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Feb. 16th, 2006 07:19 pm
I am fucking tired. And my knees hurt.
I have a job interview over at Mandalay Bay tomorrow - non-gaming audit. Rob's already whining about the possibility of me changing jobs, says I still like my co-workers & it's not a 'bad' job, per se, and moving into non-gaming might mean I'd be stuck in a little room all day with people I can't stand. I try to tell him what it's like, how much I hate my job, how I can barely stand putting on the uniform, how my skin crawls, how night after night I just want to lay my head on my desk and sob... how I can't even get away from my job in my sleep because my subconscious replays my day in my dreams. I think I may just be one of those people who needs to switch jobs often. I think I've just plain been at the Excalibur too long. Moving to Mandalay Bay might not be better, but it would be different. There's still a lot of chances that I won't get the job - I expect to NOT get it more than I expect to get it. And that's ok too.
Filed taxes the other day, actually had to break down & go to H & R Block because of the whole tuition/loan thingie. I guess they don't count the loan as income because I have to pay it back. We paid the extra hundred bucks for the rapid refund. It's always nice to have $2k in hand. Can't do anything with it because, well, we need a new car. It's already starting to overheat if we're out during the day. No a/c, no heater... it sounds like a creaky ship when Rob cranks it past 50mph. It makes ghostly 'hooooo'ing noises when it's low on gas & we go around a corner.
Let's see... Got Clive Barker's art book, 'Visions of Heaven & Hell'. Mostly work from his Abarat books, intermixed with a lot of ink splotches & phalli. It's primitive stuff, but full of color and movement. Read Stephen King's 'Cell' yesterday. It was ok, too - just a good, ol' fashioned zombie story. Telepathic zombies. Now I'm working on Miranda & Stephen Aldhouse-Green's 'The Quest for the Shaman'. Sometimes I think archaeologists read too much into things. There's this whole debate over a petroglyph from the Iberian peninsula about feetprints painted on a cave wall. Some are obviously where a barefooted person stepped in paint & stuck their foot on the wall... others are where paint was blown over the foot. The big debate is over images of shoed feet (or probably sandaled or mocassined feet) that have a horizontal line separating the heel from the rest of the foot. All these archaeologists say it may indicate someone who was hobbled or deformed & therefore considered a person of power. When I look at this rock painting, it makes me think of the painted dance steps on the floors of Arthur Miller Dance School or something. It looks like a stylized shoe print. And another thing was carved with the 'head of an elk' according to the archaeologists. Rob saw a giraffe, I saw a horse. It's clearly a horse head. One of the takhi horses with the high, stiff manes. Wonder what that would do to all the archaeologists' symbology of the area if one of those Neolithic people came along & said, "It's a horse."
Wargh. Formatted my computer the other day & now I'm downloading 184MB worth of WoW. But my monster does seem to be running better since I gave it the almighty digital enema.
Got to mention K. T. Tunstall. I'm so in love with her!
I have a job interview over at Mandalay Bay tomorrow - non-gaming audit. Rob's already whining about the possibility of me changing jobs, says I still like my co-workers & it's not a 'bad' job, per se, and moving into non-gaming might mean I'd be stuck in a little room all day with people I can't stand. I try to tell him what it's like, how much I hate my job, how I can barely stand putting on the uniform, how my skin crawls, how night after night I just want to lay my head on my desk and sob... how I can't even get away from my job in my sleep because my subconscious replays my day in my dreams. I think I may just be one of those people who needs to switch jobs often. I think I've just plain been at the Excalibur too long. Moving to Mandalay Bay might not be better, but it would be different. There's still a lot of chances that I won't get the job - I expect to NOT get it more than I expect to get it. And that's ok too.
Filed taxes the other day, actually had to break down & go to H & R Block because of the whole tuition/loan thingie. I guess they don't count the loan as income because I have to pay it back. We paid the extra hundred bucks for the rapid refund. It's always nice to have $2k in hand. Can't do anything with it because, well, we need a new car. It's already starting to overheat if we're out during the day. No a/c, no heater... it sounds like a creaky ship when Rob cranks it past 50mph. It makes ghostly 'hooooo'ing noises when it's low on gas & we go around a corner.
Let's see... Got Clive Barker's art book, 'Visions of Heaven & Hell'. Mostly work from his Abarat books, intermixed with a lot of ink splotches & phalli. It's primitive stuff, but full of color and movement. Read Stephen King's 'Cell' yesterday. It was ok, too - just a good, ol' fashioned zombie story. Telepathic zombies. Now I'm working on Miranda & Stephen Aldhouse-Green's 'The Quest for the Shaman'. Sometimes I think archaeologists read too much into things. There's this whole debate over a petroglyph from the Iberian peninsula about feetprints painted on a cave wall. Some are obviously where a barefooted person stepped in paint & stuck their foot on the wall... others are where paint was blown over the foot. The big debate is over images of shoed feet (or probably sandaled or mocassined feet) that have a horizontal line separating the heel from the rest of the foot. All these archaeologists say it may indicate someone who was hobbled or deformed & therefore considered a person of power. When I look at this rock painting, it makes me think of the painted dance steps on the floors of Arthur Miller Dance School or something. It looks like a stylized shoe print. And another thing was carved with the 'head of an elk' according to the archaeologists. Rob saw a giraffe, I saw a horse. It's clearly a horse head. One of the takhi horses with the high, stiff manes. Wonder what that would do to all the archaeologists' symbology of the area if one of those Neolithic people came along & said, "It's a horse."
Wargh. Formatted my computer the other day & now I'm downloading 184MB worth of WoW. But my monster does seem to be running better since I gave it the almighty digital enema.
Got to mention K. T. Tunstall. I'm so in love with her!
