thez: Ari IS Inspector Spacetime! Somewhen. (Pez ~ pez lady deux)
When last we left Z, she had quit her job at Starbucks to work with MGA Medical Staffing as a (non-certified) nurse's assistant. This was all fine and good, and better than Starbucks at least, but she was most excited when one of the boys at the office called and offered her a position, not as a nurse's assistant, but IN THE OFFICE. So it was that she spent two weeks working for MGA's HR department, and since Z likes computers better than she likes people, this made her happy.

That about brings us up to speed. More recently, the woman I was working under (a hurr) in HR recommended me to a woman in another department who was looking for someone to do part-time work in her part of the office, on a permanent sort of basis. I had a super-brief interview with her and she hired me, so I now have a solid job in MGA's ACCOUNTING department, and I start tomorrow.

Unlike some people on my friends list, I have no training or experience in this field whatsoever. Therefore, I am very nervous. Of course, it's not exactly super-complex stuff they have me working on; the manager would not have hired me if she didn't think I could do what she wants me to do. Still, it's new, so I'm nervous.

I'm also absolutely tickled that I'll be working in kinda (sorta not really but close enough) the same field as certain [livejournal.com profile] alliaths and [livejournal.com profile] neherenias.

Oh, and Leo Bloom.

I am a great dork.


I am also the proud owner of a new MP3 player. Well, it's not new; I got it for Christmas but I haven't had the time to set it up and it was lying forgotten in my drawer o' electronics, but it's new to me! I've never had one before.

...its name is Betty.
thez: Ari IS Inspector Spacetime! Somewhen. (Default)
Well, I got the job and I am almost free of Starbucks. I was jumping for joy earlier, but now I'm sort of tired, so I'm just going to sit for joy. That's sort of what my job is: medical sitter/nurse's assistant-type thing. One of my duties, for example, may involve watching a crazy person in bed and making sure they don't pull their feeding tube out of their throat or something. This, to me, sounds like more fun than working at Starbucks. I'm not sure what that says about me.

I dragged [livejournal.com profile] mko the Jobless Wonder along as well, and she was also hired. I'm not sure if she's going to take the job or not. ASK HER.


So, I had a MySpace account for about a week in order to keep up with some LJ-less friends, but my account has been spontaneously deleted. Therefore, I will henceforth shun MySpace. Anyone who does not want the Z is sad and repugnant anyway.


I'm still recovering from "Brokeback Mountain". I WAS RIGHT: IT WAS NOTHING LIKE KING KONG. WHO KNEW? Sad sad sad sad. Usually the forbidden love motif doesn't draw much emotional response from me, but this one did and I'm not sure why. I just know that every sad song for the next week or so is going to be "Brokeback Mountain", and I will be disconsolate and mourn for imaginary gay cowboys.


My parents gave me my birthday present early. It's a new mattress. That doesn't SOUND very impressive, but I am completely in love with this mattress. As if I didn't oversleep before. Man. It's like a replicant of a fluffy Heaven Cloud taken form on Earth for the benefit of us dirty unsaved heathens.

I'd like to lie down some more, but work beckons. Starbucks work. I thought I'd be sad when the time finally came to quit, but I'm nothing but happy about it now. I'm just that un-sentimental I suppose.


FUCK FRAPPUCCINOS FOREVER! SUPREME JOY!
thez: Ari IS Inspector Spacetime! Somewhen. (sickness spaz)
When one is running back and forth through a coffee shop for eight hours, one's mind starts to go. Insanity kicks in, and conversation degenerates into crazy mantras. I'm sure it's happened to you before: someone makes a joke of some sort, your brain (in it's state of not-entirely-functional) can't quite let it go, and it's repeated on and on until every last ounce of funny is squeezed out of it. The other day, our mantras were...

Shake it!
Don't break it!
It took your momma nine months to make it! UNH.

RIDE THE SNAKE! ::WHI-PAH!::
(That's supposed to be a whipping noise... anyone remember that sketch from SNL?)

And...

I'm going to slit your throat and fuck the wall!

According to one of my coworkers, the last one is from a Slipknot song. That's what he said. I took him at his word. (and then slit his throat and fucked the wall~!) No one used it when customers where in earshot.


I am happy that I only work for four hours tonight. Hooraj!
thez: Ari IS Inspector Spacetime! Somewhen. (Default)
I got a Christmas Bonus. Holy Shitkickers, Scatman! I didn't even know that Starbucks DID that, but THEY DO. Instead of my usual mediocre check, I got twice the usual amount today. This means that for the first time IN FOREVER, I will not have to punch people's teeth out and sell them on the internet just to be able to afford next semester's tuition. I feel like Atlas after he decided "Fuck it!" and left the planet in Gravity's good hands. IT FEELS GOOD. GOOD LIKE VELVET AND PEZ AND MAYBE VELVET PEZ (EWW).

On a more fun note, WHY ARE MY FRIENDS SO AWESOME? How is it that all I have to do is THINK the words "paid account" and someone makes it happen WITH THEIR POWERS OF KICK ASS? I have a mysterious benefactor! Thank you, mysterious benefactor! You made me grin like an idiot and emit strange happy noises! If you weren't anonymous I would totally do you! OHOHOHOHO!

Now, I'm going to play with my new toy that is the paid account until the rest of my local pals decide to get off their duffs so that we can go out.

AHAHAHA W00T.

(╯°□°)╯︵ <3

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