About This Blog
A blog about my life, universe, etc. At any given time you might find something endlessly interesting or just me ruminating on something else, which no one (not even myself) finds interesting. That's the way blogs go, I suppose. Anyway, I was eleventh in line, and you weren't. Hah!
Scripture of the Moment 2 Nephi 2:27 Wherefore, men are free according to the flesh; and all things are given them which are expedient unto man. And they are free to choose liberty and eternal life, through the great Mediator of all men, or to choose captivity and death, according to the captivity and power of the devil; for he seeketh that all men might be miserable like unto himself.
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-- If I find something through the efforts of another blogger (in fact, of anyone I can link to), I'll credit them with a link (the style of such a link is pretty much up to my mood, so don't expect consistency in that area).
-- My comment policy is listed below.
I like comments, and I'll keep them activated. HOWEVER, if you want to start a flamewar, go somewhere else. If you want to get me to start arguing with you about Ohio State vs. Michigan, whether Mormons are Christian, how stupid being spoiler free is, or pretty much anything else inflamatory (inflamatory is in the eye of me in this case -- if you don't trust my judgement, too bad), go somewhere else. All links to pornography, all instances of vulgar language, and anything else I don't think is appropriate for my sisters, brother, neice, and nephew to see (ages 1-18), or quite frankly appropriate for ME to see, will be edited as I see fit (probably with links to something else, or alternate words, or what have you). All spam comments, including blatant off-topic self-promotion, will be deleted. If you've been banned, feel free to email me; if you're uncivil, please know that I'm interested in finding out exactly how many people I can add to my killfile without bringing my processer speed to zero, and don't mind using your address in my experiments. I reserve the right to delete and/or ban anyone I want. If you need to say it that badly, go get your own blog. They're free, you know.
A Note About Chatting and Emails
I'm not what you would call an extremely social or extraverted person. As a matter of fact, I tend to test 100% introvert on Myer-Briggs and other personality profile tests. Therefore, please be aware that most of the time, if I don't already know you (either in person or through weeks/months/years of email contact) the chances are I won't be very talkative if you IM me. I like having a long time to consider what I say, and that goes double for what I say to total strangers. Please don't think me scary, rude, hateful, or even just someone in a perpetual bad mood, if chat efforts are unsuccessful. Quite frankly, it's probably better for you to go find someone else to chat with, unless you have something significant to say. And if it's that important, you should probably email me. Which reminds me to let you know now that if you do choose to email me, it might be days, weeks, months, years, or never before I email you back. It takes a lot of energy for me to come up with replies to random inquiries from strangers, and most of the time there's something I'd rather be doing instead. Your understanding is appreciated. I'm not saying don't try, I'm just saying -- have minimal expectations, okay? Thanks. Oh, and if you DO know me, don't treat this statement as an excellent excuse not to talk to me. You know who you are.
The last twelve hours have been an absolute unqualified *nightmare*. Let me just say up front that I'm already usually not in the best of spirits coming off of a 2:30am closing shift (that is, a shift where we have to close down all the registers, do stock -- in this case locate, transport, fold, and stack several thousand strollers -- and leave the park at 2:30am). And I'm usually not in the best of spirits when my car won't start and I have to take the bus. And I'm really not in the best of spirits when it turns out that the buses have a three-hour delay that just started, and that I have to kill those three hours by watching TV in a breakroom while the entire resort is deserted (except for security and custodial types). When all of those things happen all at once, suffice it to say that my spirits are so far from best, I can't come up with a good word to describe the distance. I've also only gotten 3 hours of sleep since yesterday.
The only good news is that we didn't have to pay a towing fee, because the tow truck guy came to the DL Cast Member parking lot and banged on my solinoid (sp?) and lo, and behold, that evil little device (which is faulty in all the Ford Tauruses -- or is it Tauri -- sold from like 1988 to 1997) was the culprit. AS SOON AS he tapped on it (with a "jack handle"?) the engine started just fine. I spent two hours on OCTA buses, I walked for a mile from the bus stop to home, I had to go to a doctor's appointment with NO sleep (my brother and sister woke up just as I got home -- they were relatively quiet though, because I threatened them with bodily harm) and it's all the fault of the FOUR different automotive places that have NOT fixed that solinoid thingy (they replaced it once, but I think it was with another faulty one because these difficulties are going on year 13...). I convinced my dad that I don't want to give the car up for several days only to get it back with a muttered "there's nothing wrong, please give us $100 for not helping you at all" result. He's gone to buy a 18 inch steel rod so that if it happens again, *I* can tap on the solinoid thingy. And, later this week, I'm going to buy a monthly pass for the bus -- if I use it sixteen or more times per month, it'll pay for itself (it costs $16.50 because I'm a DL CM, it takes roughly $2.50 in gas to get from home to DL now, AND you get a commuter alternative bonus each day you take the bus or a
bicycle or whatever to work, instead of driving ^_^).
The extent of my disorientation can be expressed in the facts that I never did brush my hair (it's up in the braid I created before falling into bed), that I forgot to change my shirt and so I'm wearing the one I slept in (though only for 3 hours), and that I found The People's Court *terribly* intriguing during my long wait for the tow truck guy.
Unfortuantely, I ended out sleeping 14 hours straight after I went to bed (at a perfectly respectable 11:30pm) and was supposed to start work at 11:45am the next morning. So now I have icky attendance points on my record, and I *really need a shower*. They let me come in, though, even though I was almost three hours late by the time I got there, which means I didn't lose a whole day. Bad part? When I got out to Katella lot, at midnight (I had a rehearsal, too), the car wouldn't start again! I tried twisting a hangar into a shape that would reach in there and bang on the right part of the engine, but that didn't work (I also didn't have enough light to do it). Thankfully, me fussing with the hood open drew the
attention of T&P (Transportation and Parking), and a guy came over and helped me out. It looks like the "let's bang on the starter/solinoid" method only works if one person is banging and the other one is trying to start the car. Maybe it's time to start carpooling... *cough*. On my next day off, I'm going to take it in to have it looked at. There are scuff marks on the starter now, so it should be obvious as to what the problem area is, and the lengths to which I must go to fix it... posted by Sarah at 1:52 PM. |