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]

*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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Heh. I mean, it's not exactly 300 works of fine literature. I just never get rid of anything.

They ARE so heavy though. Owen was like, "You have a kindle now...maybe you can downsize," and I just glared at him. There are some things I would just rather own in hard copy. It's easier to take notes by hand and I just like the FEEL of books and the smell and the way the pages feel and...ok, I'm a freak.

OH THE POOR BABIES. I hope they aren't too awful. <3

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

Me too! I have heaps of notebooks that I know I will never read through, but... Must... Keep.

The guys are still in the kitchen working, Paul's mom as I are now watching Comic Relief on TV where famous people do funny things to get donations for charity. I'm hungry though and gotta wait for them to be done. We bought potato wedges and peas and a vegetarian pasta thing and it sounds so good... *Drools*

Nothing beats reading a book in the bath, reading a book in the pool on holiday, dog-eared pages. <3

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Mmm...pasta.

We had chili and baked potatoes and we're arguing over whether or not our friend Greg's one girlfriend was Irish or Scottish, or whether or not there was an Irish and a Scottish girl. Greg's kinda've a man-slut and he was the resident assistant for the international student's dorm. We refer to that period of Greg's life as his "World Tour." We are awful people.

We're probably going to head out to the bar in an hour or two. It get's really busy when Flowerchild plays.

How did repairs go?

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Oh, I totally forgot that your friend was over! I hope you're having an awesome time.

Repairs went fucking shit. They didn't have the right part for the fire in the end, they make another leak on the heating system. It was a right pain in the butt and they're coming back tomorrow (but only if the guy isn't too hungover, he even said that).

Too much stress!

Paul has been out all night again, I have to text ten times to get a response and it seriously feels like I only get a message when he wants to send one. I'm quite pissed and upset, actually. I don't know what's happening with us. I'm really emotionally strung at the moment, so I'll try and keep my tears to myself.

TOO MUCH STRESS!!

GIEGJNFGNGNNHG! MEN! Gahhhhh. Okay. I feel a little better.

Have a great night, homegirl.

<3

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G'night <3<3 it shocks me that angry equates to DRUNK, but... Better than being sad. Hope your night was good and all. Much love. The bed is spinning around me -- wow. I look up to the ceiling and feel like I am totally at Adventureland. Just don't 'coaster me as I will totally barf. 'Kay. 'night! ♥!!

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

Good morning, darling!

I hope you are having a lovely day so far and that the repairman showed up and wasn't a complete waste of air. I can't believe he made that comment! Wow.

The Googlie was good. Yuengling was on special, but Flowerchild didn't play The Weight and I was literally sitting on a sofa whining for it. They do such a good cover.

Chrissy even had a good time. I was a little bit worried because she's actually from Pittsburgh (when I say I'm from Pittsburgh, I'm actually from a smaller town right outside) and she tends to get a little bit of an "I'm from the city and better than you" complex and Ligonier is pretty rural. Not, like, "Let's go to a barn raising" rural...but it's small and quaint and has a ton of Bed and Breakfasts and antique shops and I joke that the only people who live there are "rich old white people." So I was totally expecting Chrissy to whine the entire time about how bumfuck it is. Especially because I have, from time to time, referred to it as bumfuck myself.

Instead, she was all, "This place is so pretty! I need to come take pictures!" and she wants to come back again.

OH. And there was a fight. We went home after the fight and got sandwiches from Sheetz. Today, we're going to the Waterfront for lunch at PF Changs, cheap shopping, and maaaaaybe a movie. Then I have to help my brother fill out his grad school application and get Owen to give me a weekend to visit him so I can buy a plane ticket because my tax return is finally in and I have ALL THE MONIES (except not). Sometimes my weekends are busier than my week.

I hope work is going well and that you didn't barf and that there are no creepy dudes bugging you! <3

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Good evening!

I managed to read your message whilst at work this afternoon, however (sadly) I only get thirty minutes for lunch and I barely manage to eat in that time as it is!

I'm glad that you and your friend had a good time latst night, although you totally should have stood by the stage and made a request for them to play the song. Saying that, I would've just sat sulking, but yeah - you're the fan, you call the shots! Heh. I don't think I've ever been to a place like that with a live band... I have been to loads of music gigs, but it's just getting crushed and sweaty. Totally awesome though.

Fights are always fun, well, as long as nobody is seriously injured and it's not *you* who is involved! Paul text me earlier and said somebody had put a brick through his bus window... wtf... crazy city in which I live.

Did you go to the movies? What did you seeee? I saw True Grit and Black Swan last, but totally need to go soon. My parents gave him a gift voucher for the cinema by us as a christmas present, so we could go for free, that'd be cool.

I'm going to the theatre again on Tuesday to see a show about the Blues Brothers, so at least I have someeeeething to do this week. I have a job application to submit by Wednesday, and this is one that I actually want so I'll spend Monday and Tuesday trying to do it justice. I've already applied for the same job in the past so I'm going to just shake up my app a bit. Although, I haven't done anything since I applied last, so no idea what I will add/change.

The repair-guy is coming in again Monday. Seriously, if it doesn't get fixed this time I'll tie him up and gag him, and... well... I'll try to be calm. Deep breaths, deep breaths.

I've just had tea with Paul's Mom and guess what I did?! I should rename myself "disaster woman"; I was getting something from the cupboard in the kitchen and the vinegar jar fell out and broke the edge off one of our plates - oh dear. I have a broken glass upstairs in my wardrobe too that I'm hiding. I fail at life. A month ago I sliced through my hand cutting baguettes and you could see the fatty layer underneath. Ick. I am so awful.

I wasn't sick, although I was still feeling drunk at work this morning. I like it; it makes me talk to customers more, and like, be happy. *Fake drunk!smile, glassy eyes...* Hee.

Hope you're having a good day! <3


ETA: I should learn to proof-read. *Edits manically*

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

Hehe, as far as I know, no one was hurt in the fight. The bouncer through the fighters out, and we left shortly after that. They were still screaming at each other on the sidewalk, then went around the back of the building, but we left for real at that point, so I suppose if anything substantial happened, it'll be in the paper.

I generally like the more mellow bands for indoor shows. I've been to a few shows of the "crushed and sweaty" variety, and they make me nervous inside because there's nowhere to go. I love Warped Tour in the summer though. It's outside and there's so much room if you want to go dance in the pit or sit on the hill and drink beer.

We ended up not seeing a movie this afternoon because there was nothing we particularly wanted to see and then Chrissy had to run home because her brother got mugged last night and just told her parents today and they were freaking out even though he's okay (just missing an iPod).

Muggings, bricks through windows, people are crazy yo.

That sucks that you have to wait until Monday for the repairman. That's so...wow. Just wow. I hope you aren't freezing your butt off. Or bleeding everywhere! Knives are sharp! Be careful, lady!

Although...I fail at handling them too sometimes. Last summer, I was slicing a potato and I sliced the skin off the top of one of my knuckles off. It was so gross and it bled everywhere and I had to wear one of those finger condoms at work. Its all healed now, but the skin on that knuckle is all pink and shiny even though that happened months ago.

*hugs* Hope you had a good day too! <3

[si-star-x.livejournal.com]

My Dad constantly bitches to me about "waving my phone around" and even taking my phone out of the house sometimes. He's convinced somebody is going to attack me, and it's crazy 'cause I have mad self-defence skills. Actually, that's a lie, I'd probably just hand over my stuff and cry, but still. Our area isn't exactly 'safe', but it's not crazy or anything. We've only had the police knock on the door five times for cars dumped at the end of our street, nobody has been stabbed yet.

I am not trusted with sharp objects, in fact, Paul's Mom refuses to buy any sharper knifes because she thinks I'll cut my fingers off - and she's probably right. I am accident-city.

I'm not freezing, although I am wearing PJ bottoms that are ripped to shreds from where I first caught them on the puppy-training cage, tore through them and then scratched the back of my leg so deep that I am scarred for life, and then this evening when I sat down and ripped them even more. They are destined for the bin tonight, but they have stars on and are pretty. I hate throwing things out, even ruined things. I have a hot water bottle too, so yeah, it's not too bad. Wait, what am I going on about? The heating still works. Heh, we just don't have hot water.

Finger condom. Now that's sexy.

[radiumgirl.livejournal.com]

Chrissy said her brother is lucky he didn't freak his mugger out because Trent was supposed to meet a friend nearby, and when the guy came up behind him and did the whole, gun-in-the-side-"don't-move" routine, he thought it was his friend and elbowed him and called him an asshole.

Yeah.

His parents are pretty mad because he got mugged while walking to a party in the middle of the night that was behind held in literally the ghetto of Pittsburgh and he was walking around with his headphones in.

However, while they are upset that he is a moron, they're happy he's not dead. So, yay.

I have crappy peripheral vision, so I walk into walls like, ALL THE TIME.

No hot water!?! Oh no, cold showers are the worst. When Xander lived here, our water tank went bad and it took two days for the landlord to fix it. Xander just sucked it up and took cold showers but I would get up early just to boil water and fill the tub to an acceptable level for bathing. I have dedication. Haha.

Finger condom was way sexy. It was BLUE.

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Not dead is made of win. I'm literally about to fall asleep so will reply more coherently tomorrow. <3 'Night!

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The only time I like cold showers is in the summer when I sit outside in an attempt to get a tan. I love jumping in a freezing cold shower for just a few moments to cool off. Mm. I want the summer so badly; I'm sick of dreary grey days and having to wear a coat. If I could move away from England today, I totally would.