I quit my job as a server at Bitchass Workplace last week.
Not too worried about it as I got another job within two days. I had to leave that place. People there were toxic. Even my relationship or what was left of it with Christina, had deteriorated: She and I had somewhat of a falling out. Long story.
And I don't know...I think I juerst got tired of too many schedule changes. One day I would have the days that I wanted, but then I'd get penciled out or get moved to a shift where it would conflict with my classes. GRR!!
So at this new job, still in the restaurant profession--I like talking and meeting people, I start out as the hostess/cashier. I hope they move me up to server because that's where I thrive better. I need to be on the go because if I stay too long in one position, I get bored easily. I like to be on my feet and doing something. And making tips!
I called toasterface because he left a message on my phone...something about using me as a reference. Wow! I've never had that tribute! Someone wanted to use me a reference. I'm the last person anyone would use as I'm not much of a stationary person and as I said before, I'm always on the go.
My mind is blank at the moment. I'm sort of settling my mind and life down. People aka my former coworkers and their drama. I'm not sure if I want to continue babysitting with Rafi as she's all involved in the workplace drama. I think its time for me to heal, gather my thoughts, get my bearings and do some Shannon time! I don't have time to party and I don't care much about being with social crowds. Maybe I'll just disconnect my phone all-together because its been just ringing constantly. I used to enjoy the days where people would leave messages on my landline if they wanted to reach me. Having a cellphone is like that, but I also get non stop texting. I would rather talk to a person about something important than text. I'm retarded. I think texting is time consuming.
I also like going to the gym now. I've noticed some remarkable features on my body that I never noticed before. My legs have muscles!! That's awesome to me which is why I added an extra exclamation mark at the last sentence. I also see muscles in my fore arms and I think biceps are popping out! I just like being alone and having time to myself. This whole gaggle of so-called "friends" is a bit too much for me.
Maybe I'll just drop out of sight by doing more jobs and being less available to everyone whom I'm supposed to live up to their expectations. RIIIGHT.
I mean, I'm always flexible but if I feel like people are crowding in on me and my personal life, then I get defensive. I'm not a girly girl social butterfly. As soon as I'm done blogging, I'm headed off to the gym where I can focus on me. And then get something to eat and hit the books. Lots of reading to do in "America: Before the Civil War" class. YAY. UGH....
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Facebook and stuff
I refuse to have a facebook account.
Rafi, Christina and my other friends asked me if I have one and they frowned on me when I said I didn't. All of them except Rafi. She likes it that I don't as she doesn't have one herself. She says "I like to remain anonymous. I know I'll eventually turn up on someone's shit list, so I don't care to have one." I've never really thought of it that way...being stalked on the Internet.
I've heard all the stories that its easy to find someone online, even their income and where they've lived. Wow. I figure if someone wanted to find me bad enough, they'll come up my doorstep where they'll be greeted with a 12 gauge shotgun. Yes, I'm still house-sitting and my employers said if I needed firearms in the house to protect myself, "Then, by all means!"
The shotgun, is a Charles Daley field tactical shotgun which I use for home defense, like this one I googled on the net. Can't be too careful nowadays.
I also have the .22, the Sig .380 and the Springfield 9mm in the bedroom. I don't think I'm going overboard, but a single girl alone in a house in the middle of nowhere Northern Arizona desert...yep. I thought of naming my firearms after classic movie stars of the silent screen or actors of the 50s and 60s. Henry Fonda for the Sig, John Wayne for the shotgun, Clint Eastwood for the 9mm and Betty White for my Walther P22.
I sometimes like to walk around only in my bra and underwear because the temperature is so delightful! And clothes, they just cling to my skin. I'm really enjoying the temperate weather here, so clothes are an option especially at night. I just sit out on the upstairs deck on this cheap reclining lawn chair that I bought at Walmart, nude, just enjoying the silence. I turn off all the lights and think about my life before moving out here.
And so far, I think I've done good for myself. It would be nice to have someone who doesn't play head games or is attached to someone else. Maybe I'm just an old fashioned romantic and I want someone for me.
Rafi, Christina and my other friends asked me if I have one and they frowned on me when I said I didn't. All of them except Rafi. She likes it that I don't as she doesn't have one herself. She says "I like to remain anonymous. I know I'll eventually turn up on someone's shit list, so I don't care to have one." I've never really thought of it that way...being stalked on the Internet.
I've heard all the stories that its easy to find someone online, even their income and where they've lived. Wow. I figure if someone wanted to find me bad enough, they'll come up my doorstep where they'll be greeted with a 12 gauge shotgun. Yes, I'm still house-sitting and my employers said if I needed firearms in the house to protect myself, "Then, by all means!"
The shotgun, is a Charles Daley field tactical shotgun which I use for home defense, like this one I googled on the net. Can't be too careful nowadays.
I also have the .22, the Sig .380 and the Springfield 9mm in the bedroom. I don't think I'm going overboard, but a single girl alone in a house in the middle of nowhere Northern Arizona desert...yep. I thought of naming my firearms after classic movie stars of the silent screen or actors of the 50s and 60s. Henry Fonda for the Sig, John Wayne for the shotgun, Clint Eastwood for the 9mm and Betty White for my Walther P22.
I sometimes like to walk around only in my bra and underwear because the temperature is so delightful! And clothes, they just cling to my skin. I'm really enjoying the temperate weather here, so clothes are an option especially at night. I just sit out on the upstairs deck on this cheap reclining lawn chair that I bought at Walmart, nude, just enjoying the silence. I turn off all the lights and think about my life before moving out here.
And so far, I think I've done good for myself. It would be nice to have someone who doesn't play head games or is attached to someone else. Maybe I'm just an old fashioned romantic and I want someone for me.
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