late nights, bright lights (original) (raw)

Hello my beautiful goldfish. I've miss you all.

I am moving in with my boyfriend in a few weeks. We just had our 2 year anniversary on Monday, and we'll be living together by June 1st. It's about 8.5-9 hours from here, and we got an apartment overlooking the tiny man-made lake in the centre of town. It's pretty nice. Small, but nice. And the landlord lives next door and she has a doodle and I'm allowed to go over and pet the doodle all the time. So. Basically the best ever. I'm sure I'll have lots of stories soon.

The town we're moving to is very... outdoorsy? I might have to become more outdoorsy. Adam loves machines that go VROOM. Not my style. I will take up very slow hiking. Possibly just napping under trees.

Work is very sad to lose me, obviously. We hired a new girl not that long ago (okay, long ago enough, like, October) and she's terrible. Very much regret from all the staff, but the people in charge of hiring/firing never work in the office, so they don't see how terrible and so she keeps her job while the rest of us mad scramble to clean up after.

I start a new job June 2, doing the same thing, but full time for more money, better hours, and benefits. Combined that with Adam's benefits that I'll be covered under, and it all adds up to I'M FINALLY GETTING NEW GLASSES, AFTER 5 YEARS.

I got bangs. They're pretty much the best thing I've ever done.

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I love you all, hope all is well.

Current Mood: excited

27 February 2015 @ 07:53 pm

If you're at all like me,

good because I'm awesome

you probably own some books you're totally stoked about reading but you haven't done it yet. Or maybe you have some great looking fic marked "to-read" somewhere and it's been there forever.

Join me in March as I embark upon a perilous quest to read one of each of these things. I'll report in to you as I go. :) Reading, eff yeah!

19 October 2014 @ 05:13 pm

So. I voted in our municipal elections today.

Here's what I wrote on the election survey after the fact.

"I was not on the voter list and had to be added the day of (Oct 19/14, at the [location I voted at]). The woman responsible for putting me in was not at the desk for the first 5 or so minutes while I was waiting, and then took a very long time putting the woman ahead of me in. She also talked WAY too loud regarding the woman's (and then my, and presumably everyone else before and after) personal information. I did not hear her asking the woman if she was sure about any of the information the woman provided, merely took the info and added her on. Then at my turn, she had to clarify with "are you sure?" after every single question. Including my name and address, as if my telling her, filling out the form, and providing my correct, gov't issued photo id was not enough, and maybe she thought I had forgotten my name and really had to make sure. Perhaps it's because I appear young, or perhaps because she was approaching her duties on the computer as if she had never, ever been exposed to one before. Finally, she directed me to the second desk to get my ballot. The woman at the second desk promptly proclaimed "oh, I can't help you." We had to wait for someone else to come over, then the two women at the second desk had to fumble through getting me a ballot, and again asking me if I was sure. And then they forgot to initial my ballot, so when I finally got to fill it out, I had to run around and basically start again. So thank you or the most painful voting experience I have ever had, and indeed, answering the question "why do we have such low voter turnouts?" Because the people we drastically overpay to volunteer at these things are beyond out to lunch. Thanks, Town of [my town]! (The women who actually took my ballot and cast it were lovely and competent, as was the man who told us which direction to go to find the vote location.)"

So much work for the same 6 old, rich, white dudes to get in like they have for last 20+ years, woooo.

19 September 2014 @ 12:27 am

So I've only worked 3 shifts so far this week and I've already had 4 people tell me they hit their animals? How? What? Why you tell people this? Strangers. You told some strangers this. Strangers that OBVIOUSLY like animals and are passionate about their proper care. Word for word this lady told us "he's been peeing everywhere, so I've been hitting him a lot. Do you think he might be sick? It just occurred to me." You know what occurred to me? That's you're a fucking asshole. (And yeah, he had wall to wall crystals in his urine, it's shocking he wasn't blocked.) I love that I'm allowed to be sassy (to a point) with clients, but fuck I wish I was allowed to also tazer them in the genitals when they say this shit.

Like seriously, do you go to the police station and tell them sometimes you burn buildings down? No, that's not quite the same. That would be if I was still in cruelty investigations (thank fucking lord I am not). It's like you going to the hospital with your offspring and admitting to the nurse that you like to pour boiling water on your baby when it cries, do you think the boiling water is what's making her skin all burned looking and peel-y? (Funny story, that's why our neighbour got arrested when we lived at B5. Trash town <3 [that's a sarcastic heart, ps])

In short, AUGH PEOPLE.

This is only the very beginning of my rant about work but I'm still too fired up and raw about the other shit (scheduling, mostly) that I won't even get into it.

Also I have a bunch of shit to tell you about all* the parts of my life that aren't work. I miss you LJ. I just had to share the extra awful clients with you. You're welcome.

* hahaha not too much since all I do is work.

07 September 2014 @ 05:26 pm

I miss you, LJ. I've been trying periodically to post something (I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL YOU) but work is slaying me and I've just been overwhelmed with life. I miss you, though, and I'll be back. Hopefully soon.

04 February 2014 @ 11:34 pm

So here's what's up in my life rn.

Good
- boyfriend is visiting on Saurday for a few days, and Mama is out of the country, so all the time alone
- work, for the most part, is going pretty awesome
- we've planned a trip to PEI this summer and that's VERY exciting
- i lost 10 pounds, so that's good too
- i'm going to be writing a big long post about sex toys soon, so... look out?
- i learned how to poach eggs (that's like, eggs 101)
- watching hawaii 5-0, this show fucking rocks

Bad
- we got new uniforms at work and they're pretty awful. bad colour, very scratchy, terrible fit and no options for personalization.
-hours at work are getting pretty intense. 6 days a week, every week.
- and i still haven't actually gotten the timefor the PEI trip approved
- plus, pretty good chance that if i go to PEI, my time off for wincon won't be approved
- hawaii 5-0 needs more kono

Ugly
- i fucking suck at modding, i need to pull my head out of my ass
- pepperoni died last week, poor sad little lizard

13 December 2013 @ 10:46 pm

I wanna just... AUGH for a second.

WHO DOES THIS.

Okay, so I'm about right on track for my monthly freaking the shit out about everything forever and crying for 2 days because life is too lifey. Boyfriend is working night shifts. He's on his first break. Sends me a Snap Chat of a propane blow torch (because of course he does). When I didn't reply, he texted to ask me what I was up to.

Me: Nothing. Reading. Tumblr. Sulking.
Him: Awww.
Me: Please come pet my hair until the future stops being scary. [incidentally, a thing on my tumblr dashboard at the time]
Him: Why is the future scary?
Me: Well, it's cold, for one thing. And I just feel alone.
Him: Very cold more blankets. Metaphorically alone?
Me: Just. Alone. All the ways. Alone in the wide world of human experience. Alone inside my head in all of space and time.
Him: Oh I c. But you have me.
Me: Blah, I know. Just feeling sorry for myself. ♥
Him: Your my world. Fyi. And my world is so much less scary when I know your in it. I'm very marshmallowy on this subject.
Me: Shush. omg wtf, SHUUUUSH. And you mean "you're" for all of those.
Him: Yes Miss Leen. ♥♥♥

I LITERALLY CANNOT WITH HIM SOMETIMES. I feel like he's Leslie Knope and I'm April Ludgate. Stop.

STOP.

30 October 2013 @ 09:12 pm

HOLIDAY CARDS.

Who wants 'em? Comments screened, so drop me your addresses. They'll be pretty generic Christmas cards, nothing religious, possibly with dumb shit written in them by me. Also probably pet hair.

HOW COULD YOU TURN THAT DOWN?

(Will mail them international, postage ain't no thang.)

03 October 2013 @ 11:14 pm

I owe you such a huge update. This is not that update. This is the pre-update update.

Subjects on next entry will include:

- the boy
- the dog
- the trip to Vegas
- the ongoing illness
- questions/discussion of birth control

BE PREPARED.

02 September 2013 @ 10:30 am

So. My life is a swirling vortex of suck right now.

No. I mean. It could be worse and I'm probably just whiny? But also, it sucks.

My hip hurts. A lot. All the time.

My grandfather, one of my favourite people of all time ever anywhere, has been in the hospital with a broken hip since 6th June. He was ~officially~ released from the rehab place on 29th August (long story, but he was going to stay an extra 2 weeks or so until we finished upgrading his apartment so he could stay there with grandma without too much difficulty). Except then on the evening of the 29th (incidentally, my grandmother's 80th birthday), he had what we thought at the time was a major stroke.

Rushed to hospital from rehab centre, my grandmother, mother, step-father, aunt and one cousin were there when mother sent her bff to come pick me up from my work mid-shift to go to emergency room to be there when grandpa died. Because that's what we were pretty sure was about to happen.

We said our goodbyes, he said his -- two words at a time in barely a whisper -- and then the night nurse was a vicious dillhole fuckface assclown pissbutt and kicked us out. Yeah, so. We don't like that nurse. At all. Grandpa was not stable, we had absolutely no guarantees he would make it til morning (and the doctors were pretty sure he wouldn't), he (grandpa) was begging us not to leave him, and he (nurse) made us all leave. :|

Well, grandpa didn't die overnight, the doctors reordered the MRI in the morning that they had ordered, then figured, 'actually no he probably won't live that long' and then cancelled the night before, and lo and behold, it wasn't a stroke.

We have no idea what it was. No one does.

Grandpa is stable, but in borderline poor/grave condition, STILL does not have a bed 116 hours after being admitted, and is still on a stretcher in the ER.

Which, you know, would make for a terrible fucking weekend for everyone involved, especially grandpa.

EXCEPT.

Remember how it was my grandmother's 80th birthday? Yeah, we planned a huge party. Family from all the fuck over coming in. Once we figured out we'd have a little lead time to prepare and get to the ER if grandpa did decide to die on us, he demanded that we have the party anyway.

Since we're the ones who live in town, my mother kind of spearheaded the event on Sunday. And the event on Saturday. And the second event on Saturday. And and and and.

I have not stopped moving since I went to work on Thursday. There are people everywhere. Talking. Loudly. Because that's what my family does. Everyone's leaving today, so people stopping by since 6am to say bye.

Uncle and cousin who were staying here (no one usually stays here, we have too many dogs, but there was no where else to put people) just left. Mother and stepfather have gone to buy a GPS. I am alone (with said too many dogs). There is the ringing in my ears that I can only associate with my family. Even the dogs at the kennel make less headache afterwards.

Going to see Grandpa today -- mama and I didn't go this weekend since so many other people were visiting and we've already pissed the hospital off plus Grandpa gets worn out so fast. And then I'm going to paint my nails, and then I'm going to sleep forever...

Or until I have to go in to work early tomorrow. :\

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THINGS. I will tell you things!

I purchased a sole proprietorship a few weeks ago and everything was approved. I am now a business. My business is called Sunshine Mermaid Friendship Club. I am looking into logo designs. Obviously. Also potentially webspace? idk what I'd do with it though.

Basically, if you missed my last boring post, I needed a ~business~ so I could get myself an American tax i.d. number -- an EIN. EIN now obtained also, forms sent to appropriate companies (twice, because I effed it up the first time), and now I am waiting on confirmation of receipt and a lower (read, 0%) rate of taxation from the IRS. On account of I have to pay the CRA and I'd rather not pay them both. No hard feelings, America, but I ain't American and I don't feel obligated or inclined to pay American taxes when there are tax treaties set up to get me a better (read, 0%) rate. SO. Long, boring story short, SUNSHINE MERMAID FRIENDSHIP CLUB.

I got something in the mail today from the IRS. So. I'll look at that in a few minutes.

Also waiting on my tax return from 2011-2012 (yeah, behind, I know) to come in so I can spend it. On something I really need. That's right, you guessed it!

Complicated and painful dental surgery.

Yay. -.-

I'm going to two weddings this summer and I bought a dress a weekend or two ago with my mama. It's actually super cute and hilariously, I got it from the petite section. That's hilarious because I am in no way petite.

Kiki is super gung-ho to stick her entire head in my mouth tonight. She is fucking bizarre.

Work is good, but hella, hella stressful these last 2 weeks. I am really looking forward to going back to my regular 29 hours a week for a week or two. This 55+ shit is killing me.

Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiinally started reading Hawkeye. Glory glory. *___*

Ahh, the ongoing woes of a tiny Canadian who wants to get a few bucks from the American government. It’s not like I’ll be making millions selling stories online, why must you take my 30%

My current options for utilizing the tax treaty (which is set up to protect me and my money, apparently) are:

1. Pay Canadian tax lawyer 400$ to file for my ITIN for me.

2. Mail my original passport to Texas for 4-8 weeks while it’s authenticated, pay 180$ plus shipping both ways to get ITIN.

3. Become sole proprietorship for 135$ here in Ontario, figure out now how to file my fucking Canadian taxes because that wasn’t hard enough, call IRS and get an EIN as opposed to an ITIN. EIN is free and can get over the phone in minutes…

4. Suck it the fuck up and lose the 30% royalties because this is all horrific.

5. Just stop what you’re doing and don’t self-publish. Go lie down and watch Avatar: the Last Airbender and laugh at Appa’s giant furry face.

My grandfather fell and broke his hip Friday afternoon, so things here have been stupidly busy. Also, went to North Bay for the All Heart annual fundraiser because I swore two years ago I wouldn't miss the next one, and staying home with my frazzled mother & grandmother would have probably given me an anxiety attack. So I went to N Bay and stayed with Katie.

The fundraiser was great, almost 2400$ between the silent auction, 50/50 draw, and ticket sales. I didn't win anything, but that's because I didn't bid. Everything seemed sort of... old lady-ish? And by sort of, I mean WOW a lot. That's cool, I wasn't looking to lug anything major home with me again.

Went to the rescue for Open House on Sunday, took T with us, so that was all nice. I love that goofy kid most of the time. Looong day, filled with ugly puppies. It was pretty good. :) My arms are all torn to shit because of puppy claws, but still not as bad as when McLovin used to try and kill me.

Got to removed staples from a dog who had had a kidney removed, so... that was pretty cool.

Work is amazing. I love my job. Well, my one job. Quitting at the pet store because they're super jerking me around on hours. But still at the clinic and still 500% loving it. Even today, when I feel like crap (stupid germs), I'm still stoked to go in this afternoon.

Now. I should really get to work on like. Writing something. Before I have to go back to the hospital.

Have the sequel/next part to the lady-centric mixed canon Avengers rock band AU that desperately needs to get written, plus my Sam/Dean mini-bang, and something for robotbigbang (sign ups are still open, desperately seeking artists, by the way!).

Someone remind me that writing is fun?

Someone sent me 20 roses, they just showed up at my door, why is this a thing, who did this?