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MY MOOD:
NAME: Call me what you want, just don't call me late for supper!
PEOPLE CALL ME: Kiri, FX, and "Hey! You!"
I AM: 18, A Student, an employee, a daughter, and a nut
I LIKE: Chocolate, Taco Bell, Mercedes Lackey books, Fantasy books in general, RPing, LOTR, and boys
I DON'T LIKE: My DM, long boring days, Math, and living so far away from all of my friends
REACH ME AT:
Foxtrot Xray
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Kiri
Special FX: The Archives
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Thursday, March 20, 2003
10:59 a.m.
Here's a little something I wrote while I was at work last night.
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So, here I am at work, bored off my bloomin' arse. And I've been here a total of 20 minutes. Three hours and 40 minutes to go. Joy.
I'm actually writing this blog on paper w/ pen to be transcribed later. Writing is not a lost art!
I wonder if I'll transcribe it correctly...
Here's a brief synop of what's going on in the mall tonight:
Next door, to my left, Journeys is blaring their music, though it is softer than usual. Their manager stans at the door, greeting the few customers that darken the door of the store. Customers who are more likely to stand watching the current music video than actually buy anything.
To my right: eyemasters. Quiet, calm, and all together boring. They get a steady flow of customers throughout the year. Their busy season, as I consider it, is January. Right after Christmas when people scurry to...
Interupted by Lookers. Lookers are customers who don't buy, but do finger and play with the merchandise, leaving many fingerprints for me to clean up later. I do not like them.
Where was I? Eyemasters.
January is a good time for the store, as near as I can tell. People who ignored their eyecare options in December in favor of buying a few more trinkets for the Holiday rush into this store to make up for their procrastination at Christmas. There's an eye doctor at the rear of the store, making it one of the one stop glasses shopping in the mall. The other two are Pearle Vision and Sears. I prefer Eyemasters. Mall Employee Discount, baby!
Ugh... JLo is now on the screen and speakers of Journeys. Shoot me now... please. I have 5 bucks to give to anyone who will shoot me.
5:50PM. Three hours and 10 Minutes to go. Ick.
You know the mall is dead when you can go a full ten minutes without seeing anyone in the Hall. It's feebly clinging to life when you can count the number of people in the hall on one hand, including any saled people for any kiosks (like me). Slowly coming back to like, count on two hands, not including sales people. Decently and acceptably living, 20-30 people in view, but not nessisarily in your hall. Alive and Kicking: Christmas.
A few more people come to look and I actually get a sale. My first and only one of the evening. Good Lord...
This tirade brings me to the two main moods of my Store: Super Busy and Dead.
Let me backtrack slightly to give you an idea of what my store is like.
It's a Kiosk. That right there should tell you more than you ever wanted to know. Kiosks are seen by few as convenient, and most as an annoyance. After all, here we sit in the middle of the hall, smack dab between them and JCPennys, or one of several other stores in the mall. When the mall is crowded (Christmas) I get baleful looks from people walking past and customers alike, because they have to deal with my store being in their way or they have to deal with my store being in the middle of the mall hallways and they get pressed against the throngs of people into my glass. Hey! don't complain. I'm the one that has to clean your cheek marks and fingerprints off that glass...
My employment here started out as odd and bordered between legal and illegal until I turned 18. For starters, I had no official interview. I just turned in my ap, Carmen, the manager at the time, asked me a few questions about how well computers and I got along, and told me to come back the next day for training.
The next technical illegality, by a corporate technicality, I should not have been working the engraver, taking in the nightly deposit, or working alone until I was 18. I as doing all three, even though for the majority of my first year working there I was 17. There was a point after Carmen left that I was worried for my job security. Fortunately, I guess the big wigs decided to over look such minor dicrepencies as my age in view of that I was mature, responsible, and honest. Not to mention I have a set of customer satisfaction skills that border on a godsend.
I've been here for the past year and a half, and I'm the only one who has been here through all of the 5 managers we've gone through in that time period. After a brief interlude as Assist. Manager, I started school and was demoted on the basis of my availibility. Don't here me complaining. My experience as AM was dissappointing to say the least.
After an interlude so brief it's almost non-existent, I return victorious from the confines of the food court, pepperoni pizza and iced tea in hand.
And I forgot napkins.... ngar....
Now, back to work.
Normally, I love my job. The customers tend to be fairly resonable, and my co-workers are great... if I ever saw them.
Dead is usually a fairly accurate way to describe the traffic in my store. Dead with brief, sporadic breaths of life. Essentially, I get paid to baby-sit a box. It's obviously not the most glamorous of workplaces.
Mind bogglingly busy is the other way to describe my store. Christmas, V-Day, and the wedding season all get us an ammount of business that would be disgusting if it didn't make corporate so happy.
Two extremes, both more than true. And that my dears, is my workplace. You may wake up now. The time that I finished writing this is 7:10 PM. One hour and 50 minutes to go... Help!
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There you have it folks. That is what I wrote last night. It seemed a lot better in the dim light of the mall... hmnz....
K
Monday, March 17, 2003
10:44 a.m.
Ok, So, I'm back! Yay! The peasants rejoice at the return of... me.
Yeah, anyway. I was out of town all weekend (not that I've blogged forever anyway), visiting one of my best friends in the world, who is living in said town with her fiance and his family. Here is a brief Synop of the weekend
Day 1:
I wake up at 6:30 in the ungodly morning. The sun hasn't even begun to peek it's head over the horizon yet. I officially label myself insane. I hop into the shower and do all of the usual cleaning myself routine then proceed to my bedroom to get dressed. (bored yet?) Once dressed I wake my dad before I start to put on my make-up because we're going out for breakfast before I leave. It is now 7AM. I get myself all dolled up using a socially unsavory miasma of different types of make up: Mary Kay for my foundation, Torrid for my eyes, Some weird off brand for blush that came in a little travel make-up bag my mom got me some years ago, Avon lip color, and Jane mascara. Nothing is the same, and I still pull it of pretty damn well if I do say so myself. That done I do double checking of my bags and dad and I are out the door to the gas station, followed by Burger King for something to eat. After a quick stop back home I am finally on my way... at least a half an hour later than I'd wanted to be.
Fast forward a few hours, and you will find me listening to the last side of the last tape of William Shatner's "Get A Life!" Book on tape about Star Trek Conventions, wherein he unashamedly pokes fun at Trekkies, Conventions, and Leonard Nemoy. I'm slightly lost. Hoping to get directions to the town I'm going to, (fearing I had probably passed it) I turn into town and head for the nearest gas station. Lo and Behold! A sign hanging of a lampost with a white tree and a blue background stating in the most unreadable words ever the name of the town. I had made it? I'm here? I didn't screw up and pass it? Thoroughly amazed at my own dumb luck I pull into the nearest Conoco and turn on my dad's cell phone. A few quick punches to the buttons, a some words said, and I'm standing around waiting to be picked up, once again listening to Shatner tell another Nemoy joke, and surprising myself by laughing.
FF another hour or so and we're sitting in a chinese restaurant just finishing up. I have already labeled myself naive and jealous, but we already knew that. Once the bill is paid we leave and walk half a mile to the only parking we were able to find. We run a few more quick errands, drop Dylin off at home and Jo and I are off to look at the college up there, because I am considering going there. Everything is closed once we finally get there (which takes a while anyway), and we come to find out nothing happens on fridays! No offices are open, no classes, nothing. I find myself liking this school already. If there had been an office open I probably would have signed up! Mildly annoyed, but not too bad, we head back home to watch Dylin and his friend Mark play video games. Enter Patty. We all start talking about weddings (specifically Jo and Patty's up and coming ones) and look at books that Patty had on hand, (to the collective groans of the boys playing their video games), which leads to the three of us heading down to the local bridal shop to look at gowns. One is selected, in record time too, I'm thinking, another book is taken home, and we're gone.
We get back to Patty's house, hang out for a bit longer, and dylin's mom finally comes home. We go over to the house, introduce me, and lug my stuff upstairs. I sit to read while Jo takes a shower, then go take my own.
At this point I must interupt to make a confession: I sometimes sing in the shower. Unfortunately, no matter how softly I sang (and I sang pretty softly) the sound still carried, provoking Dear Dylin to make fun of me after dinner. And that is all I will say on the subject.
The rest of the night went at follows: Went to video store, got Crazy As Hell, Momento, and Gravedigger, put in Crazy As Hell, and proceeded to fall asleep.
Day 2:
It's a well known fact that mornings and I do not get along. Alright, we're enemies of the first degree. So the sooner someone hits the snooze button the better. It happens the first few times, but then it just keeps going and going and going... until I finally crack an eye open, note that I'm alone in the room, and drag my sorry carcass over to turn off the damned clock. Enter the lovebirds. Dylin is shoved off to the shower while Jo and I watch Sponge Bob (her idea, not mine). Moments later Jo and Dylin are on their way to his work and I'm in the shower, trying, in vain, to wash the last vestiges of sleep and exhaustion from my body. I get out, I get dressed, I go to the room and finger comb my hair (the previous day, about and hour or so into the trip I realized I'd forgotten my brush) and start to get ready for the day while Jo is in the shower. I should mention now that Dylin didn't have to work today, so he started watching his movie while I was puting on my make-up, etc.
The rest of the day includes driving an hour and a half to hang out at a mall for hours on end, eating really really good, and cheap, mexican food, more hanging out, a long debate on whether or not we should get our ears pierced again, my buying a book, and we go and hang out on the steps of the mall for another 45 minutes waiting for Dylin's mom to come pick us up. She comes, we proceed over to Burlington Coat Factory to shop, exit an hour later and get back on the highway for another hour and a half drive back home. Once there we stop at the grocerie store for some pizzas and go home to eat and watch The Ring.
Again I must interupt myself to talk about that movie: Freaky as all Hell. I was seriously afraid I'd have nightmares, and slept with a light on for the first time in 7 years. Do not watch alone. Do not watch at night. But all in all it was a very good movie, now that I've stopped freaking myself out over it.
Day 3:
Another morning, and alas time to leave. In a few hours. I talk to Dylin's mom for a while in the kitchen over a cup of coffee while doing a kitchen ballet to keep out of her way while she made breakfast. (Wonderful cook, that woman is, just wonderful) Jo finally comes down and we talk more, I finish my coffee, and go take a shower, come down just in time for breakfast. Enter the grandparents. We laugh, we talk, we eat, we talk some more, then it's time to pack and go home. The lovebirds and I stand around talking some more, but I finally say good bye, and head out.
At the end of my story I would like to thank Jo, Dylin, DJ, and Patty, and everyone else for a wonderful weekend. It was much fun, and I hope you guys had as much fun as I did, and I hope to see you all again very very soon.
The End.
K
Thursday, March 6, 2003
09:37 a.m.
You are not European.
What's your Inner European?
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Thursday, March 6, 2003
09:28 a.m.
You're A Villian!
You evil person, you. You have a dark side to you.
Your destiny is world destruction/domination.
Just so long as those pesky heros stay out of
your way.
What Type Of Anime Character Are You?
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Do we have any complaints? Didn't think so.
And before you ask, yes, this is one of those I'm so bored, I'm gonna do crap loads of quizzes days. I'm puting off writing my article....
Thursday, March 6, 2003
09:22 a.m.
Goddess of the Night. Beautiful yet a strange
darkness and sadness lurk about you.
What element would you rein over? (For Girls)
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Thursday, March 6, 2003
09:22 a.m.
I archived! Yay!!!
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MY FRIENDS ARE:
Amber
Dagger
Jooky
I ENJOY GOING TO:
Tomato Nation
LOTR
Realm of Al
Yahoo
Omaha.com
MY LANDLORD:
Pitas
I AM ENSLAVED BY:
Things Remembered
MY FAVORITE AUTHORS ARE:
Andre Norton
Mercedes Lackey
Tamora Pierce
Piers Anthony
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