Mmm, yeah. Unemployment isn't exactly the most exciting time period of my life to to discuss. Yes I do live, and yes I'm still plugging along. I've got a series of classes with the Department of Employment next week to hopefully get set up with a single agent and get into some job-finder listings. It'll be nice to have someone take a look at my resume and touch up on my interviewing skills.

It's not that I couldn't break down and take some piece of shit job I resent from the start, it's that I don't want to. As the gal I met with Wednesday after orientation put it, I'm exceptionally bright, but I have a habit of rushing into jobs for means of survival. In this era I can't afford to jump on another throwaway job. I need something I can appreciate, something that can make returning to school feasible, something that has a future. Unemployment benefits aren't glorious by any means, but I'd rather cut corners on spending, still make all my bills, and have a little freedom to think things over than to jump on another migraine of a job. Call it slacking I suppose. I'll call it preparation.

Nicole has a few possible leads lined up for her trip out here in February. It'd be more than amazing for her to secure a job before the move and boost a little confidence in us about the state of things. I fucking love this girl, but damned if we aren't two of the worst self-critics I know. I'm ready for her to say goodbye to Boston and welcome her to Portland with open arms and a kiss (and a microbrew or three). I've been there, I've met the people, I've seen the family drama, and I'm none too suprised why Portland is a place of rebirth to her. It's also going to be a big change for me. By God, just make it work is all I'm asking.

It's been ages since I've posted due to my lack of muse and procrastination. Needless to say life, isn't going too badly. Two weeks from today, I'll be laid-off for the holidays and in the air bound for Boston. Then it's ten days of sex, romantic meals, scenic drives, strip club adventures, and a ska festival. Rad I say, way rad. If that isn't the way to celebrate ending a job I began to despise, I don't know what is.

"Sometimes when I look at hippies, I see nothing I like."

To those who care:

1.)All is well. Work keeps me quite busy and exhausted, but I still manage a decent life. For once I'm somewhat happy, and it feels good.

2.)For the first time in a couple years, I have reliable internet in the form of Verizon fIOS fiber optic. It is THE SHIT. I'm quite the fan of seeing an album or a file download in the time it takes to select the next item of business.

3.)Hell....where to start. I've been hanging out with my awesome friend Manda again after being stuck in the work slog for way too long. It's been awesome to say the least. Last weekend was spent walking downtown Portland, riding the MAX back to her house to watch movies, eating good food, figuring out summer camping plans, and making white folks enchiladas. Hella....good. I don't know what possessed me to stay distant from her for so long.


Her brother Heath moved into her and her multiple roomies' house the last couple days, so we're taking him out tomorrow night. A co-worker recommended this place on MLK called The Alibi. The only true tiki bar in Portland it seems, and thus intriguing. Since I'm the designated tour guide for the group, I think we'll swing by there on our way downtown. Should be a good way to greet Heath in from Seattle.

Until next time good readers, I puffeth thine bowl in thought.

I remember days no more than a few months ago where I barely had hours at my job, plenty of free time wasting my life away, and stress over finances. It's funny how that gets reversed. I'm seriously finding my socializing and time spent outside home falling by the wayside in exchange six day work weeks, overtime, and a whole new rash of headaches dealing with the testing, experimenting, and launch of the new POS system used company-wide. Yes, I still fret a bit over money, but it's not nearly as bad as it was.

Besides that, I keep finding myself falling into more involved and/or supervisory roles at my work despite being turned down for the job I applied for. Moreso ridiculous due to the fact I've been doing what is essentially the job I applied for, as the girl who got it hasn't even been to our warehouse more than a day before disappearing to a vacation planned months ago apparently. Shazzerfrack. I'm hoping it's all just some sort of test of my mettle.

I miss folks. I miss actually having the energy and the time to do the things I love. I hope it comes back soon enough. For now, I'll enjoy the next 30 hours I have off. So little time for so much I'll probably not get to do.

So I went through my interview for the supervisor position yesterday. it went fairly smoothly, although I feel as if I didn't come across as strong as I wanted to. Still, my current supervisor Tiffany (whom's job I'm shooting for) is constantly rooting for me. If only it were solely up to her. I'd have it on lock down for sure. Unfortunately it is up to our site supervisor Das Boots, or the man more commonly known as Andy Boots. He's rather hard to read so I'm not entirely sure where I stand in comparison to the droves throughout the company who applied.

Ah well, this is honestly the first time I've been able to get into such a position as to move up in a company, even if said company is moving away in the fall. I'm more used to working for large companies who don't offer these opportunities. Usually they'd seek within a select cadre of asskissers and yes men, so it has been refreshing to take the chance. That and my site happens to be the most positive, relaxed, and enjoyable divisions to work in. It's no surprise so many applied.

So here I am with my fingers crossed. I should know by Friday. In fact, I really want to know by Friday since we'll be taking our new POS/inventory system live next week. I've already found a lot of issues over the last couple weeks of live testing it that I know I'd be working with as materials handling supervisor. Judging from the reports I've given and seeing other folks' feedback, I'd really like to be the one working on this. Only seems fair when I've given a much more critical feedback than the rest.

Other than that, life in The Rental is beginning to smooth out nicely. Kenny has returned, taking over my former bedroom upstairs. Cue and Jenn are moved in as well, although their electronics still need quite a lot of work to setup. Considering Cue runs everything through a massive receiver and a switch, I'm leaving it to his hands. The house is cleaner, more work is getting done, and overall...it's just a much more motivated place. Now to see if I can apply that to Dillon when he returns from his work sojourn on the coast. He's about the only cleanliness liability that comes to mind.

Until next time folks. I'm going to go enjoy the sun relaxing on my newly mowed yard.

So here I am at 1am trying to crank out a new resume for a lead supervisor position 'the powers that be' at my work urge me to shoot for. It's a strange feeling for me to have my site director and upper-management types insist I put in my application. While this is good and all, it is not usually a feat one attempts on roughly 8 hours of sleep over the last 3 days. Fancy wording for my responsibilities with previous jobs/current position just isn't happening.

Ah well. At least in other news my three new roommates are almost moved in. So much more to do, and so little time...

Edit: It's now 2:15am or so and the resume has been emailed off to Ely in HR as she requested. Time to walk my sleep-deprived arse back over to my house and pass out with my fingers crossed. Hooah.

the hardships that come with life, it really isn't all that bad. You make friends wherever you go, you work, then you live for the time off and out that you earn; generally with above mentioned friends.

Call it a simplistic view, I could care less. At least I bear some sense of happiness. I could not say the same 12 months ago with the same belief I hold now. It's only getting better.

In the meantime, work sucks, but it's a necessary evil. Having a car rules. Eating regularly and even being frivolous at times is awesome. Establishing a more stable house with two new 'normal' roommates along with my best friend returning to the fold has been uplifting. I'm quite due for having access to a library of movies and video games and a high-quality vacumn. In return, I give them a place that won't cost them out the ass.

Also, I've changed rooms in the house again, although I don't really mind it. I'm on the shadeshade of the downstairs now, which'll be a boon come summertime afternoons. I've also setup a workstation of sorts, which gives me a stereo again in my room, courtesy of my mp3 library. A bit of money funneled into household items and things to cover the walls should make it livable for the next period of time. Until I finally move out, that is. More on that sometime when I actually have a plan solidified.

Until next time, when I'll hopefully be posting from my own laptop and internet connection.

-The Mick

Without going into an angsty, whiny, pathetic drone of a misery rant, I'll simply state that I've decided in order to make a more positive future for myself, I'm going to start working towards things I have always wanted in my life.

1.)My own quad bike. After a discussion with my brother and his friend today, I'm shooting for an 03-04 Honda TRX450R. I'm sick of doing nothing on my off days in the summer/spring/whenever. I want to ride the dunes damnit! Might as well put my massive company discount to work on parts and gear anyways.

2.)Officially owning my own wheels. Also discussed with my brother and my uncle. We shall look into working out a deal to possibly own the van I drive (which is a sweet mountain/beach rig), or else find me an adequate substitute.

3.)Resume my old hobby of traversing the lower cascade ranges in four-wheel drive vehicles. With guns.

4.)Shooting and maintaining said guns.

5.)Resume schooling. Most likely in the fall after my company moves the distribution and receiving sites to Mississippi, after which I receive my retention bonuses and a possible severance package.

6.)Profit.

7.)Go on dates again, like Nicole is.

So um, yeah. That about sums my thoughts up for the moment.

See the title for the general message. I know I've fallen out of existence with many folks. Let's just say that work has me under it's underpaying thumb. Still, it is good to see some money coming in again and being able to start working towards several personal goals. Hopefully after the new year y'all will see me again. Maybe even with wheels (fucking finally) underneath me. :p

Merry Christmas one and all. As screwed up as life can get, there's still many good times to be had.

-The Mickus

It's been a rather busy and hectic time as of late. I lost internet at home due to a roommate hiding the fact he hadn't been paying for -months- from me, work a majority of the week, and have a tendency to stuff as much socializing and getting out as I can into my days off.

So! Here's me saying all is fairly well to those who take an interest in all things Mick. It's not perfect, but it's a far cry from the misery that was my life a couple short months ago. Cheers to that one.

Well, my time is limited so I'll cut it here. Best of luck to those I haven't talked to much in recent memory. Shit happens, wipe your chin off, and keep going. It works for me.

So I've decided that I am simply done listening to or being troubled by high school-esque drama, bitchfits, jealousy, petty judgements, and so on. If anyone can't accept me for who I am, what decisions I make, and who I associate with, feel free to fuck off. I come packaged as I am. Don't like it? Don't buy it.


God that feels good to say that.

P.S. I got a new job, I work my ass off, and I stay quite socially active. Beats sitting around a computer all day being mopey like some. BIG COCK AW YEAH!

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If you had an invitation to a place in Seattle and some leads on work, would you take it?

No matter how many nice things you say or how sweet you are, you're still a whore.

If it weren't for music, I'd have eaten a bullet by now.

I need a new job as work has gone off the deep-end. I won't even go into detail. It makes me irate.


*chants mantra*
I need to look for a new job, but I hate looking.
*repeats incessantly*

In other news, I do have my papers of clearance in my hands now. They're rather underwhelming now that I've seen them.

Lastly, St. Patrick's Day.....great until around 1am or so when I had a breakdown that I didn't even know about until the next night when I was told the full story. I don't think I'll be drinking much for a bit. Same goes for my roommate Cox apparently. At least I didn't end up horribly sick the next day.

Addendum: Marathon-listening to Jack Johnson albums is therapeutic. There's no way that guy can be depressed and make the music he does.

In other news, I would kill to call into work and tell them I quit. Oh how I hate the need for money.