Domestic Geek

I may as well post stuff. It's going to be grumpy. If you don't want grumpy, leave now.

Why is it that the party is always hosted by the neighbors on the weekends when I've had too little sleep and I had planned on getting to work early? I had planned on sleeping from 6-2, getting two days' work done early and then having all day tomorrow to get stuff done. No such luck. Stupid neighbors. *sigh*

Marcus and Mike left this morning. I miss Marcus already. It's not that I see a whole lot of him during the week anyway between our work schedules, but it's still weird knowing he won't be walking through the door for a whole week. I'm sure the week will fly by though (if I can ever go to sleep), and he'll be home before I know it. It would be nice if I could surprise him by having lots of things done around the house before he gets back, but hell, who am I kidding? I don't have any free time. Well, I have free time now, but I'm tired as hell. I can barely type coherent sentences.

Damn, how long of an attention span does that stupid little kid have? You'd think he'd be tired of hitting that table by now.

I was going to bring a blanket out here and sleep on the couch, but our neighbors across the street are having a BBQ as well and some guys just pulled up with really loud booming music. Man, I just can't win today.

We had a pretty good rain storm about an hour ago. Why couldn't it have been one of those extended storms like yesterday that would've driven all the annoying little kids inside?

Is it me or is everybody's blogs pretty much sucking as bad as mine lately? Maybe I'm just too busy with real life to get into everyone else's mundane stuff. Maybe everyone else is too busy with real life, too. A lot of sites in my blogroll haven't even posted in ages. I'm not sure if I even want to keep this site up anymore. I'm torn about it. There's certain things I can't say here because of who reads this (not that I have that many readers, but still...). I've started censoring myself--"I'll post about this on my blog. No, wait, I can't. XXXXXX reads it." I haven't even come across any good memes that I feel compelled to do.

One good thing is that there are only 34 more days until the release of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I've quit reading fanfic for the time being. Partly so that I can re-read all the the books to remember the real story and partly because I'm annoyed as hell with it. A couple of weeks ago I came across a really good story, but the site didn't mention if the stories were finished or not as some sites do. After reading 24 really long chapters, I find that the story isn't finished and the author hadn't worked on it in quite some time. Man, that so totally sucked.

Why must this kid scream? He's a boy. Boys don't scream. He's not just yelling, he's screaming. He's not even screaming for a reason. He's playing by himself. It's weirding me out.

I wish I had NyQuil here. That would knock me out so I wouldn't hear the screaming. I don't, though.

OK, kid suddenly left...I'm going to go try to get to sleep before he comes back. Wish me luck.

I'm tired as hell. I've lost sleep for one reason or another all week. All I want to do is sleep, but I can't. Apparently it's the neighbor's turn to host the family get-together and there are 20+ really loud Mexicans outside my bedroom window jabbering. Even that would be bearable except for the little boy who is standing there screaming for no reason while he constantly beats on a plastic toy picnic table and no "adult" is telling him to knock it off. I really hate living here...

Well, I still have a job. I have mixed feelings about that. Relieved because I still need the money, but depressed that I still have to go to that filthy, dingy, mold-infested store every day. The art director at my new job commented on my hacking cough that I have (as a result of said filth and flour). The cough lessened after my vacation last year, so I'm hoping it'll totally go away after I quit.

My domain name is mine. Hallelujah! That's exciting. Now I just need to make the time to get the design business off the ground.

I went home from work at noon today. There wasn't any pressing jobs to do and while I could've worked on the company website in the afternoon, I was just too damned tired. That whole anger thing the other day really screwed up my sleep schedule. Shortly after checking email and blogs when I got home, I went to bed. I'd probably still be there had a huge storm not rolled in and a certain dog decided he needed to cry about it. Psycho pooch. Last Friday we had a bad storm as well and not only did it not bother him, he was outside strolling around in it. This time, because I'm trying to catch up on my rest, he's going to do the pacing and whining. *sigh*

I need a vacation. Bad. Marcus and Mike are heading to Tennessee on Saturday to visit Marcus' folks. They'll be gone about a week and are supposed to be bringing home a boat with them. We'll see. Nina and I will probably watch a movie and order in Chinese on Saturday.

I'm hoping I'll be able to take a vacation after the "busy" season ends at the screenprinter. That should be September/October. I'll either have my design business started by then or will be in the process of getting it going. I know I won't be working pizza anymore because I've given myself the deadline of my birthday (9/11) to be out of there (or ASAP). I'm thinking road trip to Las Vegas. When we went out for our friend's wedding in October 2003, I didn't have any fun at all. It's another incentive to get myself a newer vehicle. I'm going to try to get a Subaru Baja. Burt Subaru has a 2003 manual on their website with less than 40K on it. A Baja is cheaper than a comparable Outback or Legacy (the vehicle I now own). I've wanted a Baja since I saw the auto show concept car pamphlet at a mechanic's. It would be perfect because I can have passengers and a pickup bed.

I guess I'm going to be selling lots of stuff on eBay in the next week to get myself a down payment since my trade is worthless (I'm crossing 300,000 miles in the next week).

OK, I'm better than I was an hour ago. I lied and didn't go to bed yet. I've been venting to Marcus for the last hour since he got home. Poor guy. Anyway, I went to hostway to show Marcus the whois for the dork that snapped up my domain and it was available again. Wha? So, I grabbed the credit card and snapped it up. We'll see in the next few days if I actually got it.

OK, going to bed for real now since I've got so much freakin' work to do tomorrow. G'night.

I've tried to refrain from spreading continuous woe here, but I need to vent.

I haven't been this majorly pissed off in a long time. The astrologer said I'd blow before Memorial Day. So, she was a little over a week off. I was so angry I forgot to surround myself with my white light bubble. *sigh*

It started when I got to pizza work this morning and couldn't do my work. Once again the loser closing manager couldn't be bothered to move stuff to where I could get to it and I absolutely refuse to put another food order away for free ever again (I put six weeks of food orders away for nothing hoping that I would get paid for the time I took off for my graduation like in the old days--I was wrong and got screwed). I was already pissed after seeing the abysmal weekend sales. I left a note saying I would return and went early to my other job.

When I got to said job, I took a few minutes to check the availability of the domain name of the design business that I'm starting (because I was feeling really motivated to get going) and some asshole bought it on Friday. Not somebody who is going to actually use it--one of those assholes that redirects it to a search site that probably installs spyware and adware. They have that whois cloaking, but there was an encrypted email address, so I sent an inquiry as to whether they are willing to give it up or not (I doubt it). I don't want to get the .net equivalent even though it is available, because future clients could mistype it and get crap on their computers. Arghhhhhhhh! I was soooooooo pissed.

Then I've got some stupid client at work whose shirts are supposed to be printed tomorrow, but I can't get her to call me back about a question I have and she never answers her phone. Why?

Our air conditioning there is broken. Yesterday they melted the ice off the condenser and we cooled off for the afternoon. Today we started out cool, but the unit conked by lunch. Since we're the only office upstairs, all the heat from the production floor rises up and gets trapped in our little room. It gets almost unbearable up there. I can't wait until we have a 90° day. It'll be almost as bad as being stuck in the pizza place.

So, I left work and headed back across town. I-25 was a stand-still, so I took Federal. Big mistake. The stop and go traffic was just as bad. My poor car couldn't take it. The heat, the fumes and the gas overburning took its toll and I conked out at Federal and Speer. WhooHoooo! After a couple of light cycles, I got it going again and limped off to a side street where I had to let it sit for 15-20 minutes before it would restart. An hour and a half after I left, I got to the pizza place. When I walk in, what do I find? The stupid staff is breaking down the makeline--AT 5:30!!!! Every other store I worked at would never allow that to happen until being closed for carry-out, which is usually 9 pm. That place is so freaking out of control that it is unreal. When I first started there, the breaking down started at 8pm. I thought that was unreasonable then. No wonder we've lost customers when they have to sit on the phone waiting because washing makeline stuff is more important DURING THE DINNER RUSH. That's when I lost it. I grabbed my car keys out of the office and stormed out. One of the managers tried to follow me to my car, but I yelled at her (the one who closed last night). To top it all off, when I got to my car, it wouldn't start again. I was so angry, I was shaking. I'm sure they went crying to the head manager. We'll see if I have a job in the morning. If I don't, he and the owner are getting earfuls.

Man, it took me almost two hours since getting home to calm down enough that my heart isn't racing. That's pathetic.

So, today was the last straw. I need a new car and I need to get my design business off the ground. I also realized yesterday that I can't get too comfortable at the screenprinters. I deserve to make more money that I get paid there and they really can't afford more than I get. I know I'll still work there awhile, I like the people and it is good experience, I'm just not going to make a career out of it, y'know?

Tomorrow I'm putting stuff on eBay. I need cash.

I'm going to bed.