jecca_mehlota: (blah blah blah)
( Jun. 8th, 2012 02:56 am)
This is a pretty random entry. Some real life stuff, some fandom stuff, some musings on things, and a couple random facts about myself that I'm not necessarily ashamed of but am kind of embarrassed to admit. Possibly not in that order.

OH BUT FIRST: thanks to everyone who commented on my clothing crisis entry! Your opinions really helped. :D

Okay, go! )

la la la it is almost 3 am way past time to go to bed


... wait, did I create this "cartoons forever" tag or is someone messing with me? I am legitimately not sure. (The perils of allowing outside tag creation, haha.)
I was thinking about writing and characters and fanfiction versus original fiction and all that sort of stuff this evening while waiting for the dishes to dry so I could cook dinner! And. I was going to go into some wordy back story here, but really it was only ever one person, wasn't it? I don't know. I know other people's original characters/universes are generally not that exciting! TOO BAD I'M TALKING ABOUT IT ANYWAY. Anyway. One or two people have, on occasion, asked something about Okame-verse (which still needs a better name) and the timeline and overall storyline and I... generally don't have an answer for it! And I (finally?) put the why behind that into words. A lot of the time when you've got characters that you write about, you write, you know, a story. And, the thing is, with those two, there isn't really one. There's no big, overreaching ... thing. I mean, when I write about them, it's just an incident in their lives. That's all.

I do have a universe or two with, you know, actual plots (I've pretty much never posted about them, though), but this isn't one of them.

And sometimes I feel kind of bad, or weird about that? I dunno. Like, how does Okame freaking out this time relate to wherever you're eventually going with this? And I'm not eventually going anywhere with any of it. I mean, yeah, sure, depending on when in their lives I write them, they act different, or stuff has changed, but they're (probably) never going to do anything special or, uh. Interesting, even, haha. I just like them. Even if they won't ever solve the world crisis of doom or save the whales or anything.

I was going to make an allcaps-y sentence about how they're both weird and dysfunctional and totally not girlfriends shut up Jade will kill you, but I feel like I've been seeing a lot of internet drama lately and don't want anyone to jump on me for accusing [x] group of people of being completely mad. Or socially inept. Or dysfunctional. Or ... whatever. So, uh, I guess I won't.


Good sign you've been spending too much time pounding away at a word doc (EVEN IF YOU AREN'T GETTING ANYWHERE ARGH RAGE): you keep reflexively hitting ctrl-s every paragraph or so. I've attempted to save the update page five or six times now. Good job, self!

And now boring real life whining )

For your daily dose of is she really still talking about that?, San d'Oria took Sarutabaruta in conquest this week, which is pretty awesome! We've claimed Gustaberg quite a few times, but we've only rarely taken Saru[tab] and, to my unending frustration, those times have always been during weeks I haven't logged on for whatever reason. (Oh, yes, this is FFXI-talk now, if you didn't know what any of this was about.) BUT THIS WEEK - haha! So now I've run supplies to the outpost by Windurst and so now I have finally done the supplies quest for every outpost (on Hisime, and that I have access to, anyway. No Sky yet, but that's the only one, now). I took Aya and Ki out, too, since, you know, Windurst? FAR AWAY. And Ki can't airship it, so, uh, yeah. Long trip for her no matter how you go about it. (EXCEPT NOT ANYMORE i love op warp)

Also, it's been over a year and a half since my brother started trying for the m.kris and all it's got him so far is a couple hundred thousand gil down the drain. He's considering giving up and, since that would mean he can't go anywhere (or going to gt a Joyeuse, which he doesn't have time for), quitting. So right now he's trying to come up with a way to make 3.5 million, because the thought of fishing for more marlin (only for, again, absolutely none of them to give a chart, and even if they did, for the fight to them only give us another fuscina or piece of oxblood and a dwarf pugil) is too unbearable. Dear SE: it would not kill you to be just a little nicer to your playerbase on occasion!


To end on a random note, here's an amusing article on why the US Life on Mars was STUPID. Or at least not as good as the original. Reading that has had the perhaps unfortunate side effect of making me want to rewatch the original again.
Was talking to my brother last night, he was telling me about his current Knights of the Old Republic 2 files. He's playing through twice, side by side, one good and one evil file.

Today: "my evil kotor2 file got corrupted"


Well, naturally.

Related IM convo silliness I am preserving here for my own amusement. )

Sooo. I have no idea how to conclude this post.

... part of me really wishes the tags appeared in the order I added them.

Edit:
CRAP. I just noticed that it's October. NOW I HAVE TO HURRY UP AND DECIDE IF I'M GOING TO TRY NaNo THIS YEAR. aaaaaaaaugh.
HOUSING GET


:D :D :D


NOW I GET TO FREAK OUT FOR ENTIRELY DIFFERENT REASONS. LIKE "OH MY GOD I HAVE TO MOVE OUT NEXT MONTH."




edit:
i will be getting a new address, which i will give out once i know it. (Well, I know my location, but I think I'm just going to get a PO box.) My parents are not going anywhere so you can still mail things to the address you have, and I will get them. (Also, I'm not moving out until I get back from Mexico, which is mid to late January.)


ALSO I will stop bouncing around and start being as coherent as I ever am soon. I rewarded myself with a copy of Crisis Core, and ended up picking up a copy of Shadow of the Colossus for myself, as well. I was looking at the massive wall of used PS2 games and ... yeah, shut up, I have no self restraint at times. (AT LEAST THE GAMESTOP IS ACROSS THE BIG ROAD FROM THE TOY STORE AND NOT NEXT DOOR TO IT, RIGHT?) Also, I saw a copy of Ōkami, which was really surprising, because I never see that game anywhere. But I bought mine when it came out, so I don't need it. That was just surprising to find.

Edit 2 'CAUSE I CAN:
Also, we're eating Thanksgiving dinner tonight finally. AND THEN WE ARE GOING TO WATCH WALL·E because it is adorable (and since I now own it, we don't even need to go rent it).

I AM EXCITED RIGHT NOW.

Edit 3:
To make today be pretty much perfect, my brother helped me find something that'd allow my computers to play all AVI files again. Finally.

So now I will be busy watching, you know, all of series 12 of Top Gear for the next day or so. GEEZ. *dances*
Jecca, driving to work. It's a beautiful day and there's not a cloud in the solid blue sky. The sun is somewhere overhead, completely out of her field of vision.


She thinks, genuinely confused: But I turned weather effects back on last night.



Then she nearly crashed the car in horror.




In FFXI, when you disable weather, you not only turn off actual weather - rain and snow and wind and the like - you turn off sky effects. No clouds, no stars at night. There's still a sun and a moon, but the sun's often directly overhead and not in your field of vision. I play with weather effects off most of the time, because some effects, especially dust storms, make my computer lag up. Lagging is not something I can afford, as timing is very important to a thief. I turn them on for short periods of time when I know I won't be in places with EXTREME WEATHER or if I'm not planning on partying. Reference shots of sky, 11 am (game time): weather on, weather off.

I cannot believe I actually thought that. I just... I've never done anything like that before, completely misplacing reality in such a manner. I am both mortified and appalled.
Er, if anyone's been wondering what happened to me - almost two weeks without posting? Probably a record - I occasionally go through extreme bouts of inability to be at all social. During these times, dealing and interacting with others becomes too hard for me, and I tend to fall off the face of society in every way possible, and I emotionally disconnect from most everyone around me. I do not know why this happens. I deal with it when it happens, even though that's hard. It's actually more comfortable staying like it, and it takes effort to pull myself back out of it. (I wonder if the ridiculous amount of posting I did in February was a subconscious attempt to head this off - forcing myself to socialize is the only way around it.) Someone called me on hiding this afternoon, and I'm feeling a little bit more normal, anyway, so, er, Hi. I'm here and posting again.

Mostly I have spent the last while attending my classes, doing my homework (and finding out my 2003 copy of Excel can't make the graphs required for class, that was fun), going to work, and then, in my free time, conducting some cooking experiments but, for the most part, sitting at home watching Top Gear (they've lots of episodes I've not seen here) and playing FFXI with my brother (because he's not included in the massive pool of people I ignore while in one of my phases). We camped a few notorious monsters, were murdered in a few besieged events, collected and traded in entirely too many eggs for the Easter event Egg Hunt (as a result of this, my Mog House is now in a state of CONSTANT NOISE. If by "constant" one means "every fifteen minutes." Turns out the new furnishings have sound effects), and we took Nabiki and Hisi through a few more of the Wings of the Goddess missions. Summary of events: omgwtf male mithra

Also, I saw another lawn covered in plastic flamingos ... yesterday? Madness. And my BotCon invoice came in. I'm in the blue group! Which means, if I want to get to MSTF (which I most definitely do), I will probably have to skip picking up the at-con exclusives until later on in the weekend.


A very short conversation with my mother (because my parents aren't entirely exempt from the group of people I start ignoring) a night or two ago - wherein I revealed I'd written a few more parts for "GT" (my mother read and actually liked "GT". Yeah, it surprised me, too) - saw her voicing the same conclusion that I'd reached earlier. I probably ought to drop the Offshoots. My inner thirteen year old protests this vehemently, as she appears to enjoy writing the things. Could I get a few opinions on this? It's still weird to me to think I've written things featuring real people, and we all know I can't be trusted to give myself sound writing advice. Other people seem to like them, and if I look at ... everything I've written and finished in the last year (I started writing/plotting out "GT" in March of last year. That is odd to think about) has been at the request, or at least encouragement, of other people.

Not real good at writing for myself, but then I'm content with playing things out in my head, so that's not much of a surprise is it?


... I'm not feeling verbose enough to bother typing this out more than I have and I don't want to exceed my current self-imposed word-limit for the month. I write for people because I don't feel the need to write for myself! SHOULD WE TRY A POLL?

[Poll #1156599]


My answers are lame because I am only filling this out so it stops prompting me to. Shut up, little boxes.

And if anyone has anything they want to see, I will take pretty much any request. Ask [livejournal.com profile] ineptmagicuser (and I should probably forbid her to answer this post but I am not, because I apparently don't value my sanity in the least). She's got me writing something that might be romance if you squint at it hard enough. Seriously. What is that, Aniko.


Edit:
Er, comment insanity happened. You can ignore it. Or join in. Whichever.
jecca_mehlota: (Leap!)
( Dec. 22nd, 2007 11:53 pm)
FOR THE LOVE OF YOUR DEITY HERE. NO.

I DO NOT NEED TO WRITE ANOTHER SILENT HILL CROSSOVER, AND IT MOST CERTAINLY DOESN'T NEED TO BE A DIRECT SEQUEL TO THE FIRST ONE. (NO ONE EVEN READ THAT. YOU'D THINK THIS WOULD DISCOURAGE ME.)



... MIRAGE, I SWEAR, IF YOU DON'T STOP SMIRKING AT ME SO SMUGLY, YOU'RE NEXT. YOU'LL GET STUCK IN THE HELLTOWN WITH SOMEONE NAMED JEREMIAH AND YOU'LL BE CHASED BY DEMON CAT-CARS OR SOMETHING. EVEN THOUGH THAT MAKES NO SENSE BECAUSE WHY WOULD YOU BE ANGSTY ABOUT A CLOSE CALL WHEN YOU HAVE A MILLION AND TWO OTHER MORE REASONABLE THINGS TO ANGST ABOUT. SHUT UP AND GET IN THE BOX WITH ALL THE OTHER ALTERNATORS.

please dont it would be so lonely if you were all packed up

mirage why is there a spiderweb on you the spiders should all be dead or asleep or something by now and that wasnt there yesterday




There are Hanukkah songs stuck in my head. This would almost make sense if not for two very minor details:
- Hanukkah is over.
- I am not Jewish.


I have no sanity.
I was just tackled by Rapid Onset Writer's Block. I don't know why.

Obviously, the thing to do is post to LJ.

Fandom talk, by which I mean complaining. )

I am updating all the time again already. I do not mean to spam, but I did come to the realization while typing this entry up that I'm avoiding Things. I thought the trip to California might help, but it seems to have made things worse. I'm worn out. I'm tired of fighting.

At least I've finally figured out there is another problem, even if I'm not entirely confident I know what it is yet. At least I'm not just running this time.


Also, despite my computer checking out clean, the Final Fantasy XI hacking has me so frightened. I read a few stories of people who've had their accounts taken from this before I freaked and started boycotting all FFXI-related sites, and it is extremely distressing to me to think of my characters being taken over and used to farm gil and harass other players. I probably shouldn't be so emotionally invested in these digital characters, but Hisi, at least, as been a constant for a little over four years now and I can't stand the thought of losing her here and like that. (Though, really, I'd never lose her, I'd just lose the account.) I don't think that I could take it, and I'm going to go knock on wood until my knuckles bleed now.

I just want things to be okay. I don't understand why that's so hard. And now I'm whining like some eight year old. Good grief.
Jecca's day:

Chatlogs with Brain )

So apparently I am writing this now, because Aniko likes my Brain and feeds it Brain-cookies, and the thing was writing itself anyway, and augh.
jecca_mehlota: (Moogle-go-round)
( Nov. 7th, 2007 12:08 am)
I watched Top Gear 10x4 earlier today! It was fantastic. However, I have an exam tomorrow morning and am about to run to bed, so I really only have two things to say.

ONE: I was completely unsurprised both at Jeremy's car troubles and the fact that the Lancia came through in the end, but for a completely irrational reason: Wheeljack's a Lancia. No wonder it spontaneously burst into flames on occasion.

TWO: RICHARD HAMMOND AND OLIVER = CUTEST THING EVER. OH GOD. HEARTS. hearts hearts hearts hearts hearts


And now for something completely different.

I'd written part of this a while back. It got sent in the mail, and I've no idea if it's arrived yet, but nor do I care. I have been working on it since then, but I am not sure why. This is [livejournal.com profile] rionaleonhart (and her writing VARCHET/MOOGLE OTP at me for like an entire page)'s fault entirely. Yes, I am revisiting this. (Varchet is back at his post, for the curious.) The following is not intended to be serious in the least.

Men and Moogles )

YEAH, I DON'T KNOW. I've no idea how long this will go on, if it goes any further at all.
jecca_mehlota: (I (might have) had dignity once.)
( Nov. 2nd, 2007 10:39 pm)
Another box of old supplies and folders and papers yields more surprises, these ones less glee-inducing than the ridiculous stick figures and notes from school and the like!

In this box, I found a bunch of my old drawings/sketches, which isn't so bad except I could draw even less then than I can now, which means a lot of it's really awful. Also, some of its stuff based of things I was writing at the time, and therefore irredeemably bad solely on principle.

And, of course, a lot of old writing. AUGH AUGH BURN IT. WHAT WAS I THINKING. (To be honest, I knew it was awful at the time, but was forcing myself to write something every day and so just ended up writing it anyway.)

IT IS SO, SO AWFUL. UGH. UGH.

I have no idea what to do with any of it, either! I try not to throw out any of my old work, but this is seriously, seriously awful stuff.


There are approximately TEN THOUSAND (probably more) hand written pages of notes from video games. Bits of script, key combinations, item locations, puzzle clues, oh, God, you name it, if it's from Final Fantasy VII, VIII (especially VIII), IX, X, X-2, Chrono Cross, or Kingdom Hearts, I've got it. I honestly cannot believe the amount of stuff I have written down. THANK GOD FOR PERSONAL COMPUTERS AND INTERNET. I can just get rid of all this stuff.


At the bottom of the box, I found some slightly more recent stuff - from about 2003, I'd imagine. It's pages and pages and pages and notebooks and... everything, just everything full of notes and images and character bios and just information on a story I had planned to start writing featuring characters created by my friends and I. Just for fun, you know? Everyone seemed really into it, then all of a sudden they all weren't. It was a very abrupt change and I never quite figured out what triggered it.

But looking at this stuff just makes me sad. I remember when I was friends with people and stuff and it just ... it's upsetting, and what I really want to do is talk to something about this stuff, but there is no one online right now except my brother, who wouldn't even pretend to care, and I know my parents wouldn't care, either. I don't want to SAY it, I want someone to HEAR it. I guess I will keep it bottled up forever instead or something. BLEH.

On the more positive side, since this is the universe that Jade and Okame were originally inhabiting, there's a bunch of stuff on them. Most of it's out of date and none of it's actual writing, but there are some little doodles that I really like. And, oh, God, it was so obvious even then that they were completely together. How did I manage to not notice that for so many years?
True to my word, I watched Top Gear clips on YouTube for much of the afternoon (one of them was the race from Italy to the restaurant in London. I love that one. I tried to inflict it on my brother, but I don't think he watched it. What a spoilsport). I think I successfully banished Gene, but now I am tired and must go to bed.

Aside from that, my day was mostly uneventful. ... Well, actually, ...no, I guess it wasn't. I came downstairs to find my mother shouting over the radio to mock whatever baseball team it was that lost a game last night (okay, "AND ATE IT!" was pretty unexpected and funny to suddenly hear that from her).

Besides that, I'm going through MORE BOXES of stuff, and one of them held binders full of things from about 1999 to 2004. All from school, so notes and random doodles and such.

The contents made me happy! )


... So you'd think, all that considered, that today would have been a good day, yes? No. Despite all of this, I really feel a bit awful today.

In which Jecca is a whiny brat with emotional problems. )

BUT OKAY! We are done with that. Moving on with life!

Probably about time, anyway.


Tomorrow I will work on "GT" more. Really need to get going on that, since I've made absolutely no progress the last few days.

Edit:
More things that make Jecca happy: this YouTube video. She grins every time she ends up following a link to this video, because the text in the video cracks her up every time. And, of course, the sound-clip from the original cartoon at the very end will never not be hilarious. ("I lactate geometry"! XD)
The gaming lounge downtown closed! SORROW! More sorrow from downtown, but significantly less so, the Oasis Diner is changing hands. Didn't go there much at all, anyway, but it's still too bad. They're going to completely change it.

Unrelated, my wrist decided it hasn't proven how much it hates me in a while, so now I am stuck in the giant brace-of-no-articulation until the pain (which prompts an odd desire to cut my arm off) passes. (It's really not that huge, but I hate wearing the thing.) I HAVE NO WRIST ON MY RIGHT ARM. It is driving me insane. FLEX, you useless joint! *waggles fingers in futility* Neck is acting up, too, though that's an easy fix (but hearing and feeling my neck crack-pop in like ten places is never not going to be a bit worrying). At least my knees are behaving.

Also unrelated, obtained deluxe Movie Arcee! I'm not sure if they restock Sundays or Mondays, but by the time I have been getting there on Wednesdays, they only have, like... Payload or Dreadwing or somesuch other character that I do not want. She has a functioning kickstand! It is awesome or possibly I am just entirely too easily entertained. (Now if only Concept Camaro Bumblebee would just stop being sold out everywhere...)

Plus, new Heroes. (Yeah, yeah, that started last week. Shush.) (Also, there is no way this 'no longer entirely subtextual' subtext is unintentional.) (ALSO, Claire, ew, and didn't that hurt? JEEZ.)


...Finally, Mom made pumpkin cheesecake. Life is good.
jecca_mehlota: (You get credit for trying!)
( Sep. 4th, 2007 10:42 pm)
But I may be going to hell. I cannot believe I wrote this.


The Trans-Fan's Prayer

Transformers, who art of HasTak, hallowed be thy canon.
Thy warriors come. Thy battles be fought, on Earth as they are on Cybertron.
Give us this day our daily finds.
And forgive us our fanworks, as we forgive those whose fanworks offend us.
And lead us not into snipe bidding, but deliver us from scalpers.
For thine is the franchise, and the retcon, and the robots, for ever and ever.
Roll out.





YES I AM AWARE THERE ARE PLACES WHERE THE SYLLABLES DON'T MATCH UP.

Those of you not familiar with The Lord's Prayer may want to take a crash course, but I suspect this was inspired by the FFXI-based parody of it I saw on Allakhazam back when I frequented the forums there. Though the Intro Survey I've had sitting filled-out on my desktop for the last two months wherein I answered TRANSFORMERS FOREVER? with AND EVER, AMEN could not have helped.

I keep telling myself I will post that tomorrow. The problem is that I am a total wuss and also that today always has a tomorrow. What will happen, you see, is I will die horribly some day without having ever delurked, and then people will write tragic poems about it and send them around as internet chain mail.

Also, "And forgive us our fanworks, as we forgive those whose fanworks offend us" is like my new favorite line ever. And should perhaps be applied to every member of every fandom everywhere.
They stole our phone. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE THEM. To add insult to injury, despite our lack of phone, we still receive calls, and so must run across the store like useless twits, looking for the nearest available phone. Often only to run back to check the cakes in the display, or to rummage through the bins of decorations to see if we have Cinderella, or whatever it is they want.

I wonder what they are going to take next. There are not many things left - we are mostly limited to the oven and the counters. If they do not finish these renovations soon, I fear I shall go insane.

Saw three Corvettes, today, though! Two different black ones and a red one. They are such pretty, pretty cars. bwee!


Not sure what else I need to do to convince people to write me letters. Writing to them doesn't work, writing back to them on the very, very rare occasional that they do write doesn't work. Perhaps it is all of the ridiculous doodles I put throughout. Guys! If you do not want to write me letters, please just say so and stop claiming you are really, really going to (really), because it makes me sad then, when you do not. I am starved for any kind of social interaction, and it is not fair to hold out such a tempting morsel and then draw it back away as you are. Fiends, the lot of you. (To be perfectly fair, I do have one person I have a sort-of-fairly-regularly-almost letter-writing thing going on with. Long live snail mail!)


This song is annoying. No, no, it is not tricky to "rock a rhyme that's right on time." How could that possibly be tricky? Better yet, why are you bothering to sing about how it is tricky, as opposed to just attempting it? Unless this song is supposed to show us your cleverness. NOT CLEVER. Also, ANNOYING. Certainly not tricky, though, I concede that we are, perhaps, working with different definitions of the word, "tricky."


Meanwhile, in the ongoing saga of, "I'm Not British, I Swear," I was apparently adopting some sort of accent this evening. I was unaware of it until my mother asked about it. I hold no delusions that it actually sounded even remotely British (though that is what she called it), as I am Not British (and should I ever find myself on the other side of the ocean and am struck by one of these apparent vocal glitches, I am quite sure I would be laughed off the land mass. This same idea is what kept me from attempting much Japanese while in Japan), but it was a bit disconcerting. Where was it coming from? Why? How did I not notice my manner of speech changing? CURSE YOU, BRAIN. (The other possibility, the one I favor, is that the ninety-plus-degrees-plus-humidity weather has fried her and she was experiencing auditory hallucinations. Or, my father was watching Doctor Who recently. Maybe she was hearing some of that somehow.)


Could this entry be any more random? (Perhaps the heat has gotten to me.) I think it could. Aniko and I should never be allowed to speak to each other after 11 pm. I end up helping her transform her Alternators (long distance! It is a good thing I have a digital camera, or else I'd never have been able to film Wheeljack's transformation for her!) though she does not need help with her really small ones (she has the same two as me, and I call them WSTs, even though it is wrong!), and then she ends up telling me what she is doing with them (that is most of the really short story behind this picture and all its relatives), and then she convinces me I need to write stories about it. So we get things like this:

This ties into the TF/TG crossover somehow. )

I am going to bed now.
Was I thinking too much, or not enough? Either way, the ridiculously high levels of emo that had started to take over have been driven back out. Victory!

I really do hate it when that happens. Someday I will figure out what triggers it, and then I will not have to deal with it anymore. (And someday we will all have flying unicorns. gaaah)


More GT may finally be coming around! (Yes, that appears to have become its working title, if only because I am the worst person in the world at titling things.) There also appears to be a very odd off-shoot of it crawling around in my head. We're blaming Aniko (again) for that branch, but it was my own Brain that decided the two were connected, so, eh. This is quickly turning into a very bizarre alternate universe. ... In which other alternate universe versions of some of the characters in it have cameos. (No, really. I've already written some of it and it is... bizarre.)

Can I chalk this up to sleep deprivation? I've got about six hours for the last three or four days and it has to be affecting me by this point.
jecca_mehlota: (STRESS!)
( Jul. 24th, 2007 12:28 pm)
I CANNOT STOP hearing my watch tick.

It is on the other side of the room because I threw it there.


AUGH!


But as soon as I glance at it, it stops. Clearly my watch is trying to drive me insane. It is WORKING.


Unrelated: Work Angst. )
My laptop's almost completely full. Time to back-up and delete a load of files. This is, I suspect, going to hurt. A lot. I think a lot of it is screenshots saved from Final Fantasy XI and those are my memories! yes, yes, I know I am pathetic. I think I can lose most of the random party screenshots, but I am keeping the Linkshell adventures.

Now we talk about television that we watch on our computer!

Only two episodes left. )

Because I am a firm believer in abrupt and nonsensical changes in the topic of conversation, I am now going to talk about one of my original characters.

Because, really, why not? )

I actually put Okame through Silent Endtil Hill once. It suited her well (she is so crazy), but I don't think she'll ever forgive me for it. (Though the few people who've read it seem to think the story itself was fairly decent, which is very surprising to me. I have low self esteem. Can you tell? ^__^ ...I'm not asking for praise or comfort or reassurance or anything, I'm just putting it out there. I'm aware of it and I try to ignore it. Sometimes it even works, somehow.


Anyway, so. My department's assistant manager seems to have come to the conclusion that I have no idea how to close the bakery, despite having been there for ten months and closing by myself for nine and a half of those. I should like to think that, were I forgetting something, someone would mention it. One does not need to leave me a note telling me to put the muffins in the case. Really. I know. Maybe she secretly hates me and wants me to know but doesn't want to get in trouble with the store managers for it. Oh, yeah? WELL, IT WON'T WORK! I HATE YOU, TOO!

... SO THERE!
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