Description: This yet striking figure of this woman stands at a firm 5'7” tall, with an athletic yet curvaceous hourglass figure. Her flawless skin is caramel – perfect and smooth in every way, lacking any kind of scar, mark or tattoo, though she does seem to have a golden glow about her. It seems to accentuate every curve and muscle of her flesh, catching any ambient light, glittering faintly in candle light or even daylight, as if she was slathered from head to toe in thousands of tiny pieces of glitter.

Her hair is a soft brown with a reddish cast visible in the sunlight though one predominate platinum streak can be seen framing the left side of her face. Its' long tresses are pinned back with ornate ivory jeweled pins, only to cascade down her back in large, soft curls. Pieces are braided, decorated, and weighted with colored glass and ivory beads, adding movement and texture to her beautiful hair. Furthermore, is adorned with a cream-white top hat with wide golden band that sits tilted to the side.

Her strikingly perfect, beautiful face is characterized by brilliant almond shaped eyes, pure molten gold in color. They seem to shift and swirl and flow like hot gold in a crucible, enchanting and frightening all at once. These striking, exotic orbs are made even more striking by thick black lashes and hues of eyeshadow framing the lids. Her luscious full lips are soft pink in color and are seemingly always turned up at the corners in a soft, playful smile.

She wears a cream-white dress that consists of a slimming brocade corset that accentuates her figure, leaving her shoulders bare, showing off her soft flesh. Upon closer inspection, the brocade is actually orichalcum woven and sewn into the material. Between her breasts sits an elegant golden brooch presenting a beautiful creamy white gemstone that dances within the light of the sun. The skirt is the same cream color as the corset, and reaches the ground, with a slit to the left side that exposes her leg all the way up to her upper thigh, showing off her cream garter belt that holds up her matching cream fishnet stockings. The back of the dress is decorated with a large puffy bow with an assortment of folds of the luxurious silk and delicate lace. Each fold of lace and silk is trimmed with gold.

Upon her arms she wears silk cream gloves that reach her biceps, along with golden bangles hang from her wrists. Between her graceful fingertips, she tends to carry a black long-stem filter cigarette and a cream-white lace parasol at the crook of her arm. Usually, she also carries with her a pair of ornate gold fans, tucked into her stockings under her dress.

Arella was born to a poor but beautiful brothel worker in Chiaroscuro who soon died after her birth from only the Sidereals know what, taking the secret of her father's identity with her. She was taken care of then after by the owners of the establishment – a man and wife of little moral consequence.

Her teenage years rolled around, and by the time she was 16 she was a popular dancer, singer, and actress within Chiaroscuro known as Aurore. In her spare time she earned enough money to put herself through school (as it was her mother's wish). And graduated near her 18^th birthday.

Her caretakers were kind people despite the type of place they ran and didn't fail to raise her with a strong set of morals and almost idealistic goals. And while it was okay to flirt, it was always understood that she would remain chaste until marriage to a proper gentleman. (Well, as gentleman as she could find).

It was here where she ran into a young fire aspect dragon blood. It was love at first sight. Her eyes locked with his. He could see his passion, and it enthralled her. He insisted she come to bed with him – but she refused. He took such offense to that, he drug her out into an alley and beat the crap out of her. He had no respect for her, and instead of raping her right there, he walked off, mercifully leaving her there.

She was found hours later by her guardians, and put to bed.

Well near noon the next day she awoke to the sound of a fight outside of town neat the docks. She hurried to the shipyard – fighting her way against a sea of people. But soon, she found the cause... The young dragon blood from the day before had commanded a small army to attack the city's fleet of ships. And he had lost. He was captured and sentenced immediately to a swift beheading there upon that battlefield. Though he had wronged her, she felt pity in her heart for him as she watched him hit the ground, fall to his face bloodied and unconscious. He was still alive, barely, bound and helpless.. And as the General stepped forward with his dagger, reaching to take a handful of hair to deliver the final blow, she cried out and threw herself between them.

Little did she know, that the sun overhead was watching. At noon the sun was bright fiery orange-golden and red... She interceded, paying no mind to the signs and wonders happening around her.

Right then and there, she held the broken Dragon Blooded and.. she can't remember her exact words, but she knew she swayed the General enough, shook him to his very core that there was a tear stirring in his eye as he watched the blossoming Anathema save a man who would likely kill her if he was conscious. Let he die in the same situation. He and the army of soldiers looked onward as time stood still almost as the rays of noon hit her skin, the caste mark upon her forehead began to gleam... The General bid her to take him, and as the words left his mouth, her anima flared, bleaching the entire battle field in golden splendor. The blinding light allowed her an easy escape, as it burned their eyes, blistered them if they looked directly at her.

She herself was almost blinded, fleeing in any direction, away from the blood with the man in her arms... But then a thundering voice shook her to her very foundations....

“Open your eyes, my child.”

The authoritative voice seemed to boom from the sky above, making the waters themselves ripple, and resonating deeply in her head, “Open your eyes and regard me, for I am the Unconquered Sun, mightiest among the gods and the unrivaled king of Heaven.”

And slowly she did, the blindness of the white light washed away, and she looked upon his visage descending from heaven.

“Hear me now,”boomed the voice, “Long ago, before the First Age of this world, the greatest of the gods made mighty warriors out of mortal men, and set them against the Enemies of Creation. My own Chosen were their mightiest captains, just as I am chief amongst the gods, unparalleled in strength and skill. Under my banner the Chosen defeated the Dark Powers, and cast them out of this world for eternity. As their reward, they were given the vastness of Creation to rule as their own, set even above the great gods of the land, sea, and sky. My Chosen, the Solars, reigned for many thousands of years, creating an Age of wonders that the world had not yet seen, nor has since.”
“In time, the Children of the Dragons, weakest among the Chosen, grew jealous. Their hearts filled with greed. They betrayed and murdered my people, and took stewardship of the world for themselves. The traitors raised a false religion, blasphemously elevating themselves far beyond their station, and thus I, the lord of all gods, was forgotten by men. My followers were branded Anathema, and hunted to the ends of the world. The blood of the Dragons now runs weak; the glory of the previous Age has been squandered. This is a time of much sorrow and torment. To forgive one of these Dragon-Children is admirable.”

As the voice spoke all of this, she only stared, awestruck and full of fear, unable to move. Despite the fact that she had never heard a single tale of the being who now shone before her, the spirit’s majesty was undeniable, and she felt in her heart that the words were true.

At length, overcoming her terror, she dared speak to the great god in the sky, “Great and Glorious Shining Lord of the Heavens, I would gladly do as you ask, for you are truly mighty and just, but the Realm and it’s religion have much strength. I fear that I am no warrior, and will likely fail you under the sword of the Empire. This task is too great for me.” She spoke with a voice not her own, but of another, a language from the First Age.

“Fear not,”the voice spoke again, only this time its tone was more heartening than terrible, “for I will make you a wonder worker, and through you shall my might be displayed, from the isles of the West to the foot of the Scarlet Throne. Fear not death by the sword, for by your power the soldier’s blade will break upon your bare chest and even the Dragon-spawn will flee in awe. Fear not, also, for I do not ask you to undertake this quest alone. I will send to you others of my Chosen to be your allies and protectors.”

With these words, her heart was lifted. The ache of her wounds seemed less acute, and her heart was filled with warmth, but the warmth was not confined to it; she saw that her herself now shone with a golden intensity second only to the Sun's. The waters surrounding her were cast in a dazzling light, “Will you do then as I command, Chosen of the Sun?” spoke the god.

“I will,” she replied, “until it is done or death halts my course.”
“Then go forth and shake the Realm to its very roots. At long last, when your task is complete, I will reward you by making you a queen among queens, a goddess of all Creation. You and your brethren will restore the world to a new Golden Age. Go now, my Golden Child of the Zenith Caste, and work your miracles!”

With this, the blazing light of the celestial orb diminished somewhat, as did the radiance of herself, and once again overcome by fatigue, she slipped into dreams and darkness.

When she awoke she found herself within a small boat, in the sea, near the dragon blooded. She nursed his wounds until he awoke as best as she could with rags found on board the simple boat.. Horrified, he insolently refused anything he gave her, tore her bandages from his body and spat on her. He refused her food and water. He couldn't walk and he began to starve. She couldn't gain his trust and didn't want to force him, or hurt him, so she kept her distance.

The winds took her easterly, though a storm struck and lighting and waves ravaged their vessel. She could barely keep adrift herself, but made sure the Dragon blood was secured safely on a piece of floating wood on his own, though he fought desperately to try to keep her away, splashing and spitting and clawing at her, welcoming death as his fate...

“Fine, I'll leave.” She said, her voice betraying her hurt over the ragged seas... “But just... give me your name.. That's all I ask.”

The young Dragon blooded paused and looked at her with disdain in his cold, fiery eyes... “Yumoa.” He said darkly, narrowing his flaming eyes...

Unknown to her, he didn't even honor her last request – it was his brother's name who died in the battle instead of him. (Secretly, his real name is Keita). Finally, she let go and managed to climb onto another piece of wood to weather out the storm. Weariness soon claimed her, and she shut her eyes.

When she awoke, she was obviously a little further north east – as the sea was colder, and she was trembling. She was also in the shadow of a sheer rock cliff, and the currents were harsher, throwing themselves and the water at the mercy of the rocks. She couldn't fight it, losing her strength to the currents no matter how hard it pulled and tugged at her.

Soon she was sucked under the waves, her small raft colliding with the rocks above.... Down, down she was pulled and tossed, then darkness as the light was drowned out by the depths. Her lungs were screaming for air, burning and yearning for that uncomfortably cold north air. She couldn't hold her breath any longer and she feared the nothingness around her until she felt herself lifting, perhaps losing consciousness, surfacing just at the right time, taking deep ragged breaths, coughing up a bit of cold sea water. Within the pure black surroundings, she couldn't see much until a soft glow caught her attention somewhere in the vastness of the caves. Around her feet she could feel the squirming slimy scales of something too shy to rear its ugly head, so she could only swim faster, away from the fear of the dark around her. The glow became closer, more defined... Hundreds of them begin to line the walls, flicker with an unfelt breeze.. candles.. all around her... then voices, perhaps it was the sound of the sea crashing against the rocks far above... but then, the voices separated from the crashing, became their own entity... She breathed in the musty air deeply... Finally, she came to a narrow shore, scattered, littered with candles.

Instinctively, she pushed forward... the thousands of tiny lights around her began to flicker and dance with her presence but never blew out, yet led her through the vast cavern, down, down, forever down, finally to a large door so covered in spider webs and dust, she couldn't tell what it was made of. At first, she was terrified to touch the door, but she felt it was warm, as if someone's hand had been there, warmed a cold metal for her... She pushed some dust and cobwebs aside to reveal its golden splendor. It seemed to vibrate, perhaps purr at her touch with an electric hum... She could hear past it, the voices... singing ever in perfect pitch and harmony.

The hope of finding someone to help her spurred her on. She pushed on the door with all her strength, but the lock held fast.

She frowned as she looked at the lock,blowing the dust off to reveal a puzzle – it was a scrambled picture, but of what? Or who?

Somehow, it looked so familiar, and she felt like she had done this before. She left her deja vu to direct her fingertips, leaving her rational brain out of the equation for a moment as she figured it out in no time flat – it was a complex, ornate sun, though each piece of the puzzle looked the same and it appeared as if you didn't already know the answer to it, you wouldn't be able to figure it out. What a funny piece of art.

With a click it opened and let her enter, and shut after her... The room was alight with a row of flames, and the singing just got louder – by now she could tell it was in a language she knew from the past, knew the words but could not know them. She pressed further on into the darkness.. it was a maze, her way lit by the flames...

Within the vast maze, she found many marvels – but no people – including a kitchen of sorts with a pantry that would give her anything (foodwise) her heart desired and a fresh set of clothing that seemed heavy at first, but then as she grew accustomed to it, it became lighter and lighter. When she was fully attuned did she find out its true powers.

But, still the source of the song eluded her, until it led her down more winding stairways, until the space opened up, revealing a large stage surrounded by thousands of benches – here she found the singing at its strongest – nothing more than a normal singing choir. The entire place was designed to carry sound, she finally realized as she followed it to the glass podium in the middle of the stage, where two golden fans glittered with a light all of their own. The voices were singing from the fan. She reached out to touch them... As her fingertips touched them, caressed them, attuned to their fine filigreed golden panels, the song finally drew to a close.

She found many other things, but she dared not disturb them, nor did she delve further into the manse, save to clear off some cobwebs and dust to look at the murals on the wall, telling the story of the First Age, and how Creation came to be – she studied these diligently, placing them into her memory with certain care.

It seemed like days before she found her way out, and eventually to a small town where she began to hitch a ride back down South towards her homeland, paying for everything with her new found fortune. Yet, having all this money she didn't stop doing what she loved to do best – sing and dance. Nothing was stopping her now, and now she could afford to be picky about the places she played.

With a bright future ahead, she stumbled upon the city known as Durgen..

Sometimes people annoy me. Today was one of those days. Most of the people that walk into the doors of TS are idiots. Some are great and walk away with amazing tattoos, but others are morons. You know who the fuck you are.

I don't know what your problem is where you think that just because you want a tattoo right that minute, that we should just drop everything we're doing, decide what you want, draw something up for you on a whim with no input from you, blow off our appointments to get you in for this mystery tattoo, be able to do a nice tattoo on you no matter how much you jump around regardless of how many times we tell you to stop, then you get an attitude with us because we're the first people to actually tell you that you're doing something wrong by moving around as much as you are, then you don't even give me the respect to follow my aftercare instructions because your fucknut of a boyfriend told you not to because his buddy who does it out of his shitty ass roach infested apartment knows how to take care of tattoos.

We want to do the best tattoo we can, but it takes 2 to get it to look good. We do the tattooing part, but you have to do the part about actually thinking about what you want first of all, and sitting the fuck still. If you can't do your parts, then it tells me that you don't give a shit, and if you don't give a shit, why the fuck should I?

Unfortunately, we have to give a shit because if that tattoo comes out all fucked up, you're not actually going to admit to your friends that you moved around like you were in the back of a pickup truck traveling at high speeds through the woods. Hell no, you're just going to say that the guy at the Twisted Sixs fucked it all up.

So because of these people, I've decided to put up a somewhat sarcastic but partially true list of rules of conduct if you're interested in getting tattooed by me:

1. Make sure you have eaten within 4 hours prior to your tattoo. I (personally) would not tattoo you on an empty stomach.

2. Do NOT consume any alcoholic beverages within the same day prior to getting your tattoo. We will not tattoo you if I smell alcohol on you. The same goes for narcotics.

3. Dress appropriately for your tattoo. You cannot tattoo through clothing, and many times it gets in the way if it's too close to the tattoo.

4. Please be realistic on your expectations of a tattoo. You cannot do a quality tattoo on a client that moves excessively, is extremely sensitive to the touch, or is overly nervous.

5. You must be at least 18 years of age to receive a tattoo from us. Have your ID. This also means you have to behave like a grownup when getting tattooed by us. You will be allowed to have 1 person join you for the procedure to keep you company, and that is all. You don't need an entourage, and the one companion doesn't need to hold your hand. This is not the time to be a Drama Queen, so don't act like one. The better you behave yourself, the better the experience is going to be for you.

6. All cell phones must be turned off during the procedure, including anyone accompanying you.

7. No food is allowed in the tattoo area, but a contained drink with a cap is.

8. Do not bring your children in the shop, and do not leave them in the car. If you have children, you need to get a babysitter during your tattoo.

9. If you do not speak English, bring a translator. We only speak English. (Save for Zeus who speaks some Spanish)

10. If you don't know what you want tattooed, you're not ready for a tattoo. It's not my (or any other artist's job) job to decide what you should get tattooed. If you can't even do the preliminary thinking part about getting tattooed, you're not ready to get a tattoo.

11. Think about what you're getting tattooed. They are permanent, and therefore should be thought about thoroughly. Don't get tattoos of images just because other people have done it. Do a little bit of thinking first.

12. Please keep in mind, not only have I seen Miami Ink, but I get asked several times a day if I have. It isn't necessary to ask me if I've seen it. And just because you watch it, doesn't mean you know everything about tattooing, please let us do our job.

13. Please stop asking to get tattoos of other peoples' tattoos. We won't do it in respect to both the artist and the client wearing the original. This also applies to pictures in my portfolio. Those tattoos already belong to someone.

14. Please follow your aftercare procedure accurately. If you lose your aftercare sheet given to you, you need to come back and get another one. Do NOT ask your friends or anyone else how to take care of your tattoo.

15. If you are sick, re-schedule your appointment. I don't want to bring your germs and other crap home to my family making them suffer because of your lack of common sense selfishness, or lack of respect for others.

16. Do not sit at the god damned drawing table unless you are an artist. We have a very comfortable couch and a bench for guests to the tattoo shop. It's our job to be there, not yours. When we ask you to move, do not cop an attitude.

17. No, we will not tattoo a 14 year old, 16 year old, 17 year old even with parental consent. It is illegal. Get over it. Do not cop an attitude.

18. Yes, we have snakes. Read a god damned biology book, they have to eat. We feed them rats. Stop acting like it's horrible. You eat hamburgers don't you? Stop balling your eyes out like it's some sort of fucking sin. Would you rather us let another creature starve to death? Which is less cruel? Grow a fucking spine.

19. I don't care if you're a friend of a tattoo artist - visit for 5, 10 minutes and then get the fuck out, please. It is not a hangout. It is not a club. Take your fucking drama elsewhere. Use the phone, but not the shop phone.

20. While there have been people wanting our logo on their bodies (and there have been artists to do it :P) I will not do it. I will not design it. Stop being a groupie, there are other ways to get into our pants. (Say cash bribes (Tips! We love em!) and awesome original fun tattoo idea we can design for you).

I think that sums about all of my irritations up, I know there are more, part 2 coming soon. :P

So as many of you know, I have finally quit my job after being pushed to it.

About two weeks ago, I got horribly horribly sick. I was coughing up blood. I had bronchitis coupled with a huge infection in my throat and it was horrible. I had a fever. I couldn't think. I got it on Sunday night/Mondayish... which I had Monday and Tuesday off, but I went to work anyway Monday to grab some meds (beauty of working in a Pharmacy).

Wends. I called out sick. Thursday I went in thinking I could tough it out. Which I could have but as a favor to Trent I stayed 2 extra hours until closing. At 6 I asked him if I could have a break to take my meds and rest and he denied it to me, basically to illustrate that he could control my breaks because they are at manager's disgression. I'm like... okay. Whatever. Two hours later, I get my break and I am feeling worse.

Friday is truck day and if anything, it is the compulsory day to get your ass to work because the work load is heavy. And I was sicker. I needed to get to a doctor. I do not have insurance. So, I called in and told them I couldn't come in and Brandi said something to the effect of, "We already knew you were going to call in sick"... what the fuck? I asked if I could pick up my check because I don't have insurance and I need some meds and I need to get to the doctor. And pay my rent. Whoops, 4 days late. She said no. Which is illegal but at that point I was so sick I didn't care.

So! The 5th I HAD to have that check. I came in before I was scheduled to work, and forcibly picked up my check and told them I would be there. Then, after finding out that Saturdays banks do not post money until Monday nights... I realized I was fucked.

They had cost me medical treatment and about 50$ more on my rent. I was pissed. I reported them. Sunday I called in sick. Monday, I actually went in. I found my lab in a HUGE WRECK. I was even more steamed. It took me only 3 hours to  gather the courage to quit. I wrote them all a nasty letter, told them I didn't think that, considering how badly I have been treated, a two weeks notice was a necessary courtosey. And then I clocked out and I left.

I have not been happier. Since I left Eckerd, new doorways have opened I thought I would never have the chance at opening. (I.E. tattoo apprenticeship)

So. I am very, very happy where I am now, even though I need a part time job to do while I study. Speaking of which, it's job hunting time!

Brandi told me yesterday that she would ask him to leave the store. It put me at ease knowing - or thinking - that my bosses cared about me.

Today I had a talk with Trent, and I asked him if he would do the same? Sure. Whatever.

Not any more than 2 hours later, mullet man walks in, takes a drink, and comes to me - not Agnes the cashier - but me. I called Trent and Crystal told me to come to the stock room immediately. I did, stating that Agnes could get him out front. And I asked Trent to ask him to leave.

He fucking refused.

It's not a personal thing with Trent, it's just that I am getting really god damned freaked out by this guy! Even Beth and Keisha are creeped out by him and he hasn't even hit on them. Yet.

So. I asked repeatedly for one of them to do something and finally it came to, "Look I have mace in my purse, and I'm not afraid to use it. Should I just call the cops, get a restraining order? What?" And Trent couldn't give a damn it seems, so to stress the importance of the situation I kinda said, "You realize I could sue Eckerd for not "protecting" me, right?" And it may have sounded like a threat because his response was "Then sue Eckerd." Implying that it wasn't his problem. So... If Mullet man comes in there tomorrow it's up to me to tell him if he comes back, I will phone the cops.

Joy.

I mean, I totally know the difference between harmless flirting (like I have a regular customer and his son come in, and that is harmless flirting - love them both to bits. They always brighten up my day, especially the kid - he's the best) and flat out creepiness! I just feel so VIOLATED. I can't put my finger on it.

Am I over reacting? How the fuck am I going to get rid of this guy? I need help x_____x

"When we last left our heroine she narrowly avoided confrontation with Mullet Man, the 50's-ish Mexican man with the worst.hair.evar by means of pretending to work! (Thanks Chrissy).

But Mullet Man had returned for more...."

Oh yes. Yesterday, he was there twice! And when he struck up conversation with me as I was checking him out (not in the way I do Jose, mind you) he said something to the effect of "Why are you talking to me, you're married." or... "I don't care, you're married."...

Fucking hell. I am going to lose my job because one of these days I'm going to lose it and knock that moustache right off of his face.

okay, so Brandi and trent are going to have to do something about mullet man. I am seriously getting fed up with being harassed by him. seriously.

I have decided I need to invest in some pepper spray or something because it's just getting that scary.

everytime he looks at me I get the creeps as if I am being undressed with his mind. it really, really creeps me out. *shudder*

And... I hate people that are tanning. Seriously, as a general rule I cannot stand it when people sit in a sunning salon or put themselves out under the sun to bake. Embrace the paleness guys! Embrace. If you're dark skinned, you're dark skinned but if you're crypt keeper white like me... who gives a damn? Stop making me feel guilty for being a pasty-assed dork! And I can't used the damned self tanning crap because it turns me orange. Like oompa-loompa freaking orange. fuck that.

In other news, I am still looking for noncreepy people to hang out with.

Which reminds me... Marcus was back today. I haven't heard from him in about a week. (Marcus is the relatively good looking guy, though a bit older with a girlfriend and a kid). He swung by and said hello and gave me a genuine comipliment. I am really flattered, really I am but... then I ran into his girlfriend on the way out of the store carrying his genetic material. I... am totally not going there.

He still wants to go out "as friends" but everyone knows that a man does not want to be "just friends" with a woman. Ever. Unless they are gay. And evidence proves my theory of him being overtly hetero.

Bleh.

Life is a hideous thing, and from the background behind what we know of it peer daemoniacal hints of truth which make it sometimes a thousandfold more hideous.
-H. P. Lovecraft

Note to readers: When wanting to spice up a relationship with saucy pictures, go digital - print them our your own damn self - and KEEP YOUR PHOTO GIRL OUT OF IT. Thank you.

So. Yeah, that pretty much sums up how this week has gone. Saturday I was "out" and I had a great time, and this week has been better but the week before was pure... hell.

Mullet man, I believe is stalking me. Four to five days in a row he asked me for my number or if he could give me mine. I don't believe in leading men on or anything so I kept.telling.him. No thank you, I am married. Did he listen? hell no.

He is now in there every single day for one reason or another and usually talks to me, despite me getting the point across.

And you know, he's kinda creepy. So I have been on edge at work. I even hide from him behind the counter when necessary to avoid talking to him.

But damned if he found me, and I was wearing bunny ears. (yes god damn it, bunny ears!)... and he just had to say something. There was no where I could duck for cover. I looked at him like a deer in the headlights. (yes, a deer with bunny ears on). And then he asked, "Why you got those on?" I wanted to say, "Because I know it will annoy my boss." But instead I said, "It's Easter!" And then I ran for it.

Last night Chrissy helped me evade him (thank you Chrissy!) But he will be back... oh yes. He will.

On a related note, Walmart sells shotguns but no MACE! I have mentioned this in previous entries, but I really, really need to know where to get some. The perverts are marching into Eckerd by the droves.

Oh, I almost forgot - some old guy tried to slap my ass but missed and hit me in the back. That would have been great. I would have laid him out flat. Breaking News: "Old Guy Recieves Beat Down by Bunny Girl".

Another person tried to pinch my cheek, and I kinda gave him a what-the-fuck-do-you-think-you're-doing look, and he hasn't been back.

I have hit that point in consciousness where I'm too tired to be tired. I'm all hopped up on diet Dr.Pepper.
Today was interesting - Jan started his new job and was employed for about a day - lets just say it wasn't what he expected, so he doesn't want to do it. I can understand - I wouldn't do it either.
I stayed late (until almost midnight) at work to help set out Easter. Sometimes I feel like it's just a drop in the bucket of what I should have done but I did my best. I hope when Rodney comes in next time he can actually see a difference - Scott and I are trying extra hard, but sometimes it feels so futile.
It also feels like the more we get done the more we are held back, too. It's exhausting just thinking about the big pile of work we have ahead of us - I wish sometimes we could just gut the place and start from scratch.

Tonight, with Jan and Scott I also got to see how good of an Assistant Manager or Manager I could be -  I am proud of myself and my Eye-Raping-Yellow Easter Isle of DOOOOM!

Eat THAT Invader Zim

Mmmm sleep time before I fall asleep on the keyboarhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....

As I sit here sipping my peach tea (with milk no less, the British have rubbed off on me.. eww!) and nibbling on my pizza bites (hey, I'm still an American aren't I?) I review the events of this past week.

It has been less than boring and I find myself feeling more stressed out over it as well as feeling more isolated. I need a lesbian Scott! :P (I'm kidding. Maybe.)

However... This Saturday will be BIMONGEEKFESTCON (Simpson's joke bastardization - god I need this on a shirt) at Scott's house. There will be actual GEEKS there. Roleplaying. Jan will love it, I'm sure he will die of boredom. At least there is free food for him and free geekiness for me.

Now. On to the events of today.
I have this one customer who always comes in higher than a kite during a hurricane. She came in the morning, viewed her photos and after wishy-washing about which ones she wanted, didn't want, and wanted 5x7's of she finally left. And then, oh god she came back. She mixed up the photos from her negatives and it was hard to sort out becuause she didn't understand I had to charge her once for the 5 pictures she took from the one roll and the 8 from the other seperately because I did process two sets of negatives. Then explain why I couldn't process her lotion covered film for the 5th time (god.. I hope that sticky white stuff was lotion).

Try explaining that to a person so intoxicated that she would make Denton blush!
It gets better - she drives. x___x I can't believe it.
I wonder if the Pharmacy is even supposed to be selling her pills - it's just that bad.

I don't get along well with two of the people I work with but we are hiring! So this leaves hope for someone to come and apply x_X Must be geek! Join uss....