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So yesterday, I was chewing a piece of gum. And I bit down hard on my freaking tongue, for crying out loud.
This morning I was brushing my teeth and got a good look at my tongue. It's bruised! I didn't think that sort of thing could happen! But it's kind of gross. It still hurts, and it looks like I have tongue cancer or something. (And tongue cancer is very real; my dentist does a check for it whenever I have a check-up.) It's just....wow. Who'd have thought someone could actually do something like that?
This morning I was brushing my teeth and got a good look at my tongue. It's bruised! I didn't think that sort of thing could happen! But it's kind of gross. It still hurts, and it looks like I have tongue cancer or something. (And tongue cancer is very real; my dentist does a check for it whenever I have a check-up.) It's just....wow. Who'd have thought someone could actually do something like that?
Okay, a proper update post (aka "the randomness of it all!"), which I haven't done in a while.
Saturday night was the Fester Memorial Show at the Art Theater, and I had to go, of course. And I don't know...I mean, I enjoyed myself, but not as much as I would've liked to have. I don't know if it's because of the lack of Fester, if it's just because I'm not used to the new-ish cast members with Help Me Mommy, or....if I'm truly over Rocky Horror. It's kind of sad. I feel like a big chapter of my life is drawing to a close.
But something eventful did happen Saturday night. It was the first time I had exchanged words with Zero since the blowout. And only because he was taking tickets that night.
I don't have Fester to defend me anymore in all of that, but frankly...I don't care. I've come to terms with it. I think I've finally reached the point of forgiveness to him and to be able to let it go. "To err is human, to forgive is divine."
LOL, see?! I'm sure Fester would've appreciated that humor in that!
*tangent* So I don't even know if I'm going with Dish Network. Mainly because when they called up to verify my information and to schedule an installation date, they mentioned something about a $125 installation fee. I flat-out told the guy, "Uh-uh! That wasn't included when I saw my final order on the website! The final bill said the $99 installation fee would be waived as part of the promo."
I really don't know if Dish will be worth the hassle of getting signed up. If it'll be like that, I'll just continue making the payments for DirecTV as it is. Even if $60 a month is kind of high for a loyal customer since 2004. I can afford it. I'll be scrimping and saving, but I can afford it.
*tangent* I've been working nine straight days. Today's my one day off this week. I can't complain too much, considering the last few days I've been pulling expired pasta sauces and pastas from the shelves when business gets slow. Yeah, it seems like I'd be bored to death doing that, but for one thing, it gets me away from the register (and keeps me from going stir-crazy). For another thing, I'm just anal-retentive enough to focus on something like that. And for another thing, at least it gets me more out in the store to help customers find stuff that they can't locate. See? I do like to help people! Just not at the register! Ha-ha!
But to the cranky lady yesterday who was annoyed that we had no more corned beef left? Uhm, you honestly thought we'd have some available when you come in on St. Patrick's Day at 6 PM? People in St. John/Cedar Lake/Lowell LOVE their corned beef, lady. You should've been here the day that sale started.
*semi-tangent* Yesterday, I ran into Mrs. Cole, one of my old kindergarten teachers, while I was at work. Man, she was a little old lady when I was in kindergarten; I can't imagine how old she is now! But she's still active, and it always tickles me that she remembered me before I remembered her. :)
*tangent* Later on today, I went out to crush some aluminum pop cans in the garage. I cut up my right middle finger pretty badly on a flimsy aluminum can, for crying out loud. (Those things are deceptively sharp!) It was bleeding pretty badly, so I had to run from the garage with my right hand held above my head, middle finger up in the air for everyone to see, into the house to fix it up. The Band-Aids I have are these dinky little ones that would barely stick without bandage tape, and I still made a bloody mess out of it. So I had to run back up to Walgreens for the bandages you can put over your fingertip.
I have no idea how long I'll have to keep it bandaged up till it's healed. I'm going to change it before I go to bed tonight, though. But like the subject line says, it's HARD to type with a bandaged-up finger!
Saturday night was the Fester Memorial Show at the Art Theater, and I had to go, of course. And I don't know...I mean, I enjoyed myself, but not as much as I would've liked to have. I don't know if it's because of the lack of Fester, if it's just because I'm not used to the new-ish cast members with Help Me Mommy, or....if I'm truly over Rocky Horror. It's kind of sad. I feel like a big chapter of my life is drawing to a close.
But something eventful did happen Saturday night. It was the first time I had exchanged words with Zero since the blowout. And only because he was taking tickets that night.
I don't have Fester to defend me anymore in all of that, but frankly...I don't care. I've come to terms with it. I think I've finally reached the point of forgiveness to him and to be able to let it go. "To err is human, to forgive is divine."
LOL, see?! I'm sure Fester would've appreciated that humor in that!
*tangent* So I don't even know if I'm going with Dish Network. Mainly because when they called up to verify my information and to schedule an installation date, they mentioned something about a $125 installation fee. I flat-out told the guy, "Uh-uh! That wasn't included when I saw my final order on the website! The final bill said the $99 installation fee would be waived as part of the promo."
I really don't know if Dish will be worth the hassle of getting signed up. If it'll be like that, I'll just continue making the payments for DirecTV as it is. Even if $60 a month is kind of high for a loyal customer since 2004. I can afford it. I'll be scrimping and saving, but I can afford it.
*tangent* I've been working nine straight days. Today's my one day off this week. I can't complain too much, considering the last few days I've been pulling expired pasta sauces and pastas from the shelves when business gets slow. Yeah, it seems like I'd be bored to death doing that, but for one thing, it gets me away from the register (and keeps me from going stir-crazy). For another thing, I'm just anal-retentive enough to focus on something like that. And for another thing, at least it gets me more out in the store to help customers find stuff that they can't locate. See? I do like to help people! Just not at the register! Ha-ha!
But to the cranky lady yesterday who was annoyed that we had no more corned beef left? Uhm, you honestly thought we'd have some available when you come in on St. Patrick's Day at 6 PM? People in St. John/Cedar Lake/Lowell LOVE their corned beef, lady. You should've been here the day that sale started.
*semi-tangent* Yesterday, I ran into Mrs. Cole, one of my old kindergarten teachers, while I was at work. Man, she was a little old lady when I was in kindergarten; I can't imagine how old she is now! But she's still active, and it always tickles me that she remembered me before I remembered her. :)
*tangent* Later on today, I went out to crush some aluminum pop cans in the garage. I cut up my right middle finger pretty badly on a flimsy aluminum can, for crying out loud. (Those things are deceptively sharp!) It was bleeding pretty badly, so I had to run from the garage with my right hand held above my head, middle finger up in the air for everyone to see, into the house to fix it up. The Band-Aids I have are these dinky little ones that would barely stick without bandage tape, and I still made a bloody mess out of it. So I had to run back up to Walgreens for the bandages you can put over your fingertip.
I have no idea how long I'll have to keep it bandaged up till it's healed. I'm going to change it before I go to bed tonight, though. But like the subject line says, it's HARD to type with a bandaged-up finger!
wow, people actually read this thing?!
Feb. 9th, 2009 01:07 pmTo all the new (and new-ish) peeps that are new friends....welcome, and thanks for reading!
I got locked out of my own bathroom this morning, can you believe it?! It locks from the inside, and I guess the locking mechanism got messed up. The door's hinges are on the inside of the bathroom, so I wasn't able to just take the door off the hinges. And I don't really have a window in the bathroom, so it's not like I'm able to just go outside and crawl in through the window to fix it. (I do have a skylight, though...) So I had to pry some of the trim around the doorway and jam a flat-head screwdriver inside to push the lock back. It took a while to do, but I got in, and I was able to get a shower and pee and brush my teeth.
I have taken the doorknob off the door as a precaution, and now I'll have to pick up a new (working) one from the local hardware store to make sure this doesn't happen again!
I got locked out of my own bathroom this morning, can you believe it?! It locks from the inside, and I guess the locking mechanism got messed up. The door's hinges are on the inside of the bathroom, so I wasn't able to just take the door off the hinges. And I don't really have a window in the bathroom, so it's not like I'm able to just go outside and crawl in through the window to fix it. (I do have a skylight, though...) So I had to pry some of the trim around the doorway and jam a flat-head screwdriver inside to push the lock back. It took a while to do, but I got in, and I was able to get a shower and pee and brush my teeth.
I have taken the doorknob off the door as a precaution, and now I'll have to pick up a new (working) one from the local hardware store to make sure this doesn't happen again!
*ha ha* I fell down the stairs today!
I wasn't thinking and didn't realize it was frosty and slick outside. So I'm leaving for work, and as I'm stepping down the front porch steps, I end up sliding and falling down the stairs. I stopped before I hit the bottom one.
I'm fine, though. My back is sore, and I bet there will be a huge ass bruise there in the morning.
"Charm School" commentary will be up by tomorrow, I promise. Kevin was over tonight, and I didn't have time to do it.
I wasn't thinking and didn't realize it was frosty and slick outside. So I'm leaving for work, and as I'm stepping down the front porch steps, I end up sliding and falling down the stairs. I stopped before I hit the bottom one.
I'm fine, though. My back is sore, and I bet there will be a huge ass bruise there in the morning.
"Charm School" commentary will be up by tomorrow, I promise. Kevin was over tonight, and I didn't have time to do it.
in "Holly does something stupid" news...
Oct. 11th, 2008 08:07 pmI was going to the breakroom on my first break of my shift today, and I spotted something by the entrance of the store. At first glance, it looked like a random dollar bill. So I figured, "Hey! Cool! Unexpected free money!" and I went to go check it out and stuff it in my pocket.
Then I noticed it was a FIFTY dollar bill.
Yeah, Celine Dion is pretty psyched, too.
And I did something stupid. Instead of just pocketing the damn fifty dollar bill like any normal red-blooded American in this stupid financial crisis...I got paranoid that the security cameras at work would pick up on this and this would ultimately get me in trouble. This happened to one of the baggers a few months ago, believe it or not. And inevitably, that sort of shit would happen to me if I ever attempted such a move. SO....being the honest, nice, altruistic person that I am....I took the fifty dollar bill to the service center and turned it in. Diane told me that if no one claimed it in thirty days, I'd get it.
I KNOW, right?!
But then some stupid teenager came and claimed it within a half hour, saying that his mom sent him to go shopping with the money. They had to go in the security office and check the tapes (see?) and make sure the kid's claim was valid, especially with what time he entered in the store. And Adam seemed pretty reluctant to just let the kid have the money, buuuut......yeah.
I COULD'VE HAD FIFTY BUCKS, DAMMIT. FIFTY BUCKS. I could use fifty bucks, man!
But I did the right thing, right? If I hadn't been at work, I would've pocketed it. Man, I hope what goes around comes around and I get something good in return. Karma, ya know? Knowing my luck lately, probably not.
Then I noticed it was a FIFTY dollar bill.
Yeah, Celine Dion is pretty psyched, too.
And I did something stupid. Instead of just pocketing the damn fifty dollar bill like any normal red-blooded American in this stupid financial crisis...I got paranoid that the security cameras at work would pick up on this and this would ultimately get me in trouble. This happened to one of the baggers a few months ago, believe it or not. And inevitably, that sort of shit would happen to me if I ever attempted such a move. SO....being the honest, nice, altruistic person that I am....I took the fifty dollar bill to the service center and turned it in. Diane told me that if no one claimed it in thirty days, I'd get it.
I KNOW, right?!
But then some stupid teenager came and claimed it within a half hour, saying that his mom sent him to go shopping with the money. They had to go in the security office and check the tapes (see?) and make sure the kid's claim was valid, especially with what time he entered in the store. And Adam seemed pretty reluctant to just let the kid have the money, buuuut......yeah.
I COULD'VE HAD FIFTY BUCKS, DAMMIT. FIFTY BUCKS. I could use fifty bucks, man!
But I did the right thing, right? If I hadn't been at work, I would've pocketed it. Man, I hope what goes around comes around and I get something good in return. Karma, ya know? Knowing my luck lately, probably not.
for Pete's sake
Nov. 27th, 2007 04:33 pmWhile I was on my way to campus this morning on US 41, I realize maybe a little past Uncle John's Flea Market that I've left my blinder with all of my folders for class at home. This wouldn't have bothered me all that much and I would've just kept going to class if my mini-writing assignment folder for my Composition class wasn't in the damn thing. So I had to turn around and drive back home. It was a waste of gas, really, but I couldn't afford to turn it in late.
American History--I got a C+ on that test, which was what I expected. I did well on the identification and short answer parts, but I had problems with the essay portion. Basically, I was just pushing myself to put ANYTHING down on the paper. (That's what happens when you pull an all-nighter before class.) However, I did get an A on that assignment paper we had to write last week. Mom really liked what I wrote on it, too, so she'll be proud about it.
Then...I go to my Composition class just to see that it's been cancelled today. All of the hassle I made just to go back home and get my assignment for that. Yeah, I'm laughing at myself, too.
I did pretty well on my psych test. I scored an 86%. Okay, so it's a solid B, but my test scores have been improving greatly.
American History--I got a C+ on that test, which was what I expected. I did well on the identification and short answer parts, but I had problems with the essay portion. Basically, I was just pushing myself to put ANYTHING down on the paper. (That's what happens when you pull an all-nighter before class.) However, I did get an A on that assignment paper we had to write last week. Mom really liked what I wrote on it, too, so she'll be proud about it.
Then...I go to my Composition class just to see that it's been cancelled today. All of the hassle I made just to go back home and get my assignment for that. Yeah, I'm laughing at myself, too.
I did pretty well on my psych test. I scored an 86%. Okay, so it's a solid B, but my test scores have been improving greatly.
...no frickin' way
Nov. 9th, 2006 12:04 pmThis morning, I got up to campus and I decided to listen to the radio while I crammed a bit for that poli sci quiz I had to make up. And of course, since that class bores me to death, I got distracted, so I started cleaning crap up in my car. In between the middle console and the driver's seat that looked like it had fallen beneath the seat, I saw a familiar glint of brown plastic-leather.
Yes. I found my old checkbook. *smacks forehead*
Then in Poulard's class, one of my classmates showed up late for class. I guess her car had been robbed, with the keys in the car. Dr. Poulard said, "This is why you should never leave anything valuable in your car."
I just started laughing. He looked at me weirdly; I told him about the checkbook incident and how I used to have a bad habit of locking my keys in my car myself.
He postponed my make-up quiz till next week, by the way. I guess a lot of students skipped class on Tuesday and I wasn't the only one. Wow, the gods are smiling on me today, aren't they? :)
I don't have to be at work till 6 PM tonight. I'm not even supposed to work tonight, but I'm filling in for Kevin, and I can always use the hours.
Yes. I found my old checkbook. *smacks forehead*
Then in Poulard's class, one of my classmates showed up late for class. I guess her car had been robbed, with the keys in the car. Dr. Poulard said, "This is why you should never leave anything valuable in your car."
I just started laughing. He looked at me weirdly; I told him about the checkbook incident and how I used to have a bad habit of locking my keys in my car myself.
He postponed my make-up quiz till next week, by the way. I guess a lot of students skipped class on Tuesday and I wasn't the only one. Wow, the gods are smiling on me today, aren't they? :)
I don't have to be at work till 6 PM tonight. I'm not even supposed to work tonight, but I'm filling in for Kevin, and I can always use the hours.
So I'm stupid. I'm an Idiot Girl. I'm walking to the parking lot after classes yesterday, & I trip on a cracked piece of sidewalk in the frickin' main square of the IUN campus. I fall face first onto the sidewalk. (Actually, knees first, but you know what I mean.) Crap flies out of my purse, & I just look like a clumsy fool. And I'm thinking, "I'm not a freshman, I'm a frickin' senior! Why is this happening?!"
*ha ha* Oh well. At least I can laugh at myself over it.
Classes are going okay, so far. I got the majority of my books today. The books for my government/politics class haven't come in yet (he just ordered them yesterday, it looks like). And this year is the year I have a bunch of professors that aren't from America...not that it matters. But at least the accents they all have make me pay extra attention in class. And I find it very ironic that my professor for my American government/politics class is FRENCH.
The strangest thing happened at work yesterday, though. I'm adding up the daily totals, & I enter them in the computer at the end of the night. Now I know I added it up right. Only two registers were up the whole day (Patti's & Abby's). We only had $31.79 for a Visa autocharge. The total in MasterCard sales on Patti's register was $27.84 (which I didn't count down--Crystal did), & the total in MasterCard sales on Abby's register was $27.47. You add those up, that comes up to $55.31, right?....so how the hell did the computer show that I was short $79.47 in MasterCard sales? All of the credit card receipts were accounted for. I entered the numbers on the empbals right. I checked the autocharge sheet from yesterday morning. I didn't want to just enter it in with the correct amount when I know it wasn't right. So I dug out all of the paperwork, the empbals, the autocharge sheet to leave out for Patti and/or Crystal for this morning with a letter explaining it. I don't want to get in trouble for it because everything was perfect on Abby's register, but I can't account for it when everything else looks to be right.
*ha ha* Oh well. At least I can laugh at myself over it.
Classes are going okay, so far. I got the majority of my books today. The books for my government/politics class haven't come in yet (he just ordered them yesterday, it looks like). And this year is the year I have a bunch of professors that aren't from America...not that it matters. But at least the accents they all have make me pay extra attention in class. And I find it very ironic that my professor for my American government/politics class is FRENCH.
The strangest thing happened at work yesterday, though. I'm adding up the daily totals, & I enter them in the computer at the end of the night. Now I know I added it up right. Only two registers were up the whole day (Patti's & Abby's). We only had $31.79 for a Visa autocharge. The total in MasterCard sales on Patti's register was $27.84 (which I didn't count down--Crystal did), & the total in MasterCard sales on Abby's register was $27.47. You add those up, that comes up to $55.31, right?....so how the hell did the computer show that I was short $79.47 in MasterCard sales? All of the credit card receipts were accounted for. I entered the numbers on the empbals right. I checked the autocharge sheet from yesterday morning. I didn't want to just enter it in with the correct amount when I know it wasn't right. So I dug out all of the paperwork, the empbals, the autocharge sheet to leave out for Patti and/or Crystal for this morning with a letter explaining it. I don't want to get in trouble for it because everything was perfect on Abby's register, but I can't account for it when everything else looks to be right.
