Not Happy
Blogger ate my post, so bear with me as I rewrite it. Argh.

Today's mood: Growing irritation
Today's song: "(I Can't) Imagine Me without You", Jaci Velasquez
Today's quiz:

Hyuga Hinata

If I were a "Naruto" character, I'd be Hinata!

Who would you be?
Take the Naruto personality test!!

Since I haven't been struck by anything in a deep thinking way,
I'm just going to randomly talk about today.

Today was an adventure. I was given the morning off to go to a town several towns over (about 2o minutes away) and go shopping. Got some clothes (including some for work, *weak* whee), and visited the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory.

Oh.
My.
Word.

The RMCF is so delightful. Normally, I'm not much of a chocolate person (I'm more a gummi sort myself), but the RMCF is soooo delightful. They make everything fresh in the store, which means none of that premade delivered junk. Upon sampling, I've decided RMCF is above Whitman's, on par with the Swiss Colony, and below Godiva. No duh there, though. Godiva is the chocolate company (expensive too, but well worth it). If you ever get a chance to try a Godiva, take it!

Brian, our area director (my bosses' boss' boss) came in for a Quality Circle meeting today. Long story short, they are meetings where he talks directly to us servers without the managers involved. Everyone seems pretty happy, and I learned that:
1. Everyone likes Debbie (and here I was afraid I was going to have to defend her)
B. Shannon's depature and the new Chili's store opening are both imminent and very very real
and Delta. our fourth manager never made it as a manager. "Fired" before hired. -_-; My poor little store. It's cursed with the short staffédness.

Misgivings
The only part that really bothered me today was waking up early. Yeah, I know that sounds weird, but hear me out for a minute.

Today, I woke up at 6:3oam; normally, I don't wake up till 9. *dodges all the pointy sharp objects thrown her way* I remember sitting up in bed and staring bleary eyed at the wall opposite me. My heart felt heavy for some reason. I tried to think what could possibly be wrong, but didn't reach an answer, so I tried to go back to sleep. No luck. I laid awake for 2 and 1/2 hours; the only difference was now my bewildred gaze was shifted to the ceiling.

I know that sounds either trivial or really really strange, but the reason I mention is that I'm one of those type of people (and come on, you've got to know someone like this) who, whenever something like this happens, something has happened. (For example: when my uncle was diagnosed with cancer. I still remember waking up one morning and suddenly feeling sick at heart, thinking, "He's gone." Sure enough, later that day right before one of my college classes, I got an email that said he had passed away early that morning.)

*shivers* I'm not saying someone died. Heaven forbid. I'm just wondering what could have happened. (Ok, now that I've successfully and properly freaked you out and alienated myself...sorry. ^^)

Dream
Nothing major. I had an orange and white guinea pig that didn't like me and kept trying to get out of its cage. No matter how many times I put cardboard in to block it, I knew it'd chew its way out.

Kweh? Freud would have had a field day with me. :D

Today's mood: Apprehensive
Today's song: "Written on my Heart", plusOne
Today's quiz:

You're Kagome, good for you! You have to be the
nicest, most caring person in all of Feudal
Japan. You aren't afraid to help out your
friends, whom you care about deeply. You're
resourceful, determined, kind, and you make a
mean cup of Ramen.


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Well AUGH...um...I mean?...KYAAAAAAA! I get a main character again! That does it--they're stalking me in anime Japan, I know they are. (And I replaced the image--the original one wasn't showing up.)

Two of my favorite questions and answers on this quiz (and no, they really weren't my answers) are:
You drive for a while until a homeless guy trys to wash your windows. You...
-*hit boom crack* What homeless guy?

I'm having trouble with a relationship. Got any words of wisdom?
-"Rule one: let the woman calm down first. Rule two: Just because it's true it doesn't mean you should say it."

*shifty look* Just because I take quizzes, and read the manga, and desire to see the anime does not mean I'm a fan.
*more shifty look* Ah...
*looks to DVD player* EEE! I wants my Trigun! *runs off*

Quote of the Something-or-Other
"We're trusting our national defense to a guy named Boom-Boom?!"

Breaking my "off for the weekend" blogging
for this important announcement. I command thee to run to Count Your Sheep.
And for everyone who was brought here by Adis!' link, welcome, play around and enjoy the links. ^_^ (Just a warning on "8-Bit Theatre" if you haven't seen it yet--pretty major profanity he slipped in for the most recent installment.)

Today's mood: Nervous but happy
Today's song: "Love Me Good", Michael W. Smith
Today's Webcomic: Catharsis

Smile and enjoy today unless it's evening for you, in which case (and here I quote the talented Adis), "Go to bed!"

Today's mood: Tired but elated
Today's song: "Existence", Kevin Max
Today's Webcomic: AntiHero for Hire
Today's Quiz:

You should wield a Bow and Arrow!

Find out Which
weapon from Inu Yasha should you wield.

Speaking of InuYasha,
I finally sat down and read some last night. While I don't have any overly gushing response to it, it was very entertaining. If not for the lack of color, it'd almost be like watching the animation, the way everything flowed so smoothly. I'm guessing that's why the manga artist is so popular.

There were two different stories, with two different demons. And violence. Nothing too gratuituos, but the second half was a bit gruesome. And there was humor. And I'm guessing Shaun and Flora had already tried to explain the "sit, boy" thing half a year ago, but either they didn't or I wasn't really listening. And and and...

Heh. Let the English Majors strike me down. ^_~

Anyways, "InuYasha" has grown on me for reading. As for keeping, I'm not quite there yet, but we'll see. (I blame Jamal. He's corrupting me. Again. ^^)

Last Night
I had my evaluation. I scored extremely high in everything that mattered to me, and relatively high in everything else. Shannon threw in a raise for both my ToGo and Expo shifts, so I'm all happy and stuff.
Danita's grabbed my Tues. morning shift, which is good--I can sleep in a bit, then go to the Circle meeting with the Area Director. And Danita's also debating about taking my shift tonight. On the one hand, that'd be awesome; I'd get a break from my doubles, and she could make money. On the other hand, I need my money too, and I'm so weird about giving my baby (Friday night ToGo regulars) over to someone else when I'm always supposed to be there.
Yes. I am weird.

One last thing
Had the weirdest dream last night. A group of people and I were in this large wooden room shaped like a church's sanctuary (high, peaked ceiling, etc). For some reason, I was on trial, and yet I was in the back of the room. People (and there weren't many on the left side, just mostly on the right) kept accusing me of being a bad person for reading certain things or playing certain games. I kept saying that, since I didn't believe in them, what did it matter? This guy next to me had this big animal puppet on his lap and started to play a familiar tune on the piano in front of him.

I remembered shouting about Shel Silverstein in my defense (?!?), and the people got up for a break. While we were all gone, the guy (Shel?), whose tune the puppeteer had played and who was now being accused, walked to the middle back of the room, trying to fix something. Some huge thing falls on him and he gets flattened into a square.

We come back, and gasp. I'm Lisa Simpson and at the front of the room now. I'm trying to defend Shel when Krusty the Satanic Clown poofs into being, and rouses the crowd into believing Shel is evil. I was so confused I woke up. An hour before I'm supposed to be up. *growls darkly*

Still rainy. Have an "almost-end-of-March" day.

Today's mood: Pleased
Today's song: "Unspoken", Jaci Velasquez
Today's Webcomic: WTF Comics *points to shiny new links dotting her page*
Today's Quiz:

You are most like Hamtaro!

Find out Which
Ham Ham you are.

I swear, I wasn't trying for this answer. This seems to happen a lot with the anime quizzes I take. At least it's comforting to know that the Japanese base their main characters on quirkies like me. ^^;
Wait...Oo...does that mean I'll be expected to save the world soon? With some shiny random object that only activates for me (as long as I have the right words and the background CGI to back it up)?
Nooooooo...I haven't thought about this a lot. Why do you ask? :p

I'm getting too many online comic links. Takes me a good 2o minutes to read them, longer if it's a Friday when everyone updates. I'm debating pruning some out--"College Roomies from Hell" might be the first to go. Then again, I'll probably just replace it with two more even if I did get rid of it. ^^;

Today's pretty rainy looking again, which just makes me want to go right back to sleep. As long as it isn't muggy again, it'll be ok. *yawns* Don't have much else to say, except that having power over the hymn projector last night was fun. ^_^ I could make some off-base joke about controlling others' worship, but that does not seem appropriate.

Have a different kind of day today.

You are Hyzenthlay!

Find out Which
Watership Down Character you are.

Watership Down is one of my more favorite novels. The animated movie really stunk, in my personal opinion, but the novel and all 4oo pages of it was good reading.
Hyzenthlay ("Fur Shining like Dew") was one of the rebel leaders in Efrafa when Thlayla/Bigwig came to rescue her and others from General Woundwort. Ooo, all this talking--I need to read that book again now. ^_^

Today's mood: Full, sleepy
Today's song: "My Place in this World", Michael W. Smith
Today's Webcomic: Adventurers!

Quizness

You are the Weaving Maiden!

Find out Which
Chinese Maiden you are.

I am going to try really hard to only have one quiz result up each day. You have no idea how much I want to take these new ones all at once.
I wait, because I don't want to drive you crazy. ^_~

Today's mood: Elated, yet deep in thought
Today's song: "This is Your Time" (written in response to Columbine)
Today's recommended Webcomic: "Gene Catlow: The Demmon Storyline" which begins here and continues through every Saturday. If you want to read the Demmon line only, then add 7 to the last two digit number in the address link. It should be noted that the line starts in Dec. 2003, and the address reads /d/yearmonthday.html, so make adjustments as necessary. Not too complicated, eh? ^_~

Out of the mouth of babes
For a long time they looked at the river beneath them, saying nothing, and the river said nothing too, for it felt very quiet and peaceful on this summer afternoon.
"Tigger is all right really," said Piglet lazily.
"Of course he is," said Christopher Robin.
"Everybody is really," said Pooh. "That's what I think," said Pooh. "But I don't suppose I'm right," he said.
"Of course you are," said Christopher Robin.
(~A. A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner)

Ginny Blurb time
I really hope you see a theme running through all of today's stuff. I heard some rather shocking news last night and I just had to write, so this little inspiration goes out to Shaun, but more importantly, to his friend Shay.

Let's cut to the chase: last night, Shaun told me Shay was beaten terribly. Turns out it was a hate crime--Shay was attacked for being gay.

I remember the chat window going really quiet at that point (and trust me, you can tell). I felt a burst of anger unlike anything I've felt in a long time: such ignorant violence is only supposed to exist in movies, television shows, and novels. But then I remember Columbine and 9-11. And I know it's real and it's out there, and there's more of it going on than the media will broadcast about, and it's not going away any time soon.

I (rather pettily, I might add) remarked that, although I didn't approve of homosexuality, I feel no love toward people who think beating on others like Shay will solve situations. And the Lord reminded me through Shaun that it doesn't matter what people are or what they have done: He loves them all the same and He asks us to mirror His actions and show love. Showing love doesn't necessarily mean accepting everything someone says as true; it means supporting them through anything, letting them know we care about them.

So, I love Shay and want him to know that I support him, just as I love and support every one of you who reads this blog. You're prayed about, thought about, and cared about. And even if this ignorant and imperfect world is finally destroyed in its thirst for hate, I will still thank God for giving me people to teach me tolerance and ask only that they would love and tolerate me back (Heaven knows y'all need divine patience to put up with me sometimes, ^_~).

I refuse give up my beliefs--they are my core and my definition of who I am. I will not take away the free will God bestowed on all--it is not my place to control others. I will voice my opinion, but I refuse to beat anyone for not accepting it. I may be different from you, but that is the way God made us.

...gosh. I really can't think of any proper way to end this...

Love ya. Mean it. Live and let live.

Today's mood: Slightly impatient
Today's song: "I Need You"
Today's recommended Webcomic: "Alien Dice"

Small as a peanut,
Big as a giant,
We're all the same size
When we turn off the light.

Rich as a sultan,
Poor as a mite,
We're all worth the same
When we turn out the light.

Red, black, or orange.
Yellow or white,
We all look the same
When we turn out the light.

So maybe the way
To make everything right
Is for God to just reach out
And turn off the light!
~Shel Silverstein, No Difference

Random Thoughtness
Ginny: Beh, English.
Ginny: They're just manipulating people into thinking one way about literature.

You know...
...I actually started this post out to write about other stuff, but all this popped up first. And now I can't even remember what I originally meant to write about...
...
...
Oh! Wait! now I do!
I lost three-four inches of hair today. On purpose. *snip* The hair stylist said it was so pretty that she almost couldn't cut it, but I asked her to, anyway. I think it looks wonderful and I should have gotten it cut sooner. Mom's not a big fan of it, but I love it. Seriously. If I can get a picture up here, I will--don't hold your breath, though. Heh.

Makes Perfect Nonsense
I had one of the weirdest dreams last night, and I have a slight idea where it might have come from. And if it doesn't make any sense, don't blame me. Well, you could but that wouldn't be nice.

I'm enrolled in this military school, and just got back from class (the dream started before that--there was (for me) the classic "haven't been to school in several weeks so you don't have any homework done and you were late to class too, to top it off" dream, but thankfully, that part changed). I'm in my dorm room, then I leave again to take my two brothers to the cafeteria/gift store, and my little brother gets this one set of figurines (a cross between the M&Ms and Pokémon) with a shiny disk thingy on it. Back at my dorm room, I put all the new figurines into these small cups that obviously can't hold them.

I'm walking across the dirt field to class again, and I can hear the teacher already teaching, like some sort of voiceover: "sure, you can avoid the ones in the ground, but what if they fell from the sky?"

I look down in a panic to see the ground section itself apart, and rocket launchers appear. I then look up and see bombs falling from above. I start scrambling across the field, and make it safely to the other side.

Turns out I evacuated to the wrong side. I'm ordered to go back across the field to the ladder against the other wall and climb to safety. All around me, the other soldiers and civilians are doing the same. It's one massive battle, and not everyone makes it to the other side.

I'm at the halfway point when one of my classmates (who's a M&M Pokémon figurine now) calls to me. Distracted, I don't see the bomb heading for us and we get picked up by the water tornados (I said this wasn't going to make sense!). Shannon (my GM, remember him?) is calling out orders and everyone's fighting to get back to the ground. I'm a water serpent now (maybe a Gyarados, not sure), so I don't have too much trouble flying halfway back down, with my M&M Pokémon buddy clinging. The tornado blows us back up to the top, though, and Shannon feeds everyone these tiny shiny spheres (like those they use for cookie decorations), giving me a good handful.

You know how a Gyarados roars? Well, if not, it's not so much a roar so much as a screaming roar. Or a roaring scream. Whichever it was, I was doing that as I tore past all the tornados (and I'm hoping that I didn't actually roar-scream for real--that'd probably freak out my parents), and made it to the ladder, where I turned back to my normal self, as did my M&M Pokémon figurine companion. Shannon was pleasantly shocked to see that. Our general, my old high school principal, congratulated us on surviving, then told us to check on our teacher. Something about him being sorely wounded. M&M-Pokémon-figurine-dude-who's-now-a-human-again panics (because I'm guessing this guy is both our teacher and our platoon leader) and wonders if he's ok. I tell him that Sparky (Sparky?!) is fine--nothing can keep him down.

Then I wake up. Man, the best part was flying past all those tornados. ^_^

OK, so I lied
Well, not about the Symphony. That was awesome. Gorgeous. Beyond words. I am seriously going to remember all that till my dying day. (I told that to Mom too while I was saying thank you, and I'm pretty sure that counts as a compliment towards her, so I'm hoping that'll do the same for the people that performed Elijah. (There's a special word for what kind of symphony that was, but it's Italian, I'm not, and I'm tired. So I'll look it up later.)

Hey, I've been rather prolific on this site these past days, so it can happen.

OK, what I was (unknowingly) fibbing about was feeling better. Ran out of tissue during the first half of the symphony, and hid behind my program the second. I'm guessing allergies--I have all the classic symptons. I really want nothing more than to go to bed, and I'm going in a minute here--honest! I just wish I had more time to recover--going right back into all my doubles again on Monday. Argh. There's just not enough time in the world...

On the plus side, Mom told me a new Home Depot is being built not too far from home. She suggested I wait till it's ready, then go work there--I'd still get about the same payrate I'm working at now, plus it'd be full time. Dad's also working with a loan company to get my car payments smaller.
On the not so plus side, 6 month evaluations are coming up and I'm still not sure which manager I'm getting, but I know I've been slipping. Veteran bitterness. :p Eh.

OK, tired. Going now. *poof*

On the Mend
And it's about time, too. I've been fighting with being sick since Weds. (I'm an impatient person and I get bored of the same thing over and over again, mind you. ADD? Naw, it's just--
--oooo, shiny!!!
Ah...ahem.)

Work sent me home early last night. No biggie--it really wasn't all that busy. Shannon walked in for the night shift, took one look at me, and said:
"Hey Ginny, how are ya--(insert double take here)--you look like crap!"
"Geez, thanks." Nothing more reassuring than a comment that isn't. /sarcasm.

I finally fell asleep after 1am. Awake and sleep every hour on the hour. Finally, about 9ish this morning, I did something I haven't done in a long time--sat through Sat. morning cartoons. Ah the simple (and oh so commercialized) joys of childhood. Heh. ^^

The commercials pretty much fried my brain right around 11am, and that's about the time I got an email from EarthLink promising to correct the billing error they made (billing me for a service I am not using). It was a lot easier to sleep after that.

So here I am, awake and, after some horrible, nasty, a plague on the miserable demon passing himself off as a loving human who created the now being described medicine, looking a lot better than I was. Comparing the five "You look awful" comments from yesterday to having no comments like that at all today, yeah, I'd say I'm doing better. ^^ Still stuffy, Oo, but better.

And just in time to get cultured tonight, too. It's off to the Myerson (sp?!) Symphony tonight--I haven't been since I was little little little and I'm hoping my love for classical music'll still hold.

*sneezes* Wonder if I can squeeze in just 2o more minutes of sleeping. Wonder if I can blame being sick on all those frappin' doubles they've had me working.

Eh heh.

And never never try to door-to-door sell Ginny kitchen knives. I do believe I scared someone off yesterday. *evil grin* Too awesome.
Well, but the guy wouldn't leave! So when he was trying to use the knives as his last resort selling point, I let my eyes get reeeeeeal huge and squealed, "Ooo, shiny AND pointy!"
I don't think I've ever seen someone scramble away so fast before. ^_^

I'm improving on my "getting rid of salespeople" tactics. After that little problem with EarthLink (even if it is getting resolved), I just know I can't be nice to everyone--I have to say "no". Even if saying "no" means acting crazy.
Random Voice: Who says you're "acting"?
Quiet, you.

Right. Sleep. ^_^

And a very happy early 18th to Sara. And a really belated one for Desbreko. And for anyone else I've missed (and I know I have), love ya, mean it, and happy unbirthday.

ACK!
It's eleven-frickin'-thirty, I'm sick, I should be sleeping, and I'm still up! Why why why?!?!
In other news, I finally finished the entire archive of PVP.
And um...the first and third sentences have nothing in common.
*shifty glance*
Uuuuuumm....ah....er...
(well crudmuffins!)
Look! New link! *points to it and runs off while you aren't looking*

This one's for Sara
you Mac user, you. ^_~

And another one
but really, Macs aren't all that bad...um...are they?

Thought
I think that the greatest blessing, and the worst curse, is to live in a country where we can be blissfully unaware of other countries suffering from war. To be able to complain about the guy who cut you off and made you miss a green light, instead of being thankful to just be alive and not worry about starvation or bombs from above or a goverment that'll yank you out of your house for looking at a picture of the leader wrong. To complain about how boring tomorrow is going to be versus being scared at wondering if there will be a tomorrow at all.

Bible enthusiasts say America's getting as bad as Sodom and Gomorrah were, and those two cities (and only cities, mind you, not entire countries) ended rather messily. I would rather have already gone on to the afterlife than live through the Second Coming. *shrug* That's just my thought.

And normal stuff
Yup. Definitely sick. Again. It's too soon to be sick again. Think I have what I had last time, because I spent last night sleeping half the time and coughing the other half. That isn't what makes me mad, though.
What makes me mad is that all the coughing broke up all the dreams I was having. Like the last one--it was about...
about...
...
...see? Gone! I bet I was having some other interesting dreams and I can't even remember them. Not fair, I tell ya.
I would so love to invent a device that would let a person record their dreams. Lots of people have always wanted to do that. There's two reasons why that's probably not a good idea.

Number One Dreamsense. A term I made up, though I'm sure other people have thought of this word as well. ^_^ Great minds and all that. Anyways, some parts of dreams only make sense with dreamsense: knowing what's going on even if there is no other feasible explanation. So watching a dream without dreamsense will make it very confusing. I'm sure the dreamsense would kick in subconsciously for the person watching their own dream, but not for someone else watching the same dream. Because if other people's dreamsenses kicked in for someone else's dream, then psychologists/psychiatrics/whatever they are would be out of jobs. Dream interpretation is a big part, ha!

And Letter B OK, so let's say that the dreamsense does kick in for everyone and all psysches (psychos, hee hee) do lose their jobs. Greatest invention for mankind ever, right? But one thing is always guaranteed to happen to Greatest Inventions for mankind ever--someone's got to twist it -Darth Vader voice- to the Dark Side. -/Darth Vader voice-

(*cough, hack* Ugh, sorry, sick and all.)

But it always happens. The Internet was supposed to be this great invention to connect people to information instantly. And that's why little Johnny can accidentally stumble across Ms December in the buff while trying to research on cheese--because someone corrupted the great invention. I'm sure people would find ways to corrupt the Dream Recorder (ha, named it now, I did, yes!).

*sigh* All I really want is to know what I dreamed last night.

TGIF and all that--looks like it's going to rain over here today and that's good because that means it won't get too warm. I got to run to work now and also grab some more Kleenex boxes--this one that kept me company through this post just ran out! @_@

'As D.J.'s smile turned up, Kathy's smile turned down. She followed up after him, grumbling to herself. "He doesn't like money. He doesn't worry about time. He never watches television. Why is he always so happy?"' (Louis Sachar, Wayside School is Falling Down)

Jaci Velasquez, Center of Your Love

The Good...
I got to train tonight. Another night of molding an impressionable mind. *insert evil laughter here* Except...since she's already worked at a Chili's, there's not much to teach her. Ah well. ^^
I also got two art commissions, one from Greg and one from Debbie. Greg's is easy enough--he wants to make an ingraved coin, but the image he wants to use is blurry, so he's asking me to redo it. Fun.
As for Debbie's--ooo, you might want read on. It's the section after this next one.

The Bad...
Think I got allergies. Not sure. I've been having coughing fits all day. What's rather embarrassing is the other servers kept coming over to me, saying, "Are you ok?" I wish people would not do that. For one, I'm coughing too hard to answer. For another, I just don't like the attention. I don't like other people to see me...I dunno...*shrug*...in a weak moment? Bah! heh heh.
I did get a little scared when I had one of the coughing fits and actually had to sit down--was feeling rather dizzy. Naturally, everyone got all flustered and concerned. I love that people care, but again, just give me a moment and I'll get back to what I was doing. Honest.

My other problem is that I think I'm losing touch with Jenna. She's been my closest IRL female friend outside of the house, and she's helped me grow a lot in the past six months, answering questions both easy, hard, and really embarrassing. Our schedules haven't really been kind about letting us go walking together as of late. This past week, she just keeps talking about another co-worker. And yeah, I'll admit it--I'm jealous.
"Oh, me and Jane are going to go walking now every other day."
"Jane and I have the same shirt size, so we can trade off!"
"Jane did this!"
"Jane did that!"

...murple...
It's stupid, really.

She was kinda quiet Tuesday night. I'm a little hurt that she never called me today. It's been a habit of hers to call me on Thursday afternoons when I get done working so we can go for lunch before I have to be back on again for the evening. It seems like ever since "Jane" had to call me up about a problem the store had Tuesday night, Jenna's been keeping her distance.
Or maybe I'm just too boring. Too naive. Too self-conscious.
Bleck. *curls up with her favorite stuffed tiger* I dunno...it just hurts when your close buddy doesn't seem to be paying attention to you. That's been bugging me for the past few days.

...and the Really Really Bizarre
The Lord has done a lot of strange things in the time He's shared with me, but teaching me divine patience with the subjects He uses...OY! Heh.
One Word: Debbie!
I'm actually happy with her right now. ^_^ Actually, I always am--when it's person Debbie, not manager Debbie.
OK, so the really really Bizarre story for today, also known as How Ginny got her other manager commission:

We have three tvs in our store, all located in the bar area. Each one is usually tuned to CNN or ESPN or Fox News. Anyways, this infomercial for a kitchen tool that creates meatballs came on. Debbie stared at it, her eyes lighting up like a 5 year old at Christmas.
"COOOOOOOOOL!"
Too funny. I couldn't help but laughing. She's a classic informercial nut, "tell me moooore! Ooooh, give me the phone number so I can order five!"
Well, on the other tv, there was an infomercial for an exercise machine--one of those deals where you're walking, but there's a step for each foot, and one step swings forward while the other one swings back.
And THEN (there's a point to this, I swear!) Eric brings in a box of doughnut holes. Debbie shrieks in comedic panic. "Get them away! GIVE ME ONE! Noooo, Eric, take them--GIMME THEM NOW!"
"Debbie, NO!" I cried out. "Think of the meatballs!"
Don't ask me where that came from. But it was freaking hilarious.
"But doughnut hole--" Debbie pouted.
"Debbie," I warned, "if you eat those, you'll have to sacrifice the money for the meatball maker and spend it on the swingy thingy instead." (Aren't you amazed at our grasp of technical lingo?)
"But..."
"Debbie, won't you please think of the meatballs?"
Pure, unbridled laughter. Too too funny.

So later, Debbie takes a broom and is brushing all the dust from the vents. I watched for a moment, then commented, "Debbie, Warrior Duster!"
"Huh?"
"Eh, bad Xena: Warrior Princess joke."
It was so stupid we just had to laugh.
"Wait wait wait!" I nearly shrieked. "I can see this! Debbie, dressed up as Xena, but in a Warrior Duster fashion!"
Debbie's eyes did that light up thing again.
"Yeah, you have a glass cleaner spray bottle in a thigh holster, a rag hanging off your belt, the broom is your weapon, and--and--" I peered at her. "Do you want a cape or no?"
"You're going to draw this?"
"Yeah, why not? Cape?"
"Sure, why not!"
"Ooo, and one of those meatball thingies to destroy all the dustbunnies you run into!"
More oh-my-gaw-it's-so-stupid-that-it's-just-too-funny laughter. I'm going to be busy this weekend. ^_^

Assuming I can get off this allergy kick first. :-|
But today was fun! ^_^

Ginny Blurbish at the End
(edit--whoa, who knew? Sara's got this on her MyO right now! O_O)

Missing Person (Smitty aka Michael W. Smith)

Another question in me. One for the powers that be
It's got me thrown and so I put on my poker face
And try to figure it out. This undeniable doubt
A common occurrence. Feeling so out of place

Guarded and cynical now, can't help but wondering how
My heart evolved into a rock beating inside of me
So I reel such a stoic ordeal--where's that feeling that I don't feel?

There was a boy who had the faith to move a mountain
And like a child he would believe without a reason
Without a trace, he disappeared into the void and
I've been searchin' for that missing person

Under a lavender moon, so many thoughts consume me.
Who dimmed that glowing light that once burned so bright in me?
Is this a radical phase, a problematical age
That keeps me running from all that I used to be?

Is there a way to return, is there a way to unlearn,
That carnal knowledge that's chipping away at my soul?
I've been gone too long will I ever find my way home?

There was a boy who had the faith to move a mountain
And like a child he would believe without a reason
Without a trace, he disappeared into the void and
I've been searchin' for that missing person
He used to want to try to walk the strait and narrow
He had a fire and he could feel it in the marrow
It's been a long time and I haven't seen him lately but
I've been searchin' for that missing person

This. This is my haunting beautiful song I've missed. I had one of those days when I put aside my vast collection of CDs on the way to work and just listened to my station. After Amy Grant's "For the Children", this one came on.
Don't get me wrong--I'm not feeling any doubt about my faith right now. Usually, I'll toss a song up there because I am having a problem. Not this time. I just really like this song. And Smitty is always awesome. Period.

(*makes a mental note to get more CDs*)

Problematic
I have a dear friend up at work--her name's Kelly--and her health is, well, giving out. She's diabetic, the really nasty version (there's type A and B, I believe, and she's got the worst of the worst), and the doctors aren't having any luck at all.

The latest was a self-giving insulin machine in her body, but the problem is, the machine cannot tell when Kelly's had enough, so it keeps giving her more. Too little or too much insulin is dangerous, and she's looking pretty awful.

Last night, she actually had to leave work early, she felt so sick. I love her dearly, too; she's the no-nonsense older woman at work, and I've always looked up to her, even if I disagreed with her. She always encourages me to disagree too, especially if I really do. Which is why this seems so rough--if she had it her way, I know she wouldn't be affected by her diabetes at all. I haven't seen her look this bad in, well...ever. Seems a little overdramatic, yeah, but there it is.

I want to just be able to wave my hand and watch her return to her self before the diabetes went out of control. Of course, if I had that kind of power, I'd be waving it at a lot of people. Anyways, I just wish I could do something...

Rest
Ha. There's a concept I miss. The last few nights, I've been having nightmares about the people I care about being taken away from me because of something I did. I need my sleep. These doubles are draining me and they don't seem to be stopping any time soon and that leaves little time to unwind and talk to all my online peeps (how I soooo miss you and Sara I swear that letter will come to you!). I haven't drawn in the longest time, which, for me, is one of the most relaxing things I can do--I seriously have a better day after I just lose myself in doodles.

So I keep going to work drained, and my performance has already suffered (they actually had to call me at home last night and talk to me--that's a first, and I'm not as upset about that as I was last night (another reason I didn't get much sleep), but that is still horrid). And management claims they can't do anything--they're too short staffed and everyone is suffering. Gag.

Need a new job with a better schedule. Yes, money is nice, but for the infinite time, being able to use and enjoy that money is nice, too.

Smile
I'm just ranting--life really isn't all that miserable. You're just getting the part of the picture I feel like writing and--crap, is this another disclaimer that so many people have to put on their blogs?
It's not Monday anymore. And it's not Green March Day yet. So go wear anything but green! Bwee! ^_^

The Heart and the Soul, at war with each other. Two entities, both given over to Love, are locked in a battle that no mortal vessel can possibly bear. ~Vita Via

Daily Happenings
Jenna and I went to Big Bowl then Stone Briar Mall, just like we planned (sorta). I ended up being late for the first time ever today (well, actually not--I was on the dot, but given the fact that I always show up for a shift 15 minutes before I am supposed to, I consider "on the dot" to be late, heh. Soooo anal.). I had planned to get something at Stone Briar, just to show I was there, but didn't find anything.

I did find someone, though. My old GM, James! ^_^

See, one of the servers from way back in my first year (gaw, I sound old now, wah!) had stopped by our store a week ago and talked to everyone he recognized. He asked me if I still talked to James, and I admitted I didn't. He then told me that James was still working at the Chili's Too in the SB Mall and why not check up on him, Ginny, just to catch up?

I had completely forgotten about that until I saw the Chili's Too insignia and told Jenna what you just read. Intrigued, she suggested I try and see if James was working there today, and wow! what are the odds? He was.

Heh, I forgot about how much James looooooooves to talk, so we sat for a good half hour or so talking (then again, I hadn't seen him in almost two years, so it's only fair). He and his wife are planning to go to China again this year, while his four kids'll stay with the grandparents. I told him about how I wanted to get a new job, and he decided to show us around the store, then said if I ever wanted a new perspective on an old classic, to go work there. According to him, he didn't want me to lose my tenure. At this point, the only thing I really don't want to lose is my sanity. Plus, Frisco is way out there--at least a good hour drive. Unless I moved out there (highly doubtful, pretty place, but ugly traffic), I don't see me working there any time soon.

Anyways, it was nice to catch up with him again. ^_^

And then there were 2...
Shannon told us if we were having problems with our schedule, we shouldn't complain to him but rather, the manager that makes the schedule.

Anotherwords, Debbie.

I hate causing problems. I'll go out of my way to circumvent a problem. But quite frankly, she's been going out of her way to make insane schedules. We're getting short staffed yet again and it's no wonder--she's giving servers doubles. But not just any doubles. Doubles where they have to stay late for the lunch shift and open early for the night shift. That means absolutely no break inbetween.

I wasn't feeling the crunch until she stuck me into section 2. Also known as the smoking station. I'm not saying that smoking is bad and horrible and omyg0d U goin to H3lL!!1! if you smoke (well, actually, it is a nasty habit, and I wish people wouldn't do it). I'm just saying that I can't stand the smell of smoke. I've been -sarcasm- blessed -/sarcasm- with a heightened sense of smell and I get really ill if I have to be around second hand smoke for more than an hour. Well, for the lunch shift, section 2 is open from 11am to 4pm, later still if the night 2 is late coming on (and that happens). So give or take 5 hours of being in second hand smoke. I think not.

Today, I politely approached Debbie about that. I told her that I just couldn't work in section 2. There's even a program flag in the computer that will keep the scheduler from putting people who don't want to be put in smoking in smoking. I had that set from day 1 of working at Chili's. (Apparentally, everything got reset in the past few months when Debbie took over.) I also reminded her that, when she asked everyone to give her their preferred schedules, I clearly wrote that I cannot work smoking sections. Now, really, come on, how hard is this?

Debbie's basic reaction was that she would rather have a great server in the section that worry about section preferences. I bristled at that, but calmly told her that I switched with Eric (an excellent new guy) who was perfectly capable of handling 2. She said she would try to remember for future reference (and you'll forgive me if I laugh harshly at this comment because of past events with her), but to suck it up if I landed in 2 again.

Fine. Great. So we'd much rather have Ginny chugging along great for a half hour then collapse dizzy-like in the middle of public then be aware of her issue and plan around that.

If I've said it once, I've said it 5,ooo times--I love Debbie as a person. But as a manager, she has so many oppurtunities.

Too Funny, Too True
Ginny2: o_O I gotta get out more... you know... away from Des... - -;
Ginny1: Heh.

Rumors already!
Oh yeah, IGN claims that there may be a FFX-3 in the making. O_o;;; Speaking of which, I'm up to 97% on X-2. Just a little more to go. *glee!*

Time Constraints
I'm really really really completely and utterly sorry that I've not been on AIM or the Net or anything as of late. Work has got me so worked into the ground that I just don't have much time for anything else. Wahhh....;_; Seriously, I work four double shifts a week now, plus a huge chunk of Sat. The left over freetime is divided between family, loved ones, and church, and even my family is complaining they don't see me enough.
I'm trying, I really am. Just be patient, please.

...and then Ginny2 said:
Ginny2: Hey Gin, you know, Deschu has missed you a lot, lol...
drakehho19: awwww....eeeek.
Ginny2: ... We all missed you Ginny... especially Des :-D
Ginny1: *slowly backs away* You're making me nervous
Ginny2: ... I've been hanging around Des so much, I'm turning in to him O_o; Ginny, you MUST come around more often! He's slowly corrupting meeeee!!!!
Ginny1: I...EEK!
Ginny1: *Deschu is clinging to her leg* GET HIM OFF GET HIM OFF GET HIM OFFFFFFFFFF! *wiggles leg desperately*
Ginny2: You can't let me become Des... i-fied... o_O;
Ginny1: tooooo late

On Love and Fairy Tale Endings
"I'm not trying to make this a downer, understand. I mean, I really do think that love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all." --William Goldman, The Princess Bride

Yeah, I just read the book for the umpty-umpth time. And if you haven't even read it once yet, then shame on you! You're missing out. :p

Jobness Again
Well, looks like it's more than certain that Shannon's getting transferred in a few months. To be honest, I'm going to miss him--as a manager, he's got to be one of the best I've ever had. I told him as much. He honestly has the ability to actually listen to his workers and take what they say into his authoritative consideration.
And that's all I'm going to say (for now, ha!) on that.

It's also surprisingly quiet for Spring Break. Then again, it's only Monday--perhaps it'll pick up soon. I don't want to spend an hour of my time tonight to drive to and from work, only to spend 1o minutes at work. Here's hoping it's going to be busy.

Random Quote Day
"He will milk us all?"
"Listen...when you're fleeing in terror, you're not exactly going to spout out rocket science, okay?!" Framed!

"Irrisistably cute and unexpectedly deadly. Just like me." ~~Gippal, on Tonberrys

Too Bad
Jenna's encouraged me to listen to more of that Nickelback CD I got. I'll be absolutely honest--the music itself is great, but the lyrics...oy. I mean, I understand where the lyrics come from and the truth behind them, but for me personally, the lyrics are awfully stark and devoid of hope. That's just how the music is.

"How You Remind Me" was my first and favorite. "Too Bad" is hauntingly...well, not beautiful, but going back to the starkness. Every time I leave work, I pull out that CD and just listen to a few tracks. Methinks I probably played a little louder than I should have on Monday, but eh. (Long story that, and gosh, look at the time--I need to get to work.)

Heh. Live, Love, Learn.

Few new links, reorganized a few old ones. "What I Learned Today" is strange--the index page exists when it's updated, but not when it's not. Go fig.