PlanetSomsom

Week on the river was alright. Kind of disappointing, really, since the weather was really off and on in the worse way, and people were just as off and on as the clouds. Often, we were alone with a couple movies and a pack of cards so there were some frustrating moments where I’d just rather be home, you know, feeding my fish.

Fish are fine. They look pretty good, actually.

Didn’t even get to go on the good float down the river this year, due to everyone just running around elsewhere. Every year I go, I tell myself to just jump into the freezing cold water like every one else for a change, and usually I stick to my absolute hatred for cold temperatures instead. But the other day I swam around a bit until I just got too cold. Then we took a little detour into some other shallow areas of the river that were actually pretty fun to splash around in.

It’s funny, that every time I go on vacation there’s some little “what if’s” in the back of my mind the entire time. I booked an exact week off of work for etiquette’s sake. Well, at my last job, they like it if you book off a ’schedule’ week to make it easier for everyone involved. So, since this place I’m working at now seems to either have no rules at all, or like to keep all information a big huge secret, I figured I’d make it easy and book a schedule week off, despite the fact that I would only work a couple of those days anyway. So my vacation would technically be over on a wednesday. Of course, I’d come back on thursday, because I don’t work thursdays. I’ve NEVER been booked for a thursday. My schedule never changes. Ever.

EXCEPT OF COURSE WHILE I’M OUT OF TOWN.

ha ha… heh heh heh. I have no pity. Really.

So they called me YESTERDAY NIGHT. To tell me that I am scheduled THIS MORNING to work.

Yeah, no. At least I doubt that people will be angry. Because seriously. That’s fucked up. I just got home an HOUR ago. I just want to laugh. I swear, these people just pull these tricks out of their hats for kicks or something. Part of me is worried that I fucked up, but most of me, the SANE part of me can hardly believe what just happened. :D

Anyway, great. So now I have to call them to find out what other aspects of my schedule they’ve decided to mess up without even telling me. Of course, after the boss goes home. In like, one minute.

I shouldn’t be this surprised.

Today is sick fish day.

For ONCE, it’s not right before I have to go to work. It’s annoying when that happens. It’s like, oh, my fish is very sick but I won’t be home much in the next three days so… SORRY FISH.

But no. Poor Symus. That guy has so many issues. Coincidentally, he is the only one I have that’s from Petsmart, and the other two are more interesting. I’m hoping the fact that the others are so interesting means that they were bred from sllliigghhttly higher quality lines. I mean, we’d all love an aquabid fish, but shipping’s a no-brainer decision against it.

Symus is definitely, without a doubt, a fish that was bred from a long line of pet store quality veil tails, and who knows what something like that would turn up. He’s probably from the shallow end of the gene pool if you get my drift. (duh)

So maybe that’s why he’s a pain to take care of. Why he keeps eating himself. Why he’s the only one with a severe jumping problem. The only one now (so far, and hopefully) with a bit of fungus. Same crap that got Edgar so long ago. I’m much more prepared this time so maybe Symus will get lucky.

Spent too much cash ( again ) where lesser people would just flush the guy and get another. Had to get a small hospital tank, new thermometer, bubbler tip, stress coat. Testing a new heater, though the tank is too small for it. Hopefully he won’t get boiled. Thus, I am spending the whole day with this darn fish, monitoring his temps and what not. Boring. Boring for him too. All my silk plants are warped and fucked up because I poured boiling water over them. Didn’t think about the plastic stems. Whoops. It’s a very…. low garden now :D

Other fish are not impressed. Hmm.

Neighbours are driving me nuts!

Just about every night in this past week I’ve only been allowed a few hours of sleep. It’s particularly frustrating on nights where I’m already only getting a few hours of sleep. SHUT THE FUCK UP PEOPLE!!

:D

Seriously. First off, the parenting sucks. I know I’m not a parent, and my ability to handle my sister better than mine own doesn’t hold much merit, but when a three year old is yelling at the parents and the parents are yelling at the three year old, there’s no denying a lack of brain cells there. I’m pretty sure the mother upstairs can take a toddler. I feel like whenever something retarded is happening up there, the easiest solution is to pick the little fucker up, and throw him in his bedroom. But no. They try to reason with it and fail. Whatever.

I don’t care.

I DO care, when they leave the child alone in the house at night. He screams and screams and screams until 3am. Before I thought that the parents were somehow able to ignore the screaming. Like maybe they’re having the worst sex in their lives or they’re passed out over piles of crack - WHATEVER. But no, she came home at 3am to scream at her kid some more. I CAN’T SLEEP.

Then there’s the incident where the mother is screaming on the phone for two hours. I didn’t get to sleep until 4:30am. Before WORK. I was an hour late. Thanks, jackasses.

I feel like I should leave a note telling them that they have zero privacy and should shut the fuck up. Tell them about every detail of their sex life that I can hear. Tell them that their cat is pretty sick for a housecat. But I don’t want to start some neighbour wars. They have way more firepower against us. They’re already controlling my sleeping patterns! auugh.

And yeah the cat. Poor thing. Comes down to our door all the time, skinny, hairless and covered with scabs. I’d move again, but there’s no where to move to. I need laundry. I need a way to get to work. I need a place that I can AFFORD. There are none of these things right now. none. nada.

well okay. My hair is definitely darker now. And smooth. Took a couple days.

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Job is frustrating. I’ve been “promoted” twice this year without actually being promoted. At least three teen boys have been hired since january, all who have been promoted before me within a month of their hiring (though only to randomly quit when they didn’t feel like having a job anymore).

I’M GETTING PISSY.

It’s funny, because I’ve been partially trained for everything. I’ve been DOING prep work for seven months, I just don’t get the recognition for it. I don’t get the benefit of prep (more money, free food). I just get to do twice the amount of work. Someone else who has been there for a long time who does wash dishes and do prep is the only one who is allowed free food though technically he’s a dishwasher. I don’t know what he does different from me. I can only assume it’s because he’s a man, and I’m a woman. I’m not the only woman who is held back at work. There’s at least two of us, possibly three, who all want to move ahead but can only watch irresponsible kids who don’t NEED the money step ahead of us, only to disappear when it’s inconvenient. It’s frustrating.

I know I sound bitter, but seriously. I know my job is what I do for money, not what dictates who I am, but come on. I’m just not reaching my full potential just rinsing dishes.

btw: what is it with men and bathrooms? It’s like a horde of children come running through there. The ladies room hardly ever has even a scrap of paper on the floor, but the men’s room? It’s like someone’s taken a roll of paper towel and passed it around until the roll’s empty. I don’t know why people feel the need to stuff more of it in the urinals. THAT really doesn’t make sense to me either. I know I should feel lucky that I haven’t had to scrape poo off the walls or anything, but it’s ridiculous the kinds of things that men (and apparently ONLY men) will do.

He shimmers like an opal. Very cool.

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Had to work last night so didn’t get to try the caca brun until 1am. It was unpleasant. That stuff, when heat is applied, smells very much like seaweed mixed with wet cigars. wrapped my head up with cling film, pulled a shirt over my pillow (which is funny looking, actually). Woke up at 6am. Dunno why both my arms were hurting like a bitch. Maybe it was from work. Either way the smell was getting to me so I washed it out.

Washing it out took forever. blugh. Anyway I’m still a little disappointed. John thinks it’s a bit darker, but I don’t know. Maybe. It certainly isn’t softer. It certainly has the volume that was promised, but it’s hard to tell because my hair just naturally poofs up in ridiculous directions when I wash it.

I still have two or three applications out of this block. Anyone want some?

Waiting for my batteries to recharge so I can take pics of oscar. What shitty timing.

I’m also ridiculously impressionable today. Already I’m thinking of going to McDonalds (it’s been probably at least six months so no big deal) and other things casually mentioned are penetrating my brain. So don’t casually convince me to do something crazy because today’s apparently the day to ask for favours.

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First off, I’m trying LUSH’s Caca Brun. I’m sick of my hair being so flimsy and mousy coloured. Didn’t really want to kill it further with chemicals so I’m giving the henna a shot. Also too much of a pussy to try something stupid like a different colour, so I opted for brun. Still was a little worried because someone said they didn’t like the reddish tinge that came with it anyway.

Did one strand test for a few hours last night - no visible difference. Maybe I didn’t leave it on long enough, right? So I did a larger strand test over night. Still… no colour difference at all. So either my mousy brown isn’t as mousy as I thought, or it’s just not working. Works for everyone else, so maybe I’m just blind. Maybe my hair is also softer than I originally thought, because it doesn’t FEEL that much different either. I’m confused. There’s a very subtle difference I guess when I touch it. the other side of my head has a dry kind of feel in some places, like tiny tangled straw. The other side is a bit smoother. But then again, it’s the only side i’ve brushed so no reliance there. I’M DISAPPOINTED.

I think I’ll try the Marron one later. I’m still going to do the full treatment of the brun, since it probably does make hair softer. It’s all cocoa butter. Maybe I’ll be a better judge after the real thing.

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I try not to think about it too often, but this whole family thing is pissing me off. I’ve been pretty patient when it comes to getting information about the meltdown that is my family, but my uncle dying was the first time in a LONG time that several extended families finally met up together. Mind you, a lot of people weren’t there, but those who were there are the most troublesome. I’d never really gotten my brother’s opinion on anything, and I know that he experienced it the worst, so when I got a little of his insight, everything in my mind just changed. So now I’m craving more input.

More! more!

I feel like an investigator working off of clues. Little bits and fragments of conversation I’ve overheard. Tiny chunks of memories i’ve lost from the viewpoint of others. The things people are more willing to say out loud while my parents aren’t around.

I feel like I should make an actual effort in actually finding shit out. Because what I’m discovering is that everyone thinks that I already know what’s going on, I just don’t. Because everyone acts so flabbergasted when I give a blank stare when they mention some mundane detail about my childhood. It’s driving me nuts. What’s all the secrecy and anger about, huh? Out with it! Why is so and so not talking to whosit not impressed by whatshisface? Why does everybody hate my mother when I thought she was so well loved?

I am a giant question mark.

And work is calling me. Ugh.