This happened a few months ago, and, at the time, I was afraid to cope with it. Every now and then I remember that it happened. Not what happened, but that something important happened that night.
I had a break down tonight. I'm not sure what caused it. It was when Cody and I got back to his place from seeing Inception. He said he should go, and I said I didn't want to leave and started crying. I didn't know why at first, and I got angry. I cursed myself and my emotions, but I had sensed this coming and had tried to push it back. He asked what was wrong, and I said I don't know! The tears came, my lips quivered, but no real crying. I got mad, then confused, then mad again, then I laughed. It didn't make sense, I said. He asked again, what was wrong. I told him it was my mother, her genetics in me. It hit me right then, all this negative energy I was getting from him was actually projected off of me. Like my mother, I felt like nothing I said was right. That it all angered him, and that everything turned to bickering, even though I was just trying to have civil conversation. I told him this, that I felt like everything I said was making him annoyed with me, just like how my mother feels about us. He laughed. I did too. The tears were still coming. I grabbed my head in frustration. I had taken off my glasses, and everything was blurry. He put his arm across me from the passenger seat. I dug my face into his hair. The tears kept coming, but there was no more sadness, just frustration, at myself, at my genetics, at the unpredictable nature of these break downs. I felt like any second I would wake up, and that most likely he would have to remind tomorrow that this actually happened, and that I hadn't just dreamed it. I felt sorry. Guilty that he puts up with this. I apologized and said at least I can recognize that this is irrational. He said that if I couldn't, he probably would not be with me. I already knew that.
He understands, when no one else does, and he lets me rant and vent and cry without crying. He holds me and doesn't say a word. he waits. Waits for the tide to end, the storm to subside. He will act like this never happened. Whether it bothers him or not, I'll probably never know. We don't speak of these things unless they are happening. I go about life like normal until the next wave hits, and he waits. I don't miss this feeling. The desire to stop the hurt, the anger, the confusion. I don't miss it at all. It drives the most creative parts of me, but makes me want to destroy. Destroy feelings, destroy consciousness, destroy reason. But this feeling is what made me know that I was meant to do something. Those who do, who create, the drive comes from somewhere, somewhere dark. It comes from a need to destroy that which put you there in the first place, and the only way is to create. Create to destroy, destroy to create. It's a cycle. The destruction of parts of me has led to creating a part of me that I hold closest. I keep it locked away now, because I hate these feelings. The thoughts lead to pure exhaustion, even without the tears and anger. I ignore them, push them away, try to escape to happier places of sleep, TV, friends, anything. I can understand people whose situations I have never been in, because I know that tearing feeling inside, and the desire to push it away or destroy it. Tonight, I chose to destroy it. I put my pain on paper, into words. Tomorrow I will read this and feel relief, but not after reliving these feelings, if only on the smallest scale. My heart will never be able to push them away. Maybe I was meant for greater things, to harness this and ride the waves into some sort of glory. Instead, I choose to try to follow my dream, even if it doesn't lead to great and noble causes. I want a life without these feelings, where I can rest in peace, knowing my thoughts aren't misleading me. Where nothing is tearing me inside out. Someday, i hope for that peace, and hopefully he will wait for it too.
Rereading this now, I realize I decided to post this for the same reasons I wrote it in the first place. When that feeling comes, I have to do something to make it pass. This time, I didn't create, but I shared. Not just with you, but with myself. Reminding myself of the beauty in my life, and it helps.
Tonight is just one night, and tomorrow will be another, and I am learning to cherish them all because of what they teach me.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
It's Not My Place to Say
I'm running from my words
Because they will only hurt me
I loved you once
And there is no hate in my heart for you
Ahead of me are two roads
Both are of destruction
Where I will be torn down
These words are here
Whether they will be voiced or silenced
Whether you take them or leave them
I feel like a protector
But it's not my place
To say what everyone knows
But is too afraid to face
Like a moth to the flame
You are drawn to her
The colors, the lights
The tastes and senses
They will all lead to pain
But it's not my place
To save you
I wrote this poem for my ex, who I know is headed into something terrible. Someone terrible. But there is nothing I can do to prevent it without hurting myself in the process. I feel selfish to say nothing, but this is all I can do.
Because they will only hurt me
I loved you once
And there is no hate in my heart for you
Ahead of me are two roads
Both are of destruction
Where I will be torn down
These words are here
Whether they will be voiced or silenced
Whether you take them or leave them
I feel like a protector
But it's not my place
To say what everyone knows
But is too afraid to face
Like a moth to the flame
You are drawn to her
The colors, the lights
The tastes and senses
They will all lead to pain
But it's not my place
To save you
I wrote this poem for my ex, who I know is headed into something terrible. Someone terrible. But there is nothing I can do to prevent it without hurting myself in the process. I feel selfish to say nothing, but this is all I can do.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Don't be my Juggernaut
I feel this anguish. This growing pain, like a black hole slowing sucking part of me away, the part of me I want to keep most. You have made your way into a place in me that no one should ever occupy. You have no right for what you have done. Every part of my being wants to hurt you even an inch of what you have hurt me, but nothing I do will allow that to happen. I think I'm giving up. I will never be able to tell you how I feel, because you are as thick as granite. Maybe all I can do is move on. Maybe this will never change. Maybe you will always be there, and if I want my life the way it is, maybe all I can do is forget. Forget what you've done, and move on, no matter how hard it is, and how I can never make you leave my mind. I want to be happy for what life I have left, and I don't want you to prevent that. I'll probably never be able to tell you this or tell you what I really feel about you, but that's probably for the best. Your life is shitty enough, you don't need me to remind you. But I have to thank you for one thing. Every time I think of you, I realize how good I have it and what a good person I am. You make me appreciate that I got the better end. I think that's why you won't ever leave me be. I took what you thought could make your life work. No, I never took it. You gave it up. I saw the beauty in what you threw away, and my life has never been better, despite your attempts to destroy that. And now I'm crying tears of happiness instead of hatred, because I know that in the end, I win this stupid game. You will be miserable for what you have done to everyone around you, and knowing that can help me move on.
Monday, May 24, 2010
The Times Are A'Changing
It's official. For the first time in three years, I am no longer a Goodwill Girl. I quit Goodwill recently because of being mistreated by upper-management and many other reasons. Here is a short list of Reason I Left Goodwill:
1. Changes were made in the store without consulting employees, which lead to the need to schedule all employees to work three weekends in a row consistently. My family and boyfriend live two hours away. I can't deal with that.
2. The same changes made working hell. All of the work that used to be accomplished in a full day now has to be done by 5 pm, 4 hours before the store closes. We also now have to put out merchandise on weekends, which we never had to do before.
3. Due to these changes, they hired new people to price what is put out, but not hire new people to actually put it out. This left the in-store employees doing more work, and the new hires do a terrible job, which we have to make up for.
4. More rediculous changes were being made at a moments notice which were not thought through and made the job WAY harder than necessary.
5. I am sick of being disrespected and treated like I don't matter. By customers, bosses, other employees, and corporate management. I have been working in thrift retail for three years, doing the same jobs I do here to higher standards and being told I was amazing at what I did until I came here. I am treated like a peon in a dictatorship where I have no say.
I have to put up with things normal retail employees would never have to, like people changing price tags, expecting me, a 130 lb girl, to load a couch into their car on my own, and treating me like I'm worth less than them because I work at a second-hand store. I deal with things they probably do have to deal with, like employees standing around, doing nothing, while I am left to do the work, bosses yelling at me for doing the same things they do, and being told that I work on the "easy" shift, even though I work all different kinds of shifts. The difference is, I have no way to change those things because no one cares about the employees, only about making money. Goodwill is supposed to be about helping people and the community and keeping the earth clean from unnecessary waste. Instead, they focus on making money for the bosses and cutting corners wherever they can. One example of a small thing that I will never understand is that in the break room, there were 4 different trash cans for sorting trash from recyclable glass, plastic, and aluminum, but at the end of every night, everything went into the compactor. I asked about this, and there excuse was that the city of Madison wouldn't let them recycle it. So if we can't even recycle like a normal household, what happens to all of the things that are donated but are unsellable? Do those go straight into the compactor? Yep, pretty much. I find this so wrong and hypocritical.
I chose to leave this for a lower paying job after a lot of thought. I was sick of being treated badly with no say in my workplace. It was worth losing all of the stress and the extra money to go to a place where I am appreciated and helping the employees and the community is more of a focus than making money. Savers is a for-profit thrift-retail store, by definition, but they give a lot to not-for-profit organizations. The Savers I am now working at gives 10% of its profits to Easter Seals, an organization that helps the community and handicapped people. I don't know much about them yet, but I am proud of how much the store's giving is emphasized all over the store. Everyone time you call the store, the employee that answers the phone reminds you of the store's contributions. Not only do they do that, but there are photos posted all over the office showing where the clothing and goods that do not sell are sold to other countries to benefit less fortunate people. In my interview, I knew already that this environment would make me much happier. My store manager used to work for Goodwill, and she told me she used to be so incredibly stressed working there and that she knew what I was feeling, and when she started working for Savers, she gained probably 40 lbs back, and she still weighs less than I do.
I love Goodwill and always will. They are my roots and my family and a great organization, but I needed a change, for my own well being. I will miss all of the people I worked with, except a few. I hope that those of them who feel the same why about the company that I do will find a better place to fit their lives. I will never forget working there, and they will never know how hard it was for me to leave. I'm sad writing this now. Goodwill is my family, and like every family, I will always love them, but I can't be with them every day anymore. I am growing up and moving on.
The final thing about this is that this will no longer be the Goodwill Diaries, but in exchange, the Savers Journal. I'm sure I will hear plenty of good Goodwill stories to share for the rest of my life, but they won't come from me anymore.
To start it out, I had my first day at Savers today, and in the training videos, they re-wrote the song Be Our Guest from Beauty and the Beast to fit Savers. I sat there and laughed through the whole thing. The also used Simon and Garfunkel's Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes in another video, which also made me laugh. While I was in the office, an employee walked past singing with her ghetto accent and I loved it. I know I will enjoy this job.
1. Changes were made in the store without consulting employees, which lead to the need to schedule all employees to work three weekends in a row consistently. My family and boyfriend live two hours away. I can't deal with that.
2. The same changes made working hell. All of the work that used to be accomplished in a full day now has to be done by 5 pm, 4 hours before the store closes. We also now have to put out merchandise on weekends, which we never had to do before.
3. Due to these changes, they hired new people to price what is put out, but not hire new people to actually put it out. This left the in-store employees doing more work, and the new hires do a terrible job, which we have to make up for.
4. More rediculous changes were being made at a moments notice which were not thought through and made the job WAY harder than necessary.
5. I am sick of being disrespected and treated like I don't matter. By customers, bosses, other employees, and corporate management. I have been working in thrift retail for three years, doing the same jobs I do here to higher standards and being told I was amazing at what I did until I came here. I am treated like a peon in a dictatorship where I have no say.
I have to put up with things normal retail employees would never have to, like people changing price tags, expecting me, a 130 lb girl, to load a couch into their car on my own, and treating me like I'm worth less than them because I work at a second-hand store. I deal with things they probably do have to deal with, like employees standing around, doing nothing, while I am left to do the work, bosses yelling at me for doing the same things they do, and being told that I work on the "easy" shift, even though I work all different kinds of shifts. The difference is, I have no way to change those things because no one cares about the employees, only about making money. Goodwill is supposed to be about helping people and the community and keeping the earth clean from unnecessary waste. Instead, they focus on making money for the bosses and cutting corners wherever they can. One example of a small thing that I will never understand is that in the break room, there were 4 different trash cans for sorting trash from recyclable glass, plastic, and aluminum, but at the end of every night, everything went into the compactor. I asked about this, and there excuse was that the city of Madison wouldn't let them recycle it. So if we can't even recycle like a normal household, what happens to all of the things that are donated but are unsellable? Do those go straight into the compactor? Yep, pretty much. I find this so wrong and hypocritical.
I chose to leave this for a lower paying job after a lot of thought. I was sick of being treated badly with no say in my workplace. It was worth losing all of the stress and the extra money to go to a place where I am appreciated and helping the employees and the community is more of a focus than making money. Savers is a for-profit thrift-retail store, by definition, but they give a lot to not-for-profit organizations. The Savers I am now working at gives 10% of its profits to Easter Seals, an organization that helps the community and handicapped people. I don't know much about them yet, but I am proud of how much the store's giving is emphasized all over the store. Everyone time you call the store, the employee that answers the phone reminds you of the store's contributions. Not only do they do that, but there are photos posted all over the office showing where the clothing and goods that do not sell are sold to other countries to benefit less fortunate people. In my interview, I knew already that this environment would make me much happier. My store manager used to work for Goodwill, and she told me she used to be so incredibly stressed working there and that she knew what I was feeling, and when she started working for Savers, she gained probably 40 lbs back, and she still weighs less than I do.
I love Goodwill and always will. They are my roots and my family and a great organization, but I needed a change, for my own well being. I will miss all of the people I worked with, except a few. I hope that those of them who feel the same why about the company that I do will find a better place to fit their lives. I will never forget working there, and they will never know how hard it was for me to leave. I'm sad writing this now. Goodwill is my family, and like every family, I will always love them, but I can't be with them every day anymore. I am growing up and moving on.
The final thing about this is that this will no longer be the Goodwill Diaries, but in exchange, the Savers Journal. I'm sure I will hear plenty of good Goodwill stories to share for the rest of my life, but they won't come from me anymore.
To start it out, I had my first day at Savers today, and in the training videos, they re-wrote the song Be Our Guest from Beauty and the Beast to fit Savers. I sat there and laughed through the whole thing. The also used Simon and Garfunkel's Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes in another video, which also made me laugh. While I was in the office, an employee walked past singing with her ghetto accent and I loved it. I know I will enjoy this job.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Tendencies
I have a tendency to piss people off over stupid things. Usually people who don't really know me. Today, for example, I pissed off every **W2 worker at Goodwill. "How does one do this?" you may ask. Well, I was merely expressing my anger to my boss at how I hate, absolutely hate, when people stand around and talk instead of doing work that needs to be done. It is incredibly hard for me not snap at them. I've had to be moved to a different area of the store so I could ignore them and not blow up and possibly get myself fired. So, I said this to my main manager in the office, and one of the W2s happened to be in there at the time. She proceeded to tell the other girls, about ten feet away from where I was working (and she was not, of course) that I had said I hated them because I do more work than they do and that I was going to yell at them for it. She also continued to complain saying that if I hated my job so much, why didn't I get one I liked. As usual, it was hard for me not to freak out, and I spent about an hour walking around imagining what I would say if I had to opportunity to tell her exactly how I felt. "Trust me, I don't hate my job. I actually like it most of the time. Except for the days when I come in and work my ass off and people just stand around bitching for an hour about their boyfriends stealing $5 from them or whatever stupid, little thing is making them so bitchy that day. Or how about when people take three pieces of clothes to put away and it takes them 15 minutes? Yeah, that's what pisses me off and makes me not want to be here. And maybe if you hated being here so much, you shouldn't have done whatever you did to be serving community service at freaking Goodwill! I choose to be here to pay to go to college. What about you? Why aren't you doing anything better with your life?"
After I calmed down enough, I told the two W2s that are actually pleasant to me that I had not said that I hated them, just that I hate it when people stand around and don't do work, including my coworkers and bosses. I just can't go into the office and say, "Hey, get off your ass and help!" I'd probably get fired. I also told them I was not going to yell at anyone, in fact, I said I don't want to yell at anyone, it's just hard not to when I get so angry at them.
To me, this is the best part. I told a coworker about what happened, and she said "So? Let 'em hate you." I totally agree. Honestly, why did they assume I was talking about them unless they know that they stand around and do nothing? I never said "I hate W2s" or anything of the sort. Just proves my point in a way.
I think the word got around because they were nicer to me for the rest of the day. I hope they know I just won't put up with any of that crap.
**A little info on W2s: W2s are people, mostly girls, usually of ethnic minorities and with children in the case of East Springs Goodwill, who are serving community service because of something or other. (I don't mean to sound racist be saying that, it's just a fact. Only about 10% of them are white. The rest are other races, considered minorities in the USA. Just to clear that up.) They come in and try to do what we do, what I like to call "kicking Goodwill's ass daily." They do a very poor job most of the time, although there are a few shining stars out there they work harder than we even do.
After I calmed down enough, I told the two W2s that are actually pleasant to me that I had not said that I hated them, just that I hate it when people stand around and don't do work, including my coworkers and bosses. I just can't go into the office and say, "Hey, get off your ass and help!" I'd probably get fired. I also told them I was not going to yell at anyone, in fact, I said I don't want to yell at anyone, it's just hard not to when I get so angry at them.
To me, this is the best part. I told a coworker about what happened, and she said "So? Let 'em hate you." I totally agree. Honestly, why did they assume I was talking about them unless they know that they stand around and do nothing? I never said "I hate W2s" or anything of the sort. Just proves my point in a way.
I think the word got around because they were nicer to me for the rest of the day. I hope they know I just won't put up with any of that crap.
**A little info on W2s: W2s are people, mostly girls, usually of ethnic minorities and with children in the case of East Springs Goodwill, who are serving community service because of something or other. (I don't mean to sound racist be saying that, it's just a fact. Only about 10% of them are white. The rest are other races, considered minorities in the USA. Just to clear that up.) They come in and try to do what we do, what I like to call "kicking Goodwill's ass daily." They do a very poor job most of the time, although there are a few shining stars out there they work harder than we even do.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Oh Adam
Commenting on a friend's Facebook status that read "Amy thinks some people whine a lot when they should really be happy for what they have. Quit being a whiny bitch and grow up." I agreed, and somehow, this status chain became focused the new health-care reform? Not quite sure what people's trains-of-thought were on this, but it all resulted in me making about two statements that proved this fellow, Adam, is, frankly, an ass. I don't like to swear on here, but that seems like the best word. What I said was "I just don't like people. Period." Amy replied, "Kim actually eats people." I took it one step further and said "I eats them while they're still fetuses, not even real people." Now honestly, if you saw a girl post that on a status after her friend said she ate people, would you not realize she was joking? Make I just have a screwed up sense of humor sometimes. This Adam fellow proceeded to tell me A: Well, Kim sounds like a dumbass...hope you need healthcare someday and can't get it, and B: Maybe you'll get cancer that will be awesome!!!! NO KEMO FOR U!!!! lol but really. Yeah....
This has proved to me that two sentences alone can change people's opinions of you to be completely opposite of everything you stand for. I think this is hilarious. It tempts me to do this more often, just to see how many people who say they know really know how I act and how many people are fast to judge and hate based off of what they read on Facebook. So far, the mental tally is piling up.
This has proved to me that two sentences alone can change people's opinions of you to be completely opposite of everything you stand for. I think this is hilarious. It tempts me to do this more often, just to see how many people who say they know really know how I act and how many people are fast to judge and hate based off of what they read on Facebook. So far, the mental tally is piling up.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Today's Top Three
Number One: children screaming incessantly, causing my hatred of them to increase. An older black woman comes through my line and gives the "How do you handle this?" face. I say, "I know, this just makes want my own kids even less." "Oh, you're young. You'll have a bunch." "Haha, no thanks." "Well, don't go about it backwards, having the kids first and the man second. All the fun's taken out of it that way." Thank you, old black lady.
Number two: Karla did her second no-call no-show. My boss was telling me that no one will be pleased with her, even if she does show. I said, "Well, none of us are too fond of her anyway. She's...well...let's just say, she's not the best employee, for lack of better words." The customer in my line said, "Oh, we getcha. I won't tell her." Thank you, nice lady. I wouldn't care if you did tell her.
Number three: Emily came to my register to take a pencil because "Someone wrote 'i hate you poophead' on the dressing room wall." Too late, I thought to say "don't you hate it when people write all over things that don't belong to them?" Emily has a tendency to draw all over anything she can find, from locker name labels to the Metro Transit book to magazines to the top of the Morton's Salt container. I asked her later what was written on the dressing room wall. After she told me, I gave her my line, and she said "Oh, you're referring to me, aren't you?" I nodded my head and smirked. Thank you, Sarcasm.
Number two: Karla did her second no-call no-show. My boss was telling me that no one will be pleased with her, even if she does show. I said, "Well, none of us are too fond of her anyway. She's...well...let's just say, she's not the best employee, for lack of better words." The customer in my line said, "Oh, we getcha. I won't tell her." Thank you, nice lady. I wouldn't care if you did tell her.
Number three: Emily came to my register to take a pencil because "Someone wrote 'i hate you poophead' on the dressing room wall." Too late, I thought to say "don't you hate it when people write all over things that don't belong to them?" Emily has a tendency to draw all over anything she can find, from locker name labels to the Metro Transit book to magazines to the top of the Morton's Salt container. I asked her later what was written on the dressing room wall. After she told me, I gave her my line, and she said "Oh, you're referring to me, aren't you?" I nodded my head and smirked. Thank you, Sarcasm.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Cooties pt 2
Cootie Man's name is Bruce, and it turns out the woman with him is named Arlen. She is married, but apparently those two are "together". I also forgot to tell you about how he walked away from the register, down the aisle, and directly into another shopper's cart and began to complain about how he was hurt and wouldn't be able to work. Oh, and they were both drunk. Today, Brucey came back into GW, and my boss, not the one who was there yesterday, confronted him. He claimed he wasn't drunk, even though he still reeked of booze today, and that he ran into that man's cart as a joke. She told him it wasn't funny and he had to knock it off, but she really wanted to tell him to just get the hell out of there and not come back.
Oh, Brucey, you are amusing, but please, don't come back to GW drunk again. Or ever, for that matter.
Oh, Brucey, you are amusing, but please, don't come back to GW drunk again. Or ever, for that matter.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Cooties
So tonight, at Goodwill, a man came walking in while I was on the register. He looked kind of confused, and was carrying two suit-coats without a bag. He started to did through the pockets of the coats like he was looking for something. My boss asked, "Can I help you with anything?" "Yes," he responded,"I bought these coats here, and when I got them home, the pockets were full of cooties! Cooties, just crawling all over them." This caught my attention. My boss pointed out that he had already ripped the tag off, so, unfortunately, she couldn't give him any store credit for them. "Well they were just covered in cooties. What, do you guys get this stuff from China?" he said. Then, a woman, who I think was his wife walked in. I believe she had Parkinson's Disease, which my uncle has, because her mouth was half open with her tongue shaking inside of it, and her head was shaking just as much as her tongue. My boss told the man she could give him the district manager's number if he would like. He said, "I'll just get some new coats." "You will have to pay for them," my boss replied. "Well, if they have cooties, I don't want 'em!" Him and his wife walked away, and my boss looked at me in disbelief. I was trying so hard not to laugh at this gray-haired man and his "cooties." My boss took the coats away, and the man came back shortly after looking for his coats, saying he could give them to a friend who could use them. I called my boss out and she brought them back to him. He then took the coats over by the rest of them, within my view from the cash registers. I then watched at he tried on several of them, and I said to my boss, "You know what he's gonna do, right?" "Yep, he's gonna leave the other coats here and rip the tags off of two other ones and take those." Well, I had to go on my break, and missed this man's departure, but I was told that when he came up to check out, my boss asked to see the bag again, he refused, and when they told him he had to pay for the other one he had put on, he threw it at them and said, "Well, I don't want it then." Also, he continued to complain while waiting in line, and the man in front of him said, "Well, did they charge you for them?" "Um, no." "Well, don't complain, you got those cooties for free! I'd be complaining if they charged ya for them!"
I think we were all amazed by this event. My only response was to say, I think this man could potentially be Craig's best buddy. They'd get along swimmingly.
I think we were all amazed by this event. My only response was to say, I think this man could potentially be Craig's best buddy. They'd get along swimmingly.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
The Vampire Diaries
I'm tired, and can't sleep, so I'm watching The Vampire Diaries. It's so lame, I actually said "OMG" out loud. NOW they are playing Katy Perry's "Thinking of You" which I solely associate with Twilight (see the Hillywood Group's Twilight mock videos). YES! Now they're playing MGMT! This show is totally redeeming itself without me even following the script right now. Anyway, the part that made me say "OMG" out loud was when the vampire returned the main character's journal and said he hadn't read it because he wouldn't want anyone to read his, and the girl responds "You keep a journal too?" So shocking, people write down their thoughts, so do vampires! After all, they were people once. Wow, this show at least has good music. I don't know this song, but I like it.
What? The vampire's name is Stephan Salvator. Sounds like my relatives.
I love in shows and movies when teenagers party in the woods with beers around bonfires, laughing candidly. And ah, subplots of drug-dealing brothers who want to hook up with super hot chicks.
Same leafy, mossy, broken-tree-ridden landscape as Twilight. This is beyond a rip-off, and a bad one at that.There's event the ditsy friend who's head over heels for the vampire but has absolutely no chance. He even says "You and me, it's never gonna happen"
YES! And now time for the pretty vampire. Damon. Other vampire's brother. Honestly, who named these characters? Stephan, Damon, Elana. Oh, and Matt and Bonnie.
"It's all fun and games, but wherever you go, people die."
"I promised you an eternity of misery. I'm just keeping my word."
Oh, they have rings that let them be out in daylight! That's actually kind of creative.
So now the cops are at the teeny party to pick up the bitten girl and the younger bro is still drinking beer. WHAT?!
Carol Ann! There's a Carol Ann! "Don't go towards the light Carol Ann!"
So now we're moving on to the second episode.
"Completely and undeniably" Sound familiar? Wow, like the put the Twilight story in a mixer and threw it back together.
Well that's my summary for now. Sleep meds are finally kicking in.
Nighty Night World
What? The vampire's name is Stephan Salvator. Sounds like my relatives.
I love in shows and movies when teenagers party in the woods with beers around bonfires, laughing candidly. And ah, subplots of drug-dealing brothers who want to hook up with super hot chicks.
Same leafy, mossy, broken-tree-ridden landscape as Twilight. This is beyond a rip-off, and a bad one at that.There's event the ditsy friend who's head over heels for the vampire but has absolutely no chance. He even says "You and me, it's never gonna happen"
YES! And now time for the pretty vampire. Damon. Other vampire's brother. Honestly, who named these characters? Stephan, Damon, Elana. Oh, and Matt and Bonnie.
"It's all fun and games, but wherever you go, people die."
"I promised you an eternity of misery. I'm just keeping my word."
Oh, they have rings that let them be out in daylight! That's actually kind of creative.
So now the cops are at the teeny party to pick up the bitten girl and the younger bro is still drinking beer. WHAT?!
Carol Ann! There's a Carol Ann! "Don't go towards the light Carol Ann!"
So now we're moving on to the second episode.
"Completely and undeniably" Sound familiar? Wow, like the put the Twilight story in a mixer and threw it back together.
Well that's my summary for now. Sleep meds are finally kicking in.
Nighty Night World
The Bad Craig
Another coworker of mine is Craig, an old man who bikes everywhere and smells like BO and your grandpa's closet. He smells so bad (how bad does he smell?) that people have complained to our boss, and in response, he says, "Customers smell bad and we can't make them do anything about it." Yeah, he does not care. He also never cashiers because he is slow at it, too slow for our store. Craig usually works in the back half of the store in wares, furniture, domestics, and electronics. At night, we're given a section of the store to clean up, and Craig never finishes his. He starts to clean before we are supposed to, while people are still shopping feverishly, and he doesn't go back to check it over again. Recently, this has been irking me to no end. One night, we were probably 40 minutes late getting out because Craig didn't clean his section. When we yelled for everyone to get to the back to finish cleaning it, Craig didn't come, he just kept walking around finishing up MY section! Then, Emily Strange came up and asked why this section wasn't done, I yelled, "Cuz Craig doesn't do his @#$*ing job!" I hope he heard.....
This story was not that exciting, but it's all I've got right now.
Peace Out!
This story was not that exciting, but it's all I've got right now.
Peace Out!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Emily Strange
I work with a girl named Emily. She is 17 I believe, and probably the most sheltered person I have ever met. She says "In the name of gosh" and says "poop" instead of shit or crap. She refuses to swear, and the one time she accidentally called someone "gay" she ran away giggling and apologized profusely. The strangest things about this girl by far are A: she cannot count change right to save her life, B: she claims to be allergic to carbon, and C: she has a metal plate in her head and doesn't know why. She told a coworker this one day, and we joked that we should stick magnets to her head to see if it's true. Well, we did. I overheard them talking about it and ran over to see her stick a refrigerator magnet to her forehead. I was shocked. It was true; the magnet stuck. We started asking her about how it happened, and she said she never knew about it until one day when she was a kid, she was running magnets across her head and she felt the magnetic pull. She has no idea what is in her head because her parents never told her! What kind of parent doesn't tell their 17 year old child, at some point, that they have metal in their head!? She tells me then that it happened when she was five and she and her brother were being babysat by some preteens who decided they wanted to go see their "boyfriends". These girls strapped her baby brother to a changing table in the dark and tried to chase her into the room with him. She thought it was a game, ran away, and eventually straight into the corner of a wall. This split her head open. She also told me when she was little she bit through her lip and her parents waited an HOUR AND A HALF to take her to the hospital. You can see that there is something wrong with her lip still. What is wrong with this family? To me, letting this child out into the world with no preparation after a life like that is near the level of the family that chained their daughter to a toilet and never even taught her to speak.
Well, off to work now. Can't wait to see what happened tonight...
Well, off to work now. Can't wait to see what happened tonight...
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
This is a girl that comes into GW from time to time. I like to refer to her as "crazy anime girl" because she buys mass amounts of children's anime books. She is just one example of the crazy folks I see on a daily basis. I got this photo because I was following the girl around the store for a while, waiting for an opportunity, and one of my coworkers just took my camera, went up to her, and said "Oh! You are so pretty! Can I get your picture?" Hence, the cheesy pose, which I feel would be found all over her Myspace page, because I assume she still uses Myspace.
I take no credit for this photo. Some other genius created it before I had the chance, but this is Edward, also known as Rob, Wardo, or Rpatz. He lives in our hall closet, which is not actually in a hall, but in our dining room. This all began with a wonder called Growing Up Cullen (http://craftastrophe.net/2009/03/growing-cullen-twilights-edward-cullen-40-year-miserable-housewife/). This has spawned many Twilight related conversations and fan fic writings in our home, the best of which is the story of why Rob lives in the closet: he is hiding from his fans, and has somehow found three women who do not care that he is famous and will allow him to secretly live in their closet as long as he keeps the apartment clean. Oh, and did I mention he has an imaginary friend that is a tarsier named Faruk?
Oh yes, Faruk....
Other than this, hair is purpler now, crazy pregnant black ladies eat chalk on True Life, and Polyvore is very helpful for Fashion Marketing projects.
The End....
For now
Monday, March 1, 2010
Day One
A little bit about me, as of today:
I go to tech school in Radtown
I'm 20-ish
I own over 100 owls in some form or another
I have undiagnosed insomnia
I live with my best friend and an complete stranger who is quickly joining our world
Robert Pattinson lives in our hall closet with a tarsier named Faruk, hiding from his fans, because we really don't care
I work for Goodwill, which is possibly the strangest place in the world
My favorite color is green
I should've lived in the 1960's
I'm starting this for two main reasons:
Insomnia makes me want to write, and I've been told I'm perty dang funny, and
I've always wanted to make the Goodwill Diaries
Peace and Love
I go to tech school in Radtown
I'm 20-ish
I own over 100 owls in some form or another
I have undiagnosed insomnia
I live with my best friend and an complete stranger who is quickly joining our world
Robert Pattinson lives in our hall closet with a tarsier named Faruk, hiding from his fans, because we really don't care
I work for Goodwill, which is possibly the strangest place in the world
My favorite color is green
I should've lived in the 1960's
I'm starting this for two main reasons:
Insomnia makes me want to write, and I've been told I'm perty dang funny, and
I've always wanted to make the Goodwill Diaries
Peace and Love
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