Leading the Monkeys

I spent the last three days as CNC Lead Hand, at work. I trained a bit before our shifts changed, and never got a shot at an interview. Then when one stepped back to his original spot, as the "Guy Who Knows All and Can Fix Anything on the Machines", I got an interview. And lost of due to - and I quote - "lack of experience."

As an X-Ray Tech, it's hard to continue learning that spot as I need to always man my machine to make sure there are no malfunctions (radiation is a bitch), view pictures, and make rate. So when we were lacking in parts to x-ray (or as my co-workers say, "[ėx-uh-ré-ē]") and the Lead Hand on the opposite shift was on vacation, I was all over taking that spot when they asked. A $6.50/hr raise plus shift premium. 36 hours never looked so good.

Then... the weekend came. Machine crashes happened. Lack of training became apparent, and stupid people showed up.

I have great issue with stupid people. Like huge. So when people are weird AND stupid, I wanna do great bodily harm to them.

Crooked old man with hair on the bridge of his nose, and stands like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Yeah. You need a good punch. Repeatedly.

Between running a machine after seeing the hydraulic fluid was low, and then over filling it after hearing an alarm sounding and not looking to see why the alarm is sounding. And not following directions. And acting like a know it all when I have more seniority and training. Yeah, fuck you. After 24 hours, my patience is zero for your shit.

I need more training for that position, but I can only get it if I pick up overtime. And I need the Plant Manager to approve me for overtime to train by shadowing a Lead Hand. So my hands are tied, and it's not fair.

But I'm fighting and trying. And my god I wanna punch stupid people. I thought working as a hockey referee would have me ready for that shit, but after 12 hours of repeating myself... it's draining. But I kept myself in check, and didn't ship the fucker off in an ambulance. So... little wins.

A quick tidbit...

Dad and I spoke about moving to Kingston, with one of his clients today. One of the ones that loves to talk. She was quite set in stone that we should not go, as she likes having us as company when we're over.

We went and started work, and when I got back to where she was we chatted again; as we usually did.
I told her it'd be fine, dad had sold his business to a good fellow, and, she shouldn't worry because I'll be around a while still, so we could still chat. I assured her I knew how she felt about people who didn't "belong." Kind of like I am with my room; it's my sanctuary, where I feel uncomfortable when those that are uninvited come in.
After a few minutes of chatting, she seemed a little more welcoming to the new owner.

As I went to leave the room (we'd spoken of how she loved Kingston, and used to go there all the time) she told me that "I'd like Kingston, and find a new girl -" I kind of cut her off. It may've been rude, but I'm not going to be looking for anyone in Kingston.
"I'm keeping my girl. I've been with many girls, and only loved one. I'm not leaving her."

After I left he room, and rethought what I'd said, I realized how much a whore I sounded like (I've been with many girls, not like BEEN been with many girls; as in "I've been in - what feels like - many relationships").
Also for everyone's clarity, "I'm not leaving her," as in "we aren't breaking up," not, "she's coming with me."
And "loved" is not like, "I loved her, and don't anymore." More like present-tense, but past-tense is how it fits in the sentence.

...see it now?

Anyway. That's my little tidbit...

Reader's Discretion is Advised

The following will contain explicit sex references, much course language,

and strong suggestions of violence.

I would take this to my dad, as that's what I was supposed to do. But I took two incidents to him, and neither were "resolved."

Issue one...

The first weekend after my sister got together with her new boyfriend; my parents went away for the weekend. Guess who stayed over. Not over only did he stay over; they slept together, in my parents bed.

Oh yeah, they did the dirty. They fucked all night in my parents bed. They woke Ashley and I up, as they were being obnoxious and loud.

I even have some quotes... He wished his "first time was like [this]. Nice and passionate; no one walking in on them." Yeah, I could hear you asshole.

I didn't disturb my parents with his information as they were away, and I wanted them to enjoy their weekend. When my parents came home, I asked my dad politely to let me know the rules of the house when they were away, and how I was to enforce them.

I learned boys could stay with permission, but on the couch.

If something was against the rules, I was not to step in, but call my dad, and he would deal with it.

When brought up to my sister (by my dad) she said that they'd fallen asleep by accident.

Right, if you fell asleep, it was because you were tired from you ridiculous amounts of sex.

Accident my ass.

Issue two...

The next time my parents were away, guess who didn't bother to come home. If you guessed, "my sister," you'd be right.

Not only that, she'd been brought home from school because she was "sick" that afternoon. I heard her go out, oh... around maybe 9 or 10, but I'll say 11 to be kind. I went to the main floor to see what was up around, mmm 1am. The gate was locked to go to her room, so the dogs couldn't get upstairs, and her purse wasn't at the table or on the stool where it usually is.

A boy wasn't over, so I didn't bother to text my dad to say there was issue.

I went to bed around 3 or 4, and checked to see what was going on upstairs.

Front door unlocked as it is when she goes out, gate still locked to get upstairs, and no purse.

The purse is the auto-tell if she is or isn't home. I mentioned it to dad, and said, "I understand the purse may go to her room at off times -" but was quickly cut off, and told that the purse NEVER goes upstairs.

The purse isn't there. = She isn't home.

I woke up around 6 or 7 because the puppies were lonely, barking, and whining. So I went to console them, and make them calm down. While I was up I checked everything; the door was still unlocked, the gate was still locked, and the purse - oh look at that - still not there.

At 8 or 9 - in the morning - the front door opened; the dogs freaked out, and woke me up. TWO people came in and made a stupid amount of noise. I waited for them to go away, and then went and checked what was going on upstairs.

Front door locked, her boyfriend's shoes at the front door, gate done up, but unlocked, and purse on the table. Huh...

When my parents got back, I brought this information to them; and the shit storm seemed to be locked. She'd dug her own grave.

She proceeded to stay out past curfew again, which would make her in so much more trouble.

Apparently not; she got out of the bind with saying that she got back around 4, which is complete bullshit. The waterworks made my dad become a softy, and got her out of all trouble. Also - in my eyes - complete bullshit.

Then she yelled and screamed and swore and slammed doors, and continued to get away with it. Oh she got a "firm talking to," but no punishment; just "Tut tut, don't do it again."

*shakes head*

Issue three...

THIS weekend - oh look! My parents are away again. Who'd've thought...

I'm staying in my parents room, so the puppies have someone to be with at night, and aren't lonely again. It's working out great.

I moved my stuff upstairs last night, and when I went for a (quite literally) midnight snack; she came home. She was in and out of the house a bunch of times. Then finally - after I'd been in the kitchen a while - he came in too. They both went up to her room, and; oh yeah, he spent the night.

The way I see it; it doesn't matter what's said, and what proof I have, she'll never get trouble. So why should I bother wasting my time texting to say, "He's spending the night in her bed." Keep in mind, I'm across the hall in my parents room.

I fell asleep around 3am, woke up at 5:50 because the dogs wanted to go out. Oh look, his shoes were still here. Bring the puppies back upstairs and go to sleep, wake up at 9 to call the Ranch because, I was on-call to find out if I had work today. I didn't get work.

Checked for the shoes, and; OH YEAH! They're still THERE...

Eventually they wake up, make noise, blah blah.

Then they go out, and come back. Then someone goes in the bathroom, turns on music loud, and goes for a shower. I thought I was hearing HIM talk down a floor on the XBox. Keep in mind, I'm still in my parents room with the puppies and the bathroom's the NEXT room. I looked downstairs 'cause I was hungry, and he's not in the living room. Huh...

So I pause outside the bathroom, and - well does anyone have any guesses?

His voice was coming from the bathroom. Her voice; coming from the bathroom. Oh, and they're having sex, in the shower.

They were having sex, loud enough for me to hear in the next room, over TV and their music.

Look... They're called fucking manners, and respect.

Neither of them respect me, my parents, or the rules that have been set.

Solutions? Either I get more authority to enforce the set rules, and ways to do so, or; she goes to live in Kingston with my dad, where his new job is.

Pick, 'cause I can control myself enough to just drag his ass down the stairs and throw him out on the curb; even though I'd like the kick the shit out of him before and after.

I just wants SOMEthing to be done, so my sister stops getting away with fucking murder. It's ridiculous.

Where I'm Whirring Right Now

Did you know it's actually spelt "whirring"? I though it could be "wurring," or "whurring," or maybe "wherring." Dictionary.com says it's "whirring," so that's what I'll go with.

Got as few things buzzing around in my head right now. They didn't just start now, they've been there a while, but I figured I might as well get them down now, asI really haven't written in a while; for which I do apologize, once again.

Keep in mind, none have anything to do with any of the others, so I seem disconjointed; I am being disconjointed.

*shrug*


Tattoo

Yes, I am contemplating getting a tattoo. I'm thinking of getting it in ten months, which'd be sometime in July. I placed it there for a few reasons. One, I've had people say "Wait a year on it," and some have said, "Six months is a good wait time." Twelve plus six is eighteen, divided in two (to get the average) is nine, so ten should be just fine. I just finished designing it, and got it okayed (as in doable), so ten months would be ... July, and; two, it has much to do with TV I watch (alone, and with Miss Ashley), and that would be after all the seasons this fall/winter have concluded.

I plan to get it on the upper right side of my back (shoulderish), but I'm not doing the stereotypical "dude shoulder tattoo" thing. I want to be able to take part in the work force, as I will need to be employed outside of refereeing to survive, before I really start taking off there.

To do that, I needed to keep it in the torso area. And as I refuse to get a tattoo on my lower torso, I confined myself to the upper torso.


Here's the current picture that has been put most places I am usually (ie. Above my TV, over my bed, the stairs to my room, and my computer in my room. Also it's the wallpaper of my cell phone, laptop, and computer.)

In "real size" it's 4.5 inches tall, by about 4.3 inches wide.
Apparently that'll take about three and a half hours to do, and cost close to $500.

Now, there are a couple shows on there that are on the chopping block this season; Dexter and Grey's.
I didn't like them much last season, even though I do really like them.

Dexter, was sort of sketchy, and not as good as it's first two seasons, which was really disappointing to me. And Grey's had a good start and finish, but not so good in the middle. We'll see how they turn out this season.

The Mentalist was on there, but I didn't like last season at ALL, so it got cut. A tangent, and yet not...


School
I thought I was missing school. At first I couldn't put my finger on why, but after some though I think I got it. It's not the class; definetely not class or the work.
The social aspect. I'm not a really social guy, so I know that sounds weird, but it's true.
I miss being around a large group of the same people (who I vaguely know) on a regular basis. Meaning, "Going to the mall wouldn't cut it."

Both dad, and Miss Ashley have said, "Well go back." I put some thought into it; and I guess I could. But I will NOT go back and run up my student debt for shit I won't ever need.

So today I went browsing. I could only find two things I want, or might like to know as a part-time student. Digital Music Production (http://bit.ly/c8NMa5), and Graphic Design (http://bit.ly/dpFQCN). Each one has stuff I'd like to learn, and the good thing is that I can pick the courses I want to learn at my pace, which is awesome.
So, say if there's "How to Draw a Dude Picking His Nose" I can just not take it, 'cause fuck; that's completely and utterly useless.

I looked at Digital Music Production 'cause I like music. I've done the "sing into the computer" thing, and want to know how to make it better. There's a course on making your at home studio, and guiatr lessons for beginners. "No previous music experience required." Awesome, 'cause I'm instrumentally challenged, but would LOVE to learn to play guitar.

Graphic Design I looked at because I like playing with stuff like that. In my Photography course, that was on of my favourite things. And I deisgned my tattoo; so learning how to use all those programs better would be of good use, if I ever decided to do something that involves graphic design, or maybe want another tattoo; it'd work out to my advantage.

I mean there's nothing cooler than being able to go, "Yeah, I designed that," and I think as a tattoo, it'd be even cooler. But we'll see. I mightn't even want another tattoo.


Work
I am looking for a job. I want full-time emplyment, and I want to be at least a little happy with what I do for now. It certainly won't be a career, as I want refereeing to be my career, but like I said before, "I need something now in order to survive."

I am currently living with my parents, but I can't use their health insurance once I turn 21. I turn 21 beginning of February, so the clock's ticking.
It also doesn't help that I'm diabetic. That makes living - even without paying rent and utilities (in the future), food, etc. - VERY expensive. So I need full-time employment, decent pay, and benefits.

In Conclusion
...figured I'd put that so we'd all know I wasn't continuing on the last section.

THAT is what's running through my head right now.
Cheers.

Taking a Break...

...where's my Kit-Kat?
Nah, I'm kidding.

Been busy the last bit. Summer season of baseball's started, I'm still working, and reffing once a week.

Got a neat idea from Miss Ashley. She found a 30 Letters in 30 Days thing, which is pretty cool.
I looked it over and found, "I don't have names to many of the letter." So I decided I'll start once I get a name to each of the letters.
That should be fun.

Some more good news; Facebook mobile's working once again, I can send and receive wall posts, pokes, and receive messsages.
Hurray for that.
(Is it "recieve," or "receive"? I dunno. I'll follow the I before E rule on this one, as it looks right.)

Back to work!
Later.

Taking a quick break...

And... I'm back!

Sorry it's been so long. I've been a little busy. On top of the busyness (I know it's supposed to be "business" but that's the wrond word altogether) my laptop, which is my complete and utter "awesome" online access; has been fried. This means I must use my new PS3 to do all online things, and; without a wireless or USB keyboard, it makes things challenging.

But the good news is, "I'm here now." Agreed?

I'm currently at work, but on break; so things MAY seem rushed, for which I am truly sorry.

Went to see Taylor Swift on Thursday (May 20th), which was an awesome experience. Ashley bought us tickets, for which I am thankful. Mind you, even if I was completely uninterested, she'd've still gone; the uber fan that she is. :)

I really enjoyed myself, and thoroughly enjoyed the happiness you could read from Miss Swift as she sang and interacted with the crowd. I found myself wanting to try - once again - to attempt a try at entering the music business.

Everyone seems to think I'm great (except those that can sign me, and make me famous). Anyway, we'll see what comes of it.
I'll be the first to say, "Most likely nothing."

Oop, back to work.

Later!