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Tiredness Makes Me Emo

3 Feb

My Seattle friend wrote my other Seattle friend (I made 2 the entire year I was there) an invitation to have a drink, then opened the invitation up to a girl we all constantly complained about when I lived and worked there.  It made me feel bad to see it.  Did everyone dislike her because of me?  Was I the big trouble-maker and problem at Aurora Veterinary?  Because as soon as I’m gone everyone is FB friends with the girl and going out with her?!  What the fuck!  How can everything change so quickly?  It makes me confused.  I wasn’t even the girl’s biggest detractor. . .  Melissa was the one sparring against this girl most–even handing a written complaint to our employers.  Mostly, I don’t like having to compete at work.  I would rather drop out entirely than fight to restrain animals, draw blood, and complete lab work.

I’m tired so I’m grumpy.  I really hate feeling apathetic.  I feel like fighting and I suppose there is not reason, and every reason for it.  Also, I’m sad.  I haven’t seen Cool in a week, because of her lame swing-shift training.  I hate her job already!  She’s fucked with her normally scheduled hours too:  6 AM to 2:30 in the valley, half hour drive away.  And I don’t like being dependant on her to get me to work in the first place.  It makes me feel like a phlegmatic loser, but buying a car right now is just financially impossible.  And besides, even if I had a car, or could afford one and we didn’t have to car-pool she would be screwed.  As it is we’re both super-screwed!  I hate not having the means to get my own transportation!  Hate that my Jetta broke down. . .  I could ride the bus, but then I’d have to wake up around 5 AM anyway, and I’m afraid to walk (and stand) at the bus stop by myself.  There are a lot of homeless people around and I have a phobia of them.  Bad scene.

Thirdly, I have been trying to get sick.  I have been boxing this illness for about a week now, and I hope it doesn’t kick my ass.  I hope I do not get sick–cause October is my favorite month (though festivities were put on hold for my mates’ training), Halloween is awesome, and our one year anniversary is fast approaching.  Both occasions call for florid celebration, but I’m just not in it.  I am ill-prepared for the big one-year, and am not certain I can drum up enough funds to do it right.  So there is no time for sickness.  I feel pugilism that it’s even an option.

ugh-blah!

Ev-the-Bitch and Douchi-Brothers [3-10-10]

11 Jan

It really is difficult getting in the mindset to post superficial nonsense in a blog, rather than a well-thought entry.  Here’s the latest:

Work is still not the coolest.  It won’t be until a certain high-strung, irritable someone retires.  It makes me irascible.  Whatever.  Disengage.

Speaking of disengage–that is the plan with Kidron’s antagonizing douchi (plural of douche) roommates.  They were evicted at least–never thought THAT would actually happen.  They are still technically staying until the end of the month though.  I hate them, and don’t want to see them, so as not to unleash my hostility towards them!  Anyway, they hate paying their bills, so try to find any excuse whatsoever not to pay.  It’s super lame.

I was the latest reason they thought they shouldn’t have to pay.  Background:  Kidron and I split our time between my bedroom at my auntie’s house and her shared room.  It is an adverse situation, with no stability to say the least.  This means we sleep at either place only HALF of the time.  Also, we both work, so we’re never at either place during the day–we are at a coffee shop now.  Also, whatever we use (at either place) we use together.  We use the same lights, the same shower water, etc, etc. . .  I am never at Kidron’s if she isn’t there and vice versa.

Well, this didn’t stop the dissident douchi brothers from blaming ME for the water and electric bill.  No, you ornery mofos–it could have something to do with the fact that you two are home 24/7 since you don’t have JOBS.  It couyd also be due to the fact you are awake and playing video games all night instead of sleeping.  Or maybe, because you insist on leaving unused lights on for hours. . .  Jesus.  We don’t even leave Kidron’s bedroom when we are there.  Mainly because the freakin’ house is so messy, but also because we are recalcitrant about not wanting to see the douchi brothers who are always in the wider house.  It makes a person cantankerous to never sleep, put up with constant messes, and have to deal with these dudes not wanting to pay their own way.  Grrrrrr–leave already, and stop bothering us about OUR usage of the utilities.

I have to finish 3 paintings today.  I will tie Kidron’s arms behind her back so she can’t paint so quickly. . .

Things are Still Not Improving [4-16-10]

11 Jan

I’m still not loving my job.  I predict it isn’t going to get any better for me if it hasn’t done so in the last 6-7 months.  I also prophesize that management will not be pleased that  I want out of there–hospitals are notorious for keeping people even if they don’t like them just to have a body there.  Veterinary hospitals hate change, hate new people, and hate change more than anything!  I have to remember not to feel guilty about wanting to leave.  Having a bad omen about your future at a work place is a terrible feeling.  I want to LIKE my job!  I need to do what’s best for myself and my future career–those people don’t care about me!  My auspices tell me I could get stuck (at a job I hate) working 40 hours a week, unable to leave and pursue my own interests.  Why hold back for them?  I will not let that portent come true so I need to quit–while I still can.  Now if I only had TIME to make a change. . .  I presage that I will be much happier elsewhere–ANYwhere else.

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Stupid Seattle is getting Slightly LESS Stressful [3-18-10]

11 Jan

My normally sagacious boss is  a human karaoke machine.  He got “Zombie” stuck in my head after we saw Zombie Fok today.  Anyway, Thursday is my favorite day at work.  All the perspicacious coolies are there, and none of the not-so-sage shit-heads.  It’s a nice change.  It’s unfortunately also the day I get off every other week and the 7th day in my 7 in a row stretch.  Too bad it isn’t Mondays I alternately get off–I HATE fucking Mondays.  I finally judiciously placed an IV catheter today after a week of totally sucking and blowing them (no pun intended).  It was too bad though cause after I got it in, the pungent dog started to “rodeo” and pulled it back out before it could be taped securely.  Next week, next week I’ll be more astute with my technical skills.

This job is the best I’ve ever had for discounts.  Joey got her first exam, a FVRCP, and rabies vaccines for just $5!!!!!!  It’s totally awesome.  My MO job paid well and gave me $3,000 bonuses twice a year, but they definitely charged me more than $5 and would NOT (wisely so) give any discount to significant others.  I guess it all evens out in the end.  Enough work though–I’M OFF FOR 3 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tomorrow:  The big Indigo Girls concert!  They are one of my faves, and I haven’t seen them since 2006 when I went to the Saint Louis, Columbia, AND Kansas City concerts all in a row.  I’m excited to take Kidron.  Even though she’s all shrewd and pretentious about music and only favors electronic and Dave, I think she’ll really get on to the Girls.  I love them so she’ll understand and appreciate I’m sure.  I’m gettin’ some merch.

Because I got PAID from the girl who take my irritating empty room.  Not only do I NOT have to pay acrid rent, but she’s slowly paying me the $900 deposit.  It feels so good not to be weighted down by that caustic place anymore.  What a relief to cut ties with that ghetto, piquant situation.  It was really dealing a sharp and stinging blow to my psyche.

What else?  I’m an ITSJ and Kidron is an INFP.   think they poignantly hold true–for me at least. . .

Random Blog [3-5-10]

11 Jan

My adverse work week was dissident and shitty.  I am getting more and more antagonistic and hostile toward that job.  The ethos there is just contrary to the way I work.  A work culture where nobody chats, no one cares about each other just leaves me feeling empty and depressed.  Let’s not re-hash the entire thing.  I do not even want to think about that unfriendly environment!  I am puzzled why no one initially (within the first 2 seconds of meeting me) liked me, and confused why management, co-workers, and clients alike are either completely frigid to rude to me.  Also I am vexed by the terrible behavior and ethics that are accepted around there.  The whole philosophy of AVH is one I don’t really like:  Bend over for the clients.  We give them same day appointments, let them watch everything we do to the animals, and really have a commercialized “the customer is always right” belief.  Guess what–when it comes to medicine, nutrition, animal care in general, the customer doesn’t always know best!  It is bothersome the clients can walk all over us, irritating that staff is allowed to do nothing during the day, and annoying some of my co-workers are snippy or downright mean and get away with it.  Take home message:  When you start acting like a stupid, recalcitrant bitch, just retire on your own accord so others don’t have to “deal” with you.  Just because you are irked does not give you the right to scream or throw things-Jesus!  Grow up.  Thank you.  I am nettled by one unfair thing or another every day I go to work.
If you are a landlord, especially in Seattle, go fuck yourself.  I am so provoked and exasperated over the Seattle-housing situation it is unbelievable!  You people make me inimical with your stupidity and laziness and ghetto-ness.  Nuff said.  I may be getting a lawyer so I no longer have to think about it.  No use being peeved 24/7.

It’s my day off–yay to that!  I am about to write to Fall Out Boy.  I have this claim without justification about “Dance Dance.”  I know this is the proper name and lyrics of the song.  I presume that the original version that the band FIRST wrote was probably called “Distance.”  Listen to the song, it would make a lot more sense.  I’ll bet that as fans listened, they appropriated the entire meaning of the song.  They would probably belt out what they thought the catchy “lyrics” were and instead of constantly correcting everyone, the band just took the new lyrics eventually.  I’m going to write them to ask if my arrogated theory is the case.

One more thing.  I’m talking to Kidron this morning, about some singer I saw, blah blah.  I tell her this whole story and she is looking at me as if she is listening.  Then, I finish and at the appropriate time for some response she says, “You’re welcome.”  Taken aback, I thought about what I had thanked her for. . .  Nothing.  Weird, I didn’t know what the hell she was talking about.  I looked at her confused and wondering what that pertained to.  She said, “Oh, in my head you just thanked me for coffee.”  Ok. . .  So apparently real Laurel and imaginary Laurel were both talking at once?  Strange moment.

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Slap a Bitch [original post 3-2-10, vocab added later]

11 Jan

JUST because you are a doctor, does not give you the right to liberally abuse the tolerant staff.  Having a hizzy is not a peccadillo offense when it happens frequently!  I am as open-minded about everyone having a faulted, bad day once in awahile, maybe a misstep or lapse in judgement here and there.  But you are too generous in sharing your negative emotions and too lavish in the number of days this behavior surfaces.  I find this latitudinarian mentality only bested by the munificent response (or no response as the case may be) by the boss.  Employers are failing too, if they allow this sort of thing.  Inappropriate and unprofessional (by all)–mind your fricken’ permissive temper!  Touchy doctors are more than a minor offense–it’s detrimental to the whole hospital.  Their sins carry over into the tone of the workplace, staff, and yes, the care of the clients and patients.  The end.

PS-When can I find more progressive attitudes at a job?

Irritation with Seattle Scene [3-1-10]

11 Jan

I hate having a 30 min. lunch!  There is not a single second to falter–I have to run to get everything I need to do finished!  I can barely cook and wolf down my food, let alone rest, hesitate, or get anything finished in that time.  When you work 7 ten hour days in a row, it makes you behind on nearly everything.  I am not wavering when I say I need to change something at work to be happy.

Speaking of behind, I FINALLY pawned off that empty room to someone, and now my landlord is waffling dragging her feet producing a lease for her to sign.  Talk about oscillation–the story completely changed now that I actually DID fine someone.  This means if she changes her mind for whatever reason–I am still responsible to pay for the fucking room.  I need her name on the lease ASAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I also need to get rid of this vacillating, toxic landlord so I can quit going crazy.

I Have Finally Learned

31 Dec

I was credulously loyal to Mary, working for her on and off, for 7 years, and look what happened.  I worked for Noah’s Ark for almost  6 years.  Despite the fact Mary repeatedly told me I needed to work for the vet school, I stayed at the ark out of gullible loyalty.  Where did it get me?  I didn’t get into vet school–not due to Noah’s Ark, of course.  It maybe didn’t help my case though.  I also haven’t heard from those people in a year.  So why did I give up my life for them?

I haven’t been happy with Aurora Veterinary Hospital.  No one was especially friendly, and one of the vets was an outright bitch!  Though I naively worked hard and went above and beyond many times (taking Sunday kennel duties, changing the processor fluids on Sunday, etc. . .), they only nit-picked at me.  They did not appreciate my stellar work ethic in the least.  Also, Aurora wasn’t working with my schedule.  I am an honest, loyal person and don’t like to play dirty.  Instead of searching for a new job immediately (and against advice of trusted others), I was honest with management.  I requested a meeting telling them how worried I am that I do not have time to properly pursue my biggest goal–vet school.  To my face, they said they would be happy to work with me and give me a new schedule.  Then, when it came down to it, they blew off making changes, rescheduled multiple meetings, and reneged on any substantial schedule changes at all.  In the past, I would have stayed–however unhappily and at whatever peril to my own priorities and dreams.  Not anymore.  I did the ornery thing this time.  After I found out the two people I thought had my back at AVH (my boss and office manager who helped get me hired in the first place) actually didn’t give a fuck about me, I searched out tech jobs on Craigslist.  I was very hurt and disappointed ti find out the truth.

I honestly could do without the time-sucking nature of vet tech, dead-end positions right now, but it’s one of my few (legit) job skills and easy for me to secure.  Anyway, I e-mailed my resume’ to 3 jobs Thursday night last week.  By Friday, I had two interviews scheduled.  One office manager even called me from her cell phone on her day off to see if I could come in later that day.  Cut ahead–both interviews went well.  I got a good feeling about the smaller place–it reminded me of my hometown vet hospital before my (former) mentor there went crazy.  After an hour and a half interview, the Dr. informed me they didn’t actually have a position open.  WTF?!  He indicated they offered the job to someone previously and that person “sort of” accepted it.  The doc said that may change as quickly as tomorrow (Saturday) though and he would keep in touch.

Sure enough I got a call Saturday afternoon telling me they had an opening after all!  Of course the vet was going on vacation, then I have to work 7 days in a row at AVH, but after a working interview, I think I’m golden.  I don’t technically have a replacement job, but either way, when I went to work yesterday, I gave my letter of resignation to my boss (who never saw it coming) because this job just doesn’t feel right.  Why be so unhappy over a temporary, dead-end, loser job that has no bearing on my life?  It just isn’t worth the stress it was causing.  The next 2 weeks or month will probably awkward–you know, the normal gossip, questions, and possible anger, but I can get through it–cause at least I know I’m leaving.

I am relieved!  Happy to be reordering my priorities, glad to be away from Dr-bitch and the rest of the icy co-workers and the horribly entitled clients, and excited to maybe meet decent people in Seattle.  Between my job and the awful housing situation, I have grown to hate (maybe unfairly) this effing place.  Perhaps happiness in all areas of my life is on the horizon.

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Baby Steps

31 Dec

I have always been empowered by a list, so maybe making this one will make me feel less helpless and frustrated and more monastic.

Firstly:  Get out of Seattle!

Get Cool out of the frat house, and into somewhere more contemplative so she can save money, and we can sleep.
search for Spokane jobs
get temporarily cheap housing
give notice at AVH
leave!
get cavities drilled
save more money
get an apartment to stay
get all the stuff to Spokane

#2:  Save money, money and more money.

Work at said job
limit expenses
pursue financial aid
look for outside funding
combine resources and save like the dickens
look for scholarships
call Pullman financial aid office for questions
fill out FAFSA

#3:  Get a head start:

Write/schmooze 6 prospective letter of recommendation writers
study GRE
work on essay
hone job descriptions to be very regimented
do mock interviews
request transcripts

#4:  Do it!

Call the school and ask questions
pay for the appliication the day it opens-and be self-abnegating in filling it out
send everything immediately
write it all out early–be disciplined
check it twice, later

Stick to Your Guns

30 Dec

My Seattle friend wrote my other Seattle friend (I made 2 the entire year I was there) an invitation to have a drink, then opened the invitation up to a girl we all constantly complained about when I lived and worked there.  There was no gradation between the two mentalities either.  It made me feel bad to see it.  Did everyone dislike her because of me?  Was I the big trouble-maker and problem at Aurora Veterinary?  The lack of shades between their perception of her worried me–because as soon as I’m gone everyone is FB friends with the girl and going out with her?!  What the fuck!  How can everything change so quickly?  Shouldn’t it have happened in steps, at least?  It makes me confused.  I wasn’t even the girl’s biggest detractor. . .  Mostly, I don’t like having to compete at work.  I would rather drop out entirely than fight to restrain animals, draw blood, and complete lab work.

I’m tired so I’m grumpy.  Also, I’m sad.  I haven’t seen Cool in a week, because of her lame swing-shift training.  I hate her job already!  She’s fucked with her normally scheduled hours too:  6 AM to 2:30 in the valley, half hour drive away.  Even if I had a car, or could afford one and we didn’t have to car-pool she would be screwed.  As it is we’re both super-screwed!  I hate not having the means to get my own transportation!  Hate that my Jetta broke down. . .  I could ride the bus, but then I’d have to wake up around 5 AM anyway, and I’m afraid to walk (and stand) at the bus stop by myself.  There are a lot of homeless people around and I have a phobia of them.  Bad scene.

Thirdly, I have subtly been trying to get sick.  I hope I do not–cause October is my favorite month (though festivities were put on hold for my mates’ training), Halloween is awesome, and our one year anniversary is fast approaching.  I am ill-prepared for the big one-year, and am not certain I can drum up enough funds to do it right.  So there is no time for sickness, or even the nuance of it.

ugh-blah!