I put in my two weeks notice last night. It went something like:

My dearest Mrs. B----n,

As you may very well know, I'm leaving soon to seek my fortune in the valleys beyond the city of Angels-- where I once called home. As such, I am obligated to give you my two-week notice. Now, I understand that the original intent was to transfer my employ yonder, but I feel now is the time for me to expand my horizons and try something new.

I greatly enjoyed my tenure here-- the laughs we've had, adventures we've shared-- and will look back on it with great fondness. I hope that if ever a future employer calls upon you that you have great things to say about me.

Oh, and a letter of recommendation would be neat too, if you'd kindly?

-Jeremy

And just to clarify a few things about this situation, and to explain how my quitting isn't a huge deal just yet. I'm moving to LA, not SF, so I can visit some family for a while. I'm not sure if I'm going to actually make it to SF, but overall I'm not sure what I'm doing at all.

When I get to LA I'm going to sign up to do background work in movies. I had a taste of it when I was hanging with Marlene in SF, and it was always a contingency plan I'd never really fulfilled. Now's the time to do it, methinks. They're always looking for brown folk, now, haha.

Leaving this job right now may work in my benefit. If I were to go to another Walgreens in the area and quit soon after, I'd probably fuck up my chances at getting another job as easily. I'm leaving this job with high recommendations, and professional contacts. Also, considering the gravity of the circumstances surrounding my leaving it makes more sense than if I transfered and quit soon after.

I know CA's economy sucks, and I know it's impossible to find a job. But I'm not paying rent while I'm there, not at first, and by the time I'll be getting my own apartment I'll already have a job.

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I've started drawing more at work, because I'm bored on register all day and have decided to shirk my responsibilities. I get shit done regardless, so whatever. Anyway! These were each done once a day for the past week (sans the second one, which was done a week ago) and all on receipt paper. They're actually shown larger than they were drawn.

Expect the first one to be redrawn and better.

Photography resume, circa now. First of the four I'm gonna be making over the next few days. If anyone in the Seattle area knows of any jobs, pass it along! Otherwise, it's just up 'cause I spent my damned time doing it and someone ought to see it.

Also, if you need samples of how to create resumes that sometimes work, just look at mine!

Personal info censored for obvious reasons.


PS: Drama Mama is rearing her ugly Bouffant hairdon't'ed head again. No, I'm not gonna talk about it. Just know I'm very very very annoyed at life.

I am so over retail. For. E. Ver.

Thank Og for my garbage bag full of popcorn.

It was ME! I was the patsy the WHOLE TIME!

Okay, 'robbed' is way too strong a word for it. More like taken advantage of, and not in a sexy fun kind of way. Long story short, and I mean skipping lots of details, this guy grabbed a carton of cigarettes out of my hand when I was at work and ran out the door. He asked to see it, made a big show about how "I don't think these are the kind she wants" when there clearly was no 'she' involved, pretended to reach for his phone, then look out the door-- then booked it.

I'm not even mad. I'm annoyed. VERY fucking annoyed. Why would you make a show about it? Make up a story about a girl you're "buying" them for, only to book it out? I don't give a fuck. If you're gonna steal them, steal them. Don't get some non-existent person involved.

The moment you do it I'll know what you were going to do. Chances are I already suspected something. So for gods sake, just take the stuff and run. You're already on camera, but there's no audio so the only person who's hearing your great story-- your wonderful tale that you have woven-- and frankly I don't care now.

Granted, I am an appreciator of story. A part of me appreciates the thought that went into it, the improvisation of mental anguish about "Ooooooh, is this the kind she said she wanted? Oh, I don't know, let me squint my eyes really tight and THINK REAL HARD!" I appreciate theater, I appreciate things like improv everywhere, I really do. But please, for the love of Og, if you're going to steal shit just do it.

Look! I work retail. This shit happens, sometimes. You know it. I know it. The people in line behind you are constantly suspecting it (some actually appreciate it so they can tell their friends later that they witnessed a robbery). So, just drop the act.

And before you, the thief, decide to try and rob me... know one thing. I've been robbed for real, by various people with various weapons (hammers, screw driver, skateboard, two other guys). I know what to do, if anything I'm just gonna be real irritated by what you're doing and thinking about how I want to kick your stupid ass next time I see you in the street-- but I won't! I don't care. I just don't care. You're just giving me less reason to care about people.

Here's another thing! I understand theft sometimes! You're hungry, you just don't have money, so you steal some food. I don't appreciate it, but I understand it. You need clothes because you're homeless. Okay, it sucks but it's reasonable. Cigarettes, though? Cigarettes are SO LOW on the list of respectable things to steal that I sort of feel the need to remind you that on top of being a dick you're gonna probably get cancer, and no one will mourn you ('cause you were a dick who stole cigarettes). So... find something better to do with your time.

This totally just supports this theory I'm developing about why people are so utterly stupid, and how science can prove how some folks literally just cannot help it anymore.

1) Stayed up until 1:30 in the morning working on my comic, then nothing important at all.
2) Woke up at seven to go to work.
3) Accidentally DESTROYED someone's roll of film.
4) Stayed on the phone for an hour with the tech support people while they tried to help me figure out where, exactly, said roll of film disappeared to in the machine (it was wrapped around a spool and completely eaten).
5) Snapped at an old lady because she was being picky with shit, had coupons that weren't working, and was holding up the line.
6) Ate two pizza loafs (one was enough, I'm just a damned fatty).
7) Ignored the cute guy who TOTALLy hit on me ("Oh, this camera is cute. I should take a picture of you, cutie." Seriously.) because the woman behind him (bitch) was an impatient troll.
8) Saw an old woman's g-string when she bent over to pick something up.

Thank Og for cool patient customers. Fuck the rest.


IN OTHER NEWS! I've got the next two days off work and I'm thinking of heading into Seattle tomorrow. I'm sure I know at least three people here on LJ there, so what's up? Who wants to hang out with me? Otherwise, if I go, I'll just be meandering clueless an susceptible to dirty perverts who want to have their way with me. Dangerous(ly hot).

Today was good. Went by fast, cool customers, Pride is sunday, Taste of Tacoma is this weekend, aaaand I have cakesters.

Film for pride:
4 rolls of 200 speed
3 rolls of 400 speed black and white
2 rolls of 400 speed color
1 roll of 100 speed
1 digital camera

I. Am. Fucking. Set. I'll probably only use half of it, but still I'm set for a while.

You know what trips me out? Like, honestly? When people hit on me. No, seriously, I don't know what to do. To make things more interesting it seemed to be 'Hit On Jeremy' day at work, I swear. Three people, two girls and a guy (though two of the three are a fairly questionable, and I'll get into that).

First girl-- who must have been high school age-- came up with her two friends and, instantly, they were giggly. The girl starts off with "Hey there, hot stuff." No, seriously, she called me 'hot stuff.' Her friends giggled, thus providing the sufficient amount of 'egging on' she needed. What followed was a flurry of 'cuties,' 'hot stuff's,' and coy smiles. I don't recall what it was she said that nearly made me blush, but I was in the middle of handing her change and nearly dropped it. There was a long line building up too, so I was just like "Seriously, gtfo." In my head, at least.

The second one was this lady, probably in her mid-twenties, cute'ish dark haired type. The kind Dominick would've been playing from the get go if he were in today. Also the kind Dominick would've been wapping me upside the head for for not hollaring at (he doesn't know I'm gay yet, mostly 'cause it's hilarious hearing him talk about girls and shit). Anyway, hers was more subtle and took me a bit after she left the store for me to realize what had just happened. It was a simple wink and twist of the hip. One of those things hard to describe unless someone does it for you.

Third one was a guy, and this one is a bit more shakey but I still get the feeling it was a something. Note: today was like gay-day at work, as yesterday was lesbian-day for some reason. A number of gay or metero dudes came in. Anyway, this guy was moderately cute and if I hadn't had a ridiculous line I would've played along a bit. His was mostly in the eye contact, leaning in, and just way he talked. I'm still debating this one, but I'm using it to pad my being-hit-on numbers haha.

Also, I keep getting random compliments from customers on my recent haircut and my smile. Not just today, just in general lately. That's always fun.

Anyway, I have the next two days off so I'm stoked. Wednesday I'm heading out of town, and considering my recent influx of two/three-a-day journal postings I just wanted to forewarn people that I'm not dying! Just getting lost in Seattle. Sweet, no?

I had planned on writing this whole long thing I've had in mind for a week now, wanting to explain my stance as a 'staunch atheist / metaphysicist' but I'm too tired. By announcing the idea right now, I hope that motivates me to actually write about it tomorrow. HORRAY!

Dear Today,

I really hate to do this. I really do. It's not fair to you to read this in a letter, but... it's over.

I guess there's no point in padding this with flowery sentiments anymore, so I'll be frank. You're a manic-depressive bitch and I'm sick of it. Look, things were GREAT in the beginning! We took it slow, and I thought I was really getting to knew you. Then things got down to business, and you changed.

Things got heated at first, busy and hectic but altogether fun. The people you brought into my life were fun and I thought I might have actually liked them. But somewhere after dinner is where you took a turn for the worst.

Hard headed customers, moody teenagers, people who didn't speak english... It was really irritating. I never get short with customers, but... Today, you changed that. And I didn't like who I became.

So now feels like a good time to call things off, while we're on a better note. And I won't lie to you, there is another time... I met him off myspace, his name is Tomorrow. He seems alright, nothing really serious. And as bad as it is to say, I hope Tomorrow doesn't turn out to be another Today.

-Jeremy

My favorite part about running a music sites is getting free music from bands. Then bands like SlowMo Erotic alert me to their existence and ... And everything is good in the world again. Seriously, these guys are fucking AWESOME! They sent me an email over at QueerPunks.com asking to mail me their CD The Holla!Caust for review, and after hearing just one song (Fuck All Y'all) and I was rolling. I called the dude and was like "GIMME!" I love them.

They seriously helped make my day a shit ton better. I've been having a shitty day. Was flaked on for this weekend (seriously heartbreaking, I was looking forward to the tour). Some woman tried to get me written up at work for 'not listening' (which was a full on lie, and if I felt like getting into the story you'd understand why). Best of all were the death stories.

"How are you doing?" I asked a woman as she started putting things up on the counter.

She looked up and smiled. "I'm dying." Then, in her raspy voice, asked for four packs of cigarettes. I thought she was joking around, until she started talking about how her doctors told her she was level-one Oxygen dependent, and something about her daughters. Yeeeah...

And if that weren't bad enough, another woman told me the story about how her nephew was killed in Iraq literally directly after his last tour in combat had officially ended and he was about to pack his shit to come home. Suicide bomber.

It was a pretty icky day.

In other news, Eric and I are going to put together a podcast show-- aside from QueerPunks.com It ought to be fun.

So... who wants to give me a hug? Anyone? Hrm?


Addendum [10:45]: Okay, I'm gonna go out of town for a few days tomorrow after work. Gonna try and make it to at least one of those shows. My only worry is I'm not too sure about the bus route going home, 'cause I had to piece it together and... well, it's shaky and untested. I'm worried because I can't exactly call out of work again.

*sigh* Wish me luck. I need to get my queercore on.

Addendum 2 [11:10]: New icon! Courtesy of kippurbird, by way of this comic.

You know what's real fun? Not spending five hours with few breaks in a 35 degree cooler restocking shelves. I swear, I was starting to think it was my punishment for missing work yesterday. But the last few hours were less shitty when I was helping the managers organize the stockroom and junk.

Unto some writing now.

Eric arrived today after a thirty-three hours train trip! My first words out of my mouth as Ashleigh and I ran at him? "Do your best Jagger!" And let me tell you, he did it-- and it wasn't half bad. Day and a half trip, and that boy can still Jagg-Off.

So after that we carried a couch ten fuckin' blocks from the store and up a flight of stairs so he has somewhere to sleep for tonight. My arms are shot. My legs are shot from work. My back is killing me. And I'm huuuuungry...

Also, I bought a painting of a wizard. It's awesome.

Work was long... We're so short staffed it took us an hour and a half longer than it ought to have for us to close tonight. Other than that, it wasn't a bad night! No special stories to tell, 'cept there were these two idiot dudes who when they walked in one was like "Oh no, you caught me!" for no reason, and the other guy who was probably stoned was like "I used to work here. No really! I worked here!" My only response was "Don't you feel proud."

For the last hour of work, prior to the time I was supposed to get off at, all I wanted to do was get home and write. There's a round robin I had done with kippurbird where a lot of the elements are really unique and fun, and the story seems totally neat. I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and I want to turn it into a novel idea. I lurve it! Read what we wrote before, will ya?

I'mtired...

Oh, so I hadn't mentioned it yet but I finally got myself a job... at Walgreens! Go go photo specialist GO!

Now I'm off to said work. But before I go...


Fetishes list, reprised:

Tattoos - I'm not just talking a barbed wire wrapping your arm. I mean, like, FULL SLEEVES and full BODY. Hell, I even find dudes with facial tattoos hot. One guy in particular, who has a simple dual line chin tat looks SO MUCH HOTTER with those than his pictures from before.

Covered in paint - A guy came into the job yesterday and, while he was already hot (red headed, scruffy, mohawk clad) his being covered in paint really added to it. I love that shit!

Green and brown clothes - Mild one, but have you ever noticed that certain color clothes can make someone just look sexier? For me, that's forest green and brown clothes. Don't ask why. Hell, don't ask why on ANY of these things.