Chilly

So, that last post was stupid, wasn't it? hahahaa...Lord, I'm dumb. I can't be arsed to just delete it either.

The weather's getting tremendously colder. I'm almost sort of relieved, but I know I'll be sick of it all too soon. The wood in the stove feels good for now, though, and it's nice to snuggle up to Dave under the covers. I wonder how this winter will be, considering how the summer has gone. On one hand, I hope for lots of snow, so there will be snomobilers and such at the store, but on the other hand, I hope it's an "off" sort of winter, not so cold, with not so much snow. I worry about how everyone will pay to heat their homes. We have the little wood stove, but there's still the oil tank we have to fill...there are relatives of mine who rely solely on the oil heat, and won't be able to afford to heat their homes all winter long. I wish Bush and his oil buddies knew who they were affecting and how.

Speaking of cold, I did the photo shoot with Mea. It went alright, but I was freezing! Good lord, it was cold that night. I'm pretty pleased by how everything turned out. It wasn't an awkward situation at all, despite all the potentially awkward factors: Mea and I having gone to high school together, Kal-el's film crew being there spur of the moment, working in a room with glass doors. Ha. It was fun, though. I wore pink, pink, pink. I had my lovely pink pearls, pink panties, pink nails, and pink ribbon...and that was about it. Mea was really great to work for, very enthusiastic about everything. I would have liked to have been even more "model-y", but I wanted to be even a bit modest and not so showy. I'm waiting to find Mea online so I can see about getting the pictures (which apparently I get to use for myself as well). The narcissist in me is utterly ecstatic that I got to be a model. The rest of me is hoping I don't look too obese. I might...but even then I'm still going to love myself. I'm so fabulous. :p I'd love for my pictures to bring some traffic to the site, but I really hope it's not negative traffic. I might post a picture or two...of course, for myself. There are a couple of safe shots.

More later. I'm bored again.

SOS

Pretend this post didn't happen.
My previous post is up there now.


So...I didn't follow my own old standby rule:
Save Often Stupid.

Basically, two days ago, Blogger ate the lovely post I had written, so I'll sum it up because I'm really sick and tired of repeating it and writing it out over and over again.

I got the job at Tobey's.
I hated the job at Tobey's.
I quit the job at Tobey's.
I'm back at Burkettville General Store.

That's it, short and sweet. I went into more detail, but that detail is lost to the internet now. C'est la vie. If anyone needs that news, they'll ask me.

I'm doing a photo shoot with Mea. I really haven't talked with anyone about this because I don't feel like it. This is something I've always wanted to do, being the both the narcissist and artist that I am. I've always wanted to model. I'm really hoping I'll garner praise from this. That's mostly it. The end. We'll see how it goes tomorrow.

More later.

Yeah...so I'm quiet.

Been an eventful couple of weeks, I suppose. Let me give it to you in list form:

• Got the job at Tobey's.


• Immediately hated the job at Tobeys.


• Called Burkettville and got my old job back.


• Finished out first two weeks at Tobey's and left, squealing tires.


• That's sort of true. I didn't show up the last day. Bad on my part, but there wasn't much incentive either.


• Got a tremendous bout of allergies, causing me to be sick most of my first week at Tobey's.


• Got way too stressed out and missed a deadline for Come Together, of which I'm utterly ashamed.


• Am living with my parents on the weekends I work at Burkettville, and with Dave the rest of the week.


• Am doing a photo shoot with Mea Saturday.

I'll stop this list shit and get into the nitty gritty. So...Tobey's was an utter bitch to work for. Working there mostly made me realize how much I missed Burkettville. The women at Tobey's were sowhiny. Good fucking Lord. They had machines to do everything for them, and they still bitch all day long.
"Oh my god, I have to chop vegetables." You bitches have a chopper...one push, BAM, you're done. At Burkettville, you chop by hand, even [especially] the onions. Wah.
"We have to make so many pizzas." You have a machine that rolls out the dough for you. Try using a rolling pin on cold doughs that won't stretch. Wah.
"We have to clean this/wrap that/cook this or that." That kitchen was such a fake-o if I ever saw one. A pizza oven, a microwave, and this pretend fryer in a big metal box. Wah, bitches, wah.
And here's where I get whiny. I was there less than two weeks, and they had me opening that deli by myself (at 5:30 in the morning). Cruelty, I tell you. Then, they had the GALL to bitch at me when I didn't do something right, or couldn't get it out there in time. They're all whining they can't get shit done when there are three fucking people in the deli, and then they put a brand new person in there by herself and bitch at her for not being able to do it by herself. Honest to fucking god.
It was the hastiest, rashest decision I've ever made, but I think it was also one of the best, getting out of there. I feel like all the nervousness, all that anxiety and stress, has suddenly had the breaks put on...crashed into a wall even, and now I'm floating in a limbo of sudden happy change. I've turned a deaf ear to things that could concern me in my little bubble, so this week has been sailing right along.

Being back at Burkettville is almost comforting. So little has changed, it's almost like I never left. The locals hardly ask, which makes the transition all the easier, and they don't press into me when I do have to answer them. They accept that "I couldn't find a job and wanted to come back here."
The job seems easier now, too, since I like it for all it's worth.

I'm going to wrap this up because I'm getting bored.

I have a photo shoot with Mea on Saturday. I'm tremendously nervous and excited. I've got to be naked...but I'm going to be photographed. I hope the pictures come out fabulous.

More later...and not so much later as last time.