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Home from work and POOPED, which I suppose is a good thing, as starting
Monday night/Tuesday morning at midnight, I will be working strictly
midnight to eight a.m. shifts.

I’m quite fine with this.  NO CUSTOMERS WOO.  I won’t even have to wear my uniform.

I
busted ass and shipped OMGSOMUCHSTUFF back to vendors, as it’s the end
of the quarter and everything must be done by then. $2000 in dvdr’s?
Wowsa. HEAVY. In case you’re wondering on the weight, it was two eighty
pound boxes, two 14 lb boxes, and an 8 lb box. I could go further into
details of all I did, but I don’t want to bore you even more.

So,
two days off to switch my sleeping schedule around. I’m already
switched around enough that "sleeping in" is five a.m., so it’s just
going to take a bit more tweeking.

I also SO wish I could stop
waking up at 7:30/8:30 pm and freaking the hell out because my mind
automatically processes it as "it’s daylight, therefore it’s a.m., not
p.m." Last night, I was awake with my heart pounding for over five
minutes (all filled with cursing) because I thought I was five hours
late for work, when I had only slept for an hour.

Doy.

Dreams of roaming through swampland last night, being totally lost in forests and country sides, though there was a cruise involved somewhere.  I remember standing on a hilltop overlooking the land, and how beautiful and lush and green it was; though dark clouds were overhead, it almost made the shadows that much more beautiful below.  I watched someone in my team that controlled a fire beast, and realized that I controlled ice.  I pulled my arms to my side and watched two rings of ice form around each of my wrists; I would then shove my arms out, where two more rings would form on each wrist, then sending a beautiful ice unicorn out to attack my enemy, fighting alongside the giant fire cat of my friend’s.  I then realized that I had other powers, too, and we were lost, so I picked up a handful of sand and let it fly off my palm.  I did it twice to confirm that we needed to head east.  We headed east, then I went to a hotel room and had sex with Kevin Griffin (Better Than Ezra, center).

I hate it when I wake up before I’m finished.

Apparently with my new schedule, "sleeping in" means "waking up at 5 a.m."  Was a bit discombobulated when I woke up first at 10 pm last night.  I thought I heard arguments somewhere, and fell back asleep.

Got disc one of Invader Zim in the mail from Netflix today.  Oh, yes, fun was had.

Also watched a slew of Stargate, as the last episode EVUR will be on tomorrow night (I will be asleep for approximately three hours before it airs.)  It’s messing up my mind the order that they’re doing it, though: season three, season four, season one, season eight.

I’m such a nerd.

My allergies hate me this evening.

So very pooped today, worked from 4 a.m. until 3 p.m., with lots of physical running around and a ton of mental work to try to retain.  Ugh.  My time with Muriel is limited, I wish I was absorbing everything a bit faster.  I’m a fast learner, true, but sheesh.

Managed to injure not one, not two, but THREE of my fingertips in separate instances: a nice chunk of skin off of my middle left finger when i dropped a box and tried to catch it - it twisted in my hand and now I have a nice, deep, bloody flap.  Curse you, wireless keyboard mouse combo box!!!  The second is on the index finger of my right hand, where i tried a little too hard to claw my way into some shrink wrapped ink cartridges and pulled my nail away from my finger.  Later, as I was packing up some toner boxes to ship in for recycling, I shoved cardboard under the nail on my right thumb.

Animals are weird.

Bad dreams last night.  I was stuck back in my music classes with Dr. Appert and had to take my final after all.  As I hadn’t been to school in a month, I couldn’t remember anything I needed to answer, and I wracked my brain for hours (in my dream) over the last question, which was carving my chocolate chip cookie recipe into dough with a paper funnel rim.  I was quite pleased with myself when I remembered the two "secret ingredients": vanilla extract and brown sugar.

Woke up stressed and felt as if I hadn’t slept all day, though I went to bed at eightish last night.  Granted, my alarm goes off at one thirty, but still.

I need a haircut.

Enjoying my "evening" as I knit my purse, eat lukewarm clam chowder (I didn’t heat it up hot enough but was too lazy to go finish the doo) and wheat thins, sip decaf tea, and watch my season two discs of SG1.  It feels like every evening is just a grand waiting game for my bedtime of four o’clock pee em to occur (though I generally fall asleep hours later - reading and all), though today seems extra pleasant for some reason.

I got to feel like a ninny yesterday as I got my official first lesson in hand jack operation.  I’m not talking the regular floor jack wheeled things, I’m talking hard core motorized fork lift doo-hickey.  Manager Ted gave me instructions as I wheeled, bonked, squealed, and mechanically sashayed around receiving.  It was terrifying and embarassing - I felt as if I were suddenly twelve years old again and my arms and legs had outgrown me.  I ended up lifting and placing a bale of cardboard ontop of another without any casualties.

One of our giant, creepy lights went out - which causes receiving to smell like scorched rubber.  We have no ladders taller than ten feet, so Ted put a pallet onto the tongs of the jack and had me lift him to the ceiling so that he could unplug the light.  About five feet from the floor, Ted accidentally leaned back on the pallet, causing it to shimmy on the tongs and his arms to flap in the air in panic. "If that would have happened at the top, I would have crapped my pants," he said.

I also managed to get the entire first season of Buffy for ten bucks.  Score.  I’ve been reading oh so many of you making Buffy references on my friends list, so I have been craving me some.

I still haven’t seen that musical episode, dagnabbit.

All I want to do at home since I started the new position is sleeeeep.  Lost two pounds from all the exercise I’ve been getting (as I haven’t changed my eating habits, really.)

It feels almost as if I’m in retail boot camp, quite a work out and time FLIES…. until we open.

Still having fun with it, though I’m frustrated for days like tomorrow where I will be spending half my day stuck behind a register.  Manager Ted is hoping and pleading for some overnight shifts for him and me, because there is no way whatsoever that we’ll be able to get everything that needs to be done for the back to school season with just three of us having only four hours a day (the store being open for the other four we’re there, and we can’t exactly tear the store up like we need to in order to put it back together the way it needs to go.)

I just feel bad having to have one of them pick me up before work every day.  I offered to walk, but everyone put the fear of GOD into me for walking a half hour to work at 330 in the morning, half of that along desolate swamp like land.

Fine.

While waiting for Ted to pick me up Saturday morning, I witnessed three things:

- A party in the apartment complex was still going on into the wee hours of the morning.  There was a very pretty, blonde woman walking back and forth to her car, completely 100%-ly nude from the waist up, talking loudly on her cell phone.

- Three guys in hoodies walked together from the apartment complex next to mine to the apartment complex across the street and down a ways.  Five minutes later, they came back at a DEAD RUN.  Couldn’t have been up to much good, methinks.

- My roommates came home from Jack in the Box and stopped to talk to me a bit as I was waiting in the parking lot.  Well, sheesh.  If I would have known they were going, I could have tagged along - my work is almost next door.

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A purse I am currently knitting.  I get very lazy when it comes to crafts, while I am equally whining about how I wish I crafted more.  We’ll see just how long this project takes, as it’s something I can totally use asap.

Taken with the phone camera, which is why it looks like dookie.  The colors, as you can’t really tell, are dark blue, dark red, and dark purple.  I do want to add a dark green as well, but I can’t seem to locate my yarn.

Phooey.

Daniel made us all a fantastic dinner consisting of homemade waffles, fresh cantaloupe and strawberries, scrambled eggs with cheese, sour cream, and salsa.

Yum.

Did I mention that whipped cream is involved?  Delish.

I also now have the Invader Zim theme song as my ring tone.  It’s a cheap verison of it, true, but it’s MIIINE.

I hope I can someday locate all my Zim eps.  I miss them greatly.

Home and TIE-URD.  I’m going to try my damnedest to pull up some superhero waking strength to keep me awake until at least 7 or so, so that I can work harder at changing my sleeping schedule around.

Came up with the eyeda (in my sleep deprived mind, this is how I automatically spelled "idea" - makes sense: eye. d. a.) to come in for just two hours tomorrow and two hours the next day - both starting at 6 am - to train with Muriel &hearts.

I think my cat is obsessed with me sometimes.

And in case you haven’t figured it out already, for lack of a title, I have just been pulling what i hear off of the telly when it’s time to post.

Two thirty in the morning and I’m up for work, yaaaay!

Yancey will be here to pick me up in about an hour.  In the meantime, I shall try to thwart my allergies’ evil attempt at my ability to see and breathe, drink any caffeine I can get my mits on, and shove food down my maw.

The last three days at work?  Hell.  Well, I mean, I suppose I’ve had MUCH worse days, but we’ve been SO FLIPPING BUSY OMG that … well, on our skeleton crew, it makes things quite harsh, it does.  I’m hoping that it helps me seem an important worker, as I think my capabilities shine when all shit is hitting the fan.

I can multitask like nobody’s bid’ness.

Planned on going to bed at six pm last night, but stayed up until a bit past seven, finally turning my light off at a little past eight.  It was remarkably easy to get up… let’s hope that all my other butt-thirty mornings are this easy.

I thought I had more to add, but I can’t think through the wrath of the sinus godz.

Any particular reason why Bacci has BOOBIES now?  They seem to be getting… bigger as each day goes by.  Yes, she was fixed, which is why I’m perplexed and concerned.

Home from work, and eGADS did I make my moneys worth today.  I worked HARD for the monay.  It’s day two of a hell weekend.  I’m freaking BEAT.  I was excited about moving to my new position, and tomorrow was supposed to be the first day of training… but they didn’t schedule anyone, so I’m the cashier from 8 - 2, giving me only two hours before we open in order to have access to anything.  No word on a raise, though Capt. Kirk seems hell bent on getting me SOMEthing, but the person who can approve it will be on vacation all next week.

Sigh.

My odd moment of clarity today: During a time where things were going INSANE with customers at work, every associate calling me to all corners of the building for assistance (more than the manager at times), it dawned on me:

I was the only person working the entire day and with everything going wrong today that has been employed with OfficeMax more than a month, manager included.

Closed with Manager Jason for the first time tonight - in fact, it was the first time that I had worked with him for more than an hour in the entire month that he’s worked there.

It was an EXCELLENT night for my ego, as he kept saying how much the managers keep talking about me and how much he’s heard and WHAT he’s heard, as well as OMG HOW BEYOND excited they are to have me in my new position, ESPECIALLY the logistics team of Ted and Yancey that I’m going to. :D :D

So tomorrow is my first day in my new postion, working 9 - 530, then 6 am to 2, then 4 am to 1.  It’s nice that I’m being eased into my new 4 a.m. starting time, though I think I’ve stated this a million times already.

Blahblahblah.  Nothing overly interesting to report.  I wore my new work pants today.  Rawk.

Craving me some Buffy.