Nothing but Song

Feeling :  giggly  Listening :  Saved by the Bell on The N  Reading :  The Mind Reader, Claudia and the Bad Joke, and Indian in the Cupboard

Yesterday was hectic. I had worked 8 days straight to get Wednesday/Thursday off, but that’s because we needed coverage at work on Tuesday. I’m used to having Tuesday/Wednesday off. Because I worked so early on Tuesday, I had a v. funny feeling they were gonna give me a taste of what our leads go through. And boy, did I!

I was also unofficially christened one of my supervisor’s adminstrative assistants. English is his second language, so when he sends emails, he writes the way he speaks, rofl. When he heard that English was my major, his eyes lit up and he said I have to interpret his emails. So all the emails he allowed me to read (in between calls and stuff), were hilarious to try and make it sound like readable English, bless him.

It was actually kinda fun to learn the crap our leads go through. I hope they don’t offer me the relief lead position that my supe was emailing our head cheese about. I mean, yeah, I’d be very good at it, because I take pride in my work, but I don’t want that responsibility. Or maybe I do and just don’t know it, haha.

My supe was also saying I could be a CEO someday. My work ethic is impeccable, so he says. I guess that’s true. Then I got to thinking, “Maybe I could.” Maybe that’s why I’m floundering where I am now. I like being in charge. I like taking control of things. I’m very ambitious in that sense. But when I’m hindered by anything because of my role as a corporate peon (rofl), I feel stilted. Like there are certain things I simply cannot do because I am only an agent. If I was a supe, or manager, I would do anything to please my guests. Period.

I dunno. It just made me think.

Then my supe also said something very sweet. He said that guys are afraid of smart and pretty girls, which he said I was. I blushed, because nobody has ever really told me that, you know. Girls have such low self-esteem that when compliments like that come out of the blue, it really boosts their ego.

Also, I tweeted that I got busted for being on the Internet. Turns out that head cheese called my supe, and I got called out on it. I was so ashamed because it makes everyone look bad when somebody does something they’re not supposed to do. It’s like the one time I space out on the internetz, during a lull in business, they walk by! Ugh. Luckily, I’m not working at that desk anymore, rofl. But I learned my lesson. You always have to be on your toes, ’cause you never know who’s watching.

On Wednesday, I was so ready to not do anything, even though I had a bunch of errands to do (which I didn’t even really finish). I had to drop off some packages to ship, went to the ATM, to the library (got some goodies at the used bookstore there, they’re in my Goodreads account), and then we spent almost 2.5 hours at Ross. I had only wanted to buy a few things, but I had taken my nieces along and since school starts next week for us, I agreed to buy them a few new things. It’s kinda funny; I went to the fitting room a ton of times, but towards the end, I didn’t like any of the shirts and pants I was trying on. The first few I tried on, I fell in love with and bought. Isn’t that weird?

I bought a new bra (that is uber comfy, my other ones are only marginally comfy, rofl, and would’ve bought more in the same style, but they didn’t have any in my size), 3 new tops, new Dickies, and leather boots (that C said remind her of Ryan Ross, which is why I fully bought them!). They got some really cute shirts between them too. I wanted more unmentionables, but alas, I did not have the cash. I’ll have to budget for them soon.

I checked the bookstore to see what books I needed for my classes, and thank GODDESS, most of them I can put on hold at the library. The rest I’m gonna have to shell out a pretty penny. One class has a book that’s $100+. I found it on Amazon for maybe $90.

I’m hungry, but I’m too lazy to see what’s downstairs that I can eat, haha.

But Back to the Future, Part II is on TV! Yay! BTTF and Indiana Jones made my childhood, pretty much.

?: “Favourite movie from your childhood?“

Feeling :  bouncy  Listening :  Girls Who Play Guitars - Maximo Park  Reading :  Just a Girl

How do I justify spending $75 on this necklace?

This is an ultra-hip avant-garde locket that has been crafted using an antiqued silver plated locket onto which was mounted an oxidized silver finding. A silver finish skull and crossbones finding was mounted on the face of the locket. It’s a fabulous look. Inside, the locket has been left empty for your own special treasures. The chain is silver plated tubular & ball linked chain that measured approximately 18 inches This is a great piece for the men as well as the ladies.

It’s soo beautiful. *weeps*

I found it on Watch-Cufflinks.com.

Damn me for being a broke college student!!

Woe is me.

I wonder if I should ask for it for my birthday? It’s coming up in almost a month.

It would be the crowning glory on my Goth Loli costume for Halloween, that much is sure.

Feeling :  hopeful  Listening :  Arctic Monkeys: Fluorescent Adolescent  Reading :  Something new, dunno yet

Ack, drama drama drama.

I’m still just a tiny bit unsettled from everything from the past week, but I’ve been making my peace with it slowly. Still have financial drama on the back burner, not mine this time, but it directly affects me.

Someday I know things will be good for me, or - in the very least - manageable. It’s the struggle that wears me down. It’s this uphill battle that I’m constantly fighting within and around and out of myself. I dunno if that makes sense. Lethargy takes over sometimes, or apathy, and the battle keeps raging on. I really dislike people who don’t have an ounce of drama in their lives. Things come easy to them. They know exactly what they’re doing with their lives, and it’s just easy.

I know that as a Catholic, I’m supposed to trust that everything that has happened and will happen in my life is just a part of His plan for me. I’m still waiting for that bolt of lightning to hit me though. The one that will light a fire for a passion that will sustain me for as long as possible. I would really like to know what I am meant to do with this life.

As such, when I get antsy from drama, I tend to want to buy things to distract myself. Sometimes I buy things for me, sometimes I buy things for other people. I guess it’s a bit weird to be admitting this. Not so much to you, but to me. As I’ve always said, writing is therapy for me. So when I go back and read entries even a day or two later, I go, “Did I really write that? Wow.”

I haven’t had a retail therapy session in awhile though. I’ve been shopping to survive, not surviving to shop lately. I deserve to splurge, even if I complain about how poor I am. Whatever I do, it’s because I can. People are so quick to judge other people, but it’s like, “why make my business your business? Move along now, please, nothing to see here.”

I bought something for my new niece the other day. I can’t say what (since they might read this), but I hope it arrives in time for my sister-in-law’s baby shower. I also bought a cloisonne money clip on eBay. I also got the Indiana Jones series on DVD. They’re on sale for $10 apiece at Target until Saturday. Then at Wal-Mart, I snagged “A Knights’ Tale,” “Dracula” (with Gary Oldman and Winona Ryder), and “Fools Rush In” for $5 apiece a couple of weeks ago.

I’m going to go to the library tomorrow alone. My youngest niece is in trouble for getting bad grades again. She knows that our weekly trips to the library is a privilege, not a right.

Growing up, getting good grades and helping out Mom and Dad were our responsibilities. If we didn’t bring home good grades, we didn’t get treats, such as a new toy, or things like that. Mine was a camera. I’ve been interested in photography ever since I was young. So you know what I did? I worked my ass off to keep my grades up, and what do you know? For Christmas, I got a camera!

So we’ve passed that ethic on to my nieces as well. All I want for my girls is to get good grades. If you don’t get good grades, you don’t get a treat. Period.

I told her that I was taking all of her books back to the library, whether she was finished with them or not. I’m very upset with her in that sense. I sometimes wonder how hard she really tries in school, because her grades don’t reflect her supposed “effort” at all.

*le sigh* I hate being mean though. But I hope this teaches her to work harder.

?: “What did you get for good grades growing up?”