lead on another firm.

Ooh, the lightning keeps knocking the power on and off (and the chihuahua has tried to come and cuddle with me XP Dang dog)

Um... not sure what else to update as of now, but yay, alive, and not in pain!

Strangely, and missing school.