Domestic Geek

Would it be so hard to call my cell and leave a message informing me that there is some problem at the store and that I will not be able to make dough? I drove all the way across town after scraping ice off my windshield only to find the stupid manager and a plumber still at the store (at 2 a.m.). Knowing that store, the stupid sewers probably backed up again. Since the trees are actively growing again (roots in the line), there has been a lot of rain and nobody ever schedules routine line snaking (which they say they're going to do everytime that happens), that's my best guess. It's either that or the walk-in is broken from the roof leaking. Who knows? I was so pissed I didn't dare go in to find out what was the problem. After waiting a half hour, I gave up and went home. So, I used gas that I can't afford to waste, not to mention I could've been sleeping(which I desperately need).

I went in early because I need to make two days dough so that I could sleep in on Monday morning. Guess that ain't gonna happen.

The only thing that makes me happy is I know the stupid manager is miserable. The loser showed up 1 1/2 hours early for work this morning, so he's been there since 8:30 a.m. So help me, it's going to take all the self-restraint I can muster to keep from saying something rude if I have to see him later and he starts griping about how long he had to be there.

Just one more thing to push me out of there. I've sworn to myself that I will be out of there within the next two months.

Guess I better go try to get a couple of hours sleep. Fuckers.

Sorry 'bout the lack of posting this last week. Between working 60 hours, commuting 2.5 hours a day (mostly in rush hour traffic), sitting in front of a computer for 7.5 hours total at work and being totally immersed in a particular Harry Potter fanfic, the last thing I want to do when I get home is sit here and think of something to type. I'm also not getting enough sleep because I haven't trained myself to go to sleep almost immediately after I get home from work. As soon as I get some bills caught up and save the money to get my legal software, I'm starting my web design business and dropping the pizza job. God, it's getting harder and harder to be there every day. Especially now that I've had a taste of working somewhere that is NOT dysfunctional--where people have pride in their work and get along, where you're appreciated for your hard work, where the boss is actually competent and leads the company and where it actually feels as if I've accomplished something at the end of the day. I don't think I've ever had a job like that. It actually feels good.

There's one great perk to working at a screen printing company. My t-shirt wardrobe is going to be huge. I can have any shirt currently being printed and all I have to pay for it is the cost of the shirt. Neat, huh? It also gives me the opportunity to eventually have some portfolio pieces.

This week they gave me a shirt printed from the first file I set up as a souvenir. I had to recreate a logo and make the films. It was amazing to watch my work being printed on a shirt and it looked pretty decent, if I do say so myself.

Apparently this company has a line of shirts that are sold to be souvenirs and such. After a certain number of shirts are produced, the designer starts getting a cut. I need to design some of those shirts. If I design something that sells well, I could continue to make money even if I no longer worked for the company.

One thing has become clear to me this week, however. I need to get over my Photoshop fear and really learn how to use it. There is one designer that creates shirts for one of our clients that are absolutely amazing. They do about a shirt a week and I plan on getting all of those designs printed for myself. He submits almost perfect files that are all broken down into channels for the inks. I still find any printing process amazing. The effects that can be created by 4-6 colors floors me.

I'm starting to think the birth control pill I'm on is causing my female problems. Towards the end of my period last week, I was starting to feel better. After taking my pill for two days, I felt like shit again and it got progressively worse as the week went on. I need to talk to someone about changing my perscription and see if that changes anything.

Well, enough of this. I need to get myself ready to head to the pizza place. Damn, I really don't want to go there anymore. That place is so freakin' depressing.

I went to the Apple OS X Tiger Premier and all I got was this lousy scratch ticket!

Just kidding...I've got no problem winning a free iTunes song. I purchased Woo Hoo by the 5678s. It would've been better if I had been one of the iPod or Powerbook winners. *sigh* I was hoping for something tangible like a t-shirt or even the dog tags we got at the Panther premiere. Oh, well.

It's amazing how having cool bosses makes working so much easier. My new workplace is really neat. Today we had a staff BBQ. I guess they provide Friday lunch on quite a regular basis. The owner actually comes around personally to deliver paychecks on Fridays and thanks you for your hard work for the week. He also brought beer up to the art department to kick off the weekend with the art director and myself.

The only problem I'm having is trying to be too perfect. I need to learn how to let some minor details go. It will come in time, though. At least this work produces something tangible--not like food that will be digested and then gone.

Got the test results back from the clinic—negative. So, still no idea what's wrong. Maybe I'm just doomed to feel shitty. I've thrown over $300 at this problem. I think I'm getting better on my own, but I can't really tell as Aunt Flo came to visit today. We'll see what's going on in 5 days or so.

OK, I'm really pooped. I'm going to bed.

Went to another clinic today, missed two hours of work, dropped $140 I can't afford to spend and still don't have a solution. The doctor took a couple of cultures and a urine sample and I have to wait 48 hours to see if anything grows. Cross your fingers that something does so I can get some answers. I'm really sick of feeling like crap.

On a different note, they picked a new pope today. A talk show host said the event had significant impact on Catholics and non-Catholics alike. No, it doesn't. I'm not religious and I don't give a rat's ass who their pope is. It's just some man who heads (in my extremely cynical opinion) a corrupt organization. Even if there is a god, I doubt very much that just because a bunch of guys claiming to be men of god pick one guy over the rest makes that single guy God's representative on earth. It's all a crock. I don't see how any particular person being a pope has squat to do with my life except that it took over my Starting Over episode today. </rant>

Sorry, just feeling totally bitchy today. I'm PMSing really bad, I haven't gotten enough sleep with the schedule change and that neighbor fiasco this last weekend, my dumb boss showed up an hour and a half earlier than he was scheduled so I had to see him this morning, creditors have been calling my cell mercilessly today and I have no money to pay them, I was late to work because traffic totally sucked, I felt useless there today because I don't know enough to be totally useful and there weren't any projects I could work on by myself, then I had to leave work early and for what? My car was acting up really bad today, I feel like shit, no television to watch because yesterday's Medium was a repeat and the pope pre-empted SO and Gilmore Girls tonght sucked. All my eBay auctions ended today and nobody bought anything. Oh, and we're out of food. Grrrrr.

I know this will all get better eventually (like in a week after my period is over and I get used to the new routine). I'm just frustrated in the meantime.

Also, I miss my afternoon nap.