Sucks

Saturday, 25 March 2017 11:11 pm
apollymi: Hatter talking, text reads "Hell no!", animated (Alice**Hatter: Hell no!)
Today sucked.

I did the catering that Carlos volunteered me for today. So rather than have my day off, I had to go with [personal profile] katsuko to IKEA, so that we could both go get this delivered. Only, once we got there, someone had told the coordinator that we were supposed to do all the setup and so forth. Since we had to wait for the guy to come sign the slip and leave a tip, we did that.

Finally, the dude got there, and when presented with the check, he hands it over to his 16 year old to fill in the tip and sign. She leaves us $80 on nearly $2800 worth of food, with doing twice the world we were told to do. It comes to a 3% tip.

Carlos waived the delivery fee because the guy promised to "take good care of us". $80 is not "taking good care" of us. A 15% or 20% would have been "taking good care" of us. Yes, I will get a commission from this job that will be good, but it won't be until two or three weeks from now. It'll pay next month's rent, not this month's, which was what that tip was supposed to do.

So now I'm pissed. I've already told Carlos I will not be doing any of these for him ever again. My head is throbbing, and I'm pissed. Writing is not going to be occurring tonight, I don't think. I think I'm just going to take the cat off the keyboard, and try to nap away this headache. With a lot of Roo assistance.

Later, all.

Fuck everything

Sunday, 19 March 2017 11:31 pm
apollymi: Doujinshi art of Sirius Black, no text (HP**Sirius: Do not approve)
I'm pretty sure that's all I've got to say for myself for today: fuck everything.

And let's start with fuck everything about Mirko Pasta. I'm so damn sick of this place. I'm not even sure I could stand to go back for food if I ever manage to quit for good.

The one upside is that I think I've finished making a playlist for zombie!fic.

Lazy day

Thursday, 16 March 2017 10:45 pm
apollymi: Hicks holding Ripley back, text reads "Together" (Aliens**Hicks/Ripley: Together)
I did a whole lot of nothing today. I feel vaguely more human than I did yesterday or the day before, but I also feel like I could use two or three more days of this to be in a better place mentally. I'm still working on it, and mostly it involves sleeping a lot. But I'm getting there. I'm trying.

I still have moments where I just want to go jump off a bridge. I'm not exaggerating. I want to jump off a bridge. I'm afraid of heights. But no, my brain has decided that the 400-to-85N overpass looks really fucking appealing. I drive over it once a week, and I drive under it three or four times a week. It's a constant thought. I tell myself that rush hour traffic is bad enough without a body to contend with too. Some days it even helps.

What I haven't done yet today is write. I've answered questions about writing. I've read other people's writing. But I have done very little of my own.

I need Wicked Ones to talk to me. I need to know what the hell is going on in Joshua's head, post-confrontation with Goody. I know he's working his own way to a better mental place, but he's not 100% there yet.

Damn, I wish all my friends from all my fandoms would watch this movie. I appreciate all the reviews and such I've been getting, but there are just times I want to see what [personal profile] desolate03 or [personal profile] daimeryan_rei think of some of the crap I'm writing right now. Granted, some of the stories are so AU that you almost don't need to have seen the movie. But sometimes we just flat out skip scenes that we didn't change from the movie, so that doesn't actually work.

The cut on my hand is looking a little closer to healed. I almost think the part across the meat is nearly there. It's the part that's closer to the side and the nail that is still lingering. The butterfly bandages have done a great job of keeping it from moving and all, so it is getting a chance to heal up nicely. It ain't gonna be pretty, but hopefully sooner or later, it'll be healed up.

What little I have written today has been on Monstrous: After Midnight. I'm working on the final battle in chunks and pieces. I have a whole mess of things that have to happen. I need to get through the Gatling gun, Fae-raday being shot, Jack Horne turning wendigo, blowing up the Gatling gun, and the aftermath. I don't know what [personal profile] katsuko's plans are, if she's going to try to get us to the point I'm writing, if she's going to tackle the Bogue takedown, or what's happening.

And that's enough whinging for today. I've been working on this for well over an hour now. That's longer than any journal post of any length should take.

Later, all.

Grumpy

Thursday, 9 March 2017 10:56 pm
apollymi: Usagi with devil horns and tail, musical note next to her, no text (BSSM**Usagi: ♫ (Devilish))
Okay, I will warn the world that today was a grumpy ass day, and I'm glad it's almost over.

Everything has been plucking at my nerves, and I really, really don't like it. Newest server has marinated in his cologne? Teeth-grittingly annoying. Claudio keeps hovering at host stand? Annoying. Claudio shows me the ongoing security camera footage of his dog sitting in the doorway... every thirty or so minutes? Annoying. Servers hanging out at host stand to check their phones? Annoying. Newest server is arrogant and thinks he knows everything, but still has to ask for help with so much stuff and still doesn't understand sections? Annoying. Sitting down at the bar and positioning myself so that no one will be near me... and then Claudio pulls a barstool over to me? Let me pull my hair out annoying.

I have only managed a little bit of writing today, and that's annoying as piss too. I've stayed over 1,000 words every day this month so far, and I don't want to break that streak.

I did manage to get regular verse Wicked Ones Joshua to talk to me a bit again. He's... mostly moving towards a better mental place, but he's not quite there yet. He's got quite a ways to go. But he's trying, poor boy. Poor, grumpy boy. I'm going to need to slip him back into the beginnings of the dark place he used to be, though, because I kind of want to write the fight that drove the brothers apart for the last section of Wicked Ones: The Early Years. Because I want to twist the knife on them one last time before I let them be happy again.

Nothing else is really happening with these boys. Monstrous: After Midnight talked a little bit to [personal profile] katsuko the other day. Lev7 is being quiet, mostly because Goody is annoyed at Chisolm and Faraday is a bit shocked at being defended. Trinity is close enough to done that nothing more is really needed from me, aside from some editing. Mostly I've been working on the AUs, because they're eating at my soul. I did manage some, again, on the regular verse of Wicked Ones, but I'm not sure what the point of this particular scene is, other than to have something on Day 4 in Rose Creek. Finally, Memento Mori... I haven't even opened the document all week. I'm a little embarrassed about this. This is why I'm still on the third part of Chapter One, even though I've been working on it since November.

And yeah, that's about all I've got to say for myself for today. Still grumpy, still tired, still ingesting way too tea. All that in mind, I'm going to try to make words happen. Later, all.

whinging

Sunday, 5 March 2017 10:34 pm
apollymi: Bakura and Kaiba, close up on eyes, text reads "Your eyes" (YGO**Bakura/Kaiba: Your eyes)
Yesterday's post was almost nothing but whinging. I didn't delete it: I just made it private-locked. It seemed like a better thing to do.

I feel like I should have gone with this morning, after all, though. I ended up slicing my hand badly enough that I needed either five or six stitches. To top it all off, I also had to walk the 35 or so minutes to the Urgent Care to get it fixed up, because [personal profile] katsuko was in the car. She ended up meeting me there, though, so that was nice. But it did take up most of our limited time that we had for food, which was a bummer. And all I managed to prep for the week before I cut myself was the sweet potatoes.

So there is that. Which was a pain. It will likely continue to be a pain for quite a while, seeing as how I have to go back on Wednesday for them to check how it's healing... and then the next Wednesday to get the stitches removed... if it's healing well on Wednesday. The LPN wasn't terribly certain that it was going to reattach, given the depth and severity of the cut. She actually used the word "gnarly"... and not in the 90s slang way either.

So I've got about six sutures in my left thumb, a metric shit ton of bandages on top of that, a splint, and this blue Coban stuff that holds the splint in place. I look like I'm smuggling a blue mummy around.

And I got no damn sympathy from most of my restaurant people. Chloe went with the old "good job" comment. Jesús just laughed and wanted to touch it and poke at it. Claudio did a wince at the number of stitches, but mostly he laughed and poked fun (but not in a mean way). Jennifer suggested I invest in some cutting gloves for the kitchen, which was nice. And Duncan was sweet as can be and helped me grab things where he could to help out. And that was very good.

Right now I'm practicing typing with nine fingers, and that's working a lot better than texting with one hand did. So that's a semi-positive, yeah?

I don't think I'm going to be catching up on my words for the day. I mean, I have a pretty sizable surplus, so I don't have to do a 1,000 words a day. It just makes me happier to have accomplished it.

So yeah, today blew like mad, I only have use of nine fingers right now, and the lidocaine is wearing off.

FML was invented for days like today.

From Mirko

Sunday, 26 February 2017 08:57 pm
apollymi: Stitch with a cape and a swimsuit top on his head, text reads "I'm the goddamn Batman" (L&S**Stitch: I am the goddamn Batman)
I had intended to make a post before I left IKEA this morning, but you can see how well that worked out. I never managed to stay connected for more than five minutes at a time, and it's been a bit of an issue with trying to get anything done.

Of course, now I'm having the issue of people being noisy -- and nosy -- and that's a issue of a whole different sort. I didn't have to worry to much about people joining me at my sofa, because I sat crossways, which made a difference. No one joined me on the couch, but I did get a lot of dirty looks. I just decided I didn't care.

And now we're watching the Oscars, and I'm smiling over Chris Evans... because Chris Evans.

Anyway, later, all.
apollymi: Godzilla - Text reads "Warning: Cranky! Proceed with caution" (Godzilla**Godzilla: Warning: cranky - U)
I'm feeling vaguely accomplished. I managed to get Wicked Ones and Wicked Ones: The Early Years posted to [community profile] eternal_sailorm on the same day that I posted them to AO3. I'm still failing at getting them on DarkMagick.net, but that's something I cannot do at IKEA. I can barely do as much as I have with it here at IKEA. The wifi is a joke lately. If it stays connected for five minutes at a time, I count it as a god damn miracle.

I wish I was exaggerating.

Aside from that, I've been trying to get my words done for the day. It hasn't been easy. I wrote 150 words last night, but when I booted the computer up this morning, it only showed 86. When it synced again later today, I dropped from 200 or so down to 120. So I'm not sure what's going on with Scrivener. It could just be the app not playing happily with the computer version, but who knows.

Whole damn restaurant for people to pick from, and yet they keep on sitting down on the other end of my couch. I don't get it. I wouldn't do that to other people, no more than I would sit down at someone else's table next to them.

Hell, maybe I ought to start doing that. Remember these people's faces and just plop down next to them when they sit down to eat. See how they like it. Because I damn sure don't like it. I'm going to start sitting across the couch instead of sticking to one end. Maybe that'll break people of it.

Somehow I doubt it, though. I'm not sure if I look nice or something, but when I'm working, it breaks my concentration when someone flops down hard on the other end of my seat... and then give me dirty ass looks like I'm disturbing them. And I certainly don't want to leave and go to the restroom with someone sitting in this seat. I've come back to people going through my bag with that before.

It's one thing when they ask first and I can move my stuff, but it's something else altogether when they just flop their asses down. Obviously, I don't like it.

Fuck it. The latest one's up, so I'm turning and putting my feet up on the other end of the couch. I don't give a shit anymore. I'm done trying to be nice or polite or much of anything else.

Now let's see if I can't stay connected long enough to post this entry. I guess we'll see, huh?

Stupid early

Tuesday, 21 February 2017 06:50 am
apollymi: Sleepy orange kitten, text reads "Not awake not not not not not" (Kitten: Not awake)
I said last night that I had to get up stupid early to take [personal profile] katsuko to IKEA. Hello and welcome to stupid early. This post will be a huge ramble, because it's stupid early. Those two words might well be a theme for this post. I'm really tired, so I'm really babbly.

Cut for politics, US healthcare, and rants on Buckhead )

Cut for talking about writing and Mag 7 )

And finally, without a cut... Tomorrow's my birthday. I'm not even sure that I'm going to be able to go visit the family for it. Money's just too tight. [personal profile] katsuko and I celebrated her birthday too hard earlier in the month. I feel like I would be remiss to not include a link to my Amazon wishlists, though. Ummm, I like fanart and fanfic?

And I've killed most of the time I needed to wait, so I'm gonna close this off now. Later, all.

Another long day

Sunday, 12 February 2017 10:13 pm
apollymi: Stitch doing an handstand and wiggling his butt, no text, animated (L&S**Stitch: Kiss my ass)
Yeah, I keep using that subject line. It does mean exactly what I think it means. Sorry, we watched The Princess Bride on the big screen for [personal profile] katsuko's birthday, and now all the quotable quotes are back stuck in my mind.

We got up a little later than we had been planning on, and we went back to Midtown to visit with Teak. Michael ended up being delayed getting back into town, so we had to make an afternoon visit for him too, but that was all right. We ate an all right lunch at Willy's Mexicana Grill, had a disgusting (at least for me) bit of Starbucks, did the afternoon visit, and then went to Panera Bread to drink some hot tea and try to write until time to go in to Mirko.

And Mirko was an exercise in frustration... but in a totally different way from Friday. Tonight, the kitchen collapsed under the orders (because we had what amounted to the B team in there) and UberEATS got seriously backed up (because we had the less good Uber guy working, in addition to the backed up kitchen). One of these days, I'm going to take a picture of Armando on his food playing games against the other hostess while food without lids sits in the window getting cold... and maybe I'll send it to Mirko. If I can figure out how to do it anonymously, that is.

I did get a little bit written while I was at the restaurant and before that, but I'm not happy with the amount. The happier Mean Faraday gets, the less he wants to talk... and that blows. I want him to be happy, but I also want him to give me some damn words. I want to write him being happy too, damn it! I want to write him and Vasquez being as fucking adorable as they are in my head.

Anyway, we have a very early day tomorrow, where [personal profile] katsuko has to be at IKEA by 6:00 a.m., so I think we're planning on heading on to bed pretty soon now. Later, all.

A long day again

Friday, 10 February 2017 11:34 pm
apollymi: Trunks just after landing a punch, no text (DBZ**Trunks: Won't back down)
It's been another long day. I had catering this morning, pet sitting for Michael at work in the afternoon, and then hosting at Mirko during the evening. In between all that, [personal profile] katsuko and I had some delicious food: Panera Bread for lunch (which sat on my stomach very poorly) and Jason's Deli for dinner (which was absolutely amazing (and still happy on my stomach, knock wood).

But today I came closer to walking out of Mirko Pasta than I think I ever have. I'm certainly done doing favors for any of our servers; fuck them. I'm sick of being taken advantage of. I give and I give and I give, I get nothing in return. I'm through doing things for them. I'm through doing anything but the bare minimum needed to keep my job until I'm ready to quit... and I'm not entirely sure that won't be in the next few days. Because fuck Mirko Pasta.

I may have gone to sleep four or five times (or more) in the production of this entry. I feel completely wiped. I might go ahead and go lay down again. Or I'll keep trying to get some words today. I dunno. We'll see.

Eat for free

Saturday, 3 December 2016 01:02 pm
apollymi: Vasquez firing his two guns, no text (Mag7**Vasquez: Shootout)
I hate eat for free weekends at IKEA. I really, really do. It turns into a damn circus, especially once people start leaving their kids on the couches (usually next to me or crawling all over me or across from me). Volume control and indoor voices just aren't a thing that are happening, and I'm starting to regret being nice enough to come along with today.

At least IKEA's Christmas music is of a non-religious variety. That's a small victory, yes? I'll take it, at any rate. It doesn't mean that I don't have my own music going, but that's mostly because I need something to draw out all the damn children. I swear, I'm going to invest in a good pair of noise-canceling headphones. What I have doesn't do nearly enough. What I'm trying to figure out is if the $350 for a pair of Bose wireless noise-canceling headphones or even the $380 for a pair of Beats... or if it would be just as good to get a $100 pair of Skullcandy's.

God, I don't need to get up and go get myself candy. I haven't been doing good today, but I've been doing better. I've managed to get down to 170 pounds/77 kilograms. I still have another 30 or so pounds to go, but this does mean that I'm halfway to my goal. And most days I don't even feel hungry, but I do catch myself eating when I'm bored. And I think that's where I'm at today.

Anyway, yeah, that's where I'm at today.

Meh

Sunday, 23 October 2016 11:35 pm
apollymi: Newt, Hicks, & Ripley checking blueprints, text reads "Family" (Aliens**Hicks/Ripley+Newt: Family 2)
I'm so tired of Mirko Pasta and all the attendant drama that comes with it. We've got servers that can't act like grownups if the world depended on it. We've got managers who take a very lazy hand on how to manage, preferring to try to manage the customers instead of the staff. We've got the kitchen staff who do their own thing whenever they feel like it. And I'm sick and tired of feeling like I'm having to herd cats every time I go in, just to get anything done.

But I guess that's an old complaint.

Shit show

Monday, 17 October 2016 10:55 pm
apollymi: Hansel & Gretel in the woods, text reads "We've got the taste of blood" (H&G: Hansel & Gretel: Taste of blood)
I mean that in a good way and several bad ways.

The Good Way
I tend to refer to those "so bad they're good" campy movies that [personal profile] katsuko and I enjoy as "glorious shit shows" or "spectacular shit shows". These have included everything from I, Frankenstein to Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters, from Van Helsing to the later Underworld movies. Yeah, so bad that they're good... but they're also campy as fuck. Well, we went to see The Magnificent Seven movie today. It definitely fell in that grouping. We also saw the trailer for Assassin's Creed, and it looks like it definitely falls in that camp.

The Bad Way, Part 1
Work was a not fun kind of a shit show. At least one of our servers was in a right mood, and to make matters worse, it was slow as hell. Tantrums were thrown. Customers overheard and complained. I say now the exact same thing I said then and there: I've quit better jobs than this one.

The Bad Way, Part 2
Jesus fuck, this damn editing project. Like I said, I'm in the last two-tenths of the story. In these last two-tenths, they have since introduced John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. Because we weren't straining enough as it was. I think [personal profile] katsuko can attest to my exact reaction being something along the lines of "Fuck me, now they've dragged poor Sherlock Holmes into this". Holy shit.

Another meh

Sunday, 16 October 2016 11:31 pm
apollymi: Quentin kissing a woman's hand, text points to woman and reads "fangirl" (DS**Quentin: Werewolf of choice)
I'm still slogging my way through this steampunk Dracula book. I really hope that Seven Seas doesn't ask my final opinion of this thing when I send it in. It would not be kind. All the interesting bits were in the middle sections, so they would have to chance someone making it through the drivel that is the first few chapters to get to the interesting bit... and be willing to stick around through the boring last half. The vampire bits are fairly well done, but the steampunk bits are completely forced, like the author was trying way too hard. And the grammar? Don't get me started on the grammar. It's pretty damn horrible.

And I might include a note that they need to send it back to the author to cut, edit, and trim. There's a lot of fat that can be cut from this... and probably really should be. And I can't imagine some of the editors I've worked with accepting a manuscript in this condition. It reads like someone's NaNoWriMo first draft.

And ask why the hell they're publishing this when they have a writer editing it.

It's money, but it's a painful read.

Honestly, I want to divide it into tenths. The first three-tenths are pretty boring. They are info-loaded, so much so that I will classify them right now as info-dumps. There are sections in here that the tenses, grammar, and information overload is such that, if I were to fix it, I would need to rewrite entire swaths of it. The next two-tenths are actually pretty amazing, when it's essentially a murder-mystery on an airship. The characters are well-rounded, and it's actually pretty damn exiting. Over the next three-tenths, there are occasional moments of that same fun and interesting characterizations, but a lot of it gets lost in the boringness...

And I'm still finishing up the last two-thirds. It's not shaping up to be much better.

They've managed to make Dracula boring. I'm not sure if I should compliment them on this or berate them for it.

So loud

Sunday, 9 October 2016 04:05 pm
apollymi: Doujinshi art of Sirius Black, no text (HP**Sirius: Do not approve)
Dear Lady Sitting Right Behind Me:

Okay, I have my headphones in. I have the volume up as loud as is comfortable, maybe a little bit more than so. Why the hell am I hearing your damn brats over all that?! For that matter, why am I hearing you over all that?! Is naturally loud a symptom of some weird genetic disease in your family? Is it contagious? If so, please advise, as I would like to avoid that if at all possible. Please note that I've spent the last hour on Amazon looking for noise-canceling headphones.

Disregard the fact I've also been on Amazon almost all day looking at the following: phone chargers, flash drives, flash drive cases, shirts, leggings, jeans, cargo pants, waist trainers, rings, and probably a few other things I'm forgetting.

Yes, my Amazon lists are out of control. Yes, I have multiple Amazon lists. I like to be organized.

Suck it, Lady. Just... suck it.

A quickie

Saturday, 10 September 2016 04:10 pm
apollymi: Cup of coffee, pen, and written on paper, text reads "Writer" (My Writing: Writer)
I'm typing this up from Panera before I head over to Mirko for the night. Fucking Josh is managing tonight. I'm wishing I could start drinking now, so I don't have to put up with his bitch ass, but there are a couple of small factors preventing this: (1) I don't like to drink to excess, and it's actually been over 10 years since I got properly drunk; (2) I do still have to work either way, because I need the money; and (3) I just don't feel like having to self-medicate to deal with one person at this damn job.

It's just... Fucking Josh. He's always pissy, he's misogynistic, he's homophobic, and generally speaking, we don't get along. Obviously.

So, yeah, I guess I need to put on my war paint and join the fray.

Debating

Tuesday, 6 September 2016 11:16 pm
apollymi: Loose jumble of books, text reads "The keyboard makes me their god" (My Writing: Keyboard makes me their god!)
I'm debating on typing up my con notes on here. I mean, I was in some good panels and got some interesting information that might be useful to other writers. I don't know. Maybe. We'll see.

Other than that, I don't know that I have much positive to say. Carlos finally hired a backup host. I was initially excited, thinking that I was finally going to start getting my two days off again. However, not so much. He doesn't want to give up [personal profile] katsuko on the bar on Sundays, so rather than have her go in alone for that one day, I guess I'll keep it. Which of course means that I will be working six fucking days a week.

And Carlos doesn't understand why I object to working six and seven days a week. I tried to explain to him that he doesn't even work that many days a week. He countered with the fact that he works 12 hours on the four days a week he's there and that I'm only there for about two or three hours most of the days I'm there. I can't seem to make him understand that 12 hour days that are spread out over four days is a bit preferable to 30 hours spread out over six days. Because spreading the time out to two or so hours in the morning five days a week Monday through Friday and four hours in the evening four days a week (Sunday, Monday, Thursday, and Friday) doesn't exactly give me a lot of time to do things or plan for much.

So... I don't know. I got nothing.

Ranty McRant

Friday, 5 August 2016 03:18 pm
apollymi: Godzilla - Text reads "Warning: Cranky! Proceed with caution" (Godzilla**Godzilla: Warning: cranky - U)
Would anyone think poorly of me if I quit my current job without a new one?

Down with a migraine today, one that I had yesterday and went to work with anyway because I was told it was NECESSARY I be there (i.e., be there or lose your job). Still have the migraine today, but called out. Spoke to the manager who said "okay, but you can't keep doing this, because catering is starting soon and that's every day and you know how you get, and you can't be calling out until you find me a a new hostess".

Okay, a few things here: (1) I think I call out sick maybe once a month, if that; if I'm getting tension headaches and migraines that often, what does that say? (2) I go in even when I'm sick because I know they aren't even looking for someone who can help out in that part of the restaurant. (3) Why do I have to find my own backup/replacement? I thought that was the manager's job. (4) He's the one who is wanting me to start working there *7 days a week*. (5) "I know how I get"?! What the hell is that supposed to mean?

So yeah, anyone going to think poorly of me for leaving this place without another job lined up?

Oh god, oh god, oh god

Saturday, 30 July 2016 11:16 pm
apollymi: Duo and Heero embracing, no text (GW**Duo/Heero: No Words)
Okay, seriously getting down to the wire here and I'm not as close to finished with this as I need to be. I still have another 2,000 or so words left to write and I'm not sure I have that much in me within the next two days.

I feel as though I've bitten off more than I can chew with all of this... and that maybe I should quit doing these damn writing months, at least for as long as I'm working at the restaurant. It might just be too much for me. I enjoy doing them, but at the same time, they are huge amounts of stress that I probably don't need in my life. But I do enjoy them. Hence all the back and forth over whether or not to keep doing them.

Work was... work. I didn't kill anyone and I didn't cry, so I guess that makes it a win. Tyler has started refusing to be behind the bar on Saturdays because she doesn't make any damn money thanks to this UberEATS thing. So that means that Carlos was behind the bar (even though he is shit at mixing drinks) and not out... you know... managing. So I ended up hosting, running food, playing at assistant manager, and trying to keep from having an asthma attack or overheating... because people started complaining about the temperature in the restaurant being too cold, so they cut down the air conditioner, so those of us moving around ended up dying of heat. Bring a damn sweater, people. I promise you will live.

But yeah, that's all I've got for today. I'm going to throw myself at these last words and see if I can't make things happen. I will leave this with an updated word count, but in the meanwhile, later, all.


28102 / 30000 words. 94% done!

Getting close

Friday, 29 July 2016 10:42 pm
apollymi: Close ups of Arthur and Eames, no text (Incep**Eames/Arthur: Dream bigger)
Oh man, time is getting really close on Camp. I'm the only one left in my cabin who hasn't already finished. [personal profile] katsuko has already finished her 10,000 words. [personal profile] daimeryan_rei has already finished her 50,000 words. I... still haven't finished my 30,000. And that's fucking embarrassing. I miss my set daytime schedule at FSU right about now, because then I could at least plan when I would be doing my writing and how much I needed to get done each evening. Trying to write after work at night, it's hard. It's really, really fucking hard, and I'm not doing well at it.

But I'm still trying. I haven't given up on it yet. I haven't given up on this story or Camp/JulNo yet. (I feel like I have given up on myself, but that's not a story for today. Today is all about writing.)

I did get some writing done at work. There were no major issues today, and all my servers behaved... for the most part. Gaven still acted like a damn prima donna, trying his best to stir up shit.

I did my interview with Planet Fitness today. It was... sketchy. Super, super sketchy. There were just so many little red flags that the whole thing made me uncomfortable. When I applied for the job, it was listed as a full-time position. When I went in to interview, I beat the interviewer -- the manager -- in. When she eventually got there, I went to tell her that she had something stuck to her shoe, and she said that it was the bottom of her shoe being torn and her being unable to afford to get a new pair. (Red flag #1: even the manager isn't making a lot of money.) The first interview question was "is there anything you aren't willing to clean?" Because apparently there is no cleaning crew and the staff has to fold up the machines and clean them daily. (Red flag #2: mainly because it's not a small gym and I'm not sure I would be physically capable of cleaning some of these things.) As we continue to discuss the job and all, I mention that I'm hopeful for the full-time hours, to which she replies that it's only a part-time position. (Red flag #3: the job was listed online as full-time, which was the only reason I applied for it. I don't need another part-time position.) After a bit of interviewing, she has me give her a tour of the facility as if she were a new guest, which I did and which she said I did a very good job at, remembering things that most people forgot. Then she had me come behind the counter and check in some members. While I was back there, another employee came in to talk to the manager, and the manager just blanked her: wouldn't even look at her, just kept saying that it was a human resources issue and the employee needed to talk to HR, not come to her. The second the employee was back out the door but before the door even closed behind her, the manager turned to me and stated, "And this is why we are hiring." (Red flag #4: I don't care how bad an employee is: don't badmouth them in front of a new potential employee.) After a bit of standing around, the manager has me four sheets of paper and says, "have these memorized by Monday at 10 and we'll get you started". (Red flag #5 and #6: They are hiring this position way too fast. That means they can't keep people. And I told you that I couldn't start until I gave two weeks' notice at my current job. I'm not just leaving there right away. I haven't invented time travel yet.) Also, while I was there, the manager was asking one employee about if she had worked the night before. (Red flag #7: the manager doesn't even know when people are working, though admittedly, this is an issue at Mirko too.)

So yeah, I don't think I'll be taking the position. It's just too many little things that aren't sitting right for a job that would only pay about what I'm making now at Mirko... and no idea what schedule I would be on. It wouldn't be more than 20 hours a week, which is no help really, considering that's what I'm working at Mirko now.

Yeah, I've got nothing else. Here's the most up to date word count. Later, all.


26462 / 30000 words. 88% done!