October In The Chair

Why is it that almost every time I've travelled to NYC to see Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds in concert, I lost my job?

More later.

It's really amusing when they let the monkeys out to play. ;)
( ook ook! )

I've stayed home from work today, as the second head I was growing under my arm a few months back has decided to make its return. Only this time, I can't get my stupid bra on because of it. Doctor's appointment has been made for 1:30pm and I'm worried they're going to stick me with sharp things. I'm really not looking forward to this. :/

I'm also not looking forward to going into work tomorrow. I know my boss wants to have the "Tara, you're a bad employee" talk have a meeting with me and I know what it concerns. One of the other employees already had hers and she filled me in.

Apparently, we talk too much. Which I really don't see as I barely open my mouth at all these days. And it's apparently effecting my boss's work (we sit in a little tiny hallway of sorts) and it's causing me to not finish my work (which I am caught up on just about everything, so I don't see how this is possible).

I don't know. I like my boss, she's great. But, she can be incredibly moody. And I think we've caught her in another one of her bad moods. And they always suck.

I worry on a nigh constant basis about losing my job, financial circumstances in my household being what they are. I know I can easily call the recruiter who got me this job in the first place, he could line up a bunch of interviews. But, I don't want to have to go through that. Not to mention the time inbetween the being employed-not being employed-being employed again.

And I've been GOOD at work, goddamnit. I don't mess around on the internet anymore, unless I'm on my break (and that's allowed). I don't email with people very much, except for my mother when her office phone wasn't working and she needed me to make a bank transfer. And I get my fucking work done.

Yes I've used up most, if not all, of my sick days already. But, I can't help that. Especially when the building has such poor ventilation that I catch every single little bug that people INSIST on coming into work with. Thanks, fuckers.

I hate feeling nervous like this.
I think I'm going to go curl up with the weird pillow that Blue Moon Baby gave to me on Saturday until my appointment.

Feeling kind of mopey. I was reminded this evening of a long distant friend in Manhatten. And it makes me sad that we haven't spoken in such a time. I should probably try to call him, but the only time I can is when he's at work and I don't wish to get him in trouble. He's not a bling bling rockstar who can quit his day job.

Well, not yet at any rate.

It also puts my nose out of joint that I can only find one of his band's songs online. grr.

Today was probably one of the worst days I've had at work. I went through some crazy Illuminati ninja sekrit bullshit trying to get through to one of our investors' offices which two of my packages had been mistakenly sent to. Hopped up Allah on a pogo stick. I was on the phone for three plus hours trying to get this sorted and it's still not. I don't want to go through this tomorrow. I truly don't.

Damnit. I want the rest of my bottle of orange/tangerine/lime juice. But, it's upstairs in the Engineer's apartment.

*sigh*

Overheard just now: "God is so good, don't you just love Him? The high you get off Him. Ain't nothing like it."

I'm going to break my boot off in someone's ass today. I just know it. 9:43 in the morning and she's starting with her shit already. I can't deal with this. Not today.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not anti-religion. Anyone who knows me well, knows that I have a great deal of respect for religion and that I am a fairly religious person. I just have different opinions about what's right for /me./ Hence, all of my stories of Baron and the other lwa. Religion is one of my favourite things to discuss and debate and to pour over.

However, the WORKPLACE is not the place to fucking prostelitize (spelling?). I have no desire to hear some skewed version of the Bible while I'm trying to get my day's work done. This isn't a place to witness. This isn't the time to fucking evangelise.

Great.
She's fucking singing again.

*stomp stomp stomp*

I don't want to start trouble in this department. I don't want to be the person who complains about feeling uncomfortable or offended. I'm not the type of person who finds offense in the smallest mention of a mainstream religion like Christianity. But, I can't deal with this for much longer. I can't.

>:O

To quell my overwelming sense of disappointment last night, I went to the record store. Despite there not being any new Nick Cave cds waiting there for me.

Instead, I bought the newest Lamb cd which previously I had only found as an import and thusly, a metric fucktonne of money. The one I picked up is a limited edition, with a second disc that has a bunch of remixes and live stuff on it. And for CHEAPER then the other one, despite the fact that it has two cds and is limited edition.

I also bought a Nick Cave cd that I didn't previously own (yeah, believe it or not there's a couple of them out there). From Her To Eternity. Whee! The Engineer kept teasing me about how I was just determined to buy ANY Bad Seeds music at that point.

He got the apartment in my building, by the way. #13. Fucker. Signs the lease tonight and moves in on Saturday. Anybody want to help lug boxes? I'll buy beer. ;)

I'm sitting on pins this morning because there was a notice on our door yesterday when I got home from work that today, at eleven a.m. there was going to be the five year building inspection on the apartments. And that they'd need access to all the apartments. What if they tell me I can't have my little closet bedroom anymore? Or that we have too many cats? Or...or...or...

I keep thinking of frightening options. My mother hollered at me last night about it, saying that we'll worry about those things only if they happen. *sigh* I just don't have that sort of personality.

grr.

Oh, the Krispies started with their shit again this morning and I got riled up. This time, it was all about people who read tarot cards and such like. And how it's in the Bible that you shouldn't do this (it's not, especially as how TAROT CARDS DIDN'T EXIST BACK THEN). Fucking idiots. I am wisely keeping my mouth shut as I really do NOT need a confrontation at work.Especially a confrontation that revolves around religion.

Every time they start yapping, I turn my stereo up louder. I think I may bring in headphones tomorrow.

In a conversation between the Jeebus Crispies, I have counted the word "nice" 15 times.

In less then five minutes.

...

This may be a monkey in my pants kind of day, if this keeps up.

I have been turning over and examing very carefully a sentence that was said to me yesterday by one of my wacky Jesus Crispie co-workers.

I put God before everything else in my life. Everything.

Everything? Like, effing seriously?`

I mean, say a friend of yours has been in a bad car wreck. No wait. Say you FATHER was in a bad wreck and he's about to die in the hospital. And this is your chance to say goodbye. But, you have to go to church? What do you do?

Do you say "Sorry, Dad. I know you're about ready to croak and all, but me and Jeebus got's to get our hang on?"

I don't effing understand this, I really don't.

Eff that shit, yo.

Oh, and make me stop saying "effing". It's starting to get on my nerves.

lmost lost my labret stud in the car this morning as I was taking it out for work (yeah, that's right. I'm a corporate whore sellout). Actually, I DID lose it. The head of the stud, which is a custom made opal job, spun out of my fingers and flipped under the seat. I freaked out. One, because it's my goddamn labret and I'm very attached to it. Two, because I have no idea where my old labret stud is. And three, that little fucker cost me a boatload of money.

Luckily, I found it. After worming my arm completely under the seat with my ass sticking out of the open car door. Who knows what the people in the window office thought I was doing. They all think I'm crazy anyway.

In other news, I am once again defying the recommendation that this work place doesn't "encourage" visible tattoos. I'm wearing one of my favourite shirts, which had 3/4 sleeves. These show my left arm tattoos off quite nicely. It's also got a scoop neckline, which shows bits of all three of my chest tattoos.

Take that, fuckers. Put it in the rule book and I'll follow the code. Until then, I'm going to push it as far as I can. Gar! PUNK RAWK. *snorts*

There's a new Virgin of Guadelupe candle burning on my desk, as I exhausted the old one (and my Lady of Candelaria one, Wee Ninja!). I've also replaced the chocolate the chocolate on the Baron's mini-altar. This piece is wrapped in paper to look like the ace of spades. I find it fitting. I should also probably replace the cigarette that's on the altar, too. But, I'm not sure how many cigarettes I brought with me to work today. One of these days, I'll take photos of this little setup.

I got a bonus! I got a bonus! *dances*

Of course, it doesn't hold a candle to the Engineer's great big manly he-cock of a bonus check that he got last week. But, it's still a bonus check. And I wasn't expecting one.

hah!

Nothing good really tunes in on this radio. Though, currently it's AC/DC "Shook Me All Night".

I'm not quite how to feel about this. And I can't stop smirking. Maybe it's because this band reminds me of Ghoulie so much.

\m/

This makes me want to jump on my desk and start fucking shit up.
I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL!