The End is Nigh
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: Background Noise in Red Rock

Well, my friends, the end is nigh.  In two weeks I will emerge from the shadows and return to the world of the daywalkers.  *shudder*  Then again, maybe I'll just give up sleep and try to walk that fine line of twilight between the two worlds.

 But seriously, two weeks today I will be in the hospital just long enough to put me off work for a month.  And then a month from that, I will return to the hospital for just long enough to put me off work for another month.  And then....a moment passed.  :)  Anywhore, I'm hoping that in this respite from the working work I will be able to post on here much more often...well, when I regain the use of my hands, as they are the culprits forcing me to go to the hospital for quick surgical reasons.

As excited as I was when I first got this whole surgical news, my desire to be off work has waned considerably thanks to the fun antics of my midnight coworkers and regular customers.  I've discovered a much more fun realm than anything I've encountered thus far with the facets of my RL.  Sorta sad I know, but hey, those are the breaks right?  And no, I"m not bitter at all.  Mmmmm....fresh issues. 

Anyways, I'mma run away now.  Adios.

Here's My Babies :)
Mood:  chillin'
Well, here's the much mentioned, never really seen kittens.  These are the evil creatures that close all the windows on my screen, restart the laptop, clean the tables by pushing everything off of them, plant eating, chair-straddling, sock carrying, shoulder riding, key stealing, not-nearly-as-sneaky-as-they-think-they-are, drunken, freaked out kittens.  Aren't they just so cute you could yak? :)  On the left is Spaz, and on the right is Wreh, who was named after a stuffed kitten toy that my brother gave me for Christmas because she looks so much like it.  Spaz narrowly escaped the name Ritalin cause it had too many syllables when you're in a rush and need to scream at her.  Which, since she's the jumper of the two, is pretty often.  However she redeems herself by giving free massages whenever you happen to wander into our bedroom, where she becomes a drunken, lovewhore masseuse.  Also, she has been deemed the Pretty One, whereas Wreh is the Cute One.  Which she has to be in order to sucker you into getting close enough so she can turn into a furry kitten slipper by attacking your foot, and then when your down she jumps on your shoulders to further you humiliation and show her dominance over you :)  Aaaahhhh, my babies :)o

Last of a dying breed
Mood:  down

Sometimes, it sucks to be the last of a dying breed.  The Midnight Worker.  Or at least, it's a dying breed around here.   So basically, it's just me and the kittens.  Which is alright most days I guess.  I get lots of furry affection, and when they're actually awake they're pretty entertaining.  I've been introducing them to the outside world via their little kitty harnesses, and they've been introducing me to things like, napping on the couch, or knocking things down just for fun.  Can't get into the crunchy food though, that's where I draw the line.

 And really, I should be so productive right now.  I mean, I have tons of time to say, clean my house, work on my school stuff, exercise, generally better my person.  I have endless hours to think and rethink everything I do, have done, or possible will do in the future.  Also, I find new meaning in sitcoms and tv-edited movies.  And the best of all, I now tend to go and visit work when I can't stand the lack of human interaction anymore.  That or I just give up and sleep.  In fact, more often than not, I give up and sleep.  Just to pass time until I have something to do again.  Which is usually work.  Which I can't stand.  Ah well, I'm sure there's some happy medium in there.

But for now, it's me and the kittens until October.  Hurray for surgery to bring me back to the world of the night sleepers.  Although,  everyone will be working during the day...so it'll be me and the kittens...damn vicious cycles.

Awwwwww....
Ruv....twue ruv...;)

I give up
Mood:  cheeky
Now Playing: When I'm up I Can't Get Down-Great Big Sea

Okay, found one of my new favorite movie lines.  It hails from Batman Begins, and here it is : I won't kill you...but I don't have to save you.  I love it when people you usually hold up as having some sort of higher moral code can detach themselves enough to justify death.  And then just walk away.  This is the kind of revenge I'd like to have on people that piss me off, abject apathy in the face of their destruction.  Like pointing out to a robber the other places that cash is kept, etc, etc. 

But I'll probably never get a chance to test that theory.  Although it's now one of my favorite fantasies.  How else can you feel about a company that shows open contempt for it's long-term workers?  Because really, how else can you describe the act of cutting the hours of the employee who's been there a minimum of two years longer than the rest in order to accomodate the other workers?  Does that show how much they want to keep their long-term employees?  How much they care?  I'm sure in their own twisted way it does.  Because that's how corporations work.

i do think it would be fun though to have a bunch of people write to their head office, and complain about how the owners of their franchises are treating their employees :)  not hinting at all people...not. at. all. lol

Wow
wow...I wonder if anyone reads this anymore? If so...sorry it's been so long, and if not...well then...fudge ya

Oh Joy...Back to work
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: Raygun-Matthew Good Band
Well, my two week nap is over, and I am back to the grind. Not supposed to be back yet, according to my dr. but what do they know right? Money rules the world, and thus I work again.
It's weird, cause everything seems so small now. It's like watching a rerun through the window of someone else's house. It's the same old shit but it's windowed off, and far away and you feel like you shouldn't be watching it but you have no choice somehow.
And then there's all these realizations that come along, like bludgeoning epiphanies, and you try to go over options you don't have, and there's never enough time because when you do have time, you do nothing.
And then you get that final realization that just knocks you right off your ass. The realization that what you're doing is killing you, mentally and physically. And you're not sure if that's the scary part, or if the scary part is that you just don't give a shit.

Free Fallin'
Mood:  down
Now Playing: Smile Like You Mean It- The Killers
Well, it's not the best form of free fallin'. It's the type where you feel as though you just got up the courage to jump off the plane and half way down you realize the parachute is some comical rubber fish tied to a string instead, and there you are, somewhere between earth and sky, realizing that when you hit one, you'll theoretically be going back to the other.
But hey, everyone has those days right? Part of the human condition and all. And there's nothing wrong with it. Just a mood. I'm sure it will end at some point. It usually does. Bad part about too much free time on an enforced vacation is that eventually you have to use your brain because the rest of you feels broken, and at that point, the brain is just not up for happy conversation.
And then you realize that, oh god, you will be going back to work soon...*shudder*

What to do on Enforced Vacation...
Mood:  chillin'
Now Playing: Consequence Free- Great Big Sea
Well, here I am, on a two week, unpaid, enforced vacation from work. I guess they don't really want you to work yourself to death, just so close to it that you lose all sense of reality. Anyways, here I am, all restless and feeling like I should be doing something productive. Which I guess is totally against the whole time off theory.
Should I really be planning projects and going, Oh now I can clean out my basement if I spend a few days straight of hard labour that I could've been getting paid for if I was at work, or just sitting around finding out what day time t.v. show will kill the most brain cells? Is this really just a rest and regroup opportunity, or is this where I pick up steam and find a way to change my life for better or for worse?
Of course, the pain meds they gave me that I Just found out (they didn't feel the need to warn me about this) will make me sleep for about 24 hours at a time, Kinda make those big decisions for me.
Either way, whether I do something, or do nothing, I'm gonna try to write about it more on here, cause hey, till June 3 I've got more time than I have stuff to fill it with. And now, off I go to kittens and coffee.

F*** Tom Hirton's in it's stupid a**
Mood:  irritated
Yeah, the title totally says it. I'm so tired of some stupid coffee shop being so high and mighty that it expects it's workers to literally work themselves to death. Never, have I ever seen or heard of a company that just has so much contempt for the people it employs. It's friggen ridiculous. For the amount of work related injuries that so many have had, and for the poor working conditions so many are subject to, I'm surprised that someone hasn't filed a lawsuit of some kind that just totally wiped them out. And "Always Fresh"? Fresh as a dump my friends, a chalk full, rancid, fetid, fly swarmed dump in the middle of a heatwave. And with that, I. Am. Done.