the strange planet inside my head
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wow. what WAS that??
i know there was a weekend in there somewhere, but i'll be danged if i can find it.
moving really sucks. i don't get any better at it no matter how many times i do it. as a matter of fact, i think i'm getting worse. however, i do find it a relief to say i can fit my world's possessions in one small bedroom. the only furniture i really have is a bed. which is surrounded by about a million boxes. but hey, it all fits.
last night, at the end of a Most Exhausting Day, i didn't bother unpacking or making up a bed, or anything like that. i rolled up in my comforter and passed out on the mattress.
i guess i'm ahead of the story.
****
not too much to it, really. i brought one load over early in the morning, then loaded the car up with the last of it. i waited for Miss M to bring the checks (like she does every two weeks) and she did. we ended up having a very interesting conversation in which i mentioned a friend of mine was subletting out an apartment near Seattle for the summer. i knew Miss M had friends and family in the area (we've talked Seattle a few times) and she got all excited. she told me she could get me a job up there for the summer (in a hotel -- *gulp*) and that she could see me going up there to visit and staying. (she said, it's full of you 'artsy-fartsy' types...heh!)
we have each other's email. who knows?
options open, full speed ahead and damn the torpedos. or something like that.
****
once everyone had their check, it was Hasta La Vista. and without any fanfare, there i was, and there i went.
****
when i got back to Gem's, she was just packing up the last of her stuff and macking wiff her daddy. (FIGURATIVELY, PEOPLE, CHILLAX AND SPARE ME THE EMAILS.) that's when i sent off The Email. in which i sent a copy to Gem, the regional guy, both phucktards and their administrative assistant (who happens to be Miss M.) it was a very honest email.
in minutes, i had a response. thank you, and good-bye, basically, and we wish you the best.
minutes after THAT, the Dancer called me and said they had called her, and told her not to leave the property until they got there. she waited, and they basically told her they wanted her to do what they had asked me (she doesn't know any of the paperwork, at all. not the ordering, the daily ops, none of that) until the new GM arrived on friday.
she said, no. not unless you make me the Front Desk Big Cheese. and a raise.
they said, we can't do that. it's up to the new GM. but if you do this for us, be on call, cover all the shifts, etc., it will look good for you and we will give you a $200 bonus.
she's sticking it out. but, she says, you're right. they are nothing but two Phucktards.
hey. you knew they were snakes when you picked them up.
****
The End.
****
yesterday afternoon was spent saying Bon Voyage to Gem (and wishing her Much Goodness) and picking up puppy poo. Sparky is Not At All Amused at the puppy's antics; she actually will not walk on the same floor. she tries to cruise the rooms using the backs of furniture and various boxes. she hangs out on the back of the couch and sticks out her little kitty tongue at him; "You little phucktard, you can never get me from your lowly position on the floor. Nyah, nyah and I'll kill you if you come one step closer."
he is not cute, to her. he is an alien and must be vigilantly observed, lest he succeed in his nefarious plans to Make Her Like Him.
i tried once to introduce them. it did not go well, and she became so pissed off at me she actually turned her back to me.
if he's in the doorway, she will not leave the room. it's so damned funny.
****
i did a little grocery shopping, and actually cooked a dinner. chicken breasts in a wine and butter sauce, served sliced and still warm over a small spinach salad with feta cheese, croûtons and a delicious honey mustard vinaigrette.
very tasty. and it stayed down and in. VICTORY!
****
after a hot bath for painful bones and muscles, i worked on copy until my eyes crossed and in to bed i went. i woke up several times (new place, no slamming doors or screaming hos) but all-in-all, things are cool.
****
and here it is a new day. the song that just came up on the shuffle is "Gimme More" by Princess Brit.
yeah. i could take more of this.
:)
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
i know there was a weekend in there somewhere, but i'll be danged if i can find it.
moving really sucks. i don't get any better at it no matter how many times i do it. as a matter of fact, i think i'm getting worse. however, i do find it a relief to say i can fit my world's possessions in one small bedroom. the only furniture i really have is a bed. which is surrounded by about a million boxes. but hey, it all fits.
last night, at the end of a Most Exhausting Day, i didn't bother unpacking or making up a bed, or anything like that. i rolled up in my comforter and passed out on the mattress.
i guess i'm ahead of the story.
****
not too much to it, really. i brought one load over early in the morning, then loaded the car up with the last of it. i waited for Miss M to bring the checks (like she does every two weeks) and she did. we ended up having a very interesting conversation in which i mentioned a friend of mine was subletting out an apartment near Seattle for the summer. i knew Miss M had friends and family in the area (we've talked Seattle a few times) and she got all excited. she told me she could get me a job up there for the summer (in a hotel -- *gulp*) and that she could see me going up there to visit and staying. (she said, it's full of you 'artsy-fartsy' types...heh!)
we have each other's email. who knows?
options open, full speed ahead and damn the torpedos. or something like that.
****
once everyone had their check, it was Hasta La Vista. and without any fanfare, there i was, and there i went.
****
when i got back to Gem's, she was just packing up the last of her stuff and macking wiff her daddy. (FIGURATIVELY, PEOPLE, CHILLAX AND SPARE ME THE EMAILS.) that's when i sent off The Email. in which i sent a copy to Gem, the regional guy, both phucktards and their administrative assistant (who happens to be Miss M.) it was a very honest email.
in minutes, i had a response. thank you, and good-bye, basically, and we wish you the best.
minutes after THAT, the Dancer called me and said they had called her, and told her not to leave the property until they got there. she waited, and they basically told her they wanted her to do what they had asked me (she doesn't know any of the paperwork, at all. not the ordering, the daily ops, none of that) until the new GM arrived on friday.
she said, no. not unless you make me the Front Desk Big Cheese. and a raise.
they said, we can't do that. it's up to the new GM. but if you do this for us, be on call, cover all the shifts, etc., it will look good for you and we will give you a $200 bonus.
she's sticking it out. but, she says, you're right. they are nothing but two Phucktards.
hey. you knew they were snakes when you picked them up.
****
The End.
****
yesterday afternoon was spent saying Bon Voyage to Gem (and wishing her Much Goodness) and picking up puppy poo. Sparky is Not At All Amused at the puppy's antics; she actually will not walk on the same floor. she tries to cruise the rooms using the backs of furniture and various boxes. she hangs out on the back of the couch and sticks out her little kitty tongue at him; "You little phucktard, you can never get me from your lowly position on the floor. Nyah, nyah and I'll kill you if you come one step closer."
he is not cute, to her. he is an alien and must be vigilantly observed, lest he succeed in his nefarious plans to Make Her Like Him.
i tried once to introduce them. it did not go well, and she became so pissed off at me she actually turned her back to me.
if he's in the doorway, she will not leave the room. it's so damned funny.
****
i did a little grocery shopping, and actually cooked a dinner. chicken breasts in a wine and butter sauce, served sliced and still warm over a small spinach salad with feta cheese, croûtons and a delicious honey mustard vinaigrette.
very tasty. and it stayed down and in. VICTORY!
****
after a hot bath for painful bones and muscles, i worked on copy until my eyes crossed and in to bed i went. i woke up several times (new place, no slamming doors or screaming hos) but all-in-all, things are cool.
****
and here it is a new day. the song that just came up on the shuffle is "Gimme More" by Princess Brit.
yeah. i could take more of this.
:)
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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