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Sunday, October 25th, 2009
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9:19 pm - Fear the retail Mory!
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I need a new job.
My hours are getting cut at work pretty hardcore. I can't be too put out about it, considering -everyone's- hours are getting cut, but when I only have ten hours this week, it's hard not to be a wee bit irritated. AND because of my hours being slashed, I pretty much have no chance of making the 1000 hours mark to qualify for yearly bonuses. That's several hundred dollars that the economy is going to screw me out of, and that could have paid for next semester's school fees.
So yeah, "NOW HIRING" signs are really starting to catch my eye. The most practical thing to do would be just to transfer up to the closer location of my current job, but other than the fact that they're paying me money, the store just isn't really that interesting to me. If I'm going to be working retail, it might be nice to sell something I'm a bit more enthusiastic about, or at least work somewhere I would be able to answer questions about the products without having to flag someone down every time.
I was dinking around Whole Foods' website today 'cause someone on the internet said they had venison in their frozen meats case (what can I say, it's late October, got deer on the brain) and on a whim I checked if our location was hiring. Turns out they are, for a sales floor position, and for a job in the prepared foods area. I'm not sure what the pay or the hours are like, but I think it might be worth going into the store itself and asking about it. The benefits, from what I gather (not knowing much about that sort of thing since up until this point I haven't had to), are pretty excellent. Employees get a 20% discount (which, this being an organic grocery, might just serve to make things a -reasonable- price...but 20% is still quite nice). Also, part-timers actually get PTO! Is that normal? Lots less of it, of course, but at the very least I think that implies policy will be less insane about sick days. My current job requires a doctor's note or it's unexcused, period. But, when I'm only working part time I don't want to go in and pay a doctor to tell me what I already know: "it's a cold/you ate some bad Chinese/you got a virus, go rest".
Long story short (is that real life speak for TL;DR?) a change would be nice, and at the very least I'm going to go in and ask what the hours are like on that part time grocery job. :D
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| Saturday, October 24th, 2009
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3:03 am
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So tonight was pretty awesome and hilarious. I had a choir concert, which like most of my choir concerts, was really fun but also kind of dull when my part was over and I had to go out and sit in the audience and try to pay attention to the other groups. Me and my fiancé, we have the same problem: we're both usually pretty low on sleep, so whenever we go to one of my choral performances, even if we're trying real hard to pay attention we still end up kind of sleepy from all the pretty singing. But in any case, since it was on a Friday he got to come hear me sing for once, which was pretty nice. And later tonight he even said he was looking forward to hearing me sing with the Omaha Symphony tomorrow month *_* Yaaaay. He might be out of town then though.
( Wait, I was talking about tonight. Right. )
So there was my eventful evening. Sorry if I'm rambling in places, but as you may have gathered from the late hour and the many and varied drinking establishments described in the post (even if we spent all of twenty seconds in two of them) I am a wee bit talky right now. But yes. It was too wacky tonight and nobody is on and I had to post. So here is a post.
...damnit, my "concise conclusion" centers must be all drunkified. ...YES. POST DONE NOW.
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| Monday, September 21st, 2009
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11:01 am - Oh yes, they call her the Streak!
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This is gonna be short, since I'm posting while running: apparently campus security doesn't take the same enlightened view of No Pants Monday as the rest of us.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUE~
now where'd I leave my pants
current mood:  not actually pantsless, sadly
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| Tuesday, September 15th, 2009
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11:17 pm - Mory's day at work: Now with 400% more sexual harassment!
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Okay, I get it. I am 20-something, at least moderately attractive, and I've taken to wearing makeup to work. I've mostly gotten used to some things, like I don't really mind people commenting about my hair anymore because it is unusually long and a particularly nice color. (Wow, I sound pretty full of myself today, LOL.) But for fuck's sake, it's manageable when it's just one or two guys a night trying to flirt with me. When it's -four- skeezy-ass old men, all in one half-length shift? Makes me want to clip my name badge to a burqa.
1) Completely out of the blue, a man I was ringing up asked me if I was married. Why does a man old enough to be my father (40, 50-something) want to know if I'm married or not? I told him "soon to be", like the big diamond on my left hand wasn't a big indicator of that or anything, and he gave the usual congrats, left my line...and then went to go talk to my head cashier, who is either my age or younger. Bzuh?
2) A guy came through my line and when I asked him how he was, he said he had a headache. I finish ringing him through, tell him to have a good night, and he comments about how his headache is much better since he had such a beautiful cashier. I mean, small potatoes compared to the other guys today, I was mostly just amused, but it's kind of a puzzling compliment...
3) I was trying to find my pen so a guy could write a check. I instinctively try to grab it out of my shirt pocket, since if I was wearing my vest instead of my polo shirt, that's where my pen would be. Since I wasn't, my pen was in the back pocket of my jeans. I'm mumbling to myself about where'd I leave my darn pen, and the guy is like "Yeah, you frisk yourself for it, you probably don't want me to do it." *facepalm* And I might be imagining things, but as I was walking off after telling him to have a good night, he called after me "was that an offer?"
4) Okay, this might be the only guy who actually creeped me out instead of just being annoying as hell. A man comes through my line and tells me what nice, long auburn hair I have. Like I said earlier, I'm getting used to it and was completely ready to thank him for the compliment, when he went on to say how he could just picture it all down and loose instead of being braided. Um, no. Please don't picture me at all. And then he told me "you know, the Bible says a woman's long hair is her glory". What the shit, did you just fantasize about my hair and then quote me Scripture?
I need to start working at a makeup shop or a beauty salon, somewhere that caters mostly to women. At least if a woman tried to hit on me, it would be something new and different, y'know? *snrk*
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| Wednesday, August 5th, 2009
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11:36 pm - Apparently, childhood extends into your 20s.
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So I'm pretty hopping mad at this love-advice host that was on the radio on my way home. A lady called in and told her that she had gotten married when she was 18, was now 24, and had been separated from her husband for about 2 1/2 years now. The host made some sympathetic comment to the effect of "you were a child when you got married and a child when you separated..."
WHAT?
I'd give her a pass on 18-year-olds, but doing the math, the caller was either 21 or 22 or so when she separated. In no way, shape, or form is a 21-year-old a child. I'm pretty sure by the age of 21, even if the person is still kind of young and inexperienced, they still have all their rights and responsibilities as an adult.
The caller agreed with the host that she was very young, and I would have agreed wholeheartedly if the host had just left it at "young"...but come on...a CHILD? Should she have gotten married as young as she did? Probably not. Should she get back with the guy like she called about? Fuck no. But was she a "child" when she separated from him? Are you kidding me? That is a responsible-ass decision, leaving a guy who's cheating on you. Hardly childish.
If someone could please tell me at what age one is considered to have all their mental faculties and be worthy of respect, I would really love to know. Because I'm damn near graduated from college and I am STILL hearing this shit.
Child. At 21. For fuck's sake.
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| Friday, June 26th, 2009
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12:45 am - Writer's Block: All-Nighter
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Last night, actually. Had to catch a 4am taxi to the airport, so we could fly to Columbus, OH for Origins. :D
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| Monday, June 8th, 2009
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2:40 pm
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Weird dream last night. I had this dream that I used to take a bunch of art and craft classes at the community center (which was a poorly-lighted place that resembled a high-school built several decades ago---you know the type, tan brick, white-on-black room number signs...) and that I used to have a job as a security guard at this really gorgeous old building (that looked like the old train station we had a few games in at Gencon last summer), and also at this beautiful outdoor corridor that lead up to a wrought-iron gate. I don't remember if there was a gate or not, I just know it was sunny and it may have been leading to a school, I'm not sure. In any case, the whole point was that I had completely forgotten about all these things because at the time they happened, my OCD or whatever was flaring up and I was depressed.
Spent the whole dream alternately shocked that I could have forgotten a whole nearly year's-worth of my life, and chasing after the little bits of memory that were still there. Because as hazy as it was, I knew there were friends out there that I hadn't seen in who knows how long, and I missed them. I went back to the art classes, and I found out that I could get my guard job back, so I did, even though it didn't really pay that much. I just liked the place, with the sun and the trees and the scenery.
Weirdest damn thing, I woke up and it took me a minute to realize "no, none of that actually ever happened". ^^;
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| Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009
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3:35 pm - Attack of the sucky day.
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Well, today was pretty interesting. Got up at 10:30 to go to the big-and-tall store with Oni, who is interviewing for a couple actual network admin positions that have opened up in the company, rather than what he's doing now, which is essentially just being a phone monkey in the network operations center. He's really hoping he gets one of those jobs, so he was like "I need some shirts that actually fit around the neck for this interview". I tagged along because, well, I'm a girlfriend, and girlfriends tag along and make picky comments about clothes. Also, I was hoping to find him another nice plum shirt like the one Mom bought him for Christmas.
( Eventful day is eventful. )
Okay, now I am going to my parents', where there will be delicious heart-healthy beef stir fry. Mom bought the American Heart Association cookbook, and today she's making something out of it, so I decided to come back over and mooch some of it. I'm a bad person. X3 Laters!
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| Tuesday, May 26th, 2009
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6:06 pm - I'm fairly certain I've taken this test before...
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Also, "seductiveshorts" sounds more like an underwear company than a website. IMHO. Don't ask me, I don't like boyshorts. XD
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| Sunday, May 17th, 2009
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10:33 pm - It is a meme.
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Your result for The Social Persona Test (What kind of man/woman are you?)...
The Librarian (QTBF)Quirky Traditional Beta Female 
You know the story--The quiet, smart girl who emerges from her shell to become the new queen bee. Nothing wrong with nerdy girls, in fact there aren't enough of you. Your best match is The Late Bloomer, as he once was the male version of you. You are more QUIRKY than NORMAL. You are more TRADITIONAL than LIBERAL. You are more PASSIVE than DOMINANT. When picking a date, consider: The Late Bloomer (QTAM), The Lord of the Misfits (QLAM), The Snowball's Chance in Hell (QTBM), The Suit (NTAM), or The Altar Boy (NTBM). Avoid: The Frat Boy (NLAM) (Image from theblackspiderman.com)
Take The Social Persona Test (What kind of man/woman are you?) at HelloQuizzy
Rue told me to. :3
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| Saturday, April 25th, 2009
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1:48 am - Memey meme.
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Fill out the below in a comment, then post the template (with your own name, obviously) to your own journal so I can fill it out for you:
I ____ Mory.
Mory is ____.
If I were alone in a room with Mory, I would _______.
I think Mory should _____.
Mory needs ______.
I want to ____________ Mory.
Someday Mory will _____.
Mory reminds me of _____.
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| Tuesday, April 21st, 2009
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2:57 pm - Today on We Don't Care Theatre...
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I GOT A NEW DOLLY!!!
( Warning, giant disembodied head underneath the cut! )
Her name is going to be Madeline. I didn't actually name her after the children's book character, I named her after a different doll that I liked the name of but not the doll itself...but the more I thought about it, the more I thought "Mory, you used to watch the HECK out of Madeline on Disney channel when you were like seven. You were already planning to give the doll red hair, so you better sew that dolly a little yellow hat." I'm surprised at how many clothing patterns are out there that will probably fit her. She's roughly 10" tall, so that pattern I bought thinking it might fit my other doll will probably be much better suited to this one. I'll have to go get it from Mom's, if I haven't already brought it to the new place and forgot about it. I even found a pattern that looks exactly like Madeline's coat from the books! It's for a 12" baby doll so I'll have to scale it down some, but...cosplay!
Enough rambling! I gotta go back to the lab!
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2:44 pm - What? Where'd this post thing come from?
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Hallo, all! It's been a while since I posted, and it's been a pretty good day so far, so I think I'll make a post. :3
The weather lately has been killing me. KILLING ME. All this pretty sunshine and the grass is back and the trees are blooming...and I have to study for finals. AUGH. At least it isn't like it was a couple weeks ago, when I had gotten so far behind that just looking at my homework made me so depressed that it was keeping me from actually doing that homework well. As for now, I might still be pretty far behind, but I think I've seen the light at the end of the tunnel. There's only two, three more weeks of the semester left, I really don't have -that- many assignments left to do, and then it'll all be over and we'll see what happens. Today I'm pretty excited because the paper that was due today has been pushed back to next week. I have a rough draft, I just have to make a final draft and send that in...but I'd really rather be doing my spectrometry homework tonight, and maybe some of that physics lab stuff I need to catch up on.
Went to see my department chair today about next semester registration. Turns out I was about right when it comes to which classes I needed. I'll be taking Advanced Organic Mechanisms (self-explanatory, it's advanced o-chem), Instrumental Methods (a lab course), Biochemistry and Biochem Lab (yaaaay I <3 biochem), and whatever social science I can pick up to fill my last fluff requirement. Maybe psychology, so I can stop ragging on Katane and Kia. Surprisingly, there was very little drama about getting into any of the classes I need. I guess it's because there are much fewer chemistry seniors than freshman. (Somewhere after Organic I, I'm sure many of them go "F this, I'm majoring in something else".) I even got to dodge a particularly difficult physical chemistry prerequisite for that Advanced Organic, because I'm about to graduate and the department chair wanted butts in seats for that class so they wouldn't be forced to cancel it. Budget cuts, recession, etc. Also, I'm extra excited because my schedule doesn't conflict with choir! Yaaaay, I can keep singing! Which reminds me, I need to pay for my uniform dress, ehehe...
So right now I'm in the computer lab drinking a truly massive cup of Tazo Passion tea. I've realized that if my cafeteria charges by the teabag and not the cup size, I can grab one of the big 32oz styrofoam things from by the soda fountain, fill that up with hot water and a teabag, and nobody cares. :3 Afterwards, I'm going to go see if someone can let me into the chemistry lab. I have a sample I need to get one last test on before Thursday.
Ooh, one more cool thing, which will be in a following post...
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| Monday, March 23rd, 2009
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2:52 am - Random 3am rambling GO!
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Just a short little thing, since it's one of those early morning random thoughts, but seemed too long for a twitter...
I was looking at the Wiki page on eye color, and it reminded me how much it annoys me that all my official records say I have brown eyes, when in fact they are mostly olive green with only a small ring of brown around the pupils. That should be hazel, right? Mom's are super hazel, like straight-up khaki green, but hazel's sort of the catch-all color and mine are greenish too. So they must be hazel? Not that it matters at all what the records say---it's not like a piece of paper determines what color my eyes actually are---but looking at various reference pictures just made me go "no, my eyes are not that root beer brown color, they're closer to the pictures for amber and hazel". And I don't think they've changed color as I aged, as I remember one time in grade school a friend told me my eyes were not brown, they were 'army green', and I thought they were nuts because well, I was told my eyes were brown, so they must be. I considered changing it from BRN to HAZ on my driver's license once, but the last time I got it renewed, I wrote down that I was 5'7" on the form, forgetting that my previous license said 5'8" (I fudged my height a bit). And they asked about it. If they're going to get puzzled because I shrunk an inch, they'd -really- get confused at my eyes changing color. Not really worth the effort to appease a minor bit of anal-retentiveness.
But still. GREEN, bitches. Even if it takes a magnifying glass. *does the private-eye magnifying glass pose*
*cough* We now return you to your regularly scheduled overnight LJ silence.
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| Tuesday, March 17th, 2009
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9:40 pm - Mory's Tuesday.
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Since I've been told I don't LJ enough... ;D
Today was alright. Slept in entirely too late again. I'm going to have to set the coffee alarm tonight, so I will have a reason to not laze in bed all day. Starting to think that sleeping too much is just as bad for the Mory-emo as sleeping too little. Wastes half the day, you know. Also, coffee.
( In which Mory judges a science fair at Ouran Private Academy... )
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( In which Mory celebrates a holiday she has no ethnic ties to... )
In any case, I'm going to go back to drinking and reading stuff on OneManga. (My first cut text made me want to read more Ouran Host Club ^^; ) Hopefully next time my post won't be so damn rambly. I blame the Guinness. Catch y'all around the interwebs!
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| Monday, February 23rd, 2009
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11:52 pm - The queen of all harebrained Mory schemes.
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So I'm going to do it.
I'm going to go into the corner violin shop.
You see, there's this violinmakers' on the corner of the shopping center where Mom goes to buy yarn sometimes. And for me, walking past there has always been like...well, the best way I can describe it is like in the old Christmas movies. You know, how all the kids would walk by and stare longingly at the Macy's Christmas display, full of all kinds of toys that they wish they could have? Like that.
But then...I finally figured it out. All this time I've been singing or dancing or toying at playing the guitar when it was never really the guitar I wanted to play. Everything (well, other than choir, I love singing too) has been "This is fun, but it would be really great if I could play cello, or violin, or..." And then it hit me. Mory, you moron, you've been spending money on dance class and doll stuff and gadgets, money you could have been spending on music lessons this WHOLE TIME. So now I have a new scheme, one I'm gonna give up on all my other harebrained schemes to do. For example, anyone I talked to about getting a parrot, well, forget about that plan. Parrots are terribly expensive and need food and care. A stringed instrument, unlike a parrot, will only screech and annoy my neighbors when I'm practicing (memo to self, buy a mute...)
I googled the shop, and they have a website and a blog, and seem like a good place. You have to support your local businesses and all. The most important piece of information that I found is that they rent instruments. Huzzah! But then I have to find a teacher and I haven't the foggiest idea who teaches or what lessons will run me. I suppose that's something they would know, but it's going in and asking that's the hard part. I'm going to have a heart attack from shy!
BUT I GOTTA DO IT.
Watch out! Starting now is Operation: Mory Is A Cello! (LOL, ask my Gaia friends about that one, it's an old in-joke...)
Eeeeee~
This post has been brought to you by excited caffeinated midnight-thirty Mory. We are not responsible for any lapses in logic contained in this post. Do not read this post while operating heavy machinery. If you find yourself reading this post for more than four hours, turn off your browser and get medical attention (because you read really slow...)
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| Friday, February 20th, 2009
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12:18 am - Yo dawg, we heard you liked memes, so we put a meme in yo post...
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- Describe me in one word: just one single word. Positive or negative.
- Leave your word in a comment, before looking at what words others have used.
- Copy and paste the meme to your journal to find out how people describe you when limited to one word.
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| Friday, February 13th, 2009
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11:11 am - They cancelled class for the good of all of us. (Except the ones who are dead.)
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As I said on Twitter just now, it's snowing so hard they cancelled COLLEGE.
In my opinion it really isn't any worse than the snows that came earlier in the season. If you stay off the surface roads and stick to the highway, it's just fine. Sure, I almost fishtailed and died a few times on the way there, but that's because I tried to take 13th St. to avoid waiting at the train tracks for the 9:45 to go by. Surface roads? Utter crap. Highways? Well, still crap, but that's not because of the snow. Why do people forget how to drive as soon as they see a snowflake?
In any case, I'm not nearly as frightened of the snow as I am of the message they played over the emergency intercom in the science building. For one, I had no idea we even had an intercom system. From the shape of the speakers (the squarish bullhorn type) and the sound quality, I would assume they are not exactly of recent vintage. Between that and the horn alert noise, it all seems more appropriate as a way to announce impending nuclear war than a little snowstorm. And the RECORDING! Oh god, they have one of those god-awful calming female computer voices, the kind that are never really programmed right. "Attention, please. Due to iiinclement wea~ather, the University will be closed and staff dismissed at twe~elve PM." With a warble like it's not in very good repair. I know where I've heard that voice before.
GLaDOS runs my school's inclement weather system.
Why do you think they cancelled now instead of before anyone made the trek out for morning classes? I mean, even the most slackery slacker has at least an 11am class. No, it's GLaDOS and she's trying to kill us all.
If someone could airlift us some portal guns? That would be great. D:
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| Tuesday, January 20th, 2009
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12:12 pm - Priorities
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WHOOOO REPO COMES OUT TODAY~ :D :D :D
oh yes also a president
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| Wednesday, December 31st, 2008
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7:42 pm - Graverobber...Graverobber...sometimes I wonder why I need you at all...
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