July, 2004

  1. Well, Shit On You!

    July 29, 2004 by raspberryvixen

    I just about snorted Sprite out my nose just now.

    The strange things people search for.

    This one just made me wonder.

    Vicodin and temper“? Not in the least. That shit makes me feel GOOD. If I can keep the nausea at bay, that is.

    Um, WHAT?!? And then there’s the fact that I came up #1 on that little search! Gaw!

    World Naked Ice Hockey
    ? Hmmmm.

    Any time you’re having a bad day, check your referrers. Always good for a laugh.

  2. Pissish.

    July 29, 2004 by raspberryvixen

    It’s amazing how quickly a half-decent day can go to shit.

    0.0001232 seconds, as a matter of fact.

    I guess it’s kind of a carry over from last night. We got our asses handed to us in 9-ball Tier 1 semi-finals. Didn’t even make it to the fifth match. Hell, we handed the opposing team a quick 30 points within the first two matches.

    So, yeah, that sucked. Then I couldn’t get up this morning. I just didn’t want to. I’ve had a nagging headache for the last three days and I was hungry as hell, but I didn’t want to get out of bed.

    Surprisingly made it to work five minutes early. The boss is extremely nervous about going on vacation next week and I totally understand where he’s coming from. I told him he needs to put an ad in the paper. Enough is enough…especially since I walked in this morning and wonderpressman wasn’t here. His excuse? He overslept.


    My cell phone battery is dead and I don’t know why. I’m about thisclose to saying “Fuck it” and buying a new phone this weekend. Must. Resist. Temptation. Sprint’s got this pretty little camera phone that comes in red (*rawr*) that I really want. And it’s got a nice little rebate…so since I’ve had my phone for almost two years, I’m good with being able to take advantage of said rebate.

    But if I went and bought that phone this week, I’d have to pay rent late, because I’d be using this Friday’s paycheck. Which is no big deal, ’cause I do it all the time. But if I did that, I wouldn’t be able to do it at the end of the month, so I’d have money for vacation. I’m slowly starting to get sick of this shit…


    The boy calls me at work all pissed off. He’s not gotten paid.

    WTF? Yeah, just one more thing to make me HATE HIS FUCKING COMPANY.

    He had submitted on the 6th a new direct deposit slip, since we had started a new checking account together. When his paycheck for the 22nd got deposited in his old account, he went and checked on it and the payroll department said the new direct deposit would be “effective immediately.”

    Well, it’s funny, ’cause his paycheck isn’t in our bank account or his old bank account. And when he called, he was hungry, pissed off, had barely enough gas to get home from work and almost out of cigarettes.


    If any of you have any pull with any kind of higher-ups in your life, please say a prayer for my poor boy to get a job with the place he just applied for a few days ago. Thanks.

    Ok, time to send the co-worker down to the Farmers’ Market to go score me a two pound fajita. Maybe then my day might brighten up a bit.

  3. Surprised.

    July 28, 2004 by raspberryvixen

    Got out of work early today to go see my eye doctor.

    This is the first time I’ve had a doctor’s appointment that came with good news in a LONG time.

    I had to take have a visual field test done, since the pressure in my eyes, especially my left one, is so high for someone my age. I passed the test with flying colors. Everything is normal. My peripheral vision is fine.

    In fact, the pressure in both my eyes is down. The doctor also told me I have super thick corneas. And although it doesn’t sound like it, that’s a GOOD thing. A thicker cornea can sustain more pressure and doesn’t scratch or indent easily. Which would explain why, in all my years of clawing at my eyes, I’ve only ever scratched my cornea ONCE. Go figure. It was a neat test they did to check that…the woman stuck what looked like the point of a pencil in my eye (I didn’t feel a thing) to test the thickness. What was weird about it was the ripple effect that it caused. Made everything around it look like…well, you know how water looks when a droplet hits it? It ripples out? Yeah, just like that. Kinda how the mirror went all goofy on Neo in the beginning of The Matrix.

    AND…this is the big thing.


    Woah. I about fell out of the chair.

    The doctor said all the test that they’d run today looked really good. Everything’s normal, which is something that’s not said very often lately when it comes to me and doctors.

    I left the office with a smile on my face. Which NEVER happens when I’m leaving a doctor’s office. :)

  4. Not-So-Ordinary Morning.

    July 28, 2004 by raspberryvixen

    The one morning that I did not want to be late for work, since I’m leaving three hours early for an eye doctor’s appointment…and I’m later than shit.

    Super duper bad accident on I-95 this morning fucked with everything. I had to go way up north just to get around the backups. Once I was finally able to get around all the traffic and off on the backroads that I take, I flew. Let’s just say that if I had gotten caught speeding this morning, the cop would’ve taken my driver’s license and ripped it up right then and there.

    Only four more hours to go.

    I have to remember to stop by the bar and pickup the paperwork for my pool team after I leave the eye doctor’s. We made Tier 1 finals and we’re playing away tonight. This is my last chance to get a trophy…unless our Thursday team takes the wildcard…before we start the new in-house league in the middle of August.

    Luckily, the new league starts up the week of August 15th, which is perfect, since the week before that I have to deal with open to closes all week. Boss leaves for California on the 5th. And you know what that means!


    Yay. Oh, and lots of internet surfing without screen-flipping. Heh.

    But the overtime will come in handy when the boy and I leave for our vacation on the 4th of September.

    Gah. Time to pay my car insurance. Yuck.

  5. Hatred.

    July 27, 2004 by raspberryvixen

    If there’s anything in the world that I hate typesetting more than anything, it’s stuff for a wedding.

    Yes, yes, I know, I’m a bride to be. I sure be more forgiving.


    Brides to be are the biggest pains in the asses on the planet when it comes to printing. No lie. Every time we have to print something in-house as opposed to them buying from our outsourced wedding catalog, there’s a problem.

    I’m typesetting a wedding program for a girl who’s already had the program printed, but their officiant got switched on her and she has to get things re-done.

    Fine. No problem. I hate matching fonts. Really. It’s annoying. But I get the fonts matched as close as possible and get the job set up.

    And then she and two family members walk through the front door and make a myriad of changes.

    I’m so glad the boss didn’t price quote the job when the girl came in the first time. ‘Cause the price for the type just doubled.

  6. The Best Candidate For The Job.

    July 27, 2004 by raspberryvixen

    The boy and I are supposed to go to the movies tonight, courtesy of free passes to an advance screening of “The Manchurian Candidate.”

    Don’t see it happening. I’m just too tired to do anything right now, and I’m quite sure he feels the same way.

    I hope he remembers to take the pork chops out of the freezer when he gets home, otherwise, we’ll be eating a late dinner. Last night I impressed even myself…We were done dinner before 7. We usually don’t eat until almost 8 on most nights. I marinated up some steaks overnight and tossed them in the oven, and then we had my spinach/bacon/garlic mix leftover from Sunday’s dinner, along with mashed potatoes.

    I’ve become quite the cook lately. One of these days, I’m going to sift through all my recipes and find some new ones, then make up a shopping list so I can have the stuff on hand, then spend a weekend experimenting with new recipes. The boy appreciates a good meal and I sure don’t mind cooking for him.

    Now, if only he’d learn how to clean up after himself…

  7. Blue Tuesday.

    July 27, 2004 by raspberryvixen

    Verra verra tired. I just can’t seem to get a proper night’s sleep during the week. Granted, I know it doesn’t help that the boy has to get up earlier and usually wakes me up. Then there’s the fact that nine times out of ten I’m up before him anyway, as my bladder seems to have shrunk to the size of a pea.


    I’m just all out of sorts today. Everything and everybody is getting on my nerves, which isn’t a good thing. I forgot to take the pork chops out of the freezer for dinner tonight this morning. I forgot to do this, I didn’t do that. Yeah, well. My head and knees are aching. Leave me the hell alone. :P

    I made the boy apply for a new job last night. It’s at a manufacturing company north of us, but the commute would be ten times easier than what he’s driving now. We’ll have to see what happens. It’s got its good points…starting salary only a little less than what he’s making now, easier commute, more time off…but the bad points may outweigh things just a bit. Twelve hour rotaing shifts, three or four days a week, depending on the week. Night shift every seven weeks. If he were to get this job, he may have to give up or curtail his schooling, which he doesn’t really want to do, since we get the extra money coming in while he’s in school from the GI Bill…even though he’s having a bit of a degree choice crisis.

    Ah, the good old degree choice crisis. I had one of those way back in the day. Gee, that was back in *choke* 1990, wasn’t it? I went into the art program at my local community college and promptly became a disillusioned artist that shunned any sort of art after three weeks in class. I dropped all my art courses except for Art History and started taking business classes.

    The boy, on the other hand, has gotten about halfway through the computer graphics program and is now wondering how in the name of all that’s holy is he ever going to find a job, since everybody wants either a bachelor’s degree (he’s working on an associates) or experience (of which he has no real technical experience except for what he does at home.) Not a good combination.

    I’ll be the first to admit…I got lucky and pretty much fell into my job. I had no graphics degree, although I did have some experience in the copying/printing industry. I started out as a customer service rep. (Ew, how I hate that title!) By the time I became the shop manager, I had taught myself all that I know. And I’m constantly learning new things as programs evolve. It’s not an easy career to have. There’s so much stuff you need to know.

    Oh, and then there’s the dealing with people part of the job…


    What the hell was I talking about?

  8. Appreciation.

    July 26, 2004 by raspberryvixen

    There is nothing better than your boss telling you just how much he appreciates all your hard work and efforts, especially during the last two weeks of the pressman not being at work.

    I try as much as I can to take some of the weight off of his shoulders. I feel helpless sometimes. I wish there were more that I could do. I’d love to learn how to run the press so we wouldn’t have to deal with this shit. Granted, I wouldn’t be anywhere as swift and good with tweaking the press as our pressman is, but it sure as hell would help.

    I know the boss is especially nervous, because he’s going on vacation on the 5th of August. Admittedly, I am, as well. The fact that our pressman has no regard for anyone else other than himself is quite annoying, to say the least.

    And that being said, I’ve kicked the boss out of the office early and have the place to myself…