Work
My boss called earlier, I didn’t answer but she did leave a message. Apparently the other girl, Emily (who by the way is the only other employee besides me), her father passed away either early this morning or last night. I feel bad for her, I mean he was in his 70’s and everything, but it’s still sad.
This means I’m going to have to work all this weekend, maybe all next weekend too. More money for me, but less time with him. I really should get a raise.
I’ve been reviewing for Pick Me for over a month now. I enjoy it, and Dru put me in charge of it a few weeks ago because she’s been busy. But some of the reviewers -never- review, others are understandably busy, and there are a select few who review regularly.
But it seems like everyone is getting backed up, I guess because it’s getting close to finals, so all of the slack reviews, I have to do myself, and my mailbox is like totally full of them. I guess it’s kinda frustrating. The people who aren’t interested in reviewing anymore should just say so, so someone else can do the reviews.
I’m just venting. If you’re interested in reviewing, by all means, go apply!
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6 Responses to “Work”
May 8th, 2002 at 4:30 pm
I’ve been considering doing some reviewing, perhaps I’ll sign up
May 8th, 2002 at 11:55 pm
I feel bad for her. The only person I’ve lost who was close to me was my grandfather, but that pain is intense.
In other news, where on earth is incoherent? I’m starting to wonder if she exists.
::just applied to review::
May 8th, 2002 at 11:57 pm
I don’t know where she is……she had internet trouble, then she e-mailed me saying she’d be up. She didn’t even put that splash page up, I did
I hope she’s still itnerested, and if so, that she’ll update often…..but I guess if I don’t hear from her soon, I’ll assume she’s not interested. *shrug*
May 9th, 2002 at 8:24 am
I’ve had a whole string of deaths in my family in the past few years. I was never really close to any of them except my aunt. The worst thing about it was seeing her die because we knew it was coming and we knew it would eventually come for years. She had AIDS. Then, soon after her son died, my cousin. He contracted the disease from my aunt at birth.
Wow, that was a trip. I love those little backtracks down memory lane. It’s not exactly something you want to think about a lot, but it helps to deal with the pain if you remember.
May 9th, 2002 at 8:34 am
Yeah I know what you mean. I don’t remember much death when I was little, if any. But as soon as I was like 13 or so, I remember all these deaths since then. And it’s frightening because it makes me think that people are…….well……dying.
I will be crushed when my father dies, absolutely crushed.
May 10th, 2002 at 1:53 am
This is probably the wrong place to leave you a message that is not at all related to an entry in your blog, but *shrugs* I wanted to give you praise. Forgive me?
Well, I’ve been surfing randomly for the last, oh, 2 or 3 hours, finding horrible site after passable site, and then I came to yours. The entry was interesting. But I perked right up when I saw Rob Zombie and the lyrics to living dead girl. And an interesting blog made me cheer.
Hurray! Someone more interesting (and appealing) than burnt tapioca pudding! (I have no love for tapioca pudding)
So, umm, yes. Thankyou for being nifty, and for making me smile.
I’m sorry if this has scarred or frightened you. I promise I’m not usually this verbal.