NaNo, Work, and General Bitching
Nov. 14th, 2004 06:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
senashentaOkay, so our piddly little town finally got a decent theatre. I was super happy when I found out about it... but why did no one tell me it was opening two blocks from where I work?! ARGH! Basically...
...Night Shift is screwed. Way back in the spring, we had two people on at nights; the Baker, and one Counter person. We needed another person then, and that was before the sports bar opened up across the street.
So, sports bar ahoy! Does Jackie give us a third person, at least on Fridays and Saturdays, so that we can at least partially deal with the people who come over to get coffee and munchies while they're piss-ass drunk? Of course not. "You can handle it, because you've got Sena! She's strong on drive-thru and counter, so it's not going to be a problem."
Bull. Shit.
Yes, I'm strong on drive-thru. Yes, I'm strong on counter. But I can only be one place at a time, dumbass, and you need me to bake, too! If I spend half the night working at drive-thru or whatever, you're not going to have any food in the morning! And while that's no skin off my nose, I know that if I don't finish the bake on time, you're going to bitch at me, and to tell you the truth, I don't want to listen to your voice at all anymore. It gives me facial ticks.
Anyway. Still working with two people a night... sometimes working with two people, one of whom is a Trainee, which is lots of fun. =_=;;; (And we're not even going to get into her having Trainees train new Trainees right now...)
Theatre opens up a week ago.
What. The. Hell.
The latest show gets out at around 1:30 a.m. (or so), which means that from 10:00 p.m. (when we all get there) until at least 2:30 a.m. or 3:00 a.m., we're lined up to the door on counter and around the corner on drive-thru. Will Jackie give us extra people? OF FUCKING COURSE NOT. Not even Fridays and Saturdays. Not even Tuesdays, which is cheap night at the movies. In fact, last night she stuck me with a Gods-damned Trainee again and we got nothing done. And I mean nothing. Diddly SQUAT.
And I don't freaking care.
Maybe if she comes in every day for two weeks and the place is a complete fsking disaster, she'll get the hint.
In the NaNo front, I actually got around to hitting the word count button this morning when I got home from work, and was pleasantly surprised!
Canadian Dragon:
*GASP*
Of course, much of that is utter crap, but that's what March's NaNoEdMo is for. >^.~<
And
Canadian Dragon #1: He Walks Alone, eh?
Random snippety...
Calico fur was slicked back prettily, but still gave off a somewhat ruffled appearance—it might have been because of the blustery spring winds, but somehow she just could not keep it looking the way she wanted to. Finally, with a defeated sigh, she gave up trying and returned her attention to the city far below her perch atop one of Toronto’s many high-rise roofs.
On the streets, people scurried to and fro, here and there, all hurrying to their jobs, homes, or to meetings of one form or another. Humanity and their preoccupation with time had always rather amused her.
She never worried about things like that... but then, she was ageless, so she really had all the time in the world to do what she wanted with her life. Humans, on the other hand, existed for barely a sliver of what her lifetime would be—she supposed if she knew she was to die in only a measly eighty-or-so years, she would feel rushed as well.
As it was, all she ever concerned herself with was eating when she was hungry, sleeping when she was tired, and finding things to entertain herself in and between that.
Of course, avoiding the local Werewolf and Vampire populations—and therefore cheating death—was another of her worries, but even that was something that dwelled only in the back of her mind.
What will happen will happen...
She wondered, sometimes, why they loathed her kind so much. It seemed as if their hatred of Dragons had been around for as long as the species itself... and yet no one really knew why it existed in the first place.
It’s not enough that they hate each other? She snorted, tail lashing in agitation. They have to hate us too.
Maybe it was genetic. Part of the ‘Wolf or Vampire genes?
Not that it mattered: it was a fact of life, and constantly watching over her shoulder was something that went hand-in-hand with being what she was. And what she was, naturally, was something that—at least to the Human world—didn’t exist, and, in fact, had never existed.
Just like ye olde Vampires and Were~wolves. Her mind sing-songed.
The shortsightedness of Humans was also something she had to marvel at. It went along with their fixation on time, in that regard, and was something she would have loved to actually ask a Human about—if she dared approach one—which she didn’t, so it was a moot point.
Metallic pink eyes, which stood out almost painfully in comparison to her current form and the patchwork tortoiseshell fur that went along with it, aimlessly scanned the crowds below. She wasn’t really searching for anything in particular in the throngs of people, though it may have seemed like it to an onlooker.
Though, realistically, any onlookers would have questioned the strangeness of her eye color, and the intelligence that lay beyond their unusual magenta depths, instead of what she was looking at through them.
People have nothing but questions... and they say that curiosity killed the cat.
If a little abstract, it was a particularly suiting comment, given her current physical appearance. One ear twitched with amusement that only she could have seem the value in.
Absently, she raised one of her paws and began to clean her whiskers.
Sky amuses me. >^-^< As does Ezno, actually, but I'm still tinkering with developing his character a bit more, so he's not as complete as Sky is. She's just very quirky, and I love my quirky characters. ^_~
Gee, I wonder why...
...Night Shift is screwed. Way back in the spring, we had two people on at nights; the Baker, and one Counter person. We needed another person then, and that was before the sports bar opened up across the street.
So, sports bar ahoy! Does Jackie give us a third person, at least on Fridays and Saturdays, so that we can at least partially deal with the people who come over to get coffee and munchies while they're piss-ass drunk? Of course not. "You can handle it, because you've got Sena! She's strong on drive-thru and counter, so it's not going to be a problem."
Bull. Shit.
Yes, I'm strong on drive-thru. Yes, I'm strong on counter. But I can only be one place at a time, dumbass, and you need me to bake, too! If I spend half the night working at drive-thru or whatever, you're not going to have any food in the morning! And while that's no skin off my nose, I know that if I don't finish the bake on time, you're going to bitch at me, and to tell you the truth, I don't want to listen to your voice at all anymore. It gives me facial ticks.
Anyway. Still working with two people a night... sometimes working with two people, one of whom is a Trainee, which is lots of fun. =_=;;; (And we're not even going to get into her having Trainees train new Trainees right now...)
Theatre opens up a week ago.
What. The. Hell.
The latest show gets out at around 1:30 a.m. (or so), which means that from 10:00 p.m. (when we all get there) until at least 2:30 a.m. or 3:00 a.m., we're lined up to the door on counter and around the corner on drive-thru. Will Jackie give us extra people? OF FUCKING COURSE NOT. Not even Fridays and Saturdays. Not even Tuesdays, which is cheap night at the movies. In fact, last night she stuck me with a Gods-damned Trainee again and we got nothing done. And I mean nothing. Diddly SQUAT.
And I don't freaking care.
Maybe if she comes in every day for two weeks and the place is a complete fsking disaster, she'll get the hint.
In the NaNo front, I actually got around to hitting the word count button this morning when I got home from work, and was pleasantly surprised!
Canadian Dragon:
|
*GASP*
Of course, much of that is utter crap, but that's what March's NaNoEdMo is for. >^.~<
And
Canadian Dragon #1: He Walks Alone, eh?
Random snippety...
Calico fur was slicked back prettily, but still gave off a somewhat ruffled appearance—it might have been because of the blustery spring winds, but somehow she just could not keep it looking the way she wanted to. Finally, with a defeated sigh, she gave up trying and returned her attention to the city far below her perch atop one of Toronto’s many high-rise roofs.
On the streets, people scurried to and fro, here and there, all hurrying to their jobs, homes, or to meetings of one form or another. Humanity and their preoccupation with time had always rather amused her.
She never worried about things like that... but then, she was ageless, so she really had all the time in the world to do what she wanted with her life. Humans, on the other hand, existed for barely a sliver of what her lifetime would be—she supposed if she knew she was to die in only a measly eighty-or-so years, she would feel rushed as well.
As it was, all she ever concerned herself with was eating when she was hungry, sleeping when she was tired, and finding things to entertain herself in and between that.
Of course, avoiding the local Werewolf and Vampire populations—and therefore cheating death—was another of her worries, but even that was something that dwelled only in the back of her mind.
What will happen will happen...
She wondered, sometimes, why they loathed her kind so much. It seemed as if their hatred of Dragons had been around for as long as the species itself... and yet no one really knew why it existed in the first place.
It’s not enough that they hate each other? She snorted, tail lashing in agitation. They have to hate us too.
Maybe it was genetic. Part of the ‘Wolf or Vampire genes?
Not that it mattered: it was a fact of life, and constantly watching over her shoulder was something that went hand-in-hand with being what she was. And what she was, naturally, was something that—at least to the Human world—didn’t exist, and, in fact, had never existed.
Just like ye olde Vampires and Were~wolves. Her mind sing-songed.
The shortsightedness of Humans was also something she had to marvel at. It went along with their fixation on time, in that regard, and was something she would have loved to actually ask a Human about—if she dared approach one—which she didn’t, so it was a moot point.
Metallic pink eyes, which stood out almost painfully in comparison to her current form and the patchwork tortoiseshell fur that went along with it, aimlessly scanned the crowds below. She wasn’t really searching for anything in particular in the throngs of people, though it may have seemed like it to an onlooker.
Though, realistically, any onlookers would have questioned the strangeness of her eye color, and the intelligence that lay beyond their unusual magenta depths, instead of what she was looking at through them.
People have nothing but questions... and they say that curiosity killed the cat.
If a little abstract, it was a particularly suiting comment, given her current physical appearance. One ear twitched with amusement that only she could have seem the value in.
Absently, she raised one of her paws and began to clean her whiskers.
Sky amuses me. >^-^< As does Ezno, actually, but I'm still tinkering with developing his character a bit more, so he's not as complete as Sky is. She's just very quirky, and I love my quirky characters. ^_~
Gee, I wonder why...
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Date: 2004-11-14 12:54 pm (UTC)Anyway! I was wondering if you still RPed at Stealing Hearts, because I'm bring Tiraven back into play and wondered if you wanted to play Fox still?
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Date: 2004-11-15 03:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-15 08:54 am (UTC)