lykomancer: (Zuko Drama and WTFry)
I seriously want to kill one of my coworkers.

He's not a bad guy. He's friendly. He's agreeable.

It's just that Dana's got the brains of a Labrador retriever.

So he's just annoying as all high fuck. He has absolutely no sense of urgency whatsoever. Give him a task-- any task, regardless of how simple-- and he will take three hours or more to get it done...if he gets it done at all. He stands around chatting all the time. If you start talking to him about something and the phone rings, he needs you to not just stop talking to him and ask him to answer it, but you need to practically scream at him to answer before he even looks at it.

I flat-out told Toni that if I had to set ad with him again soon, I'd flip my fucking shit. Setting ad takes about three and a half hours every Saturday night. We start at 5; we close at 7; and it's all supposed to be done by 8:30. If we get done sooner, we go home sooner, but it's rare to get done earlier than quarter to 8.

Unless fucking Dana's there. The last three times I set ad with him, we didn't get done any earlier than 9. Last Saturday-- not yesterday, but last week-- was 9:26. NINE FUCKING TWENTY-SIX. HE WAS STILL DOING FUCKING NINE-UPS AT 9:10! JESUS H FLYING CHRIST-CRISPIES.

We're supposed to report every instance where we talk to a customer in electronics or furniture and report whether we made a sale or not. There's not really any pressure, but corporate is trying to estimate how many sales we close vs. how many opportunities we have. To get an accurate number, we're supposed to report every conversation, no matter how short or if the customer is "just looking". I'm fairly good about this, so my opportunity to close rate is something like 5:1 or so.

Dana's opportunity to close rate is something like 7:6, which makes me strongly suspect that he's not reporting every opportunity. Yeah, he's apparently good at sales-- it's the only thing he's good at-- and maybe he got a wave of good luck yesterday, but those numbers seem unusually good.

Just... Just everything. Everything he does makes me want to slap the shit out of him. I want to cut his face up with pieces of glass.


In other news, I haven't expressed my love for Toni here.
Toni's management.
She just turned 24, which I managed to guess simply because I already knew she was 25 or younger. However, she acts like... I don't know how to phrase this. She acts like a Real Adult. Like a really Real Adult, more so that just about every other person I've EVER met, regardless of age or station.

She's also terrifying.

I'm not frightened of many people. I think I can count the list of people who scare me on two fingers. And Toni's one of those two.

It took me months to figure out her sense of humor, but once I did, I wasn't scared witless of her like I was at the beginning. Now I'm just intimidated-awed-obedient. However, we do get along decently. Before both Tim and Bethany left (*sadface*), they both separately reported that Toni liked me. I'm Cool with that. I Do Not Want to Piss Toni Off, because I have an active survival instinct which informs me that doing so would be a Critical Error.

I gotta admit, it's weird. I'm so unused to being scared or intimidated of anyone, of feeling like someone's really earned my respect and obedience, that there's a weird, erotic undertone to my response. That is what a Dominant is supposed to be like. Right there.

Back off to work. With luck, Dana's not there today. I don't want to spend my shift murderous.
lykomancer: (Default)
Holidays starting.
Oh god, I hate holiday season.

I hate all the flaming imbeciles that come to the Mall of America on a Saturday in December and then cluelessly ask me, "Is is always this busy?"


I hate all the morons that come to the Mall of America on a Saturday in December and then demand to know how we possibly could be sold out of [X]. DIDN'T WE KNOW IT WAS GOING TO BE POPULAR!? WHY DIDN'T WE STOCK OVER 9,000!?


I hate-- oh god, HAAAAAAAAAAAATE-- all the people who come to the music department with an armload of books and excuse themselves by whining, "The line up front is soooooooo long!"

ALKJGDHLKDFGsdlfkjsldfkjslkajsdlkJLKWRAGERAGERAGE. I FUCKING HATE YOU. WHY DOES EVERY SINGLE PERSON NEED TO SAY THIS!? WHY!? WHY?! I know the line up front is long, you fucking dipwad-- it's the Mall of America on a Saturday in December. NO SHIT, THE LINE IS LONG. But there are nine people up there ringing as fast as humanly possible and usually also a line manager. Back here, there's JUST ME. DOING EVERYTHING: shelving, cleaning, answering questions, finding things, preventing shrink, and ringing. I guaran-fucking-tee you that the line up front, no matter how long, will be quicker than waiting for me.

"It's not the 'holidays'; it's Christmas!"

...fuck you, lady. I'm Jewish.
(No, I'm not, but I am for every heinous bitch that tries to correct my offensively PC "Happy Holidays" into a "Merry Christmas". NO. I want to say "Happy Holidays." AND I WILL. AND YOU CAN BITE MY PASTY WHITE ASS.)

I hate the rampant consumerism. I hate the rush and impatience and rudeness. I hate the overstimulation and expectation. I hate the self-importance.
I hate the way people admit to buying things for other people simply because of the obligation-- not because they care or they want to or they saw the perfect gift. No. Obligation. I have to.
UGH. No. You don't. Stop it.

For the next month, it's all black and emo eyeliner for me.
lykomancer: (Perception is Suffering)
If I knew how to quit without committing suicide, I would.

Then again, committing suicide would be far more pro-active of an action than I am capable of taking at this juncture in time. If I had that kind of resolve, I wouldn't be in this position.

I'm sitting alone and crying into my coffee like a loser. )
lykomancer: (UU Jihad)
This really, really offends me.

Whether or not God does or does not exist, we need to be worrying.

Either way, the collapse of the world economy is a human problem that was caused by human failings and needs solutions from human minds that can be carried out by human hands.

To believe that the Big Daddy In The Sky will save us all from our financial stupidity is ignorant, irresponsible, infantile, and above all, insulting to God (should one exist).

Also, happy birthday to me. I'm fucking awesome. YAY. \o/


Sep. 26th, 2008 10:53 am
lykomancer: (Perception is Suffering)
I don't usually write about news, or current events, or really anything outside of my daily life.

But I'm pretty damned pissed off at just about everything.

Sarah Palin is an unfunny date-rape joke. She's ignorant, unlearned, arrogant, and belligerent. She's white trash and proud. She thinks that killing animals and destroying land is fun and profitable; she's incredibly misogynistic; she's a moral hypocrite.

The economy doesn't need a boost in the form of rich white sell-outs receiving more money. They had money, and they lost it, and I don't want to be paying for this bail-out for the next ten years. I don't even make enough money to pay for my own mistakes, much less someone else's.

The Arctic ocean is a jacuzzi of methane gas leaking up through chimneys on the ocean floor, which had been capped with permafrost until recently. The permafrost melted due to global warming, and now all that methane-- which is about 20 times more potent a greenhouse gas than CO2-- is being released into the atmosphere.

Gas should be ten dollars a gallon. Public transit should be expanded. Hybrid and biofuel buses already exist. Build upon existing technology. We can build the fucking Large Hadron Collider but we can't make low-emissions, high-milage vehicles? Bullshit.

I don't know what to do. I want to scream but I don't know how. I'm surrounded by people who think that nonviolent action is meaningless. At this point I'd be grateful to see any action.
lykomancer: (Offended)
...but the cover of this week's Newsweek kind of makes me want to eviscerate someone just a little bit.

The design is simple. The cover reads, "What Women Want" in red, feminine handwriting with a tube of red lipstick beneath the words (as though the headline was written with it).

First of all, drop with the fucking cute, Newsweek. Lipstick? Really? Because nothing says "grown-up important things like politics and government are discussed inside!" like a cover that looks like it was designed by Cosmopolitan rejects. (Or seventeen year olds.)

Oh, that must be because all women wear make-up. Make-up is a defining characteristic of femininity, right?


Freud was a sexist bastard with a motherfucker complex. Also, since women make up 52% of the population; asking what women want is asking what half of the goddamn planet wants. It's fair to say, in fact, that we want most of the same fucking things the other half wants: clean water, sanitation, shelter, food, good health, community and family, etc., etc.

The sexes aren't actually all that different, you fucktards.
lykomancer: (My Turn to Go Mad)
Wendy's still irritating on occasion.
Randy's pissed at me because of his phone. (Ask if you want.)
I'm getting into online religious fights with FUCKING atheists.

SO HIT ME. This one should be easy; I am evil.

lykomancer: (Weather Report Fits of Rage)

Since apparently I have to justify my use of money and time before I am allowed to freely bitch about either in my own journal-- e.g. how tight money can get and why I can't/won't work a second job (or nonpaying internship!)-- without someone thinking I'm a hypocrite...

Is there anything else I need to explain to y'all? Is there anything else about my life I need to justify, clarify, or otherwise extrapolate on?

...only not really.

If you don't approve of my life, if it really annoys you and you think I'm a fucking moron for the way I'm living it (as, of course, seen through the slit-in-the-wall window of LJ for most of you, since many of you don't know me in real life), then fuck off.


You don't like it, stop reading it.

Do I sound pissy? You bet! I'm pretty much ok with that. I shouldn't have to run my goddamn budget and daily schedule in here just to verify with everyone that I'm not completely incompetent.
lykomancer: (Be yourself)
People, people, people.



God, I hate those bastardly things! Everyone's on them all the fucking time! Does anyone pay attention to the people they're actually with anymore? Or to their surroundings?


I don't think I'm asking for too much here:
- Don't talk on your cell phone on a bus or train where everyone has to listen to you.
- Don't talk on your cell phone when you are in a place of business whilst simultaneously trying to receive service from said business. (One conversation at a time, jackass.)
- Don't talk on your cell phone and drive. YES, it DOES affect your driving. Maybe you don't think so, but everyone else on the road does.
- Don't call a friend to chat when you are out with other friends. Spend time with the people who are making time for you!

lykomancer: (Stained)
Ehhhhhh... Life's not fun right now.
Life is, in fact, a pain in the ass.

I'm really fucking tired, and my hips hurt badly enough that I caught myself limping on the way home, this was the longest five hour shift EVER, and I got to get up at freaking 7 am to go back in for another 6 hours.
I don't want to get up and I don't want to go back there and I'm tired of my back and hips screaming in pain. This SUCKS; I want a REFUND.

And then I have to get some reading done for Ethics-- since I've done absolutely none of the work for either of my classes in weeks-- and then get up dirt-early on Monday so that I can deposit my paycheck and apply for both advances off of next semester's financial aid (so that I can pay December's rent) before class.

I've got to finish that naruto_wishlist fic, and I have two final papers/projects coming up, and I work ALL THE FREAKING TIME. I have so little time to depressurize and I need it specifically for that purpose-- destressing-- and yet I need to do my classwork, too.

Man, I'm just tired. I just need a few days off...
...and I'm not going to get them. Not for at least another month.
My choices in the meantime are a) die or b) dig until I manage to find some shred of that がんばって spirit, ne?

*Destressing (currently) = GIN-PORN. Oh my god, it devastates me. I don't even LIKE the other half of most pairings-- Aizen, Kira-- but that doesn't even matter, 'cause it's GIN. Nothing makes me happier at this moment.


May. 18th, 2006 12:37 pm
lykomancer: (Yay bondage!)
Why didn't someone tell me that if we didn't pay our internet bill for a few months they'd shut us off!? I mean, seriously, what the fuck is up with that!? HOW RUDE!

I'm gonna call the company!*

*I will, too!
...tomorrow, after Wendy's check is direct deposited into the account I have access to.

And why don't I have an "I am a fucking retard" icon? 'Cause, like, um...duh.
lykomancer: (Default)
Ok, you know what? There are seven cardinal sins in traditional Catholic theology. SEVEN. Originally, yes, there were eight principle vices but this list was reduced to seven and restructured around the 6th century, and the names of the Sins in FMA are clearly derived from the much more well-known later tradition set forth by Gregory of seven.

And, for the real idiots in the audience, the seven cardinal sins are: lust, gluttony, sloth, avarice, anger, envy and pride.

Now, what's so special about these seven?
Well, you have to know a little bit about classical Catholic theology, and in particular, what sin is.

Simplified Catholic/Augustinian Theology 101 )

Explanations of the Seven and Refutations of Eighth Sins )

Any questions?


Jul. 7th, 2005 11:41 am
lykomancer: (Shut up and die)
Dear terrorist organizations,

First off, wow! You really do exist! Holy shit. And you are dumb enough to brag. I'm, um... no, not impressed.
Second off, you stupid fucktards have just guaranteed around round of ethnocentric, nationalistic, close-minded political speeches promising revenge from both sides of the Atlantic, not to mention all the crap-tacular bullshit with the "threat level" no doubt going up, airport security cracking down on anyone with darker skin tones, more flags being waved by morons who buy into the current definition of "patriotism" as egocentric xenophobia, and more people affirming in their minds that the world is unsafe and no one can be trusted because of the actions of a few individuals.
Thank you for making my world a little more 1984, yo. Jesus, just when I thought most of this wanking started on 9/11 was finally starting to die down-- finally, after it'd already been stinking of rot for years now... But no, we can't have that, can we? Like spoiled little kids, you have to misbehave to get attention...but unlike pissy 5 year olds, you all throw tantrums that kill others.
'Cause, you know, that's exactly the kind of behavior Mohammad wanted to see in the followers of the religion Allah passed on to him- that which is called "submission".

Seriously unhappy,

There is a new price on freedom, so buy into it while supplies last. Changes need to be made: no more curbside baggage, seven pm curfew, racial profiling will continue with less bitching.
We've unified over who to kill, so until I find more relevant scripture to quote, remember-- our God is bigger, stronger, smarter, and much wealthier.
So wave those flags with pride, especially the white part.

Makeshift patriot-- The flag shop is out of stock; I hang myself at half mast.
lykomancer: (Doesn't play well with others)
Look, people.

This is really quite simple.
I do not write for you. I write-- rather selfishly, I'll admit-- for me*. I think that this is more or less true of most writers, of fanfic or of original stuff. Now, don't get me wrong!; I love having an audience and I love the praise, and compliments and comments on the fics I post definitely spur me to keep writing...I won't deny that. And I would love more constructive critiques; I don't mind valid criticism about flow and POV and ICness and word choice.

There are some things that are just rude, children. I generally give my readers a lot of information before they get to the actual fic, which includes pairings, rating on a simple G-NC-17 scale, heads-up on spoilers, and warnings about possible squicky things such as bondage, blood-play, incest, snuff, etc. Yeah, read it before you read the body of the story (which is, inevitably, under a cut after the information header).
Read it.
And if you don't like what you see there, or think that you can't properly appreciate the story and respect what I am trying to do, then skip it and go write your own damn story that is what you want to see and read.

DO NOT read the story and then tell me that it was all wonderful except for... I wrote it as I wrote it, and there are no exceptions. I could understand this more if people could give valid reasons for their except for...'s, but they don't; they just whine that they don't like something because it isn't what they wanted to see/read, the way they would have written it, what they want it to be. You know what? Tough titties, kids. My story. Mine. If you want something else, then you write it and post it in a public forum for me to critique, mmm-kay?
It's just fucking rude. If you aren't interested in reading Elricest, DON'T READ the fic that is labeled as such and then bitch about the fact that the author had the audacity to write it.
If you don't like the third party in my threesome, don't read it! Or go write your own.
You don't like the fact that an author used angst as a plot-device and you wanted fluff? Oh, its a tragedy, isn't it?
DON'T read a work and then leave a comment telling the author that (basically) "It was good as long as I overlooked this huge major part/point of the story."

I have other things I could be doing. I don't have to share my writing with you guys. I don't even have to write in the first place. Neither do any of the other talented writers in the fandom.
If you can't appreciate a work for what it is and only want to see what you want in it, stop wasting your time reading my stuff. I assure you that your lack of readership will not break my heart.

I am not saying that all comments should be complimentary; if you've got a problem with something, then comment on that, too, but it damn well better be a valid and realistic critique. I'd be more than delighted actually to run through a serious criticism thread if anyone really wants to do that for one of my fics.
What I am saying is that if you don't like what I write for personal taste reasons, then don't take it out on me. This is not my problem, and it's irritating to get comments that address issues of taste. The fics are labeled; you can see the contents before you dive in... You don't go to a restaurant and taste the bass and then whine because it's fish, ok? That's just stupid, and it's not the cook's fault that you ate what you don't like.

I say all of this because I have suddenly seen a bloody proliferation of the "except for..." variety of comments lately, both on my own works and on other authors', and I thought I'd step in for Miss Manners on this one.
In short, it's fucking rude, and I don't want to hear it/see it. I retain full right to flame anyone's sorry asses for pulling that kind of shit.


* The exception to this is when I offer to write drabbles specifically for someone on their request, in which case I am writing for them, obviously.


Jun. 25th, 2005 08:38 pm
lykomancer: (Silver & Gold)
<---- I love [personal profile] yuuo a LOT. She takes the pretties I so nicely share and makes stuff for me! (Out of my own writing, no less. ^___^)
THANK YOU! Squeeeeee~!

My teeth really, really hurt. Like, agonizingly hurt. Fuckers.

And if Wendy catches me on the computer, I think she's going to skin me alive, so porn-writing has to wait until later.
Nap now, porn later, yes!

But mostly I just wanted to thank and love on [personal profile] yuuo for the iconage! *kisses*

Fic Rec

Jun. 23rd, 2005 11:43 pm
lykomancer: (The Right Kind of Wrong)
'Cause [profile] chauni is fucking amazing you will read this. Now. No excuses. Yar!
Of Royalty and Religion

(God, I love having my name associated with really, really good ficcage, even if it's not my own stuff. *licks*)

Dear God,

Too. Fucking. Hot.
It should not be over 85 degrees and 50% humidity at midnight. Never.
Crank the AC, dude, ok?

Sometimes I don't like you,
Love and kisses,
Jess, Unitarian Universalist Sister Spikey Mace of Reasoned Discussion

P.S. Where the ever-loving fuck is that Hohenhiem Elric I ordered over a week ago? If I do not receive said package soon, I'm afraid I will start negotiating with competing corporations, and I doubt you want to lose my valuable business.
lykomancer: (Going Nowhere Really Fast)
My teeth are sweet and cold sensitive. My teeth are also going to hell pretty rapidly because I love sugar a lot and because I am terrified of dentists and thus have only gone to one once.
I had such a bad toothache yesterday that I couldn't sleep, couldn't think, and the damned pain couldn't be drowned out with drugs. Not that I didn't try. Six extra strength Tylonol PMs, enough Ambesol to make me sick to my stomach, three shots of vodka, and a pipeful of something less than legal later I was not only still in pain, but I was amazingly still conscious! Holy what the rolling fuck. Usually, the vodka would have been enough to make the sleep-urge overwhelming, and I'm pretty touchy toward anything that might make you drowsy, so those Tylenols should have knocked me on my ass.
Not this time. And I was too fog-brained to really stay awake-- yeah, I tried that, too.
My original intent was to nap from 4 pm yesterday until midnight or so, maybe earlier. That was shot to shit, and then I tried just being awake. That wasn't so swell, either. So then I just decided that I wasn't leaving my bed until I slept.
Last night was fucking miserable.
But I did eventually sleep. That was a wasted 20 hours of my life.
Face still hurts, but not nearly so bad. Also, the ache is radiating up into my ear, which makes me wonder if the problem is with the tooth-- probably-- or if I might have gotten swimmer's ear from the one time I went swimming, 'cause I remember that being very well close to this bad. Great, fabulous.
I want to eat-- haven't done that in almost a full day-- but I'm afraid of setting that stupid tooth off again.

Wendy wanted to go out and do stuff today, and I just don't know if I'm really up for it. Mostly, I feel like going back to bed (O_o!) and reading.
lykomancer: (Bring it on!) tomorrow, and tries not to have a mental melt-down.

You know, I thought this would go a lot faster than it is. I overestimated my own determination and fitness level, and underestimated how much stuff I own and how heavy it is and how dehydrated I'd get, and, well... *looks around* Er, yeah. Shit. My room is less of a problem. There's not a whole lot left in here, not after I cleaned out the closet last night. (Christ Almighty, I didn't realize how much was in there until I started digging. And then I thought I might unearth the Ark of the Covenant from its depths. O_o!)

Inu-no-Jess-chan also realizes that she has too many fucking books. Holy shit on a stick. I need to stop buying them. They are heavy and difficult to move. (And my full collection isn't even all here. I have another three big boxes still in Pennsylvania at my Grandparents'.
AND...after all the searching I've done while moving, I still haven't found my copy of St. Augustine's Confessions. GRRRRR! >.< I am one very, very unhappy theologian!)

In addition to what's left in my room and the shelf of books in the living room, the kitchen hasn't even been touched yet. Neither has the bathroom.
And I have my homework to do, including probably about two hundred pages of reading and writing a paper on Jonah.
Today is gonna suck, ladies and gents.

On the up side, however, the ever-sweet and talented [profile] chauni wrote me a tasty-good ficcy, and you all should go and read it and worship her now and forever, amen. *points the way to the Temple of Cha*


Jun. 7th, 2005 02:05 pm
lykomancer: (We never met and this didn't happen)
Oh, my fucking lord, it's so hot.
I stick to things. I can't think. Or function. Or care.
I desperately want to run a cool bath and fall asleep in the tub, but Wendy needs the bathroom to get ready for work. *whine*

I couldn't get out of my class, so I guess I am taking a three week course on Hebrew short story now. Jesus wept, the books for the damn thing almost doubled my bill at the store: almost 300$ even. It hurts to even think about it.

I had what was possibly one of the weirdest and most disturbing dreams when I napped before class this morning: I dreamt that I was having sex with Evan.
Ok, there's nothing wrong with that, although it is still a bit strange for me to actually dream about sex.
No, no. The weird part is the fact that I was topping. With a strap-on. And lots and lots of lube.
'Nuff said.
Actually, no. There's one more thing to say. In my dream, he seemed to be enjoying it. ^_^ That pleases me, even if it is a figment of my own sick subconscious.


Jess plays in Photoshop. Occasionally, she learns stuff...but mostly she just plays. She's not out to impress anyone but herself anyway.
Some more of the results of said playtime. )
For the most part, simple, clean, elegant. I'm boring like that.

It's still hot, but I'm going to sprawl out on my bed with the single itty-bitty fan we have in the house turned on me and try to sleep.


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