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| 11:44pm 28/09/2008 |
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Big turning point in my life hath happens now. After several years, I've decided to get rid of one of my best friends;
That being, my hair:
 
 
It's dead now, Jim. A third of my life spent with it, and now I bid farewell to it. We move on, and it will be back. So, this is what I look like nao;
 
C'est la vie. |
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| Jesus Tapdancing Christ. |
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| 12:21am 08/02/2008 |
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So, I'm sitting on the bus after shopping around a bit when my phone starts to vibrate, which upsets me thusly as I'm listening to Daft Punk which makes me happy. It's some number I don't really know so I wait after about three rings before answering it, and it's my Douchebaggery coworker who was aforementioned in my last rant on how he should stick to his married life.
He then starts to go onto a massive fucking rant upon how I happen to leave him film after my shift is done, and I pretty much literally have to bite my tongue so I didn't end up exploding at him. Reasoning as follows;
He calls me to bitch at me about... four rolls that I left behind, and one roll that was his from yesterday. This roll was an APS roll of film, which is pretty much the bane of existence for anyone who works in a a photo lab (Atleast our own.) due to the fact that because our machine is shit, the paper will print out in a somewhat 4x6 fashion, and then have another extra 2 inches of white border on the side that we have to manually cut off with a shoddy cutting board that usually ruffles up the edges. Now when I come in, the entire lab is pretty much in shambles because of the way that he left it that way, and the only reason I'm there in the morning is because he pretty much begged me to shift schedules with him for Thursday and Friday. Then our systems are fucking up once more, as they've been since last Thursday.
There's some new fucked up order on the screen that no one bothered to tell me about so I don't do it, and we end up getting a few more in. Then the ink cartridges and the one hour rolls begin to flow in like the dickens, so let's recap of what I'm doing thus far;
1. Checking and filling inkjet cartridges
2. Developing and processing one hour rolls of film for uppity customers.
3. Putting in away our truck shipment on the shelf.
4. Ringing people up, as well as breaking other people because no one in photo gets a full lunch or a break, ever.
5. Taking down and replacing outdated tags.
6. Becoming Spiderman to find stuff for old ladies.
Not to mention that because our computers were down and my coworkers are incompetent asshats, none of the prices were right in the system so I was jumping from left to right to put those in the computer right because it was the right thing to do. Plus, that fucking roll that he was complaining about came in at 5:22 pm, and when I got there the next morning it was still sitting there, unprocessed. So fuck you, David. Let's see how well your life goes when I stop switching schedules with you and go down to part time. >:|
He was also the coworker who left me those 50-something rolls in a previous rant as well. If I didn't make more money overall as a photo tech, I'd take up the Assistant manager job at another store or the one of which they're building closer to my home so I can go powerhungry like Laharl. |
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| 02:39pm 04/02/2008 |
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mood:  bored
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This is a short, but unrelated work post (Gasp!)
It seems that I'm getting easily bored nowadays. Private server on RO is pretty much conquered, Call of Duty 4 is a cakewalk at night after work, and the rest of my amassed gaming collection is pretty much short eye-catching, sadly. x_x
SUGGESTIONS?! |
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| 02:11pm 31/01/2008 |
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Dear annoyingly bossy co-worke who thinks that they are the shit:
You are infact, not the shit. You are not even teh shit. Infact, you are nothing but shit. You complain and whine about how you don't want leftover rolls of film to be there for you in the morning, not even a single roll or you go whining to the store manager; something very childish for the "Head Photo Specialist" and all, a title that you use to "throw around power" that you don't have.
I also don't appreaciate you using the aforementioned whining of leaving film as a scapegoat to leave me, quite literally FIFTY FUCKING ROLLS of film, ten of which were your own. And then you left them to be due at 10 am, when I don't get in until 8. I want to stab you in the throat.
I also don't appreaciate your incessant nagging about your family problems. You're old, go have a midlife crisis and become a Wal-Mart greeter. (Not that I'm really insulting Wal-mart greeters or anything.) Also, stop ogling the teenager girls that walk into the store and talk about how bad you'd give it to them before I record it on my phone and show it to your wife for hilarity to ensue.
PS: I don't really care about your problems when you nag to me on truck day, if you haven't gathered by the way I just nod and agree to everything you say. |
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| Another rant upon customers. |
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| 01:59pm 25/01/2008 |
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mood:  jubilant music: Calld of Duty guns. Pew pew
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-Ahem.-
Dear ethnic youth and culturally confused Caucasian;
I have a name. My name is Derek. I purposely put four name tags across my worn smock so that way no matter where you look, you would be able to find it, and yet it still seems to elude you. My name is not any of the following; bro, nig, nigga, mah nigga, essay, homes, holmes, nephs, "The Man", guy, dude, bluevest, photo guy, picture man, youngun, braids, glasses, spectacles, you with the brown shoes, young deuce, whachamacallit (No matter how delicious the candybar namesake might be), whutzits, whippersnapper, young buck, combback or any other names that you can think of. Please, read the nametag. And empty your pocket sof the candy that you're trying to steal.
Thank you. |
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| 01:59pm 18/01/2008 |
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LOL HI I AM ANGRY PHOTO CUSTOMER. I DISLIKE THESE PHOTOS BECAUSE THEY MAKE ME LOOK UGLY AND YOU CAN SEE A CREEPY ASS NOSE HAIR HANGING FROM MY NOSTRIL IN ALMOST ALL OF THEM EVEN THOUGH IM THE ONE WHO PICKED THEM. PLZ GIMME MONIES BACK NAO.
That was my night on Tuesday. Late, because I've been playing a lot of Team Fortress 2 and bits of Call of Duty, hurr. :B
I also got my bulk shipment of bitchin' knives in. Too bad I can't like, throw one into a customer's face because that'd be fucking sweet. Or just jumping over the counter and Altair stab some old lady in the face, then put my hands together and blend in with the convenient group of nuns that are walking the store. x_x
kbye. |
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| 02:17pm 14/01/2008 |
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I figure I should start using this journal again, since I actually have things to talk about in a way. It'll probably be mostly rants filled with from work and discussion the idiotic customers that I have to deal with at work and how much I want to correct the and bash their faces in. D:
The latest one, being yesterday when an old lady came into our store (I work at Walgreens, if I didn't relay this information before or anything) and uses our kiosk machines for pictures. Now me, being the photo lab tech, guides her through everything and all the basics, but she just kinda shuns me off talking about how she's the greatest thing since sliced bread. So, good for her! Old woman empowering herself not behind a steering wheel and taking down middle-school pedestrians.
So, I go about doing the other mind-numbingly dull tasks that I have to do before the night ends, and she sends her pictures through; hooray! Only then, they come out butchered and horribly cropped and by then she had wandered off somewhere. Coming back later, I give her the pictures and she throws a shitstorm about how horrible they're cropped. I go to point out that they're just how she cropped them, so she flipped out and demanded to talk to a manager. He came, reprinted and they were still utter shite. Then she goes on about how old people are treated wrongly and I ignore her.
That was my day. :D |
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| 11:48pm 09/04/2007 |
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Yaaaar.
I'll update again later, I swear. Work has been stabbity-stabbing me in the face with stress and other things.
But still, I can never miss certain things. :O And even though I'm a day late, I'm gonna make it up to her.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEBS. I'll get you a gift but I don't know what especially because everything that I've wanted to get, you already have. x_x |
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| Time for ranting. |
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| 12:27am 30/03/2007 |
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Anybody whose everybody has a cell phone. Except me, because I lost mine back in June when I went to go see Ricky Bobby. I know, cool of me right? Haven't had one since then. I'm so cool for living without one.
ANYWAY. back to the subject. I was gonna pick up a Krzr. (Long inside joke involving Dodgeball the movie; yeah.) and we go to the Verizon store out towards Ross Park. After waiting about 20 minutes or so of playing Jump Ultimate Stars and eating Tootsie pops before we saunter on up. Employee discounts are cool, but not so cool when you don't get to use them.
So, some shit goes down and because I'm not one of the preteen boppers who beg for their parents to get them a credit card and I don't have credit, I'm faced with this; $400 dollar deposit, which has me going all types of what the fuck.
I had the cash around, yanno. I'm just the type of person who has a kiddy pool of ones laying around in my room so I can take a swim inside of it. I roll like that. That's basically what my entire day was.
So Verizon, I say to thee; Bad credit? No. Good Credit? Potentially. No Credit? Yes, I have no credit. That means I'm not orgasmic or a hobo.
In short; Fuck you Verizon, I'm going to get your phone and make prank calls to celebrities who are in just to thwart you. |
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| Hurh |
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| 11:35am 21/03/2007 |
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mood:  content music: One Piece Grand Battle stuffs
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So, yeah. I'm still alive but I don't really feel like being so so someone should make me a badass zombie.
Working still at Walgreens despite the theft. :O But I'm upgrade-able! I work in photo now so I stare at the pictures you take of your sister and fapfapfap to them when I get off of work, pun not intended I think.
Juuuuuuust kidding.
Umu.. MMOs are taking over my life again, damnit. Private Servers on , Albatross18 and on occassion MapleStory will get to me. It's hax, Itellsyou.
There's not much really with my life going on nor the bits that anyone would really be interested it. I need to get into more system games since the only other games I've been playing are Super Robot Taisen W and Jump Ultimate Stars; both of which are actually teaching me wee bits of the language mainly because I know character names and ZOMGGIANTROBOTS. :3
Nyor~o. I think that's it. I'lll try to update more whenver work isn't slaving me. Kay, ta. |
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| 10:02pm 21/01/2007 |
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Ugh.
So, fuck. Work is really a bitch. It's long and tedious and I hate old people who bitch to me about a nickel difference on their coupon.
Oh yeah. I guess I haven't really updated this thing in a while. I got employed at Walgreen's a bit ago. 6.45 an hour, 8 hour shifts. Usually I work 4 days in a week, maybe about 30 hours a week since Im part-time, but I put in more hours and mosre work thna most people so I'll be damned if I don't get me no Assistant Managership anytime soon.
Shit. I forgot my poin. |
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| 12:09pm 09/12/2006 |
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It's been a while, ol' journal of mine. Last time I updated you, I was sitting at adesktop.
I'm sitting at a desktop once more. It's pretty nice and all to sit and comfort yourself in the relaxations of a bitchingly sweet chair.
This computer is sweet. Bitchin, even. Totally kickass. Costing an arm anda leg, but I need it for my resources.
Grandmother's staying with me when she gets senile.
Shit, I had planned on making some full blown thing but I got sidetracked. |
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| 01:51am 05/11/2006 |
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Before I end up forgetting;
I know a lot of people on my friendslist are Zombiemaniacs, so this is why I'm kinda throwing it up there. I got to meet Tom Savini a bit ago when he came to Pittsburgh for a screening of Night of the Living Dead. I told my riend that I'd get him an Autograph. Well, he was kind enough to actually give me Four autographs, which was supercool of him. So I've got two, possibly three others to send out to people who are fans (as I don't know if I'm going to keep one myself.) So if you want one, then yes.
I'll probably make an actual factual post about life later, if I remember. And once more, sorry about not commenting. Bad computer and windows and bleh. |
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| Zombie Lovers; Read |
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| 06:22pm 22/09/2006 |
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The Dead Walk.
One Weekend Only: October 20th and 21st, 2006.
Waterworks Cinemas Proudly presents the 1990 Film:
Night of the Living Dead. Two Midnight screenings PLUS special added attractions:
Friday Night: Guest Appearance by director Tom Savini
Saturday Night: Living Dead Trivia Contest! Win Autographed Prizes.
Waterworks Cienmas Number: 412 784 1416
I figured Dustin and Emily would love this the best and all. |
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| 03:00am 31/08/2006 |
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Urgh.
I had a summer job, which explains the lack of posting. I apologize, I suppose. Preoccupiedness took over.
All in all, I got a sweet 400 bucks working there after taxes. Fucking government stealing my money. Naggity nag nag nag I go.
If I missed any birthdays, I apologize. Super Cereal. I just got around to checking my email which contained 593 messages. Sorting through them to reply to comments, so sorry if they're like.. uber late. |
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| 03:01am 07/08/2006 |
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I'm going to revamp my entire journal, because I'm bored.
I have nothing else to do.
I need to learn how to format the shit and make a layout instead of just posting a background or something. |
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| 03:39pm 31/07/2006 |
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And then in an instant it begins to tumble downwards at the base, slowly crushing every little ounce of ground beneath it.
I'm that bottom brick that gave way first and started the chain reaction which resulted in the collapsing of everything. Yeah, I'm awesome.
Maybe I should staple my mouth shut again, that seemed to keep me quiet for a while. Sewing could probably work easily as well, though sewing takes patience that I don't want to have, not to mention the fact that I don't have anything to use.
...What am I rambling on about? I don't really know nowadays. That's the awesome part about it.
Let's see if I can possibly fuck things up even more. That's how I roll.
side-note; Drowning your mind by killing over five-thousand heartless in Kingdom Hearts 2 is a fun thing. |
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