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Okay.. let's see. I haven't posted since the end of last year. I figure that some of you are wondering if I've dropped LJ completely. I guess I had.
I spent New Year's Eve in my store, doing the end of week, just like last year. There is something really lonely about not even noticing the new year rushing in, because you're up to your eyeballs in tills, checks, and paperwork. There was no one around, and no one really to call. I came home, and logged onto World of Warcraft. I got to wish a Happy New Year to people all over the country. I went questing with a guy who had just gotten back from a New Year's bash and was playing while drunk.
Fun times. I was off that Sunday, but had to work on Monday to do payroll. That Monday was the last day that I didn't wear a shirt and tie to work.
See, I am not sure if I mentioned it, but I spent the week before New Year's working there as the MIC (manager in charge). That means, if someone wants to see the manager, I am the one who comes up there to take the ass-chewing. I had the ties already, and I now have the shirts and pants (though in limited quantites). You know something? I uh, I think I like it. Oh, not in a "zomg this is teh best evar!!!!!!!!11111!!!one", but rather in a "yeah, I can see myself doing this for the rest of my life" sense. Oh, it's not what I planned when I was ten. It's not what I thought when I was 15. It's not what I dreamed when I was 20. Heck, it's not what I hope for when I was 25.
Yet, I can see this as my path. It's funny, if you knew me. When I was, oh, 20 or so, I said that I would kill myself if I was still working for Kroger on New Year's Eve 1999. You know, I worked until 8pm that night? At Kroger? (I had to work at Stream International that next morning, but I don't want to get into that right now.. suffice to say I didn't stay the whole day.) All of my life, I've always taken the path of least resistance. In relationships, spending, work, responsibilities of all kinds. Sometimes, I convince myself that I am the one who's being trod upon. Other times, I convince myself that by doing the trodding, I am saving the other person.
No matter what, though, I have slacked my way through life. Times change, though, and change forever they will.
This MIC position has the potential of landing me in "LCI", corporate's manager training program. Now, I don't think that I'm gonna suddenly be ready to do that at the beginning of February, but as time goes on, I'll know more about how this thing runs, and that can't do anything but help me. The fact that it's a nice raise is just icing on the cake. However, this career choice is not without sacrifice: I am having to drop not one, but both of the RPGs I played with my very best friends. I am going to be working a lot more nights, and a lot more Saturday and Sunday nights. Part of me is completely depressed about it, because I really enjoy playing with them, and -- in the case of Sunday's group -- I felt that we'd finally achieved a group that could cooperate and overcome the obstacles the GM threw at us. I hope that something can be worked out, to allow me to continue to play with those fine folks.
In case you couldn't tell, this post was written over two days, with me stopping just before "no matter what" last night.
Oh! My birthday was on Saturday, 7 January, and it was a blast. My best friends made me a birthday cake, made dinner from traiditional Krynnish recipes (one of my favorite game settings actually released real recipes for some food), and just hung around with a lot of people that I care dearly about. I came home that night, and logged into World of Warcraft, only to get another birthday celebration. Sure, some of you may think it's pathetic, but I think it was really nice. Someone got me the bracers for the Wildheart druid set, another got me an orange tabby (little pet that follows you around, and cannot be hurt), and the guild leader pro tem got be new leg armor and wrist armor. Not only that, but the guild second in command helped me quest that night, until I hit level 50. :)
That's how I spent almost all of last week. I saw Narnia again with a friend on Monday, and it was fun, but kind of awkward, and that bothered me for letting it bother me. :( In the end, I went from level 47 on January 1, to level 54 as of January 18. Not a huge jump, but the level 60 characters on the enemies' side now show their 60, instead of having the intimidating "??" in the level box.
I'm also going to be moving out sometime in the next year. Where I will be moving, who I will be moving in with (or not), and specifically when are still in the air. I just know that I'm moving. I hope I'm ready for it.
My faith needs a recharge again. While I've not completely slipped, I haven't read from "The Purpose Driven Life" in far too long. I think that I am going to finish reading it this time, before starting it over again. I may even reread it during Lent, (since it's close and it is also 40 days). I want to establish my spiritual identity, and I'm going to have to actually get off my duff, and do it, if I really mean it.
Finally, I wrote a letter to that person I was involved with a year ago. I don't really expect to see a reply, and I'm okay if there's not. I just got a lot off my chest, and explained a lot, and forgave, and asked for forgiveness. I'm not quite as bitter about things now as I was. I hope it helped her as well.
I also wrote a letter to my meimei. Did you get it?
I'm sure there is more that I've skipped, or left out, but I'm sure no one is still reading this, since I have been so long-winded. :-p
I spent New Year's Eve in my store, doing the end of week, just like last year. There is something really lonely about not even noticing the new year rushing in, because you're up to your eyeballs in tills, checks, and paperwork. There was no one around, and no one really to call. I came home, and logged onto World of Warcraft. I got to wish a Happy New Year to people all over the country. I went questing with a guy who had just gotten back from a New Year's bash and was playing while drunk.
Fun times. I was off that Sunday, but had to work on Monday to do payroll. That Monday was the last day that I didn't wear a shirt and tie to work.
See, I am not sure if I mentioned it, but I spent the week before New Year's working there as the MIC (manager in charge). That means, if someone wants to see the manager, I am the one who comes up there to take the ass-chewing. I had the ties already, and I now have the shirts and pants (though in limited quantites). You know something? I uh, I think I like it. Oh, not in a "zomg this is teh best evar!!!!!!!!11111!!!one", but rather in a "yeah, I can see myself doing this for the rest of my life" sense. Oh, it's not what I planned when I was ten. It's not what I thought when I was 15. It's not what I dreamed when I was 20. Heck, it's not what I hope for when I was 25.
Yet, I can see this as my path. It's funny, if you knew me. When I was, oh, 20 or so, I said that I would kill myself if I was still working for Kroger on New Year's Eve 1999. You know, I worked until 8pm that night? At Kroger? (I had to work at Stream International that next morning, but I don't want to get into that right now.. suffice to say I didn't stay the whole day.) All of my life, I've always taken the path of least resistance. In relationships, spending, work, responsibilities of all kinds. Sometimes, I convince myself that I am the one who's being trod upon. Other times, I convince myself that by doing the trodding, I am saving the other person.
No matter what, though, I have slacked my way through life. Times change, though, and change forever they will.
This MIC position has the potential of landing me in "LCI", corporate's manager training program. Now, I don't think that I'm gonna suddenly be ready to do that at the beginning of February, but as time goes on, I'll know more about how this thing runs, and that can't do anything but help me. The fact that it's a nice raise is just icing on the cake. However, this career choice is not without sacrifice: I am having to drop not one, but both of the RPGs I played with my very best friends. I am going to be working a lot more nights, and a lot more Saturday and Sunday nights. Part of me is completely depressed about it, because I really enjoy playing with them, and -- in the case of Sunday's group -- I felt that we'd finally achieved a group that could cooperate and overcome the obstacles the GM threw at us. I hope that something can be worked out, to allow me to continue to play with those fine folks.
In case you couldn't tell, this post was written over two days, with me stopping just before "no matter what" last night.
Oh! My birthday was on Saturday, 7 January, and it was a blast. My best friends made me a birthday cake, made dinner from traiditional Krynnish recipes (one of my favorite game settings actually released real recipes for some food), and just hung around with a lot of people that I care dearly about. I came home that night, and logged into World of Warcraft, only to get another birthday celebration. Sure, some of you may think it's pathetic, but I think it was really nice. Someone got me the bracers for the Wildheart druid set, another got me an orange tabby (little pet that follows you around, and cannot be hurt), and the guild leader pro tem got be new leg armor and wrist armor. Not only that, but the guild second in command helped me quest that night, until I hit level 50. :)
That's how I spent almost all of last week. I saw Narnia again with a friend on Monday, and it was fun, but kind of awkward, and that bothered me for letting it bother me. :( In the end, I went from level 47 on January 1, to level 54 as of January 18. Not a huge jump, but the level 60 characters on the enemies' side now show their 60, instead of having the intimidating "??" in the level box.
I'm also going to be moving out sometime in the next year. Where I will be moving, who I will be moving in with (or not), and specifically when are still in the air. I just know that I'm moving. I hope I'm ready for it.
My faith needs a recharge again. While I've not completely slipped, I haven't read from "The Purpose Driven Life" in far too long. I think that I am going to finish reading it this time, before starting it over again. I may even reread it during Lent, (since it's close and it is also 40 days). I want to establish my spiritual identity, and I'm going to have to actually get off my duff, and do it, if I really mean it.
Finally, I wrote a letter to that person I was involved with a year ago. I don't really expect to see a reply, and I'm okay if there's not. I just got a lot off my chest, and explained a lot, and forgave, and asked for forgiveness. I'm not quite as bitter about things now as I was. I hope it helped her as well.
I also wrote a letter to my meimei. Did you get it?
I'm sure there is more that I've skipped, or left out, but I'm sure no one is still reading this, since I have been so long-winded. :-p
