Posts made by thebird

@Miss-Demeanor

Right? Not looking forward.. fun now because she doesn't have a say. Even if family is "concerned", because I won't dress her in pink things.
Found the cutest baby dinosaur slippers... Forget "standard" girl clothes.

@HorrorHound

Thanks! =D

A girl, btw

@HorrorHound

Gotta say, I'll be slightly glad when it's more than just a fish tank experience. I think I'd prefer the commands over a gremlin screaming in my ear at two in the morning for not making food fast enough. At least there's some kind of interaction, with commands? I don't know. I'll report back when the time comes >>

@HorrorHound

Yup, just the one =p

Thank goodness. I couldn't deal with twins... I have a new appreciation for parents in general. Especially those with multiple children.

@HorrorHound

How true that is...

...(also known as exhaustion) due to pregnancy illness and subsequent childbirth has brought me poking back around here.

Hey folks! What's the happityhap? Hope everyone's been doing well!

So much gossip and such to catch up on...

@Vorpal said in RL Anger:

Come over to Colorado, Admiral.
We've got cookies.

And pot.

But mostly cookies.
(and pot)

What about pot-cookies? I need to move...

Yes and no...

With the caveat of science, then no. I think things in the world/universe will all eventually be explained, just unlikely in our lifetime.

Without that, I do believe in paranormal things to an extent, if only because of personal experience.

The first and most chilling example to me -

When I was in elementary school, my parents and I lived in an old condo they were remodeling. I'd always had night terrors, but by then I had a recurring dream about falling off of the third floor balcony of the indoor stairs to the first floor. (bedrooms were all upstairs). In this dream, I'd fall, and I'd lie there, not moving, while people stepped over and through me. Couldn't talk, couldn't do anything. Just stuck there on the floor. I'd wake up just about every night, screaming and crying, as children tend to do. My parents always told me it was just a nightmare, and to make me feel better, I'd sleep with the bedroom door closed and an army of stuffed animals to "protect" me.

Years later, we've moved out, I'm in high school, my mom and I are talking about the old condo, and she lets slip - "Yeah, too bad we got it after that little girl died there. Always gave me the creeps at night."

Apparently, my parents kept from me for years the fact that a little girl had fallen off the balcony and snapped her neck on impact, died, and that's why the previous owners of the condo had moved out.

Granted, this was all waaaay after the fact that I heard about this. But my mother, as much of a bitch as she can be, was never one to scare me intentionally...if only because she didn't want to have to deal with upset-me.

A bunch of stuff happened like that when I was a kid. Seeing things that weren't there, especially at night. I'm sure there's an explanation for everything, but to this day I still believe in paranormal things to a degree, science or not.

I binge watched seasons 1 and 2 of Penny Dreadful, because everyone I know was all "WATCH IT NOW DAMNIT".

Gotta say, totally not living up to the hype. I'll watch the third, because I apparently like to torture myself, and I want to see what happens but...meh. I don't get it. >>

Think it's just too damn depressing for me these days, haha. Acting and costume design is pretty spot on though. Kudos there.

I'm pregnant and supposed to be on "light duty" (hahaduty) at work right now. They've been scheduling me 40hrs a week, for the last six weeks or so, when I'm actually part time. Which I agreed to during one of our busy weeks, as long as I could take a bunch of breaks...naturally they're taking advantage of it now...so no overtime, bo benefits, hours actually making me physically ill.

Finally get a doctor's note, after getting the run around from them and finally walking into the office like "look...". (Everyone there is so nice except the doctor...going to have to change practices...but that's another story..)

So I have this note, explaining I can only work 24hrs in a week (about three days, assuming they schedule me.eight hour days), and I can't lift over 25lbs, etc...

So naturally, they give me the job that involves the most mental stress, at 5am in the morning, two twelve hour shifts. For two weeks now.

Whaaaaat the fuck.

Just about done with like... Everything. But especially this job. Which makes me sad because up until now, I really liked our new management. I understand we're a little short handed, but that's not my problem. Hire some people =|

grumblerage

@ Game of Thrones ...

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@Arkandel
About to watch that episode now. Way too excited about it already, haha. That and the fact that I have the next three days off, so I can slack this evening without feeling guilty/bad/stressed =D

@silentsophia said in Retail "Horror" Stories:

1. Please do not snap your fingers, whistle and point in front of you like I am a dog. Thank you.

So much this, omg...

Also, as a mild aside - Fuck you, people who walk up to our pastry case and ask for a sub sandwich... "Half an italian on white, lettuce". First, that should not be you're opening statement when approaching another human being. Second, do you know where you are? Because I'm pretty sure you're a lost idiot. The Deli is another half-store-length to your left. Hard to miss the giant sign.

I work at a bakery in a fairly high end grocery store in town. There are so many horror stories. Many of which end with comments like, "Well I'll just go to WalMart", from the flustered customer. Like Walmart is going to have good cake... ...anyway.

One of my favorite horror stories was about two years ago around this time. Graduation season is nuts for our store cake decorators, since we're located just outside two of the largest subdivisions in town. This was one of our busiest yet. About 60 cake orders a day all weekend. One of our three decorators broke her foot, and a bunch of other stuff and was in the hospital (still joke she was the lucky one), so the remaining decorator and I were pretty flustered come Saturday.

Lady comes in to order her cake for Sunday. I explain that that's fine, but earliest we can do is about 2pm, just because we have so many orders. Lady gets all angry, citing how we have to take her order for whatever time she chooses, because that's the policy of our store. It's not. I explain that it's not, and that the policy is that we can't turn down an order, which I didn't, and that normally it wouldn't be an issue at all, bt we just have so many orders and I didn't want to promise anything we might not be able to do.

Lady calms a little, starts to tell me this order for her daughter's graduation - a complicated as hell three tiered fiasco made entirely of chocolate. Now, I'm dreading this already, she's taking up my time (about thirty mins by now) when I could have been finishing cake orders, so I'm getting a smidge short, but still polite.

And then this crazy woman pulls out this print out picture of what she wants....white frosted, brightly colored roses with some kind of Eiffel tower design on one side. I ask if she really wants everything chocolate, because then it would look brown and not white. To which she replies:

"Well you need to dye the chocolate. I want it these colors, but chocolate."

"White chocolate? We can't do white chocolate" I reply.

"No! Regular damn chocolate. Jesus." Is how this lady chooses to respond. Me, the calm and collected person I am (not) in these situations blurts out,

"I'm not a wizard. Neither am I Jesus."

Long story short, she asked for my manager, who was snickering at my response while packing out the bread for the day, and Lady eventually ended up leaving without a cake order being placed...
....while proclaiming that Wal-Mart would do her cake for her.

facepalms

High school reunions are fucking lame. Mostly because of the bitch who acted like it was still high school... We're almost 30, lady... Chill the hell out...

Totally realized why I don't keep in touch with people. Everyone I want to talk to in person are either out of the state or country, or I hang out with them every weekend.

People... Ugh.

Getting enough sleep, and apple juice.

If this went Mage, I'd be all over it. More than I originally would have, haha

Peter

I was pretty pleased with the movie as a whole. I've been a big X-Men fan for a while now though. Well.. The movies anyway. (Wasn't allowed comics as a kid, and can't get into them now that I'm older, for some reason)

Busiest cake-decorating time of the year at work. Or one of them anyway. Graduation. It makes me want to sob with horror and fear just thinking about it.

Today was by far the easiest year since I've been there (yay new management understands that more than one person is needed for 80 cake orders! =D)

But! Damnit if some lady didn't manage to piss me off anyway.

Made her cake. Literally one of the prettiest I've done in a long while. She comes in and makes disgusted faces at it/me. I ask her what's wrong, maybe it's and easy fix? To which she responds - It just doesn't look right. I spoke to your manager originally, can you just check with her and make sure it's what we discussed.

Which is fine really. Manager says she doesn't know what's wrong, it's gorgeous. Ends up scraping the icing off this cake, and redoing it per customer direct instructions. When the cake is done, it looks just like the one I did, just messy and not as good.. "oh that's perfect!" says the customer.

Fuck you, customer lady =/ thanks for wasting almost an hour of my already busy-as-fuck day, and destroying a gorgeous (subjective I know) cake in the process.

Also, the blue in my hair is fading way faster than it did the last time I had it done, and that's pissing me off too.

Grr.

@Lithium
I feel your pain! Haha. Someday I'll move to a desert...or the arctic >>