> Marilyn Manson - I Don’t Like The Drugs (But The Drugs Like Me)
> Ludvig Van Beethoven - Symphony No. 7
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> Ludvig Van Beethoven - Symphony No. 8
> Ludvig Van Beethoven - Piano Concerto No. 3
I can’t log in to Blogger–again! Lame lame lame. I’m talking to Charley, if he didn’t live across the world I’d be all “we should hang out.” But I live in Fort Phallus, and he lives in Crescent Shitty. If Royce had a phone, I’d so be callin’ that boi up–but he doesn’t. :( I miss Royce. Actually, I just miss having sex with him. But that’s kind of the same thing–right? Well today was my first day of work (I just wrote school instead). It was a big rush of learning a bunch of things all at once, but I think I got it down. Now it’s all tedious specifics–which I guess is what newspapers are all about.
I’m signing in to my e-mail–maybe that will work. Titty-fuck. I don’t have any messages. *tear* Well, today was hectic. I was supposed to come in around one, so I woke up early (from this scary dream about green flubbery death stuff) and got ready. I went into town around ten I think and blogged. After I called Tawna, CS (Letko) came in and I quickly evacuated. Not thinking, I listed him as a reference on my job application. I’m so glad school wasn’t in session when I applied, or Letko would have made some snide comment about it. He still may make some snide comment, that’s why I dread time alone with him–as I suppose everyone in the world does. Well, after I evacuated from the Drift office I went and sat in my car for a while machinating, and decided to go read Dante in the courtyard. However, when I went to the bathroom, got my book and CD player and such, it was already 12:45ish, so I went back to my car and drove to the Triplicate office. I parked, went in, and asked to see Stacey, the personnel lady. I went in, and she was REALLY nice. She had me do some paperwork and get everything settled. I didn’t know exactly how to fill out my W-2s, so I took them home, along with the direct deposit thingy. It will be so cool to have my check auto-deposited! And the next payday is the 15th! Yay! Yay! Yay! I’m so excited.
I met the current lady that does my job, Burnadette. She is very organized and explained everything to me perfectly. She just needs to make me a style sheet for the community calendar, and a list of contact numbers, and I’m good to go. She leaves Wednesday. I’m a little freaked, but it was all very straightforward, so I’m sure I’ll figure it all out in time. My one mantra for this job: quadruple-check EVERYTHING. I typed up the editorial (something about a benefit auction performer) that will go in the next issue and it was flawless, so I’m uber-happy. Bernadette is really nice, and everyone kind of made a few little jokes at my expense, mostly because I was overdressed (but as I always say, better to be overdressed than underdressed). It was nothing malicious, however. Everyone seemed nice, except for this one lady, but she might be one of those people that just have a strange sense of humor. I was watching her interactions with Bernadette, and she did two malicious things to her, but did carry on a conversation with her. Strange. I’m afraid all those movies I’ve seen about the insanity of office work are true. Bernadette had her stapler physically attached to her desk so nobody could take it and not return it. Strange. I suppose it’ll take a bit to become accustomed to all the newness. I’m not going to have the same workstation that Bernadette has, so that’s going to take some getting used to as well. I wonder if they’re going to change it before tomorrow. Probably they’ll wait until she leaves to change it all around. I’m afraid they’ll give me one with a monitor facing the office, which sucks, because I’ll never be able to check my e-mail. Well, I guess that’s against the rules, but still–a one-sentence “I’m getting off work in a half-hour” message can’t have such a drastic impact on productivity. And when I am in the groove I’ll only be there for three hours, and I’ll know when I start and when I get off. Not that way! How could you think that–this isn’t the Drift, now is it?
I’m talking to Jeff (prankstrofluv) and he’s all giddy because he might have a boyfriend. He’s shown me pictures of this boi Leo that he’s been crushing on. I really hope they go out. It might help to quell my misanthropy. I’m going to try Blogger again (I’ve been typing this in a text file). Poopy poo, it still isn’t working.
Nicole left a message on my machine about a camping trip (that she told me earlier that Jordan was going on too) and she said to call her, and that I knew the number (which I don’t). So I’m in the clear in the realm of culpability. Bathroom break. Ah, back. Today was a great day because I didn’t use my rope-climbing muscles at all, so when I do climb it after this weekend, I’ll be all strong. Oh yeah, I got off work around five and went over to the college to hang out with Tawna, and she was there with Autumn. We started talking about the camping trip that we want to go on this weekend, and they said that somebody said that they didn’t think you could camp at Endert’s Beach (where we’d talked about camping). I was all “Well, why don’t we go there and I’ll show ya.” So we all got in the car and went down to Endert’s Beach and walked down the trail to the campground. We saw some of Tawna’s friends there. Then we went back to the car, planning all the stuff we’d need. I dropped Tawna off at her house (she lives in town), then I took Autumn home. She lives on Old Mill Road, which is kind of on my way home. We were actually having an enjoyable conversation, which was strange, since at the beach we’d been devising various ways of doing her to death via the fire pit, et al. Damn, Blogger still isn’t working. Am I going to have to e-mail this post in? I tried that once and it didn’t work. Maybe I’ll try again. I guess that’s it. I drove home after dropping Autumn off, ate a bunch of food (I was starving) listened to my messages, and called Tawna. She couldn’t get ahold of Sammie and Steve. I really shouldn’t have gone on the Internet tonight, but I simply had to blog. I read all the crap in the handout thing for my job.
It was so cute, there was a heading “PLAGARISM AND OTHER SINS.” How cute! And I found three typos in the handout. LAME!!! Well, I should get to bed. I have to get up at nine tomorrow, and I must not have any more dreams of evil green slime destroying the universe. I’m going to try e-mailing this post in. If you’re reading this, it worked! Tried e-mailing it, didn’t work. I finally got in to Blogger. How lame. I’m checking the e-mail post settings. Maybe I’m sending it to the wrong address. I changed my e-mail posting settings. Trying again. Crack monkey whore, it didn’t work. I’m just going to have to post it the old-fashioned way. Stupid Blogger, you suck big donkey dick.