...I just don't understand. There is this lady that comes to me every once in a while to make a purchase with my department. Every single time I see her she just seems so intensely unhappy about some unidentified thing. It actually used to bother me, but now I just want to ask her what is wrong whenever she walks up to my window. She doesn't say anything, not "hello" even or "thank you". I feel badly for her. Being constantly unhappy sucks.
Maybe she needs a hug.
Today, I work a little bit longer than I normally would. I usually get off at eleven o'clock, but the girl that works after me has a final that isn't scheduled to finish until noon. If she finishes early, then she'll head over here. So, I could work five extra minutes or an extra hour. Then, I'm going to wherever my lovely friend Paula is on campus to see how her final went. After that, who knows?
Tomorrow and Thursday I work. Usually I do not work on Thursdays but since we're closed on Friday (holiday, yo) I'm picking up extra hours.
Friday I head south to Racine, spending the day with the fam, staying the night, and spending Christmas with the fam, too.
Sunday = free day.
Monday and Tuesday next week I work 7:10am-5:00 pm and 7:30am-5:00pm, respectively. This will likely suck, but since I'm GOING TO KANSAS (!!!!!) on Wednesday, therefore taking three days off, it should help me balance out my lost hours.
Um, I think that's all. This post was boring. I am bored, though.
You know, if you are going to let every little thing bother you, it is going to be a very long night!
Prince Naveen, from The Princess and the Frog
21 December 2010
20 December 2010
Another day...
...another package of Ramen noodles.
I really do love Ramen noodles. Problem is, there aren't filling like they were when I was thirteen. Oh well. Ramen noodles and a granola bar makes for a good dinner. (ha.)
It's nearly Christmas. That means it's nearly time for Kati to go to Kansas! That also means it's almost 2011, which in turn means it's almost my birthday.
Actually, my birthday is one month from today. I'll be twenty-two!
I had some grandiose idea about what I was going to say in my blog today, but my brain stopped.
I'm doing a lot of training at my work for the next couple of weeks. Which basically means I'm getting paid to watch someone else do my job for me. :) It's nice having someone in the office though. So often I'm in here alone, so having someone to talk to is quite nice.
I may be top seniority in my department in the spring. I'm not sure yet, but it's possible that the girl above me won't be working when the spring semester starts.
Being top dog would be cool.
But, being top dog of the lowest group of people on the totem pole doesn't mean a whole lot. Oh well. :)
I really don't know what else to say.
So, I'll end!
Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Ferris Bueller from Ferris Bueller's Day Off
I really do love Ramen noodles. Problem is, there aren't filling like they were when I was thirteen. Oh well. Ramen noodles and a granola bar makes for a good dinner. (ha.)
It's nearly Christmas. That means it's nearly time for Kati to go to Kansas! That also means it's almost 2011, which in turn means it's almost my birthday.
Actually, my birthday is one month from today. I'll be twenty-two!
I had some grandiose idea about what I was going to say in my blog today, but my brain stopped.
I'm doing a lot of training at my work for the next couple of weeks. Which basically means I'm getting paid to watch someone else do my job for me. :) It's nice having someone in the office though. So often I'm in here alone, so having someone to talk to is quite nice.
I may be top seniority in my department in the spring. I'm not sure yet, but it's possible that the girl above me won't be working when the spring semester starts.
Being top dog would be cool.
But, being top dog of the lowest group of people on the totem pole doesn't mean a whole lot. Oh well. :)
I really don't know what else to say.
So, I'll end!
Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Ferris Bueller from Ferris Bueller's Day Off
15 December 2010
People are funny.
Today, all you're getting from me is this interesting article about "Xmas". The article itself is short, but, if you have some free time you should read the comments following the article. I think I only read a third of the way down but I got some giggles.
14 December 2010
New bandages today.
I must be some kind of moron when it comes to folding paper. I managed to destroy my fingers again this morning, folding letters at work. I'm not sure how I manage to do this so regularly, but, alas, I do.
Yesterday I said I would be crossing my fingers for Christmas money for jeans. Now I'm crossing my fingers for Christmas money to pay my bills. I just found out I am actually losing hours over the next few weeks, rather than gaining hours. I should not have gotten my hopes up on that one. The worst part is, I'm losing hours to a new hire. That is really frustrating. I couldn't even lose hours to someone with seniority (though that did happen a little bit, too). But I have seniority over someone who is taking my hours. *sigh* Looks like I'll have to make my budget even tighter.
I think I need another job. This job, though the pay is crummy, is too fabulous to lose. Nothing is really better than doing homework while working. Granted, most of this semester was actually spent reading or, now, blogging. But, in the future, having this job will be so phenomenal. And, after another year, more people will have graduated, so I will have higher seniority.
Eventually.
I wonder if this job gives raises.
I think I'll visit Papa John's later this week, and see if they're hiring for a couple of nights working inside. I don't want to deliver pizza during winter. Been there, done that. But working inside? I can slap a pizza like a pro.
Dangit, I was doing so well with this new, happy Kati business. But after the news about losing hours, I feel like a Debbie Downer.
Debbie Downer
Negative Nancy
Sally Sass-A-Lot
Polly Prissy-Pants
I've been using these names a lot lately. On myself and other people. It's rather amusing.
I made myself smile.
Now I feel like taking my new jeans back.
Dangit I better be making good money when I graduate.
It's time to get back to reading so I can distract myself from being upset.
Everything is going to work out.
Just think, "Well, at least I have have/am/will [something good] and [the bad thing] is fixable."
-David Smale
Well, at least I have my health, my home, heat, food, and friends. I am loved, and good at writing a budget. I will rework said budget and look for another job. Being broke is fixable.
I love you, Brother.
Proactive Katherine gets things done and is pleased with her accomplishments, despite what pessimist Katherine thinks.
-David Smale (again)
Yesterday I said I would be crossing my fingers for Christmas money for jeans. Now I'm crossing my fingers for Christmas money to pay my bills. I just found out I am actually losing hours over the next few weeks, rather than gaining hours. I should not have gotten my hopes up on that one. The worst part is, I'm losing hours to a new hire. That is really frustrating. I couldn't even lose hours to someone with seniority (though that did happen a little bit, too). But I have seniority over someone who is taking my hours. *sigh* Looks like I'll have to make my budget even tighter.
I think I need another job. This job, though the pay is crummy, is too fabulous to lose. Nothing is really better than doing homework while working. Granted, most of this semester was actually spent reading or, now, blogging. But, in the future, having this job will be so phenomenal. And, after another year, more people will have graduated, so I will have higher seniority.
Eventually.
I wonder if this job gives raises.
I think I'll visit Papa John's later this week, and see if they're hiring for a couple of nights working inside. I don't want to deliver pizza during winter. Been there, done that. But working inside? I can slap a pizza like a pro.
Dangit, I was doing so well with this new, happy Kati business. But after the news about losing hours, I feel like a Debbie Downer.
Debbie Downer
Negative Nancy
Sally Sass-A-Lot
Polly Prissy-Pants
I've been using these names a lot lately. On myself and other people. It's rather amusing.
I made myself smile.
Now I feel like taking my new jeans back.
Dangit I better be making good money when I graduate.
It's time to get back to reading so I can distract myself from being upset.
Everything is going to work out.
Just think, "Well, at least I have have/am/will [something good] and [the bad thing] is fixable."
-David Smale
Well, at least I have my health, my home, heat, food, and friends. I am loved, and good at writing a budget. I will rework said budget and look for another job. Being broke is fixable.
I love you, Brother.
Proactive Katherine gets things done and is pleased with her accomplishments, despite what pessimist Katherine thinks.
-David Smale (again)
13 December 2010
Bye, bye, dollars!
Good weekend. Went to Racine twice, and bought some new clothes. So, it was an expensive weekend, but a good one nonetheless. I really needed new jeans, so I didn't have much option in that regard. Went to Deb, my favorite place for jeans, and got some sweet clearance deals. Then I found out the Deb label is being discontinued and replaced by a terrible brand called Reign. Uncomfortable, poorly fitting jeans replace relaxed, stretch denim jeans that always fit me and fit me well. Pout. BUT, this does mean that the Deb brand is going to be completely clearanced over the next month or so, so I'll be crossing my fingers for Christmas money to stock up on my favorite jeans before they go away forever.
Unless you could see me actively typing this, you wouldn't know that I am having one of those days where I am typing like a moron. And apparently inventing new spelling for nearly every word I type. I've hit the backspace button almost as much as each letter I've typed. It is definitely Monday.
I have a final tomorrow. My only final for my only class. The final is online, and half of the final covers the student presentations we've been doing for the last month. I have total confidence. I am so looking forward to taking more than one class next semester! It'll be nice to be busy again. I'm not so much looking forward to taking 18 credits starting next fall until I graduate, but that's how it works.
Oh, I've decided to work for a double major. Have I mentioned this already? No, I don't think I could have. I just decided to do this on Thursday. It's only one more semester to get a second major. I think I'd be stupid to not do it. I also still want a minor, but have not yet decided what I want. I'm thinking I might finish the first degree, get licensed and working, then work on the second major and minor. I just don't know!
Maybe I'll just stay in school forever. That would be cool. :)
I need a haircut. Too bad I'm poor and just spent all the money I had on new pants. I legit needed new pants. I've been wearing the same two pairs of jeans for something like six months, it seems. It's been a loooooong time, for sure. They're both starting to wear out. So, it was time.
Hopefully, over the next few weeks I will be working a lot more. I'm still waiting to see the upcoming schedule from my boss. I volunteered to work all day, every day. I'm sure I won't work that often, but I would love to increase my paychecks for a month or so.
It's never too cold in Wisconsin that there isn't some dumb white guy wearing shorts.
-Random customer
Unless you could see me actively typing this, you wouldn't know that I am having one of those days where I am typing like a moron. And apparently inventing new spelling for nearly every word I type. I've hit the backspace button almost as much as each letter I've typed. It is definitely Monday.
I have a final tomorrow. My only final for my only class. The final is online, and half of the final covers the student presentations we've been doing for the last month. I have total confidence. I am so looking forward to taking more than one class next semester! It'll be nice to be busy again. I'm not so much looking forward to taking 18 credits starting next fall until I graduate, but that's how it works.
Oh, I've decided to work for a double major. Have I mentioned this already? No, I don't think I could have. I just decided to do this on Thursday. It's only one more semester to get a second major. I think I'd be stupid to not do it. I also still want a minor, but have not yet decided what I want. I'm thinking I might finish the first degree, get licensed and working, then work on the second major and minor. I just don't know!
Maybe I'll just stay in school forever. That would be cool. :)
I need a haircut. Too bad I'm poor and just spent all the money I had on new pants. I legit needed new pants. I've been wearing the same two pairs of jeans for something like six months, it seems. It's been a loooooong time, for sure. They're both starting to wear out. So, it was time.
Hopefully, over the next few weeks I will be working a lot more. I'm still waiting to see the upcoming schedule from my boss. I volunteered to work all day, every day. I'm sure I won't work that often, but I would love to increase my paychecks for a month or so.
It's never too cold in Wisconsin that there isn't some dumb white guy wearing shorts.
-Random customer
10 December 2010
PSA: Stealing cars = Bad idea
When things happen in the news I am usually the last to know about it. I admit, I've never enjoyed watching the news or paying attention to what is happening in my world.
This morning, I awoke to the sound of a helicopter. This is the first time I have heard a helicopter since I have been here, so immediately I assumed something was amiss. When I continued to get myself ready for the day, and then finally left my building and the helicopter was still hovering about, I began to wonder, what, exactly, is amiss? I could see it was a news chopper, and I live a stone's throw from a major interstate and and even bigger interchange, so it made sense that something was interesting about the traffic that needed to be reported.
Little did I know (one of my favorite phrases), while I was, in effect, correct in my assumption, there was so much more to what, exactly, happened.
So, what happened?
Apparently, around 4:15 this morning, an officer pulled over a Ford Explorer and discovered it was stolen. There was a male driver and a female passenger; both of them refused to exit the vehicle, as demanded by the officer.
This, of course, is a poor decision (though if you're stealing cars I assume you aren't thinking in the best frame of mind), as it forces a single officer or even two to call for assistance with your misbehaviours. Then, a SWAT team ends up getting involved, and since you're acting suspicious, the police have to assume that you might be armed, so MORE help arrives and you're just digging your grave deeper and deeper. Then the highway gets shut down; people are driving backwards on the highway because they're being forced to get off. Then, after 6 hours of waiting for you to exit on your own, the officers get fed up with your crap, send in a robot, who then breaks out one of the car windows, shoots tear gas into the car, which forces you to get out, and then you get arrested anyway, and are probably in much bigger trouble than if you'd just gotten out of the car in the first place. And everyone in the area that has to use this major interchange hates your guts, because you threw off their whole day.
This happened less than a mile from my apartment. Yes.
Thanks MPD for not choosing the violent method!
Thanks morons from the stolen car, for giving me a chuckle this morning.
It snowed again.
I love the sound of fresh snow crunching under my shoe.
Even if you are on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.
Will Rogers
This morning, I awoke to the sound of a helicopter. This is the first time I have heard a helicopter since I have been here, so immediately I assumed something was amiss. When I continued to get myself ready for the day, and then finally left my building and the helicopter was still hovering about, I began to wonder, what, exactly, is amiss? I could see it was a news chopper, and I live a stone's throw from a major interstate and and even bigger interchange, so it made sense that something was interesting about the traffic that needed to be reported.
Little did I know (one of my favorite phrases), while I was, in effect, correct in my assumption, there was so much more to what, exactly, happened.
So, what happened?
Apparently, around 4:15 this morning, an officer pulled over a Ford Explorer and discovered it was stolen. There was a male driver and a female passenger; both of them refused to exit the vehicle, as demanded by the officer.
This, of course, is a poor decision (though if you're stealing cars I assume you aren't thinking in the best frame of mind), as it forces a single officer or even two to call for assistance with your misbehaviours. Then, a SWAT team ends up getting involved, and since you're acting suspicious, the police have to assume that you might be armed, so MORE help arrives and you're just digging your grave deeper and deeper. Then the highway gets shut down; people are driving backwards on the highway because they're being forced to get off. Then, after 6 hours of waiting for you to exit on your own, the officers get fed up with your crap, send in a robot, who then breaks out one of the car windows, shoots tear gas into the car, which forces you to get out, and then you get arrested anyway, and are probably in much bigger trouble than if you'd just gotten out of the car in the first place. And everyone in the area that has to use this major interchange hates your guts, because you threw off their whole day.
This happened less than a mile from my apartment. Yes.
Thanks MPD for not choosing the violent method!
Thanks morons from the stolen car, for giving me a chuckle this morning.
It snowed again.
I love the sound of fresh snow crunching under my shoe.
Even if you are on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.
Will Rogers
08 December 2010
Oh, the city of Milwaukee.
So Monday was the day I had an appointment with the city of Milwaukee to dispute my parking tickets. Let me tell ya, that building and surrounding parking structure are chores to deal with. The Police Administration building is right next door to the Milwaukee Public Museum, and they share a parking structure. Easily the most difficult parking garage ever. The Police Administration Building is confusing, and there are almost no signs to help direct the poor losers that have to go in there (yes, myself included). But, they dismissed one of my tickets, so I only had to pay the one. So, that was a good thing.
Yesterday I enrolled for classes. YAY! I am taking ASL III, Deaf Culture, and (probably the most interesting) African Dance. Oh, yes, you read that correctly. A friend of mine, Amy, is going to take it with me. It'll be fun! African Dance satisfies a Fine Art credit and a World Culture credit, both needed for our major.
I love taking classes with friends.
That's all for today. :) I'm trying to finish reading East of Eden by next Friday, and I've been having a hard time getting the ball rolling with it. I've only made it to page 150 so far, and it's a 600 page book. It's a fabulous read, though!
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ~Anatole France
Yesterday I enrolled for classes. YAY! I am taking ASL III, Deaf Culture, and (probably the most interesting) African Dance. Oh, yes, you read that correctly. A friend of mine, Amy, is going to take it with me. It'll be fun! African Dance satisfies a Fine Art credit and a World Culture credit, both needed for our major.
I love taking classes with friends.
That's all for today. :) I'm trying to finish reading East of Eden by next Friday, and I've been having a hard time getting the ball rolling with it. I've only made it to page 150 so far, and it's a 600 page book. It's a fabulous read, though!
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. ~Anatole France
06 December 2010
Thank God for inhalers.
This morning, on the way to work, the bus I was riding broke. I have absolutely no idea what happened, but there was a loud noise and the bus suddenly stopped in the middle of the street. The thing that was strange to me was that the driver did not make any effort to say anything to us. It was after a minute or two that I watched a gentleman get up, walk to the front of the bus, and ask the driver if we should get off. Then the doors opened, so I assume the answer was "yes".
Fortunately, this happened just 3 blocks away from school, so I was able to walk the rest of the way and I was not late. However, it's winter in the W-I.
It is 16 degrees.
The wind chill has it down to two degrees.
Cold air and asthma are not very good friends. Hence my thanks to God for having an inhaler.
I do feel badly for the woman that had her two very small children with her. I hope she only had to take them as far as the school one block further than I had to walk. I think there might also be a daycare right across the street from here.
Today's agenda involves working til 11:30am, going home for a quick bite of lunch, then off to appeal my parking tickets with the city of Milwaukee. I have no idea how that is going to go, how long it is going to take, or anything else. I have the address, but I really have no idea where it is. I generally have no clue where anything is. :) Yay iPhone.
I was just given an alphebetizing task from my boss. I am pretty excited. I love alphebetizing.
If you don't like something change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it. ~Mary Engelbreit
Fortunately, this happened just 3 blocks away from school, so I was able to walk the rest of the way and I was not late. However, it's winter in the W-I.
It is 16 degrees.
The wind chill has it down to two degrees.
Cold air and asthma are not very good friends. Hence my thanks to God for having an inhaler.
I do feel badly for the woman that had her two very small children with her. I hope she only had to take them as far as the school one block further than I had to walk. I think there might also be a daycare right across the street from here.
Today's agenda involves working til 11:30am, going home for a quick bite of lunch, then off to appeal my parking tickets with the city of Milwaukee. I have no idea how that is going to go, how long it is going to take, or anything else. I have the address, but I really have no idea where it is. I generally have no clue where anything is. :) Yay iPhone.
I was just given an alphebetizing task from my boss. I am pretty excited. I love alphebetizing.
If you don't like something change it; if you can't change it, change the way you think about it. ~Mary Engelbreit
01 December 2010
The bandages are off...
And I'm healing.
I know y'all think I was crazy for being covered in bandaids for some paper cuts, but, seriously, these were deep.
And now, for something that seems pointless and random.
It's the little things in life.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. :)
See where this might be going?
I really like carrots. I especially love them with ranch dressing. (the fatty kind, yo.)
I like nail polish.
I like spider webs, especially when I can watch the spider.
I love books; I love reading. I LOVE the smell of books, fanning the pages.
I love thinking.
I love the feeling of ice cold water running down my throat.
Things that are shiny or sparkly make me smile.
I really enjoy the new Geico commercials.
Coupons make me giddy.
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia is one of my favorite words. Saying it, writing it, spelling it; it all makes me smile.
Irony amuses me.
I love to tear perforated paper. I love the paper with the strips on the sides you have to tear off.
I love the sound my gas stove makes when it lights.
I love the smell of cold, crisp air.
I like clean socks, especially right out of the dryer.
I like counterfeit detector pens.
I like magnets.
I love cheese. mmmmmmmmmmmmmm cheese.
I love pens.
I love bottle caps.
I love collecting pens and bottle caps.
I love the sound of scissors cutting through paper.
I love singing.
I love making people smile.
I really love making people laugh.
I like looking at reflections.
I like office supplies. I like going to office supply stores. I like playing with office supples.
I like being weird.
I love texture. All texture. Even textures and creep me out, I like.
I love the sensation of touch.
I love American Sign Language. If I knew any other signed languages, I'm sure I'd love them too.
I like yawning.
I like scarfs. Scarves? The plural of scarf.
I like taking the time to eat M&M's in a color order. (brown, red, yellow, orange, blue, green)
I like to count things.
I like to alphebatize things.
I like shoes. Lots of shoes.
I love a good cup of coffee or tea.
Sometimes I even like a bad cup of coffee.
I like to face money. I like to fix all the little folded corners on money.
I love quotes.
I like the word tissue.
I like editing.
I like semicolons; they're so underused. ;)
I also like the word asterisk. I love to hear it pronounced correctly.
I love fingerprints.
I like rubber bands.
I like 24 hour time clocks.
I like captions.
These are a few of my favorite things.
Any transition serious enough to alter your definition of self will require not just small adjustments in your way of living and thinking but a full-on metamorphosis.
Martha Beck
I know y'all think I was crazy for being covered in bandaids for some paper cuts, but, seriously, these were deep.
And now, for something that seems pointless and random.
It's the little things in life.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. :)
See where this might be going?
I really like carrots. I especially love them with ranch dressing. (the fatty kind, yo.)
I like nail polish.
I like spider webs, especially when I can watch the spider.
I love books; I love reading. I LOVE the smell of books, fanning the pages.
I love thinking.
I love the feeling of ice cold water running down my throat.
Things that are shiny or sparkly make me smile.
I really enjoy the new Geico commercials.
Coupons make me giddy.
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia is one of my favorite words. Saying it, writing it, spelling it; it all makes me smile.
Irony amuses me.
I love to tear perforated paper. I love the paper with the strips on the sides you have to tear off.
I love the sound my gas stove makes when it lights.
I love the smell of cold, crisp air.
I like clean socks, especially right out of the dryer.
I like counterfeit detector pens.
I like magnets.
I love cheese. mmmmmmmmmmmmmm cheese.
I love pens.
I love bottle caps.
I love collecting pens and bottle caps.
I love the sound of scissors cutting through paper.
I love singing.
I love making people smile.
I really love making people laugh.
I like looking at reflections.
I like office supplies. I like going to office supply stores. I like playing with office supples.
I like being weird.
I love texture. All texture. Even textures and creep me out, I like.
I love the sensation of touch.
I love American Sign Language. If I knew any other signed languages, I'm sure I'd love them too.
I like yawning.
I like scarfs. Scarves? The plural of scarf.
I like taking the time to eat M&M's in a color order. (brown, red, yellow, orange, blue, green)
I like to count things.
I like to alphebatize things.
I like shoes. Lots of shoes.
I love a good cup of coffee or tea.
Sometimes I even like a bad cup of coffee.
I like to face money. I like to fix all the little folded corners on money.
I love quotes.
I like the word tissue.
I like editing.
I like semicolons; they're so underused. ;)
I also like the word asterisk. I love to hear it pronounced correctly.
I love fingerprints.
I like rubber bands.
I like 24 hour time clocks.
I like captions.
These are a few of my favorite things.
Any transition serious enough to alter your definition of self will require not just small adjustments in your way of living and thinking but a full-on metamorphosis.
Martha Beck
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