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wish me luck, guys.
Good luck PIT - bastiches promised me a job once then gave it to some other sucker! Ownership changed hands since then, so hopefully you'll be treated with due respect.
I'd be interested to know how soon you get a reply.
I'm rereading the Dark materials trilogy and balking at how much i missed the first time around. I mean i was just a kid, and it's kind of funny that the book is almost making fun of my innocence back then, but i missed all the implications to sex hidden within the book.
Hell there's a scene in the third book where a priest gets very uncomfortably close to the male protag and it even has blatantly gay angels.
I already feel like shit and it's only been a week or two since the last one. Emotions and hormones suck. I as usual have no say in how I should live and this goddman depression won't leave me alone. I only smiled three times today. And that's a big number for this week.
I need a fucking break. From everything.
I have a lot of summer work, foooo. Just received my reading list for AP English next year: 1984 by George Orwell (the only fiction on the list), Amusing Ourselves to Death by Neil Postman, The Way We Talk Now by Geoffrey Nunberg, Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich, and then I have to listen to and write about four NPR broadcasts. It's a college level class, so I have to purchase a special notebook and everything for annotating. I don't mind though, I like writing. I wish I was better at it.
Plus, I'm pretty relieved to see I don't have to read anymore books about the oppression of minorities, as terrible as it makes me sound. My freshman/sophomore English teacher had a thing for white guilt or something because 75% of the books we had to read made me feel bad about my race at least once. Junior year is more classic American literature based (my favorite kind, for obvious reasons), or at least the regular English classes are. I discovered today that AP is mostly about non-fiction and essays. ):
I still have to finish reading "Three Cups of Tea" which would be great if Greg Mortenson wasn't so… "I build schools in Pakistan, aren't I soooo great? All my friends in the army were black, btws. Hey, Mister terrorist sir, can I have a Koran to read? See, I respect your religion." My friend and I have sort of made a joke out of hating him. I'm sure he's a nice guy irl, but he comes off as pretentious in this book like whoa.
I still have to get my chemistry packet, AP American history, and algebra 2 work as well. Yuck…
Edit: fixed.
1984 by George Orwell (the only non-fiction on the list)
Oh lordy - you mean that really happened? :O
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I got a suit in the post(translation- mail) and I'm scared to open it! In the parcel it's this perfect fitting head turning stage gear, but once it's open…
Wow… work will be harder this summer. Not only do I have to deal with the usual people, but I also have to deal with the kids that refuse to follow the curfew that we have here. Last year a bunch of them went into a family restaraunt at 4AM (they can't be out 'til after 6), then one of them decided it'd be fun to beat up the people paying for their meals at the cash register. The group then sped off away from the place leaving behind to badly beaten guys. I suggested to one of them that he get his head checked (he got hit in the head quite a bit) just in case he had one of those hidden injuries. Something tells me the kids were abusing "ice", though… no one in their right mind would spontaneously beat up someone then drive off, their license plate number in full view…
I'm pretty sure that eventually I'll run into a teen who's beating up an old lady, then proclaims when he's arrested that the current curfew laws are infringing on his freedom. Basically, the curfew violates the right for himself and his friends to congregate and the police arresting him are violating his right to self expression… namely expressing his hate for the person he's beating up. What is it with teens and the desire to get high and stay that way? I mean… years ago I was watching a teen trying to sniff freshly laid asphalt just for that purpose… O_O
Wow… work will be harder this summer. Not only do I have to deal with the usual people, but I also have to deal with the kids that refuse to follow the curfew that we have here. Last year a bunch of them went into a family restaraunt at 4AM (they can't be out 'til after 6), then one of them decided it'd be fun to beat up the people paying for their meals at the cash register. The group then sped off away from the place leaving behind to badly beaten guys. I suggested to one of them that he get his head checked (he got hit in the head quite a bit) just in case he had one of those hidden injuries. Something tells me the kids were abusing "ice", though… no one in their right mind would spontaneously beat up someone then drive off, their license plate number in full view…God, where the fuck do you live? The Congo?
I'm pretty sure that eventually I'll run into a teen who's beating up an old lady, then proclaims when he's arrested that the current curfew laws are infringing on his freedom. Basically, the curfew violates the right for himself and his friends to congregate and the police arresting him are violating his right to self expression… namely expressing his hate for the person he's beating up. What is it with teens and the desire to get high and stay that way? I mean… years ago I was watching a teen trying to sniff freshly laid asphalt just for that purpose… O_O
Just a U.S. Territory a couple thousand miles north of Australia. We do have a meth problem here, and it doesn't help that a major politician (who's running for governor right now) and his family are suspected of smuggling the stuff into the place. You do know what meth (also known as "ice") does to you, right? Luckily I don't get shot at, unlike the stories I hear about security officers in the mainland U.S. and other countries… I hear that they get shot to death first before any sort of robbery takes place.
Well, day four turned a bit hellish. We did a couple of 32 inch sets, then a handful of 22 inch, then three more 32 and then we switched to 19… and this was where the problems started!
See, the machine has two sets of rolls (kind of like under a tank, but sideways) that run along its side that press the cardboard box into the middle. it alsop has additonal rolls on the top that press the top of the box so that the flaps touch each other… well, the 19inch box turned out to be TOO SHORT for these rolls (we had to unscrew them cause they kept on getting lodged against the side rolls, ugh) and TOO TALL to be pressed properly against the sides of the box…
so some other guy had to do them cause you had to press the sides of the box really hard (and watch your fingers) to make them stick properly..
in the end we pushed them through the machine with all the gaps and whatnot and we just picked five good ones for the quality control department, heh.
Anyway, the guy ended up doing my job so I ended up stacking the sets on pallets. Now, they're not that heavy, I'd say probablt 5kg per box, but after 200 my hands were falling apart.
My right wrist is still hurting!
Today I'm hoping to get back onto the old spot. MY back's already used to bending down to push the small boxes and I can manage with the large ones too so no problem. Whereas if we had to stack up the 40inch sets, that'd be a pain. Imagine these have to be piled up VERTICALLY in THREE LAYERS OF FIVE SETS EACH!
at this size, the third layer is ABOVE my head. Hell yeah, I can already see the thing falling on my head as I'm trying to shove it in place.
Also, I have signed my first contract with them… guess what until when? 6th june! on the 7th I have to go and sign another one! And so on every week or two until the season is done and 99% of us will get fired, heh.
Just a U.S. Territory a couple thousand miles north of Australia. We do have a meth problem here, and it doesn't help that a major politician (who's running for governor right now) and his family are suspected of smuggling the stuff into the place. You do know what meth (also known as "ice") does to you, right? Luckily I don't get shot at, unlike the stories I hear about security officers in the mainland U.S. and other countries… I hear that they get shot to death first before any sort of robbery takes place.American-Australia is crazy.
went summer shoe shopping with my mom.
I then noticed an common theme with most of the summer lines… the sandals, the slippers and such all looked like something that Xena or any of the background characters from the same tv show might wear. or something that Conan the barbarian might wear if he was suddenly turned into a woman.
I guess Fantasy is in? :p
and interestingly enough, I found a pair of shoes that almost looked exactly like the shoes that my character Janice wears when she's in the dreamworld… only expect they weren't Grey metallic-looking, but were made out of soft leather instead. I was almost tempted to buy it, but knew that I wouldn't really use it much… and it was like 80 dollars.
So, they hired someone reportedly less intelligent and less qualified who would not become bored, whereas I was overqualified and "should be designing rocket shuttles or something." This is allegedly good.
However, perhaps I should have gotten that job after all, because I am not nearly intelligent enough to apprehend how allowing me to remain unemployed and giving the job I clearly wanted to someone described as "a ditz" is good in any sense of that word. I must not be all that bright…
I despise it even more if it's a comforting lie, which it certainly sounds like, not only because I hate that sort of pity but because I'd be happier losing to someone smarter or more qualified. The concept of losing to someone less intelligent because I'm overly intelligent is not comforting or complimentary so much as it is terribly frustrating.
So, they hired someone reportedly less intelligent and less qualified who would not become bored, whereas I was overqualified and "should be designing rocket shuttles or something." This is allegedly good.
However, perhaps I should have gotten that job after all, because I am not nearly intelligent enough to apprehend how allowing me to remain unemployed and giving the job I clearly wanted to someone described as "a ditz" is good in any sense of that word. I must not be all that bright…
I despise it even more if it's a comforting lie, which it certainly sounds like, not only because I hate that sort of pity but because I'd be happier losing to someone smarter or more qualified. The concept of losing to someone less intelligent because I'm overly intelligent is not comforting or complimentary so much as it is terribly frustrating.
So I guess my mom is going to get a legal separation from my dad, but she's going to keep living here. I just don't understand what the heck is going on in her head with all of this. Or ever, actually.
This is stressing the heck out of me. And I feel terrible for my dad.
Looks like my first working saturday is TODAY :/
oh well… we'll be doing the leftovers of whatever tv models are still in production and packaging them, so if it goes smoothly, it should be done fast.
yesterday was a mess again, but overall we've dealt with problems a lot smoother.
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