Just got back from work for the evening. Slaved in the bakery today trying to remember everything they taught me… -_- Now to figure out what I’m having for dinner. I’m thinking something Italian.
Learn something new everyday.
So I’ve been planning on making some shirt decals for ironing on my stuff and remembered hey! I have an old bubblejet printer collecting dust. I kept cleaning the printer head over and over again and eventually went to plug it into my system to do a test print only to find that where the port goes on this motherboard is actually a vent for the northbridge…
Good thing there is a print server in the living room I can plug it into. As it is the printer itself is 16 years old, so if I can use the last of the ink for it I can just continue to use the HP printer in the living room via the network, or just invest in my own USB powered printer. I hear they’re pretty cheap for a good one.
Yes… Our evil take over is almost complete.
http://uruobsession.com/forum/index.php … d-funding/
It seems Denny is offering either donations or the database for someone to run on their webspace. Phase one will be Slackers purchasing it and turning it into Slackers Obsession (dedicated to My Little Pony and Cornography). After taking over we can focus on the MystOnline forums. Then finally we can replace each and every one of the forum members with mindless bots and THEN we can… wait a minute. That is the Uru community in a nutshell. I’m going to have to go back to the drawing board on this one.
And then the fail continues.
It seems today my job was to be three people at the same time… I didn’t do TOO badly, but I was still annoyed. In fact I came pretty close to having a cigarette… It just sounded really good. Which is strange because I only smoke once or twice a year.
On a brighter note I am taking some time off from work (about a week) later on in September. I think I owe myself a little break since I’ve been going nonstop balls to the wall insane. And even better they want me to do bread yet again all next week. So basically I’ve been what, a temp for the bread for the last 3 months?
Failures to communicate
It seems tomorrow I will be working someone else’s job for the first time and they didn’t even have the common decency to tell me (yet again). On the bright side it’s a full day, but I wish they could take the time to fucking tell me that they need me, or hell… even ask me if I’m available! If I didn’t look at the schedule before leaving today I wouldn’t have known about the change and I would have gotten in trouble due to their lack of communication skills…
You know, I’m able to be put on my mothers insurance this year without any extra cost to her. I think it might be time to go find another job because I’m finding this shit harder and harder to tolerate. Now the problem is actually finding something else to do in town. If an office job opens up I’d love to jump in on that.
Evening Open Thread
Today I decided to do a couple things that were long overdo. I finished writing my script for the next YCDTOXB that I’ll record my parts for tomorrow, I cleaned up the work area a bit, made some mint tea, reorganized my bookshelf to accommodate my new cookbooks, picked out my after work clothes and some jewelery (since I haven’t really worn anything including makeup ever since I’ve started waking up early. I’ve lacked the energy until today’s caffeine overdose) and of course pulled out some tree incense for snoozing to.
I’ll be on tomorrow sometime for some BSing to the third power plus killing shit.
Oh this is too good…
I had off yesterday because I came in the day before on my day off to cover for someone else. Apparently the very people who asked me to do that forgot to order bread for me since I wasn’t around… Excellent…
Almost like having 2 days off.
Yesterday I didn’t really say much. I literally woke up and heard that I was needed at work due to a couple of sick calls. So today I had off instead because of it. Which was fine by me because I worked into the evening and I had another night of staying up destroying the world.
Ya do what ya gotta do…