I received this comment on my last post: "plz stop time stamping ur blogs!"

Hmm. I'll consider it.

Welllll......

Nope. Sorry.

First of all, the word is PLEASE, not PLZ. Also, the word is YOUR, not UR. Lastly, the first word of a sentence should always be capitalized. Now that this grammar nazi can breathe again....

I wonder if this person spends all of their time on xanga making this request, because tons of people time stamp their posts. Raise your hand if you time stamp!!

I'm all for time stamping, I don't mind it in the least. In fact, it's the only way I can read some posts because I have over 600 friends...so I miss a lot of posts. I actually appreciate time stamping, if I'm being honest with you.

So, no, I will not stop time stamping. If you don't like it, well, that's your problem.

OMFG, I almost died laughing!!!!!

Someone did a Google search for "I screwed my boss should I worry" and found my post called "On Being Fucked in the Ass," in which I talked about the company I work for that screwed me over last week. I just found that hilarious, so I HAD to write a short post about it!!!!

Of course, that poor person that fucked their boss....they should read the company policy on romance between coworkers....haha.

BTW....my post is on the first page of Google for that particular search, lmao.

A while back, I had been counting down to my 1,000th post, but I got super busy at work and I lost track. I just checked, and I have 983 posts, this one is number 984. That's A LOT of posts!! I've been here for a little less than 6 1/2 years.

I plan on doing a massive post, but the plan is.....I don't know. I'm asking for topics....what should my 1,000th post consist of??? What would YOU like to see in that post? This is, after all, for Xanga, so I think my fellow friends and readers should have input on such an important post.

Give me your ideas!!!!!

This post is inspired by Manstration's post "What is an Andy Warhol?"

I've said this a few times, but I'll say it again: Art, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.

Great art should be something that takes your breath away.

It should change your life.

It should shatter your heart. It should make you whole again.

Art is something that you connect with on a personal level, so what is art to you, isn't art to your best friend or your lover. Art can come in different ways: paintings, sculptures, poetry and literature, music.

Photography is my favorite form of art. I love taking photos, but I also appreciate it. Specifically, black and white photography is my favorite. Don't get me wrong, I love color too.

Color can be stunning.

Color can be breathtaking.

Black and white is my favorite because it removes the color.

It forces you to look past the obvious beauty, and see what's really going on.

With B&W photography, you have to know your focus.

You have to know and understand what you want people to see.

It's simple in its beauty.

Elegant.

Nothing is truly black and white.

There are shades of gray.

B&W is the original form.

It shows a world nearly forgotten in the realm of photography.

The streets nearly deserted.

Hallways empty.

B&W is truth.

It's the most basic form of life.

Supposedly, Beethovan composed this piece for a student of his, that he was in love with. It's about how the moonlight shines upon a specific lake.

Although this is one of my most favorite classical songs, I find it quite haunting. I don't find it romantic. It sounds sad. Maybe because he loved her, but couldn't be with her.

I'm working on a Xanga project...shhh...top secret! But anyway, this project I'm working on required me to go through my friends list and pick out some names, and I realized that I never see posts from most of these people that are my "friends." I wonder if they post at all....or do they post when I'm not online and they don't timestamp so I never see it?

I don't know, but it makes me sad. I don't want to miss these posts. Maybe later I will go through everyone again and visit people I haven't seen in awhile. I wonder if the new private page will help prevent missing posts in some way.... I don't know.

I hope everyone is well and having a good day!

(I'm still sick D:)

Maybe you could call my reading an obsession. Oftentimes, when I start reading a book, I barely put it down to do anything else. I rarely eat or drink anything. I stop to go to the bathroom, but I don't look at the time.

Recently, I've gotten really interested in teen fiction. I suppose you could say the Twilight series kicked it off. Since then, I browse the "Teen" or "Young Adult" section in the bookstore. These are some of the books I've read:

(Haven't read Ink Exchange yet)

(Haven't read the following books yet)

(The House of Night series...I think I've read the first 5...these books are scattered around in boxes so it's hard to know)

(Haven't read the last book yet..City of Glass)

(Haven't read the third book yet)

(Haven't read the fourth book yet...Van Alen Legacy)

(Haven't read the third collection yet)

(Haven't read the following books yet)

These are the books that I'm currently excited about: the Vampire Academy series. I read the first book earlier this week, I read Frostbite yesterday, and today I read Shadow Kiss. I will soon start reading Blood Promise.

What gets me excited about teen books is that they are actually starting to read for pleasure! If you've paid attention at all, you should have noticed the boom in the last couple of years in this industry. Bookstores have expanded these sections and made them appealing for teens. After all, teens have the most expendable income of anyone else. The part time jobs after school...they generally spend that money. It only makes me realize that these are the kinds of books I should be writing, because this business is really growing right now.

A while ago, I started writing a book that was directed at the teen audience. It's about the fae world, and I think it's a great idea. The recent events I've been through at my job have only strengthened my convictions in my writing and what I want with my life. I don't want to work at this place forever. So at this time, I'm reading the books that are currently on the market for this audience. I'm looking at writing styles and the language used. I'll also start writing that book again....so wish me luck!!

Did someone read my post from yesterday and decide to hit me with a spell? Instead of being constipated, I've felt the opposite today! TMI, but I've been gaseous and everything all day.

I called into work today because my throat and everything hurts. I felt like crap all day and went to urgent care this afternoon. Of course, the throat culture came out negative for strep...I always have viral infections. The little hangy thing at the back of my throat is really swollen...what I don't understand is why every time I get this viral infection in my throat...why it makes me lose my voice.... ? I haven't had this since last year sometime anyway, so it's not like I get sick all the time. I haven't called into work since October, when I had the flu.

Nothing interesting to say at the moment....except to thank everyone for all the well wishes with my job and everything. =]

Literally.

I need some laxatives, because I haven't had a proper shit in like 3 days.

In other news, I'm pretty sure I'm being lied to left and right about my job. Yesterday they told me I was going to be doing a certain job, then today I come in and I'm told that I will be doing something completely different.

My boss's boss's boss was here from IL for an all-employee meeting, and I told him that I felt I was being treated unfairly. He said he would look into it. So I don't know. Maybe something will come of it.

I do know this...I can't continue doing the job they have me doing. I have to stand all day long and I have a bad back. I can't do this. If I have to, I will go to the doctor and get put on restrictions. I've had a bad back my whole life. Plus, I have a blister on my foot that's half an inch across.

Ugh.

That doesn't mean what you think it does.

So anyone who's known me for awhile knows that for the last 3 months, I haven't been around much. I was working really long hours and working Saturdays because there was so much work to do. I worked about 54-60 hours a week every week since the beginning of January.

I work for a contract company, and we have 2 facilities. In one, we are actually in our customer's facility, which is where I work. The other one we lease from another company for warehouse space. So anyway, I was working my ass off for weeks. I was the only person who does what I do. I had to clean up all the old work from the people I took over for.

A few weeks ago, the customer decided that I needed help and got me a temp to help. Well, she wasn't very good and made all kinds of mistakes, which I had to fix. I kept complaining about her, but nothing was done about it.

This morning I had a meeting with the "big boss" from my company and my supervisor. I was told that I was being moved into the other facility and that I would be taking on a different role, and the temp would take over my position. The role I was taking on, it didn't make any sense whatsoever for me to be at the other facility. She then told me that the reason I was being moved was because the customer has the right according to the contract that they can request an employee be removed. Their reasoning was that I was holding up the process and that I talked too much and something else. For one thing, I didn't hold up the process. I informed them of the holes in their process so that there wouldn't be issues later on and people were like oh, this is a problem.

Maybe I should say here that a couple of weeks ago they had this guy start working on the process to improve it for velocity. This is where this is coming from, everything about the process. I didn't take it well. I tried so hard not to cry. I'm a dedicated employee is really good at their job and I don't deserve this. Well, I cried for half the day. I should have said to my boss "well now I know how it feels to get fucked in the ass."

So I cleaned out my desk. It felt like getting fired.

It didn't occur to me to feel used, like a cheap suit, until I left work today. It made me want to cry all over again. Why the hell did I work SO FUCKING HARD? I worked 13 hours one day last week, trying to get this shit cleaned up and done. The asshole used me to get all the leg work done, and now he's done with me. Little does he know that his process isn't going to work, and that his temp isn't going to cut it.

And I will laugh through my tears.

Edit:

Also, pretty much everyone knows and appreciates the hard work that I do everyday. No one can believe that I'm going to the other facility and they don't agree with it. :/