From Early Days and Present Times.

I am from Fraggle Rock,
From finger paints and pictures on the fridge.
I am from the tin house in the middle of the woods.
I am from carnations in the garden,
And from the dandelions in the front yard
Which always seemed more beautiful to me.

I am from lazy Christmas mornings and a love of words,
From Verna, Alphie, Michael, and Anita.
I am from the lies, the bickering, and the broken promises,
From "Clean your room" and "Eat it all or get no dessert".
I am from a religion I once believed in,
From statues of the Virgin Mary that always gave me nightmares.

I'm from Maine, Europe, and Canada,
From snow forts and ice castles.
I'm from a warm kitchen,
From canned soup, spicy chicken, and chocolate cake.
From the drunken, homeless father,
And the jobless, self-blaming mother.

I am from the footsteps
Washed away with changing tides
But that left a deep impression.

Tattos, Tweets, and Technical Dream Blogging.

I'm a Taurus. I am the bull. I am a warm, gentle, passionate and friendly person, though I may not always show it. I use force to achieve my purpose. I know what I want and I will persistently work to achieve this purpose.

The above image is my tattoo design, it will be on my inner left wrist.

I recently started using Twitter again. I had an account a little while back but I forgot all the information and I no longer use the email that I provided for the account, so I made a new one. It is seriously addicting.

If anyone would like to follow me, I always follow back, and I love to talk.
Link: http://twitter.com/SuperJangasm

I've been dream blogging for a few years now on a private blog not open to anyone but myself. I recently started posting dream blogs on my MySpace blog, and now I think I will start posting some here as well. Here are two dreams from the other night:


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I'm walking into a really large, classy looking bank. As I walk in someone puts a black cloth sack over my head and grabs me from the side. I'm screaming and kicked but I'm lifted off the ground and I am being carried into another room. I can hear the distant sounds of crying and yelling, and I hear one gunshot. The bag is removed from my head and I am thrown to the floor. I look around, confused and terrified, and see that there are 5 other people in the small office I was thrown in. There is an elderly couple sitting at the desk in the corner of the room, the man's face has dark purple blotches on it, and the woman's eyes are bright red from crying.

There is a young guy in the office, he seems to be about my age, he is in the corner closest to me, his knees are pulled to his chest and his head is down. There is a blond woman pacing the room, she is in a business suit, I assume she works at the bank we are being held in. The fifth person in the room is a little girl, about six or seven years old, she is the only person who seems completely calm, just sitting on the floor braiding her hair. No one seems to notice that I had just been thrown violently into the room, and I wasn't about to draw attention to myself by asking questions.

I sat and waited, for anything. Another gunshot echoed through the air, closer than the last. I was the only one who jumped, so I assumed that they had been there for a while. A man came into the room, he was wearing a black mask and a bullet proof vest, he was holding a gun. He spoke with a thick accent, Russian. He went around the room, asking a list of questions about a specific woman to each person in the room. No one knew. The old man who was once comforting his wife was now on his feet screaming and trying to beat the man who had trapped us here. The intruder hits him with the gun and drags him in the hallway. We hear another gunshot, and the old woman screams and drops to the floor, mourning her husband.

After a few hours, and a few more gunshots, another man comes in and informs us that the whole building is secure, and that there is no way in or out of the bank. He then tells us that we are free to walk around the bank but if he gets wind of anyone trying to pull anything, he will kills us where we stand. I quickly leave the room and walk down the nearest hallway. There are armed men every ten feet, there must be at least 100 of them in the whole building. Most of the doors I pass are closed, but I can hear people inside, crying or talking. The top windows are blacked out so no one can see inside, or out, but through the bottoms I can see feet, blood, bags, bodies...

I walk back towards the office I started in, and I notice the door next to it is open a crack. I look inside and see a woman lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood. I recognize her from somewhere, but I'm not sure where. I then notice that she looks like the woman that the men have been asking us about. Before I can mull the situation any further, a man comes up behind me and grabs me, leading me back into the hallway, which is now filled with terrified looking people. A large man in a nice suit is speaking, he is saying that we can leave. I can hear people crying with relief as we are lead through a door in the back of the bank. Everyone funnels out and runs towards their cars, going home. I just stand there staring at the building, I can hear gunshots from all around me, then... nothing.


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McDonalds is now a real restaurant, the crew people wait on tables and get tipped and all that fun stuff. The building I work in is three times the size as it is in real life, and very nice on the inside. I'm waiting on a table that one of our usual customers is seated at, she is a very old woman, easily in her 90's, and she is talking up a storm, asking me the same questions she asks every time she comes in. She gets up to leave, and hands me a $200 tip. I smile and tell her that it is too much, and she just smiles and winks, leaving me with the $200. I turn to see my ex-boyfriend coming in through the door, I haven't seen him in years, and had no idea he knew where I lived or worked. I ran up to him and hugged him, he hugged me back and we kissed, despite the fact that my boyfriend was standing there watching.

He asked me if we could talk, and I hesitantly said yes. I went on break, and we sat at a table with four other people he brought with him. Despite the fact that we sat there for half an hour, nothing was said. We just sat there staring at each other, conflicting emotions on our faces. Colby walked over to us and shook his hand, politely telling him that it was nice to finally meet him because he had heard a lot about him. My ex went along with it and shook his hand. Colby sat at a table nearby with some people we work with, looking over occasionally. After sitting there for almost an hour, I stood up and walked away. Everything in the large room seemed frozen in time. No one was moving, talking, or even blinking. I looked over at my ex, frozen in place still staring at the spot where I was just sitting.

A tear rolled down my cheek and Colby got up and grabbed my hand. We were the only two untouched by the strange time freeze. He put his arm around my shoulders and we walked back behind the counter, tears still streaming down my face.
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I enjoy dream blogging because my dreams are so vivid and... strange. When I'm able to remember them, it makes me feel good, knowing that even when I sleep my brain is being creative and wonderful.

Hope everyone is enjoying the ends of their holidays.

SuperJan =]

My Biggest Stressor.

Work has been unbearable since Christmas Eve. Every day, excluding Christmas since we were closed, has been extremely busy, and people have been less impatient and ruder than usual. It is really starting to get to me.

Matthew quit today, he wasn't really a friend of mine, to be honest he annoyed the piss out of me... but he was still good to have around. He was too friendly, to the point it was just unprofessional, and he never respected chain of command, but he was good with customers and it was nice to have someone there to take some work off of me. He quit because he was told to come in at 4:00 this morning to open. When he got to the store all the doors were locked, even though a manager is supposed to be there before 4:00 in the morning. He stayed there for 20 minutes, called 6 times and went to every entrance/window and knocked. Nothing. So he wrote a note and left it on the door, his 2 weeks notice. I talked to him when he came in later today, he isn't going to come back to work for those 2 weeks, he is just going to collect his check on Thursday and find a job elsewhere. I can't say I blame him for being angry, but for quitting? A little silly. He wasn't very tolerant of anything though, he even threatened to quit a few times when a manager put him in the grill... even though it was part of his job, and he was trained there. But whatever, I guess they will just hire another person to work with me. Fun!

A 17 year old girl that I work with got engaged to her boyfriend on Christmas day, she showed off the gaudy, fake looking ring to me when she came in today. She then gave Colby shit because we aren't married. We're 20 years old, why on earth would we want to get married? We have bills to pay, we have degrees to get in school, I mean there is so much crap that we both need to get straightened out before we even seriously consider thinking about marriage! Yes, we live together, and we love each other very much... but if we got married or engaged and something were to happen? Too much drama for a young person to have to deal with. Besides, I don't think Colby wants to marry me... I've asked about him jokingly but... I just don't think so.

So many random things on my mind, I can't even organize my own thoughts. This job is aging me rapidly, but money is money. Unless I can find something within walking distance of this apartment (which isn't great because we are planning to move really, really soon) and with better pay, I'm stuck.

Completely unrelated, I want to dye my hair again. I've always gone dark when I dye my hair... dark auburn, dark browns, blacks, etc. I kind of want to go lighter, the only problem is that I have black eyebrows, which just look weird against light hair. I kind of want some highlights too, or something crazy. I'm just tired of having ugly, boring hair. Of being ugly and boring in general. I want to stand out, I want to be someone... not just another average face. Average girl.

I don't have anything left to say... hope everyone is enjoying their holidays.

How To Dye Polka Dots/Leopard Prints in Hair.

So I'm dyeing polka dots into Nate's hair today and had no idea how. I looked online and found NOTHING. Until this little gem popped up so I thought I'd share it all with you. Very helpful. Link to original article: http://www.ehow.com/how_2222541_dye-hair-leopard-print.html

Using a stencil:
1. Step 1
Buy a commercially available stencil or make your own stencil.

2. Step 2
Create your own stencil by drawing irregular circles on a piece of cardboard or thin plastic (such as the lid for a margarine tub). Consult a picture of leopard print to copy the shape of the spots. Cut the shapes out with a sharp knife.

3. Step 3
Hold the stencil close against your head. Use a small brush to fill in the holes with hair dye or temporary hair art color. If using hair dye, let sit for the time indicated on the package. Then rinse out and condition.


Other Methods
4. Step 1
Dip the end a clean, dry celery stick in hair dye, and carefully use it to stamp all over your hair. Ask a friend for help to reach the back of your head.

5. Step 2
Buy leopard-print hair extensions for leopard-print hair in an instant without all the trouble.

6. Step 3
Visit a salon and ask your hairdresser to draw leopard spots on your hair freehand using a brush and hair dye. Rinse the dye out and condition.



So for any of you who are planning on doing this, I'm making stencils of a few different sizes and using an old blush brush to apply the dye. Hope it comes out!

Once again, original article: http://www.ehow.com/how_2222541_dye-hair-leopard-print.html
The site itself is pretty nifty, lots of cute little things... anyways.

Enjoying my day off, hope everyone else is having a good day!

Jan

All the guys went home this morning, after we had a great night just hanging out and watching TV together. Colby's alarm went off at 7:00, Tyler's went off at 7:03... and kept going off... and they didn't get up. Turns out they wanted to sleep in a little longer so I was the only one who woke up, haha. Colby and I slept in, but we got a call from the guys, they broke down in El Paso, IL... oopsies. But everything is good now I think. Oh, and Ryan left his glasses here!

I've been talking to my mom a little bit more lately, sending her pictures and asking her what she wants for Christmas. Unfortunately, I don't have enough to get her something nice since I'll be getting my next paycheck the day before Christmas. I'm thinking I'll just buy her a blank card and write her a letter, maybe buy her a nice, simple bracelet and put that inside. I do miss her, even though we were never super close. She's been emailing me a lot lately, telling me she cries whenever something reminds her of me... she burst into tears when she pulled out my Christmas stocking. I never know what to say to her...

Well, I guess that's all for now.
CSI is on, makes me happy.

J

Presents =]

So we were all supposed to go to Olive Garden today but it was hella packed so we went to Little Italy... not a great place to eat. Their wine was bad, their sodas were flat, and their lemonade was watery. The appetizers were amazing, we had garlic bread, calamari, cheese sticks, and salads, all was great. The main courses... were alright. My soup? Terrible. Like water and soggy cabbage. Ugh.

It ended up being Colby, his mom, youngest brother, his aunt, his three cousins, Kenny, and myself. We had fun though, always laughing.

Colby's mom brought us presents, which I did not expect. I got a really cute pair of slip-proof socks, some pretty smelling perfume, and a whole bunch of Hershey's kisses (see the picture). Colby got a whole winter care package... lotion, tissues, Vitamin C pills, all kinds of flu medication, some Burberry cologne... all kinds of goodies. We got an Applebee's gift card and Colby got $300 cash to help him with books for school.

Jade got some goodies too, a couple nice toys and a whole bunch of canned food, but she won't get any of it until Christmas! =]

It was a good night, I got a little dressy and it brought my self-esteem up... I've been feeling pretty crappy lately. Not sure why... maybe just hormonal and bloated?

I'm watching Criminal Minds now, amazing show.
The boys all leave tomorrow, it makes me sad, I'm really going to miss them... but we will all go up to Minnesota and stay at Justin's some day and it will be amazing!

Back to work Tuesday, maybe. I might have Tuesday off.
Not working Christmas... should be an easy week.

I'm happy right now. =]

J

Happy Tidings

So all my friends are still here, we even had some special guests come over and party with us last night. Nothing too crazy, just some fun times with friends. Ended up going to bed around 3:30 in the morning... woke up not too long ago (3:00 or so...), but now I'm being told I have to go out to eat with Colby's mom and aunt and some other family, I'm definitely not in the right state of mind. I've felt like crap for the last three days, and food is honestly the last thing on my mind.

Jade has been being lovable as always, only not with me. She's found a new love in Justin, I have tons of pictures, it is really cute. Her fleas are getting worse, despite the flea collar and expensive flea treatments Colby's mom gave us. Rebecca's cat is the reason she is getting so bad, and now it is just embarrassing to have people over. Little fleas on your arm every now and then, cats scratching themselves so much they have scabs and little patches where there is no fur. It makes me feel really terrible seeing my baby in pain but what can I do? We have no money to afford a flea bath, but we get paid on Thursday, and if Rebecca won't do anything about her cat, I'll just dip her as well.

Well, time to take a shower and watch some Spongebob.
I wish this headache would go away.

<3

Maybe

Maybe it is the fact that I'm listening to Breaking Benjamin, or maybe it is just that I'm in a random emotional mood... but I'm hurting. I'm thinking. Thinking about every serious past relationship I had. Brandon, Mark, and Matt. Everything that went wrong, everything bad that happened was my fault. I was a bitch, I was a liar, I was insecure, I was unfaithful, I was ungrateful, I was... terrible.

How can I even try to see myself happy in the future when every mistake I've ever made since I was 14 comes back to haunt me every time I hear a specific song, or look at a picture... everything I've done... it kills me to think about it.

Most recently... Matt. I planned my whole future around him, every last detail. I could see myself growing up with him, finishing college with him, having kids, and a house, visiting Germany... I wanted it more than anything in the world. I needed it. I don't understand... I don't fucking understand how i managed to throw it all away. I know HOW I did it but I can't bring myself to understand WHY.

He lost all respect for me... he knew it would happen. I've done it before, in other relationships. He doesn't want anything to do with me despite him saying we could be friends. I never wanted to break it off with him... but it was killing me. Life was killing me.

I suddenly don't want to write about this anymore.
I might not press the button, but it I do... whatever.

If you ever read this... know that I always loved you... everything I ever said to you, down to the last day... I meant it. I loved you... probably still do. I can't look at a picture of you, of us, of IT... without breaking down, without feeling a piece of me tear off. I still... I still beat myself over it. I wish it never happened, you never deserved it. You never deserved any of the shit I gave you.

I'm crying.
A terrible end to a good day.

I'm hurting so bad, and it is so hard to hide it.

Tree Decorating and Rush Hours.

Oh my, what a day. Colby and I went to Walmart last night... funny enough, we went there to get me socks, panties, and a black belt, but like always, whenever I go to Walmart I can never get jsut what I went there for. This is what we ended up leaving with:

1) A 6.5 foot white Christmas tree with build in lights
2) Two Blue/green garland wraps
3) One package of red ornaments, one package of gold ornaments
4) Two packages of candy canes
5) Two things of wrapping paper
6) Shampoo
7) A package of socks
8) Some panties for me
9) A belt

There may have been more, I honestly can't remember. So we came home and put up our tree immediately, decorated it and everything, and I think it came out really pretty, very humble and not over the top. We forgot to buy a star to put at the top so Colby made a shiny star out of paper and chrome tape, it actually doesn't look half bad, very classy, haha!

Eric, Colby, and I went to Burger King the other night, they actually got my order right! Their new garden salads are huge, but pretty crappy, just like their side salads. Nothing compared to McDonalds' salads... but maybe I'm biased. After BK Kaleb came over and all four of us just sat around playing our games until Kaleb and Eric went home... was not very eventful.

Today wasn't too bad, my first day back to work after having the weekend off. It was really busy though, everyone was stressed and edgy. There was a problem in the grill and everything got backed up pretty bad. We got a lot of complaints from customers who were waiting around for 10-20 minutes for their food. So everyone was pretty annoyed by the time the lunch rush ended. A lot of rude people out there.

I was supposed to have tomorrow off but I'm going in from 8-4 to cover for Emily, her son is pretty sick. I was looking forward to the day off, even one day back kicked my ass, but what can you do? Thursday is my last day, then I'm off for a week, since Tyler, Justin, and Ryan are coming down to visit. I'm crazy excited about that, but I have no idea where everyone is going to sleep, let alone what we're all going to do besides drink ourselves silly.

Watching the new CSI: Miami, it really isn't that great of an episode. I'm moving out of my three year CSI phase and into my Criminal Minds phase, it is a really good show. I like how it feels like you get to know all the characters. Penelope Garcia (Kirsten Vangsness) and Spencer Reid (Matthew Gray Gubler) are my favorites. I always wanted to be a profiler... maybe I still can someday.

Happy Holidays to everyone, be safe!

=]

I Almost Prefer Working?

It is Saturday morning.
I slept in until 1:40.
It is now 2:23 and I have been sitting on my couch in my pajamas watching Spongebob since I crawled out of bed. I would still be sleeping if Colby hadn't come in and jumped on me!

I'm very angry at the Sims right now. I got sooo far in one of my newest folders, just to have the game randomly close on me... again. It bothers me, to say the least.

Anyway, back to Spongebob, and maybe a shower. I need more friends to hang with.
I should clean too...

6 more days until the boys come to visit me! <3

Screw You, Bank of America!

So, work today sucked. First of all, they keep changing all my hours around. Usually I work 9-5, sometimes 6-2 once every other week or something. Lately, not only have they been cutting my hours down (making me come in later, or sending me home way too early to make labor), but they are making me come in around 10-11... which I don't mind, but I get there as there is a lunch rush or a big pocket of customers, o when things are already in full swing... I prefer getting there for the start of an actual shift, but I guess it doesn't matter...

Anyway.

My boss was on my ass all day long, when she is usually a sickening sugary sweet person. It was like everything I did, she had to criticize. This morning when I came into work, I was told that Brittany would be training Matthew and I on how to fully clean the McCafe machine (for those who don't know, that's the machine that makes lattes, cappuccinos, mochas, hot chocolate, etc.). During our training, Matthew had to keep stepping away to take care of customers on the front counter, leaving Brittany and I to wait. My boss came up to me shortly after training started while Brittany and I were waiting on Matthew, and she asked me what I was doing. I told her I was being trained on the machine, and she made a snide remark about how I was just standing around. I brushed the comment off and continued my training.

While the machine was cleaning itself, one of the managers asked me to wheel back one of the carts and refill all the condiments on the front line. So I went to the back to stock up and while I was back there, my boss stood between the back room and grill and asked loudly, "Hmm, where is Janise?" knowing I was standing right there. I rolled my eyes and told her I was told to stock front line, and she said in her sickeningly sarcastic way, "Weird, could have sworn you said you were being trained on McCafe, oh well!" and walked off. Once again, I shook off her comment and kept stocking. I was almost done when Colby came back to tell me the machine was done and Brittany needed to finish our training, so I left the cart and went up front. Once again, Matthew kept leaving to help customers, and Brittany were left to wait for him to continue. My boss came up and asked me, in that oh-so-lovely tone, "Aren't you supposed to be stocking?" I told her that I went to stock while the machine was cleaning itself, and now that the machine was done, I came back to finish my training. She sighed in an over dramatic fashion and said, "Okay, whatever!" and walked away.

Not to mention, she mentioned at least three times that my pants are too long and the bottoms of them are torn, and asked me when I was going to fix it... first of all, she never even mentioned to me that this was a problem, and secondly, did she have to mention it over and over? I mean I can't exactly go and hem my pants right there at work... and it isn't my fault. I'm chubby and short, even "petite" pants are too long for me. So I step on them and they tear. Yes, it doesn't look great, but I'm behind a counter for 95% of my day and NO ONE sees them. Except my boss, of course.

And this was my favorite. She asked me to pull out all the carts and trash cans at the counter and sweep behind them. So she went in the office and I pulled all three stations out and swept. Then I moved them back and swept up to the fry station. I swept ALL three stations at the counter. She came out and said, "I know you're not putting that broom away, I didn't see you sweep behind all the carts." I told her I did, and she called me a liar, telling me, "I was watching you on the camera, I didn't see you clean it. I swallowed my pride and annoyance and went and swept again, she watched me CLOSELY to make sure I did it. I got to the second station and she said, "Wow, its so clean you almost don't need to sweep!" Well, NO SHIT, I already did it once! Then she walked off.

I tried to avoid her for the rest of the day, it worked out alright. I had a really good day other than her though. It wasn't very busy, I kept my self busy though, cleaning and stocking and running around helping other people. My boss doesn't like me, which is weird because she loves Colby, and he got me the job. You know who she loves? Matthew. The only person there almost as annoying as she is. No one really likes him. I tried to befriend him, like I do with most, but... yeah, did not work out. Colby doesn't like me talking to him... but anyway.

SO, are you wondering why I hate Bank of America? Oh, and the Bank of Edwardsville? Well, today was payday! I went to Cobly's bank to cash my check like I have been doing every other Thursday for the last couple months, and the twenty-something year old girl told me I could not because I didn't have an account with them. I even showed her the receipts from previous check cashings... and she still ignored us and sent my shit through the little capsule thing. Whore.

But, the real issue is MY bank. Bank of America. I went to the smaller one today, since the big one is a lobby only and was closed. I went through the drive-thru. I have an account with them. I have $133 in my account, which is MORE than enough for them to cash my damn check and give me my money. In fact, the amount of money in my account isn't even an issue when cashing my check. The guy tells me, "It seems there aren't enough funds in your account, even though there are. It won't let me cash it. I can deposit it, but it will be a two day holding period."

REALLY? You kept my LAST check for 8 days before I got it! What gives? Seriously! I have cable/internet/phone bills to pay, utilities, and rent, why the fuck do I keep running into all these walls when it comes to cashing my checks? It doesn't make any sense to me.

Another question. Why do banks close so early on weekdays? I mean, the stereotypical job is even called the "nine to five" job... so why do most banks close their lobbys at 4:00? Or 5:00? Even drive-thru things close at 5-6:00... what gives? It honestly makes no sense to me. who are they targeting? Night shift workers? Its annoying as fuck, and it needs to change. But who am I to tell them they are nonsensical fuckers? No one.

I guess that's all. I'm watching Adult Swim... bored. Going to bed soon though, working early tomorrow, then I have this weekend off... Tyler, Justin, and Ryan are coming down on the 18th! Hell yeah! Tyler's ex just dumped him, again, so we are definitely going to go apartment hunting so he can move away from there for good.

Goodnight.

Dear McDonalds Customers.

Dear McDonalds Customers who go out of their way to make my job more miserable,
Just because you screw up your own order by looking at a PICTURE instead of the actual number of the meal, does not mean I'm just going to hand you a whole free meal, when it isn't the one you ordered. Please stop being so stupid.

For those of you who come in every damn day asking for FRESHLY MADE food... GO TO JACK IN THE BOX! Everyone knows that McDonalds food is pre-cooked, not prepared fresh to order. Please stop coming in during our rush hours with your big group of annoying friends who all demand extremely customized FRESH-everything meals. You cause us more stress than we need, and you just slow down everyone elses' days. Fresh fries I can understand, but seriously?

To the lady who came in and completely bitched out my manager, and Colby (who is a Crew Trainer) for telling a fellow crew member that he couldn't do something, which he COULDN'T do btw, mind your own fucking business. You said he was acting like he had "some sort of authority"? HE DOES! He has every right to tell the kid that he can't hand you fucking free food because YOU are an ignorant bitch who can't get her own order right. And saying that WE embarrassed YOU in front of the restaurant? You COMPLETELY halted everything when you demanded the attention of everyone and continued to bash both myself and my boyfriend for telling a fellow crew member what he could not do. You caused a completely unnecessary scene, and then you filled out a useless complaint form, because someone probably threw it out. You make me sick.

To the psychotic pervert who comes to my counter every day and hits on me... you think calling me "baby" and "mama" will make me fall for you? You're a pig... the first time I met you, you asked me my age and told me I look like I should be in high school, and now you hit on me with the same tired shit every time you come in. You are a disgusting pig.

You people don't understand how hard the food industry really is. The people we deal with, the strict rules we have to follow... I work 6 days a week, 8 hours a day, and deal with almost 200 people a day, and I have to put up with everything they throw at me and keep a smile on my face while they insult me on a professional and a personal level. I get paid $8.00 an hour to do more than most of you ignorant assholes will ever do in your lives. Just because I have to take your order with a smile does NOT give you the right to sexually harass me, to call me names when I make a mistake (OR YOU!), or to insult my co-workers (Yeah, I'm talking to you, you fucking asshole who called Colby "fatty fatty" today, I damn near leaped across the counter to throttle you).

Sigh... does it show that I had a bad day? Everything went wrong... at least tomorrow is a later shift, less hours... I might even get my paycheck a day early.

Please, don't look down on people just because they work in fast food... a job is a job, and who are you to judge? Times are tough and everyone needs the money. When did this negative stigma even start? That fast food workers are dumb and dirty and uneducated... most of the people I work with are either working their way through school... I don't work with any hardcore druggies or prostitutes... some young mothers, but at least they are working to take care of their kids.

We do more, and put up with more, than you could even imagine... unless you already know, in which case you should know that EVERY day is a bad day, and you should keep your mouths shut and leave us the hell alone. Ugh...

I hate people.
I really do.

There's nothing on television... that makes me sad.
I hate watching the same cartoon Christmas specials that have been on the last couple years.

On a totally/somewhat unrelated note, has anyone else noticed that ALL Burger Kind and Jack in the Box do is bash McDonalds? Sure, we don't serve breakfast all day but we shouldn't have to... BREAKFAST is BREAKFAST for a reason! We have larger menus with more options, and just because it is pre-cooked doesn't make it bad.

Let me tell you, every time I go to Jack in the Box, no matter where it is, if there are more than 2 cars in drive-thru, and more than ONE person in the lobby, it is a 30 minute wait, whether you got a milkshake, or a burger or two. Just because McDonalds gets 20 times more customers than the two of your stores combined, and we are the biggest franchise and own more land than any other corporation, doesn't mean you can bash us on everything.

You guys are jsut like Verizon, I swear. Have you seen the McDonalds commercials? They focus their money on making their products look good, and on making people smile... they don't need to bash other restaurants to make themselves look good. You guys should be ashamed of yourselves.

I guess that's all.
I made myself all hot and bothered over this.

Goodnight.

Deep Breathing.

It is hard to believe its been over a year since my previous post, things have changed so much this year... I don't even know where to start. I guess I could start by telling you I'm not longer living in Canada, or Maine for that matter. I moved to Illinois shortly after my first year of college to live with my friend, Colby, and work full time so that I could pay off my second semester and return to school... well, things happened, and I screwed up. I'm now living permanently in Illinois with Colby, and we are now together. After five months of putting out dozens and dozens of applications, I finally got a job... surprisingly enough, at the one place I did not apply to, mostly because I didn't want to. Colby and I are both working full time at McDonalds, he pulled some strings and got me the job shortly after he was promoted. The money and the hours suck, but at least I'm living again. For the longest time I felt so useless bumming money off of Colby just so I wouldn't have to starve or live on the streets. So basically I wake up, go to work, work my ass off and deal with incredibly rude people all day, come home and play the Sims 3 (the new expansion is awesome, by the way), and go to sleep... repeat.

So, that's a short summary of the last seven months. I've been working at McDonalds 5-6 days a week, trying to get full 8 hour shifts in, just to pay the bills and get caught up on rent. My landlady is nuts... she was "nice" enough to let me live here for free while I was jobless, but in November she threatened to throw me out if I didn't pay rent by the end of the month, and by that time I had a job, so it was completely possible and things were finally looking up. Then, she decided to inform us that she changed her mind, and was now going to charge me for October... which was reasonable, but annoying. So I paid. And then she decided that she wanted to charge me for September... which I was not okay with. Needless to say, I still owe her money, and I owe my roommate, Rebecca, money for utilities for November... but I get paid this Thursday, but like all the checks I've gotten so far, I won't get to spend any of it on myself.

After two years without, I finally got a phone! For those of you who are looking to buy a phone/service together, DO NOT go with Cricket. They suck. First, setting up the phone and all that was a pain in the ass, and I had to call multiple times just to get someone who spoke at least a decent amount of English. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for everyone getting jobs... but seriously? Frustrating. The phone was on "sale" for $40 down from $130... but I can't see why. The phone is a piece of shit, and it broke within 5 days. How? No idea. It was sitting in my coat pocket and I used it, 5 minutes later I go to use it again, and the screen UNDER the actual screen was completely cracked, shattered looking, no idea how that happened... it is annoying.

Hmm, what else? Oh! On the 18th a bunch of my WoW friends are coming to visit me! Tyler, Ryan, and Justin are all coming down together from Wisconsin and Minnesota to spend a few days at the apartment. Tyler is hopefully going to be moving in with Colby and I, we're going apartment hunting for a decent cheap place, away from our crazy landlady... we've had to deal with so much bullshit from her.

Well, I've got work at 10, so I'm going to get ready for bed, my head is killing me. Glad to be back.

Jan