linden_jay: (Leverage- Hardison can't hack a hick)
1) I am tired. Raise your hand if you're shocked. Really, I need to find a new #1 thing to whine about, but it's just so, well. True.

2) The aliens have been getting slightly better about sleeping now that they're not sick anymore, but that didn't stop them from having a truly epically wretched night last night. Poor Monkey kept falling asleep and waking up in hysterics, like she was having nightmares, and the Frog was just completely stubborn and Do Not Want as regards sleep. I blame it on them having shit naps on Sunday in the daytime. Hopefully I can break the cycle if I can get them down for two good naps today.

3) Work continues to be... interesting. I only get one more training shift at my actual job before I'm all on my own on a weekend *cue panic*. I left a note for my boss that said I didn't feel ready and that I'd like one more training shift before my last training shift, but he never called me back. Which leads me to:

4) Work has called me three times already today. At nine am. NINE AM. 1) I have babies, and 2), dude, I know I didn't work last night, but I work the night shift. Who calls someone who works the night shift at nine am!?!?! The first was to ask me about my tax forms (which I left in a pile with the note that never got answered, so clearly he didn't find those), the second was to ask me for my Social Insurance Number, and the third was to ask me for my birthday. This is all for my paycheque, so y'know. I'll take the calls, but he better not have been kidding when he promised not to call again today.

5) I am on episode 12 of Season Two of Doctor Who. I have been warned by [livejournal.com profile] ashinae that my opinions re: some things/characters/whatnot might be considered heretical in circles, so I will tread carefully until I know what kind of Whosits I have on my flist. I will say this though--watching Doctor Who? Making Torchwood make OH so very much more sense.

6) It may be Monday, but I have hot chocolate, three cattens curled up on my bed, and napping aliens. I'll take that as a win, for now.
linden_jay: (Kitten--bites his thumb at you)
This story has two people. We will call the first person Mr. Crabby, and the second person Mr. Awesome. The reasons why will soon become apparent. )
linden_jay: (Otter is sleepy)
Yes. Um. That. I posted that on twitter, and never quite explained myself. So, new job!

This is one of those situations where someone went 'hey, the night auditor at the hotel doesn't have nearly enough work to do--so why don't we also have them do all the pool maintenance, as well as mopping the pool area/vacuuming the front lobby area/other work that we used to pay a bellman to do. This is much better!' As it happens, I disagree with this assessment. But they don't pay me to disagree.

As much as I tangle my work, home life, and fandom all together, I think I'm going to be mostly blogging at work over at [livejournal.com profile] jay_bean, just to keep it away from the [livejournal.com profile] jay_linden identity. I'll also probably be flocking most of my work related rants whether they're here or there, but particularly if they're here (oh, there are going to be work related rants... I can see this already), so if you want to be on that filter, or you want off that filter, then look! It's a handy poll!

[Poll #1557066]

Later, I can do the actual, y'know. Ranting. But I figured I should know who wants to listen to me do the ranting first.
linden_jay: (Not enough Pepsi in the world...)
... I got the job. Part-time for now. I start tonight. At 11pm. And the babies are flat-out refusing to take a nap so that I can nap too, after being worn out by the ER trip and very little sleep last night due to sick, hacking baby whose antibiotics haven't kicked in yet.

I predict that this will be a day wherein there is not enough Pepsi in the universe, let alone the world.

But- I got the job! Yay me!
linden_jay: (Amidala- Heroine addict)
My current favourite thing? Maternity underwear. Oh. My. God. Seriously, I will never take underwear for granted again, particularly underwear that fits properly. But this is the total danger with all things maternity wear. As soon as you switch over? You totally can't go back. It doesn't work that way.

Once you've worn the maternity pants, with the stretchy tummy, there's no effing way you're gonna shove yourself back into your regular person pants and attempt to keep them on with a rubber band running between the button and button hole. Can't be done. Also, once you discover that shirts no longer have to ride up halfway over top of your stomach because maternity shirts come longer? Half of your wardrobe becomes totally unusable. Comfort, baby. It's all about comfort.

Also, I really need to get a pair of slip on shoes, because I am predicting a day coming very soon to a Jay near you where bending over and tying my sneakers? Just not gonna happen.

In other news, I have been grounded from work, which I kind of saw coming. I will never, ever take it for granted that I live in Canada again, for serious. I'll be on short term disability until I have the babies, then I'll get EI (unemployment insurance, but we now call it employment insurance, because it's more empowering, I think), which is how we do maternity leave, for a year after the babies are born.

And thank god for the short term disability, because I was completely not able to work any longer. The babies are doing fine--great, actually, knock on wood--but I was an exhausted, in pain, falling apart mess. Now I actually get to rest, breathe, spend some part of the day not in pain, and try and keep up with the food intake requirements that the nutritionist has laid on me. I think she thinks I'm a linebacker, just judging by how much protein she thinks I should be ingesting in a day. But fair enough, since I'm one of those rare, sick bastards who actually is losing weight while pregnant. I lose much more, and she's gonna start chasing me with Boost again. ACK! Save me!
linden_jay: (Daniel Craig does not give a damn)
So, so cranky. I've decided this is my new favorite word. And I can't decided if I'm actually stressed, or mostly just, well. Cranky.

Work. )

Babies. )

Everything else... is everything else. I'm still behind on SPN and Heroes, which I think I'll be getting caught up on in the next few days. I'm so not ready for Christmas that it's not even slightly amusing--I have yet even to make a list of who I need to get stuff and things for, and as for a trip to the mall, that hasn't happened in quite some time yet. For today, I'm curled up with a blanket and my cats and my computer, and that's good enough for now.

Even if I'm cranky.
linden_jay: (Mean Girls- Dramatic)
Some of that's my fault. I slept in too late on Saturday, which led itself to being up way too late (say, seven am) on Sunday, then only getting 4 hours sleep before waking up again, but ugh. So. Tired. And this is going to be a hell of a week at work, then I've got a weekend of wedding and wedding related events, a baby shower one night this week that I haven't even considered what to get for the mom as a present (my sister in law), work is going to be batshit fucking insane all week 'cause I've got 65 Colombians in town to contend with, and to top it all off, we're moving in just over two weeks.

Oh yeah. You all wish you had my life, don't you?

Cut for moving related nonsense... )

In other news:

- I've updated the [livejournal.com profile] jay_bean journal here, if you're following things along there, but not friended.

- I'm so far loving all of my shows that I'm watching this season. I'm a ridiculously easy fangirl to please, and I enjoyed last season of Supernatural and Heroes, so I'm not surprised that I'm liking this season too. I'm still a very laid back fangirl, but I might try and post fannish related things more often.

- The AH officially decided not to continue his doctoral studies, and I'm glad he made the decision. You really can't know until you're immersed in the world of higher academia whether it's where you want to be or not, which is kind of a bitch because it's not like choosing to leave a job, where it's seen as just a change in career path. People see it as quitting. I don't, partly because I just don't, and partly because he passed his comps. As far as I'm concerned, that proves anything he may have needed to prove. So he's now teaching high school, writing in his spare time (or will be once we move), and a much, much happier creature. Which is all that matters to me.
linden_jay: (Buffy BLEAH)
Let me repeat that. It's FIVE THIRTY in the morning. Anyone who knows me will know that I am about the world's farthest thing from a morning person. At the best of times, I'm an insomniac, and I'm much better at 2am after having been awake all day than I ever am at say, well, FIVE THIRTY after trying to sleep all night.

Basically, my job is trying to kill me.

I'm still doing the job for the woman in my office who got hurt and won't be back for god knows how long. Besides, once she gets back, she won't know how to do her job anymore, so I'll either have to train her, or keep doing it until she gets caught up again, but still. So we've had a casual in to do MY job, while I do her job. Except, for the past two weeks, we couldn't get anyone. So, instead of doing the job that already had me averaging a couple of hours of over time every few days, I was doing two jobs. My original job, and the job I'm covering. And having disaster after disaster that pulled me entirely away from the job I'm covering.

So now, it's two weeks later, I put out all of the metaphorical fires, while getting behind like whoa on my other job, and I've got a two inch high stack of emails (literal, not metaphorical) that all need to be answered this second, and people getting pissy at me because of all the stuff I'm behind on. Oh, plus about two major projects that have to be done by the end of today, while doing all that stuff.

BREATHE.

Thank god I've got a sense of humour. If I didn't? I'd be crying right now.
linden_jay: (James Purefoy- giggle)
I went to bed just past ten last night. I KNOW! Am I sick or something? I don't think so... but clearly my body thinks that working 3 hours of overtime, including working through my lunch, is incredibly stupid. I have to say, I don't disagree there.

The job is going well, although it's looking like I'm going to be replacing broken-ankle-coworker for at least another 2-3 months. She can't even put weight on it yet, and once she gets out of various casts, she's gonna be in rehab for ages. So, I keep trucking merrily along, making her wage (which is nice), and trying to learn mostly on my own what she got two months of training on and still didn't master.

UM. Yeah, no wonder I'm exhausted.

We're getting a break in the stupid STUPID heat that we've been suffering through, but this is BC--I know better than to think it's going to last. That sounds pessimistic, but it's not... this is one of those places where if you don't like the weather, wait five minutes. Plus, it's summer in a place that is desert climate, just with a lot of lakes. So I have to suck it up for another month or two, but in the meantime, I'm gonna enjoy the weather being COLD.

Okay. So. To work, on time, for the first time this week. BAD JAY. Be good everyone. Don't set anything on fire without me here to enjoy the flames.
linden_jay: (Default)
I had an awful, terrible, no good, very bad day at work today. People were stupid, things were stupid, everything was stupid. And I came home and whined all up one side of the Academic Husband and down the other.

He went out and bought me a bag of gummi bears, and told me to name them after the people who'd made me mad, then bite their heads off.

I really do love that boy quite a little bit.
linden_jay: (Jensen- blue t-shirt sex)
See, this is why no matter how cold it gets, you aren't going to catch me complaining about it being cold, not unless I've just been stranded out in the snow or something like that. If it's cold, you can always put on a sweater. When it's hot? There's only so naked you can get. And when you don't have air conditioning and it gets up to 43 degrees Celsius, it's just not even fair. Especially not when I had to go to a wedding and be in like, a dress and all. And makeup. I came within inches of breaking a glass and hacking my hair off with the jagged edge, because I couldn't find a ponytail holder to put it up with.

It's so hot, and my apartment gets all the afternoon sun in the living room and kitchen. So, pretty much can't use the oven. Or really the upstairs at all. I was going through cupboards trying to find something I could eat, and all the chocolate chips in the baking drawer have melted. That drawer doesn't even face the window or get any direct sunlight. That's just from heat.

My boy is gone for the whole week, and I'm in my second full week of my new job, which is possibly the first day I'll have my very own desk for. Which seriously is totally shiny. After a full month of managing on whatever spare space I can beg, borrow, or steal, having my own space is a luxury I was not expecting. One that makes me more gleeful than should be allowed.

This post wins for being random. You'd think I was sleepy or something.

Further posts and topics may or may not include: Canadian weddings, my life as an international super-something, the joy of bathing cats, and possibly an actual post in that [livejournal.com profile] jay_bean journal I've set up, which is supposed to be for more real life like stuff. Feel free to friend or not, as you please... some of it will be flocked and some won't, but I want somewhere to post Stuff and Things that are rattling up my brain.

Okay. Bed. Now. Lets find out if it's cool enough for me to sleep, especially without the boy around.
linden_jay: (Angel-Lindsey- more comfortable)
It's my last week of work at the old job. Of course, because Murphy is a tricky bastard, it's not going to go down without a fight. )

The new job is doing better... )

Real life that is not work is getting slightly more complicated, and slightly more interesting than it has been. Which brings me to the un-cut portion of tonight's post. I've decided to create a journal that will be a little more focused on things of a real life nature. I'll probably still post Jay-related stuff over here as well, or crosspost/link but it's likely to be centered over there.

Some of it may be flocked, most of it won't be, but I'm giving people the option of friending it if they want to read that, since some of the stuff I'm going to be nattering on about over there will have little to do with things fanfic or game related, and some people may not be interested in that. So--yes. If that's something you're interested in, it'll be over at [livejournal.com profile] jay_bean. Friend, don't friend, lurk, kick back and hang out, whatever you please, but you're welcome.
linden_jay: (CM- My fandom's Mom...)
Huh. So this is what it's like to wake up more than fifteen minutes before I have to get in the car and drive to work. Time to actually check my email and my flist, and brush my hair before I climb in the car? Trippy. Now to decide if it's actually worth giving up that forty-five extra minutes of hitting the snooze button for...

I am so, SO glad this week is almost over. First I had to get through a weekend of stressing about the test I had to write to qualify for my job, then writing the test, then waiting for them to mark the test, then starting to work two jobs back to back (I get to take my break in the car, driving between both--isn't that lovely?), and now I just want to curl up on the floor and sleep for a little while. Possibly the entire weekend. I'm undecided.

The new job is insanely fast paced, and I have to keep reminding myself that I'm allowed to ask questions and allowed to not know what I'm doing, even though everything needs to be done yesterday, because it's a hell of a lot worse if I don't ask and fuck it up. It's really interesting though to be in a job where they're trying to actually create the position around my strengths. Responsibility, respect, and a lot of autonomy, once I know what I'm doing. It's so different from my old job that it makes my head spin.

Okay. Blood work, then real work, then other work, then falling down. I can do this, right?
linden_jay: (Heroes-Sylar-giggles while he bleeds)
As subject lines go, it's rather on the nose, but this time, I think that's okay.

I got the job, glory be, I got the job, and I'm so giddy I could spit!

I'm probably going to be posting about it more, but likely on a filter or at least flocked. If I don't have you friended, or you lurk (says the professional lurker), holler on me, and we'll see about adding you on if that's the sort of thing you'd be interested in reading--the life and times of Jay: International Superclerk. I mean... I get business cards. That's kind of badass.

Okay, not really.

And now--bed. Details later. But for now?

I got the job, I got the job, I got the job!!!
linden_jay: (Safeword)
I GOT A NEW JOB!

Okay, wait. Stop. Rewind. I've ALMOST got a new job.

It's pending a couple of things--I have to pass an exam for a course I've never taken on this computer program I've been using all year, and I have to have an interview with the principal of the program, BUT--assuming those two things go all right (and considering that the principal called my mother--who also works in the district--to be all giddy over getting me, I'm pretty hopeful there)? I HAVE A NEW JOB!

- Fifteen more hours a week.
- Higher wage
- Possible overtime
- BENEFITS. Including dental, medication, glasses... the works.
- Doing new and different things, actually getting to LEARN stuff, instead of what I've been doing in the library which is fun (sometimes), but so easy it numbs my brain.
- No evil overlord.

I've got a week to study, and I write the exam next week. Please to be wishing me luck because

I GOT A NEW JOB!
linden_jay: (Get Fuzzy- Dear Lord Make it stop)
This is the second day in a row that I can actually remember every hour, on the hour, all night long, with the knowledge that I only dozed a little bit between each of them.

So of course, while desperately trying to get at least a little more time with my eyes closed, if not sleeping, before I have to be at work at nine, the phone rings at 7:30.

The secretary is sick. They need me in the office all day.

When does she start work? Oh yeah. 7:30. Le sigh. It's gonna be a long fucking day.

Sorry to everyone I missed yesterday. I left IM signed in when I wasn't around. I'm just that kind of clever.

And in totally unrelated news, a wonderfully happy birthday to Lottie! Much love and happiness, beautiful woman! MWAH!
linden_jay: (Heroes- Mohinder/Sylar...get over it?)
This is just inhuman. It's Saturday, I couldn't sleep until almost 3 am last night, and I'm up before 8:30 am. Why? Because I have to be sworn in as a shiny brand new member of the union. What kind of union has meetings at nine am on a Saturday for the love of Pete!

They can make me go. They can't make me happy about it, and they can't make me pay attention.

Gah. I should bring my knitting or something. At least then I'd have something to keep me awake.
linden_jay: (Daniel Craig does not give a damn)
I just had a three day weekend--I shouldn't be this tired, honestly. Which isn't stopping me from feeling like I just got run over by a very large truck.

Most people have it in for Mondays. For me? It's Tuesdays. I leave the house at 8:30, so in, well, two minutes, not that I'm out of my pj's yet, and I don't get to be home for more than 40 minutes at a stretch until nearly ten. Work, going to practice before choir, or sometimes more work, play rehearsal, a short break for dinner, and three hours of choir. Tuesdays blow.

And the kidlets have had a four day weekend, since Friday and Monday were days off, so they should be coming back energized and zooey. Wish me luck not killing any of them.
linden_jay: (Jay doll)
So, I haven't talked much about the job that I accidentally got just over a week ago, but what it is that I'm doing is working as a library assistant at an elementary school. I check books out, re-shelve them, help kids find books, help the grade sevens with their knitting (it's a class project, and the teacher found out I could knit and roped me into helping, which is awesome), back up the librarian, and do pretty much everything else she wants. It's easy, but it pays well, and it's nice to be working somewhere that I'm always busy. Way, way too many of the jobs I've had you've had to look busy, even when you have nothing to do. Here, there's always something else I can be doing, which I actually really like.

So today, there was a grade one class in the library, wandering around and choosing books. I was mostly behind the desk checking them out for the kids, but I was ducking out every now and again, suggesting books, reminding the boys that Calvin and Hobbes is awesome, yes, but it doesn't count as a storybook, so they have to pick something else too.

I was back behind the desk again when this little curly-headed, black-haired elf-child came up and stood at the desk and looked at me, all big eyes. I give her my best 'I am a friendly and nice lady' smile.

"Can I help you find something?" She says nothing, just keeps looking at me for another few moments while I nod encouragingly. She leans forward all close and looks up at me again, speaking barely above a whisper.

"I really like your hair."

Jay. Ded. From. Cute. I swear. Ohmygosh.

I think I might be glad I accidentally got this job.
linden_jay: (Firefly- Chain of Command)
Yeah, I know--how does one 'accidentally' get a job? Well... I didn't apply for the one I've been temping at because I was quite sure that someone else would apply, and then no one did, and the principal came to talk to me and wanted to sweet talk me into taking it. It's less hours than I wanted, but the salary is great, and I'm still available to get called out for afternoons if they need extra people elsewhere, so... yeah. I have a job *blink*.

Now I seriously, SERIOUSLY need some clothes, since they've already seen everything I own about seventeen times. Guess that's this weekend's goal. Not today though. I'm in too good a mood to go clothes shopping.

So, yes. JOB! Yay!

Oh, and in other news, I need some kind of a portable media player. iPod, MP3, whatever. I know nothing about them at all, so... this is the part where you rec me whatever it is you have, or make suggestions or whatever. Thank you!

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