• 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.

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.

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.

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!

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

I can’t wait for their CD :D

Its been an incredibly long day today. I wound up asking a coworker for coffee (I’ve not really done that since I started going out with John, but our schedules suck and he’s there the days I’m not :B) despite the fact that half the building thinks John and I have broken up while the other half just thinks I’m cheating on him with whatever male coworker I happen to be alone with at the time. But its okay, since he’s a really cool guy.

By then, I wanted to jump out of my skin. I wanted to pace around and scream. I wanted to yell and cry, and I didn’t know why. It could have been that ridiculously stupid office luncheon I had to attend, or the noise that my other coworkers were making outside of the door. It could have been the fact that while my section was swamped with work and understaffed, that the rest of the building dumps off their work to gossip away while crowding up the halls for some free food (that quite frankly, sucked). It was the stupidity of it all and it only reminded me of how much I hate my job. Slaving away over a shitty copy machine while the rest of the place stuffs their fat faces. It could have been that one of them made some snarky remark at me that I didn’t take too well. It could have just been that I was having a shitty day.

But I did none of that, so I had my coffee and tried to be personable. :B

“You’re not one of those emo kids, are you?”
Shit! My cool exterior is blown!
-”Do I look like one?”

At least the Porcelain track that’s playing on my computer sounds great [:

So I come to work twice a week, Tuesdays and Fridays because of my school schedule. I work the minimum 16 hours a week.

Well about two weeks ago, we had a holiday on a Tuesday. Why my stupid ass department puts a fucking holiday on a Tuesday is beyond me. Well, other than the bit where the state is run by a fucktard. But anyway, moving along. I had to be out that Friday because I had to get my Thyroid poked and prodded; checked for cancers and such.

You think I wanted to miss work just to go to some superfun doctor’s office in Hollywood where they put me on a bed and tell me not to move for a half hour and make me listen to crappy music while four doctors hovered over me poking my neck around?

I came to work afterwards as well, for four hours.

So today my boss calls me in her office to tell me that I can’t be doing that because her boss (the fire-breathing shithead, FBS) told her that they would show me the door if I kept going under the minimum.

Right, because I do that all the time? Out of that one incident that I couldn’t get out of that I didn’t even want to be in, I get in trouble for apparently skipping all the damn time? I get threats to be fired over that one time I had to see the doctor and gave my boss notice of my absence weeks before the appointment?

Sure I could have scheduled the appointment so that I wouldn’t have to skip work. But then I would have had to skip school. And quite frankly, I plan on staying in school so that I don’t wind up being a logic-less, dim-witted tub of lard like FBS. So that I can take over her job, become her boss, and then show her the door by simply being the vile bitch that she is.

Lately, my boss has been getting on my case about every stupid thing that goes wrong. Aside from the obvious cases in which I admit that I’ve messed up on, here’s a list of all the other stupid little things that I’ve apparently also been doing that doesn’t sit right with my supervisors:

1. Listening to music on my mp3 player with my earbuds while I go on my mail runs.
Hokays, let me tell you about the attorneys, my coworkers, a few of the secretaries, and that one woman who was never without her iPod who do that. Of all the people, why is it me who is no longer allowed to listen to my music? I deliver my mail quickly (a job I’m not even allowed to do on my own, mind you) and I don’t bother anybody. I don’t sing out loud. I don’t have my music up so loud that I can’t hear when people ask me questions. I have a great pair of earbuds that don’t allow other people to hear what I’m listening to. My coworkers consistently go out with their music on and I’M the one whose apparently being unprofessional and what was that? Offensive? I only thought that listening to my music quietly with my earbuds on was allowed because everybody else was doing it including the people who have a problem with it.

2. Apparently I’m some sort of slut within the office
Hokays, 1: whether or not I’ve been sleeping with all handsomeish men in the building, its none of your damn business. 2. FYI: I’m only sleeping with one of the men, and I love him. 3. Is it really my fault that I’d rather not deal with women? We women suck. Especially the women we work with, because they tend to be lazy and gossipy. Hence, why I get in trouble for stupid speculation shit.

And is it really my fault that the whole world loves me?

Hokays, so on Thursday, I get back from my mail run. I’m normally supposed to go with one of my coworkers, but she’s kind of slow and she likes to take her time (the slowness has nothing to do with her taking her time), but she’s nice. We decided to split the floors so we both could get things done faster. It was a pretty good plan :B Plus, I just don’t like people helping me with my work. I don’t like the awkward standing-in-the-elevator conversations. I don’t like bumping arms. I don’t like finishing my half of the work faster and wanting to take some of the other person’s work so we could finish faster since that may seem rude. So anyway, I finish my portion fairly quickly and I stupidly told her the deal between me and my coworker when she asked if I finished my work.

Cus you know, its a pretty good deal. My coworker is familiar with what she has to do and knows where everything is, so she could take her time. I don’t, so I spend most of my time trying to figure out where everyone’s mailboxes are. Its faster, it doesn’t have any of that weird awkward silences and arm bumpings, and its actually a pretty brilliant idea. Only my supervisor gets mad for some reason, saying that it wasn’t supposed to happen that way. That if the wrong person saw, that she’d get in trouble, and blah, blah, blah. I’m not particularly sure why we’d get in trouble the way we did it before. She just kept shaking her head in a 3-chin-jiggle fashion while repeating “no” over and over.

I personally think its because she didn’t think of the idea herself.

She goes off on how she “knows what she’s doing” (does she really?), that she’ll get in trouble if the higher-ups saw me doing my work and not the way she wanted us to do it (oddly enough, they have seen. But they complained about the music instead?), and storms off all pissed and whatnot.

I try to tell her that its really just a matter of convenience, that its better for the all of us if we did our work the way we were doing it. And I told her that if thats the way things were, then fine, whatever, I’ll respect that. Instead, my boss goes off on her little tirade on how “things aren’t going to be nice to you” (wtf were we talking about to get that response?) and how I’m so naive for not seeing that we’d get in trouble, and blah. Sure, fine, whatever.

So she storms off next door to do God-Knows-What (probably to do nothing) when my other coworker comes in. He asks what’s wrong, and I told him that I may have gotten my coworker in trouble (the woman I’m supposed to do the mail with). He asks if its about the undelivered boxes we forgot to do, and so our conversation trails off to what could happen if those boxes weren’t delivered on time.

And then all of a sudden, like a fat black ninja who pops out of fucking nowhere, in pops my boss. She comes in, screams at me for “Gossiping” and “keeping secrets” with my coworker (you mean the one where we forgot to deliver those boxes? BIG FAT SECRETO! or how about the one where my coworkers flip her off when she leaves?). You know, if I cared about her stupid power trips enough, I would have been gossiping. If I gave a flying fuck, I would have been talking shit about her (I’m talking shit now because I’m upset). But I don’t really give a damn, so I was talking about something else. But not to her, since she’s apparently “heard” what I was talking about. Really? From the other side of the fucking room and with my mumbly sickish whisper voice? Does she have bionic hearing or what?

She flies off the handle (while all my coworkers are watching), and tells me to follow her to her office where she proceeds to make me feel like shit. I wanted to throw things. I wanted to yell, to scream, to tell her what a stupid moron she is. To turn my English Paper on Torture only applicable to her. That if she had actually listened, she knew I wasn’t talking about her. That if she had just asked, she would have gotten the right answer.

Accusing me of shit I’ve never said, assuming that she “heard” what I was talking about, embarrassing me in front of my coworkers

and they call me unprofessional? Come on, don’t be a douche.

It started off with Monday, with me having to return to Hell (CSULA, if you haven’t already guessed) to get through another ten weeks of torture and pain. Why I keep doing these things to myself, I’m not sure. After blowing sixty bucks and blowing another 100 on fingerprints and background checks on books and and requirements for the field study class (actually I haven’t done that last part yet. The departments are stupid and the timing is awkward), I think its safe to say that school already sucks and I’m poor once again. Goodbye summer, its been real.

Tuesday was my birthday :3 I had a really good one even though there were no drinks involved. John bought me a pair of Skullcandy Skullcrushers, and I’m in love (love love).

On Wednesday, I was a total wreck because I had to wake up early to go to school (you never miss the first two days of class if you want to keep your seat there) and couldn’t send Jennifer off to San Diego with my parents. So I had to wake her up super early (when I wake up, which is way too early for anybody to be awake) and say goodbye. It was sad :[

Thursday and Friday were a blur, since most of my time at work is basically one big unfortunate waste of time. Such that once you’ve been there after a certain amount of hours, everything begins to shift into one another into one giant sad blob of work.

The weather was getting cold, so the rest of the students came inside to eat. Have I mentioned how much I dislike the other student assistants? The lazy fucks who do absolutely nothing and then gloat about it? I can’t stand them :x. They talk about nothing important (not that I have worlds of important things to talk about, but at least mine are somewhat interesting topics), nothing of interest, “funny” parts in movies that should be and are embarrassments to the movie industry, and when they run out of boring shit to talk about, they repeat it. Or play cards (who does that?).

That, coupled with the fact that I don’t get along with people all too well because of this weird “I’m not particularly smarter than you are, but how fucking annoying can you get?” complex I have going for me, makes a pretty bored and annoyed Karen.

So here’s what I have to say to that:

Ignore the part where I threw a french fry at John. Or don’t, but replace John with them, and french fries with handfuls stuu-fuus and f2h (face to hand)s.

I’m gunna get Carpal Tunnel from opening all these envelopes @@