Domestic Geek

Yesterday totally sucked ass!

I woke up with a headache and thought about blowing off school, but we had just been given as assignment that was unclear and I wanted to make sure I understood it. Well, our teacher didn't show and the teacher that sat in for him couldn't offer any helpful insight into the expectations for the project. I sooooo wanted to leave. My head just wouldn't quit pounding. I got home from school and decided to start working on the taxes. Big mistake. I guess the owner never turned in the W-4 I filled out to have my deduction as 0. It looks like I'm might break even or end up owing (I'm still looking for paperwork that I need). If I wasn't getting an education credit, I'd owe like $800. So much for getting the money to pay Marcus back as I had hoped. I still hadn't gotten a W-2 from Mimi's yet, so I tried to call them and kept getting a busy signal. I drove up there and waited forever to talk to a manager. I finally got the corporate number and called them from work. It figures that they sent it to the street address in Byers instead of the PO box and it had been returned to them. The stupid woman said, "We sent it to the address that was supplied to payroll." Well, both addresses are on my last paycheck stub, so you had the correct address. Morons.

Work didn't go well either. First, I had to yell at that one dumbass guy that I hate so much. I hate it when he opens his mouth because he mumbles and I have to make him repeat everything because I can't understand him. Then what he says is usually a waste of my time, anyway. He wanted to know if I had more dough to do. Well, since I weigh out all the sugar/salt I need for the day and I had 7 bowls on the table, and I'm not scheduled to drive for another hour and a half: YES, I HAVE MORE DOUGH TO DO! Then he starts moving my stuff around. I told him to stop messing with stuff that's none of his concern and he says, "I'm just trying to help." That's when I snapped. "I don't need your f*cking help!" I yelled. It's becoming a real problem that insiders don't want to do what they're supposed to be doing, so they come back to "help" me. I told the head manager that I don't want or need their help. I get paid adequately to do my job and don't need them hiding back there and getting in my way. Driving sucked, too. I got so many $1.00 tips and stiffs (no tips) yesterday that I actually broke down and cried in front of a house. I got stuck delivering a free pizza to the edge of the delivery area. People got routed in front of me that shouldn't have with more deliveries than I got. It totally bit.

When I got home all I wanted to do was eat dinner, read my email and go to bed. I discover that my monitor is quickly dying. Yay!!!! The screen is dark and a beautiful shade of purple. *sigh* Oh, well.

Hopefully, today will be much better.

Can somebody please put more hours in the day so I can get everything done that I need to get done? Or better yet, deposit $1,000,000 in my bank account so that I don't have to work. Yeah, that would be nice. Thanks!

Current mood: busy
When did it become March? What happened to February?!!

I actually saw the sun today. He's been hiding all week. I missed him.

We're having a record sales week at work. Yay in the sense that my paycheck will be bigger, boo in the sense that my poor body is sooooooo tired from all the dough I had to make and that I had to deliver in the cold and snow all week. Also, the tips this week totally sucked for the kind of weather we had. Oh, well. When delivery times are 60+ minutes, what can you expect? I was griping that the sales wouldn't keep up if we didn't get some more help and surprise, surprise, the manager is actually going to start hiring some more people. I'm so totally amazed at that. In the past when sales started climbing, service started sucking, people quit ordering and sales went down. I guess the manager feels he has something to prove and doesn't want sales to go down this time. Yay!

I'm finally starting to recover financially from the underemployment fiasco. I'm beginning to see light at the end of the tunnel. As soon as I get Marcus and my Dad paid back the money I've borrowed, I can get cracking on some of my other debt. WhoooHooo!

School's going well. My typing speed is up to 74 WPM with 98% accuracy. Yay Me! I'm discovering that I'm not fond of the Quark page layout program we have to use. I wonder if Adobe's InDesign is better. When I ever get around to getting myself an Apple G4, I'll try it out and see. I really, really, really, really, really want a G4. I'm really psyched about the graphics classes I get to take in about 7 weeks. We get to learn Illustrator first and then Photoshop. I love making graphics on the computer. It will be nice to finally know what the hell I'm doing.

The new CompUsa location opened up here in Aurora this last week. What a joke! I went in to purchase Quicken for my newly set-up desktop PC. There were salesmen everywhere bugging me every time I stopped to look at something. There was, however, only one cashier and he and the customer at the front of the line were having some sort of problem. I ended up not getting the program.

I'm still working on the old craft room. I'm hoping that I really get it done this week. Living in our house in its state of disarray is kind of draining. I want everything unpacked! I'm taking some time off in a few weeks (3/21 - 3/23), so hopefully I'll have my act together by then. I want to redesign my web site, but I just don't have the time.

Well, that about it for now. Gotta go check my paint.

I'm soooooooo tired and my right shoulder is KILLING me. It took 26 batches of dough and seven hours of work (over five hours for dough and another 1.5 for veggies) to get caught up so that I could actually have a day away from that hell hole. Of course, that shot to hell any plans I had of getting anything decent accomplished for the weekend. Damn.

I got my car aligned today so that I don't ruin those tires. I also had the oil changed while I was there. I've been putting that off for a while. The stupid clerk at Sears told me that he'd call my cell when the car was done. I had to wander the mall since I didn't have transportation to go anywhere else and I had fogotten to bring the book I'm reading. Did he? No. I finally got really tired of walking, the food I ate at Master Wok was making me ill (note to self: NEVER eat there again), so I went back to sit in the waiting room and my car was already done. The guy who said he'd call me was nowhere in sight. *sigh* Oh, well.

I'm probably going to go take a little nap and then get cracking on my craft room. Marcus says he's going to take me to a movie tonight since I was all depressed yesterday. I was bummed about work ruining my life (I have to do dough six days a week) and never having any fun since school takes up all my other "free time." I hate it when I get like that. Oh, well.

Today was not the greatest of days. It started out great: I slept in, read a little in bed after I woke up (Ayn Rand's "Atlas Shrugged"), Marcus took me to McDonald's for breakfast, then WHAM! -- the day went to hell.

As we were pulling up to the house, Marcus noticed my tire was flat. I knew there was a nail in one of the bad front tires and there was no way the Discount Tire guys would patch it. Since I don't have any money, Marcus ended up shelling out money for the new tires. I hate owing him money. He did get me a new rim to put one of the old tires on so that I never have to drive on one of those shitty fake doughnut spares again.

Having to wait for tires to be put on made me late for work. I really needed to get to work early today because I was way behind on dough. I've been feeling really lethargic this week and haven't been keeping up. The manager also scheduled me to work early on Wednesday and that helped put me even more behind. I was really hoping to get ahead today. No such luck. They had to use dough tonight that I made this afternoon. The sad thing is, I really don't care.

I also think I'm allergic to the new hats we have to wear. All week I've been feeling bad when I'm working and my head has been itching like crazy. I was thinking that maybe I was having a reaction to the antibiotics I was on or something, but I've finished them. I also had a fiery hot rash and bumps where the hat touched my forehead tonight. I told the manager that the hat was making my head itch like mad and he informed me that another employee was having the same problem. I wonder what's causing it. The hat is supposedly 100% cotton, but who knows what else is on it (sizing, dye, thread, etc). He told me I can go back to wearing my old hat for now. Yay!

Well, I better get to bed so that I can get dough done somewhat early tomorrow. I want to finish painting my craft room so that I can finish unpacking. I'm tired of having stuff in boxes. I also want to get the workstation that Marcus and Dave got me for Christmas set up and put to use. G'night.