ANDNOTHINGELSE

Exhaustion

  • M and I have this problem with wearing the similar-styled clothing, although when the bulk of the clothing that the both of you own are screenprinted tee-shirts and jeans, matching is unavoidable. He didn’t have to wear the blue and yellow though. The other person in the mailroom didn’t get the memo, so nobody had to say “awwwww, triplets!” instead of the “awwwwwwwww twins!” thing we got every time somebody saw us together. It didn’t even matter if I wore my jacket over the shirt, because my jacket was black like his shoes so that when standing together, we looked even more like a bad his-and-hers collection at the preteen section at Sears. It’s a little bit ridiculous when this is the third time something like this has occurred so the both of us were more “aw, fuck” than “cuuuuuute” like the first time.
  • I hate working in the mailroom. I’ve never hated my job more than when I was stuck working in the mailroom on end. I think my boss, who is otherwise very nice and fair to me when I’m working in the copy room, just hates everybody on the other side of the wall. Like maybe if I jumped to the other side for a second while she lectured, maybe it wouldn’t sound as harsh and eyeroll-inducing.
  • My ass hurts. My arms hurt. And I tripped over the boxes camping lying around the floor twice, both times in front of Asshole Cowoker who just smirked at me because he knows how much I hate working in the mailroom. Except its not much better working in the copy room when he just makes everything difficult. So I laughed it off like a pro. Plus, I’d laugh at myself if I saw somebody like me trying to keep her balance after tripping over the same box twice too. I looked pretty silly. Furthermore, my twin was right behind me tossing the mail, so it’s kind of like watching somebody’s reflection in the mirror and the reflection is a total clutz.
  • I’m working there now because: a) there was an issue with the mailroom being one person short at all time (the budget problem makes it so that no new employees can be hired), b) one of them has been out for about a month because she’s ancient, sick, and lives on a diet of bacon, cigarettes, and generic brand Code Red soda (not like it matters, since she just creates problems and slows everybody else down), c) somebody messed up and two people out of the remaining four went on vacation. Meaning that out of a full staff of six plus a student, only two remained for the whole week.
  • I probably have no right to complain, since I was only there twice out of the whole week, where the other two were on their own for the entirety of the time.
  • My supervisor doesn’t help much either. She panics when things look a little complicated and goes into her full out, supervisor-tron mode. Only she doesn’t exactly trust the three of us to do the work properly, when her method of doing work jut confuses the hell out of everybody. Plus, it’s incredibly frustrating when we’re trying to get our work done and she’s asking all sorts of irrelevant questions to “help” us. Uuuuuugh. She doesn’t do this when I’m on the other side of the wall, home in the copy room, no. In the copy room, she doesn’t get in our way and helps us when we’re having issues with the supplies, time constraints, or stuck up secretaries. And sadly, I think its because nobody but the employees of the copy room knows how to work the machines. However in the mailroom . . . the rest of the staff have screwed up so many times and have gotten in so many petty arguments (not the two that were with me) that my boss does need to treat them like children. It’s not her fault. I just don’t like being treated like a child when I’ve demonstrated numerous times that I can handle things both in the copy room and in the mailroom. I’m young and I dress like my 38-year-old coworker, but that shouldn’t be my downfall.
  • The worst thing? Things won’t pick up when the other employees get back. It will be back to the arguments over who-fucked-up-because-they-weren’t-paying-attention, finger pointing, and yelling. Point gun at the jugular. Pull the trigger. But hopefully by then, work picks up in the copy room so I can go back. Despite the fact that I enjoy the My Bloody Valentine coming from M’s speakers more than I enjoy the crappy elevator jazz on the other side of the wall, I would much rather listen to that for the remainder of my time at the DOJ than be forced to work in the mailroom for longer than I have to.
  • By the way, I’m so fucking out of it that I dated the picture above “August 14, 2008″ without even realizing it, but since it looks like a 9, I’m not going to bother changing it.
§1371 · August 14, 2009 · Artwork, Headaches, Uncategorized, Work · (No comments) ·

Dear Guild Wars,

Please do not throw in a love triangle between Koss, Melonni, and Tahlkora. Its really fricken’ weird and out of place. I’m trying to save the world again, you know, and I kind of need that concentration.

In other news, I’m back to playing with my spear-chucking beauty of a Paragon. I think I’ve retired the girls for now, as playing with Dimitrius is really fun. I think I’m going to be making a warrior or a necromancer next. Not too sure.

In other other (sort of) Guild Wars related news, I met a guy on a bus (who literally introduced himself as “Its Tu-yen (not sure how to spell his name :B) the guy from the bus” who invited me to be a ranger with him O: Only problem is waking up early and getting there by 8:30. Still though, it would be fun to be a real ranger instead of some lameass gaming one. Though lets face it, Neme looks fricken great. Karen’ll probably look hotter, armed with a bow and arrow. More dangerous, but . . . .

By the by, Cute Asian On The Bus (or CAOTB — his new name, as I have a penchant for acronyms) asked if I still had my job and I guess I should fill what readers I do have on my job status as well. I was saved by Attorney General Jerry Brown :D The email that was sent on Friday afternoon (just as we all left work, pissed off) stated that they were going to listen to the Governator only partially . . and keep the students as long as the Department needed us. Also, CAOTB mentioned that the Governor is reconsidering the executive order from last Thursday and instead is thinking of implementing a one cent tax. He was right, except for the “reconsider” part. I’m fairly certain that the 200,000 people who have had their paychecks slashed and the 10,133 people who were laid off are still making $2,67 a month (ignoring what State Controller John Chiang says) or are still laid off.

As for myself, I still think the governor is a dirty rotten bastard motherfucking dickface asshole cuntjob. Or through the less vulgar words of Palawa Joko (the Undead Lord of the Desolation), the governor is a worthless piece of animated flesh.

§640 · August 4, 2008 · Uncategorized, Work · (No comments) ·

What a day!

At 11:00 am today, what felt like the entire Department hovered around a computer or television and waited for the Governor to speak at the press conference that eventually led to my coworker’s paychecks being slashed to $6.55 an hour (about a dollar fifty less than minimum wage) and the student assistant’s jobs being well, terminated by the governator.

I can’t believe that fucker signed it :/

He apologized, but yeah, sure, whatever. I heard him sign it (since his stupid website barely worked) and the only thing that I was able to say was “FUCK”. Over and over. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. Its okay if I run my mouth, because what are they going to do, fire me? OH WAIT.

Whats cruel was that they made us wait. We all know Schwarzenegger just signed away our jobs. I wish they had just given us our pink slips and made us go. But they didn’t, and so we worked. And we had sushi :B And we bitched and swore and laughed. I actually had a really good time. Its bizarre when you are waiting around to be fired. What do you do when you know you’re fired but not officially fired? Do you work? Do you start stealing supplies?

So I continued my work. Until 4 when State Controller John Chiang showed up to give a speech on the paycuts. I couldn’t hear him, but I think he eloquently told Schwarzenegger to fuck off. Or at least I think he did. He’s one ballsy Asian man O:

The group of students I was standing with nominated John to speak for us after the conference to ask the controller about our jobs. Mr. Chiang said he honestly had no idea.

D:

I was particularly pissed off when we were trying to ask him what would happen to our jobs while supervisors asked him for autographs. Fuckers. (By the way, I just saw my coworkers on the news)

BUT! As I’m waiting for my bus and talking to one of my coworkers after work, two more come up and say that I’m not fired since they’re only going to listen to part of Schwarzenegger’s plan. I have no idea what the fuck is going on, but I was really looking forward to streaking my hair in blue. I’ve never been big into politics, but at least now I can say (and finally with justification) what a mess California is in.

§630 · July 31, 2008 · Uncategorized, Work · 3 comments ·

Well this is new.

Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger now plans to sign an executive order Thursday to reduce pay for about 200,000 state workers to the federal minimum wage and lay off 22,000 temporary workers and retired annuitants until the state has a budget, according to his office.

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What the hell do you do in that two-day wait period between now and your pending lay-off date? Sit and pray the Governor changes his mind? Drag out my resume? Not do any work? Start stealing equipment? Remove a small but vital part of the copy machine’s organs? Plan a sit in by the door when the CHP Officers round you up? Round up the rest of the students and have us all charge at the door with our stuff in tow?

Guys, this really sucks!

§616 · July 28, 2008 · Uncategorized, Work · 1 comment ·

Oh god, what now? Is this a trick?

So anybody who’s ever been near me knows that I try to peddle off my studies and my homework with sexual favors, pleading, everlasting adoration, and bribes all the time whenever a paper or exam rolls along. Usually the combination varies from person to person :B

I usually get “no”s, in case you’re wondering. Sometimes people try to play nice with it with a “but I’m not familiar with that subject” line, or some people come back with “no” (please? “No” Not even for sexual favors? Pause. “I’ll think about it”)

So as I’m going up to the counter to grab some work to do and am staring at which set of documents are due soonest, the hot attorney I was introduced to a few weeks ago strikes up a conversation with me.

Me: You wanna trade places for like . . two days? You could take my finals for me and I’ll do your work as an attorney :D Ita be great! You’re totally smart, and I could um, run your copies for you and pretend you’re doing it on your own.

Hot Attorney: Really? That sounds great! :D

o_____o; I stand there, mouth agape for a second.

Me: Really?
HA: Yeah!

I think he’s tricking me. But I really must think of responses to these replies. I didn’t actually bank on people saying “yes”. And I didn’t even have to get down to the sexual favors! :O

§541 · June 2, 2008 · Conversations, School, Uncategorized, Work · 3 comments ·

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