tinhuviel: (Spork)
In the late 80s, I saw the movie Jumpin Jack Flash. I was so impressed with the character of Terri Dolittle, I decided right then and there that, if I ever found myself in a dead end bank job, I would decorate my desk to the point of the absurd, just to express my personality and piss off my boss (if my boss was a prick). Well, lucky me! I ended up in that dead end job in 1997 only it wasn't a bank, it was the music industry, and my boss was a complete and utter prick from hell. The Feudal Mistress was a sparse decorator because she had no bloody imagination. So I set to decorating. My cube was right outside her office so it was like having the bastard child of Salvador Dali and Fred Sanford sitting on her doorstep at all times. I'm sure she would have fired me if she could have, but I was the best special orders rep she had, handling all the large and difficult accounts. If I left, that would have meant she would have actually had to do some work, a lot of which she didn't didn't know how to do. It took years to collect everything I ended up having, yet only a few days to dismantle the mess. And I just found the pictures I took prior to moving out in 2005. So here 'tis, my homage to Whoopi Goldberg's madness in Jumpin' Jack Flash.

The Cube Tour )

So there you have it. My home away from home for long enough to drive me completely mad. It's been four years since we were all laid off and the only thing I miss about the place were some of the phenomenal people I met along the way and the chance to terrorise the Feudal Mistress on a daily basis. She needed to have a chopstick inserted into her eye. Instead, I gave her a figurative chopstick with my ridiculous decor.
tinhuviel: (Dubya)
For folks who came to this journal after August 2005, the Pit refers to my previous place of employment, what was once called BMG Entertainment, but later became Sony BMG. My Friend Todd still works for them. That's actually how we met, working at what was then known as the RCA Music Service way back in 1987.

Anyway, he forwarded this Billboard news article to me. I called him as soon as I got the email to see where this leaves him. He doesn't know because the weasels who run the company aren't talking. They're pretty much doing what they did back in 2004, keeping their lips closed for as long as they can in order to maintain control of what few employees they have left up until the very end when these wage slaves are no longer needed.

Apparently, the club portion of the industry (buy fortyleven CDs for a penny and give your souls to us, that club, dig?) has already been sold. This means that the folks in the last remaining Duncan warehouse are all out of a job pretty much. At least that's how it seems to be going down. I hope I'm mistaken about this, but I don't think so. Of course, no one in the halls of power will lose their jobs, just the "little people" who actually need their jobs and the insurance that comes along with them.


I spent yesterday in the emergency room holding my head in my lap after it fell off and rolled away. [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake came to the house, picked up my head, and drove me to the ER. I loves me some [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake. The first thing they did when they got me to the triage room was ask about insurance. Now, they can't refuse treatment to people who have no insurance, but they sure as hell harass you after the fact.

The doctor came in and shown light in my eyes. After I grabbed him by the collar and shook him to and fro for doing such a horrible thing to a person with a migraine, he ordered me up a migraine injection comprised of a cocktail of nubain and phenergin. The nurse came in shortly afterward, injected a half gallon of liquid into my hiney, reattached my head, and sent me home to die.

I told a lady at work today that, when the hospital sends me the bill, I'm forwarding it to Dubya. The bastich can afford to pay it much more easily than I, who can't pay it at all at the mo. His policies and evil deeds are the reason why I can't afford a visit to the ER and probably why my migraines have increased in severity and frequency anyway. Bastich.... We hates him, Precious. Hates. Him.
tinhuviel: (Mr. Tiscic)
I don't think I've been in this foul a mood since..... since..... since before I left The Pit! I've been having to chew on my tongue to keep from biting Aunt Tudi's head clean off. Everything just irritates the holy crap out of me and I find myself scanning the skies for a merciful nyoo-keee-lurr missile.

The only thing I saw were contrails. Contrails contrails contrails every-damned-where! Before 9-11, you'd see the occasional contrail and go "meh....contrail." Now, they often outnumber the clouds. They're all over the place. There's not a place in the sky that you can't not see a contrail. I hate them. They're ugly, unnatural, and they scream "police state" to me. Damned contrails....
tinhuviel: (Pit Potentate)
For the past 11 years in The Pit, we all got an ornament each year representing one of the days of the Twelve Days of Krimmus. This year would have been the end of the collection with the 12th Day of Krimmus being featured. Even though I'm no longer indentured in The Pit, I wanted to complete the collection mainly for Aunt Tudi, who has been collecting these plate ornaments for....well, for 11 years! Having contacts in The Pit, I reached out to them earlier to see if they could snag an extra ornament for me. Mary wrote me back to tell me that the Feudal Overlord decided not to continue the series this year.

What sort of malicious soul does such a thing? Did he even consider the obsessive-compulsives who may want to jump off a bridge because they now have an incomplete collection? I swear, this makes me want to go over to The Pit and jerk that man up by his goozle, and shake him about for a while.

Frakking corporate assholes....
tinhuviel: (Pit Potentate)
After having paid the bills in all haste, I had some leftover time and decided to waste it going over to The Pit to visit with my homies and gloat about the fact that I'm deliriously happy with unemployment and no longer having the boot heel of the Feudal Mistress in the small of my back. I spent about thirty minutes with the people who count and had a really great visit. I plan on going back soon.

Everyone seems as miserable as ever and they've actually hired a couple of people back because the Feudal Overlords realised that they couldn't run the place on a wing, a prayer, and three temps. Why anyone would go back is beyond me, but everyone's situation is different, so I'm not judging or hating. I wish them all very best of luck if they remain in said Hellhole.

Am now waiting on Aunt Tudi to finish getting ready, then it's off to the doctor! I may take the laptop with me since the battery is charged up, and write some on The Chalice while I wait on Aunt Tudi at Dr. Boscia's. Then we're off to Dr. Patch's with the ingredients of Sleepytime Tea in tow. Gloria is going to ask doc what herb is it in the tea that is the equivalent of crack for cats, and if it's safe. If it's safe, I'm going to ply Shmoop with an abundance of the brew. She could use a downer.

No sign of "Cormorant" yet. And I weep.
tinhuviel: (Dark Eyes)
NSUCK is coming out with a greatest hits album (0.o bzuh?) and I don't have to peddle their swill this time!!

::collapses in a fit of pure joy::

Oh...and PS: B is going to eat [livejournal.com profile] falkenna. I have seen it books somewhere. Another sign of the Alpaca Lips.
tinhuviel: (Pensive)
I've been in a foul mood all day. It's PMS, I know that, but knowing this doesn't stop my ill humour. Aunt Tudi and I went to see Deuce Bigalow: European Gigolo. It wasn't that good. Some cute parts, thanks to Eddie Griffin, but meh..

And we've been snipping at each other all day. This is 99% my fault because I'm lacking in patience and generosity today. So yeah..not good.

Then, I reach out to [livejournal.com profile] sifu_rick to get the rest of those labels to him. Our connection wasn't good, but I did make out that he had to go to a funeral home this evening. When I met him over at The Pit a few minutes ago, he told me that Roger Godfrey had died over the weekend, apparently of liver cancer. I didn't even know he was sick. I mean, I knew he wasn't in the best of health, as he'd never been so for the duration I'd known him, but I had no clue he was terminal... What's so bad is, I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to him before I left The Pit. I never could find him out in the warehouse on my last day. Roger has been on my mind all day long today, to the point of my wondering if the Feudal Overlords would let me go out to the warehouse just to say goodbye. And then, this evening, to find out that he's dead. Damn. Just damn.

I'm supposed to go see Llew in about thirty minutes. Given my current state of mind, I'd much rather just stay at home and try to sleep away all the woe.
tinhuviel: (Chaos)
Today has so far been my most productive day since the onset of my gainful unemployment. I got up at 7 AM, threw my hair in a hat, got dressed, collected Aunt Tudi and Shmoop and arrived at the vet's office by 7:35. We dropped off Shmoop for her spaying appointment and headed for Wally World. Wally World in the early morning is even more pleasant than the late morning! We were in and out by 9:30 and home by 10 AM.

By 10:30, I was outside mowing the grass for the first time in about 3 weeks (it didn't look horrible, but it was pretty bad I'm ashamed to say). I didn't use the lawn tractor; instead, I used the push mower because it has mulching action. By 11:15, I'd finished up and was jumping in the shower.

A swift clean up and some makeup by 11:40, and Aunt Tudi and I were heading back out the door to meet up with my ex-fellow serfs for Judy's birthday/farewell dinner. I followed some folks over to Charlie's Barbecue off highway 14 and we all partied down for about an hour. The Feudal Mistress was at the other end of the table from me, so I was unable to vent any wrath down upon her. Other than that, it was really good to hobnob with my homies. Everyone was keen to hear how I was handling being unemployed. I told them how wonderful I felt, that I felt 10 years younger and the hump on my back had mysteriously disappeared!

Right now, I'm home, but it's merely a pit stop. We're about to head back out to Sparkle City to the One Stop place where I'll file for school benefits. After that, I'm heading back home to work on the Shriekback and Barry Andrews websites. By then, I'll be ready to vegetate a little more. Whoooo!
tinhuviel: (Hickey Monster)
That first bit is from Eddie Izzard's "Dress to Kill" show, when he was making fun of John F. Kennedy saying "Ich bin ein Berliner." The cuckoo clock bit comes from my favourite Orson Welles line:

"In Italy for 30 years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed - they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, 500 years of democracy and peace and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock."

I knew it would happen, but I didn't realise it would happen so quickly. I've overdosed on happiness and respite. Since my departure from The Pit and my separation from my arch-enemy The Feudal Mistress, I feel that I have swiftly lost my edge. I've become a doughy lump on the couch, spending way too much time actually enjoying Lifetime Television. Aunt Tudi has been passing by on occasion and checking for a pulse. There have actually been some days that not one expletive would come out of my mouth ~ not one!

I feel de-Sithed. It's like I had Maul's balls until my release from The Pit, whereupon I was swiftly castrated. Woe is I!

Before I ever left The Pit, I had expressed dismay at no longer having strife and turmoil in my life, no longer having a nemesis with whom to spar. Now that this has come to pass, I feel out of sorts. No more am I Italy, producing Da Vincis of dread. Lo! I am now Switzerland, popping out cuckoo clocks of contentment! What the hell am I gonna do now?

I'm beginning to hope that school won't be what it always was before, a walk in the park. I'm hoping that I hate my teachers and I struggle with the work. At least, then, I'll have something to bitch about and will once more feel whole.

My problem is that, even though I'm displeased with being happy, I'm too happy to ruin my current state of bliss. I am a bad Sith. Bad, bad Sith!

There are no words for how much I'm looking forward to lunch tomorrow. Judy's farewell/birthday dinner is tomorrow and Aunt Tudi and I will be in attendance. I'm planning on looking fabulous, bright-eyed and rejuvenated for the dinner just to show everyone how much good getting away from The Pit has done me. But I'm also planning on pouring my derision all over the Feudal Mistress with extreme prejudice. It's long overdue and I need to prove to myself that I haven't lost my Sithly mojo.
tinhuviel: (Maul Huh?)
I have been a total slacker these past few days. But I did get some things done. I updated my resume on Monster and sent it out to a few folks. The job market in this area sucks like a gigantic Hoover in a Japanese monster movie, which is actually working in my favour because I want to go to school instead being a corporate slave.

There is a knot of muscle the size of a large goose egg on the left side of my lower back. I'm going to see Lisa at the doc's office tomorrow morning about it. This knot is the main reason I wasn't online yesterday. I chose to lie about and moan instead of being social on The Intarweb.

After being poked at repeatedly with a large stick by Aunt Tudi, I finally gave in and went out into public today. Waiting for me at the big PO was the LOST DVD. Lo! I am excited! We also paid the utility bills and went to Wal-Mart. The shoppers at Wal-Mart during the day are a lot more pleasant than the shoppers I've always encountered in the evenings and on weekends. They're nice and don't insist on getting in my way. Of course, most of them are elderly. I can deal with the elderly 99% of the time. That 1% wherein they earn my eternal wrath is when they're driving down the road at 5 miles an hour and weaving to where I can't get around their wrinkled arses. But I like them at 1 PM in Wal-Mart.

I am supposed to go to a job-finding orientation thingie on 21 September. My unemployment insurance may be in danger if I don't attend. Well, whoopee-fucking-doo! I guess I'll be at the SC employment commission first thing that Wednesday morning.

What else is going on?

Oh! I have to renew my drivers license tomorrow. It expires on Saturday. Almost forgot about that.... So I'll be putting on make-up tomorrow morning before I head to the DMV. At least I won't have to worry about it for 5 more years after tomorrow. Lessee....I'll have to get another license in 2010....and that'll be my last one since everything is going to go kaput in 2012. Not too shabby.

I turned on my old printer so I could pull out the ink cartridges and see what kind I needed. Was planning on getting more ink for the printer as I need to print out stuff, like evidence I've applied for jobs online, and I have no way of doing it. When I turned on the printer, though, it made a sound like kkkkkkkkkkkbrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhfffffffffffffffftt and the trouble light started blinking madly. Well, shit on a stick! I think that means that the printer is no more. When I get my big honkin' severance check next week, I'll be getting a new cheap printer. I found one for 40 bucks at Wally World. That's what I'm going for.

Aunt Tudi gave me my birthday gifties early. She can't hold on to things to save her life, bless her! She bestowed upon me a wrist watch, which I really needed, and a handheld Tetris game. I have a weakness for Tetris, yea and verily. Also, she gave me a stack of 45s complete with picture sleeves! I'm blessed, I tell you, blessed!

Last, but not least, I got a call from Judy yesterday. Her last day is definitely 16 September and it seems as though she's the last in the old SOS department. The Feudal Mistress has been transferred to another warehouse to help with the Returns operations on a temporary basis. I hope it's temporary. If she gets to stay after all the rest of us were escorted out of The Pit, I will be so pissed off, I'm going to turn into Ren Hoek preparing to beat Kowalski with a wood spoon. But Judy assured me that the FM will indeed be talking the Long Walk eventually. My Pit spies will have to keep me posted on this in the future.... In more pleasant news, I'm on the calendar to join my former fellow Serfs next Friday for Judy's farewell dinner. Aunt Tudi will most likely accompany me.

Orright, I'm thinking that's all I have to offer. My life is so boring now. I love it!

Oh, here's a pic that's too adorable not to post.

meow )

The end.
tinhuviel: (Pit Potentate)
I took more pics on Friday. This is the last of 'em folks! No more pictures from The Pit. From now on, all I'll have are photies of flora, fauna, and the occasional ominous cloud.

click for photage )

Snorfle

Aug. 28th, 2005 11:49 am
tinhuviel: (Asthma Hound Chihuahua)
I'm celebrating my recent release from The Pit with a fantabulous sinus infection. My head feels like a gigantic balloon, stretched well beyond capacity. Muh. The grass still hasn't been mown ~ maybe this afternoon if I'm feeling better. I haven't been online since early Friday afternoon. Right before my exit interview, our server went down again, so I had no access. The Feudal Mistress was eager to see me go, so I left early Friday, shortly after 4 PM. Tomorrow or Tuesday, I have to go back and sign off on the rest of the paperwork. Then I wait approximately 2 weeks for my severance. This will prevent my going anywhere or doing anything until I have that money. Damn...another DragonCon missed.

I'm tempted to poke myself in the face with a safety pin, just to deflate a little. It may hurt, but it'd be worth it.
tinhuviel: (Pit Potentate)
Well, lunch was a success. About 740 people showed up. Well, not that many, but it was quite a crowd! [livejournal.com profile] green_goblin70 commented that this was the largest group he'd ever seen for a farewell luncheon. I explained to him that there was a crowd because I'd been in The Pit for so long and a number of folks were attending just to see if it were true that I was actually leaving this time 'round. Seriously, I've survived so many cuts and downsizes in the past, it's really pretty much unbelievable that I'm checking out.

[livejournal.com profile] green_goblin70 brought to me a Darth Vader gum ball machine, bless him. I swear, he's the most gift-givenest person I've ever met. I know he loves me, even if he refuses to admit it in public. I love him too. I think it's time for beer now.

I still haven't gotten my exit interview yet. Even though it was supposed to be this morning, Jan rescheduled it for 3:30 this afternoon. Dang! I was hoping to have it done and over with by now. Ah well, such are the wheels, cogs, and gears of business. I'm glad I'm getting out of it.

::looks around cube::
The only things I haven't packed up are my radio and my water cup. Everything else is either gone or packed and ready to go. The end of an era, yea and verily!
tinhuviel: (Eh wot?)
Today is Tin's last day working in the building next door. I came in EARLY so that I could take an extended lunch and have it with everyone to say good bye. She oughtta appreciate that, because I already have to stay late all the time, coming in early is something not hardly on my schedule...except for her.

Now that I think of it I'd like to see the Fuedal Mistress rise at the end of the luncheon and reach out and have the following discussion:

FM "You are beaten, don't make me destroy you as I did the Goblin. Join me and let me complete your training".

Tin: "I'll never join you".

FM "If you only knew the power...the Goblin never told you about your mother did he?"

Tin: "He told me enough..."

FM "NO Tin, I AM YOUR MOTHER"

Tin: "NOOO, NOOOO, that's not true, THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE"

FM: "SEARCH YOUR FEELINGS, YOU KNOW IT TO BE TRUE"

Tin: "NOooooooooooo!"

You should post this spoof in your own journal if you don't mind, because here you'll be the only one to read it and I'd be interested to see what others thought of it.
tinhuviel: (Alrighty then)
Yesterday afternoon, after Aunt Tudi and I returned from Hell Wal-Mart, Little Michael came by to sharpen the blades on my lawn tractor. Now, three weeks ago, when I went to get the tractor out to mow the grass, Agro the agriculturally pregnant cat, was in labour in my out-building, so I couldn't start the tractor up. When Little Michael, pulled the tractor out, I noticed that the kittens were still in the building and they were absolutely terrified by the loud motor on the mower. I checked them all out, all five of them (no wonder Agro was so huge!), and noted that they have the same eye condition that Shmoop had when I yoinked her away from Agro. They're not old enough to deal with antibiotics yet. As long as they're nursing, I need to let the natural antibodies in Agro's milk try to help them. If that doesn't work, when they start coming to the back yard for food, I'll start administering meds to them. There are two ginger kittens, one tabby, one black, and one pale pastel calico and grey. The calico and grey is the runt. She still has little bald feet! Agro was highly disturbed that her maternity ward had been compromised and promptly began moving her babies. I was able to get a picture of three of them before she returned to pick up another.

kittie goodness )

I hate we scared the babies like we did, but at least now I can get the lawn tractor out and do what needs to be done without disturbing anyone else. Speaking of which, I'll be mowing grass right after work. May the Great Goddess have mercy on my soul.


Today, I'm wearing a shirt that Todd bought for me back in 1988. I've worn it off and on to work ever since, and I thought it would be appropriate to wear it today, my last day here in The Pit.

dys )

Now, I'm just waiting around to be called to "human" resources for my exit interview. Then it's Mexican food time and a boring afternoon until I'm cut loose for the last time.
tinhuviel: (Molina)
I'd rather be in a ditch, covered in petrol, and on fire than to be here in The Pit right now, listening to the Feudal Mistress be self-important over the phones. She hasn't shut her pie-hole all damned day long. Speaking of the Feudal Mistress, I've decided to do something thoroughly petty and immature after I'm in possession of my severance check. Tuesday morning, I packed up the remainder of my goodies in one of those bankers boxes the Feudal Mistress said she prefer I not use so, after I have my check in hand and cashed, I'm gonna get Aunt Tudi to take a picture of me holding the bankers box, and then I'm gonna email it to the Feudal Mistress with a sound wave of Nelson Muntz going "HA-HA."


For some ungodly reason, Aunt Tudi and I have watched "Family Feud" for the past couple of evenings. When I was a kid and watched it during the Richard Dawson years, when the entire stage needed to be scrubbed with bleach, I was always so happy to get the number one answer. Not so anymore. If you get the number one answer on "Family Feud," this means that you're part of the herd mentality much more than you would care to admit. If I lost miserably on "Family Feud" because I never got any of the survey answers, I'd be proud and proclaim my individuality before the studio audience and viewers nationwide. Then again, being a contestant on "Family Feud" would pretty much scream for all to witness that I and my family are nothing but drones caught up in the icky icky glue that is American Pop Culture. I have to say that the new "Family Feud" pretty much sucks. They've changed the music and the families that compete are high-fiving empty-headed weebles. I do like Richard Karn, though. I always liked him on "Home Improvement." He's my "type," or one of them.


After work, I will be afforded the supreme honour of going to Wal-Mart for an hour or so before picking up Chester from the vet's. Oh, how I love to spend my time at Wally World! Again....I'd rather be in a ditch, covered in petrol, on fire. Thankfully, we don't have much to pick up, so I won't have to be there for very long. My homicidal nature is honed to a nice fine point whilst in the presence of so many Rednecks in a confined area, so the sooner I get out of there, the better off I'll be.


My squeaky chair has begun to vex me. I thought about asking Lonnie to send a dude up with some WD-40 but, really, why bother now? I only have 9 hours and 10 minutes total to suffer the noise.
tinhuviel: (Maul Huh?)
There's a dude here in The Pit whose name is Babu. Isn't that what Sally always called Linus? Her sweet Babu? Every time I see Babu, I want to say "Hello, my sweet Babu!" And he doesn't know me from adam, so he'd probably get really fearful that I was coming on to him.

I've finished cleaning off the rest of my desk and came across something that really took me back.

a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.... )

Man, those were the days. I saw that movie 15 times. How sad is that?
tinhuviel: (Pit Potentate)
I'm tempted to leave this on my cube wall. If it wouldn't endanger my severance, I'd do it in a heartbeat.

push pin message )
tinhuviel: (Eh wot?)
Yesterday evening, I visited Diane. She gave me a "Lord of the Rings" Trivial Pursuit game that Cathy had asked her to pass on to me. Now, if I can just find some local LOTR nerds to play it with me..... Anyway, Diane is doing pretty well after her heart attack. She seems feistier than ever and ready to kick all sorts of butt, mainly her family's collective butt, but that's a tale that ought not be told here.

After Diane, I went to see Llew. We spent a couple of hours together, enjoying the music of Nickel Creek. It seems that the prospect isn't going to work out. She's wanting to breed! And she doesn't have a kinky bone in her body. So...back to the drawing board.

I got home a little before 9 PM and went straight to bed. It's a sad situation when the highlight of your life is getting to go to sleep. I've a feeling this will change over the next year. At least I hope so.


I'm thinking about the things I need to do once I'm gainfully unemployed. I will need to work on forming new habits. I'm a creature of habit and am rabid about not having to change. If my routine is broken, then everything just flies all to hell. For instance, when I'm at work, I get all my water for the day in. When I'm not, I don't drink nearly as much as I should, because I'm not in the environment that triggers my habit.

My plan for my future time off is this: Wake up naturally, because that's the most healthy way to be, drink at least 8 to 16 ounces of water, go take a walk (at least 1.5 to 2 miles), come home, drink 8 to 16 more ounces of water. Then eat breakfast/brunch and get the day started with other activities. Not only will this jump start my water intake each day, but it will also probably encourage more weight loss. I've been terrible about actual aerobic exercise. After a day in The Pit, all I want to do is go home and sleep, which isn't healthy at all. My plan is to boost my health even more and become a stronger and more physically resilient person. I also think this will help me lose that last 23 pounds I want to get rid of.


Judy is back at work today from her surgery. She looks very different! She had a face and eyelid lift because her eyelids were drooping so much that it was causing her problems with her vision. I didn't think I'd see much of a difference in her, but it's there! Quite possibly, her happiness and excitement about starting a new chapter in her life is also affecting her appearance. If I get her permission, I may post before and after pictures here later on.

At lunchtime, I'm taking Chester to Michelle to be groomed. When I pick him up after work, I'll get a chance to discuss the whole vet tech avenue with my homies at Dr. Patch's office. I think they'll be more than supportive of the decision. Here's hoping that they'll also have some advice on how to proceed other than going back to school. One thing I've been thinking about is joining the local wildlife rescue group and volunteering to care for the animals. Not only would that be educational, but it'd also look damned good on a resume for when I'm ready to work in the new career.

Plans within plans!
tinhuviel: (Pentagram)
Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, I am currently reading The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown. I'm usually a slow reader, not because I'm illiterate, but because my mind runs much faster than my eyes and I tend to skip sentences, sometimes whole paragraphs, so I backtrack somewhat, especially with books I want to absorb thoroughly. Such was the case with The Great Mortality. I probably read the book twice because I constantly backtracked and poured over each word like it was gold. Now I'm reading The Da Vinci Code and it's a pretty quick read because I know where it's going. It's essentially a novelisation of the much more profound Holy Blood, Holy Grail. This is not to say that it's just fluff reading. I think it's a fantastic primer for anyone curious about the hidden history of Jesus Christ and his family line, and I believe without a doubt, that Jesus does have a family line that is still alive today. What the members of this royal family are intent on doing, or what the arcane powers that be plan on doing with them, is still up for conjecture. It could go either way, really. Their imminent revelation may be the dawn of a true new age or it could mean a drastic step toward global enslavement. Only the Illuminati know for certain.

Anyway, I'm about half way through the book and am really quite enjoying it since it's like a revisiting of mysteries already well-known. I can't ever thank Timothy enough for turning me onto the Templar Mysteries. He hasn't read The Da Vinci Code yet, so I really must pass the book on to him once I'm finished.

Today, I'm wearing a new tee I got at the company store for two measly bucks. I'm very happy with it and am amused by the baffled looks I'm receiving from my already uneasy coworkers.

333 )

Of course, because of my current reading material, combined with the fact that I recently saw National Treasure, it occurred to me how convenient the highest degree in Freemasonry is: 33.3. The Grand Masters are only half evil aren't they? Baaahahahah!

Seriously...I would be interested in discussing all these mysteries with B, if I can actually speak without swallowing my tongue and passing out.

It's been almost 3 weeks now since I mowed the grass. Tomorrow is THE DAY. It's supposed to clear out and cool off later on this afternoon and tomorrow is supposed to be cooler and breezy, with considerably lower humidity. So I go forth into the jungles that was once my finely manicured lawn. It's really a nightmare. I'm not lying. I have proof.

proof )

And I need to cut the suckers off my contorted filbert. They're taking over the front porch. The one thing I'm not cutting back are the morning glory vines. I adore morning glories as they're simple and beautiful, yet mostly unassuming, and they herald the coming Autumn.

glorious )

In other happy news.....

tinhuviel: (Dave Matthews)
No, it's not a sequel in the successful Canadian sci-fi franchise. It's my spot in The Pit....mostly nekkid.

nekkie )

Gone are my Dave Matthews posters and Shriek pictures! Gone is my 12" Doc Ock (waka waka). Gone are my various photos and renderings of Sith Lord Darth Maul. All I have now are the padded walls off which I have bounced numerous times in my 8 year stint here in Looneyville. Soon it shall be over, dearlings....soon.

Bluesday

Aug. 23rd, 2005 08:25 am
tinhuviel: (Bible)
This week isn't passing quickly enough. I awoke this morning thinking it was Thursday. Suckage. To top it off, I hear through the grapevine that El Bastardo Supremo, Pat Robertson, has opened the shithole he calls a mouth and suggested American operatives assassinate Hugo Chavez. Someone needs to crush him with a large block of cement.

Of all the Fundie assholes out there, it's Pat Robertson I despise the most. He always has this smug little half smile on his face while he preaches his hatred and stupidity. Would that I could slap that sneer off his ugly face. I cannot sufficiently transform into words how much I hate this man. He's a con man, a liar, and the epitome of religious evil.

In other news, the Feudal Mistress isn't here yet. She's officially 15 minutes late. I should suggest to personnel that she get docked in pay not only for being late, but for also being a bitch. During my first hour here in The Pit, I packed up the remainder of my stuff. All that's left are my coconut guardians and my mistletoe. They won't leave until I leave on Friday. I may bring in a smudge stick to cleanse the cube so I won't have any residual psychic connection to the place. All I'm going to leave behind is the sticker that says "Jesus was a pacifist." Maybe someone will take it to heart.

Today is supposed to be rainy and cooler than it has been lately. Then it's supposed to dry out considerably. Either tomorrow or Thursday will be my best bet to whip the lawn into submission. The property looks abandoned, the grass is so high, which is uncool 'cos I live there!

That's all I got for now. That and some more pics of B. I'm gonna have to upload all these to his site this weekend. That would be faboo.

royal barry-ness )
tinhuviel: (Pit Potentate)

tinhuviel: (Sith Tin)
Dear Motherfuckers,

You've made my life a literal hell for 8 full years. How does that make you feel? Oh, I forgot....you don't feel, because you're brainless wraiths of the Big Music Machine that chews its way through everything in its sight. You have no clue how lucky I feel to be leaving this hellhole with what little sanity I have left. I have hope that I can recover from your endless abuses by way of your rampant stupidity and that I can become a useful citizen of the world, forgetting about the horrors you've visited upon my psyche.

I may wake up in the night, shivering from cold sweats for having dreamt of my days in servitude to you, but I will soon come to my wits and realise it's only a nightmare from my bleak past as a corporate slave.

May your days be fraught with numerous terrors and an abundance of bad karma. May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits, and may the gods of darkness come and torment you in the night.

Multitudinous Curses Upon You,
Tinhuviel

PS You are the weakest link. GOOD BYE.
tinhuviel: (Pit Potentate)
This is the letter I'm pondering on sending to everyone on Friday.

Greetings Good People!

I just wanted to drop a line and bid all of you a fond adieu. Today is my last day here in Special Order Services. From here, I'm going to follow my dreams by furthering my education in the field of animal health care. Wish me luck as I'll need it!

When I started working for this company in 1987, it was still called the RCA Music Service. We'd just been bought out by Bertelsmann and I suddenly found myself working for BMG. I worked my way off the warehouse floor into Quality Assurance, then moved on to SOS, where I've been since 1997. Over the 18+ years I've been here, I've seen a lot of changes, some positive and some not so very positive. I've met a lot of great people, some of whom I can honestly say are very good friends. I've experienced joy, pride, degradation, and tears during my stay here.

And now it's time to go.

Thank you to those who made my job pleasant and marginally sane. I hope all of you do well in the future and that the Mighties smile down upon you.

Best of luck to you all!


Not too smooshy, and not too "I hate everyone in the world!" ~ right?
tinhuviel: (Maul Wrath)
I got a bankers box to put some of my stuff in to carry out this week. The Feudal Mistress came out and informed me that she had computer paper boxes for me to use and that she'd prefer I didn't use the larger bankers box because they were so expensive. WHAT.THE.FUCK??? Why would she even care? She's getting the boot same as the rest of us, so what does it matter that I use a box that would make my move a little more convenient? The paper boxes are about a third of the size and have no handles.

She needs to stop being such a company whore and let me leave in fucking peace!~ I swear, before I depart this hellhole, I'm going to inform her that she's a stupid bitch. I just know it.
tinhuviel: (Shriek-Basin-Barry!)
Or something like that.

Yes, we have entered the last stretch of hell and are rounding the bend far ahead of the other contenders! The victory will, I am certain, be glorious and filled with emotion!

No longer am I counting on my fingers and toes. Hell, I only need one hand now. It's a weird and wonderful feeling. And also daunting....I've really got to start seriously packing up my gear! I need boxes!

At least I have screencaps of my Daemonic Presence to keep me warm...or cold...or whatever.

Bazza )

Now, that's how I like to start the morning!
tinhuviel: (Spork)
When I'm in The Pit, I have a computer at my fingertips every single second of the day. It's not that way at home. At home, I have to pull out the laptop, grind it into action, then get online via a dial-up connection. Once I'm online, I have several animals and Aunt Tudi pulling my attention away from whatever online task is at hand. I don't post to LJ as much at home and understandably so.

Tomorrow, I begin my last week in The Pit. It will also probably be my last week of mega-posting to my journal. I will have to keep notes inside my head and make longer and less frequent posts. And, to be honest, I won't have as much to write about since I will no longer be enslaved in The Pit. Like any good Sith, unhappiness, anger, and dissatisfaction drive and inspire me. After this coming Friday, I will no longer have that.
tinhuviel: (Inconceivable)
I really want to stay up and watch Battlestar Galactica tonight, but I also really want to curl up and die as early as possible once I'm allowed to go home and stay there. I know I could tape BSG and watch it tomorrow, but watching it in real time is part of the experience for me. I can't explain it. Battlestar Galactica and Lost are two shows that I would much prefer to see during their air time. Maybe I'll take a nap, get up for BSG, then curl up and die. That may work.


Becky likes ELO. She's 21 and likes ELO. She didn't know who they were, but she'd heard "Evil Woman" before and liked it. For the first half of the day, my young friend was rocking onward to my CD. I'm impressed with her and her taste in music. The fact that she's so young and has just been grooving to Jeff Lynne's tunes threatens to restore a shred of my faith in humanity....just a shred.


The upper portion of my back is having mild muscle spasms. Not so bad that I'm immobilised, but bad enough to take my breath. Being a female of child-bearing years sucks big hairy ox balls. Every month, my body just decides to fall all to hell, my mood is worse than it usually is, and I get weepy. Weepy. Sith don't weep. We kick pooty-tang and laugh about it. We aren't supposed to fucking weep.


To top off my already shit day, the Feudal Mistress gave me a project in rifling through all the POP on a printed list that's about 1.5 inches thick, and figuring out what we can scrap. I did a scrap voucher for all the old New Release catalogs then, with Becky's help, sorted through the POP by label and created an Excel spreadsheet that included the selection number, artist, title, and quantity of each item. It's been a day long task. Only now was I able to forward the list to the offending parties who haven't yet gotten their crap outta here. Now I must wait to hear back from everyone as to what we can toss and what must remain; however, after next Friday, it's no longer my problem. Yay!


My weekend is pretty much planned out. Saturday, I'm sleeping and trying to recover from my heinous state of womanliness. Sunday, I'm mowing grass for the first time in two weeks. Of course, mowing is dependent on whether or not it rains. If it rains, the grass will continue to grow out of control. My front yard looks like Jordy Verrill's in the movie Creepshow and that ain't purdy.


Right now, I'm looking out the window watching a thunderhead literally boil. That's pretty cool.
tinhuviel: (Dubya)
There's a dude who works here in The Pit who's originally from Germany. Yeah, he's got the accent and everything. And he's incredibly Aryan: extra-fair skin, blond hair, blue eyes ~ just really fucking Aryan! And he's 12 feet tall and is as big around as a pencil. Very thin and vertical. His name is Juergen and I've only spoken to him once in the 3 years he's been here managing our ODS system. It's not that I won't speak to him; rather, we work on opposite ends of a very large building, so there's never been much of an opportunity.

The one time I talked to Juergen, it was in the parking lot to tell him how much I love his bumper sticker. This was a few months ago. Today, I got the chance to take a a picture of the sticker on his car. I think it's really pretty fucking cool that someone of German descent is speaking out against the asshole pigs who are essentially repeating the mistakes Nazi Germany made in the 30s and 40s. Really, someone from Germany would have more credence in saying "Hey, you fucking, beady-eyed retard! NOT.A.GOOD.IDEA." methinks.

So, yeah, Juergen rocks.

the bumpersticker )
tinhuviel: (Onslow)
I'm in a picture-taking mood in addition to being in a homicidal rage.

On my way out of The Pit, I saw that they've replaced all our old beloved BMG rugs with horrible, bland Arvato rugs. So I had to take a picture of the rug and then a picture of my reaction to seeing said rug.

rug and scowl )

As I was walking to my car, I noticed that a large black cloud had manifested itself right over my head. Oh, big surprise there! I think it's always present, thought not often so visible. I took a quick snapshot of that and a picture of the Feudal Mistress' car so I could always remember to avoid such cars in public.

black cloud and camry )

I went home and ate, watched some Jerry Springer (which only served to worsen my foul-ass mood), and helped Aunt Tudi do a major change of the cat box. Afterward, I had to go by the dump to drop off trash, then I headed back for The Pit. En route, I decided to record photographic evidence of the horror that is our gas prices. The Southeast is probably the lowest paying area in the US. We can't fucking afford this mmmkay?

it's all Dubya's fault )

After getting more pissed off at the gas prices, I made my way down the back road back to The Pit. I passed large portion of what used to be forest. It is now yet another area where Human has raped Earth. Colour me enraged!

fucking people.... )

I then took the back road (where Tamika Huston's remains were found) to The Pit, where my remains will be found. Here's Tin-Cam Live!

driver's eye view )

I walked back into this prison with Becky, whereupon I was harassed by Camel Toe about something not of my doing, then received this happy little letter from Becky as a result.

ha ha ha more questions for you that you don't have anything to do with. sucks to be you.
and a word of advice please stop sending matches in the mail b/c ARVATO SERVICES is not
hazmat/hvac (whatever the crap) qualified to do so.


I am now looking for a stick with which to hit Becky about the head and shoulders.

The End.

Nekkid

Aug. 18th, 2005 08:51 am
tinhuviel: (Maul Huh?)
This morning I am PMS'ing like whoa! It's making me very unhappy and out of sorts. What I need is to be horizontal, naked, and watching an endless line of science fiction movies. There's nothing sexual about that previous sentence, in case anyone who read it was like "woo hoo!" Don't go there or I will cut you.

At the end of the day in The Pit yesterday, I stripped the walls of my cube of all photie goodness. My cube is as nekkid as I wish I were right now. It's rather bleak and depressing. My cube décor was what defined my here, based almost completely on Terry Dolittle's eccentric work décor in the movie Jumpin' Jack Flash. Whoopi's character inspired me on a deep level. I know that sounds stupid, but it's true. Of course, all my doo-dads are still present. I won't take them down until next Friday when I do the final packing up of everything. Even with their presence, though, my cube is still uncomfortably nekkid. It's not right.


Now for pictures.

Here's the Nightmare Before Christmas Christmas tree that [livejournal.com profile] green_goblin70 gave to me yesterday. I put the figurines out front so they'd be visible. Shock was decapitated, so I'll be getting some epoxy from Llew to reattach her head, but that's why she's not in the photo.

this is halloween, this is halloween )

Aunt Tudi is officially on my unsurprisingly massive shit-list. She took the copy I made of the picture of the Feudal Mistress and myself, matted it, and hung it on the freakin' wall. What.the.fuck?

poor taste )

We had a hellacious storm last night. It was dramatic and windy and all that good stormy stuff. So I had to be outside, in my nightshirt, taking snapshots of Nature's Great Fury.

whoooosh )

And, last, I have a new tee shirt. I got it from the company store for $2 and it makes me very happy.

people like you )

I must now return to my work, or lack thereof. I have one order on my desk. One.
It's going to be a very long day.
tinhuviel: (Ace Ventura Hairdo)
[livejournal.com profile] green_goblin70 reached out about an hour before lunch and asked if I could do a drive-by visit during my lunch hour, 'cos he had something for me. So I went over and he'd gotten me a Nightmare Before Christmas Christmas tree from our company store! Now is that sweet or what? Photos will be forthcoming either tonight or tomorrow. He advised that I could hang my menorah from it, since I celebrate every-damned-thing. Before I could ask him why he had bestowed such a loverly thing upon me, he told me that it was my going-away present.


Speaking of going away, the Feudal Mistress approached me about a "Last Luncheon" (her words) next Friday. I asked her if Leonardo Da Vinci was going to be there to do our painting and if I would be the one to get to do the Big Arms Thing since I was the one going away. Of course, she didn't get it because she's not cool enough to know anything about Eddie. The only thing she understood was what I said about Becky could be Judas in the picture.

Later on, Becky and Monique were both at my cube making me feel extremely old. As I complained about their youthful freshness, the Feudal Mistress felt it necessary to slither out of her office and join in the fray, informing me that her son was my age, so how do I think that makes her feel? Hm....like an old-ass bitch with no personality, I'd wager. Of course, I couldn't say that so, instead, I suggested I buy two coffins and we could make a suicide pact. I'd kill her, then kill myself. She wisely responded, "No, I don't think so. I don't trust you."

Very well, then.
tinhuviel: (Elf Barry)
I've transferred the last of my personal emails from my work inbox to my home address. All these comprised of my communications with Barry Andrews from 2003 and 2004. It still boggles what's left of my mind that we've been writing for five years. You'd think after that long, my phobia would be gone. Not so.

Earlier today, I got a vox mail from Gary telling me he'd beaten me to the punch on the unemployment front. That just totally sucks yak ass. Almost everyone I know is either already unemployed or will be soon. The only one who needs to be fired is that rat-bastard who's taken the White House hostage. Corporate America takes way too many liberties with the work force now and it's all Dubya's fault and the fault of his evil puppet masters. The Great Evil take them!

I have around 15 minutes left in The Pit. In commemoration, I shall post a picture of The Bald One. Oh yes.

keyboard avatar )
tinhuviel: (Mr. Tiscic)
Yet so far away. I fear I shall sink completely into madness before I am allowed to leave this Inner Ring of Gehenna. The work has petered out and all I'm left with is the routine harassment from the Feudal Mistress and the blatant stupidity of the music biz folks nationwide. And there's no way to avoid it. To top it off, I am PMS'ing and have little to no tolerance for people's ignorance and eagerness to be confrontational (it's odd how that always seems to go together, innit?). It's time for me to crawl off into my desired menstrual hut and shoot at people who come too close.

**EDIT**
And the Traffic person with whom I'm having to deal today is pushing me through the Gates of Insanity with great force and vigour. She's always been snippy and hard to get along with but, for the past two days, she has just really fucking pushed every button I possess. It's like she's trying to force me to give a shit and openly being exasperated when I refuse. My time here is almost to a close. I DO. NOT. GIVE. A. SHIT. and you can't make me. Just because they're keeping you doesn't mean that I have to be a loyal company person along with you. And if I have to hear you say proudly "Arvato Services" one more time when you answer your phone, I will be forced to walk over to your cube and crush your skull with one of my coconut avatars. Shut the fuck up already!
FYI, [livejournal.com profile] green_goblin70: I am referring to Camel Toe here.
tinhuviel: (Farce)
I get a horrible-scope warning me about criticising and complaining, and then I get handed an opportunity to do both that I just can't pass up.

While I was out in the warehouse delivering yet another mailing, In Ok showed me an order and asked if it was indeed supposed to ship out today. I checked the ship date, which read "ship out 8-51." After uttering a few expletives, I told In Ok that YES, this was supposed to ship today. Then I asked, "Who the hell put this order in? Was it me?" I searched the order for the initials of the order processor. They were HF. WTF? There's no HF in our department! Then it hit me....J is right next to H on the keyboard. This order had been entered by the Feudal Mistress. Before I could close my lips, I shouted "She doesn't even know how to type in her own damned initials!"

I left In Ok laughing, but I myself am very ticked off that someone like the FM (or would that be DM in her world) makes more money than I do and she can't even type to save her own stinking life.

Barf.
tinhuviel: (Pit Potentate)
Got started late and ended up in The Pit with a wet head and a migraine. Tapped into the Feudal Overlord's cache of Starbucks Cafe Verona for to make myself a hot pot. When I opened the bag and the coffee aroma reached my olfactories, I heard the heavenly strains of "The Sound of Music" as performed by the wee Von Trapp tots when they were so so sad to have lost their nun nanny. After downing a few gulps of the sacred brew, my head is now under control, and my hair is drying to my satisfaction.

I've yet to have to tolerate the presence of The Feudal Mistress in my cube, but it's inevitable, especially since Judy's gone for this week and maybe next because of her surgery. I'm the only one left, save for Becky, but Becky gets off easy because she's a temp and like.....14. Meh. Speak of da debbil. As I was typing the previous sentence, the Feudal Mistress came up to torment me. But it's over now, so I can breathe easy, at least for a while.

::sips coffee.....sweet caffeinated goodness!::

So today, [livejournal.com profile] clauderainsrm is supposed to declare the victor in the Great Blogger eBay Sell Off. I believe I'm in the lead; however, if he actually tries to peddle me to strangers on eBay, I shall be forced to hit him with a brick. So it is written, so shall it be done.

I think I shall go to the bathroom now and hide out for a while. It's going to be a long two weeks..

Strange

Aug. 14th, 2005 03:27 pm
tinhuviel: (Syd Barrett)
I'm still in a really weird mood. Slept way too late and feel like I could go right back to sleep if given have the chance. For the first time in years I'm not dreading work tomorrow. It's like, now that we're really going to be winding down, I fully realise that my horror is almost over. I haven't heard from Llew since yesterday afternoon. This has got to be the most random, disjointed post I've ever made. How about a meme?

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tinhuviel: (Owl)
There will be more of these as not everyone I wanted to capture on film before I leave El Hellholio.

click for mucho photage )

And that is all. More to come!

Long Day

Aug. 12th, 2005 01:36 pm
tinhuviel: (Kowalski)
So it's been a phenomenally long day, but verily I do persist! This week o'horror ends at 5 PM at which time I will dance out of here like a Fly Girl on crack.

If you haven't already, go vote for me or suffer my wrath for all eternity, amen. I want to be sold on eBay like a cheap commodity, dammit! As a matter of fact, tell your friends to go vote for me too. I command thee.
tinhuviel: (Pit Potentate)
The Feudal Mistress and myself, decked in my Official Farewell Tee Shirt.

click with caution )

Verily, 'tis the end of an era. Perhaps I shall wax verklempt now.

THE PIT

Aug. 12th, 2005 09:02 am
tinhuviel: (Hot Damn!)
As of today, I have this long in The Pit. Total Recall fans will get this. Others, please move along.

This long )
tinhuviel: (Sithly Patience)
Dear Shithead at the Record Label,

When I say I can't use the Excel file you've sent to me and politely request that you alter it so I can use it to help your ungrateful ass, your response should be "right away m'lady! Patience I beg of thee whilst I correct my mistakes!"

not

"This is the way our database sorts into excel.
City State Zip is all in one line.
You have never had a problem with this format before.
This is how we sent you the last labels.
Please advise if these will go out."

This only serves to compel me to take your mailing and stuff it up your chocolate whiz-way until you can taste Bill Gates' techno-shite. Dig?

Now, you can either send me the corrected file or you can die of a rare hemorrhagic fever. Given my current state of mind, I'm rather hoping that you choose the second option as quickly as humanly possible.

Yours in Sithly Vengeance,
Tinhuviel (disgruntled employee since 1987...do you really want to poke the bear now?)

Fool

Aug. 10th, 2005 08:29 am
tinhuviel: (Sithly Patience)
Thanks to the Feudal Mistress I've made myself look like a fool twice already this morning, and I've not even been here in The Pit 30 minutes yet. It was my understanding that we stopped shipping Promo on 15 August, so I promptly told a group at RCA and someone at RLG that the mailings they wanted to do on the 22nd and 29th couldn't happen. Silly me. They had talked to the Feudal Mistress, who informed them that they could go ahead with the mailings here, that we'd be shipping until the 30th.

Fine.

Wouldn't it be helpful if she informed her serfs of such a change in current procedure? Oh, but this way, she looks like the benevolent lifesaver while people like me look like slack-jawed morons who need her guidance like air and water.

I'm pissed off already. It's gonna be a hellacious day.
tinhuviel: (Eh wot?)
Aunt Tudi and I made it home right at 9 PM. Even though I slept late this morning, I'm dog tired. And I have hiccups.

I got a note from B letting me know he is indeed interested in my piece on The Bed of Mysteries. Now I'm a little apprehensive showing it to him. I don't know why. I mean, I sent him the outline on Cadmus and then I *let him read* "The Embrace of Cadmus," so I shouldn't be concerned with showing him anything after that. But I am. I am because I'm El Fruitloop Supreme!

Tomorrow, it's back to The Pit. I'd say that I'd rather have millipedes crawl about upon my naked flesh than to return to The Pit, but that'd be a vicious lie. I'd much rather be in The Pit than to even have to look at a millipedes. Millipedes (and centipedes) are an abomination cubed times infinity.
tinhuviel: (Sithly Patience)
However, this shirt needs wearing before I leave The Pit. Once I have it, I'm going to wear it and have someone take a picture of the Feudal Mistress and myself. It shall be glorious.

It's been about a week since it was ordered, so I should get it sometime next week. ::crosses fingers::
tinhuviel: (Kowalski)
It's been that, right there, in my subject line. THE DAY FROM HELL.

I finally got all the 311 mailings straightened out. Then, it turned out that a list code had been accidentally deleted from our system (not my fault), and I ended up having to re-enter it before the end of the day when our system info will be transferred to the Sony system. Then, I got yet another new release service, this one due to ship on 8/9. During all this, I've been trying to make mailing labels for one of the 311 mailings and our printer is acting knackered. I generated the labels at 11 AM and they're still printing, on average 1 per minute...and there are 777 of them.

To top all that off, Cadmus has been rasping at me all day long, poking at me with his spiny fingers and demanding attention I just can't give to him right now. This character will kill me in my sleep, I just know it.

Darlane from Wind Up is sending me a bunch of matches for some major promotional mailing to be done next week. Sony wouldn't accept them 'cos they don't have a selection number, so guess who gets to pick up the ball that's been dropped? When the matches arrive, I'm going to use them to set myself on fire if Cadmus doesn't kill me in my sleep.

Oh, and here's a quiz. I am a Virgo and I should be a Virgo. How convenient.
virgo )

Random

Aug. 5th, 2005 09:04 am
tinhuviel: (PSA)
First off, WORK. These people are driving me fucking batshit. Yes, it's true! The 311 mailings are still loitering on around my cube. I have a publicity list that seems to go with nothing else. I have a press kit that apparently is still missing the photo and order. I now have an order for a mailing that doesn't match up with anything else I have. And I have the Winits order finally, but the authorisation code isn't valid, so I have to wait for a new code or new order before I can proceed. All this is supposed to go out today. Ain't.....gonna....happen.

Also, I have an order for Classics that this dude called about last night, wanting it to go overnight. Excuse me, but we are all gone by 5 PM and this order came in at 5:44 last night. Now, I'm waiting to hear back from him to see if he still wants this overnighted or if I should disregard.

I hate having shit on my desk with which I can do nothing. It makes me paranoid that I'm missing something, so I'm constantly shuffling through papers and getting all antsy. Three more weeks of this crapola.....three.....more.....weeks........three.....more..........weeksssssssssss.........................................


I had a very alarming dream last night that shall haunt me to the end of my days. It involved someone who shall remain nameless who proceeded to seduce me during my visit, then engaged in terrifying me during "the deed." I also asked him about his girlfriend and, at first he said "who?" then said, "well, we just won't tell her, now will we?" Then he grinned maliciously and molested me vigourously. Never have I had such thoughts much less dreamed about him in such a way. Never do I want to again. It was too....too...::shudder::

The weird thing about the dream though is that his home was a floating home. It was like a big rickety longship in the sky. Very rustic and sci-fi all at the same time.


Lately, I've gotten in the habit of calling Shmoop "Cat Meat." It's her new nickname and she's beginning to answer to it. Why I have started calling her Cat Meat is beyond me. Somehow, it seems to fit though.


Lastly, I'm pissed with Aunt Tudi. Having decided to go comfy to work today, I donned my black jeans and headed out for The Pit. On my way out, Aunt Tudi commented wondering where the small family that should move into my pants was. Yeah, I know my pants are loose. Yeah, I know I have no ass. Thank you very much Aunt Tudi. It reminded me of Joanie, constantly saying, "Tracy, you have no butt!" Being Laotian, she sounded just like that lady on "King of the Hill" when she says "Peggy Hill got big feet!" I told her that one day, too. She just laughed.


Thank the Mighties it's Friday. Even though it's gonna be a busy weekend, at least it won't be here in The Pit.

Love Note

Aug. 4th, 2005 02:50 pm
tinhuviel: (Pit Potentate)
Dear Fuckheads at Zomba,

I cannot process your Win-It-Before-You-Can-Buy-It requests until you....send me the fucking requests! Since you're wanting all these orders to go out tomorrow and I only have around an hour left of my work day today, I suggest you get off your arses and send me the required paperwork; otherwise, the 311 projects can sit on my desk and rot. I think they suck anyway, so why should I even care?

Don't make me kick the shit out of you when I come to NYC next month. I really don't want to have to waste my time, dig?

Most respectfully yours,
Darth Shriek (soon-to-be former professional scapegoat for the music biz).

T -22 Days

Aug. 4th, 2005 07:48 am
tinhuviel: (Pit Potentate)
Not much longer in The Pit. Recently, I've been tempted to continue the countdown in hours or maybe even minutes. Technically, it's only 16 business days, but my counter also includes weekends, so I'm going with the 22 days concept.




Celtic knotwork to honour my ancestors and Tradition, with a snail to indicate my current perception of time. Nice.

Really, I'm gonna have to pitch some sort of party or sommat. I'd like to engage in a big dance and rollerskate fest in the vein of the finale in Xanadu. That would be fantabulous. But it ain't gonna happen. I don't know that many people and the people I do know, including myself, don't know how to roller-boogie. I'll just have a big disco party in my mind.

In the meantime, I guess I need to busy myself getting all these 311 mailings ready to go out for tomorrow. Hopefully, this will be the last of the major crapola with which I've had to contend for eight long years.

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