General update

There are so many things I need to blog. I shall break it down to 3 parts or so.

Like that we got banished to Middle Earth, as our older members, trainers, whoever like to call it. We work in a huge, L shaped room. Well, it's a mirrored L, but whatever. We work in the end, we who deal with general support emails.

Middle Earth houses the tech guys (who get all kinds of shit forwarded to them and they always send it back to us, oh joy), the chat guys, who seem to be permanently stuck on fast forward and whatever they might be smoking, I want some too.

So... New letter handling system, total chaos, the bosses are at each others' throat and we, poor little general supporters, got stuck with about 5 PCs and 1200 letters a day. Let me tell you, the new system sucks and is slow and we sure as hell can't handle this.

It's total chaos. Today I did nothing but sit with 4 otehr new hires at ONE frikkin PC and we solved some letter, routed and well... generally did stuff.

Since I finished work at 22:00 yesterday and started today at 8:00 sharp, I was deadly tired (think I got 5 hours of sleep or so). So I told the guys to poke me if someone was coming or if I was snoring

From noon till 1 in the afternoon I remember almost nothing. :D

And before noon I snuck out to get my watch fixed, which took about 20-30 minutes, but still. Sometimes it rocks. But mostly it's pure stress and I really really am not gonna pull another almost non-sleeper again anytime soon.

Hello, weekend. Bye, weekend.

So far, my time was spent chatting with the aunt I hate. I had to. Family event. On the weekend I waited so much to have.

Then I fainted into bed and had some much needed sleep.

And now I'm crying like a little girl because two people bailed on me from going to the huge yearly Plant fest that's not all about plants. I have been planning this for two weeks now. I have been looking forward to this for weeks!

My mom bails on me after weeks of planning, because my aunt asked her to go to a museum with her instead. My friend bails on me because of the entry fee.

Thanks. If I knew this, I would have invited one of my coworkers to have some fun together.

I was so looking forward to this weekend and now I would have to go alone! Where is the fun in that? Where?!

I have been working without complaints, dressing up like an Eskimo to ward off the fucking AC, fainting into bed each night, counting the days till the Plant fest. Thanks a bunch folks, really.

Make my day, will you?

Second day in the pits, as I affectionately call the second floor, the place I work at the moment.

I couldn't document my very first day, because I quite literally fainted into bed last night. I slept a not even remotely sound 9 hours. Ever since I started this job I have been unable to sleep soundly. I wake up every now and then, dream a lot of little pieces, like a broken kaleidoscope. I usually run, hide or have work related problems that I have to solve, or else...

Anyway, I love the AC, I really do. When the sun shines on the building, the AC dies and it's hot. When the sun doth not shine and it's cold outside, the AC is on full blast and we freeze to death.

The customers can't spell or tell us what exactly their problem is. It's like they forgot their brain in the other car or something.

Today I got 2 fuck you letters. The idiot forgot to check his subscription for a number and of course it has expired long ago and already belonged to someone else. Then he has harassed the woman who had it so she offered to give it up for him... but due to company policy we could not hand it back just like that. Why? Because people would use this to abuse this and pose as the person who just stopped using said number.

But of course our asshole does not have a brain and can't understand this. Sometimes I wish I could write in plain English and tell assholes like that bluntly why we do what we do.

Course I would love to tell him where to stick it too, but oh well.

Otherwise... yay. I'm alive currently.

Soooooooo....

I have lost a total of 3,5kg in the last 2,5 weeks, that I will indubitably gain back during the weekend when I don't have to run around, stressed out like a poisoned mouse. But I hope I will get back to losing weight come next week. The stress I can live without...

I have gone on Thursday, actually, and had my arms waxed, something I never had done before. The hair on my arms was getting annoying, so... bye bye hair.

I wouldn't lie, it hurt. But I didn't scream as I told the beautician I probably would. I only hissed a little. But in the middle my tears started to fall. I was grinning and chatting with the woman and then my crocodile tears began to fall out of the blue. Oh well. Who cares. I'll be back getting tortured in a month or so. ^^

I have also passed 3/4 of the new hire tests. I'm still waiting to see the results for the last one, and I hope... We shall see.

What else? Oh yeah, I'm starting to wear beaded jewelry instead of gemstones and silver. Not because I look cooler... I don't know if I do, but because I just don't feel like gemstones and silver anymore. Doesn't go well with my aura, you could say. :P

I'm still trying to get the hang of this job (it'll take me months to get up to speed and efficiency, as they have already told me), and I hope I will manage to. Ok, I admit it, I'm totally freaked out. But I will try hard to do my best.

Weird and weirder

So... I'm still mostly alive and kicking, although people meeting me in the morning might tell a different story. Some say I look like a zombie. I guess I do. I still refuse to drink coffee, because I do not fancy yet another addiction. (Chocolate is more than enough, and I am trying to keep away from the stuff.)

Still, today a hot guy tried to flirt with me (only smiling and looking, as he was a bit far away) and I ignored him... and realized later he was trying to flirt. *facepalm* Higher brain functions: zero. Booo!

Tomorrow I shall try again, because he is... hot. Formal wear, cashmere coat, looks a bit like Agent Smith, only younger and more handsome. And hey, a little bit of flirting usually doesn't hurt.

Anyway. Here comes the weird stuff.

And I think I should maybe feel ashamed, because I keep listening to music most of my friends would throw up over. You want a list?

• Savage Garden (mostly "I Want You" and "To The Moon and Back" ...and others) (ok, I do sorta feel ashamed... I was in high school when it was still kinda cool... only among girls tho)
• Muse - Supermassive Blackhole (yes, the Twilight baseball music)
• Mutemath - Spotlight (another Twilight music *sigh*)
  
• Black Ghosts - Full Moon (yes! Twilight music!! *facepalm*)
• Jonatha Brooke - What You Don't Know, aka the Dollhouse theme
• Nelly Furtado - Promiscuous Girl (don't ask)
  

I am still wondering what hit me. Although I do listen to my fair share of Morcheeba, and I am NOT ashamed of listening to Aimee Mann's Pavlov's Bell.

Still. What the hell hit me?

If you have any idea, poke me.

Stand still
This time
Close the door
For a moment you are mine

A free day, finally. I can get lazy, lean back, get comfy in my leather armchair, listen to Morcheeba and generally laze about for a bit.

I can also think about certain things. Like would a guy miles and miles and miles away suggest doing the horizontal tango and mean it? If yes, it might result in a summer vacation spent abroad.

But these things can wait, because really, it's my free day and I have already done my patriotic duty and have voted and now I'm just sitting about doing lazy stuff.

Oh and I have already washed my hair too and now it smells like bergamot and apples. Still smells faintly like the perm water, but it's not a bad smell at all. Also, I think my hair is really short this time. But I like it. Suits me just fine.

So it's just jazz (ok, maybe trip-hop), my comfy chair, the scent of bergamot and apples and random thoughts. Rawrrr. Lazyness has its time and place... but it rocks.

Your fortune cookie for today: do something different!

So. My test that I did yesterday was 99%. I forgot to cross out one thing because the girls next to me kept pestering me for answers.

Oh woe me!

Who am I kidding? I have a shit eating grin on my face!
Wrote another test today. I have my fingers crossed.

So... during the dinner break we had lunch with a few of the girls (actually, 2 others) and we used another elevator... and ended up in an unused part of floor 3. It was totally cool. We explored and walked through the glass corridor separating the two parts of the building. We could see through the floor of the glass corridor, which was one level above a little garden with rocks and plants in it and looks totally delicious. Obviously, people are strictly prohibited to walk in that small garden. But it still rocks. It is so pretty!!

And the sun was filtering through the glass walls and I just sort of got totally energized. It was sooo cool!

Oh by the way, we didn't have enough breaks, but I still could meet up with my friend who already works there.

And my team leader is totally cute. Well... not my team leader, per say, but he miiiiight be ours. And he is kind and cute and awesome. He remembers me and always smiles at me. I re~ally like him. In the platonic sense.

And people are nice and kind and don't kick me when I have questions. Granted, they also have bad days, but they are still decent. At least you don't need to smile all the time and backstab. It's so cool!

And yeah, I went to the hairdresser, who chopped off my hair, so it's short again and curly and I am so so so... hyper! I didn't drink or smoke anything, honest!!

Yeah. It's the weekend. Woohoooo, baby! ^^

I want my life back!!

I'm so frikkin wiped it's impossible!

I mean really. I am in there for 8 hours, travel 1 hour to my workplace, travel back another hour and I need an hour to jumpstart my brain and get dressed, get my stuff together, the works.

And then I am home, I make tomorrow's sandwiches and study. And I don't have a frikkin moment to live my life!!!

Yeah, I guess the studying period will pass, but I am really really really tired and I can't get more than 8 hours of sleep because it's impossible. I need a shower every time I get home and I need to wash my hair (usually every day) because I just feel so goddamn dirty. (Especially today, when they threw us in the pits. As in the place agents do their work, agents like us two weeks from now. It's hot and there is almost no oxygen and it stinks like sweat and yesterday's dinner.)

And my head hurts, I haven't done anything today besides work and study and shower and I don't know how people can manage to have a life too or read a book, watch a movie or even exist!

Tell me: how can you pull it off?! HOW?!

about geeks

I've started watching Bones, because it calms me down. Not the "omg, gotta watch it" kind of way, but the "oh, something's on TV" way. And of course I was wondering if Angel was as much of a pouf as he used to be. Well... his way of acting hasn't changed much. He still plays the same kind of men. Eugh.

But anyway, I wanted to talk about the guy who talks about bugs and geeks away in his lab. He is a Geek. With a capital letter. (See picture above.)

And then... he takes off his clothes.

I don't think many geeks look so shaggable with no clothes on (well with a towel on).

Still. Whoa. I didn't see that one coming.

Uncle!!

The new hire training sucks when they are unable or don't care to switch off the air con. I already have caught a cold and I think I also got a nice sinusitis coming on.

No, I do have a budding sinusitis. My head is splitting open and my nose cavities are full. My eyes are grainy and ... well, you know the drill.

I have complained to a woman who was our teacher for the afternoon, but she couldn't do anything.

I am at a loss as to what to do besides complain again on Tuesday. What else can I do so as not to end up in a frikkin hospital??

in the middle of dunno

I am sick. My throat is sore.

My teacher dances (hip-hop) he is the sort of gel-haired douche kind of person that gives me the creeps and he doesn't know much. He knows we don't click. I see it in his eyes.

There are two guys who come from the same university I did. They are both strongly right-wing and kinda creepy. The one who studied history badmouthed every teacher I held dear during my university years... and the teachers I hated as well. But I don't really have anybody else to talk to.

My teacher announced that by 4 in the afternoon everybody is zombified, so we should start our training every day at 8 in the morning. I hope he gets fucked sideways by a very aggressive, very bulky gorilla. Twice. No, thrice.

I bet he never heard about the difference between morning persons and definitely NOT morning persons.

To top it all off there is some sort of ventilation in our room that we are bunched in for the training and the cold air blew on me and now I also sneeze and can't stop blowing my nose.

So far I have not been handled any kind of paper stating I work there, I have not been told how many breaks I will be allowed to have during my shift and generally nobody told me anything about my work besides the thing we do support for. I am not naming it for obvious reasons.

I somehow want to know facts, I wanna get healthy and not to catch another frikkin cold tyvm and generally just be with people who don't badmouth the people I like and don't judge me because of my political views.

I hope tomorrow will go smoothly.

Also, I have lost my plush key-chain toy thingy, a cute green worm. He has been with me to London. I am very sad. The HR girl, who seemed really morose throughout the interviews walked me through both levels and asked people if they saw it. Somehow that cheered me up. She was so kind and it shocked me. Others have told me she was really rude... but she wasn't. I kinda like her for being so nice and friendly. It cheered me up.

...ouch

Ho-hum.

I'm getting better. Not by much, mind. Just a little bit. My sore throat is killing me, but at least the toilet ceased to be a torture chamber.

And tomorrow I shall begin working. I'm already dreading it. I hope it's not as scary as I think it will be. Whine.

And yes, I would write more, but I'm dead tired.

Feel the pain

I signed the papers today, I'm officially a gal with a job. I'll be a slave of customer care again, but they'll pay me. For now this will have to do.

Why don't I care at the moment?

I guess it has to do with the fact that I have barely slept 3 hours, am peeing blood and I spent today signing papers, afraid that I would have to run to the toilet to my utter humiliation (luckily I found some meds and took them and they made it a little bit less unbearable), and then I spent the rest of my day (one of my 3 last free days!!!) at the doc, trying to pee into a little glass tube.

Since I'm not a guy and because of my illness I could hardly get any in. And they made me re-pee into another tube again. And again. It was a smelly, dirty bathroom and it hurt to pee (again, side effect of the illness) and I seriously wanted to do other stuff while I could. No luck.

So I come home and my mom calls and tells me I'm not sick, I will go and work on the 1st of April without any problems and so and so.

Have I mentioned that the glass tube I filled had its results already? My white cell count was high and other stuff were bad too because the nurse who gave me the results sent me back to the doc asap. So now I will have to fill another tube next Thursday and bring it to the doc, BEFORE work, EARLY FUCKING MORNING!!

But no, my mom tells me I'm not sick. So I'm having my nervous breakdown here, because apparently my folks don't care shit about me. Not even to say anything nice. No, my mom had to be patronizing and say I'm not sick at all. (Does she think I enjoy being sick? Does she think I love spending prefious free hours trying to piss into glass tubes when it causes me excruciating pain? Trust me, I don't want to be sick. I want to be healthy, enjoy the sunshine, go shop for the stuff I definitely will need and sleep while I can.)

And I just hate to be sick, hate to be tired, I hate to spend so much time at the doc where they think I have nothing else to do but retake tests, because my free time is theirs to spend. And I still haven't had a chance to buy shampoo (my bottle is empty), a 1 liter bottle for work to bring tea with and a little bag to keep my phone - and other stuff I do not want to get stolen - in at work.

Instead I will have to stay in bed tomorrow, take the meds and waste precious free time.

So what's so hard about saying "Yeah, this sucks, you have bad luck. You have every right to be hysterical. But don't worry, it'll be all right. You can take time off if you are sick, but you will heal by Thursday. Everything will be fine. Just take your meds, have a good night's rest and you will have time for yourself later. Not now, and I know this sucks, but you will. Everything will be fine."?

Because this is what I want to hear to calm down.

But nobody ever cares.

We don't sleep with George?

So... I got the Gray's Anatomy DVDs for someone I know, but before I pass them on I took a peek to see what all that excitement was about.

And I started watching Gray's Anatomy.

Yeah. Shame on me and all that. Yeah, I get it, let's move on.

So... The soap operaness is somewhat annoying after the first season, McDreamy is really not that attractive (I prefer Alex, tyvm), the blond underwear model is seriously getting on my nerves and honestly, the only person I really like is Christina, the cutthroat, sarcastic no-nonsense person.

Still... George is kind of cute. In the sweet, innocent cuddly puppy way. And I don't get it, why don't we sleep with George? I mean sure, I get it, he is not the macho guy or the hurt heartthrob (why is Shepherd a heartthrob again?), but he is of the caring sort who is cuddlesome and entertaining. Yeah, he prolly wouldn't be my first or second pick, but it's not a tragedy to sleep with him.

And he is kinda cute. And fluffy.

I'd sleep with George if I were there, no problem. These women are idiots. Sex is good. George is cute and enthusiastic. Do the math.

Illegal flower tribute

Seriously... this is so sick. (link to wiki about the illegal flower tribute)

*facepalm*

Why oh why didn't I hear about this before? This is seriously hilarious! (And sick too...)

...blergh

Job fairs are a mixed blessing. ...who am I kidding? I hated today!

Well, there are certain job fairs I hate, because somehow it's stuffy and the fair people (both the job seekers and the ones offering the jobs) are depressing me and making me feel like shit. Some are better. This one was of the ones that make my skin crawl.

Also, I'm starting to notice that if you go together with someone to a fair like this, rules are pretty much the same as going to a group blind date: only bring someone who's less pretty than you. Literally and figuratively speaking.

I mean sure, I can suffer through a guy ignoring me in favor of flirting with my friend, but it's frikkin annoying. Course the flirting doesn't matter, after all he is just a random guy out on the job fair and he is not the one who will be handling my application, but hell, it pisses me off like hell! I hate to be ignored and shrugged off, bite me. Who wouldn't be? But no thanks, I wouldn't want the flirting. He was fugly and made my skin crawl like crazy. Eugh.

And yes, I can understand why she's not shrugging him off, but why would my friend ask me to smile when this bloke has clearly no interest in me - and I feel like puking when I encounter a guy like this? Sure I could grin like a maniac, but that would lower my chances of getting a job. I'm sure he would remember a woman grinning like a maniac who only needs a butcher knife to turn into Dexter. So fuck this.

I guess I'm through with whining. I do realize you have to sell yourself, although I'm not sure why lying would help. But then again, anything goes.

Whatever. I've found a few places I am willing to send my applications in, and some I do NOT. Never say never, true, but as long as I have other options, no thanks.

So. Today's haul: vodafone mouse pad, phone hanger, key chain, a bunch of pens (one sparkly as in you hit it and light sparkles inside for half a minute or so, two pens with joysticky clicky parts, rest are simple ones) a beer opener (Becks) another key chain (also Becks), a magnetic bookmark, a box of play cards... I think this was all.

Yay me?

All I really want is a job, you know. But the sparkly and joysticky pens are kinda cool. ^^

Seriously? Seriously?!

I have been all over the city searching for some much needed Anchor perlé (sewing yarn), because the reseller said they sell Anchor perlé to this and this shop. (Ouch, my poor, achy feet! Now where is that warm pig belly?)

Well, let me tell you: they don't sell them there.

I had to settle for some Anchor non-perlé, thick and difficult to work with (because threads refuse to stick together), but it still beats the Puppets perlé with it's ridiculously fugly colours hands down. The Puppets perlé that every shop sells for some strange reason. Maybe it's cheaper? I mean sure it should be for being so fugly and useless.

Anyway, I'm done with my shopping (they tried to sell me DMC "perlé", which was floppy, soft and had washed out colours) and the shop's owner offers me an Anchor Calendar that costs a fortune and tells me I can buy it 30% cheaper if I buy 10 more Anchor err... yarn.

Now... anybody and their dog knows I have no use for calendars (and if I wanted any now in late March, I would buy an empty little booklet, number the pages after the months and days and be done with it, really). So I stare at him, baffled, wondering what the hell brought that on. I mean just because I make knotted bracelets out of perlé (yarn) it doesn't mean I need a calendar or even need a calendar with pictures of a certain yarn making company.

What the hell?

I told him politely that I'm done with my shopping, but thanks anyway.

But seriously... what the hell? I have at least 3 gadgets with in-built calendars at hand... why the fuck would I need a table calendar with yarn pictures???

Went to an interview (2nd round), will see how it went. If they call me back, they want me. If not... you know the drill.

Then went for a coffee with Eleanor and bought a top. Black. For spring/summer.

Then slept. I was wiped. I am never good when I have tow wake up early.

Then I watched Flashforward. And I am sad to report that the Asian guy is not so hot anymore. Nope, he is less and less interesting since the quantum physicist guy got more screen time.

Currently, the quantum physicist guy is my absolute fave, the lesbo girl comes second, anonymous alcoholic cop third (hey, he looks like he is finally developing a personality and backbone at last) and not-so-hot-anymore Asian guy is the 4th.

It's slightly worrying, that I'm starting to find blue eyed, blond guys with short, rumpled bed-hair cute. I blame Sark. No, I blame Anders. Or should it be Spike/Marsters? Or maybe Seifer Almasy? *sigh* Is it possible I like blond men just fine?!

small revelations

I have realized today why I'm not dating anybody right now and why I can't stand being in a relationship for more than 1-3 months.

It's not because I'm incapable of staying in relationships. I actually am capable of doing so. The problem isn't exactly on my end. The problem is much simpler and deeper than having commitment issues.

The problem is that I hate the personality of Hungarian men. I hate it that all they can do is whine and they do everything the roundabout way and they still don't get anywhere with anything (be it their lives or anything else). It's a Hungarian thing.

I mean hell, in America, even if they are raising idiots, they are raising self-sufficient idiots who can take care of themselves. I'm not saying they are brain-surgeons at the age of 18, but they can drive, do household chores... they have certain skills we simply lack. Why? Because we are raised to know all about history, ours and the world's, literature, maths, biology, chemistry, geography, physics, languages, etc. But we are not taught how to do everyday stuff or how to survive in this friggin country. At 18 we are still useless idiots while Americans, as uneducated as they are at 18, they still know how to survive in their country. And yes, this is why I can't stand the idea of dating a Hungarian. Ever.

That and the whole Hungarian mentality of only you matter, and that you lie, cheat, go the roundabout way, do anything to get out of paying taxes and generally can't be a decent human being. It doesn't matter if you kill the economy, because everybody else is doing too - so you will cheat, lie and steal too. But not just that. If someone else does better than you, you will hate that person. If you meet with a misfortune, you wish your neighbor would too, instead of wishing for your life to take a turn for the better. (And I'm sad to say I am Hungarian myself. I just want to escape from this horrid country.)

There is a joke about someone touring hell and seeing a couple of pits:
As a demon says, the first pit is where the Germans are kept under tight security, because if nobody looks at them for even a second, they would work together and get out in no time.
The second is where the British are kept, also under high security, because as the Germans, they would work together and escape were they not being watched 24/7.
The third pit, where the Hungarians are kept is not watched. Nobody cares what happens in the pit. Why? Because if any of them tries to get out, all the others would drag that one back down.

And I think this is why I can't date Hungarian guys. I can't stand them. I actually hate this bloody country. We need someone to clear out this pit and start again from scratch. And if someone tries the old tactics, that someone would be stuck in a rehabilitation center and kept there until they stop trying things the old way.

I went, I saw, I'm biased

I saw Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland.

*sigh*

It's more Through the Looking Glass than Alice in Wonderland. Yes, I do understand that nobody would have watched it under that title, but what about "Alice in Wonderland - Through the Looking Glass"?

Well. It was enjoyable. I'm not saying I'm giving it 10+... I'm gonna give it a 6,5-7... because of Johnny Depp. It is pretty... just vapid. But still an enjoyable watch for most. The visual effects rock.

So... the Hatter wasn't exactly unattractive. It was my first concern before watching it. But I'll talk about it later.

The visuals... rocked. (I watched it in 2D, since 3D looks blurry and makes me nauseous.) The characters looked awesome. But the Wonderland part...

I hated the barren look. It lacked every colour. I guess that was the intent, but I felt it was ugly and depressing. I wanted something pretty. The gnarly trees looked awesome though and well... it was ok, I guess. But the card soldiers... eugh. Fucking ugly. I expected something much prettier.

The queens both... pissed me off. The Red Queen... just the usual, I guess. Actually, she was much much more likable than the White Queen. I wished I could grab her head and smash it against a wall repeatedly until she stopped moving like that. Seriously, with those thick black eyebrows, thick black lipstick and her movements she looked like a transvestite. And where the hell were the White King and Knight? Not that I wanted to see any more trannies of course.

I guess I should read the book first before asking other, touchy questions like where were the other two queens?

So what did I miss? Emotions. Our Alice was all lukewarm. The only moment I liked her was when she decided to save the Hatter after all. Otherwise... she was sort of... empty. I mean she never showed emotions like crying or bitching... like people did in situations like hers. Also, there was no indication why she did what she did. Maybe I'm too used to books, but seriously, I've seen much better acting and much better plots than this.

The only saving grace was Johnny Depp. He completely stole the show. It should have been Mad Hatter in Wonderland. And I'm not even sure I liked him as Hatter. I like Depp, I like the characters he plays, and I like the Mad Hatter, but somehow these two together... I'm just not completely comfortable with the idea of a red headed Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter.

Yes, I know that Hatters went bonkers because of Mercury poisoning and that their hair turned red, so the Mad Hatter ought to be a redhead, but... I liked white haired, snarky Reginald, the Disney World type Mad Hatter.

Oh well. This gothic, weird Mad Hatter was ok too. Just a bit weird, unexpected and different.

I just wish the ending would have been a bit... different.