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nirix5The point is, I’m tired as hell, but I don’t have to work tomorrow.
Hallefreakinluja.
We started at midnight instead of 4 AM today. It was for the Dreaded School Order- fifty dozen donuts. One fryer, one proofer, seven hours, CAN YOU HANDLE IT?!?!?!?
Finally came home around nine and fell asleep at about two. Woke up at eight thirty, eastern standard time. Missed my voice lesson, but finished The DaVinci Code.
And now here I sit, wracking my brains for something interesting to update with.
Carl asked for my help doing a job today; the company owns some property that needed to be cleaned up. I told him that I could do it after work at the bakery, so at noon he picked me up.
Phoenix, New York, is a nice small town about ten minutes away from me in whatever the hell direction it’s in. Maybe it’s more like fifteen minutes. The point is, it’s your run-of-the-mill river town, with a lock and everything. [Lock: funny boat elevator thing.]
We pulled onto a windswept, empty shopping street near the river. I thought to myself, This is a Saturday. There are supposed to be people here, activity of some sort. Where is everyone? You could almost see the street in an earlier part of the century- children playing, mothers in print dresses and cloche hats carrying their packages from store to store, the smell of cooking coming from the apartments above the shops. Alas, it is no more.
The apartment we were supposed to clean out was above an empty pizza parlor. Everything was fine until we went upstairs and Carl opened the door.
Oh my god, the smell.
The place was an absolute wreck. Trash and old food and furniture all over the place. Cigarette butts all over the floor. Cat food and cat litter in various odd cabinets, and a cage in one corner- thankfully, with nothing dead in it. A chainsaw blade lying in the corner. Dirty, food-encrusted dishes all over. A glass with something in the brown sludge at the bottom- I don’t know what it was, but it looked like teeth. Old condiments in the refrigerator. The window propped up with a golf club that had been cut in half. The faucet on the kitchen sink ripped off near the base- really ripped, as if it had been done my a wrestler and not by a wrench.
Burned up incense cones on a giant can of food stamp tomato sauce. Two shot glasses on the shelf in the open, warm freezer: “Drink Till She’s Cute” and “I Came, I Drank, I Screwed.” Random articles of clothing strewn all over the carpet, which was torn up and badly stained. One room filled with trash , the other with children’s toys, a mattress, and cat shit that was so old it had solidified. An old Barbara Streisand album (My Name Is Barbara.) Beer cans crushed on the floor. Six hideous, matching, velour chairs, broken and busted and circa 1970. Two filthy couches- pull out, so they were hard to move. A brass wall plate of Queen Elizabeth knighting some guy, found in a locked file cabinet filled with pot and pan lids. A box of baseball cards. A SpongeBob SquarePants cushion thing.
A can of peas with the label written in Russian… V. strange.
Several bills in the name of one Heather Lambert. *Scowl* She’s giving Heathers the world over a bad name.
A note: “Tom, went over to Heather’s Mom’s house.” …… o_O
If I ever meet this Heather Lambert person, I think I’m going to beat her up. Live in squalor if that’s your thing but don’t bring your kids into that.
Sunday’s Cleaning Update
I now have flea bites all over my legs. One guess as to where I got them.
*is pissed*
My legs are itchy.
Workness:
~ Heidi informed me that her poop is still black, due to the black icing on the Halloween cake I made for her daughter’s birthday on Saturday. “It’s still affecting me! It’s still affecting me!” Her kids thing that this is a wonderful thing. Black poop. Who knew.
~ Joanie ripping a tampon out of her purse, waving it at Ken the Manager, yelling, “You want some lunch, Ken? YOU WANT SOME LUNCH?!?” No response from Ken. He might not have noticed, as his head seems to be permanently stuck in a sand pit.
~ Names. Joanie’s mom was going to name her “Robin Charlane” but when she was born, she said that she had never seen hair and eyes so black on a baby, and right at the beginning she knew that this one was going to be a little bitch. She reminded her of Joan of Arc- thus, Joanie. (Joanie says, “They tell me I was a bitch in my last life. I say, damn right I was a bitch in my last life; I’m a bitch in this life, and I’ll be a bitch in the next!”) Her sister, Trina, was named after a prostitute in a book that her mother was reading around the time that she was born. Interestingly enough, a friend of my mother’s sister-in-law named her daughter Trina (which is a Slavic euphemism for prostitute) and this was supposed to be a big joke on Americans, or something. Which is odd because the woman is American.
WalMartness:
~ I got storage boxes the other night. Yay! And wall adhesive stickers, so I can finally put Aragorn up next to Legolas where he belongs. I need to do that before my cat chews on him anymore. He always chews on Aragorn- not just the rolled up poster, but my Two Towers display box thing, and Mom’s Strider bookmark. There’s probably some hidden meaning there but I’m just too dumb to see it. Or maybe I’m reading too much into things and Aragorn just tastes good.
~ Got more lotion. Aveeno this time. Am shopping around for best kind. Am savvy shopper! Go me!
~ Also got a string of pearls to wear in my hair on Friday night. I’m not giving up on the tiaras, but I’ve worn the ones I have a lot lately, and they’re a little bright with my black dress. I’m breaking out the black dress for the first time ever. Except for that one roll of film, but that doesn’t really count. Anyway, the pearls will match nicely, and I’ll throw a couple of matching beaded strands in my hair for added sparkle.
It stupid, almost. My first evening performance of an opera, and I leave the tiara at home. Oh well.
NewYorkness:
~ Talked to Aunt Sean yesterday. She’s quitting her job around November 7th, so I’m probably going to go down around the 8th. Maybe, maybe, maybe will get to stay over at Grandmere’s house. Which will make me stupidly happy because it’s the loft and I love it.
~ Nothing else finalized. Plans due to change without notice.
~ However, I’m in a good position financially right now, since I just got a forbearance on my loan. Apparently I might get a deferment, since the cut off for deferments is something like a thousand dollars a month, and I only make around five hundred. WOOt!
I still don’t know what to do about Halloween. Tess is going trick-or-treating with one of her friends; she just bought her Legolas costume the other night. It looks really good on her, and god knows she’s got the hair for it. Which means that I can do whatever I want. Mom’s going to help me make a quick cloak, but I don’t know what to ‘go as’ so to speak. I did Odile from Swan Lake last year, although it wasn’t much fun as we didn’t go trick-or-treating. So the options remain open. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
What is everyone else doing for Halloween? Tell me!
And I guess that’s it for now. I’m gonna go grab some food and watch the game. Jeter is SO my bitch. Legolas gets jealous about it.
I think I’ll finish re-finishing my Ghetto Evenstar before I go to bed.
Huzzah!
Hallefreakinluja.
We started at midnight instead of 4 AM today. It was for the Dreaded School Order- fifty dozen donuts. One fryer, one proofer, seven hours, CAN YOU HANDLE IT?!?!?!?
Finally came home around nine and fell asleep at about two. Woke up at eight thirty, eastern standard time. Missed my voice lesson, but finished The DaVinci Code.
And now here I sit, wracking my brains for something interesting to update with.
Carl asked for my help doing a job today; the company owns some property that needed to be cleaned up. I told him that I could do it after work at the bakery, so at noon he picked me up.
Phoenix, New York, is a nice small town about ten minutes away from me in whatever the hell direction it’s in. Maybe it’s more like fifteen minutes. The point is, it’s your run-of-the-mill river town, with a lock and everything. [Lock: funny boat elevator thing.]
We pulled onto a windswept, empty shopping street near the river. I thought to myself, This is a Saturday. There are supposed to be people here, activity of some sort. Where is everyone? You could almost see the street in an earlier part of the century- children playing, mothers in print dresses and cloche hats carrying their packages from store to store, the smell of cooking coming from the apartments above the shops. Alas, it is no more.
The apartment we were supposed to clean out was above an empty pizza parlor. Everything was fine until we went upstairs and Carl opened the door.
Oh my god, the smell.
The place was an absolute wreck. Trash and old food and furniture all over the place. Cigarette butts all over the floor. Cat food and cat litter in various odd cabinets, and a cage in one corner- thankfully, with nothing dead in it. A chainsaw blade lying in the corner. Dirty, food-encrusted dishes all over. A glass with something in the brown sludge at the bottom- I don’t know what it was, but it looked like teeth. Old condiments in the refrigerator. The window propped up with a golf club that had been cut in half. The faucet on the kitchen sink ripped off near the base- really ripped, as if it had been done my a wrestler and not by a wrench.
Burned up incense cones on a giant can of food stamp tomato sauce. Two shot glasses on the shelf in the open, warm freezer: “Drink Till She’s Cute” and “I Came, I Drank, I Screwed.” Random articles of clothing strewn all over the carpet, which was torn up and badly stained. One room filled with trash , the other with children’s toys, a mattress, and cat shit that was so old it had solidified. An old Barbara Streisand album (My Name Is Barbara.) Beer cans crushed on the floor. Six hideous, matching, velour chairs, broken and busted and circa 1970. Two filthy couches- pull out, so they were hard to move. A brass wall plate of Queen Elizabeth knighting some guy, found in a locked file cabinet filled with pot and pan lids. A box of baseball cards. A SpongeBob SquarePants cushion thing.
A can of peas with the label written in Russian… V. strange.
Several bills in the name of one Heather Lambert. *Scowl* She’s giving Heathers the world over a bad name.
A note: “Tom, went over to Heather’s Mom’s house.” …… o_O
If I ever meet this Heather Lambert person, I think I’m going to beat her up. Live in squalor if that’s your thing but don’t bring your kids into that.
Sunday’s Cleaning Update
I now have flea bites all over my legs. One guess as to where I got them.
*is pissed*
My legs are itchy.
Workness:
~ Heidi informed me that her poop is still black, due to the black icing on the Halloween cake I made for her daughter’s birthday on Saturday. “It’s still affecting me! It’s still affecting me!” Her kids thing that this is a wonderful thing. Black poop. Who knew.
~ Joanie ripping a tampon out of her purse, waving it at Ken the Manager, yelling, “You want some lunch, Ken? YOU WANT SOME LUNCH?!?” No response from Ken. He might not have noticed, as his head seems to be permanently stuck in a sand pit.
~ Names. Joanie’s mom was going to name her “Robin Charlane” but when she was born, she said that she had never seen hair and eyes so black on a baby, and right at the beginning she knew that this one was going to be a little bitch. She reminded her of Joan of Arc- thus, Joanie. (Joanie says, “They tell me I was a bitch in my last life. I say, damn right I was a bitch in my last life; I’m a bitch in this life, and I’ll be a bitch in the next!”) Her sister, Trina, was named after a prostitute in a book that her mother was reading around the time that she was born. Interestingly enough, a friend of my mother’s sister-in-law named her daughter Trina (which is a Slavic euphemism for prostitute) and this was supposed to be a big joke on Americans, or something. Which is odd because the woman is American.
WalMartness:
~ I got storage boxes the other night. Yay! And wall adhesive stickers, so I can finally put Aragorn up next to Legolas where he belongs. I need to do that before my cat chews on him anymore. He always chews on Aragorn- not just the rolled up poster, but my Two Towers display box thing, and Mom’s Strider bookmark. There’s probably some hidden meaning there but I’m just too dumb to see it. Or maybe I’m reading too much into things and Aragorn just tastes good.
~ Got more lotion. Aveeno this time. Am shopping around for best kind. Am savvy shopper! Go me!
~ Also got a string of pearls to wear in my hair on Friday night. I’m not giving up on the tiaras, but I’ve worn the ones I have a lot lately, and they’re a little bright with my black dress. I’m breaking out the black dress for the first time ever. Except for that one roll of film, but that doesn’t really count. Anyway, the pearls will match nicely, and I’ll throw a couple of matching beaded strands in my hair for added sparkle.
It stupid, almost. My first evening performance of an opera, and I leave the tiara at home. Oh well.
NewYorkness:
~ Talked to Aunt Sean yesterday. She’s quitting her job around November 7th, so I’m probably going to go down around the 8th. Maybe, maybe, maybe will get to stay over at Grandmere’s house. Which will make me stupidly happy because it’s the loft and I love it.
~ Nothing else finalized. Plans due to change without notice.
~ However, I’m in a good position financially right now, since I just got a forbearance on my loan. Apparently I might get a deferment, since the cut off for deferments is something like a thousand dollars a month, and I only make around five hundred. WOOt!
I still don’t know what to do about Halloween. Tess is going trick-or-treating with one of her friends; she just bought her Legolas costume the other night. It looks really good on her, and god knows she’s got the hair for it. Which means that I can do whatever I want. Mom’s going to help me make a quick cloak, but I don’t know what to ‘go as’ so to speak. I did Odile from Swan Lake last year, although it wasn’t much fun as we didn’t go trick-or-treating. So the options remain open. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
What is everyone else doing for Halloween? Tell me!
And I guess that’s it for now. I’m gonna go grab some food and watch the game. Jeter is SO my bitch. Legolas gets jealous about it.
I think I’ll finish re-finishing my Ghetto Evenstar before I go to bed.
Huzzah!
