Today was full of adventure all six hours of work. No sooner had I clocked in than Boss told me he wanted me to feed the free knife. 15 minutes later (after watching Boss dump half a pallet of books on the floor), I had 3 nice, deep paper cuts. Ouch. I kept making Skeeter (previously Flirty, but we decided this flows better) get me bandaids so that I wouldn't bleed all over the books.
There's this cool, sucking thing that takes the paper scraps from cutting into this pit where they collect and build up throughout the day. If the paper reaches as high as the paper shoot, though, then someone has to jump into the pit and flop around until the scrap level is lower. Skeeter did this the second time. It was awesome, but I would have been afraid of papercuts all over my body, and that would not have been cool.
Eventually we ran out of Primary manuals to cut (not really, we just couldn't get to the other skids because someone had them blocked with different books), so it was back to the Cave.
I love the Cave. It is my happy place. In the Cave is where resides my beloved Punch and filing jobs. Therefore I was not upset about having to go back there. But then Puncher and I were punching around, you know? And the dumb machine started having mega issues (as it also did Friday, but we didn't blog about that), so we eventually gave up and I filed for a while.
After filing it was off to the Cutter with Skeeter and Puncher. That thing is kind of scary and reminds me of Le Guillotine. But it's awesome, too. We then had to ride one of the fork-lift type things around and I almost died, but it worked out OK and it was good fun.
(Thank you, Chillylint, for being the most awesome photographer in my face ever :) )
Drawly went in for his shots today (I think. Umm. This is all according to my sister). And, for those of you who love him and miss him, he weighs 4.1 lbs and is allergic to rag weed. Which means he weighs almost as much as my computer and he does weigh as much as my camera (without the lens).
Hi. Guess what. I've kind of had it with reading about your relationships/dating life. Does anyone care? Well, besides you and your significant other? Probably someone does, but I don't. I'm tired of reading how about how wonderful your date was, but is so-and-so going to call you again? Is it meant to be? Will she wait for you? Are you going to get married and have 20 kids and live in a wonderful little log house, all because you have faith it's going to work out? Don't know. Don't care.
Also g-talk statuses. Please. Your life should not be a maple tree; leave the sap out.
Also, side note. I'm nearly tempted to be done in any way, shape, or form with the 100 Hour Board. Relationship questions on there are getting really old, too. I'm sure you could find all the advice you can ever need plus some in the archives, so STOP ASKING!!
K. I'm done ranting now. The end.
P.S. If you absolutely must post about how wonderful Billy Bob or Janey-Sue is, at least give me fair warning in the title or something so that when I'm going through my reader I'm not just accosted by all your relationship drama. It kind of makes me want to gag.
P.P.S. This is not pointed at any individual(s) in particular. So don't go off in a huff being all offended. Or you can, but I probably won't care too much about that, either.
Wandering over to Chilly's blog (I'd link you, but I'm tired and lazy and nearly asleep) may give you a general idea of what the weekend entailed. Needless to say, it was AWESOME sauce (thanks, Alishka, for the phrase).
Friday I was maybe sneaky and a cat-smuggler, but we won't go into that. Mostly we'll just say that I didn't sleep Friday night. Then I got up at 4 am, and was out the door by 5 with a mewling kitten in my back seat. He was a sad-face because he was stuck in his little pet-taxi and didn't like it. We went to Chilly's house and picked her up, then went to the airport where we maybe ended up spending $100 that we hadn't planned on spending. Also, Chilly sent us on another airport adventure involving a real Swiss knife, an envelope, and stamps. Then we made a mad-dash to the plane where I promptly fell asleep. As per usual.
Upon arrival in Santa Horhe, there was spent a few short minutes in "baggage claim" and then we went outside to find that no one was there to pick us up. Except Mom and Dad showed up within about 30 seconds of stepping out the door, so it was all good.
Then there was breakfasting with Chilly's awesome cousin Hailey. She gave her poor son a mullet, though, which can never be a good idea. Ever. It's sort of a white-trash thing to do, excpet even my own white-trash relatives don't do things like that. At least, not that I know of. Maybe the hicks do, but I don't actually know them.
After breakfasting there was baby-shower "fun," and then I think we went back to my house? Yeah. We did. And then we went to the "mall" so that I could buy us some more Pratchett books (I'd run out. Chilly still has a few to go before she catches me up, though, so it was OK).
And then it was time for me to have my massage therapy goodness.
Heck yes. I totally fell asleep for nearly the whole thing and it was amazing. Love that lady. When I got home I found Dad and Sister watching The Matrix (edited) and I didn't understand it like at all because I've never seen any of them. And I tell you what, Keanu (pronounced Kee-new if you are me) really can't worth beans, but man. That trench coat was freakin' awesome and I want one like that. Mm-hmm.
Dad made ice-cream, so we ate that for dessert after dinner and my Tennie came over to eat some with us. Love that girl. We've shared many a fond memory. Many. After filling our tummies on ice-cream, we went out to Tuachan where we got to see Les Miserables! Remember that fun time a few summers ago when I went 6 times? Yeah. Not quite as good as that cast, I thought, but still amazing and I loved the battles and the fireworks and the cannon and the horse (and, Chilly, your thoughts on those horses made me lol outloud) and it was just really good. Also, Javert was actually my favorite. He had an incredible voice and was just really good. Loved how he fell backwards off the bridge when he died. The whole baracade death scene was kind of... special, though. I mean, you just shouldn't die slow-mo in a live performance ever (that's kind of an oxymoron to die in a live performance, isn't it?). Bad idea. Which is why the one I saw a couple years ago totally beat it out.
Drawly seemed to be adjusting well. He slept through the whole night last night and didn't wake me up until 6 this morning. I tried to ignore him in hopes that he'd go back to sleep, but it's really hard to ignore a kitten that keeps chewing/pouncing on you. So we got up and played for long times. He and Buddy aren't exactly getting along right now, but hopefully Buddy will get over his jealousy issues and give Drawly a chance. They are both so cute and snuggly-wuggly, they should be cute and snuggly-wuggly together.
And now I'm to bed, because I can barely keep my head in an up-right position and I'm having issues with this whole typing thing.
54 And your aminds in times past have been bdarkened because of cunbelief, and because you have treated dlightly the things you have received—(D&C 84)
15 But if he repent not of his sins, which are aunbelief and blindness of bheart, let him take heed lest he cfall. (D&C 58)
22 And Jesus answering saith unto them, Have afaith in God.
23 For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall notadoubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith.
24 Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye apray, bbelieve that ye receive them, and ye shall have them. (Mark 11)
21 Behold, I say unto you that whoso believeth in Christ, doubting nothing, awhatsoever he shall ask the Father in the name of Christ it shall be granted him; and this bpromise is unto all, even unto the ends of the earth.
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25 And whosoever shall believe in my name, doubting nothing, unto him will I aconfirm all my words, even unto the ends of the earth.
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27 O then despise not, and wonder not, but hearken unto the words of the Lord, and ask the Father in the name of Jesus for what things soever ye shall stand in need. aDoubtnot, but be believing, and begin as in times of old, and bcome unto the Lord with all your cheart, and dwork out your own salvation with fear and trembling before him. (Mormon 9)
6 But let him aask in bfaith, nothing cwavering. For he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed.
7 For let not that man think that he shall receive any thing of the Lord.
8 A adouble minded man is unstable in all his ways.
21 Jesus answered and said unto them, Verily I say unto you, If ye have afaith, and bdoubtnot, ye shall not only do this which is done to the fig tree, but also if ye shall say unto this cmountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; it shall be done.
22 And all athings, whatsoever ye shall bask in cprayer, believing, ye shall receive. (Matthew 21)
3 Now behold ye know that this is true; ... wherefore can ye bdoubt? Let us go up; the Lord is able to cdeliver us... (1 Nephi 4)
37 aBehold the wounds which pierced my side, and also the prints of the bnails in my hands and feet; be faithful, keep my commandments, and ye shall cinherit the dkingdom of heaven. Amen. (D&C 36)
24 Search adiligently, bpray always, and bebelieving, and call things shall work together for your good, if ye walk uprightly and remember the dcovenant wherewith ye have covenanted one with another. (D&C 24)
19 He answereth him, and saith, O faithless generation, how long shall I be with you? how long shall I suffer you? bring him unto me.
20 And they brought him unto him: and when he saw him, straightway the spirit atare him; and he fell on the ground, and wallowed foaming.
21 And he asked his father, How long is it ago since this came unto him? And he said, Of a child.
22 And ofttimes it hath cast him into the fire, and into the waters, to destroy him: but if thou canst do any thing, have acompassion on us, and help us.
23 Jesus said unto him, If thou canst believe, all things areapossible to him that bbelieveth.
24 And straightway the father of the child cried out, and said with tears, Lord, I believe; help thou mine aunbelief. (Mark 9)
28 And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water. 29 And he said, Come. And when Peter was come down out of the ship, he walked on the water, to go to Jesus. 30 But when he saw the wind boisterous, he was aafraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me. 31 And immediately Jesus stretched forth his hand, and caught him, and said unto him, O thou of little afaith, wherefore didst thou bdoubt? (Mathew 14) (Anyone else find it interesting that the wind ceased once they reached the ship? I may have to ponder this some more. Mostly this is a note to remind myself of that fact.)
19 And because of the aknowledge of this man he could not be kept from beholding within the bveil; and he saw the finger of Jesus, which, when he saw, he fell with fear; for he knew that it was the finger of the Lord; and he had cfaith no longer, for he knew, nothing ddoubting.
I've actually lost track of how long I've worked at my new job. I guess that's a good sign? I mean, I still like it, so..
Understandably so, though, there's very little to blog about this job of mine. However, in case something should ever come up, I've now come up with some great nyms for my co-workers:
Flirty: Will apparently turn 19 next month. Incredibly.... flirtatious. If it moves and breathes and speaks in any human language, she'll probably flirt with it. Kind of an air-head, but I think she does it on purpose because it's "cute" (except for the fact that, you know, it's not actually cute). Really nice girl, though. I guess she can't help but act her age. Most people do. And, hey, a lot of quotable things are said when she's around.
Barbie: My age. Blonde and beautiful. Also very brilliant. She used to compete in beauty pageants and described herself as looking like Barbie back in those days, and it's stuck since, well, yesterday when we were talking about it. We've shared many a Meaningful Look with each other over Flirty, mostly during breaks. Also, she's just awesome and funny. (And the one to have invited me to the bonfire I went to, what, last week?)
The Robots: Boss and most people actually call them "The Twins," but they've worked there for so long that they just sort of work on auto-pilot now and tend to have a glazed look about their faces, so Barbie, Flirty, and I have begun to call them The Robots. Sweet girls if you can actually get them to come out of their daze. Robot 1 is actually the one to have trained me the first time.
Puncher: This basically just describes his job. I haven't come up with anything really good for him. Anyway, yesterday I somehow managed to break the Really Big Expensive Machine, and we had a good laugh over it. Very not intimidating because 1) he's engaged, and there's really no reason for a 2 or 3 after the fact of 1.
And then there's my Supervisor. I'm not real sure what to call him, yet. He's just so... quiet. Actually, his real name fits him quite well, but we don't go about practicing giving away identities on this blog, so for now he is just Supervisor.
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For those of you who try to contact me through facebook, you should probably know that I've deactivated my account as of... 30 seconds ago. I have my reasons. So, find me some other way if you need to.
Smell like bonfire. Sick. Am full of marshmallows. Discovered that marshmallows will go hollow on the inside (as opposed to the outside?) if you let them burn long enough. Am very, very sleepy and therefore going to bed. Yes, smelling like smoke. I think I might drown if I tried to take a shower right now.
The other day I was at work, you know? And I was really really thirsty. But I'd finished off my water bottle already (even though it was huge), so I went to the "vending machine" to buy another water bottle and noticed that it was partially frozen. There was fun and tormenting of my coworker with the ice, but then there was having drunk all the water and wondering how I could get the ice out to chew it.
I feel like I was going somewhere with this story.
Oh, yeah. So would it be weird to just, you know, buy a bag of crushed ice at the store next time I'm there so I can eat it?