Adrift

So I forgot to post yesterday about the insane guy with a JCPenney card.  If he shows up again, I’ll get into more details.

What I really want to talk about is my day today.  It was not fun.  Not from 9:45 AM to 5PM, at least.

First off, there are “goals” that all associates have for getting JCPenney charge card applications (“charge apps” around the office) from customers.  Only, they’re not so much “goals” as “quotas”.  Yeah, you can get away with nothing for a couple weeks.  Which I have.  But now, having done that, I’ve been put on the “zero list”.  Pretty self-explanatory, right?

So, today I come in, and I’m presented with this sheet for making a personal charge app goal, or some such tripe.  Only, I didn’t fill it out.  Someone else had already written in how many I was promising, they just had me fill in my name.  There was no choice in this matter.  I expect I’ll be having a one-on-one talking to at some point in the near future.

But what really takes the cake is that I wasn’t even scheduled for today.  I went out to the store on autopilot, and I was put to work.  Again, I wasn’t given a choice.

Now granted, I was trying to punch in.  But I was doing so as part of “this is my job” and not “I really want to work on my day off”.  So, the same manager who wrote my empty promise for me also said, “That’s okay, we can use you.”

Did it occur to you, madam, that maybe I just came in on the wrong day?  Or that I’d like to sleep?  Or that JCPenney isn’t my life??

I’m seriously thinking about giving my two weeks’ notice.  Hopefully the Dunkin’ Donuts/Baskin Robins needs people for the midnight shift…that would be awesome…

And, while I’m being ranty, I’d like to announce that I’m going to do something totally selfish tonight: I’m going to get rid of my Maple Story account — without telling my ‘buddies’ in game.  I mean, I already tried, and the person I talked to didn’t get it.  So now, I must do this for me.

On a different note, I went grocery shopping!  And ate an orange!  Joy!

Also, there are too many games vying for my attention.  Radiata Stories, Dragon Quest VIII, Vagrant Story, Final Fantasy Tactics…I want to play them all!  So much to do, so little time…

I have come to a realization: I am a creature of reaction.  Yeah, I have spurts of creativity and initiative, but I mainly respond to people’s input.

Is this a failing?  Am I too pathetic to make something for myself?  I mean, I haven’t worked on my book in…what is it, months?  I haven’t called the LAS advisor people to set up an appointment yet.  I wasn’t even doing much to help around the house until I was given the directive to make sure the dishwasher was emptied of clean things.  Which I think I’ve been doing a pretty good job of.

But might not have done so had I not been told to.  Heck, if someone said, “Time to brush your teeth,” I’d probably be in better dental shape than I am now.

This is probably why I feel fearful and anxious when I try to think about my life too far into the future.

Anyways, on a mostly different note, Heroes of Ivalice is almost begun!!  I am so getting up at seven so as to roll up my character at eight.

It’s a good thing I stayed up until 5:30 AM writing Arylin’s bio last night.

-Adieu

Edit2: Oy, forgot about attachments.

 Arylin’s Bio

I had been thinking about sharing some things that had irked me, today and previously.  But, after reading Bahiyyih’s latest post, I just can’t do it.  Sully the day for celebrating all you wonderful bringers of life?!  For shame!

No, I’ll rain on a cloudy day.  For now, happy Mother’s Day.  Oh, and I have somethin’ for you, my dearest, favoritest mom.  I just, y’know, have to give it to you…when I see you next…

As a side note, following the trend of abbreviating holidays (i.e: B-day, M-day), would that make the Day of the Dead D-day…?

Yeah, I’m going through another period of feeling worthless.  It comes and goes.  Kinda like consciousness.

Oh, I also wanted to say that heavy whipping cream past its due date is scary.  I know this because yesterday I experienced just that.  Fortunately, I only smelled it and poured it on my corn puffs before decreeing it inedible (in my head).

But seriously, it smelled awful.  Like evil, revengeanceful paint.

PS: I am a horrible, horrible person for laughing at this.  Hysterically.

PPS: These too.

Wow, I’ve fallen pretty far from my post-a-day ideal, huh?  Well, my excuse is getting a ton of furniture and having my room in a shambles for the weekend.

And finding out that Dragon Quest VIII, which had been sitting in my room unopened, is actually a really fun game.

And addictive…>_>

Edit: Thought I posted this yesterday…ah well.  In any case, my Emigrant Direct account is now official!  And it’s already earned some interest!!  Woo-hoo!!!

*Ahem*  DQ VIII still continues to be habit-forming.  Although there are some certain aspects that I still disapprove of.  I won’t get into any details, but suffice it to say that it’s no revolutionary in its treatment of women.

Here’s one thought I’ve had while playing DQ VIII: “Mmm, shenanigans…”

Huh.  I had thought the Video Game posts and the “Daily” posts would be separated, but apparently not.  To those of you who don’t share my gaming enthusiasm…it’s not required reading.

Anywho, I’m planning on putting in an application to County Market for an overnight stocking job.  That sounds like uber fun to me.  I would be so happy to get that position…but then I don’t know what I’d do about college.  I suppose I could always try working while taking classes…choices, choices…

Well, I have my immediate future relatively well-planned out.  I’m going to try to pick out some devotions for tomorrow.  In fact, as soon as I turn off the Lappy, I’ll ask Billy about borrowing prayer books.  The actual choosing will have to wait until tomorrow, however; I need to sleep tonight.

But not before I relate this one experience.  I don’t know why I feel the need to narrate this, but here it is.

I remember this one time I was taken to Great America.  It was, of course, a blast to ride all the roller-coasters I could.  In the line leading to the…Whizzer, maybe?  I remember Wizard, but it was later proven to me that it doesn’t exist…regardless, I got bored waiting in this line.  So I started looking around at things, and ended up seeing this odd bulge in the back pocket of the jeans the guy in front of us (my father and I).  Curious.

So I reached out and grabbed the thing in his pocket.  It was a purely logical line of reasoning: I see something, I want to know what it is, I get it.  Looking back on it now, I’m a bit shocked at the lack of awareness of personal boundaries.

It turned out to be his wallet.  Not knowing what a wallet was, I asked dad about it.  I don’t remember his exact reaction, but I’m pretty sure he was taken by surprise.

I leave you with a Billy quote: “So, assume a spherical cow…”

Windows Media Player is a dangerous tool.  Especially when mixed with HoI.  Jeez, almost 3 AM and I still haven’t brushed my teeth…

Nothing deep tonight I’m afraid.  Sleep well all, whenever that may occur.

On HoI, I posted in the music thread basically the same message I had a few posts back.  Expanding musical horizons, band suggestions, etc.

I have learned this from the responses: Be careful when you ask for advice; you might get a bit more than you bargained for.

I got a lot of suggestions (there are a freaking ton of rock bands in existence), along with both an appraisal and disapproval of my choices from the initial responder.  He told me to stop liking Evanescence because it was too angsty.

Yeah, sorry, but no.  It’s not really something I can turn on and off.  And maybe I want to feel angsty sometimes.  Ever think of that?  Eh?

Yeah, his personality is a bit more…assuming than I’m comfortable with.  He kinda gets on my nerves.

Anyways…Night all.

Edit: And maybe the length of Dream Theater’s songs is part of what makes them cool!  Y’know, so they’re more like art rather than 3 minute jingles!…too drawn out…*grumblegrumble*…don’t appreciate…*mutter*…

I made a fire today.  It was a grand pillar, only made possible due to the assistance of my lovely nieces Georgia and Maya.

Of course, there was a point to making this particular fire, outside of burning things.  Rather, the objective was to burn a specific set of things through the combustion of other, more natural things.

Let me simply say that there are fewer blank pieces of paper in the Bakery.

In other news, the Customer From Hell visited work today, and he decided to check out at my register.  So your mother worked for the company for 25 years, is a lifetime associate, and holds some shares of stock.  That’s great.  That does not, however, give you the right to complain and yell and treat people like absolute trash to get what you want, aka, “money”.

He didn’t yell at me, per se, but he sure chewed out my manager.  “Don’t say another word to me,” he said, “Just give me my money so I can get out of here and never come back.”

There is no excuse for that.  Especially since your mom paid for it with her credit card, thus entitling you to a gift card.  If she really did work here for 25 years, then I’m sure she’d respect what’s known around here as store policy.

Ugh.  Such injustice…ugh.  I’mma stop spewing poison now; probably doesn’t help anybody.

Let’s see, ending note, positive ending note, what can I…oh!  I took steps to create a savings account with EmigrantDirect so as to put my money to work.  $3,000 dollars transferred to Chicago in the blink of an eye…pretty crazy.

Well, as soon as it’s official, anyway.  Hopefully it’ll be useful in the long run.

So, back in the ‘Bana.  Yee-up.  That’s me…

Oh, I guess it would be interesting to know that I have applied for a receptionist position at the Volition offices in Champaign-Urbana via the internet.  We’ll see where that road leads.

And, because I said I would, a couple quotes from the Bakery:

Maya – “Are you made of not sleeping?”

Georgia – “And there’s plenty of chocolate in space!”