I have never had such dry hands before in my life.
Don't get me wrong; it could be a lot worse. This is nowhere near as bad as either of the times eczema flared up on my hands. That was painful; this is just kinda weird. Before starting this job, I have never never had dry skin on my fingertips before. Unless calluses from playing guitar count. But that still feels different.
Excuse me while I go get lots and lots of lotion.
There, that's a start. I'll probably feel the need to apply more in about two minutes, but for now my hands feel much better. In other news, I love my job. :) It's going quite well, and I am slowly gaining a sense of stability that has been lacking in my life for about the past year.
My mother will be arriving in just a few hours, and instead of cleaning when I got home, I started cooking soup and making a bigger mess. And now that the soup is happily simmering, I am updating my blog instead of cleaning. Not that things are terribly messy around here, but a girl does like to be able to show her mother a neat home when she's living alone for the first time in her life.
Oh yeah, I'm also still looking for a new roommate. I'm growing unfortunately fond of having this place to myself, and I need to put a stop to that because I can't afford to keep it all to myself.
Well, I should probably straighten up at least a little bit before picking my mother up from the airport. A very happy mid-November to you all. :)
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
finally, some good news
Lately I have been enjoying the rare luxury of a few relatively stress-free days. The primary reason for this, without a doubt, is the fact that I am now officially employed by Starbucks! :) The number of areas in which my life has already improved, before I've even started the actual training, is ridiculous. Right now I'm staying up late to make "yay I work for sane people" cookies, following Andrew's famous chocolate chip recipe. It's safe to say I'm feeling pretty good.
Earlier today I was digging through my drawers looking for something to wear, and I suddenly remembered that I don't need to worry about saving nice enough things for fudge-selling events anymore. That realization was pleasing in a small, insignificant sort of way, especially compared to the other things I no longer have to worry about. For example, even though I wasn't on the work schedule for the past couple days, I don't have to worry about whether that means my boss doesn't like me anymore and doesn't intend to schedule me ever again. I don't have to worry that I won't be told if they decide I'm not wanted anymore. I will no longer show up when I'm asked to, only to find that no one is there and the door is locked, and wait an hour and a half only to finally be told to just go home. I will receive a schedule on a weekly basis, rather than being told the night before I'm supposed to work. I'm fairly certain that if I call my manager with a question about work, he'll return my call. I will no longer be paid as a contractor so that my bosses can practice some creative tax evasion. There is no need to worry about being fired for lodging a valid complaint. And best of all, I no longer have to work for people who tell me to my face how much they appreciate everything I do, and then tell malicious lies about me behind my back. So, all in all, I'd say this is a pretty good week.
After the job I finally get to quit, anything would seem fantastic, but I'd be pretty excited about working at Starbucks under any circumstances. I was so disappointed last winter when they went into a hiring freeze just as I applied to a couple dozen locations. I think I'm going to like being a barista very much, and Starbucks is a company I feel like I can be proud to be part of. My first real training shift is on Monday morning, and I am so incredibly excited. :)
On another note, it's almost time for another round of NaNoWriMo. Can I write 50,000 words in a month while also learning my way around a new job? We shall see...
Earlier today I was digging through my drawers looking for something to wear, and I suddenly remembered that I don't need to worry about saving nice enough things for fudge-selling events anymore. That realization was pleasing in a small, insignificant sort of way, especially compared to the other things I no longer have to worry about. For example, even though I wasn't on the work schedule for the past couple days, I don't have to worry about whether that means my boss doesn't like me anymore and doesn't intend to schedule me ever again. I don't have to worry that I won't be told if they decide I'm not wanted anymore. I will no longer show up when I'm asked to, only to find that no one is there and the door is locked, and wait an hour and a half only to finally be told to just go home. I will receive a schedule on a weekly basis, rather than being told the night before I'm supposed to work. I'm fairly certain that if I call my manager with a question about work, he'll return my call. I will no longer be paid as a contractor so that my bosses can practice some creative tax evasion. There is no need to worry about being fired for lodging a valid complaint. And best of all, I no longer have to work for people who tell me to my face how much they appreciate everything I do, and then tell malicious lies about me behind my back. So, all in all, I'd say this is a pretty good week.
After the job I finally get to quit, anything would seem fantastic, but I'd be pretty excited about working at Starbucks under any circumstances. I was so disappointed last winter when they went into a hiring freeze just as I applied to a couple dozen locations. I think I'm going to like being a barista very much, and Starbucks is a company I feel like I can be proud to be part of. My first real training shift is on Monday morning, and I am so incredibly excited. :)
On another note, it's almost time for another round of NaNoWriMo. Can I write 50,000 words in a month while also learning my way around a new job? We shall see...
Thursday, August 27, 2009
books books books
I am exhausted - but a happy exhausted, because the first couple boxes of my books arrived!
:) :) :) :)
It's going to take quite awhile to get my entire collection over here from Jersey. Books, in case you were unaware, are heavy. And I own lots of them. My mother asked me which of my books she should send to me first, since it just isn't possible to send them all at once. I felt like she was asking me to pick my favorite children or something. I love my books, and I've missed them all! Even when I'm not reading them, it's just a comforting feeling to be surrounded by them.
In the end, I chose the Guilty Pleasures and the Crying Books. You know Guilty Pleasure books - they're the ones that aren't really all that great, but you just love them anyway even if you don't know one single other person who does. And yes, I do also have specific Crying Books. They're the ones with scenes that are sure to get me tearing up when I need a safe emotional outlet. I feel it's important to have stuff like that lying around so that my inevitable emotional buildup doesn't end up spilling out into the lives of everyone around me. You have to be careful with Crying Books, though - if you use the same ones too often, you get desensitized.
Well, then. Being exhausted as I am, I believe I will go and rest, and possibly read a bit about Herald-Mage Vanyel. (That one would be a Guilty Pleasure.) :)
:) :) :) :)
It's going to take quite awhile to get my entire collection over here from Jersey. Books, in case you were unaware, are heavy. And I own lots of them. My mother asked me which of my books she should send to me first, since it just isn't possible to send them all at once. I felt like she was asking me to pick my favorite children or something. I love my books, and I've missed them all! Even when I'm not reading them, it's just a comforting feeling to be surrounded by them.
In the end, I chose the Guilty Pleasures and the Crying Books. You know Guilty Pleasure books - they're the ones that aren't really all that great, but you just love them anyway even if you don't know one single other person who does. And yes, I do also have specific Crying Books. They're the ones with scenes that are sure to get me tearing up when I need a safe emotional outlet. I feel it's important to have stuff like that lying around so that my inevitable emotional buildup doesn't end up spilling out into the lives of everyone around me. You have to be careful with Crying Books, though - if you use the same ones too often, you get desensitized.
Well, then. Being exhausted as I am, I believe I will go and rest, and possibly read a bit about Herald-Mage Vanyel. (That one would be a Guilty Pleasure.) :)
Friday, July 31, 2009
videos and ideas
I've hit the "new post" button several times in the past couple weeks, but I always end up canceling because I'm not sure what to blog about. I'm still not sure, but I'm a little fed up with neglecting the poor blog. So, just for kicks, here's a video for your enjoyment. Don't forget to pause the music first.
I hope that works. I've never tried to embed a video on my blog before. Hey, who among you would read urban fantasy set at Rutgers? I've been bouncing random silly ideas around my brain, and so far that's the one with the most promise. (As in, it sounds like it would be the most fun for me at the moment.)
I hope that works. I've never tried to embed a video on my blog before. Hey, who among you would read urban fantasy set at Rutgers? I've been bouncing random silly ideas around my brain, and so far that's the one with the most promise. (As in, it sounds like it would be the most fun for me at the moment.)
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