tinhuviel | Entries tagged with telehell

Carol Ann got a real winner on the phone at the answering service today.

This dude called in on one of the local pest control lines. After asking Carol Ann a series of questions regarding the business, he proceeds to induct himself into the Utter Moron Hall of Fame by asking "Is this a recording I'm talking to?"

Sure, fella. Recordings regularly answer questions from tackheads who call businesses on the weekend!

How can these people successfully function on a day to day basis? Natural Selection obviously is not doing its job.

Mood: cynical

I got home late again last night and just can't get any energy about me. It feels like I'm moving through a swamp in a horror movie.

Got an appt scheduled with the doc on 17 February. Gonna get this puppy to rolling I guess.

Wondering how Barry's gig went last night. Hope it was fabulicious.

Worried about Llewellyn. The new meds aren't agreeing with him and he's getting really bummed about the job situation. I'm getting kinda bummed myself because I don't see him making any radical changes that would allow us more time together. I understand the reasons, but it still doesn't make me feel any better about it. But that's just me being selfish.

Going on another Wal-Mart run today to stock up on everything while I have the money. The short pay periods begin in force on the 24th and it's gonna be financially ugly until the end of March. Why the short pay periods? Well, it seems that our division of the company has been removed from the Music Biz portion and placed into Services. What does this mean? Essentially it means that I'm no longer a wage slave for a big music conglomerate; rather, I'm designated more along the lines of Corporate Whore. Yay me.

On the answering service front, I called down there to see if I still had a job. Turns out that every employee is standing behind me and my rant 100% and the boss made the comment that he wished more people would express their opinions more often.

wow.

It's supposed to snow and sleet a substantial amount Thursday night and Friday. I already had a half day vacation scheduled for Friday but I've made arrangements with Milady (said with full Feudal Sarcasm dripping from my voice) to take the whole day in case of an icy event. The redneck road crews never clear our road, which is on a hill, so it's not just dangerous to get out....it's downright life-threatening!

I'm really tired. I really need to sleep.

I really need to get out of here before my mind snaps.

Too late.

Mood: drained
Music: Dixie Chicks "Landslide"

and lots of things are roiling about in my head today. Where to begin?
( at the beginning? )

Mood: okay
Music: radio yapping

I thought I was getting sick...well, I am!

It was an eventful day yesterday. I went to work, feeling rather puny and ended up having to answer phones alone since Carol Ann was also sick and our on-call girl (heheheheh...she said call girl....heheheh) had to go home and take care of her son. It was a difficult day.

The owners of the answering service gave each of the operators a Heavenly Ham and a $30 gift certificate to Stefano's Italian Restaurant. I was mightily impressed!

Lew, Aunt Tudi, and I went to Simpsonville for the Selkie concert.

ealdthryth and Eldred also attended. We exchanged Solstice gifts (E & E gave me a beautiful book on Celtic knotwork and design) beforehand and all was festive, save for the evident animosity I still hold for David. Other than that, the concert was fantastic and we all had a fabulous time. Davis was kind enough to perform 'Caledonia' for me. He sings the song so beautifully.

By the end of the concert, I was feeling pretty horrid so, even though Davis and Kathleen invited us to a Solstice circle, we opted out since it was already 11 PM. Besides, I wasn't certain if David would be in attendance to the ritual and I really didn't want to add my own negative vibe to what would otherwise be a positive and healing circle. It wouldn't have been fair to spread my own psychic issues, not to mention my germs, around to everyone, especially in sacred space.

So Lew, Aunt Tudi, and I bid our adieus and happy holidays, and we came home. I curled up with Lew and drifted off to sleep, feeling a little better.

We played around with the idea of going to church this morning but, when I got up to make breakfast and had a sore throat, I thought it best not to do anything but o.d. on herbs and sudafed.

Other than having consumption, it was a pretty dandy weekend.

Mood: sick
Music: 'In Search of' on TV

Barry has an agent now so plans are changing yet again. My Virgo sensibilities are aquiver with chaos. I need a lie-down, seriously! Enough about me though, this is great news, really. Better a professional handle this than a bunch of nutty fans who have 0 experience in matters of booking. I have minimal experience but my location prevents my using them to any decent degree.

My boss asked me today if Friday the 13th was unlucky for me. I informed her, with typical Goth-like flourish, that every day of this year has been unlucky or otherwise unfortunate. My persistent grimness keeps her away from me and, even though this makes me infinitely gleeful, I'm loathe to show my pleasure for fear that she may return, thinking that the black clouds have dispersed. This delight within depression reminds me of a little poetic skit thing my grandmother used to do:

"I'm happy when I'm sad... I'm always feeling bad."
"How are you?"
"Terrible..."
"That's good!"
"I'm happy when I'm sad."

bwahahahah!

Lew has survived his cold and is planning on spending the weekend with us. Other than working at the answering service tomorrow, I'm looking forward to it all. Steph and I are supposed to get together to go shopping for Aunt Tudi's Christmas gift on either Saturday or Sunday, and Lew and I are meeting James on Sunday. It will be a festive occasion to be certain unless, of course, my appearance is a bit too unaesthetic.

Reading

asim's journal has gotten me to wanting to get back into Middle Eastern Dance. I really need to get in touch with Cecily and

grauwulf to see if they want to start this back up. I'm just wondering if I still fit in my make-shift bellydance outfit... Perhaps it's time to have a proper one made. I'd make it myself, but it'd look like Picasso had tried his hand at fashion designing, so I think I'll refrain from that particular misery for myself and my friends.

OK, back to work for me. Only 6 hours to go....and counting.

Mood: creative
Music: ??

Aunt Tudi and I got in around 8:30, time enough for me to get my shower and set the tape for Taken and check my email before bed. I'm warm and well-fed (we splurged and went Mexican. Yummers)

It's another work day tomorrow ~ fun fun fun at the answering service, yay!
If I get a substantial settlement after the first of the year, I'm quitting the answering service and I'm seriously considering leaving my main job too, finding myself something radically different, perhaps even mindless so I can dedicate my brainpower to going back to school.
The music company I work for sucks like a Hoover when it comes to inclement weather. They have a 'we never close' policy and expect everyone to be there regardless while, at the same time, they claim to be #1 in 'Human Resources'. If they wanted to be as benevolent and truly competitive with local companies, like they claim to be, they'd do what so many other companies did this past week and close down, not expecting their employees to make the impossible decision: Life or Livelihood. People came into work after having endured a frozen night in powerless homes and braving ice-encrusted roads because they weren't given any humane alternative. And what for? So they can peddle less-than-mediocre 'music' to a market already weary of such tripe.
UGH!

But I don't mean to rant. I'm actually quite relaxed and mellow this good eve.
The sleep faerie is calling now....

Buenos Noches

Mood: mellow
Music: Star Trek III on TV

James contacted us again. Seems like we may get to meet next Sunday!

And, on a more cynical note, here's today's Stupid Caller of the Week award winner.
I had a lady call in to one of the OB/GYN lines needing to speak with her doctor.

"My stomach is hurting and I don't know why."
"Ma'am, are you pregnant?"
"Yes."

Well, that may clue you in right there...

SHEESH

Mood: giggly
Music: phone noises

It occurred to me that I have 28, 29, 30 November and 1 December off from work I can't bloody wait!
Also, just got a message from my boss at the answering service. My shift has been reduced from 12 hours to 8 hours on Saturday because of the large account we lost (Pop-a-Lock aka Help That Poor Fool Locked Outta His Ride). Since I'm not desperate for the money like once I was, I'm thrilled!!
I am looking forward to the day I get to quit the second job and reclaim my weekends...that day isn't very far off at all now.

Mood: bouncy
Music: Rolling Stones "Beast of Burden"

This is another rabid rant about work. If you're feeling fluffy today, don't read it! If you want to share in a festive bit of misanthropy, please do continue.
( Reasons for birth control )

Mood: cynical
Music: phone noises

I've only been up for an hour and I feel maaaahvelous. It's miraculous how getting to sleep for as long as you want and rejuvenate a soul.

Yesterday, I worked the full 12 hours at Telequest and got to maintain my sanity. What helped was this Christmas project I'm working on and can keep busy with at work as well. It's odd how the simplest, yet most intricate, tasks can bring peace of mind even in a maelstrom of ignorance and insanity.

So today I get to work more on the Barry Andrews site. He sent me a signature he wants to replace the font on the intro banner. I've got to work that up. And I want to get Vile Humonculus up and going as well. Ah, projects! Don'tcha love 'em?

Things may be looking up for Lew, thanks to Neith. This is the break he has been needing for some time instead of the world just crashing down on him all at once. Thank you Neith! ::bows graciously::

Well, I'm off to work now. May my projects go smoothly and bring swift and groovy results!

Mood: cheerful
Music: 'Alive' (Cannibal plane crash movie)

Happy Monday! (not really)
It's good to be back on the job (such a joker am I)
The weekend was faboo! (I'm lying here...I must be Ms. Isuzu ~ obscure advert joke from 80's Pop culture)
Saturday blew and sucked simultaneously, which is, in and of itself, a miraculous feat, if it weren't so damned pathetic. Work from 8 am until I couldn't take it anymore (6:30 pm). I'm supposed to work 12 hours, but have the option to get the hell out if it slows down to a crawl (ergo: the morons run out of things to call after hours about or we've run out of morons to call us...I think it's the former because the world will never never NEVER have a shortage of fucking morons.
Yes, I'm honing my misanthropy and my rage this morning...
Lew came over Saturday night. He's deeply worried and bummed about the living arrangement situation. Pondering over what few options he has. If at least one of us was even moderately wealthy, there would be no problem, really. But since we're both dirt poor, the situation is currently rather grim. DAMN, why can't things ever be easy?
We did go look at the place across from Steph's house. It's really nice, but Lew is concerned about it being so far away from everything. It may not work for him to move the daughter and grandcutie there without the rent being relatively low.
The boss just came up for her morning discourse. I sent her packing. She always wants a detailed report of how things are going 10 fucking minutes after I sit down at my desk. Listen, you poor excuse for a manager and human being, you disgrace to the Female Tribe, you subhuman joke ~~ I have no idea 'how we lookin' at the moment. I'm not even AWAKE. Talk to the hand 'cos the face don't wanna hear it... On second thought, don't even talk to my hand as it's too tempted to bitch slap you back into your office.
I love my job (another statement from Ms. Isuzu).
I still wish that I could just pack up, give this state the finger and drive away into the sunset. It may still happen...perhaps sooner than I would think.

Mood: irate
Music: Billy Joel "Only the Good Die Young"

Rainy days don't get me down, but Mondays do. It would be better if rain were pouring out of the endless sky!

So here am I at work again, wishing my lappy were functioning so I could do some of this stuff on the weekends. I have work to do, but not much, since almost everyone is on holiday, so I thought I'd write my update whilst I can.

( what's up with Tin? )

Mood: loved
Music: Fat Joe ~gawd..why do I listen to the radio??