NO ONE LIKES TO GO TO WORK AT FOUR AND GET OFF AFTER TWELVE. NO ONE! D<
~H.D, who does not want to go to work at four.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Red, the color of desire. Black, the color of despair.
It's been a while since I blogged, so this is kind of overdue.
Lately work has been, well, work. Every since school started back up the sandwich place has pretty much been a madhouse. Except for the last two days I worked. But even then it wasn't so great, because the day shift is apparently ticked off that I don't have enough stuff prepped for them when they get there in the morning. It's not like they don't have a few free hours before the place actually opens to lay cheese and fill dressing bottles. Meh.
But I don't wanna complain anymore. For real. I don't. I do enough while I'm at work. And while I do want to continue to use this blog to blow off some steam I also want to look back on it and remember the good times, not just the times I felt like being bitchy.
Anyway, back to the sandwiches. We have a new manager working with us now and he's tremendous. What I mean by that is he's an amazing guy, very nice and polite (even when he's obviously tired/angry/upset/etc.) and works hard to make sure no one is understaffed. It's terrific! I know all of us who work sandwiches are grateful to him for his awesomeness. He's already on his way to being a sandwich ninja himself. He just needs to work a bit more, become "one" with the wraps, bread, dressings, veggies and other toppings, and he'll be counted amongst the greats working alongside my valiant sandwich crafters. ♥
Yeah, if you haven't guessed I'm pretty passionate about sandwiches. DEAL WITH IT!
~H.D., who's feeling melancholic and depressed but trying to remain genki despite that
Lately work has been, well, work. Every since school started back up the sandwich place has pretty much been a madhouse. Except for the last two days I worked. But even then it wasn't so great, because the day shift is apparently ticked off that I don't have enough stuff prepped for them when they get there in the morning. It's not like they don't have a few free hours before the place actually opens to lay cheese and fill dressing bottles. Meh.
But I don't wanna complain anymore. For real. I don't. I do enough while I'm at work. And while I do want to continue to use this blog to blow off some steam I also want to look back on it and remember the good times, not just the times I felt like being bitchy.
Anyway, back to the sandwiches. We have a new manager working with us now and he's tremendous. What I mean by that is he's an amazing guy, very nice and polite (even when he's obviously tired/angry/upset/etc.) and works hard to make sure no one is understaffed. It's terrific! I know all of us who work sandwiches are grateful to him for his awesomeness. He's already on his way to being a sandwich ninja himself. He just needs to work a bit more, become "one" with the wraps, bread, dressings, veggies and other toppings, and he'll be counted amongst the greats working alongside my valiant sandwich crafters. ♥
Yeah, if you haven't guessed I'm pretty passionate about sandwiches. DEAL WITH IT!
~H.D., who's feeling melancholic and depressed but trying to remain genki despite that
Monday, January 4, 2010
Stargazing : Isn't that what tabloid journalists do???
I FOUND MYSELF A HERO!!!
That doesn't mean I've never had a hero in my life. Obviously, Jesus Christ is a big hero who loves me very much. I'm thankful for everything he's done for me. I consider him my spiritual hero. He's present, I know this, and someone I depend on when I need to talk about... anything! He's great, but he isn't who I'm talking about today.
I also have a... writing hero? I don't think that was the title I really need in this instance but I can't think of what else to call him. Osamu Tezuka was a master storyteller, with a huge cast of characters that just inspire me out the wahzoo! Though he's been gone for over 20 years now, you could not find a better a better sensei. But he's not who I'm going to talk about today either.
A few days ago a dear woman I've been following on Live Journal posted a very touching story. She wrote about how as a young teenager she had sent an email to a very distinguished artist in a fandom along with a small bit of artwork. A few weeks passed.... and to her utter amazement, he replied. She admits that her artwork at the time was terrible (and I've seen some of it, it really was... unpolished) but the artist only gave her encouragement, AND he sent her a drawing back in response as well.
This began a small correspondence between the two of them, Rookie and Artist (as I will now refer to them, no disrespect to Rookie, of course). Though Rookie now realizes her emails could be nothing more than childish rantings (think what your small, pre-teen cousins would say if they met the Jonas Bros. in person... yeah, like that) but Artist never once treated her like an annoying fangirl or ever was terse and uninterested. Instead, he only continued to encourage. She would send him art and he would respond back with more. The Artist even tried to emulate the Rookie's style in his replies and she's shocked how he would care to do such a thing.
My new hero, however, is not the Artist. Instead, it is the Rookie. After all, after all these years the Rookie is not longer a rookie. Instead, she's a great artist whom I adore greatly.
Sometimes, like her, many of us find ourselves excited about something someone else has done. We send fanrants or make fanart. Some write fanfiction. And how many times have all our good intentions get smashed by trolls and snobs? The internet can be such a cruel place. You want to be expressive and artistic but sometimes people just don't know how to be nice about it. They'll tell you things like "you suck" or "it's insulting to have you talk to me this way" when you're honest to goodness just trying to express your love for something or someone.
Rookie has always been kind to me and everyone else who comments on her art or LJ. I guess you could say the legacy of being kind moved down to her, so she's nice to everyone even when she admits she doesn't feel like it. I... wanna be like that.
I'm a bit of an irritable person, especially when I'm tired. I've never been terribly popular about my fics or anything (I don't do art) but if I ever get to a point where people ask me for betas or something I want to be able to say I'd do it gladly, even if their stuff isn't great or full of stupid chatspeak or something.
So, I think I'm gonna stop this rant here since I'm feeling like I'm about to lose consciousness even though it's in the middle of the day. Grinding away at the same game will do that to you.
Anyway, I'm out.
~H.D., who does this for the android
That doesn't mean I've never had a hero in my life. Obviously, Jesus Christ is a big hero who loves me very much. I'm thankful for everything he's done for me. I consider him my spiritual hero. He's present, I know this, and someone I depend on when I need to talk about... anything! He's great, but he isn't who I'm talking about today.
I also have a... writing hero? I don't think that was the title I really need in this instance but I can't think of what else to call him. Osamu Tezuka was a master storyteller, with a huge cast of characters that just inspire me out the wahzoo! Though he's been gone for over 20 years now, you could not find a better a better sensei. But he's not who I'm going to talk about today either.
A few days ago a dear woman I've been following on Live Journal posted a very touching story. She wrote about how as a young teenager she had sent an email to a very distinguished artist in a fandom along with a small bit of artwork. A few weeks passed.... and to her utter amazement, he replied. She admits that her artwork at the time was terrible (and I've seen some of it, it really was... unpolished) but the artist only gave her encouragement, AND he sent her a drawing back in response as well.
This began a small correspondence between the two of them, Rookie and Artist (as I will now refer to them, no disrespect to Rookie, of course). Though Rookie now realizes her emails could be nothing more than childish rantings (think what your small, pre-teen cousins would say if they met the Jonas Bros. in person... yeah, like that) but Artist never once treated her like an annoying fangirl or ever was terse and uninterested. Instead, he only continued to encourage. She would send him art and he would respond back with more. The Artist even tried to emulate the Rookie's style in his replies and she's shocked how he would care to do such a thing.
My new hero, however, is not the Artist. Instead, it is the Rookie. After all, after all these years the Rookie is not longer a rookie. Instead, she's a great artist whom I adore greatly.
Sometimes, like her, many of us find ourselves excited about something someone else has done. We send fanrants or make fanart. Some write fanfiction. And how many times have all our good intentions get smashed by trolls and snobs? The internet can be such a cruel place. You want to be expressive and artistic but sometimes people just don't know how to be nice about it. They'll tell you things like "you suck" or "it's insulting to have you talk to me this way" when you're honest to goodness just trying to express your love for something or someone.
Rookie has always been kind to me and everyone else who comments on her art or LJ. I guess you could say the legacy of being kind moved down to her, so she's nice to everyone even when she admits she doesn't feel like it. I... wanna be like that.
I'm a bit of an irritable person, especially when I'm tired. I've never been terribly popular about my fics or anything (I don't do art) but if I ever get to a point where people ask me for betas or something I want to be able to say I'd do it gladly, even if their stuff isn't great or full of stupid chatspeak or something.
So, I think I'm gonna stop this rant here since I'm feeling like I'm about to lose consciousness even though it's in the middle of the day. Grinding away at the same game will do that to you.
Anyway, I'm out.
~H.D., who does this for the android
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