September 3, 2008
Frustrated
I'm feeling more than a little pissed off right now at my old job. My last paycheck arrived there on 14 August, a day after Ryan and I left Jersey. I had given Erin my new address and told him to make sure that it was placed inside of an envelope instead of just the standard "tear here" folded monstrosity that our checks arrive as.
Ryan and I got back to LA on the 19th.
By the 26th, my check still hadn't arrived. So I called Erin and he discovers it in the safe, with my address here written on a sticky note. Mind you, I asked him personally to mail it, because I thought of anyone he was the most trustworthy.
It's now 3 September, and I still don't have a check. I call up again, Erin checks around and says he doesn't see the check anywhere. Now, when I'd called last week he said he would get it out into the mail himself.
Wrong.
Today he tells me that the stamp machine is gone, so they had no way to mail it. Rosanne said that she had to mail out some things, so she took it. And from there... who freaking knows. At this point, I'm absolutely furious. I was dead silent on the phone with Erin, because I am just pissed as all fuck. I told him to call me when he found out from Rosanne whether or not she actually mailed it--and when! I told him otherwise, they need to overnight me a new check, because I'm dead broke and need that money. Like, desperately.
Grr!
Filed into Annoyances at 6:30 PM
July 12, 2008
Inventory Inbound
So, Thursday night Justin decided that we were going to focus on Lady Vashj. We poked at groups, lost people who'd signed up (namely Mike because WoW crashed and corrupted, so he had to repair it, and Sharon who had to go back to work to reboot a server), and then through ourselves at the naga wench for 3 hours.
On our last attempt of the night, she died. I'm now 4T5, to my utter joy. Which meant regemming up some and running off to the Caverns of Time for the defense glyph again, but hey. It was worth it. Though, I lost Coy's awesome barrage of horns. Malorne helm is awesome, the Nordrassil circlet less so.
Friday was less than spectular. I felt like ass all morning and it continued to get worse as the day progressed. Mike brought me home at lunchtime, and I slept until like 4:30. Sleeping helped, though my stomach did remain a bit uneasy throughout the evening. I did go to Zul'Aman on my mage though, because they needed CC. Didn't get anything other than a few Badges, and a nasty repair bill, but it was an interesting run nonetheless. I did get to see a new tank, and she's pretty damned good. Would be nice if she could get her TS issue fixed though, because the in-game voice com is atrocious.
Today Mike and I went to see Hancock. I cannot say I was entirely disappointed, but I will say that the story did make me annoyed. As did the faces they had Will Smith making. Okay, the dude doesn't smile, but what the fuck were those faces?! Ugh.
Anyway, got inventory tomorrow night with a follow-up pull night on Monday. On the bright side, Ken will be there tomorrow. Yay! Hopefully he'll be back soon as GM, when Luke leaves. *crosses fingers*
Filed into The Day to Day at 6:22 PM
June 25, 2008
Grim Camping 2008
God, I love our camping trips!
Earlier this year we'd talked to Justin and considered doing a pre-camping trip to AC. Well, when he started looking for tickets they were all outrageously priced. After much back and forth, we decided to cancel AC and simply go to Sharon's a day or two early; at which time he looked for tickets into Philly (much to MIke's sadness).
Justin was supposed to fly in on Tuesday the 17th. Monday night, Mike left him a PM on the guild site about calling us if his flight was delayed. Good thing he did, because Justin mistakenly thought he was flying in on Wednesday. Adding to that, he had an important meeting to attend Wednesday morning. So, we shuffle things around; he gets his flight changed to Wednesday, we talk to Sharon and tell her to hold off on dinner until the next night.
On Wednesday we pick up Justin and make the long haul out to Sharon's. She made us dinner, we watched a movie, life was awesome. Thursday we had breakfast and were about to get ready to pack up the trucks when her phone rings. It's Joe, stating he's got transmission problems. Again. Same excuse as last year! After much shit talking, we jump in the trucks and head out to the campgrounds.
When we arrived, we found out that there were already two people there--Mike and Morgan. Well, we knew Mike was one (lady at the desk simply said British accent and we knew), but Morgan didn't actually sign for his pass, so we didn't know until we'd driven to the site. We didn't get the same sites as last year, but close. We were actually one over from before. The depressing thing is that a trailer was sitting on our old campsite. It was actually said by a few people that they wonder if next year these sites will have campers too? I don't get it. Why fill your 'primitive' campgrounds with trailers? Boggles the mind.
We got the two community tents set up and started getting our tents up. Not sure when they groups started trickling in, but by the end of the night Ron and Tara had shown up, Mark, Tawny and then Chris and our other Mark. Yes, two Mikes and two Marks. Small world.
Friday had been designated horseback riding day. Neither Mike or I went this year, which was more than fine with me. That night was also dedicated to getting absolutely drunk. Whooo, man! Poor Boris and his wife Michelle showed up while we were in the middle of getting hammered. So not only did she have to deal with a bunch of strange people she didn't know but drunkards to boot! We even got Sharon drinking, which was fun. Well, from what I can recall. Ron and I got talking about music, so I grabbed my iPod (no headphones, booo!) and was showing him my godly amount of music. Very fun.
Saturday we went rafting. I hadn't been intending to go at first, but it sounded like so much fun that I finally agreed; Mike stayed at the campsite. We had four boats: Sharon, Mark, Mike and I; Justin, Chris and Tara; Ron, Morgan, Boris and Michelle; then Chris and Tawny. The river took us like 3-4 hours, which was tremendously fun. The weather was gorgeous, and there'd been enough rain that we only had to walk in like three spots. At one point, Justin launched himself out of his boat, hitting Sharon and throwing them both into the water. It had gotten to the point where almost everyone had hit the water except Ron (and I, they were being kind with my "I cannot swim!"). We decided that Ron was going in, no matter what. After getting the boats close, Mike leaned over and grabbed Ron by his vest and pulled... and pulled... and pulled! Everyone on Ron's boat was holding onto him, Mike finally had to get down in the water to finally get Ron out. Mike gets back in our boat and all is good, until I glance over and yell for Sharon to move--Ron was sneaking up behind her to pull her in!
We had dinner in town and brought back food for Mike. As we're pulling back into the site, we see someone else beside him. Joe showed up! Apparently it was an electrical issue that he was able to get fixed.
Sunday was paintball, which was so much fun. Tiring, but fun. Mike and Ron hurt themselves, which takes away some of the fun.
Almost everyone went caving on Monday, except Mike and Ron (both injured), Joe, Mark and I. Mark stayed at the campsite, while the four of us used Sharon's GPS to find the closest movie theater to watch The Hulk. Mike bought be a 'Baby Coy', small plush bear. He's absolutely adorable and sitting on my desk. (Scared the cat once, by dancing him toward her and saying, "Nomnomnom"; she nearly fell off the desk.)
Tuesday morning we broke camp. It was kind of sad, just because we'd all been having so much fun.
I miss camping so much. /pout
Filed into The Day to Day at 12:34 AM
May 27, 2008
Hilarity
Last night half of the house was playing Asshole (a variation of President, with much drinking involved). They started around 8:30 and went until about 12:45, which meant that people were ripped. Even Mike was drinking! Apparently someone found a mixed vodka drink that has green tea in it. I couldn't really taste the vodka, and I'm not a fan of green tea, but Mike was really enjoying them.
So the game breaks up close to 1am. Mike and I go to bed, all is good.
Around 5am, something wakes me up. I'm not positive as to what it was, though I've an idea. It takes a few minutes to settle in before I'm like, "Whoa." I rolled onto my back and discover that I'm between Mike... and Fig. I think it was when I put my hand on Fig's leg that woke me up--he was laying upside down in the bed. I couldn't go back to sleep, I tried. Finally I started poking Mike until he woke up. Then I asked him, "What is laying next to me?"
He thought it was the cat. Then he kept feeling it and got worried. Worried!! He actually backed up closer to the wall! Wuss. /snicker
When I adjusted, he finally saw that it was Fig. Mike yelled at him to wake up and go to his own room; Fig lifted his head, glanced around and said, "Aw, shit."
We told the story like ten times at work. It was hilarious. And to make it funnier, when we got home and asked Fig about it, he had thought it was all a dream. In fact, he stared at us as we told our tale--and he was just shocked.
I told him he owes me, for life. 1. He let the cat out of the room when he came up (not that it matters now, she's jumping over the barrier). 2. I woke up next to him at 5:30am!! 3. He got sick in the bathroom, and I had to clean it up.
He so owes me.
Filed into The Day to Day at 4:53 PM
April 12, 2008
Tax Refund
So I did our taxes yesterday. I always wait until the last minute; bad me.
Federal returns for both Mike and I are nice and healthy amounts, roughly 920$ for him and 960$ for me. Yum yum! State on the other hand, can suck a fat one. I hate, hate, HATE, NJ tax forms. Four freaking pages, FOUR! 90% of it has to do with gambling. I bet Nevada's aren't bad! If they have them at all... not sure, I know there's no sales tax, but I don't know about income tax. Anyway.
My refund from NJ is about 19$. Mike's? 88 cents. Yes, 88 cents. It amuses us both greatly, because it'll certainly cost more for them to send him that check, then it's worth.
88 cents... ha!
Filed into The Day to Day at 5:27 PM
