Triss' Treasures

here again for you my banjo

2009-08-06T21:38:00.001-07:00

I've realized... by playing FFXI still. Hopping servers left and right whenever a relationship went wrong.

what.. did i realize i realized that no one will ever be as good as you. i think the only thing i'd change about you is i'd like it if you were actuall devoted to me and it wasn't just a facade. i'm still tricked into thinking that you loved me you truly loved me and there's no one else to compare.

my mind is shrinking out of my head as i type this so excuse any inconsistencies with reality. it's always been you forever since before when you <3'd your way into my heart it's always always been you and probably will be forever and ever and ever. i keep thinking about you and only you. through every relationship you're always there, and not in the back of my mind in the front right there next to whatever douchebag i'm with this week or that week.

Some things.

2009-02-17T21:16:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow I'm shopping for stuff and picking up any mail that's at the post office.
I still have his picture on my computer, so I look at it often. I miss him. I miss seeing his face almost every day. If I wasn't in the relationship things probably could have worked out, as screwed up as that sounds. I really, really miss him.

Not Ready Yet

2009-02-17T07:21:00.000-08:00

I really am a coward... stupid hotmail has a 'what your friends are up to' thing pop up right as you log in to your hotmail account, and of course my ex was listed right at the top there -.- he was just "resting" and then "gone to work" but still.. my hands were shaking and my stomach is still achy from just that ;_;

Now my head's filling with all these thoughts "just what was he resting from!?" and "oh so he's just back to a normal schedule he's not even affected by this break up" and i got that stupid urge to call him and say something like "you're happy to be rid of me, huh?"

...........but... I can't do that anymore. i told him i'd stop bothering him and i'm going to stick to that. the ball has been in his court for a month now and all i can gather from all this is that he's better off without me.

It makes me sad, but as long as he's happy I'll be alright.

Even if he's dumb, you're loved.

2009-02-14T19:44:00.001-08:00

Red Garden: Dead Girls sucks. One line from it was great but the rest was just really sucky. Sucks.

My birthday party is the 21st, since I'm turning 21. It's just an at-home party with some of my friends and family and there's games and stuff.

I sent back his stuff a couple of weeks ago, so hopefully my stuff is at the post office now. I felt a little better putting the note with my feelings on it in the box just before I taped it up. It was like I was sending the feelings I have for him back to him.

However... as valentine's day came I played with a few thoughts since I was getting more and more depressed as the hours dwindled down to one of the loneliest days of the year. I didn't get any word from him. Of course not, why would I? We're broken up. One of my thoughts was I'd txt him or call him and tell him to come get me on valentine's day. I wouldn't say anything else to him but I was planning on killing myself if he didn't show up. About an hour later I came to the conclusion that that was crazy. Yeah, it took an hour. I'm not perfect.
Another thought was going to visit him, a friend of mine said I should do it, so this was a little less crazy. But I don't think I could face seeing him with another girl or hearing he was out and stuff... I mean I still don't go on facebook because of all this. I'm such a coward >.>;;

It should be getting better, but it isn't.

Done.

2009-01-23T22:55:00.001-08:00

It looks like he's over me.

Picking up the phone just to hang up on me... clever. Hurtful.

"Night and day at the end of the day, all day and so every day
I scream even in my dreams I want to become happy"

I hope you're satisfied.

Ahh..

2009-01-20T04:20:00.000-08:00

What can I say? I'm shipping out his things this week. I think I'm going to put a letter to him inside it, too. I've been having those urges to call him again for a third time but I've restrained myself just barely. I miss him.

I've been racking my brain: do I need closure? Did I do something terrible that he isn't telling me?

I really don't know what happened I guess. Was there any more I could have done? Maybe I was getting fat or something, I was eating a lot more. Really..I really don't know.

I didn't want this. I didn't want to be single again. I wanted him to appreciate me and love me so much I could die.

Yield

2009-01-13T01:14:00.000-08:00

I've been doing pretty good. I'm having nightly breakdowns but besides that..during the day I'm fine for the most part. He's constantly on my mind, though. Right now I'm in that phase where I'm bitter towards couples, and hate everyone who's in a relationship.

I had a double dose of it tonight! The thing that hurt me most about what happened with banjo came up tonight when the LS leaders of the LS i'm in on ffxi were planning their in game wedding. banjo thought even that was too much of a commitment after so many years..

And about Vu? I didn't want to marry him so soon but he just kept going on and on about how I'm scaring him off talking about our future. If he didn't want me to talk about the future w/ him then why did he get mad when I wasn't sure if there was a future with him towards the end?

I turn over each fight in my head. I've sent whole conversations to practical strangers, people I pretty much just met and they all tell me the same thing: he's a manipulative jerk. I keep thinking "what did i do wrong?" and I come back with nothing. I tried my hardest and I don't even know why I'm so hung up on this guy still.. he obviously doesn't want me and when he did he never once tried to make me happy.

If I had one friend who I could talk all of this out with, I don't think I'd feel like I had to type on this stupid thing.

I feel dumb. I don't want someone who doesn't want me. I don't want someone who doesn't want me.

right?

Subtle..

2009-01-11T23:22:00.000-08:00

It's been almost a week now. I guess he doesn't want me back. Seems he's doing fine without me.

Wish I could say the same.

Did we?

2009-01-11T01:01:00.000-08:00

I couldn't sleep again tonight. I know he's off having a great fun time doing whatever with whoever. I can't stop thinking about how much fun he's having and how he's laughing or who he's with and where he's out at and how little he's thinking of me. I'm hurt, jealous, sad, and even angry. Part of me isn't surprised.. he JUST did this to me a couple of weeks ago.

It didn't matter that I didn't want to break up. We couldn't work on it because HE didn't want to. He is the one who didn't want a relationship.

Then why am I still up so late crying all the time? Shouldn't I be out having fun too? Shouldn't I stop thinking about him and get on with my life?

Everything is sinking in so fast that it's overwhelming my heart :(

First..

2009-01-10T22:19:00.000-08:00

First weekend in a long time I've spent without him. I miss him. He said he missed me too but that's nothing to hold on to I suppose. I mean he misses me, so what? Lots of people miss me when I'm out of there lives but they just end up remembering why they left about five minutes into another conversation with me.

I don't want to let go yet...I can't face it..

Hmms

2009-01-09T22:44:00.001-08:00

I find myself still waiting for him to e-mail me or call me telling me he wants me back. I guess I'm still in that phase...
But.. it doesn't matter..

It's frustrating that I can't tell him how everywhere I look there's something that reminds me of him, of us. It hurts in waves: it's a relief when it pulls back and I can breathe again. I wonder things like "why wasn't I good enough?" because if I was worth being with would he have made an effort? we broke up and i feel like i could have done something more but i'm at a road block. what could i have done? didn't i do enough? i felt like it was just a one way street and yet it's as if there's a hole in my heart.

I can't part with him just yet.

Thrown out?

2009-01-08T09:50:00.000-08:00

Can't go on facebook anymore.. too afraid to see his profile. I don't want to face it that we broke up. I'm alone but wasn't I alone when I was with him? Well..I don't know.

I changed servers on ffxi again because even though ffxi isn't as important to him as it is to me he decided to stay on the server. Like I want to worry about what time we're on.. if he's on or not. He's hurt me enough through that game I couldn't take it.

I called him after I went out the other night and he just treated me like shit again so I'm done.. completely done I've had enough of his bullshit. I didn't deserve how he treated me through our relationship. I had to forgive him for the times he hurt me yet he couldn't let one thing go... but that would mean that he couldn't argue back at me when we fought. If i brought something up that bothered me he'd turn it right around and start listing off all the bad things I "did" to him.

Then he had the nerve to complain that I wasn't being fair to him when I didn't want him to go on FFXI until I was OK with the game. "Not fair"? I was speechless. Was he really that self obsessed that he couldn't see that he had never once been fair to me? I'm tired it's 3 AM and I still had to wait an hour and a half to spend any time with him at ALL on new years. He broke up with me on christmas eve then tried telling me it wasn't christmas eve. If i ever brought something up that I didn't like that he did or whatever he would fight with me until he was tired of fighting and then break up with me.

If I could have just put up with him and didn't have this silly thing called self respect and the knowledge that I deserve to be happy it could have worked.

Then again, if he put any effort into making the relationship better at all it would have worked for sure.

Abandoned.

2008-12-24T14:07:00.000-08:00

I'm feeling really helpless right now.
What can I do? I don't think he'll call me or come get me. I think I spoke to him for the last time today, and every time I remember that I start crying again. He wants time, so I'll leave him alone and I said that to him..but now he will think I don't want to be with him. I sat here begging and crying for him to come pick me up and to not put me through this and he'll forget all of that.

I won't go on MSN anymore, and I'm afraid to check my e-mail. I don't think I asked him to only call me. I think I'm worth more than an e-mail or an IM to break up with. I don't know if I can ever forgive him for putting me through this. It's not fair to me, what he's doing. But he'll never see it that way. He won't see how unfair he's treated me today and always and take something positive from it, he'll just use it to fuel his wanting to break it off with me.

There's nothing I can do but all I do is think about it. I can't sleep and eating and drinking makes me sick to my stomach. I want to sleep and wake up and have him here but that's just...that wouldn't happen. It's christmas eve and he's out watching a movie and eating out with his friend and laughing and having fun while he left me here crying and heartbroken.

Why doesn't he care? What do I do? I'm so angry and hurt... I'm all alone in this.

I think I'm going to resent him for going out and having fun while he's doing this to me. There's no respect or love or compassion for me in this relationship.

And here I am waiting for him to decide if we're going to be together or not... what has happened to me?

I'm just cycling through all of this.. I'm mad then I'm sad then I'm upset...and he'll never be sorry for this. He couldn't be sorry enough.

My torn out heart, let it dance now

2008-11-23T15:11:00.001-08:00

Dir en grey concert. Was. FULLY AWESOME.

I wouldn't have believed it if i hadn't seen/heard it myself... That's entirely his "unplugged" voice for the new version of AGITATED SCREAMS.

Also.. he's sexy when he dances. My god... if I wasn't sure I was straight before I am now...

holy hell.... Kyo <3

Hmm

2008-10-28T09:59:00.000-07:00

Hey, shitheads!

2008-10-11T09:11:00.000-07:00

I'm an american living in canada for a very temporary amount of time.
As all of you (two people) know, I am a very observant person.

Stores close 15-20 minutes before their hours say they close.
Nothing is open on sunday. Not even walmart.
Every fucking asshole canadian has to be right in some minuscule way, so you have to watch how you say things. Every word out of your mouth will be raped and pulled apart by these fuckheads just to turn it into an argument so they can win it.

Me>> The sky is really blue today! *smile*
AssholeCanadian>> Naah, it's more of a greyish blue.

you seriously have to fight about that? there's a word for how these assholes say things, but I just call it rude.

it's rude to be so god damn argumentative 24/7. It's rude to fucking interrupt someone before they're done talking and go on and on about how "oh not ALL of them are like that" or how "not EVERYTHING is like that" even though I never used "all" or "everything" anywhere near the god damn sentence.

These assholes don't fucking let me explain a sentence after it comes out of my mouth so they pounce all over me for saying it. Fuck you.

These shit heads talk about america and it's politics and it's economy and it's history like it 1. concerns them, and 2. makes a fucking difference to us.

Americans like the universal health care shit canada has, and maybe the drinking age, but that's about it.

These fuck heads are idiots. Moronic pieces of shit that rival my immense hatred of christians.

Seriously, I just saw the family guy episode "I Dream of Jesus" and it's not lookin' too bad.

But everyone called her kitten.

2008-10-09T10:37:00.000-07:00

Tuesday morning I awoke with a sore throat and a high fever. I'm assuming it was a high fever because it was 30 degrees in my room and I was sweating by just laying there barely under one blanket.
My school has a doctor's office in it, so I went down there..

Me>> I need to see a doctor.
Secretary>> Are you a student?
Me>> ...Yes..
Secretary>> Ok you'll have to wait, we don't take walk-ins until 11 AM.

I look around at the two older people sitting in the waiting room and one guy with the sniffles sitting across from them. A genuine hub-bub of activity.

Me>> Alright, if I'm late for class can I get a note?
Secretary>> Yes, it costs 10 dollars.

I pull down my glasses a little to look at her, for dramatic effect.

Me>> You serious?

So I'm cussing my way back up to class, and I'm really lucky I only passed two heroin addicts and some guy who probably just speaks french otherwise I could be in a whole world of shit right now. The ramblings I was on in my fever-rant compared to only what I can assume looked like that guy on Dead Like Me was sounding like just before he shot up his workplace.

So I could have mono, I could have strep. But meh, who cares, right? Fucking canadians.

Also...I love how they think Americans are wrong with celebrating Thanksgiving when we do.

"Oh, right, because english pilgrims went to CANADA to go play hockey and fuck around with the frenchies up here"

fucking MORONIC canadians.

New Apartment

2008-09-27T14:06:00.000-07:00

I'm finally moved in to my new apartment. We started at like 10:40 AM, and I'm finally done setting up and able to relax at like 4:50 PM.

We're doing a Family Guy marathon (watching the only season I own at the moment) when my roomie gets back with her boyfriend..they're picking up chinese food on the way home (and no I don't mean crack)

Anyways...

*^^* It's soooo spacious!!! Like.. I have room for everything I brought. I have this huuuge open space right next to my bed I'm so happy :)

I bought Uroboros last night... the CD digi w/ DVD. It was only 18$ including tax and it was free shipping. I need to replenish my bank account soon ;-;

I wouldn't have bought it now except that Dir en grey's official myspace is going to hold a contest and the only way I can have a shot at winning is if I have a receipt from buying one of the packs. I really wanted the 52$ pack that had a t-shirt and tons of cool stuff with it but I can't afford that ;_;

Hehe. if my birthday was around now I'd ask my dad <3

But.. I'll buy a t-shirt and some stuff at the concert in November anyways so it's all gravy :)

Mmmm Glass Skin is sooo good ^-^b

Dead Like You and Me

2008-09-25T18:21:00.001-07:00

Another Dead Like Me marathon.
Whenever I'm feeling down about him, I watch shows that put things into perspective.

I could be dead.
I could be a grim reaper.
I could be working in data entry.

If I died and became a grim reaper, and thereby becoming immortal, I would so bluemage that shit up. It would be so cool.

But that probably won't happen.

I like Dead Like Me because it pisses off nobody. They don't directly nor indirectly state "truths" about heaven or hell or any sort of christian myth crap. Which is why I like it. And since they don't go against really any of the christian teachings (for the most part) it'll only piss off maybe 49% of bible beaters out there.

Hey, that's less than half! Pretty damn good for a show I like.

So i had a dream while coming off of my nyquil dose this afternoon and it happened to occur right at the same time the episode of Dead Like Me : Ghost Stories was on. That's the third ep. in the second season, fyi.

In my dream I heard the entire story Rube told, and it basically narrated my dream.. but we went into a bad guy's house in the woods and I beat him up while avoiding two very nasty dogs and there was this guy in a blue shirt who was really blurry to me in the background kinda looming around.

Creepy.

Kinda.

I don't know.

Jealous~Reverse keeps playing over and over. I'm trying to memorize it so's I can sing it for a competition. I think I'll do Jealous~Reverse and then if I qualify to a second round I'll do Flavor of Love by Utada Hikaru. And yes, I'll dress up like Tsukushi for it.

I'm just that lame.

Sent another e-mail to him. he wanted to talk to me last night he wanted to say something to me but I wouldn't let the middle-man tell me what it was.

Orange Juice With Liver

2008-09-21T01:18:00.000-07:00

I can't decide which Dir en grey song to choose as my text inspiration and which to choose for my song inspiration. Technically they could come from both, but..whatever.

while the stupid unimaginative "fashion-istas" (or however you spell it, I'm not even sure that's a real word) are doing alice in wonderland for their fairy tale inspiration, I'm doing Bremen Town Musicians :D
There's a manga called Bremen that I really liked. It was about a band and... yeah. No totally cool I promise.

Anyways...

It's hard to pick a Dir en grey song to do one fashion drawing... because like I know what all the songs mean so it's hard... how to I convey Myaku without drawing someone that resembles a serial killer? How do I draw something to Obscure without vomit hanging from her mouth? How do I make Jessica appear on a piece of paper without some sort of overalls?

From their new PV/single/whatever it seems Dir en grey is looking back to progress forward with their music, and I'm very relieved and happy about that. I know it's not true but I'd like to think that my 10-year anniversary quilt to them had an effect :)

I was walking down Richmond St. near my soon-to-be apartment and I saw something I hadn't seen in a long time: a kid walking with a book in his hand instead of an ipod. I thought to myself, "Now isn't that refreshing!" regardless of the book.. it had a picture of two feet on it so I was immediately repulsed but still ^^!

I went to a "club" on friday night. I took a sip of something that I later found out was basically fruit juice and vodka *yuck* and thought it tasted like throw up so I poured the rest into my friend's cup. I stayed the sober one, praying that the next song blaring over the DJ's booth would be anything but fucking Rhianna or some other crappy "bumpin'" new song. For whatever reason, they had Wedding Crashers on on some TV screens and although I despise Owen Wilson I chose the lesser of the two evils.

See, I play an integral part of the group that always goes unappreciated: I'm the seat-holder. I uncomfortably held an entire section of a booth for six people all to myself.

One person came up to talk to me that wasn't in the group I was with that night and he was absolutely sloshed. He was asian though, so I didn't kill him. He told me some dirty joke about a kid watching his parents have sex and it somehow puzzled him why I wasn't cracking up and spreading my legs for him right there in the club.

I must be the only 20 year old who isn't constantly horny.

Whatever.

Next week I'm going to see some live music. I'll bring a nail gun just in case.

Kyo swearing in Kyogrish is hilarious.

2008-09-17T20:10:00.000-07:00

Here's why:

I know. He's blonde, short, and adorable.

I can't get enough of him.

I think that's the most I've seen of him without any sort of VK make up on in ......ever. Well...besides Jessica maybe but he still kinda dressed up like a lil punk rocker ~ hehe. Silly.

You get two posts in one day, you lucky lucky people.

I e-mailed my ex again. He either doesn't check his mail or the block function actually works on gmail.

Thursday is going to suck.
Friday will be interesting, plus ice cream.
Saturday I'm having pizza.

Then by sunday I won't be distracted enough so I'll probably down the rest of my nyquil /emo /emo /emo

hahaha xD

It's Dead Like Me week.

I think Sunday I'll do a Back to the Future marathon because.. it needs to happen.

If the blockbuster near my house doesn't have those three classic movies I'm going to kill someone.

PLEDGE

2008-09-17T12:33:00.000-07:00

They took PLEDGE by Dir en grey and made it a BALLAD on Marrow of a Bone. Thank you adam for that.

Anyways.

I'm working on doing a stupid animation of the new VGCats comic. It's just Leo doing LOOOOOL back and forth. Nothing fancy. The expressions on these freaking cats are hilarious.

It took me two read-throughs to get the initial "back to the future" reference. Oh well.

Good day to you, sir.

2008-09-16T14:49:00.000-07:00

SAKU is a great song by Dir en grey.

You know what I find utterly hilarious?
Showing people my Red Mage costume.

On FFXI, I'm super cool so these people wanna see a picture of me. I send them to my myspace where I have stealthily added 14 pictures or so of me in my Red Mage attire.

I wait.

Five minutes later.

PartyMember1>> HOLY SHIT
PartyMember2>> uh...what?
PartyMember1>> HER RED MAGE COSTUME IS KICK ASS!!!!
PartyMember3>> Who's?
Me>> Mine.

PartyMember1 has had a mental breakdown.
Amoena's cosplay prowess has defeated PartyMember1.
Amoena finds a Duelist's Tabard on the PartyMember1.

Okay, so maybe it doesn't go exactly like that.

It's the same way in real life.

Me>> I cosplay.
Fangirl>> ZOMG SO DU I
Me>> Really!? Awesome. What have you cosplayed so far?
Fangirl>> Well I went as Sailor Moon to Anime North last year, and my halloween costume is going to be a NARUTO crossplay! I'm so cool.
Me>> Wow. Yeah I uh.... I'm a Red Mage.
Fangirl>> Wuhchumean?

~~anime transformation scene~~

~~funky guitar instrumental~~

*poof*

To pay homage to Die, "I'm a fucking Red Mage!!!"

If I say it it's not true.

2008-09-12T20:29:00.000-07:00

If I keep telling myself I'm nuts, I won't be. When I slip onto the other side and I become insane, I won't know it. I won't realize it, I guess. Or, perhaps, I won't be able to translate that to other people.

I wonder.....

I sent him an e-mail yesterday. And then forwarded it to his other e-mail address today.

And then I blocked the e-mail addresses so he won't be able to respond.

It's OK though.

It's OK.

No it's not.
No.
Not.
No.
No.
Stop it.

There might be something wrong with me.

E-mailing while Hysterical

2008-09-10T15:58:00.000-07:00

Don't cry and e-mail your ex at the same time.
Bad consequences.

Bad, bad things will happen.

Not good.

rice is fun to cook.
there are flies in my room.

I should really take the dead body out of here.

???

2008-09-06T19:56:00.000-07:00

La la al al lalal a~

I'm letharged~ down~ on nyquil righ tnow so i can't be held accountable for people who need to die and actual do die between now and when i fall asleep;.

for a while i've been writing in a journal for banaljo but he'll never read it. and i accept that. kind of.

maybe.

i
ve never really accepted anything.

i didn't do anything wrong.

I hate things too, ya know...

2008-08-23T23:12:00.000-07:00

So at my school I was considering joining their anime club. I've been a president of an anime club, I've been to a ton of conventions and panels, and I can speak more Japanese than that girl over there screaming KAWAAIAIIIIIIIAIAIAIAIAIAII.

I'm pretty qualified, wouldn't you think?

I offered my organizational help. I offered my experience.

Everything was fine until he brought up badges.

Guy>> I try to get other people to do the badges but no one can surpass me in my awesome PHOTOSHOP skillz
Me>> Yes, working a mouse is so hard nowadays. Especially with every single shape style and setting pre-set in the program so you can just hit two buttons and come up with some awesome thing. That takes up so much time and skill. How very creative you are.

Then I start to worry.

Me>> All you need is a place for someone to write their name, the ANIME CLUB name and like a picture in the background..
Guy>> I know LOLZ
Me>> What...kind of pictures are you using?
Guy>> Girly anime 1, Girly anime 2, and another schoolgirl anime mostly.

Me>> What about a gothic type character? A variety would be nice. What about a gundam type?

Guy>> Well I'm narrowing it down to what we've watched.

So he completely ignores the fact that 1. I have more experience than him in all things anime, and 2. I suggested variety.

Seriously, what the hell is the point of 10 different badges to choose from if they all look the SAME?!?!

Oh but THIS character is from AZUMANGA DAIOH. It's totally different than this other schoolgirl. See? Her outfit is blue, not pink.

Finally I just had had enough and blocked the poor fucker. He can come begging to me when no one new joins the club because he wants to keep it exclusively to those who only have seen girly, schoolgirl anime.

MINE

2008-08-19T16:52:00.001-07:00

You know how it's some corporate faux pas to be sitting in an executive's seat or whatever?

It's their domain. They sit behind their marble-covered desk in their leather chair with built in speakers connected to their Bose stereo system, and rule the world.

Jo Ann Fabrics is my world, and whichever counter I'm assigned to that shift is my domain.

You are not allowed to place all of your personal belongings on top of my counter.
You are not allowed to come behind my counter for whatever reason. I don't care if that perfect fabric is sitting in my cart ready to be put back. It's my damn cart.

If you want it, ask for it.

Notice how I said ask.

Lady>> Gimme that fabric that's behind you.
Me>> *looks behind her at the two carts full of fabric* Uh.. you're going to have to be a little more specific than----
Lady>> Oh nevermind, I'll do it.

As I watch this middle aged woman rummage through my carts, dumping all of the fabric onto the floor or in a separate cart (I have them organized nicely up until this point..) I can't help but feel like that crying indian (i'm sorry, native american).

Me>> My shit, man.

Each section has it's own sacred space that gets fucked with every minute of every day.

Craft Fabrics has the Clearance section, Home Decor has basically their entire fabric selection--untucked rolls really piss us off, and Apparel has the Fleece and Casa sections.

Let me put this into perspective for you: It takes about a five hour shift entirely devoted to organizing and straightening half of the clearance section. If you whittle that down by taking into account the morons who come up to us asking us to direct (read: walk halfway across the store for them) them to the glue aisle, breaks (yours and others), and depending on who's working the counter that shift... actually having to work at the counter with the other person, you've got about an entire 1.5 hours to do the entire clearance section.

Let's say that you at least straighten the entire thing during that time. You don't take into consideration that most of them are misplaced, you just try to make it look pretty. That's the most reasonable thing you can get done unless you work like you're getting paid more than minimum wage.

Then you're done for the day, right? So you're walking out from the break room after you've collected your things and you go over to clearance to take one last look at your precious few aisles of hell...

...wait a minute. Wasn't like.. all of that side of the aisle on a shelf two seconds ago?

Then you see them. Four middle eastern ladies squawking about really ugly sheer fabric. They're ripping the fabric off the shelves (and along with the one bolt they want another 5 fall off next to it) and yelling about it to each other then lay the bolt up against the shelf like we won't know that that doesn't belong there.

Your work is ruined.

Now you may be assuming this is only with middle eastern ladies? Not true. I've seen all races and all ages destroy our hard work.

It wouldn't be so bad if we didn't have to get up and do it all over again the next day.

my stomach hurts.

This is going to be easy.

2008-08-15T00:27:00.000-07:00

A "fleece tie blanket", "one of those tie blankets", "a blanket...but you know, not sewed"

There's more, but I don't have the mental capacity to type them all out without blowing my brains out.

...These phrases all have in common one thing: Stupidity.

We wait at our counter for you. We've seen your cart; the contents varying different in shades of the same color green* and many, many ugly patterned fleece.

*The same color green refers to the fact that we get in certain colors of fleece. We don't get "pale green" and then like "paler green" or "slightly more pale green with a more of a purple tint". It would be completely crazy if it weren't true, and if this didn't happen every single fucking shift.

We dread this moment..you think you're so sly putting some of the fleece up against the counter but not on it, like we won't notice. To be honest, when you play those sorts of mind games on us, it makes us accidentally put things like ".78" instead of ".75" yards. Suck it.

It's not that we mind cutting the fabric---that's our job. We have to cut the fabric.

but that's it.

We do not have to sit there and tell you which solid colors go well with each pattern.
We do not have to cater to your every whim--THE FLEECE IS STRAIGHT ON BOTH SIDES. IT WILL COME OUT TO BE EXACTLY 1.25 YARDS, I PROMISE, YOU STUPID BITCH.

But do we do these things? Of course.
Do we cut off the salvage end for you because you're too god damn lazy to cut the straight line yourself, even though it's completely against company policy to do so? Of course.

And the way you say what you're making, like you're the first person to come here and do this?

The stupidest thing I've seen people do is buy like 4 yards of each fleece because they're super fat or tall: IT'S GOING TO BE 60'' WIDE NO MATTER HOW LONG IT IS YOU FUCKING MORON.

You wanna know the only type of people who buy fleece that don'tmake me want to kill them?
The one lady who makes blankets for kids with cancer but doesn't piss and moan about the prices or angle of the ends of the yard. She's already gotten her non-profit discount card, and she only comes in when fleece is in clearance AND clearance is on sale half off. She doesn't beg for coupons, nor does she beg to be recognized for what she's doing.

SHE JUST DOES IT.

In case you guys haven't noticed, I don't work at JoAnns anymore. I didn't quit. I didn't get fired. I'm going to college in a different country entirely so ... the commute would be hell .

I am, however, still telling people who work there what to do... because I can. I'm debating on whether or not to call them soon and ask for a bunch of SKUs that don't exist....or better yet--SKUs that do exist but are no longer in stock.. and then I'll like get all mad and ask to speak to the manager.

ANd then I'll try getting a store transfer to a fucking Michaels or something.

You know the stupidest thing I've ever heard out of a customer's mouth? "Well I thought JoAnns, Michaels, and AC Moore were all the same company.."

I thought I was going to fucking take the hammer I was using to build the shelves earlier and pound it into that woman's temples.

Oh well, the best laid plans...

Funk

2008-08-09T23:47:00.000-07:00

In a funk only endless streams of Miyavi and LM.C can fix.

One more dir en grey song and I chug a gallon of nyquil.

Settle down, boys and girls, the only reason I'm not doing that now is because I know you want me to.

Youfuckingbastards.

Moved in.

2008-08-08T06:14:00.000-07:00

I'm in canada now. Last night some time, my hanging storage fell down. I'm assuming it made a "boom" but I was practically dead to the world. I didn't hear it at all. Maybe it wasn't that loud.

Oh well.

Before I left I made sure I got all the LM.C and Miyavi songs since I'd be sharing a wireless connection with like 5 other people. Gross, right? I got all of Miyavi but LM.C was at 79.1%. Apparently 79.1% is the new 100% because I got all the songs.

Little fat man boy <3

I'm going down to the school today to figure out when I sign up for my classes. It's amazing that a community college in america has an ONLINE registration system, while this college doesn't.

Also, even though I already took the courses that satisfied my requirement for english, I have to take MORE writing classes. I don't think I could write yet another two and a half page paper on Iago's Id. I don't care why he's so screwed up. Why don't we try just enjoying the damn play instead of analyzing it down to the last "the" and "a"?

If I ever go on a mass killing spree or something fun like that, I'll play Tiny Circus in the background.

but... I really like "little fat man boy" ^^; like a super a lot lot lot~

it's...too early... to remember important things to type.

OH~ my super awesome cool halloween costume is coming along very nicely. I spent the better part of last night making the first of three parts to it. Buttons suck, but I figured out how the button hole feature works. You don't have to reposition the fabric. >.>; i'm stupid.

Finally

2008-08-06T04:54:00.000-07:00

Tiny Circus is finally out of my head. I've forgotten how the most catchy part of the song goes, so that helped.

Also, me being up at 6:43 AM helped. I can't think in the morning.

Let's see how my early morning rants differ from my late night rants and how those differ from my mid-day clear headed psychopathic speeches? Get out our pencils........ ..

On an even more off-topic note: I go to canada tomorrow ><

On an even more off-topic note: the comic is coming along extremely well for being locked up in a box...

>.>;

<.<;

I'm doing cons next year. I've decided... even if I don't make any new friends and I end up going alone I'm still going.

Oh god, LM.C's 88 ......

*^^* I'm not a fan-girl, I swear. Disregard the fact that I hyphened that. I can spell "hyphen", I'm smart.

Wednesday (today) is my special super awesome day. My mom is making me a cake. She bought white cake mix. The difference between white cake and regular vanilla cake is that white cake has... yolks... in it. My mom doesn't like the yolks, and since I'm not quite that nuts yet, I don't mind them. She doesn't like yellow cake, but she likes chocolate cake. Chocolate cake has yolks in it, no? >.>;;

She's agreed to watch American Psycho with me. it's totally not in a box all taped up or anything. I got the special edition...edition... because if it's not special then why bother? So's it's got all these special features like deleted scenes...

I watched them, and just by reading the labels for each one I knew what part of the book it was from ^^; I didn't really want to be exposed to more nakedness (the sex scenes make me blush and laugh at the same time..) so I skipped the one labeled "receptacle tip". I'm actually surprised they took that one out of the book because it kind of solidifies the fact that he was screwing Carruthers' fiance, but whatever. After I read the book I watched it again and since I could practically recite each line I just skipped to my favorite scene. It's like Pulp Fiction's "The Bonnie Situation". I don't know... like um, in Pulp Fiction the guy gets his head blown off by accident, right? And in American Psycho "Owen" gets his head chopped off while Huey Lewis and the News plays in the background...? Something... about that... connects...somehow...

The scene at Tunnel was in the extras, too..
It's the more "emo" of scenes, I guess. Blatantly explaining how the guy feels as he goes a lil nuts and runs off, and everyone cheering then ignoring him as soon as it's over. I see why they took it out but I've only had one semester of Literature so I'm sure there's much more to it than that, I just don't feel like writing a three page paper about it.

I can't believe I never watched this movie before now. I'm serious, if I had seen this when I was in like kindergarten it would have explained so much to my psychiatrist.

So much.

Um, what was I talking about again? Oh, right! My super special awesome day ^^

And then Ghost Hunters International is on tonight, and it's new. We like making fun of the "team leader" who's a complete moron and doofus. He's not good fun to watch, but Andy is (mostly because he does some actual investigating..)

And then then mom's making Quin-ja-rou-si ^^; I spell it like that because that's how Cowboy Bebop's subs spelled it in the first episode ^^

Except... ours has meat in it >.>;

Um and then....

OH I got Hana Yori Dango 1 and 2 (LA) on my lappy, AND Kimi wa Petto is safely in a DVD case packed up. I actually bought Kimi Wa Petto even though I downloaded it... the download had better quality b-u-t it's not all bad I've seen the series like 48324832 times.

So Thursday night I'll put some rice in the rice cooker and settle down to watch a ton of JP drama ^^ I might even pop in Oresama and translate it wrong out loud just to have some fun.

Yay me and pillow are going to have so much fun in canada ^^

2008-08-03T20:31:00.000-07:00

The song is stuck in my head, but I haven't memorized the lyrics yet so it's... the song but not....the... oh my god I have no idea...

Tiny Circus should be one of those suicide songs, I swear. John was in my head all day too. It then morphed into 88 and from there I looked directly into the sun and my brain fried for a little bit. .. ..

The best therapy for getting a song out of your head without damaging any part of you or anyone around you is to memorize the lyrics of the song and just SING IT when you realize it's stuck in there. I haven't tried humming it or anything that isn't quite so obvious I'm insane yet because I'm not that bothered in public with things like that...

Coincidentally, if you play the song on your headphones so loud that you get a mild headache, that should also do the trick. Not quite as painless as the other one (unless you're tone deaf like me...)

The first thing I'm going to do my first night in Canada is start up the sewing machine and put some good movies on the Lappy. To scare people away from talking to me it'll probably be Princess Bride and then American Psycho. Odd combo..? I'm obsessed with American Psycho right now (all thanks to my crappy literature class) and even though it's not scary at all it should be lots of fun making the volume go up during the sex scenes.

I still want to know what he did sexually to those girls with a hanger.. I mean he let them live in the movie, which is weird because I'm pretty sure he only let one of them live in the book. GUESS I'LL HAVE TO RE-READ IT THEN!!! hehe.

Hehehhe.e.e.hehehehe.

So, yes. Anyone who hasn't seen or heard (of?) LM.C yet must listen to them.
They're both boys.
Shut up.

They um.. try to use techno and rock... but it just comes out really freaking cool. Not anything like those techno geeks you hear of who just put the same two notes on repeat for like 20 minutes. The songs aren't ridiculously long, either.

Oh, I just want to put this one to rest right now: I don't like japanese rock simply because they're hot japanese men (and women...???). I give you proof!!!

An Cafe.

"Yeah, I liked An Cafe back when they were the first few album PV's for Dir en grey >.>;;" I swear to god they have a cool song but it's paired with a PV that resembles, in a lot of ways, Dir en grey's KR Cube.

And you have to understand that Visual Kei is such an overdone thing nowadays that it's hard to distinguish between the good and the annoying.

Miyavi is still calling himself Visual Kei but if I had to put him in any category it would be his own. Each album he releases is a different sound but it's still him (like radiohead only not toolish and stupid and has no talent whatsoever)

The end.

Not many things have this effect on me.

2008-08-02T22:10:00.000-07:00

As you've probably gathered by now, I'm not a particularly upbeat person. I don't go around vomiting rainbows and daisies and unicorns and......stickers...n'...stuff...

You see how out of practice I am.

Take for instance yesterday: Scene--mother's room

Me>> I'm so sick of this jew guy.
Mom>> Who?
Me>> This guy on that stick that hangs above people's kitchens.
Mom>> You mean "jesus"?
Me>> Yeah, that guy. I've had enough of it.
Mom>> Don't let him hear you talking like that.
Me>> Excuse me.... what? Did you just refer to an imaginary character as a "him"?
Mom>> He's real, *REALNAMEEDITEDOUT*. Who do you think saved me when I had my aneurism?
Me>> It could have been the, you know, doctors working on the inside of your head. It could have been the years of scientific and medical breakthroughs that led to that little metal coil being attached to your brain. I don't know, ya got me there.

Mom>>...where did I go wrong...?

I think it's just that I've never been a big fan of bullshit.

In kindergarten, the teacher brought in a -reallive- native american who's point was to teach us a native dance.

I didn't know the meaning of exploitation back then at the tender age of five, but I certainly did not sit "indian style". I ran clear out of the room and stayed that way.

In first grade, I stood up for the pledge of allegiance one day, and just mouthed it. "Under god". What does this "god" person have to do with a pledge of allegiance to my country? We're only a little over 200 years old, how is that - in any way at all - biblical?

I've somehow strayed....oh right, things that make me a happy girl.

It doesn't take much, really. I like listening to music.

Let me put it in a better way: I like listening to music that is actual music .

Sure, I spoil myself with some Utada Hikaru and Ayumi Hamasaki, but I'm allowed to be bad once in a while. Trust me, after listening to the entire discography of L'arc~en~Ciel, you're going to want a break from Ken's "at least 1 lead guitar solo per song" theme.

My favorite band is Dir en grey, my favorite musician is Mana, and I worship him like he's a (yes, i'm going to say it!) god. Dir en grey has single handedly brought me back up from the depths of depression after Bad Boyfriend left me and after Good Boyfriend stopped talking to me for indefinite period of time.

In their defense, I'd leave me too if it was in any way humanly possible.

To continue...

I've seen Moon Child. I own it. I know it's cheese, and I know that Gackt and Hyde formed some illicit love affair that only two japanese men of their beauty could ever afford to acknowledge. That is what we all must believe........

Still, when I want a good cry (a REALLY good cry) I turn on Moon Child and watch *SPOILARZ* Gackt and Hyde die.

I cut my hair like Hyde's once, then twice. I really liked Hyde for a long long time.

Mana is a man, is a godfather of the Lolita style, and looks very, very pretty in a dress. Someday, when I can afford the millions of hours I would need to spend making his Gardenia dress, Tulle will fear me. Until then... I shall duck and hide whenever I see tulle. *shudders* oh.. the tulle... ><

Miyavi is like.. the Sun. Whenever you see him you just have to smile, right? Even when he's trying to be serious, like just sitting around or "just out of the shower" or walking around, when he's "off" let's say... he still warms me up! He definetly got me over Bad Boyfriend.

LM.C formed from Miyavi's backup band, and until I hear that Miyavi hates them I shall like them now and for a long long time from now. Even then, I may be torn.... Maya and Aiji make me giggle often. Especially Maya, who everyone thinks is a girl for some reason (even if I don't tell them his name).

I sang "Oh My Juliet" with Good Boyfriend. I sang horribly, but that's OK. No one knows what my real singing voice sounds like ^^
I just fell in love with "Tiny Circus". It's really cute *rawr*

Dir en grey... what can I say about Dir en grey? I love each member equally... (okay, maybe Kyo a little bit (alot) more...) I mean from Jealous~Reverse all the way down to Obscure... I love them and every song inbetween. There is no comparison for my love for them.

When I turned 20 I listed off the one thing I could do in Japan: Be Kyo's Girlfriend.

And of course, I know his real name (at least the one he gave in interviews).

I'LL LEAVE YOU ALL WITH TINY CIRCUS SINCE THAT'S PLAYING ON MY WINAMP RIGHT NOW!!!

The week before...

2008-08-02T09:22:00.000-07:00

Totally and completely out of season for this: The Week Before a Convention.

Oddly enough, this story starts about six months before the "week before".

Six months before: Start listing anime/video game/manga characters I'd like to someday cosplay.
Six months minus three hours before: List off the realistic cosplay.

From six months to three months before, I start matching up the cosplay I'm thinking of doing versus what has been overdone and "underdone". Overdone means anything out of Final Fantasy or Naruto (FFXI RDM an exception because I'm actually a RDM!). Back in the day, I'd say anything from Card Captor Sakura or another bad Rei from Eva, but most people haven't seen those anime nowadays. Now it's all Bleach and Naruto or friggen Death Note.... but that's another rant for another time.
Underdone are those costumes that you can either only be recognized in a group or are from one of those anime where everyone changes their outfits almost every episode and their hair is relatively normal color and style. Think Red Garden on this one.

Three months before: I pick the final outfit or outfits, depending on how much one of them costs to make. If I can only afford to make one really cool one then I'll bust out an "oldie but a goodie" from my stash of costumes or maybe update one that I really bombed out on.... Now is the time I start buying the fabric and supplies. This leaves me time to get Wonderflex shipped in along with any other special materials (NOT fabric. MATERIALS Laura!)

From Three to Two months prior: I start working on my costume. If the costume has a lot of intricate, detailed, or complicated parts (like wings or a hat that has to be made from scratch) I like to start as early as possible.

Two months to a week before: the big construction phase. Getting closer to the two week mark I start living, breathing, eating, and speaking Japanese culture and develop my character's style.

By a week before: I start associating items by their Japanese name or at least a romanized "engurisu" name xD. My speech becomes more fluent and I even drink a can of soda like it's tea. Obsession hits it's maximum here.

A day before: 24 hours before we leave for the convention (usually that thursday), I wake up and for twelve whole hours I wear my costume. It should fit perfectly by now, and this is only a durability test. I wear the wig for 6-8 hours of this, complete with pins or batting or whatever it needs to be held in place and to fit properly. I wear the wig for less time because if there's a DDR event or I eat or have to adjust it, I like to be prepared. "Can I take this costume off easily?" "Can I put it back on in under 6 minutes?" The same goes for the wig, it has to be wearable as well as durable. That's why I like Amphigory.com's wigs, I hardly ever have to take mine off and brush it out in the middle of the convention. Like with a party city wig or something it looks really bad after a few hours and I have to re-comb it or something.

This is also the day I pack. I sometimes pack two days before we leave, because sometimes I am not very busy and have had all my costumes ready and tested awhile ago. Once I made the mistake of forgetting my shoes for a costume and it nearly ruined the entire weekend. The guy I went with ruined it instead, but that's another rant for another time.

Since this is called "the week before" and not "the entire convention weekend of awesomeness"...

THE END.

Comic Party

2008-07-31T15:23:00.000-07:00

I went to see "The Dark Knight" at the movies Tuesday night. I was right, but more on that later (I want to couple that rant along with the cancer rant I'm currently working on). Needless to say, as soon as I got home I watched American Psycho like five times to drown out the voices.

Wednesday was canada time, and I got an apartment. It's small, and I was worried that it would be within a christian household, but I was in luck. A guitar was found in the same room as a novelty skull atop the television. I should fit in well.

I spent Tuesday night repeating lines from my favorite movies and pretending a yardstick was a samurai sword. I also decided at that moment to make a comic from my days there.

I can sometimes turn my obsessive-compulsive side on and off. Sometimes. My mind is everywhere all at once, so if I have an entire shift to fix the notions wall...... it's going to look fantastic. If I have ten minutes, it's not going to look so good, but I'll have a stomach ache. It used to be easy to put these things out of my head and just forget about them but not so much anymore.

I debated on getting a bath mat to use when I used the shower at my apartment. Five other people using the same shower would just about kill my nerves. Germs. Germs everywhere. On one hand, there'd really only be my germs; only my feet touching the mat. On the other hand, however, because my feet touched it, I wouldn't be able to use it more than that one time. I wouldn't be able to even touch it with my hands.

Kitty's been following me around all day and laying down in the room I'm in. I think she's trying to send me messages through our minds but I'm not sure.

I may have a mental breakdown in this place. Five people who won't particularly like me and five people I won't particularly like just the same... will be hard. I might be OK if I stay in my room the entire time in the corner on my bed watching anime and pretending the characters are my friends. Maybe...

As for my comic...
I'm developing the characters right now and the storyline. I have like three stories that are completely separate so I can change between them depending on my mood.

Night.

Lovely Time

2008-07-26T23:40:00.001-07:00

I want you readers to understand something: I love my job. I love fabric. I love getting paid to play with fabric. The reason I started this blog was because I ranted so much about everything that all my friends stopped talking to me and now here I am typing away on this blog thingy.

I was thinking about my blog earlier today and it occurred to me... you may think that I hate my job and working there. That's completely false. The only thing I hate about my job is the customers.

For example: today a lady rudely interrupted my remnant-making by asking me a useless question and made me stop what I was doing.

You may be wondering what a useless question is.

Here is what is not a useless question: Where is your home-dec fabric?

Here is what is a useless question: I have a hundred year old sewing machine, help me find a needle to fit it.

I understand there was no question mark there at the end. Please understand that this lady was not so much asking me, but demanding me to help her.

You can guess that the question is useless because we don't carry 100 year old needles. Hell, we can barely keep the same print of fabric in our store longer than two weeks.

But sure lady, we have a special section for you. This section coincides with our "Trap Door of All the Fabric You Want But We're Hiding From You". It's called the "Go to Hell, You Lazy Fat Old Bitch, and Go to a Fucking Sewing Machine Service Center or Use the God Damned Internet" section.

A bit of a mouthful, we call it the "GHYLFOBGFSMSCUGDI" section.

Hmmm. That doesn't quite work either, does it?

Oh well.

Anyways.. so I take her over to the fucking notions wall that is (oh my god) two feet to her left and point out our vast array of Singer sewing needles.

Lady>> Where are they?
Me>> Right here. *waves hand in front of myself*
Lady>> Which one do I need? HELP me!"
Me>> Well, I don't know... You could try this one, I mean none of them are really long like you wanted..
Lady>> Well get someone over here who knows.

First of all... I don't have to get anyone anywhere. You see, lady, there are other people in this world besides yourself. To even assume that everyone working here would just instantly drop everything they're doing and rush over here to help you with you're idiotic and (let's be blunt here, shall we?) pointless problem, makes it quite apparent that you should be dragged out into the street, shot fifty times in all your extremities, and then dumped in some muddy, animal-crap filled ditch somewhere writhing for about thirty years.

Run-on, sorry.

Snapping out of my dream-like trance (imagining it all, you see), I sighed, rolled my eyes slightly, and lifted my radio to my mouth.

Me>> Do we carry any needles for a very very old sewing machine?

This lady, oblivious to my attitude, nods in approval of my message.

Manager>> What kind?

Lady>> I don't know

Yes, you heard that right. She doesn't know what kind of sewing needle she needs. Flat or round? She has no fucking clue. What style? "DUUUR SUMFIN 2 SEWZ WIFF I FINK" would be her best guess, I assume. It's so hard in all her 56 years of existence to pick up a few key terms for your hundred year old sewing machine like "ball point" or "really effing sharp".

Lady>> ...how can you tell if they're flat or round? How can you tell is it on the package? You need to help me!!!

Oh is that what I'm supposed to be doing? I'm not standing here looking at the god damn packages, reading each one thoroughly, am I? No, I'm just standing here fiddling with my fucking huge gold hoop earrings and saggy wrinkled sun parched skin-----oh wait, that's you.

Me>> *into the radio* How can you tell which is which?

Manager>> We only sell flats.

Me>> Ok well since we only carry flats you can take one from here -- any one-- and if it doesn't work out you can you know, like, bring it back for a refund.

Lady>> Oh fine I'll do that. Thanks for your help.

*sigh*

Another pointless question I got once was "Where do you keep your bungee cord?"

No story to that one, I just thought I'd point out to all (1) of you how incredibly ridiculous it is to just assume we have some obscure shit no one with a working brain would even think of looking in a Jo Anns for... (preposition, sorry)

I love my job.

Noel

2008-07-22T11:18:00.001-07:00

In May, we received two different brands of christmas fabric (Noel and Holiday Inspirations).

After I stopped screaming uncontrollably over the fact that we're getting christmas fabric this early, and will undoubtedly be doomed for the remainder of the calendar year draping and re-draping countless snowmen with silly colored hats, I then felt an unexplained feeling of dread.

The dread soon subsided into the sale. The Noel fabrics were on sale for 2.99/yard, and the more expensive Holiday Inspirations fabrics were on sale for only 30% off. Most of the Holiday Inspirations 45'' 100% cotton fabrics are like 6.99 - 8.99, so with the 30% off the prices are 4.89 - 6.29 (I think).

The moronic powers-that-be decided that the layout should be as follows: Noel christmas fabric collection shall be placed right next to the Holiday Inspirations collection.

In a perfect world, this would be OK. There are two separate signs. One above the block that contains the Noel fabric, and one above the Holiday Inspirations block.

Of course you know, this is not a perfect world.

Many things could have happened -- Idiots coming up defensively shouting at me about how they got a Holiday Inspirations out of the Noel block and visa versa, idiots thinking that one sign in the aisle means that the WHOLE side of the aisle is 2.99 / yard, or idiots who want to use their coupons on sale items.

But they didn't.

Instead, they took like 80% of the craft fabrics fabric and put it up front. All of the seasonal (Autumn Inspirations(or whatever they're called this year), the halloween fabric, and both Noel and Holiday Inspirations) fabrics were put up in Seasonal . Seasonal just happens to be up front in Apparel, which you can see as soon as you walk in. That is, if you have your eyes open, aren't blind, and aren't a complete retard.

Again with the drooling and the eyes rolling back into their head. A few hours into my shift, this happens:

Two customers walk up to me. It's an older, married couple. They're not really old, but maybe between 45 and 55. The man is leaning on the cart because god forbid he's in a wimmin's stoar. The woman is holding the sales flyer and-ohmygod- it's for the right week!

Man>> Ask her.
Woman>> Excuse meeee, miss?
Me>> Yes, can I help you?
Woman>> Yes, where are your Noel fabrics?

She continues by opening up the flyer, like I don't know what the fuck Noel fabric is, I only work there, and pointing with a long, fake, pink fingernail.

Me>> They moved all of the christmas fabric up front.
Woman>> The Noel fabric is up front?
Me>> Yeah, right across from the first counter you saw when you walked in.

Surprisingly, they find the section I'm talking about (I find this out later).

Not ten minutes go by and they are back.
They look very agitated because they had to walk like 20 feet.

Woman>> The lady up there sent me back here. Where is the Noel fabric?!
Me>> We don't have any back here . It's all up front.
Man>> Why can't these people make up their god damn minds?
Me>> Oh you've caught us you fine, smart, attractive man, you. Your big man-brain is too big for us little women folk. I'll get you your fabric you want. We just hid it under this counter here, because we're women, and women are tricksters and harlots!

So I radio'd up front and since I didn't have a headset on the customers could hear the answer so they wouldn't think I was fucking lying again.

Me>> Do we have any Noel fabric back here in craft fabrics or is it all up front?
An exasperated teammember says, very matter-of-fact, "No, it is ALL UP FRONT IN APPAREL."

I have to go to work now. Toodles :O

Old People Need Hooked on Phonics

2008-07-21T02:25:00.000-07:00

I swear.
They can't fucking read.

It's CoUpOn CoMmOtIoN this week. It's crazy . People were beating down the door this morning to get in. We laughed.

But my story begins on Saturday. The day before the end of the world.
I'm back in craft fabrics (CF for short!) and I'm literally drooling over the counter, head tilted to the side, eyes rolled back in boredom. I've been told to pick up clearance, but every time I go over there someone comes up to the counter. They wait for me to do this, then run up.

We used to have a bell.
People would ring it when they saw us coming up to the counter.
They'd ring it when they'd see us right next to the counter walking around it to get in position to cut their fabric.
They'd ring it when we were right there helping them, because they won't watch their fucking kid and they think it's funny when a 3 year old makes loud obnoxious noises with a bell.

After a few people were found in the heating ducts, decapitated and--when they eventually fell over--would ring with a familiar "DIIIING", the company decided to let us keep our sanity.

Bells are gone, customers are frustrated and more stupid than ever, and I'm a happy camper.

So anyways, at this point I've given up on tidying clearance until the other girl who's working in CF comes in at four. It's 11 AM now.

An old lady comes up to the counter. She's not fully decrepit but she's still old and has to lean on the cart so her fat old self doesn't fall over in agony of being vertical for more than 10 seconds. She hands me a gingham fabric (3.99/yard).

Lady>> Half a yard.
Me>> Hello!

I measure out half a yard and cut it.
Expectedly, she waits until I'm done printing the slip to start fumbling with her fucking purse to find a coupon.
She pulls out a small blue one with a big 40 on it.

It's a "Coupon Commotion" coupon.
It looks like this:

Notice anything strange?
No? Don't worry. I've taken the liberty to highlight the area I'm ready to pry out her eyeballs over:
Remember how I said this was Saturday ? Saturday the 19th ?! No just making sure you understand.

Me>> Oh, that sale starts tomorrow.
Lady>> Today's the 20th.
MyBrain>> No, you fucking moron it's the 19th. Look at a calendar. How did you drive here today!? Did you take the bus? You should be in a freaking home, lady. You have no right to demand such specific service. No other store offers this much customer service. You should be grateful that I'm even talking to you and I didn't stay over in clearance for the next hour and half. When you'd come over demanding someone to cut for you I could have pulled a "Oh I don't know anything about fabric, sorry." People do that, you know, lady. Smart people do that. I"m stupid. I feel bad if you don 't leave with a smile. There are other ways of making you smile but they are not legal, and there are witnesses. Be glad you are kept alive, lady. Be grateful.
Me>> No ma'am, today's the 19th.
Lady>> Oh... *mumbles about coupons and days*
Lady>> *getting angry momentarily* So you mean I can't get the 40 percent off?!
Me>> No, I'm sorry.
Lady>> Oh...

So she starts to walk away and I'm like pushing the fabric towards her in case she forgot it.

Lady>> Oh I'm not taking it now if I can't use my coupon....

And she fucking walks away.
Over 2.00 worth of fabric. One half of a yard. 18 inches. Two dollars.

Later today/ tomorrow's topic: "Oh, I don't know where anything is. I just have an index, in my head, of almost all our fabric and products and their prices."

Eight hours later....

2008-07-19T18:56:00.000-07:00

I've not been sleeping lately. Because of him. Because I did something stupid to my MSN.

I'm on a ladder like ten feet above the floor. I'm lifting and moving heavy ceramic flower pots. I'm lifting huge metal shelves.

This is the perfect time to ask me about batting.

Customer>> Excuse me, I'm an idiot and without telling you what I'm making I'm going to ask you how to accomplish my task.
Me>> Okay, first let me drop this on your head.

After she stopped convulsing I wrapped her head with some silkessence and took her over to the batting and shoved it into her hands.

I went shopping tonight and got some warheads. They're not as sour as I remember.
I had to get some candy because tomorrow I'm bartering with that and ten bucks for a ride to work.

Oh, I got cussed out by some guy today because I knew where fabric was.

This couple walks up to me (they're old and wrinkly and smelly).

Woman>> MA'AM? Where is your Noel fabric?

(I must note here that the Noel fabric is an actual fabric.)

Me>> Yes that was moved up front in apparel.
Woman>> The ones on saaaale?
Me>> Yep.

About four and a half minutes later they've come back, fuming.

Woman>> That lady up there sent us back here again.
Me>> I don't know why, we don't have any Noel fabric back here, it's been moved up front.
Woman>> She said it was back here, and since she's older and clearly not a 20 year old little girl who's ONLY worked here a day and a half she must know more than you.
Me>> Well let me show you where it used to be, and I'll radio the question: "Does craft fabrics have any of the Noel fabric or is it all up front?"

Since I don't have my headphones plugged in (they've fallen off ever since I got my new glasses), the couple can hear me.

Man>> What's with these people? They can't make up their god damn minds.

I wanted to slit his throat because I've been reading American Psycho like a fiend lately, but I decide not to, and think fun thoughts like:"Well at least I don't wear adult diapers." and a number of similar insults. I kept my mouth shut, but it was killing me to do so.

Me>> Well they're up front.

And I walked away and left them to read their flyer searching for anything and everything they can bitch about because they suck.

Fucking music.

2008-07-18T04:16:00.000-07:00

Since when did every fucking band on the face of this earth get Marshall's? Are you fucking kidding me?! The most whiney sound I've ever heard out of an amp...

Also... what the hell is with the fucking psuedo-sixties style songs??? It's 7 AM, and I was flipping between VH1 and MTV and was just completely stunned. I was laying there, trying to sleep (innocent enough!) when some shitty song from Maroon 5 comes on. Maroon 5 is bad enough on it's own but then they throw in some chick named Rhianna, who is just ugly as sin. And they're like... singing to eachother like a bad episode of Mad Men. The song is like a mix of that psuedo-60's style and 80's muzak. The LAST THING WE NEED IS 80's MUSIC MAKING A COMEBACK, PEOPLE.

If that wasn't bad enough, I flipped over to the other station and some fucking lame ass post-emo piece of shit "band" was on. Remember those 60's hippies groups that consisted of a guy and his girl and they'd go around and one would play an acoustic guitar and they'd sing about "heavy" and "deep" stuff "man"?

That's essentially what this "band" did. Of course, they rape whatever was left of the emo "genre" (yes, my body physically convulses as I officially label 'emo' a genre....... I am fully aware that it is simply a trend, but bare with me here a moment, I'm on to something) by placing drug trip inspired "ghosts" and "dying" scenes. "oooh, blood coming from the badge that was shaped like a heart, how meaningful."

Oh and if I EVER hear that fucking blond bimbo "DUFFY" EVER EVER again I'm going to fucking KILL MYSELF right there on the god damned spot. The video I saw tonight had this song that took like eight fucking songs, grouped their notes, riffs, and what-have-you's together and then took the most famous/cliche'd line from those songs and stuffed them into one horrendous THING .

I was done when I flipped again and this time some chick in a black and white video (oh how deep) was wailing on and on about her fucking boyfriend.

That's it for now.

My System

2008-07-17T00:04:00.000-07:00

As many of you are already aware, Microsoft is headed by a bunch of morons. Everyone down to their tech guys on their live support systems are morons.

Yeah, we've all been there.

And we've bitched and complained about every OS they came out with since 3.1
Naturally, we had to expect payback.

We've endured Microsoft's many, many blunders. Through 98, CE, ME, NT (notice what those spell? You can't make this shit up, folks!), and finally XP.

Me>> Yay, XP! Finally an OS that is safe and secu---
Computer>> VIRUS!!!
Me>> What the hell?! I just plugged you into the wall!
Computer>> Don't matter.
Me>> I'M NOT EVEN CONNECTED TO THE INTERNET YET!!!!
Computer>> Hehe, cute huh?
Me>> Terribly.

So I put AVG and all that jazz on my computer after reinstalling windows 58 times.
Then they came out with SP1.

Me>> Yay, XP1! Finally an update to make this safe and secu---
Computer>> Sorry, I can't run this file.
Me>> Why not? It's just a game.
Computer>> Sorry, no-can-do.
Me>> But this program worked before I updated..
Compueter>> I'm sure it did, sucker!!!

After I turn off my machine for a few months, I learned through something called MSNBC that they had SP2 now.

I sat my computer down before I booted it back up and had a little chat with it.

Me>> Now, if I turn you on are you immediately going to contract a virus?
Computer>> Nope.
Me>> If I go through the painful installation that is windows update service, are you going to crash halfway through?
Computer>> Nope.
Me>> If I upgrade you to SP2, will all my programs work again?
Computer>> Yep.
Me>> Promise?
Computer>> Promise. *crosses USB cables*

About 72 hours later, I was back online.

All my programs worked. And then my computer locked up.

Computer>> Hey hey HEY!!! What do you think you're doing!?
Me>> Running two programs at once?
Computer>> Don't think so, slick.
Me>> But it's just AIM and my E-mail client. That came with the computer.
Computer>> Naaah, not gonna happen.
Me>> Well, we'll just see about this.

I did what every good person with over 700 MB of RAM and an otherwise smooth running machine would. I tried to enter DOS mode.

Me>> Wh--where's DOS?
Computer>> Well, the powers-that-be decided to change the type of system I'm running on, to dumb it down for your stupid ass.
Me>> Cute. Where's DOS?
Computer>> They took it out, but look! They still gave you cmd.exe!!!
Me>> What...the...hell....

*sigh*

Me>> Alright, let me try moving a file.
Computer>> *BEEP* Cannot perform action.
Me>> What the hell!?
Computer>> To make your computer more secure and all "workie like" they took out most of the useful commands that you can use for the command prompt.

After I coped with having merely DOS lite, and thereby having virtually no way to regain any and all of my lost files after a virus or some other sort of destructive stupidity I would eventually inflict upon my computer, things began to look up.

I played more online games, and yes, dare I say it?.. I felt secure using XP Sp2. Granted, it was very easy to get viruses still (extremely VERY VERY easy), I wasn't a moron. The moment something looks funny or after I downloaded a questionable program I ran AVG. I ran adaware periodically to wipe any and all ads that were loaded itself up in the arteries of my cache folders. Things were going great.

Then, out of some sheer lack of brain function, I restarted my computer.
Rather, I tried to restart.
It turned off fine, and it turned on fine, but it was stuck at the "windows is loading" screen.

I first decided to leave it cook for a while.

24 hours later I decided that this was a problem. I remained calm until my 80th try at changing my settings by hitting F8 or F12 or whatever the hell you have to press, then things got hysterical. (read: throwing anything that could be thrown around my room)

Finally, after my arm got tired and my eyes cleared up, I tried something bold. Something daring.

I restarted my machine.

and it loaded.

To this day I do not restart my machine.

So I got a laptop. I knew every detail, every specific feature I wanted: HP manufacturer (HP is tops in my book, and should be in yours), nVidia video card, decent amount of RAM, an OK processor, a lot of disk space, and (quite possibly the stupidest thing I've ever thought of) XP.

Unfortunately, at that time they only released laptops with Vista.

Vista is a funny thing.
It's like the guys at Microsoft all got drunk and released an alpha server-type OS.

MicrosoftGuy1>> Hey, Jerry, I got a great idea.
MicrosoftGuy2>>What is it, Bob?
Dave>> Ok ok, let's *hic* make it so they have to click like twen'ny times on an application just to make it run.
Jerry>> Sounds good so far...
Bob>> and THEN we'll say something like "You have to be the administrator to run this program" even though we made them pick a different user when they installed!!!
Jerry>> Oh my god that is amazing!!!!
Paul>> Guys guys! What if we made it so that you can NEVER REINSTALL VISTA ON YOUR MACHINE EVER!!?!
Jerry&Bob>> GENIUS!!!!!

It happens.

2008-07-16T01:27:00.000-07:00

I know by now my readers (all two of you) can gather that I generally dislike most things. That is a fact. However, I'm going to tell you now of a few things that just irritate the hell out of me at work (i know big change, right?)

1. Putting your big, clunky-ass bags on my counter, right in my way of moving the fabric.
And then they complain that it's not cut straight! Here's what happens:

-Lady puts her fabric right in front of me. I move it to the left to start unrolling a few yards of fabric.
-Lady sees I left some space in front of her so she dumps her huge ass purse on the counter right in front of me and starts pawing through it, trying to find the "coupon that never was"
-By now, I am finished unrolling fabric and begin to move the bolt over to the right so I can measure---BUT WAIT! The bolt, being only 23'' long, is still smacking the side of the huge ass purse.

MyBrain>> VILLIANY!!!!
Me>> Hush, now. I'm sure she didn't mean to.

-Lady gives me a dirty look for-ohmygod- touching her ugly purse with the fabric.

Me>> OK fuck her scrunched up, never-worked-a-day-in-my-life face and her snooty attitude and her ugly makeup and her gaudy gold-leafed jewelry and her over-hairsprayed up-do. Bitch is going down.
MyBrain>> That's my girl.

Me>> Ma'am could you move your purse please?
Lady>> Oh, sorry. -exchanges nasty look with her daughter-
Me>> -unnerving, stationary grin-

-I finish measuring out her yards of ugly keepsake calico fabric, and snip it in order to mark my place. Take that, 8-minute training video!!

-I go to move the fabric over to line up the snip I made and the cutting groove.

MyBrain>> Oh HELL. Is there no end to this crap!?

(she had, you see, moved the bag over to the left, and the fabric is now scrunched up against her purse)

-She is too busy talking on her fucking bluetooth psuedo star trek device to listen to me as I'm trying to tell her to move her god damn purse again so I try my best to cut straight.

Me>> Oh, it's a little crooked.
Lady>> Well cut me another one.
Me>> There isn't enough left on the bolt for me to---
Lady>> Oh are you kidding me?! Fine. I'll take it.
Me>> Ok.... -eyes the full bolt of the same fabric that I just put away-

-doesn't say anything-

Another happy customer :)

2. Anyone who's ever had any sort of job knows that when someone comes to relieve you for a break (if you even got relief) it is a sign from Altana that all is right with the world.
People.... we've been working our asses off all day standing at the counter putting up with the idiot masses' shit , or putting away bolt after bolt of fabric.

We don't need you staring us down when we go on break.

We don't care if there's a line all the way back to clearance.

We don't care if you only need one yard.

We don't care if your mother is in the car dying of heat exhaustion, you should have cracked a fucking window.

People-- let us go on our breaks without having us skulk in the shadows of the Licensed Fleece. It's damn annoying.

p.s. This also applies to when it's 5 PM and we've been working since 8:45 AM and we're clocking out.

(by the way.. as I'm typing this I happened to flip to AMC and found that History of the World: Part 1 is on ^^)

3. When you come in, the first person you see does not necessarily know the answer to your inane question, nor does that person have the time out of her busy, busy day to tell you that Home Decor is RIGHT FUCKING IN FRONT OF YOU, TWENTY FEET FORWARD. Stop asking us to fucking take you all around the store. No other store has personal shoppers for you, stop expecting us to do that!

4. AC Moore, Michaels, and Jo Anns are all DIFFERENT companies, and we only accept the 40% off coupons on REGULAR PRICED items. If you use an AC Moore or Michaels coupon on an item, it must ALSO be sold at the other stores.

By this logic, we can gather:
That no, you cannot use an AC Moore or Michaels coupon on fabric of any kind.
You may not use those coupons on interfacing, either.
You may not use those coupons on trim by the yard, only ribbon and ONLY from Michaels.
You may not fucking use those friggen coupons on Jo Anns Essentials items.

5. Joann.com is NOT Jo Ann Stores
Yes, they ARE integrating the .com and the stores now, but it's not complete yet, and probably won't be until you're shopping and you hear the Jo Ann radio overhead going "Shop online with our site-to-store program!". I'm glad I will be out of the company by that time.
I can just imagine it.

Customer>>I'm here to return this.
GuestService>> -cashing someone out-
Customer>> HELLO?!?!!?
GuestService>> One moment, ma'am.
Customer>> Well, get your manager!
GuestService>> How may I help you ma'am?
Customer>> Well after I waited here for like 439 minutes, I need to return this item I bought online.
GuestService>> OK ma'am do you have your receipt that you printed out when you ordered this?
Customer>> Well no, I don't have a printer at home.
GuestService>> I'm sorry, ma'am, but we need that confirmation receipt so we can process the return.
Customer>> GET YOUR MANAGER OVER HERE NOW.

Notice how you can easily replace "ma'am" with "bitch"? That's what we do in our heads. Don't act like a fucking asshole when you're talking to us. Chances are, we're doing our job perfectly fine and you're 100% in the wrong.

In summation: It's true that you people are so god damn annoying that we'd rather shoot ourselves some days than come in and help you, but most of the time we are happy to help you finish your project.

And I swear to god if I get another David's Bridal customer or someone look for the same EXACT obscure Button I'm going to kill myself.

If I slapped her in her face, what would happen?

2008-07-13T00:17:00.001-07:00

Seriously. I think her fucking husband would give me a high-five.
Then a low-five.
Then around the side.
And back again.

I had this customer today---but first, do you know what Silk is? We all learned in grade school that it came out of a worm, essentially called a "silk worm". That much is true. There are about 20 different types of Silk out there. Not including Silkessence, which isn't silk. It's polyester.

---So I had this customer today and she came up with two bolts of silk and I'm standing there (just standing there) and she says "Sorry I'm going to search for a bit on this fabric".
You might chuckle, but it happens alot: these people come up to the counter-my counter- and rape it savagely with their messing-up of the fabric. What's a fold line? They wonder. I'm caught in all the folds! They shriek for my assistance after they had assuredly fucked up the careful and tedious draping.

So she's searching for what I can only assume is a flaw in our fabric. It's common that we have certain flaws: dirt spots, slight tears, small holes, an occasional massive hole in the middle of our fleece (don't ask), or the print is crooked. These are the things she's searching for.

The thing is, is that silk is essentially a fucked up fabric to begin with. The silk she's getting (Silk Dupioni) is descriped in our "Fabric Savvy" guide as "a fabric with slubs of the yarn pulled". If you've ever seen silk in person you'd know what I am talking about. You know how the fabric weave looks pulled here and there? That's what I'm talking about, basically.

That was her first mistake.
Her second was made shortly afterwards (read: the next thing that came out of her mouth)

"I know that silk shantung is supposed to look like this" she says, pointing out one of the pulled threads.
No... we do not carry silk shantung. We carry ONLY polyester shantung. No silk shantung. Maybe in bridal, but this wasn't a bridal fabric, so I'm still right. I haven't even checked the bridal silks but they look the same as our dupioni silk so I am assuming they're the same thing but just to be on the safe side I am giving my store the benefit of the doubt. I'm nice like that.

So this idiot continues pulling apart my fabric bolt, and has thus far succeeded in pulling off half the fabric from said bolt, and starts scratching at it.

Scratching. With her friggen dirty old sharp fingernail. It was disgusting.

Not only was it disgusting, but she was destroying the fabric. She was scratching at ANY and ALL dark spots on the otherwise ivory colored silk. But those dark spots were all a part of the silk itself--they weren't flaws!
So just because this lady "decided" upon her own lack of intelligence that this fabric was flawed she had to "him and haw" over it for about 20 minutes, at least. I wasn't timing: again, the benefit of the doubt.

I wouldn't give her a discount. I wouldn't. Even if she had asked me. I just simply did not say what I was screaming in my head, "IT'S NOT A FRIGGEN FLAW!!!!!!!" over and over...

Unlikely as it was, that was not my first customer of the day.
My first customer brought up two types of linen fabric. One was 100% linen, and the other was what's called "amaretto" which is a linen/rayon or linen/polyester blend (I'm not 100%, but I'm leading more towards the rayon: point is, it's not 100% linen).

Customer>> I need 10 yards.
Me>> There isn't going to be 10 yards on here, the maximum amount would only be eight.
Customer>> Well let's measure and see.
My Brain>> OH RIGHT I forgot. I simply forgot that I have absolutely NO idea of what I am talking about. I must be stupider than you, miss "I buy things that are Red because some celebrity tells me to."
Me>> O....kay..

So I measure. There is like 4 yards on it or some mess like that.

Customer>> Ok let's see the other one then.
Me>> There are only pieces on here, see? It's cut several times.
OtherTeammember>> She only needs 2.5 yards on each cut.
Me>> Oh, okay.

I was actually quite hopeful after the "other teammember" told me what she specifically needed.
*measures*

Me>> There's not even two.
Customer>> Ok try the next one.
Me>> Not even one.....
Customer>> Ok...
Me>> *sighs inside head* Not even two....again.

So she makes me call the other superstore and luckily I get probably the only person there who knows where anything is at that store and explain the situation. The girl at the other store finds the fabric and measures it in less than 5 minutes tops. That's what I call service *wink*!

Me>> They have 8.5 yards.
Customer>> Oh I need 10, that's not enough.
Me>> Well you could take two pieces from here and piece them easily with one seam, and since they'll be gathered (curtains) you won't see it.
Customer>> No that seems like a big headache.

What sort of cesspool did this creature crawl out of?! How is ONE SEAM a headache?! I could hand sew that in less time than it took to measure out that 8.5 yards for her.

But then again, anyone with half a brain could.

..... OR she could have just gotten CURTAIN fabric from the HOME DECOR section.

I don't know. That's just me thinking here.

Ok, it might be a little too early for this.

2008-07-11T20:51:00.000-07:00

But I'd like to make a little change of subject for this evening's post.

Tonight I found myself ranting about anime nearly unprovoked. I know this is going to sound stupid but just understand where I'm coming from: I'm 20. I've been into anime for a long time now. I've gone to tons of conventions and have even based the majority of my home-started business off of it (notice the title of the blog... Cosplay By Triss). I can speak a little japanese (conversational only, for now), and I can sing fluently with the correct context and affliction. I also remember when EVERYONE who was into anime had seen and was obsessed with Neon Genesis Evangelion.

If I hear another Naruto fanboy I think I'm going to shoot myself.

Shut up, you.

That being said, I'll continue with what occurred tonight.
My friend wanted to know if I've heard of "animesuki.com". The answer: yes, but I stopped going there for anime torrents since they took most of the good anime off because of the licensing arrangements (read: threats) made by ADV and other american companies who wanted to make a quick buck off of anime DVDs. That was a run-on, sorry.
The conversation quickly turned from torrents and the new NIN CD to anime and why half a series would be dropped.

I then explained to him that when they released Excel Saga, it was during a time when anime was still vaguely inaccessible for most subbing groups. The select few that were chosen were completed fully basically to provide what was amply available. Now that there are way more resources to get the raw video from, these "groups" can afford to drop a project when an anime gets too complicated or stupid. Over there I am CERTAIN that a lot of (if not all) "anime" are what american made cartoons are to us. I mean there are SO many that they can't all possibly by Cowboy Bebops or Lupin III's. If you watch enough anime it's like "wow that anime I used to like reallyw asn't that good..." because a lot of them fall into the same sort of plotlines and genre. How many magical girl anime are out there right now? I bet you can name off 10 of them even if you've never seen them.

9 out of 10 harem anime (1 guy, 50 girls all main characters) have the guy ending up with the girl he knew from his childhood. I know there's one out there where he doesn't but the ones I have seen have all fallen under that category. The 1 difference is that I simply do not have enough time nor energy to watch them ALL. I'm sure you remember Tenchi Muyo though. Although he did end up screwing every girl he ever met, and after that it got a little fuzzy on who he "ended up" with, if anyone... but.... then again that might not have been the intention of the anime.

ANYWAYS.

Then there are those anime which I like to call "blender" anime. It's when an anime is ANOTHER anime but with different character and place names.

There's a difference with Cowboy Bebop tipping it's hat to John Woo with the doves and the cool stand offs, and Sailor Moon and um.... every other magical girl team anime (I CAN name a few, but some of them are so obscure I'm sure you'd have to look them up so it's not worth it.

When I watch an anime I generally lose interest after I hear myself saying "huh, this is just like 10 other anime I've just seen."

The Inactivity of Summer

2008-07-10T18:11:00.000-07:00

Ahh...summer.
No school.
No responsibilities.
No Wor----

Oh, that's right... work >.>;

I've been working at Jo Ann Fabrics (and crafts, but not exclusively nor limited to) for almost two years. Most of the time it's fun, however, now I understand what "working with the public" truly means. It makes me want to spend the rest of my life passing the buck onto someone else for "public" interaction.

I'm not too fond of the public.

It doesn't matter what race, religion, lifestyle, age, gender, (etc) you are... chances are you're going to piss me off. It's not that I don't want to help you find that "perfect" shade of purple for forty five minutes.

Ok, it is because I don't want to help you find that perfect shade of purple.

I care about the fabric more than I care about you. I care about what you're making more than I care about you. I care about that ant on the ground more than I care about you.

Are you noticing a pattern?

Chances are, if you've ever been to Jo Ann's, you don't notice anything besides the fact that it's all my fault we don't carry some obscure shade of purple you're looking for.

Some days I just want to sit a bunch of these people down and hold a sort of "you're an idiot and here's how you stop pissing me off" class. Other days I just don't want to talk.

It's the days that I don't talk that you have to be worried...

A few things I've learned so far:

- The nicest person you get at the counter is the person who just trashed one of your aisles.
- Losing the key to the secret compartment of every bolt of fabric people want that day is a bad idea.
- Avoid asking questions on mothers day. Seriously, people are so twisted they try to make you feel guilty for asking "ooo are you making a present for your mother?" by saying "my mom died."
- It doesn't matter what I do, the customer is always wrong.
- Arleene's fabric glue SUCKS.

Seriously. Don't buy Arleene's. It single-gluedly ruined my Kyo - Osakajo Hall '98 cosplay. Nothing like rock hard linen to itch like hell.

Other than being annoyed daily at work I spend my other summer time playing games like The Sims 2, Final Fantasy XI, and Rohan.

I'm also sewing a lot this summer in an effort to get my online store up and running before september.

Next time... The Inactivity of Summer 2: The Sims and Why I'm Not Ready For A Lot Of Things

yaycaps.