Has some recording difficulties, the in game sound didn’t get recorded and the mic was boosted too much so I’m really loud. I hope to have these figured out in the next video. Please enjoy.
If only this worked 100% of the time. Now before you say it can, I have a husband, two children, a mortgage and car payment… and credit card debt and some loan debt. Decisions are now made based upon what is the best choice for us as a family unit.
I posted this in reference to work actually. So I fucked up yesterday. Not royally, not in front of any customers, and nothing that would affect the reputation or sales of the company. What I did was call a supervisor a dick. Not to her face not to her supervisor, but to a lateral supervisor.
I owned up to it. I sent an e-mail to my manager about being angry and how I lashed out and how unprofessional it was and I apologized.
I was angry because I had been placed in a boring position and was lonely and no one came and checked on me for four and a half hours. I literally felt forgotten about. No one came by and asked if I needed anything, or if I was doing okay. So I was seething and angry, and just stewing about how I hadn’t gotten a break. It wasn’t this shift, it was a lot of shifts that once I got lunch, I didn’t get another break, and I worked a shift where I got nothing, no break, no lunch. So this shift it seemed that I wasn’t getting a break (and I didn’t get one) and I felt like it was because this one Head Cashier doesn’t like me. (Probably anxiety talking, where I feel like I just bother people by breathing.) I felt singled out, so I told the Head Cashier, not the one that I think doesn’t like me, but another one that So & So is Dick. The Head Cashier said I shouldn’t say that, especially to another Head Cashier and she wouldn’t say anything.
So after I sent the e-mail, I sat there and wondered if I had made the right decision. I mean the Head Cashier said she wouldn’t say anything (but I didn’t trust her) figured she might tell it as a story to someone else, and then someone else would go tell the Head Cashier I think doesn’t like me. I’m still second guessing if I should’ve sent the e-mail or not. If I’m going to have a job when I show up to work on Thursday. I’m literally drowning in anxiety here.
My biggest problem is I’ll make a decision, then later worry about if I made the wrong one, then change my decision and again worry if the I had made the right choice the first time.
My biggest problem with maintaining a blog or journal is not that much crap happens to me… on a regular basis. In the past I blogged about the all the ill treatment at my last job, but right now my job isn’t bad.
What better dream than a Doctor Who/Warcraft Crossover?
The dream was so good I intent to make it into Fan Fiction and start outlining it. It won’t be World of Warcraft in it though.
I dreamed I was the Doctor’s Companion and in love with him and it was the 10th Doctor. Now I’ve began to flesh out parts already to make my dream more sensible. I only dreamed that we were sent by a king whose lands were under siege by an evil force to a small desolate village to retrieve some sort of artifact that had been hidden there to save the kingdom. We did not take the TARDIS to the remote village in the mountains, we went by carriage, along with a small company of royal soldiers to protect us. The night we arrive the Doctor becomes sick, passes out and is feverish and delirious. We get him into a bed (the villagers are extremely wary of us and the soldiers) and won’t talk to us, or help us with our “quest,” they say the king abandoned them when their village fell ill (in my dream it was Smallpox but considering the time period the dream took place in, it could’ve been Black Plague) and would not send them any help, so they won’t help the king.
Over the course of the night, a blizzard hits, and the Doctor and I and this small company of soldiers are trapped in the village because the pass we came through it blocked with snow. The next morning the Doctor is out of the bed, looking for his clothes, saying we need to help the king, and find the artifact, but he’s not any better. He’s still sick. I try to tell him we can’t leave even if we had the artifact, because we were snowed in. We didn’t bring the “special blue carriage,” I was trying not to alarm the peasants. Because our modern clothes and the way we spoke, and the Doctor’s Sonic Screwdriver, they were already claiming we were wizards and didn’t trust us more than as if we were normal outsiders.
I’m having a hard time convincing him to get back into the bed. He’s feverish, sweating, shivering, babbling nonsense half of the time. I’m really worried about him, and since he’s not human, I have no idea how to treat him (since the medicine is basically 14th or 16th century) other than just rest, liquids, and soup. I hug him and whisper into his ear I love him and that if he dies, I’ll die too.
(Then the phone rang and I woke up.)
As far as fleshing it out and complete spoiler, we get summoned via a message from a clockwork raven, that the Doctor built (during a previous incarnation) and gave as a gift to the king (who will be the grandfather of the king in my dream). The king’s dowager aunt is the one summoning the evil (I’m thinking demonic shadows or something) because she wants the throne for her daughter. (King’s cousin.)
We arrive, discover the kingdom in turmoil, get sent to get the artifact (I’ve no idea what the artifact is at the moment) and though the Doctor becomes ill, it isn’t a sickness but he’s being poisoned by an agent of the dowager queen who traveled with us.
So I dreamed the zombie apocalypse happened and had happened several years or even generations ago. There was a legend that someone had discovered a way to reverse the zombie plague (turn zombies back into people) so a group of people research the person who created the cure, and then much like a zombie DaVinci Code discover where the guy hid the cure or rather where the instructions to the cure were hidden. So the group of people sacrifice everything, even not worrying about companions being bitten because once they get the cure, they’ll be able to turn people back.
So they find the final resting place of the cure (a public bathroom hidden in the toilet paper dispenser) and open the container that should contain the instructions for the cure. It is in fact instructions on how to build an ark to save humanity. (I dunno if it was to send humanity to another planet or just put them in cryostasis and wait until the zombies die off.) See the legend began as this guy had a way to save humanity and over time people thought it was the cure for the zombie plague.
Dreamed the Sims was a VR type world (think the movie 13th floor) where you could walk among and interact with your sims. Well I told my favorite sim, a middle aged black man, that I was a player and him and his world were just a computer simulated game. He referred to me as the Creator. I grant him immortality and that causes him to become obsessed with death and the death of the sims in his town. He collects their obituaries. He meets a young girl, and befriends her, but she realizes eventually as she grows up that he doesn’t age and begins to think he is Death because of his noticeable obsession with it. My favorite sim falls in love with her and wants me to grant her immortality so they can be together. I inform him it was a one time gift.
We travel back and forth in time and we notice that his computer simulated world is going to end in an apocalypse (I think a meteor was going to hit). My favorite sim asks me to travel back to the present, grab the girl he’s also fallen in love with, and bring her to the future and put her on this rocket I created that was sending the sims to colonize another virtual planet or something. Even though the apocalypse was not going to happen during her lifetime, my favorite sim wanted her on this rocket. So I oblige and she wants my favorite sim to come with her.
And I woke up.
Been needing a turnip crochet pattern to make a mascot for my blog.
Cotton yarn in Purple, Ecru, Green
SC – single crochet
INC – 2 sc in same stitch
DEC – Work decrease over next 2 stitches in front loop for invisible decrease
CH – chain
SL ST – slip stitch
Note: Join each row with slip stitch. Do not work in spiral.
With Ecru, Ch 7
R1: Sc 6 in 2nd chain from hook. (6)
R2: Sc around (6)
R3: (Sc, inc) 2x (9)
R4: Rep R 2 (9)
R5: Inc around (18)
R6: (Sc, inc) around (36)
R7: (Sc 2, inc) around (54)
R8-9: Rep R2 (54)
Switch to Purple
R10-11: Rep R2 (54)
R12: (Sc 2, dec) around (36)
R13: (Sc, dec) around (18)
R14: (Sc, dec) around (12)
R15: Dec around (6)
Switch to Green
R16: Rep R2 (6)
R17: *(Sc, ch 10, sc, ch 10, sc) in first st. Skip next st. ** Rep…
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