meej: (uptight)
The new boss so far seems pretty awesome. He used to run ultramarathons! He was telling me about his last one and I was thinking, that is far too hardcore for me. His significant other is a dance major and she is pretty ripping awesome; I like seeing her around the store more often.

I have been stupidly exhausted for the past four days. As usual I am not eating correctly or sleeping enough, and so I cannot work out, and so I feel like a barebones of a meej, when in fact I am a doughy poof of a meej, and then this mentally and emotionally exhausts me, so I get nightmares like last night, in which first bad things happened to the guppy, and then I got Greyspell pondering how he was going to kill himself: walling himself up Amontillado style to starve to death, or having a silver demon nail him to a chair and then hit him in the face with a maul.

It's pretty much bullcrap, is what it is, and I am deathly tired of not feeling like myself. I'm not sure what to do about it, but I think that having five days off in a row will help, enormously.

During these five days I will not hold myself to pressure to write, to work out, to log into games, to crunch at tasks. I will purge my mind of the tiny little poison-wells, and I am going to hug the HELL out of that gup, who is now TWO YEARS OLD, come Saturday.

At some point I will rediscover the fine art of punctuating sentences as if the speaker had some sort of clue as to proper breathing.

NOT TODAY, BUCKO.
meej: (awesome)
Via Manly Man Training.

I don't really plan to have a son, but gups will benefit from this wisdom.

Also, I'm still not smart enough for Tumblr.

HOWEVER, THIS MORNING, I MADE THE BEST POT OF COFFEE KNOWN TO MANKIND.
meej: (Default)
So recently I did some stuff, and under that broad heading falls:

- informed bossmans I wanted in on this management gig;
- almost immediately reconsidered in light of how he treats his two current shift supervisors, but TOO LATE NOW: I can only GO FORWARD and maintain my moral rectitude (quit giggling);
- figured out some important things about half-marathons and why I won't be running one this year;
- clapped for that adorable guppy as she toddled at a sprint;
- gave up drinking caffeine after noon for the sixteenth straight day (NEXT STEP: ONLY ONE CUP OF COFFEE A DAY, baby steps baby steps baby steps);
and
- finally wrote some damn words.

They weren't good words, they weren't well-flowing words, they weren't genius is what I'm getting at, but they happened.

Also, BREWMASTER ARANRUTH. Ruth is so cute, but she seriously needs new shoulders.
meej: (weekly.updates)
I run and work and gup! I haven't done much else of note lately. "Not done much of note" is probably going on my tombstone, but I am slowly making peace with the fact that not everyone is brilliant or breadwinsome, and someone had to make Marie Curie's coffee. .. oh crap it was probably her, in between INVENTING SCIENCE and writing Tesla fanfiction.

Man! I could write the HELL out of Tesla fanfiction! ... For Nikola Tesla. Not the metal band. Oh man I'd write about him being IN THE BAND.

THIS IS ACTUALLY IMPORTANT, NOT JUST AS RELATES TO A MEEJ: West Memphis 3!
meej: Kara Thrace: full of delight. (hearty yawps!)
Actually, it was a Starbucks.

My tiny brother is driving cross country with his buddyroos, Justin and Nick, to take Justin to his new job and home in Chicago. They deviated to come see their other friend Richard, and on their way they came to see me!

Unfortunately they all suffer from Unabletoplanitis, endemic among college students, so we were only able to line up ducks sufficiently for them to spend an hour with me, but hey, there was coffee and he looked adorable and my co-workers felt that all three are wicked hot, and I was all LOL THEY ARE TINY YOUNG TWENTY-SOMETHINGS, HANDS OFF YOU COUGAR WENCHES.

I am glad to have seen them. But the Boy could still stand to check in on his Words With Friends games more often.
meej: (shocked.and.appalled)
even more so in comparison to the subject of the Chick Tract that someone left me as a tip yesterday.

EXCELSIOR

Jul. 25th, 2011 10:05 am
meej: (hardcore)
I was scared about my planned run on Thursday, that being a five-mile run with two miles at tempo pace. My average pace has been a 9:20 mile for the past month or so, and a tempo pace is supposed to be race-pace, which - for me - is about an 8:25.

But yesterday was a five-mile easy run, and I ran it at 44:10, counting the ten seconds I jogged in place to wait for a car.

SO APPARENTLY I CAN DO ALMOST TEMPO-PACE WITHOUT EVEN TRYING, and now I am JAZZED for Thursday.

Work continues unabated. Ten consecutive days without a day off seems a trifle excessive to me. I am hoping that drama goes down after the all-management meeting on Sunday (THREE HOURS of all bossmans and a bosslady). Much hollering, much clearing of the air, address given to the senior bossmans occasionally using his shift to take a nap in the back while there are only two harried baristas to take care of the entire morning shift. I am so glad that I didn't have to be the one to say that.

All of our pets are SUPER RETARDED and SUPER ANNOYING lately. I understand that this is because it is ungodly hot and they are suffering from an abundance of fur, but still, GET OFF ME, I DO NOT WANT YOUR LOVE, IT IS TOO FLIPPIN HOT.

My guppy, she is ten months old. <3 Soon she will be a whole year. I cannot remember life without this tiny human. It must've been pretty lame.

WIN.

Jul. 21st, 2011 06:08 pm
meej: (hardcore)
I got up at 4:30 this morning to run five miles, before the ungodly heat could dissuade me.

I am a winner and I can do whatever I want if I set my mind to it.

Of course, now I will know that I am capable of getting up and putting on the big runner panties should I need to, so any excuse to the contrary will be rightly written off as "being a pussy".

I am pretty tired, nonetheless. I am working steady shifts from this last Tuesday until next Friday, which is pretty much eighty hours. I feel bad whining about it when I know people with office jobs who work exactly that much every two weeks and don't even consider it a THING, but I can't help feeling it's slightly different with shift work, as it's always sliding your days around.

Further worktiems drama! I'd hoped we were over this. APPARENTLY NOT.

That gup! So cute, that gup! Her new favorite game is YELL AND THEN GIGGLE. <3
meej: (PRODUCTIVE)
- ran
- worked for nine hours
- washed some dishes
- PROMOTED SYNERGY
- wrote four letters
- worried about religion and wondered about spirituality for like an hour
- read the hell out of Kindle!A Dance of Dragons.

I STILL LIKE STANNIS BARATHEON. DEAL WITH IT.

Some of my co-workers and I have been discussing the fact that aprontiems is not as fun as it used to be. It would TOTALLY be fun again if we just hired some more people @_@ getting slammed all the time is not as fun as you'd think it would be.

TOMORROW I WORK AGAIN, AND THEN I AM TOTALLY GOING TO HAVE TWO DAYS OFF AND SEE IF I CAN BE CREATIVE
meej: (PRODUCTIVE)
- LAUNDRY oh god how can I be out of clean socks HOW
- five posts for PW and four for BoP
- work out!
- vacuum around the cat box, why are cats such orful little pie-fillings WHY
- watch Ladyhawke.

So I had my six-month review at aprontiems (really more like a 10.5 month review, we are slightly behind at our store). Bossmans says I am awesome. I TOTALLY AM. I got a raise! I plan to use this money to buy a plane ticket for to see my high school BFF get married in June. I take my vacations around the celebrations of others. Meanwhile, my brother and sister are in Thailand (what), thence Bali (what). They are staying at a Holiday Inn (WHAT).

I bellowed "WHAT THE HELL, SOUTHWEST ASIA TOUR???" at my mother over the telephone when I was informed of this. She said reasonably that if I kept up with the facebooks I would know about this already. It's a sorry day when I have to learn that Boy and Bee are OUT OF THE FLIPPIN HEMISPHERE on the FACEBOOKS.

Last night I got to play realtime RP with some grown-ups. Greyspell told a story to a death knight and saw his garden. It's a DEATH KNIGHT's GARDEN. There is something very wrong with this picture! It was fun; the guppy tried to help by sitting on my lap and beating her tiny hands against the keyboard. This did not help Greyspell's reputation as an uptight upright erudite stillness-smith to have random strings of gibberish and spacebar-jumping. Gup so cute. <3

I am trying to write, but my brain is stupid. I keep mixing up bits of metallurgy and glass-crafting with political subplots, and I keep thinking that if I were Guy Gavriel Kay I could come up with some lovely conceit to liken Thalassian/Horde politics with stained glass, BUT NO, IT JUST SITS THERE LUMPENLY LIKE GLASSBLOWERS' HICCUPS.

I read a book called Liar by Justine Larbalastier. I am still thinking about it. It is one of those where I cannot say definitively that I liked it, but I read the entire thing in one day and I'm STILL thinking about it. A good choice. I may reread to see if I actually enjoy it as opposed to being jump-started by it.
meej: (science!)
a) I had turned on the TV for background noise while I did a few chores, and gradually I became aware that House was on. (Is it just House or House, M.D.?)

b) PARTHENOGENESIS. What.

c) Perhaps I caught him on a good day, but the bits and scraps I heard did not make House as much of a dick as have been reported.

I'd still rather watch Scrubs.

At the moment, I'm reading Kristin Cashore's Graceling, another of the YA fantasies. So far it's fairly engaging. It's in third-person, which puts it slightly ahead of Maria Snyder's Poison Study (which disappointed me so much with its rapid series decay; the first book was amazing, and then the second book was a bit whiffy, and the third book was outright heroine worship, and then she wrote a bunch of books about glass that ought to have snatched me right up because GLASS, RIGHT????, and yet it was nothing but hurt-comfort blergh).

I'm still working what I believe to be too much, and I'm trying to convince myself I'm just being a baby about it.

GUP: SO CUTE. <3
meej: (Default)
Name a female character I have ever written (or one I haven't and you think I can!) and I will attempt a drabble about her.

If you give me a keyword, lyric, or picture I will use it if it sparks something for me.


Stolen, of course, from [personal profile] nextian.

In other news, I have a NEW APRON, so together with the one that friend Z gave me, I am sitting pretty on a week's worth of barista coverings.

There are some new pastries. A friendly tip: do not eat the red velvet whoopie pies. They are like hockey pucks of pure red-dyed sugar. Ugh.

The salted caramel squares, on the other hand, are pretty flippin addictive.
meej: (weekly.updates)
JESUS HE KNOWS ME!
AND HE
KNOWS!
I'M!
RIGHT!
I BEEN TALKIN TO JESUS!
ALL!
MY!
LIFE!

*bop bop bop bop booooooop*

I'D TELL YOU HOW MY DAY WENT, BUT I SUSPECT YOU KNOW ALREADY THAT WHEN I'M DRIVEN TO MY BEST OF GENESIS, IT WAS ONE HELL OF A RIDE
meej: Lok'tar ogar, bitches. (for.the.horde)
Today in the middle of work (actually in the middling of constructing a cappuccino), I had a sceneflash of something that I am going to have to write about Shadowmoon Valley and the current Sunfury stationed there, simply because there is a line about Greyspell that I think is awesome.

THE CAPPUCCINO ALSO TURNED OUT WELL!
meej: Carlton Lassiter gets so tired sometimes. (tired)
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part One) is charming and I have more thoughts; I will show you them later.
- Man ALIVE I am getting fierce with my running; I can keep an 8:05 mile for four miles. Now to prove it for the Meowathon tomorrow. I'm racing Ali, you guys, and SHE WILL WIN.
- I have worked for the past nine days. I am looking forward to my three days off. I will write, and gupcuddle, and run!!!, and drink BEER.
- I will also um watch more Voltron and She-Ra. Cal and I discovered that the entire series are available on Netflix. It is so humiliating how much of the pertinent mythos I recall without prodding.

and

- Tiny paladin is 74 (in two more quests), and I am so not interested in doing quests for Koltira "Whiny" Deathweaver, as I believe I have gone on record stating that I loathe all death knights neither a) my friends nor b) Thassarian.

This goes double for Koltira, whose name I rather like as a collection of sounds, and of whom, therefore, I had higher standards.
meej: (intense espresso)
No.

Today there was a large meeting training wossname at my place of business. The district manager was there. I think he thinks I'm a bit of a stupe, but on the other hand, the reason I did not participate in the training seminar yet is because bossmans said that my skillz were such that they would save my training for last on the grounds (... hee) that my coffee was adequate without having emergency training. That is good, I suppose; there is merit in being at least competent in everything you do, no matter how humble. BEFORE ENLIGHTENMENT, CHOP WOOD, POUR WATER; AFTER ENLIGHTENMENT, CHOP WOOD, POUR WATER, AMIRITE?

I finished reading Heart Shaped Box. It deeply satisfied me, as a ghost story, as a love story, as a mystery, and as a psychological chest of horrors and skeeve. I noted a shout-out to one of his daddy's books, when Jude faces the same dilemma as Eddie Dean in regards to drawn doors.

I did not run today. I worked out, and my shoulders are pleasingly aching, but I didn't run, and I'm feeling that, a little. Tomorrow I will run after work, and I will try to run as fast as I can for three point one miles, so that on Thursday I can run a little slower for six miles. :D

I have so many things to write, and so many night elves to slay, and two more yellow black-banded blocks to knit. TWO! MORE!
meej: (weekly.updates)
This is the first morning I haven't had a full or double shift in a week, and I'm not quite sure of what to do with myself. I did some chores (as usual, the cats all poop far too much, lazy little mogs that they are) and sorted through some correspondence (my father sends me weekly letters that he writes every Monday morning, and I try to return the favor), and now I have coffee, a full purring dishwasher, and a full humming clothesdryer.

The full and double shifts are a direct result of two facts:

a) I am a good and reliable worker;
and
b) I am a sucker who agrees to take extra shifts to cover for someone.

B is, in turn, a result of two things:

i) I am a sucker;
and
ii) Soon there will be a tiny guppy goddaughter born, and when she is finally on the scene, I will possibly have to call a co-worker and demand that someone come in to cover the remainder of my shift so I can be at the hospital to hold gupmother's hand and reassure her that she should not kill her spouse for putting her through this! Pat pat pat pat. Then I will hold my goddaughter when she is a ridiculous red radish, and beam fatuously into her grumpy wee face, and tell her truthfully that she is the most beautiful little girl in the whole world!

I do have quite a few writing projects to catch up on (I've owed an Abaddon post since EASTER, and I've been writing Tiki and Greyspell in the Barrens for ... since Walks began Rubeus!), and now I've got another one. Livejournal, I am informed by reliable sources (Cal), has finally gone completely insane. Well, I knew that was coming. I had long since deleted my first Livejournal, and a few years back I deleted my replacement LJ due to drama and woe. I've had a good time here at DW, but I kept a single LJ for purposes of story archives and for keeping up with the few LJ people who didn't transfer here, and who still spoke to me (a surprisingly small Venn overlap). This LJ was for Greyspell, and was begun for an RP dressing-room writing community Lyn told me about. The writing community went defunct when most of the players went elsewhere (having finally perfected their characters?), but I kept the LJ as an archive, and filled it in with some of Greyspell's blog posts from another site. The blogs were fun to write, I guess, but I always felt uncomfortable posting his journal entries in public because he is a ridiculously private person.

In any case, I might spend the morning grabbing up all of those stories and blog posts, and dumping them under - respectively - 'wow.fic' and 'pedantic soliloquoys' tags here, so I can delete that last remaining LJ.

Of course, I could also catch up on all of my emails. I have another entry cooking about how I always feel guilty leaving emails unanswered to write journal entries. SO HARD TO BE A WORKING ADULT WITH CHORES.

Oh! And ALSO. Tattoo happens on Friday. :D I am all in a flather and a tizzy, because the ink I want is Elu Thingol's badge (you may recognize it as my default user icon), but I cannot find a decent representation of it on the entire Internets, and I'd like to have something better for Vanessa to work with than "Hello I am a GIF pixelation with the wrong palette" for something that is going to be permanently displayed on my foxy sculpted shoulder.

:D

Jul. 1st, 2010 02:58 pm
meej: (intense espresso)
God I love my job.

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