Wednesday ::[MATURE CONTENT]::

It is Wednesday, which is my Thursday because in a four day workweek, Wednesday doesn't exist. Tomorrow is my Friday, which makes me happy! Because that means I can go to the post office, the bank, and run all the other errands I need to run on Friday, which is my... first Saturday? I'm not sure what to call it, but it means that I always have 3-day weekends. At least unless I get another part-time job. Yay errands.

So, I had to go back into the database at work and switch statuses of a billion images. And found out that the computer does "screen sharing" which means my boss can fiddle with my computer when we are screen sharing. He decided to do this just as I was scanning this image:

So his response was, "I didn't know you were into porn." And I responded that I was scanning it for a professor, which is the truth, and he said, "Uhuh. Suure." And I am not sure if he is kidding or not. He usually jokes a lot. And it tends to be that, even if I am not guilty I sound guilty just because I get flustered at the implication that wrongly accuses me.

Domino and Princess are running around like mad at tehir sudden freedom to romp together in the house. Princess is still whiny and still has a funny buldge in her abdomen, but they say it is okay, and that it can take months to go down. Domino seems to be fully recovered from her operation and stitch removal.

The garbage disposal is broken. Some glass got down into it without our knowledge when the cup broke, and now it doesn't work. Josh is gonna get maintenance on it today. Or if they are not here today, file a maintenance request for it to be fixed. Though, I don't have high opinions of maintenance so far, as they have permission to enter and have yet to fix the things that were broken when we arrived. It has been two months. But hopefully they won't freak out since the garbage disposal was, in fact, a complete and total accident.

I found where I can get adobe products for about half price. Well, half the listed price on the official website. It is a student discount through techhead. Too bad I still don't have the money for it, even at half price. Fuu! I really really would like it for my work. And for personal art, too. Too bad they won't let me pay in increments. *sigh* Anyone looking for a good Christmas gift for me? *bats eyes*

So I am goofing off at work again. I have about an hour and 40 minutes left of work. And I am facebook stalking my friend Solomon, who got famous for being in Twilight even though I knew him before then. As well as my other friends on facebook. I guess I am off to kill more time. I wonder if I need a hunting license to kill time...

Laterz.
~N

In which Nikki admits that she fucked everything up this weekend

So, I am a royal fuck up this weekend.

I went shopping at costco and spent waaaaay more money than I intended to. Therefore I did not have the money to go to my cousin's reception this weekend. So SHE is pissed off at me.

I was told somethingI didn't know was in the 'not to be repeated' category, so I said something to another person and caused a chain reaction worse than fuck that ended with three people pissed off at me at once and me in tears for the first half hour or more of work today. So that makes that move a maaaajor fuck-up. Should have been smarter. And before anyone asks, the topic is closed. To everyone. I am not talking about the details at all or about this anymore. This is just a "fuck, I fucked up so bad" statement and will be nothing more.

I totally almost forgot father's day. And when I did I called at an inconvenient time.

.... oh, and my cat Princess won't sit still and I am really scared that she will get a seroma because she won't stop moving long enough to keep it from happening. So we took her in to the clinic today to see if the bulge forming was, in fact, the dreaded seroma. Good news is it isn't. It is just something else causing a bulgey-ness. Just keep an eye out in case it gets bigger or in case it gets fluid-ey and squishy, because that would be a problem. I think the people at the clinic think that Josh and I are paranoid, since we keep bringing our cats in to get checked out since we don't actually know what a seroma looks or feels like except it is a bump the size of a marble or bigger and it is bad shit.

Domino gets her stitches out tomorrow, which will be fun, fun. I don't know if we are supposed to not feed her or not. I know for surgery you have to stop feeding her at 11pm the day before the surgery. And the surgery is usually the next afternoon. (Funny, Domino's stitches were black and Princess's were hot pink.)

On the bright side, things at the apartment are steadily improving. We are finding homes for everything in the apartment. We still lack a table, iron and ironing board, mixer, blender, chairs for said table, and some shelving for the bajillion books we have. Oh, and a proper dresser.

And Josh and I went on a picnic yesterday for dinner. It was slightly lame in that it was just sandwich stuff and cookies and soda pop as we sat in the middle of a path at the nearby park, but it was fun to get out of the apartment for dinner, even if it was cheap-cheap.

I am currently sitting bored at work. I have nothing to scan, no metadata to enter, and despite writing for a character and listening to a movie, I would greatly rather prefer I was doing something productive. I may update this again today if I feel like it. Since it is a blog and I know at least two people read it, I guess I should update it more frequently than I have in the past.

Okay, I lied.

I promise I won't go bald. I noticed that my hair was terribly uneven, and that with the weather in Salem I wanted to thin my thick native hair out again. It is definitely more of a boy's haircut, what with it being all short, but if I style it just right I look like a crazy escapee from a faery-story.

So.. here is a pic before it was cut. As in before the bitch of a hairdresser fucked up my hair.

And here is a picture of what it looks like now. It has been washed and dried since I cut it. Again, I held the scissors, and kind of like it uneven in this context. It is kind of foofy because I was playing with it all day and my hair has natural volume. Yeah, you people with flat hair have to try to get it to do this. I don't and I hate it sometimes. You must agree, when it is muggy as hell and refuses to rain, less is more comfortable. (Ignore the blemishes that are visible near the neck and on my shoulder. Damn muggy weather.)



Do I look like a faery-story escapee yet? Oooh! I should play dress up or something! ^^

When it is wet, it is more cracked out. Good news is that I won't be using so much shampoo... too bad Josh still uses a ton for his hair... which almost falls into his buttcrack now. Need to trim split ends anyway... but damn that is looong.

Okay, now I have twenty minutes left of work and have nothing else to write. My baby comes home tonight and will be drugged up and kind of funny to watch.

I tried Pepsi Throwback again, and forgot how much more I liked it. Oddly enough, when using actual sugar it tastes almost exactly like Coke with actual sugar. Interesting, isn't it? Well, at least there is no coke in Coke and they stopped slaughtering native plants for Pepsi.

So. I found out that the bank charges twenty nine dollars to stop a check from being processed. I asked why and she said "because we have to interrupt normal services". Bullshit. Just how the Bank actually makes money. That and ridiculous overdraft fees. They let you overdraft just to get those damn fees. And why is it 29 dollars instead of just flat 30? Weird.

So WU lost my check, never got from the mail center to Student Accounts. So I called and cancelled it and just paid online. Oh well. I just want to get it all paid off as soon as I can because next term's payments are being requested next month. Good luck of me finding the money to pay what I cannot. *sigh*

Five minutes.

Much love!
~N

Yeah

So it is week two at my job and apparently I am too fast of a worker. Then again, there is little work to do overall, since it is summer and most of the professors are gone. But still! this job was created with the idea that there would be 20 hours of work for me to do each week of the summer, and I feel like there should be more work. If there is nothing by next Wednesday I will be relegated to odd jobs here and there, which is more busywork but better than sitting around doing nothing. Like I am doing right now. (But hey, I am getting paid to update my blog!)

On the bright side, I might be able to bring my kitties to work one day, which would be fun. I love my babies! My boss is looking forward to meeting them. (The boss that is at the Art Bldg proper, who doesn't think of herself as a boss and is hilarious and fun to talk to.) And I look forward to meeting her sons sometime, since they sound like fun.

She said that one of her sons can imitate a furby. As in he has long lashes and similar eyebrows and delights in mimicking them. Kind of funny. When she said that he looked like a furby I asked "what would your son think if he heard you say that?" in a teasing tone. She looked at me seriously and said "he loves it!" ... Go figure.

In other news, Domino was fixed last Friday, and boy was she out of it. The hard part was that after the anesthesia wore off, she was back to being hyper as hell. We were trying really hard to keep her to sit still so she didn't get a seroma. (For those of you who don't know, it is a fluid-filled pouch that forms near an incision site if there is too much movement after surgery. Tiny ones are normal, but if they get too big the doctors have to take a big-ass needle and pull out all the puss-ey, bloody, fluid-rich ..well... fluid. Which is another painful medical procedure best avoided.) We tried using a kennel that we borrowed from SFOF, but she just went nuts in it and made in unsanitary in 20 minutes flat. So we cleaned it up, gave her a bath, which she hated, and thought of a new plan. We called a local pet hospital for advice, and said what we were doing at the moment (which was just temporarily keeping her in the cat carrier). They said keep doing that and she should be fine. Finally, we just left her in the carrier most of the time, letting her out every 30 min or so to let her use the litter box, eat, and drink.

It is Princess's turn to get fixed. We dropped her off this morning to get it done. We thought we could pick her up tonight but they need to wait until tomorrow to fix her, so she gets to stay there overnight. Apparently the vet who was gonna do it broke her toe... I know, I know, sounds lame... but broke her toe and could not do the surgery. I thought "so what? I break mine and I'd still go to work". But Josh brought up a good point: it could be bad to let someone operate on a kitten while thinking about the pain from a broken toe. Still.... is it gonna be that much better tomorrow? But anyway, it is gonna be her turn to be locked up, restricted, and drugged out on anesthesia. (BTW, Domino was, like, dead after she was spayed. As in floppy and we couldn't wake her up easily. So we let her sleep it off. It was actually kind of funny in a bad way. But that only lasted 5 hours or less.)

I noticed there are a lot of side comments in parentheses in this blog. I apologize, but that is how my thoughts are organizing themselves after four and a half hours of staring at a computer screen, inhaling the sharpie I use every half minute to label things in one room... at least it is air conditioned!

It constantly looks like I am not doing anything at work. Which makes it hard right now when I actually am not doing anything. But I keep having people come in the ONE minute I stop working to take a breather.

For example: finished scanning a book and uploading the images, have my movie running in the background, juuust minimized the window and glanced at the video screen as I turned to get another book... and someone walks in, which looks like I have just been goofing off and waching my videos. Sucks.

Another Example: today Alexis called me while on her break and I was at work. We chatted and I did metadata as I was talking. I had just finished metadata for one set of slides and affixing their labels for the database, and was laughing at something Alexis said. I turn because I hear something and notice someone walking in. And I am on the phone. With no metadata on the screen. So it looks like, once again, I am doing nothing.

So this is a long, rambly post with nothing, really, to do with anything. Josh and I are still getting used to living together. It is definitely different when we actually live together. Which kind of doesn't make sense. There is living together over the summer with your parents, and then there is living together by your own money and your own means, and getting used to each other as best you can. We argue, okay, disagree about stupid things, really. Like where the dishes go. Or where the towels go. Or whose stuff goes on the desk because we both have stuff and we both want to put it in places that is easily accessible and look nice. He wants his canvases in the living room, but they are just clutter and taking up space. He wants a couch and I don't. I want to keep the dishes where I put them, but he tries to put them where it makes sense for him and his old household. I want to use the mini fridge for drinks and he doesn't want to because he wants to keep our energy consumption down. But plays videogames. So it really is all stupid shit that we shouldn't be arguing about. But it comes with the territory of moving in together for the first time (officially) and him leaving his family back in Portland and not living close to him for the first time in his life. At least he isn't always telling me to do things a certain way because that is how his mother does it like some men I have heard of.

Well, enough rambling. My shift is over in 1 minute and I need to log out and shut down. If you actually read all of that, you are my lovely and I am honored you devoted all your time to reading this shit. Much love to you.

~N

Well Fuck

So, my job has no work for me to do. So I am sitting around bored being paid to sit there. As if I needed that.... I may also be getting a second part-time soon. Need that money!

In other news, my hair is shorter than in the last blog. I found uneven parts that bugged me so I cut them off. My car is busted because Josh pulled another "brilliant" and broke the gas line, which means I am sans car again and out the money to fix the piece of crap.

The kitties are still hilarious, and snuggle like mad. I just clipped Domino's claws again, and boy is that an adventure! I needed Josh to hold her still and still needed help!

Right now Josh is avoiding me because I am still kind of steamed that he didn't back up like a normal person and ended up breaking the car. Except I am not mad anymore, so his behaviour is what is bugging me now. I really hope his dad will be willing to help fix the damn car. *insert a billion explicatives*

Now to wait for him to get back from towing the car so I can sleep before work tomorrow.

Haircut take two

So I didn't like how it looked.... and I cut it again. This should be the end of the haircut saga.

I hated the little tickly hairs, so I showered before these pix, hence the being wrapped up in something.

Also, in the pictures I look like an ugly man. Please excuse me for it.

Dry hair pix tomorrow.

A little more adventurous

Okay!

For those of you who don't already know, I have been working at Outdoor School for the last three and a half weeks since finals. ODS, in case you wondered, is where kids come out to a campsite for a week and live, breathe, and enjoy learning about and being in nature. I have heard the oddest things. One of which is that I am apparently intimidating and unapproachable. Admittedly, that was a week where I had a constant headache and it was hard for me to turn on my care face when in pain.

I have two kitties. Which are Domino and Princess. Domino for her looks, Princess for her amusing attitude. They love to cuddle, which I love!

Domino is a climber and thinks she is a parrot! As a result, Josh has many scratches all up his legs and chest from her climbing UP his leg and chest to sit on his shoulder. She also likes to groom his facial hair. She tried to groom my face, but it didn't work.

Princess likes attention and cuddles and will angrily "mew" at you if you don't cuddle her. Once you pick her up, she is all purrs. She also thinks she needs to taste-test everything, the oddball.

The apartment is an interesting situation. We are getting used to living with each other, and trying to make it so the "rules" match up. So far we have argued about half the time I am home from ODS. But the arguments seem to be decreasing as time goes on, so hopefully there will be none. It is also not too clean yet, as we are still unpacking and deciding what goes where.

This weekend was my sister's grad party, a wedding, and Josh's brother's graduation. All of which Josh and I attended between Friday afternoon and Saturday night! The sad part is that Friday morning was striking ALL of ODS. Man, I have been so tired this weekend!I also decided to cut my hair. At random and slightly by accident. Accident because I was trimming my bangs, then went to even them, then decided it looked funny and cut again... and again... and now it is shorter, but possibly not quite tweaked the way I like it. I will post more of that riveting adventure as it unfolds. For now it looks like this:
Amazing, huh?

Well, back to being silly and free before I start work tomorrow, and a potential second part-time job soon!