Good Omens

[radiumgirl]

 I generally fear my mailbox. I rarely get fun mail. The coupon bundle is the highlight of my week.  Seriously.

Today's mail? Today's mail was awesome.

Two things have been causing me angst lately: the impending verdict of my application for an income-based payment plan for my student loans and news of whether or not I was rehired by Adventureland for the 2011 season.

The student loan wait was reaching ulcer-levels of panic because I applied for the revised payment plan in January and my first payment was due at the end of this month and I wasn't going to have it. Or, rather, I would have the payment, but I'd find myself evicted from my apartment and facing repossession of my car.

But guess what? I was approved. \o/

The Adventureland dilemma wasn't as nauseating because it's not like I don't have a job, and I'm not quitting my temping gig to go back to the park full-time anyway because I practically double my hourly wage over at the Evil Empire, but it would have been nice to have the extra cash, right? Right.

I tend to bite my nails every year before the rehire letters go out because I've come to realize that I'm a rather divisive figure in park mythology. The people who love me love me and the people who hate me really fucking hate me and there are very few people who simply whatever me. And last year, in particular, I may have gotten a little cheeky towards the end of the season, under the impression that I would score a "real" job right out of college and have no need for summer work.

I mean, I didn't tell my boss to fuck off to his face and I didn't kill anyone (you laugh but you haven't met my charges from my last season as a ride manager...none of them were fit to tie their shoes, let alone operate heavy machinery) but I'd show up to work with a shorter-than-regulation skirt, or I'd prank call the switchboard operator and everyone does these things, but I tend to get caught, and flaunt it, because I'm a rockstar immature.

I even called Gabe because I was worried and he hangs out with the hiring manager and I wanted him to do some spywork for me. Gabe was like, "Of course you'll be hired back. You're one of the most experienced workers in the park and your teams love you every year."

"They love me because I don't enforce time limits on breaks and they think it's funny when I come to work hungover."

"Well...you never killed anyone."

Thanks, Gabe. You're a pal. And you have nice abs.

Whatever. I got hired back. Guest Services, bitches.



















Hey switchboard, is your refrigerator running?

Comments

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

I wish I could use email for everything. I'm not good at deflecting phone calls. *whines*

I have no idea how/if I could handle making a condolence call. I'm really crappy at condolences, actually. I used to tutor a mentally challenged man, he was fifty and had the mentality of an eight-year-old, and his father passed away over the course of our sessions, and I was pretty much useless.

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

I don't want to do it again! At least not any time soon. I'm sucky with that kind of thing anyway; I didn't cry at either one of my grandparents funerals, but then when our hamster died I bawled my eyes out. I work in strange ways.

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

Aww. It's okay.

How was your evening?

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

Pretty uneventful - I really haven't done anything at all. I'm just lying in bed now on my laptop listening to the Footloose soundtrack.

What are your plans?

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

Pretty uneventful here too. I need to clean my cat's litter box, take the trash out, put laundry away. I might watch some Supernatural before bed. Not sure what season I'm feeling up to though.

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

Wow, kitty litter. Sounds like a party right there. I had to clean out the goldfish earlier, I know, restrain yourself from being too impressed by my life.

What time is it over there? I still haven't fully figured out the time difference.

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

Our lives are so awesome!

It's nine o'clock.

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

Heh, yeah. Everything okay? I think I'm too used to our 500 word comments!

I'll make a note that my 1am = your 9pm. Awesome.

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

Everything's good! I made chili for tomorrow. I omitted the meat because it's FRIDAY, so my brother is going to freak. I once subbed fake!meat and he took one bite and was like, "What is this crap?"

IT TASTES THE SAME. HE SO DIFFICULT.

So...I'm thawing ground venison in case he has that big of a problem with veggie chili, and he can cook it himself if he OMGNEEDSMEAT. Carnivore.

I'm brainstorming for Sam n' Dean go to Adventureland!

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

Sounds good - I quite often use meat substitute in spaghetti and it still tastes great. I like the flavour of the sauce anyway, not the meat in particular. I'm sure once he realises he's gotta cook it himself, he'll be chompin' down on your food.

LOL! They *need* to go there - and this definitely needs to be in my life. <3

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

Oh, he will. It's great. His roommate said he's the same way with her. He grumbles about her cooking, but never wants to cook himself.

It will be! They also need to go to Disney World and steal Mickey Mouse's head. <3

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

Bahaha! Let them start small first!

It's always so annoying when somebody complains about what you've cooked, but it gives perfect scope to just say "fine, cook yourself something then", and then when they can't cook or just won't cook you can laugh at them.

Paul's Mom asked me what time I wanted to wake up this morning. I said nine-ish, so she wakes me up at eight - thanks. I'm making a stand and not moving until nine. Just 'cause she's had a day off work to wait in for the repairman doesn't mean I gotta get up too.

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

*facepalm*

Eight o'clock =\= nine!

I decided to be a rebel today and wear flip flops to work. I wasn't told that I couldn't wear them...but when I asked once, I was given a squinty face and a "Welllll...hmmmmmm."

It's so warm today! I'm so excited. It's still cloudy and rainy, but it's warm. My landlords have flowers planted all around the porch and I just noticed this morning that they're starting to sprout up. *flails*

Any fun plans today?

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

Wow, I have to wait until at least May/June for flip flops! If you're just sitting around a desk and not lifting any heavy objects, I can't see what the problem would be really, so enjoy your feet! Okay, creepy...

I'd love it to be warm over here today. We're waiting for a boiler repairman to change a part, so our heating is off and the house is freezing. *Hugs hot water bottle* - It really is that bad.

Flowers and flip flops and warmth. I'm so jealous of you. So jealous. If I catch a plane, like, tomorrow, can I come stay?

My plans are just to go get a sandwich from Greggs then wait for the repairman with Paul's mom, so, nope, nothing fun.

Then it's work tomorrow and Sunday. I don't mind too much, at least it gives my like purpose.

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

LIFE* ^^

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

I could very well be freezing again this time next week. March is a crazy month. The weather is all over the place.

I'm sorry you're cold though! *hands you blanket* I hate being cold. I keep my heat really low in the winter because I'm crazy poor and gas is EXPENSIVE LIKE WHOA. I miss college, when I lived in a dorm, and even though it was a dump, the school paid our heat, and I cranked it up to glorious levels of warmth.

How long is a flight from the UK? Leave now and maybe you can come play in Ligonier and see Flowerchild and dance like a hippie.

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

The weather is always too unpredictable here; at this time of year you're better off expecting rain, cloud and freezing weather and then being excited when it's actually warm. Today hasn't turned out too bad: the sun is shining and it's actually warmer outside than in our hour!

We're just about to make lunch (at 3pm, so... finally) after being shopping and to the pharmacy. The repairman is coming back again later as he had forgotten the part. Epic fail.

I have no idea how long a flight is, six hours or more I think. I'd probably make it by midnight. <3

I always use a hot water bottle to keep warm or just put on layers of clothing.

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

He...forgot...the PART? Epic fail to the extreme. Wow. That's really special.

Midnight! Midnight works! They play until two.

Although, it takes an hour to get to the airport from my place...ok, so Flowerchild won't work, but my brother and my old roommate and I might be going to the Waterfront tomorrow, so there is still fun to be had.

I have an electric heating pad that my old roommate got me (because I kept stealing hers) named Paddington...because it's a PAD and I am SO ORIGINAL. I carry it everywhere. I sleep with it. The carrying doesn't alway work out though because the chord doesn't reach more than a few feet. But I seriously wouldn't have gotten through the winter without it.

How was lunch?

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

We actually had a massive argument with the guy, because their receptionists had told us some BS and made us reschedule the appointment from yesterday to today, so it messed up Paul's Mom in regards to time off work. He was really, really rude too. Silly men in manual jobs. Not that I have anything against that; my Dad's a plumber! But... yes... men... *sigh*

He's coming back after five, and we think he's going to be awkward just to spite us. We'll see.

I would totally come if funds allow. I'm going to google how much tickets would cost.

Oh, hey. I can fly on Monday for £535 return. That's only $863.99.

Ouch.

I'll start saving. <3

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

I totally googled airfare the other day because I was curious. I was like D: when I saw that. Rooney is like, BFFs with this guy from the Netherlands and he visits him every spring and every fall and I'm like, HOW CAN YOU AFFORD TO DO THAT. YOU WORK IN A BEER STORE.

And then he grins, "The Bank of Mom and Dad."

"Oh. I hate you."

I'm impatiently waiting for my tax return to land in my checking account so that I can book a flight to see Owen before the prices go up. I'm either going to be flying to South Bend, Indiana or Chicago. The Chicago fare is actually cheaper, but Owen would have to drive, like, two hours to pick me up, and deal with crazy Chicago traffic, as opposed to the one hour to South Bend...but I'm pretty sure he'll cave. And if he doesn't...the fare to South Bend isn't THAT much more expensive. I guess. Or I could take the train from Chicago. Whatever. There are options, and my google-fu loves a challenge.

Stupid Kalamazoo renovating their stupid airport and only operating half of their stupid gates. *sulk* He only lives TWENTY MINUTES from THAT airport.

*sigh*

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

I wish I had rich parents! That would be awesome. As it is, I don't. We're just floating about in the 'enough money to live comfortably' category.

Damn you Kalamazoo. Not only do you have a crazy name, but you suck with timing. *Shakes fist* Lol, I totally typo'd that one to *shakes fish*... that too.

You should road trip it out like Sam 'n' Dean would. I know that's not practical, but it'd be awesome.

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

*shakes fish* I LOVE IT.

Oh, there will be roadtrips. My EPIC PLAN OF EPICNESS is to make three trips out there before I move. It's a six-hour drive though, and when I did the math, the amount of gas I put in my car for that would equal one round-trip airplane ticket (if prices don't go up much more), and since I always want an excuse to fly, I decided that flying out for the first visit is an awesome idea.

The last two trips will be driven though, because I want to start moving things, and I'd really like to avoid renting a moving van if I can. If I pack well on my trips, I should be able to do it.

I love epic road trips. When Owen went to school in Cleveland, I drove out every month. That was only a three-hour drive, but it was still tons of fun.

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

That sounds like a good idea, take a bit out there at a time. Just make sure you plan well and only take what you're not going to need at home, because that could cause some problems!

I haven't driven a car since I passed my test two years ago - if I needed to make a three hour journey I would just about die. I need to take some more 'experience' lessons soon, just so I don't completely eradicate all of my driving knowledge. It would be awesome to just listen to music for hours though.

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

Yup! It's going to help that I won't have alot of HUGE stuff to take out. Don't need to take my bed, don't need to take a sofa. I might not have to take my TV if Owen gets a decent one by then (so of course my brother is excited because my TV is rather nice and he wants it) so it's really just going to be a matter of boxing things up well. I think my books are going to be the biggest pain. I own...over 300 books. There is literally an entire wall of my bedroom taken up by shelves. They were the hardest thing to move when I left/got-kicked-out-of my mom's. I had, like, four friends come over with laundry baskets and liberate them while she was at work one day.

The music was the best part of the roadtrips! I would make huge playlists. Some of them were really sweet. Unfortunately, none of them exist anymore because my old iPod had a massive meltdown and I had to redo my whole library. *cries*

My old car had amazing speakers too. I miss them. It was a 1992 Honda that I named Cthulhu, and it wasn't much to look at , but the previous owner installed a brand new stereo, new speakers, everything. I joked that I didn't buy a car, I bought a sound-system on wheels. I would have ripped it all out and had it reinstalled in the PT Cruiser if it would have fit. Lucifer's speakers SUCK.

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

I have quite a few books, but not 300! That's a scary amount, and so heavy too. You're definitely going to have fun running them between states.

The rogue-traders have just turned up and are stomping around the house because evidently WE have caused trouble by making them come back late on a Friday. YOU FORGOT THE PART, MISTER.