I signed a contract with 7-11. I'm now officially only night-shift. I'll be getting a raise, advanced training, and promises of labor assistance at nights (certain ones gauranteed).
As long as I'm not stressed I will continue to honor this contract. And get paid decently for it as well. I'm going to work in 5 minutes, I'll have to work 7 days straight before I get my two days off, but that's fine. I'll be getting help on the last two, since I'm training the guy to do a night shift. He has day experience, but no night time experience.
Ayways, off I go.
Later family.
autumnbear_1@hotmail.com .
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Moonkin
......(__)
.(""\(^,^)/"")...My armor isn't the only thing that
...\_(w|w)_/.....goes up 400% in Moonkin form...
..../_/.\_\
.(""\(^,^)/"")...My armor isn't the only thing that
...\_(w|w)_/.....goes up 400% in Moonkin form...
..../_/.\_\
Monday, July 16, 2007
Monday, July 9, 2007
7-11, where I work.
My schedule is barely starting to stabalize. Soon I'll be a full-time night-shift guy, working from 11pm to 7am. Right now I work 3 11-7am shifts, get a day off, work two 7-3pm shifts, then get a day off, letting the cycle repeat itself.
Like every other place, we have a hard time keeping a hold on good workers. The few that remain for long are either corrupt, insane, or a bit of both. I wonder if I fit the bill...
I don't want to work full-time. I need just enough to make my rent for each month, and keep my credit card bill close to paid-off. These guys need me though, so I'm working full-time. If I worked only part-time, then I'd have more time for my family, my blogs, and home-study for my future careers. Currently I am very limited in my free time, and instead of using it to keep stronger ties with family, or chores, or study for a brighter future, I'm using the very small amount of free-time that I have to do a few things that I enjoy. A little gaming, some hiking, a touch-up on my blog now and then, and so on.
I spent my morning doing house chores for the family, then I played a game for an hour or two, then I had to run a few errands... Before you know it, my day is almost over, and I go back to work tomorrow. Do I really want to self-study right now, learning about HTML web programming or Flash Animation, do I want to work overtime at my job and have no life at all?...
No.
So I'm just going to bide my time right now. I need to slowly catch up on my credit card debt, which I am, and build up a little tiny nest egg. Not much, just $500 bucks or so. Working a night shift at 7-11 during winter will be a breeze. I won't have the bratty kids from High-School walking in drunk at all hours, since the bars are closed at night and the snow in the parks will keep the kids at home. I think that I'll learn a bit about running the business here, and apply it to next years job. I think that I'll try getting a job as a seasonal camp director, one where a family goes to for vacations or guided tours. I'm great at customer relations, and I think that I'll be able to keep most people entertained or pleased. Who knows? I'm wishy-washy at best.
Anyways, I've run out of time. I'll post again soon. Cya! O_x
Like every other place, we have a hard time keeping a hold on good workers. The few that remain for long are either corrupt, insane, or a bit of both. I wonder if I fit the bill...
I don't want to work full-time. I need just enough to make my rent for each month, and keep my credit card bill close to paid-off. These guys need me though, so I'm working full-time. If I worked only part-time, then I'd have more time for my family, my blogs, and home-study for my future careers. Currently I am very limited in my free time, and instead of using it to keep stronger ties with family, or chores, or study for a brighter future, I'm using the very small amount of free-time that I have to do a few things that I enjoy. A little gaming, some hiking, a touch-up on my blog now and then, and so on.
I spent my morning doing house chores for the family, then I played a game for an hour or two, then I had to run a few errands... Before you know it, my day is almost over, and I go back to work tomorrow. Do I really want to self-study right now, learning about HTML web programming or Flash Animation, do I want to work overtime at my job and have no life at all?...
No.
So I'm just going to bide my time right now. I need to slowly catch up on my credit card debt, which I am, and build up a little tiny nest egg. Not much, just $500 bucks or so. Working a night shift at 7-11 during winter will be a breeze. I won't have the bratty kids from High-School walking in drunk at all hours, since the bars are closed at night and the snow in the parks will keep the kids at home. I think that I'll learn a bit about running the business here, and apply it to next years job. I think that I'll try getting a job as a seasonal camp director, one where a family goes to for vacations or guided tours. I'm great at customer relations, and I think that I'll be able to keep most people entertained or pleased. Who knows? I'm wishy-washy at best.
Anyways, I've run out of time. I'll post again soon. Cya! O_x
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
This springs family vacation footage.
Hope it goes through...
If it did, well, gratz to me! If not, well...
Too bad I guess! O_x
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Lyrics for a future dirge I might compose one day...
Sung to a tune that only I know, to be released in the future one day after it's complete. Just posting a line or two before I forget it.
Ahem.
They promised me-...
Eternal rest-...
As they carried me-...
In a wooden chest-;
They lowered me-...
Without a sound-...
They buried me-...
Deep in-the-ground-;
Alone I lay-...
What's passed is past-...
There's no prayers today-...
Only curses cast-;
My thoughts do stray-...
As I recall-...
In the spot I lay-...
The time of my fall-;
There's no hope of release-...
No hope on the 'rizon (horizon)-...
Where should there be peace-...
Is only anger a-risin'-;
I
Feel
My
RAGE
In-side of me...
Stru-ggli-ing...
As it builds in-ten-si-ty...
No one will ever know
As long as I never show
The hate, the pain, the fear inside of me-...;
Eyes through stone will ever sting-...
Their eyes I'll ever feel-...
Their lies and harsh words ring-...
Past regrets will never heal-;
They buried dead a living man-...
A man in life who had never lived-...
A pawn in some great master plan-...
As a stone squeezed 'til he gived-;
You can't give when there's nothing there-...
Such lies come ea-si-ly-...
It's too damn hard when you don't want to care-...
When it's a part of me-;
Abused in life and abused in death-...
The price of vengeance they'll pay-...
I curse out loud with my final breath-...
I don't want to stay!-;
But here I am chained to our world-...
A hollow mo-(o)ck-ery-...
It seems my dreams lay un-furled-...
................
Dammit. Lost it. SOMEONE upstairs is playing some god-damned Disney fucking sing-a-long retro-crap from some god-forsaken dead era of happy-crappy family dance-a-long tappity-tap-tap crap piece of #^%$ blarghh!!!!!
I had a few more lines to go. Nothing seems to fit the way I want it to. Like I said, these are just tid-bits of half-baked ideas that one day in the future I plan on weaving into this dirge-metal song I'm privately working on in the depths of my head. Only, the really good stuff is lost when I get an idea at 4:30 in the morning with no pen/paper/lights/glasses nearby and I manage to easily pass out and go back to sleep (something I can't do the rest of the time, ^THANK YOU^ God...). Or, my ideas are lost when some other piece of crap music is played, you know, the REEEEEEEELLLLLLLYYYYYYYYY ANNNNOYYYYYYYYINGGGGGG stuff, like little Annie yuppie-bitch movies that their playing upstairs. You want to know why there's pedophiles in the world people? It's because some fuck-heads were forced to watch little orphan Annie dress up in tiny little skirt-dress thingies and act grown-up and kiss adult men on the Disney-fucking movies. Fuck you Walt Disney, not the man (who is awesome by the way), no. A big FUCK YOU to Walt Disney the MEGA-FUCKWAD-CORPORATION that makes these annoying movies like, oh, I don't know... Bambi 3, or Pinnochio Ripoff 5, ^SHREK^ (<-Blam this piece of crap!), the re-re-re-re-re released version of, omfg, CINDERELLA! (Viewers note: old Disney stuff is great, very few of the newer stuff is ho-hum almost okay, anything that was made in uder a month like Cars or Shrek is shit. Your opinion doesn't matter, my words are truth. Shrek is shit, period. Don't like it, fuck off. Shrek is shit. Period. Thank you, have a wonderful day. P.S. Kill Shrek.).
Ugh. Disney. Yes, I have a serious dislike of most Disney movies. You want a good Disney movie? I seriously recommend Pirates of the Carribean, Anastasia, and if you can find it, an old humourous goodie called The Black Cauldron.
Anyways. My up-above-posted poetry thingie is not a reflection of my current mood. Everything is fine. My job is stressful, but it's all good. I just had a few wicked ideas to jot down, and then a few more, and a few more, and bam. I'm suddenly blamming Disney crap. Heh heh, please excuse my 'innappropriate' language :P.
I haven't finished uploading all of my vacation videos onto Google video like I said I would. I still have them of course, I just haven't posted them onto the net yet. It's coming, this summer, I promise. Not today though.
My good friend Shawn Harding is blabbing stuff now... Can't focus... lost-... in-... blabber-bullshit-... helppppp.....
Will talk later.
Ahem.
They promised me-...
Eternal rest-...
As they carried me-...
In a wooden chest-;
They lowered me-...
Without a sound-...
They buried me-...
Deep in-the-ground-;
Alone I lay-...
What's passed is past-...
There's no prayers today-...
Only curses cast-;
My thoughts do stray-...
As I recall-...
In the spot I lay-...
The time of my fall-;
There's no hope of release-...
No hope on the 'rizon (horizon)-...
Where should there be peace-...
Is only anger a-risin'-;
I
Feel
My
RAGE
In-side of me...
Stru-ggli-ing...
As it builds in-ten-si-ty...
No one will ever know
As long as I never show
The hate, the pain, the fear inside of me-...;
Eyes through stone will ever sting-...
Their eyes I'll ever feel-...
Their lies and harsh words ring-...
Past regrets will never heal-;
They buried dead a living man-...
A man in life who had never lived-...
A pawn in some great master plan-...
As a stone squeezed 'til he gived-;
You can't give when there's nothing there-...
Such lies come ea-si-ly-...
It's too damn hard when you don't want to care-...
When it's a part of me-;
Abused in life and abused in death-...
The price of vengeance they'll pay-...
I curse out loud with my final breath-...
I don't want to stay!-;
But here I am chained to our world-...
A hollow mo-(o)ck-ery-...
It seems my dreams lay un-furled-...
................
Dammit. Lost it. SOMEONE upstairs is playing some god-damned Disney fucking sing-a-long retro-crap from some god-forsaken dead era of happy-crappy family dance-a-long tappity-tap-tap crap piece of #^%$ blarghh!!!!!
I had a few more lines to go. Nothing seems to fit the way I want it to. Like I said, these are just tid-bits of half-baked ideas that one day in the future I plan on weaving into this dirge-metal song I'm privately working on in the depths of my head. Only, the really good stuff is lost when I get an idea at 4:30 in the morning with no pen/paper/lights/glasses nearby and I manage to easily pass out and go back to sleep (something I can't do the rest of the time, ^THANK YOU^ God...). Or, my ideas are lost when some other piece of crap music is played, you know, the REEEEEEEELLLLLLLYYYYYYYYY ANNNNOYYYYYYYYINGGGGGG stuff, like little Annie yuppie-bitch movies that their playing upstairs. You want to know why there's pedophiles in the world people? It's because some fuck-heads were forced to watch little orphan Annie dress up in tiny little skirt-dress thingies and act grown-up and kiss adult men on the Disney-fucking movies. Fuck you Walt Disney, not the man (who is awesome by the way), no. A big FUCK YOU to Walt Disney the MEGA-FUCKWAD-CORPORATION that makes these annoying movies like, oh, I don't know... Bambi 3, or Pinnochio Ripoff 5, ^SHREK^ (<-Blam this piece of crap!), the re-re-re-re-re released version of, omfg, CINDERELLA! (Viewers note: old Disney stuff is great, very few of the newer stuff is ho-hum almost okay, anything that was made in uder a month like Cars or Shrek is shit. Your opinion doesn't matter, my words are truth. Shrek is shit, period. Don't like it, fuck off. Shrek is shit. Period. Thank you, have a wonderful day. P.S. Kill Shrek.).
Ugh. Disney. Yes, I have a serious dislike of most Disney movies. You want a good Disney movie? I seriously recommend Pirates of the Carribean, Anastasia, and if you can find it, an old humourous goodie called The Black Cauldron.
Anyways. My up-above-posted poetry thingie is not a reflection of my current mood. Everything is fine. My job is stressful, but it's all good. I just had a few wicked ideas to jot down, and then a few more, and a few more, and bam. I'm suddenly blamming Disney crap. Heh heh, please excuse my 'innappropriate' language :P.
I haven't finished uploading all of my vacation videos onto Google video like I said I would. I still have them of course, I just haven't posted them onto the net yet. It's coming, this summer, I promise. Not today though.
My good friend Shawn Harding is blabbing stuff now... Can't focus... lost-... in-... blabber-bullshit-... helppppp.....
Will talk later.
Monday, June 18, 2007
I've been too busy to post folks.
http://www.freewebs.com/autumnbear/
Here's the address to my Freewebs web-page. Feel free to browse. I plan on making this a clickable link on this blog-sites' sidebar, but I don't have time right now to post it.
Later peeps! O_x
Here's the address to my Freewebs web-page. Feel free to browse. I plan on making this a clickable link on this blog-sites' sidebar, but I don't have time right now to post it.
Later peeps! O_x
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