Taste the wilderness...

Goddess how I love my electric blanket! Crank it up on high and let it warm up for half hour before going to bed...it's paradise. I have the heat out here turned up quite high, but I still feel chilled, especially since the computer is right next to the door and the door isn't cealed that well so I can feel a draft..and as you know I'm pretty much on the computer until the end of my awakeness. So as I stumble to bed and strip down, I'm quite cold...then I get into bed and cover myself with that blanket it's like....hot....nice....hot....mmmm. And I don't want to do anything, not even fall asleep for a few minutes as I just lay there and enjoy the sensation of warmth covering my whole body. I think my blanket will be my survival of this winter...or at least I hope.

I woke up feeling just as grumpy as I was the night before...and bascially for the same reason as I was grumpy when I went to bed. It's difficult to stay grumpy about a person though when that person is acting as if there was never a problem and trying to be quite nice to you. And then you start to feel bad that they're noticing your quietness and wondering if there is something the matter. Bah.

These lean cuisine microwave thingies used to be not much of a meal for me, but now I find them very filling. Except wtf is in this chicken parmigiano? There's like a thousand spices in this thing...it tastes like a fucking pine tree. Why can't things taste normal! It's chicken, why can't it taste like chicken. Grrr

The weird thing about work is when I go in while in a good mood I leave in a bad mood, but on days like today when I go in while in a bad mood, I somehow leave in a good mood. First of all there was 50% off all halloween candy so it was quite busy the whole night, which kinda made the time go by faster, which was pleasant in itself. But also I was offered a ride from my fav person, Candace, after my stupid lazy stepfather said he would be too tired to pick me up from work. But also nice customers and some of my fav employees working to give little things to make me smile. I think the best was maybe when A.J. (new curtesy clerk:aka slave boy) and I were having intense conversation on our coffee break and walked out of back room together and he somehow managed to have the motion censored sliding door not sense his body and close on him making him walk smack into it (face first if I might add), and make the funniest look of pain and bewilderment mixed together. He broke the door, which prolly wasn't a good thing, but I found myself on the ground laughing so hard. And it's funny cuz he tries to act all cool and stuff cuz he smokes pot and snowboards and shit like that, but he makes so many mistakes at work and he gets quite embarassed. So as I sat on the ground in tears of laughter from his accident, he turned beat red in the face, looking all shy and stuff, yet trying to act bemused by my amusement of it all.

And that's basically been it for my day, I don't do much y'know...well I've been having a nifty conversation about all sorts of different things with BoLton the whole time I've been typing this out, so I kept losing my trains of thought, but I think I've said enough. My brain is getting ready to die so I think I'll head to bed and maybe read another few chapters of WoT. G'night.

Welcome Christmas, Welcome Shit

Well I guess I'll start this post off with saying that I'm not in a good mood. Oh well...sigh

So we got that huge snow fall last night. I guess we can say it's officially winter now in Calgary. I swear last night the wind was huffing and puffing trying to blow this little shack of a house of mine down. The power kept flickering in the area too, and I was so sure that it would go out all together while I slept and then my alarm wouldn't go off in the morning and I would be late for work. So I stayed up for a while to read more of WoT. We're getting to the beginning adventure now. Quite Fun. But the power never went out and I got up on time. I actually woke 10 minutes before my alarm went off thinking I was late, but I wasn't so it was all good. But then I tried to go into the house for bathroom...

Ugh there was snow everywhere and sooooo cold. I guess there is no more of me walking between shed and house in nothing but my robe anymore. Though I did try that this morning with the addition of my sneakers. Didn't go so well. Cold wind blowing lose snow....up my...robe. Brrr.

So then I was all worried about how I was gonna walk to work cuz I only have my sneakers and my work boots...or my sandals. And just from the walk from shed to house my sneakers had managed to get soaked. I was worried that walking at this hour on the first day of snow in my work boots would be no good because I doubted anyone would have their walkways shoveled, and I'd prolly be up to my knees in snow and I'd get my soaks and pants all wet before the start of my shift. So my mother gave me a ride to work, which ended up being more trouble than what it was worth because all the roads were coated in pure ice. She was going to pick me up from work as well so that we could go straight to the gym.

Work wasn't too bad....for the first half of the day it was completely deserted of customers. Nobody wanted to shop when so hard to get to store. It was relaxing. I was the only girl who wasn't late the whole day, everyone had so much problems getting around. I was on express the whole day, which is my favorite, cuz I serve fast, making the customers get away from me just as fast. It's motivation to work, I swear.

My only rant about safeway today, will be about my hands. My hands get sooo dirty when I'm working at the till. You're touching every form of food, from vegetables to boxes to bloody meat. You're touching the dirtiest thing in existance: money. And you're touching something even dirtier than that: the hands of Bowness Safeway customers. It starts off not bad, but as time goes on, up to the first 2 hours of work, which is when you get your first break, you're hands feel like scuz. It's hard to describe how they feel. Have you ever touched chalk? You know that gritty feeling that you get from touching it, that only water will rid you of? Well it's basically like dipping your hands into a bucket of chalk dust. And there is no water around for you the cleanse yourself with. You can't excuse yourself to go wash your hands either, and what would be the point if you were only to come back and start getting them dirty again. There is a bottle of alcohol disinfectant on the side of each till though...and it doesn't really wash the dirt off, but it's liquid, and I find myself soaking my hands in the spray after each order, desparately trying to get rid of that gritty feeling. It feels nice at first, but it's alcohol so it kinda just dries up and you feel no better than before. The first thing I do when I go on each break is scrub my hands with soapy water for 5 of the simple 15 mins I get. And to make it all worse, when I touch the belt with my gritty hands it just sends a chill up my spine. It is the most horrible feeling ever. It's like poking a dirty rubber band. Which might not be that bad for you, but for me it's like the equivalent of someone scratching something against a black board. I don't know how better to describe it. But anyways, I try to avoid touching the belt as much as possible, but the idiots of custumers always throw their fucking money on the stupid thing. We have built platforms made just for them to count their money and write their checks and do whatever shit they want. But what do they do with that platform? They rest their godzilla purses on the damn thing and throw their money and the belt. Arrrrgh. maybe I can start to wear gloves....
I could say I was allergic to the customers and really shouldn't touch them
heh

Then after work I waited a few minutes figuring that my mother had gotten slowed down from the snowy stormness, but she didn't come and with a phone call I discover that she's decided that it's too bad road conditions for us to drive to gym. So no gym today. And I walk home.

So I start walking home all annoyed that I'm going to be to my knees in snow and I'm gonna get my feet soaked. But the snow really wasn't that high for those who didn't shovel their walkways, and for those who did actually shovel...the bare pavement froze to ice because it didn't have fluffy snow to protect it. So as I discover that walking on the shoveled walkways causes me to fall on my ass, I kept to the unshoveled areas the whole way home. Which wasn't that bad with my work boots, cuz they actually have most grip left to them, so it's like pressing the snow down and crunching it into my boots. It felt like I was getting taller from the build-up of snow under the boots after each block. When I got home my feet were completely dry. So my worries of the morning had been totally the opposite of what I should have been complaining about.

Then the rest of the night went by super fast for some reason, considering I did nothing..and was in a grumpy mood. I thought it would be great to have a very very hot shower and get the chill out of my bones. It worked at first, but then I had to leave the bathroom and go outside to get back out here in the shed. Which only brought the chill right back into me. Stupid stuff.

Then (I wont use names on here, because no real need to) the person I talk to all the time doesnt seem to want to talk to me tonight, and it really bothered me. Makes me feel lonely and that I've done something to offend this person.

Well I guess I'm done for tonight, I think I'm going to maybe read a bit and then get to sleep. Cuz I'm kinda sleepy now, and I think it's from the shower, when you get really cold then get really hot, then cold(walk out of shower into shed), then hot again (it's rather warm here in the shed) you kinda get that sudden sleepiness. So I've had sleepy eyes for this whole post, and it's not even very late....well late for me the insomniac. Which reminds me, I hardly ever sleep much, and since my trip this summer I found myself sleeping so well most nights...but I guess my inability to sleep much is returning....go figure....
Good Night.

Do you think of snakes when you beat the meat...

That's a safeway reference...I'll get to it eventually.

So the gym went well yesterday, I didn't hurt myself and I got through my own routine in about an hour, and I felt good and blah blah blah. I need to get some new headphones though, cuz my old ones kinda got ruined during my summer vacation. And it's not as enjoyable when you go to the gym by yourself, so you have nobody to talk to you, unless you feel like befriending Big Bertha at the station next to you. And I don't think there'll be anyone to talk to for most of my trips there....so I mind as well listen to some music. I can see myself lasting much longer at the stations with some 3 days grace to fuel me with energy (I love you Alex for making that cd for me).

For the last two nights now I havn't been able to sleep that well. I'm not sure why. Lately I've been feeling alot better, not as lonely and whatnot. Prolly because I have more to do now, such as a more relaxing job, and going to the gym. But I can't seem to get to sleep at first. Which also means I've started reading again. Which do I rely on...of course, let's re-read WoT. If I was in that story..I would bitchslap most of the girls, because they are all rude to the bone whores. Why are they sooo mean to the guys? It drives me mad. I like most of the guys, though Perrin kinda bothers me how he lets himself get whipped. And I love the moments when Rand totally cuts off one of the girls, but things like that don't happen often enough in the book. Of course I'm only a few chapters into the first book right now, I'm just recalling this from the other 5 times I've read this series.

Work today was so odd. I hate working the morning shifts, but luckily I didn't actually open the store today. When you open the store, you have to enter through the back, for two reasons. The first reason, the real reason, being that it's before the store is actually open so the main doors arn't open. The second reason, my reasoning of course, being that there is such a huge lineup of hostile old people waiting for the store to open, that if you tried to enter through the main doors, they'd either attack you or sneak in as you entered. Why do they want in so badly you ask? Because of the RtC breads. Each morning the bakery ladies put RtC (Reduced to Clear) stickers on all the breads that are more than a day old so that they'll be sold. You then have 50 loaves of bread that are pricely convienant for the elderly. They'll wait outside the doors up to an hour before the store even opens just so they can get as much bread as possible before anyone else. You can see them when the doors open, rush down different lanes pretending to look at the items on the shelves, then look left and right before taking off in an old run towards the bakery. Old run being how the elderly attempt to move faster, making that little shuffle movement with their slippered feet, getting them about 10 cm closer to their distance with every slow step. And they just grab at the bread. I swear I'm gonna see them get into a bitch fight one of these days. "No, I saw this here arti-loaf before you did". The last day I opened the store, I made the mistake of walking past the entrance on my way to the front. About 5 old men stood there, face-to-glass giving me the most vile and evil glare that a wrinkled old face can conjure. I stopped dead in my stop and actually put my hands up in the air for a second. Was like "Whoah, calm down dudes, I'm not going to steal your bread". Old people gone hostile....craziness.

But today I did not open the store, I started an hour later than that, lucky me. Unfortunately though, today had to be one of the busiest days I've seen since Thanksgiving. I couldn't understand why everyone in Bowness had felt the need to get groceries today. I started making light conversation with some of the people I could actually bear talking with. It turns out, alot of people were worried about the storm tonight. It was forcasted that tonight we'd get the first heavy snowfall for this season. So putting two and two together, I've decided people were apparently worried that they were going to get snowed into their houses overnight and would need the food suply to last them the winter. The most odd of this to me is that in the 6 years I've lived in Calgary, I've never once seen the snow get higher than the step towards our door. It gets damn cold, enough that you wish you were dead, but it really doesn't snow that much. Now back home in Newfoundland you would have to worry about these things. Cuz you would actually get snowed into your house. But not here. It's just people being stupid again.

So we had an oh-so-fun day of busy-ness at work, non-stop customers (kill me), and we were short on slave boys(curtesy clerks). Plus the desk supervisor and myself managed to break the glass on the dvd rack while trying to find a dvd. A dvd got jammed behind the rack and as we pushed it just kinda shattered. I was ok thought it scared the heck out of me, but the girl cut her hands up pretty bad. It wasn't fun. And I didn't feel like cashing after that, but I had to. Oh well.

Now about the title of this post. Have you ever seen the movie Anaconda? Well I certainly hope so, cuz it was a pretty good movie. Anyways, you know the bad guy in that movie? His funky accent and how he's a snake hunter and blah blah blah. Well anyways, the head meat guy in our meat department is named Enio..and he has the same accent as the guy in the movie. I swear they sound so similar it shocks me every time I hear this guy speak. He also makes that clicking sound with his mouth that the guy in the movie always made. They even have the same build safe for my meat guy doens't have that long strangly hair and he is not as muscular as Anaconda Man. I find myself staring at this guy every time we have a break together. I feel bad cuz he prolly wonders why I'm staring at him all the time and I try not to. But I just always think of the movie when he starts to talk, and he likes to talk alot when we're on break. Even if he's not talking to me, I have to look at him, or listen to his voice. And sometimes I find myself wondering if he likes snakes or anything of that sort. Maybe that is why he can stand working in the gross meat department, chopping up and bashing and doing whatever weird stuff they do to the meat. Anyways, just another interesting story of mine about Safeway.

I had more...but elfy wants me to hurry up so we can play dominos. I guess I'll tell you the rest later. Nighty-night.

I hadn't posted since the first time because I had figured that I was going to be switching from blogger to live journal, but that still hasn't happened so I mind as well post some stuff until then. Well I don 't really know how I'm gonna go about making these posts. So far I don't have a structure plan to them, so I guess I'll just wing it with recent updates to my life.

I got promoted at work. I'm now going to be doing file maintenance, though I don't start it until 2 weeks from now, when they can write me off the cashier shedule. Even though for the first bit I believe they will be rotating me between FM and cashiering. FM is basically keeping track of the store spendings, updating the prices of the stock, and if there is absolutely nothing else to do, facing and stocking the shelves. I'll be getting paid more and for the most part FM is done during the after midnight hours. So I'll have to switch my sleeping shedule around a bit, which shouldn't be difficult. The best part is, it gets me away from cashing, and most importantly getting away from the idiots of the store known as the customers. Good timing too because they were beginning to drive me insane and I was beginning to get very rude towards them. Which brings me to my current favorite saying: I'll start acting nicer, if you start acting smarter. It amazes me at how stupid some people can get, and their stupidity seems to grow as the holidays draw nearer.
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Customer: Excuse me, do you have the time?
Me: *look at the giant clock on the wall in front of the customer* It's 3:45
Customer: Oh stupid me, silly that I didn't see that
Me: *smile and wish them a nice day while inwardly agreeing to their last comment
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Customer:Excuse me ma'am, are you open at this till?
Me (scrubbing down the belts for the nightly cleaning): *looks at the sign at the front of the till that reads:Checkstand Closed Please Use Next One* No sir, I am not *continue scrubbing belt and hope he leaves me alone*
Customer: Oh.......I see *wanders off looking totally lost, as if he didn't notice the other 4 checkstands that were open*
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Customer: Excuse me, do you work here?
Me (stocking shelves because it's not busy enough for me to have my till open):*looks down at my uniform composed of black sexy pants and white shirt with giant red S on both sleeves and chest*
My Thoughts: No I don't work at SAFEWAY, I'm part of an elite SUPERMAN pose! Why am I at SAFEWAY stocking shelves? I was pretending to work here so I could catch idiots like and rid the world of stupidity. Now prepare to die!
Me: *smile sweetly* why yes I do, how can I help you today?
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There are many more stories, but I suppose I can save them for later. I just don't get how they become so blind to the simple things when they enter a grocery store. All in all, I think it's a good thing that I got this promotion. I wouldn't want to be fired for having slapped a customer.

I joined a gym with my mother. We're going to try to go 3 times a week, depending on how our shedules mix together. Which wont be as difficult now with my promotion. If I'm working night crew, I don't have to worry about working when my mother has time to go. I've gone twice so far, and I'm about to go for my third time in a few hours. I can't really say how it is so far. I like the program I signed up for and it's supposed to be a great way to shape your body. After my first day I think muscles that I wasn't too familiar with previously made themselves quite known to me by screaming: Oh You B*tch, Why Did You Do That To Us! and proceeded to make my movement in the legs and chest area a living hell for the following two days. They seemed more content after the second day there, as they did not give me any problems. Though I did manage to trip on that thing that is a mix between a tredmil and a bike, and went down with the machine squishing my leg. And now I have pains in other areas on my legs from bruises from the impact of the fall and a gash on the back of one leg coming from the squishing motion of the machine. I'll have to inform you tomorrow of the experience of the third trip.

Finally beat Diablo II, after a month or so of playing a bit ever few days. I think it may take me some time to get used to these graphical evil monster attacking you games, because pretty much every night I played it I would have a nightmare about it. Diablo himself really resembled the children's favorite purple dinosaur--well if you gave him a handful of drugs that I wont name. Perhaps he wasn't making enough money with the entertaining business. Children were growing bored with him or something of the sort that would force him to turn to another career. Such as Lord of Terror. My lovely sorceress beat his ass with some lovely blizzard spells. She is now known as Dame Juele, thank you very much. And I couldn't have done it without the help of my necromancer friend, now known as Sir Regan. What a battle! And now supposedly I have to try the game again at higher ranked levels such as nightmare mode. Oh Goodie.

Ok since this is my first post, I suppose I will just tell about myself.

Location: I am currently living in Calgary, Alberta though I was raised in Newfoundland. I've seen all of Canada many times, and I've become rather bored with it, and I quite enjoy traveling (especially when it is to visit friends). I plan to move to the US, and soon I hope. Within Calgary, I can be found in an older part of the city known as Bowness. This is also where you can find the drunker and more hobo-ish type people. Not exactly the type of place you go walking around at night.

Occupation: I've decided to take this year off to simply work. And from there I find myself working at Safeway, as a cashier, enduring the suffering of having to deal with the idiots of Bowness. I don't mind the job, but I hate the people.

Hobbies: I enjoy art. Mainly I like to draw, but I also love to look at things that have nicely blended colors. Colors are wonderful to me. I swear every time I pass by the crayon section of a store, I can't leave without buying a new box of crayons, pastels or markers. My other main hobby is computers. I am a computer geek. I like to mud, and when people are willing to teach me, I am willing to learn to code. I also find myself playing addictive games on pogo or np. And after a small (very small) bit of convincing I bought Diablo II which I have almost beaten with the help of one of my NY buds. Also, I like to go to bars and clubs, to dance and drink. Havn't done so much lately though. Seems like I mostly did that before I was of legal age.

My Name: Well my real name is Stacy, but as a penname, I have called myself Juele for the last 6 years or so. This is the name i sign all my artwork with, all my writings with, and the name I use on most of my accounts for muds and other internet sites. I've made so many friends over the net during this time and I've gained many nicknames from them. The most common being Juele/Jules/Jewel, Bunny---which turned into Bunneh(the canadian bunny)/The Easter Bunneh/Playboy Bunneh/Bunneh Boobs (don't ask), and Prophetess. One of my NY buds, Grey, was the creator of Bunneh, and I give him full credit.

Well I didn't want to make this first post very long, so I guess I will end it here.