| I'm a cheater cheater pumpkin eater who has absolutely nothing to do |
[Feb. 23rd, 2007|05:30 pm] |
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So, I'm cheating a posting a blog on here, rather than on my typical myspace page... there are people who read my myspace blog that I really don't want to have read this. Might seem a bit odd, but honestly, I don't care.
My ex-fiancee wrote a blog titled "they're gone" meaning myself and one other girl he's loved. Apparently, he's all heart broken that I'm engaged to be married, and I've gone outside of his reach. First off, I haven't dated him in over 3 years... you would think that he would be able to get over me, or at least realize that I'm not interested in his love. I'll always love him, but it's not the kind of love where I feel that I need to spend the rest of my life with him. That sort of love died when I realized that he was an angry, bitter person who put the blame on everyone else except himself. He'll always hold a special part of my heart, but he is no more than a friend to me. He never will be anything but that.
I find it incredibly disturbing that he's still that attached... can anyone say obsessive?
Another friend of mine has managed to piss me off. He runs a group called culture shock which is designed to raise people's awareness of the world and other cultures around them... hence the name. He feels that apathy is a widespread disease that almost everyone has, and because people are so apathetic, they won't do anything to change anything. At any rate, I got a lecture about this, and about how I should put more effort into coming to the meetings and just basically be a better person by giving a shit. You know what? I do give a shit, asshole. I may not get up and shout about it, but honestly, isn't living your own life better helping? Who knows, maybe my behavior will inspire someone else to change theirs, and it doesn't have to always be about getting up in arms and raising a ruckus... you'll notice that getting up on your soapbox sometimes does have an effect, but honestly, not that frequently, and not that successfully either.
Maybe I'm just finding crap to pick at since I really have nothing better to do at the moment. I'm jobless, so I really don't have anywhere that I have to go, I don't have a schedule I have to follow, so my sleeping pattern has gotten all fucked up, and I'm getting sick of seeing the same damn rooms over and over again as the days drag by. The only thing I have to entertain me right now is my new snake, Baby. He's so cute... even though he's like 3-4 ft long. Least he won't get much bigger.
*sigh* I need a new life, or at least a job... though I think until I find a job, I'm going to be volunteering at the local animal shelter just to get me out of the house and moving around. I find animal shelters to be incredibly depressing, but my fiancee pointed something out to me when we were talking about it... he said that even though the animals may be getting euthanized, and it may be a depressing place, by me volunteering I can make those animals' lives better even if it was just for a couple hours a day. God, it's almost making me cry thinking about it... and he was right. I may not be able to save them, and I may not be able to find homes for every single one of the animals that comes through there, but at least I can make their lives more complete. All animals want to love someone and have that love returned, and maybe I can do that. Who knows, maybe they'll stick me with hosing down cages... yeah, yuck... |
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[Feb. 9th, 2007|10:50 am] |
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001. real name → Lacee
002. nickname → Princess
003. single or taken → Taken
004. zodiac sign→ Scorpio
005. male or female → Female all the way baby
006. elementary → Gaston (yurk!!!)
008. cell phone → I would certainly hope so
010. hair color → Auburn
011. long or short --> Really short for me, kinda long for others
015. are you health freak → Not really
016. height → 5'4 1/2"
017. do you have a crush on someone → Except for the fact he's now my fiancee (insert stupid cheesy grin here)
018. do you like yourself → Most days
019. piercings → 10 in each ear, my eye brow, my nose, my belly button, and two other undisclosed places
020. tattoos → Lower back, upper back, inner right forearm, behind either ear, and right hip
021. righty or lefty→ Righty
FIRSTS :
022. first surgery> Age 18, had rotor-rootering on my sinuses
023. first piercing → Age 5
024. first best friend → Jackie
025. first award → Probably pre-school or something along those lines
026. first sport you joined → Volleyball
027. first pet → Donna, my complacent old mare who died with her head in my lap
28. first vacation → Disneyland
029. first concert → Blue October
030. first crush → Hmmm... probably Arryn Melby... what a stupid name...
CURRENTLY :
049. eating → already ate
050. drinking → chai latte
052. i'm about to → Go hop in the car and go try on wedding dresses
053. listening to → The washing machine and dryer
055. waiting for → Me to get done posting this thing
057. wearing : a shirt
YOUR FUTURE :
058. want kids? → Eventually, when I'm done with college
059. want to get married?→ Um, I'm engaged, what do you think?
060. careers in mind? → Master technician (yes, I wanna be a grease monkey)
WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE/SAME SEX? :
068. lips or eyes? → Lips
069. hugs or drugs → Hugs
070. shorter or taller → Definately taller
072. romantic or spontaneous? → Spontaneous, so that way they can keep up with me
073. nice stomach or nice arms → Arms, cuz bellies are always good to cuddle with
074. sensitive or loud → Can I have both?
075. hook-up or relationship → Relationship
077. trouble maker or hesitant? → As long as they aren't mass murderers or meth addicts, I say trouble maker
HAVE YOU EVER :
078. kissed a stranger → Can't say as how I have
079. drank bubbles → Yurk, that's kinda gross
080. lost glasses/contacts → Never my contacts or glasses, but sunglasses, hell yeah
081. ran away from home → Almost, once or twice
082. broken any bones → Nope
084. broken someone's heart → It's possible, I don't know, no one's ever told me I have
085. been arrested → No, but I did get an interference with police ticket once though... and the guy I did it for was totally not worth it
086. turned someone down → Hmmm... you know, I don't think I have.
087. cried when someone died → Oh yeah.
088. liked a friend → Who hasn't?
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
089. yourself→ More often than not
090. miracles → No, but I do believe in coincidences.
091. love at first sight → No
092. heaven → Nope
093. santa claus → What am I, three?
094. sex on the first date → Um... I'm gonna plead the fifth on that one...
095. kissing on the first date → Yeah
096. angels → If we're talking Christian religion, nope
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :
097. is there one or more people you want to be with right now? I'm with the one I want to be with... nobody moves me more than him.
098. What the hell happened to question 98?
099. had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? → Yup. I know, I know, I'm such a whore, lol.
100. do you believe in Magic? → Depends on what sense of the term we're looking at... illusion, no, paganism/wicca yeah. |
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| An update |
[Feb. 6th, 2007|04:33 pm] |
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So, figured for y'all here over on livejournal, I'd give you an update of what the hell has been going on in my life, since I'm rarely on here. Once again, I am unemployed, but at least this time I won't be dumped for being so. Actually, the likelihood of me being dumped is fairly slim, since I got engaged almost two weeks ago.
Yeah, I know, crazy huh? I can't exactly say as how I was expecting to get engaged, but honestly, there's been nothing else in my life that I feel so sure about. I would do anything (short of mutilating my body, anybody else's body, or doing something illegal) to make Keith happy. He's my better half, and my heart.
Anyway, enough with the mushy shit. I'm currently located in Hillsboro, which is rather nice, since it puts me in the middle of just about everything.
I went down to Cali last week, hung out with my Grandmother and Grandfather, hung out with my ex who I hadn't seen in over 3 years but still somehow managed to keep in touch with, and then got a lecture from my Grandmother about playing head games with my ex and also with my current fiancee. I personally feel that the lecture was undeserved, as I don't play head games. I despise people who do, so rather than be a hypocrite, I just stay away from that shit.
Aside from that, life has been rather boring, and I really have nothing much better to write about. |
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| Holy fuck-sticks, Batman! |
[Sep. 18th, 2006|10:36 am] |
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Um, so this guy I've been talking to online for about a month and a half now just professed his love to me... I haven't met him in person, I've never even talked to him on the phone, and he just told me he loved me.
Now, first off, going back to previous posts, both here and on my myspace page, love in general absolutely terrifies me. I'm not going to get into why, but suffice to say, I don't want to hear "I love you" for a very, very, VERY long time. Secondly, I've never ever met this guy... How do I know if he actually means it, or if he's just full of crap and enjoys messing with people's heads on a fairly regular basis. If he actually means it, then holy fuck, that guy must not get out that often, and I think I'd like him to stay the fuck away from me. I certainly wouldn't give him my home address. Or, if he just enjoys messing with people, I wish he could have picked someone else. I don't need my head fucked with, certainly not by some dude I barely even am acquainted with.
I dunno, it's fucked up. This entire situation is fucked up. Hell, my entire love life has so many twisting and convoluted kinks it's not even funny. I want a simple love life... not a complicated one. |
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[Sep. 13th, 2006|09:50 am] |
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I've had 3 of my ex's contact me in the last week. I don't understand why. I haven't talked to any of them, I haven't thought of any of them, yet they're still pestering me! First was Greg, and I swear, his emails pissed the hell out of me... stupid retard, trying to send me an email being all buddy-buddy, trying to assauge his guilt for dumping me by hoping that I'll be all "oh, I'd love to talk to you and still be friends even though you completely fucked me over"... Yeah right. I have more self respect than that to let someone who hurt me so badly get even within a 20 ft radius of me, let alone actually talk with them... *shakes head* I don't understand people like that.
Next guy who contacted me, I haven't talked to him in like close to 2 or 3 years. He also sent me an email, and was all, "sorry for dumping you the way I did, blah blah blah." I wasn't too terribly nice when I sent my reply... I told him that I hadn't thought of him in like over a year, and so far, I haven't heard anything from him since. I had driven all the way up to Ft. Lewis to see him, and once I left, that was the last time I heard from him. I deserve better than to just be used as a sex toy.
And last and maybe least, was Ethan... He wanted me to hold his hand and tell him that everything was going to be alright. He was freaking out about something, and was all, "I've met this new gal, and I just wana make sure blah blah blah". Look, dude, I'm not dating you, I'm not required to hold your hand and walk you through all of your own little crisis... you're no longer my priority, hell, you're no longer even someone I take into consideration. That tends to happen when I call you to tell you something important, and then never talk to me ever again. I'm worth more than what he treated me as.
And to top things off, Grant broke up with me, but still wants to be "buddies". I'm ok with that, I think, but I don't know if he'll still respect me while we're buddies... I'm so worried about being sold the short end of the stick, I refuse to be less than equal with my partner. I don't know, it's a completely messed up situation, and I'm hoping that just by sitting back and watching the entire situation, I'll be able to make the right decisions for me. I don't know, I'm pissed, and exhausted from dealing with this crap.
I want someone who's going to respect me if we're just "buddies", someone who will cherish me if we're dating, someone who will think of me when they think of themselves if we're in love, and who'll make sure that we communicate... fuck, I want Shawn, I want his take on things, I need someone who can talk to me on my level, and their's. I don't know anymore. My head hurts. |
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| I've been judged and found wanting |
[Jul. 12th, 2006|12:39 pm] |
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Yeah, that's right, I've been judged and found wanting... once again it has been proved that I'm just not good enough. Oh, I'm good enough for short term, but when it comes to sticking with me through the thin times, everyone leaves me...
My boyfriend dumped me last night. He dumped me before I even got in the front door of the apartment. I had spent the day with Laura out at the beach, because that's just what we do, and when I got home, he was standing out in front of where I park and before I even got to the door, he told me that his stuff was moved out, he wasn't living there anymore, and we weren't together anymore either. I just stood there and cried. When he started talking, I got this look on my face like "please god, no, don't hurt me, no no no no..." After so coldly ripping my heart out, he just walked away...
I walked into the apartment, and all of him was just gone... There was nothing left for me there. Hell, it feels like there's nothing left of me.
I can understand part of his reasoning, but at the same time, I don't understand at all. I had been fired from my job about 5 weeks ago, and granted, I hadn't looked that hard for a job, but he also had given me until the end of the month to find a job. The whole situation reminded him of his ex... goddamn his ex. I swear to God, if she hadn't of fucked him over, I doubt this would have happened. Granted, I can't be responsible for someone else's hang-ups, but when it affects me and my relationship with them, you can guarantee that I'm not happy about it.
The worst part about it is I wanted to marry him. I wanted to have a life with him, and I gave him everything I had emotionally, physically... but it wasn't enough. Nothing is ever enough for anyone with me. I'm not good enough... and this just fucking proves it. Nobody loves me the way I need them to, nobody trusts me the way I need them to, and nobody needs me. Absolutely no one. Ever.
I feel like I wasted 8 and a 1/2 months of my life, and I can't look back on those memories without it feeling like my heart is being ripped out again. All the times he said he loved me, it wasn't enough. Every time he needed me, it wasn't enough. Nothing is ever fucking enough. Never ever ever ever ever.
What's even more fucked up, is after a little while I went over to my neighbor Bil's to cry on his shoulder, and Greg had already been over there and he had talked to Bil. And, while I was crying on Bil's couch, he offered to let me move in with him. As in I would essentially be taking care of his kid, and he would support me. What the fuck am I, some sort of chattel to be passed around, hand to hand, when someone gets bored with me? I couldn't fucking believe it. Here I was, crying my eyes out because the guy I wanted to marry dumped me faster than you could say supercalifragilisticexpialidocius, and he's fucking pouring acid in the hole where my heart used to be. And to top it all off, when I would talk to my guy friends about my problems with Greg, I would almost always get the response, "Well, when you're single, give me a call, because I want down your pants." I swear I don't fucking understand men.
I don't how long it's going to be before I'll actually let someone in past my barriers. Everytime I do, my trust, love, and need is all handed back to me with a "thanks, but no thanks". Every single time it just reaffirms my belief that I'm just not good enough. I'm good enough to fuck. I'm good enough to laugh with. But I'm not good enough to stand by. I'm not good enough because I fucking remind them of their goddamn exes. When the hell am I just going to be enough of everything? When am I going to be different enough that my heart won't get ripped out? When is someone just going to love me for me, and love me enough that our circumstances no longer matter, and they would move the world to stay with me? Am I even worth that? Every time I'm shoved out the door, it makes me believe in myself less and less, and soon, I swear I'm not going to be able to take it anymore.
You can mend something that's broken, but how many times will it break before it shatters, and once it shatters, can it be fixed? I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. My compass has been remagnetized, and nobody gave me any directions. If this is what life is all about, learning and growing stronger from hard situations, I don't know if I want to be a part of it.
And all of this on top of the fact that I still don't have a permanent job, I'm being sued because I made a mistake almost 2 and a 1/2 years ago, my sister totalled my car, and I have a speeding ticket to take care of that I have no idea how to pay for. If all of this is because of something I have or haven't done, then obviously I'm not doing something right, but I don't know what it is. Hell, I know absolutely nothing right now. Except for one thing. And that one thing is that I'm just not fucking good enough or enough at all for anyone. Reaffirming that couldn't have broken my heart any more effectively. I am broken... |
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[May. 30th, 2006|03:40 pm] |
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So my sunday was rather interesting. I went to work, and managed to get my ass put on the download manager queue, which is essentially the dumping ground for the cs team, simply because one of the guys who normally works on the download queue decided to call in sick because he wanted to go to a concert instead of coming to work... we told the supervisors on him, and apparently it's not the first time he's done it either.
Once I got off work, I met up with Laura, and oh my god, I'd forgotten how much I missed my best friend. We went and got sushi, then we went to a porn store cuz it was one we both hadn't gone to yet (don't go to Sensations up on canyon in the midst of all of the car dealerships, the guys who work there are creepy) then we went and played pool, then went and saw the DaVinci Code (they absolutely mangled the book... I'm so pissed) and then went to Shari's, all the while cracking the rude and uncouth jokes that Laura and I love so much. When we were at Shari's, I was saying something about how many cops there were going to be out that night, and you know what happened? I got pulled over... for having a tail light out!
I had just dropped Laura off at home, and was heading down Farmington to 217 so I could get on the freeways and all that happy jazz, and just as I was going across Murray Blvd, this cop pulls up behind me and starts tailgating me. I moved over into the right lane, because 1) it was a cop following me, 2) he was tailgating me, and 3) I figured he had better things to do than follow me. Well, he didn't take the hint... instead he pulled right behind me again, tailgated me some more, and then finally turned on his lights. I pulled into the Deco cake decorating store parking lot, and oh my god, if I had been rude to that cop, I would have gotten a ticket. As it was I got away with a warning. God, I hate cops that tailgate people just in the hopes that they'll speed... that pisses my shit off
Heh... I've been pulled over 5 times and gotten away with a warning 4 times, even though one time I had a headlight and a tail light out, and my registration had expired a week previously.
I just found it incredibly amusing that I was talking about there being a lot of cops out, and then I got pulled over. I love people... NOT!!! |
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| Early morning work blahs |
[May. 28th, 2006|06:34 am] |
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So it's now 6:13 am on a sunday morning. I've been up for an hour and a half now. Blech.
I'm still a trained headset monkey, and honestly, it's stressful work, yet incredibly easy at the same time. I sit on my ass all day walking stupid people (we're talking don't know how to find their start button and don't know how to minimize or close a window on their desktop...) through the adobe website and activating their products. It could be possible that I'm breaking the confidentiality clause by saying that, but honestly, what person who calls doesn't know that I do that all day? *shrugs* whatever, company policy blah blah.
I'm hoping that the supervisor that's on call this weekend is in a better mood today... she's a service level nazi. I swear to god, she's almost like one of those people who points out everyone else's faults so that way she doesn't look bad because everyone is too busy being pissed off to get overly close with her. I dunno, maybe I'm reading to much into things and should just chill out.
I went to Hooter's last night. My neighbor Bil was telling me he was planning on taking himself and his daughter to Hooter's, and I ended up asking if I could go with him. I have to say, the girls that work there were the kind of girls I despised in high school. Perfect hair, overly perfect make-up, skinny as damn rails. I'm the skinniest I've been in like 6 years, and I still felt huge around those girls. Also, though, I do have to respect them considering they're running around in see through tank tops and really tight, really non-existant shorts. I couldn't do that. At least not sober and not for any length of time.
Well, now that I've found a way around our surf control at work, I'm gonna go frolick on the web, ciao for now. |
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[May. 27th, 2006|07:24 pm] |
So I haven't posted in ages... I'm sure you all missed me. I can't say as how anything exciting has been going on in my life, except for me working, sleeping, eating, and getting ink done.
I now live in vancouver with my boyfriend, been with him for 7 months... holy shit I swear this is the best thing that's ever happened to me. We had been fighting recently, but I think things are worked out.
I honestly can't think of how things have really changed all that much in the last couple of months, and I'm still the same person... we are all the same, and we're all different... |
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| Update |
[Mar. 14th, 2006|09:03 pm] |
So, I figured it was time to give you all a quick update on my life- I'm living in Vancouver now, living with my boyfriend, and in the last 3 months I've gotten two new tattoos. One of them is posted up on my myspace page, and the other, since I just got it Saturday, I'm waiting for my dad to send my a copy of the pics that he took so he can get his tattoo done.
I had an 86 Audi for a while, but the alternator started going out on it, so we fixed the power steering pump bracket on my old volvo, and I now have my hippy car back. That made me happy.
Not much has been going on, just been working and commuting like 12 hours a day... man that sucks. Aside from that whole 12 hours a day thing, things have been pretty peachy. |
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[Nov. 6th, 2005|01:18 pm] |
So yeah, it's official now... Corey and I have decided to kick Scott out. He's finally done placed the last straw on the camels back that broke it...We discovered that he's been telling his mom back home that he's been paying all of the bills, when in all actuality, it's been Corey that's been paying the lion's share of the bills. Corey talked to his mom and man, now she's pissed at Scott as well.
Scott doesn't do his dishes, he eats more food than Corey and I combined, for the entire time that he's been living at the apartment he's paid less than his portion of the rent and still hasn't taken care of it, even though he was slapped with a late fee and now has the ire of the property managers, and basically does nothing around the apartment. He's cleaned the kitchen like twice, when most of the time if he just washed his dishes and wiped up the counter after himself, it wouldn't be an issue.
Suffice to say, we're done. Just completely done. Corey has gotten over the fact that Scott is his brother and there should be some sort of support going on there... *shakes head* We just don't have any patience any more.
On a much happier note, when I went to see Greg yesterday, he had bought me a rose... I swear I got the stupidest look on my face. That's the first time I've had a guy buy me a flower... Yesterday was awesome. He had also bought me a box of cheez its because I told him I was addicted to them. The fact that he listens is a source of constant amazement to me. I don't think anyone has quite paid that much attention just to what is coming out of my mouth... It's a good feeling.
On the job front, I have an interview on Tuesday for a permanent job. Hopefully, things will work out and I won't have to keep working temp jobs. I honestly hate temp jobs. They really suck. A lot. Also, I'm sick of being sexually harassed at work. Nobody should have to put up with that shit. |
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[Oct. 10th, 2005|05:48 pm] |
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Ok, so I thought things were going pretty damn good. I just moved out yesterday, I just got a new car, and I had a job. Yeah, that's right, had. I got let go of today, and when you're trying to make rent... not so kosher. So hopefully my job shop will find me another job within a week, because I don't want to ask my roommates to support me... I'm not a fucking freeloader. So yeah, fuck Poorman-Douglass and their bullshit, it was a really shitty job anyway. |
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[Oct. 4th, 2005|07:08 pm] |
Scorpio
October 24- November 22
Best
paired with Taurus, Cancer, Virgo, and c
Capricorn
The sun sign Scorpio is one of the
most powerful astrological signs in the zodiac.
Dynamic and forceful, they make excelent
leaders. Only one thing hurt's you, and that is
your tendency to be emotional. However, being
extremely intuitive, it helps you deal with
this, and even gives you a physic edge in some
situation. You live hard and love hard, and
give your heart fully and unconditionally. You
do have a problem with jealousy sometimes, and
really do have to work on it. Most of the time
you will require proof before actually
accusing, but sometimes you will go with your
instinct. Since you are so intuitive, sometimes
you "know" without proof, so if
someone is with you, they stay true or get out,
because your secret (if you have one) will not
stay secret for long.
Negative traits-
which zodiac fairy are you???UPDATED detailed answers
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[Sep. 20th, 2005|06:22 pm] |
My pirate name is:
Black Jack Kidd
Like anyone confronted with the harshness of robbery on the high seas, you can be pessimistic at times. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!
Get your own pirate name from fidius.org. |
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[Sep. 1st, 2005|01:31 pm] |
Well, I've actually got some free time now, so I'll be able to sit here and do a recap of my life for the last 4 months, pretty much.
Not a whole bunch has happened since I've been home, except for only being home for about 2 nights out of the entire time since I've been home. You never know how many friends you have until you leave for a long time and come back and they all want to hand out with you.
Alaska was gorgeous, but the job sucked monkey nuts. I didn't mind doing all of the dishes on my own from about 4 pm until midnight, it was the attitude of every body there. The owners would take their bad moods out on the employees, and the pm kitchen manager was a complete asshole and overbearing prick. Great guy to work for, don't you think?
I would definately go back there for a vacation, but I certainly would not go back there to work again, especially without a car. I swear they hire out of state just so that way the people who come up there have no transportation and are basically stuck up there and feel trapped so they stay the entire length of their contract. I made it 3 and a half months, and I'm lucky that I could get away from there. I swear, if I was still up there, I'd be going crazy and when I came back all of my friends would have to come and visit me in a mental institution.
Aside from that, I basically got fired for quitting. I gave my two weeks notice on the last saturday of July, thinking that I would be out of there, at the lastest, by friday the 12th of August. Well, they scheduled me for 2 days past my two weeks, and when I went and told my boss June that, all she asked me was if I was planning on staying in the employee housing until my flight left. well, no I wasn't, so that was the end of that conversation. I was professional and courteous about telling, didn't really demand anything but firm enough so that way I could get shit done. Well, the next day I worked was wednesday, 2 days before the end of my 2 weeks, and my boss Marty came up to me and pulled me outside, and because June had told him I wasn't working those 2 days past my 2 weeks, he basically freaked out at me and told me that if I wasn't willing to stay and help out on the two busiest days of the week, that I could pack my stuff up and leave right then. I took my lunch break, got one more free meal out them, and then clocked out for good and packed my stuff up and got a ride to Anchorage. I hate ultimatums... those are pretty much the quickest way to piss me off in a situation like that. I then spent the rest of my 5 remaining days in Alaska basically fucking around and doing nothing. Felt really good to me, considering I had been cooped up in the middle of nowhere for the last quarter of a year.
It's funny, the first thing I did when I got home was hop in my car and drive around Hagg Lake. I missed my car so much while I was gone.
So, if any of you want to go to Alaska... don't work at Summit Lake Lodge for Marty and June Arnoldy. Run for your life if you even hear of that job. It sucks. We should all boycott that dumb place... Well, now that I have that out of my system, I hope all of you guys are doing well, and yeah... ciao... |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2005|03:06 pm] |
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I'M BACK HOME!!!! Yes, that's right folks, the crazy, outrageous, utterly rediculous Lacee is back home. I still have the same cell phone number, so if you want to call me and arrange a time to just do the chill thing, then call me baby and we'll hook up! I've done way too much stuff to even write it here, so if you wanna know what I've done, call me!!! Ciao y'all. |
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[Jul. 11th, 2005|12:50 pm] |
Destruction
65% Incarnation |
| You are now an Incarnation of Immortality. You are one of the four Universal Principles. You exist not to create Chaos but mearly facilitate quick change. People see you as being a force of Evil, but infact, you work toward the side of a better creation. Your Icon is that of Battle and Confrontation, possibly a sword or a hammer. You work directly and to the point. People often hate to see your work, but secretly they are facinated by your visual medium. An Artist of the Post-Modern in every sense of the word. Good choice. |
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My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 53% on Incarnation |
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dude, I rock! |
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[Jun. 21st, 2005|04:31 pm] |
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| | "Take That Situation" by Nick Heyward | ] |
Guess who's stuck in a hell hole in the middle of the most gorgeous country ever? I love Alaska, and I hate my co-workers. With the exception of like 5 people, I hate every one else. They all suck. They all have attitudes, and aren't very nice to me when I wash their goddamned dishes and make sure that everything is kept organized in the prep room. Does anyone realize how hard it is to pick up after 3 chefs and then all the people that come into the resturant as customers? I mean, honestly, I'm not asking for much other than saying thank you when you drop of dishes in the dishpit, and for a little smile every now and then. It's not like I'm asking you to do my dishes and feed me bon bons while I sit around in silk pajamas. I can carry my own weight, but damned if I'm going to do it while everyone is being an asshole to me.
I hate my job so much that I'm thinking about coming home about 2 months early. I hate my job. I hate my co workers. I hate my PM manager. It's hard to respect someone you've slept with. And I have authority issues... ask my parents. Suffice to say, if it wasn't for my contract and for the fact that the country side up here is fucking gorgeous, you wouldn't be reading this, you'd be hearing directly out of my mouth as I was standing in front of you and ranting. I hate Summit Lake Lodge. It's bullshit. |
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[May. 19th, 2005|01:52 pm] |
Lacee Rose Ericson's Aliases
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Your movie star name: Cheez Its Richard
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Your fashion designer name is Lacee Glasgow
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Your socialite name is Shrimp Hillsboro
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Your fly girl / guy name is L Eri
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Your detective name is Horse Beaverton Arts And Communications Magnet Academy
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Your barfly name is Gyro Tequila Popper
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Your soap opera name is Rose Patton Valley
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Your rock star name is Caramel Apple Pop Ferrari
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Your star wars name is Lactig Eridav
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Your punk rock band name is The Content Strawberry
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the only one I like is my punk rock band name. |
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[May. 12th, 2005|11:00 am] |
Your Birthdate: November 21 |
Being born on the 21st day of the month (3 energy) is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life.
The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental.
There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, "couldn't care less" attitude.
You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression.
Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing.
You are energetic and always a good conversationalist.
You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters.
Your mind is practical and rational despite this tendency to jump about.
You are affectionate and loving, but very sensitive.
You are subject to rapid ups and downs. |
so yeah... I've got all my shit in my cabin all squirrelled away out of my bags, and honestly, I miss my personal space. When you have a group of about 1 people at the moment living in close quarters with you, drama most definately ensues. I'm pretty fed up with all the anguish and heart ache that goes on, and you would think because everybody is over 18 at the lodge that they would realize that drama is a bunch of bullshit and would get rid of it, but oh no... yeah, I've only been here a week and I've begun to distance myself from the bullshit. At any rate, I don't know how frequently I'll be able to check my email or blog or anything like that, so yeah... just leave me replies or something and I'll try to get back to them in a timely fashion... just don't count on it. |
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