Yippie ki yi yay, mother fuckers! It's about time I get a day off. Getting up at/before the asscrack of dawn for seven straight days to go to work isn't something I wish to do often. Today's kinda like a Friday/Saturday/Sunday for me, and it's really Tuesday. Friday because I just got off work, Saturday because I have tomorrow off and then have to go back and Sunday because I just worked seven straight, so it's kind of like working Monday through Sunday. I've got it straight in my mind, but my body's hating me right about now. I don't like mornings, especially early mornings.
So while I'm on the topic, I might as well rant about my job for a while. Not too much, though, since I like my job. I work as a quality control tech at GPC, the Grain Processing Company. My job's not that hard, and it's the best temp money I've ever made. I work with a white powder called Maltrin, and run various tests on it (and try not to inhale too much of it- it's extremely light, and it just floats on the air if you disturb it, which happens every ten minutes or so. It's also really fucking sticky when it gets wet). I work around a bunch of old women, but they're not old-fashioned and they're pretty good-natured. And they put up surprisingly well with my somewhat odd tastes in music- I can get Finch, Alkaline Trio, Cold, Disturbed, the Hippos and Less than Jake in all in one day. I hope they don't think I'm bipolar or anything. The real bitch is that I work swing, and I don't get weekends off. This swing I only get 3 days on my favorite shift, 3-11PM, then less than a full day off and I go to 11PM-7AM for 5 days. That'll be pain, plain and simple.
Normally work's not bad at all, and it wasn't going badly today until a co-worker decided to "help" me. I was doing a kind of test, and it takes 10 repetitions. I was on #6, when she decided to step in and help me finish them. That started to screw me up; I almost ran the same test twice, and then she tells me just to stay back, and that I was "in her way." What the fuck? I didn't ask for her help, it wasn't her job, and I was doing just fine. Now true, she knows my job better than I do (they rotate duties, and she's been there for at least a decade longer than I have), but she butted in because she was just bored, and then she all but insults me when she interrupts me doing my job. For the rest of the day, I'm just irritated, and I can't think or work that well. So the work day ended on a bad note. But now it's over, and I get a day off, so my bitching is done.
On another note, I want to invent a drink called the Shaken Baby, but I can't for the life of me figure out what to add to it. Might start with a martini base and screw with it, might not. Any suggestions?
So while I'm on the topic, I might as well rant about my job for a while. Not too much, though, since I like my job. I work as a quality control tech at GPC, the Grain Processing Company. My job's not that hard, and it's the best temp money I've ever made. I work with a white powder called Maltrin, and run various tests on it (and try not to inhale too much of it- it's extremely light, and it just floats on the air if you disturb it, which happens every ten minutes or so. It's also really fucking sticky when it gets wet). I work around a bunch of old women, but they're not old-fashioned and they're pretty good-natured. And they put up surprisingly well with my somewhat odd tastes in music- I can get Finch, Alkaline Trio, Cold, Disturbed, the Hippos and Less than Jake in all in one day. I hope they don't think I'm bipolar or anything. The real bitch is that I work swing, and I don't get weekends off. This swing I only get 3 days on my favorite shift, 3-11PM, then less than a full day off and I go to 11PM-7AM for 5 days. That'll be pain, plain and simple.
Normally work's not bad at all, and it wasn't going badly today until a co-worker decided to "help" me. I was doing a kind of test, and it takes 10 repetitions. I was on #6, when she decided to step in and help me finish them. That started to screw me up; I almost ran the same test twice, and then she tells me just to stay back, and that I was "in her way." What the fuck? I didn't ask for her help, it wasn't her job, and I was doing just fine. Now true, she knows my job better than I do (they rotate duties, and she's been there for at least a decade longer than I have), but she butted in because she was just bored, and then she all but insults me when she interrupts me doing my job. For the rest of the day, I'm just irritated, and I can't think or work that well. So the work day ended on a bad note. But now it's over, and I get a day off, so my bitching is done.
On another note, I want to invent a drink called the Shaken Baby, but I can't for the life of me figure out what to add to it. Might start with a martini base and screw with it, might not. Any suggestions?
re: energy pulls
there are lots of reasons to do them; religious/spiritual, adrenaline, performance...etc...
people are just taking their desires and need for outlet to the next level.