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Alot of weird things have gone down in the past few days. Not only did I meet some really cool people who are also Canadian *high fives new Canadian pals, Des and Mel* but just... stuff went down. Lots of it. Good and bad.

First of all, I've been stalking my mailbox like whoa waiting for those BEAUTIFUL boxes that *Milkycat made and sold to me (I have a box fetish... it's weird. I love fancy boxes, so when I saw she was selling them, I insta noted ) three in total. A love one, a friend one, and a Naruto one. But lo, it still has not come. I was impressed, happy even that =DejiChu got her package ON HER BIRTHDAY, which made me all warm, knowing that she liked the stuff I got her. I'm still waiting to hear from *AshiAshi if she got hers, and she has to open it while I'm on skype with her.

So, for those who watch me that DON'T KNOW (most of you do, cause I was excited dammit XD; ), I VA'd for *Unknown-person again and, dammit, I loved it. Voice Acting Steffi was way beyond fun, and though if I could, I'd change some parts that I did, I'm overall happy with how I performed this time, rather than how I performed as the Washer Woman before. Muuuuuur! I'm all attached to Steffi now. So much that I SHRIEKED when Karl threw the Kiwibot upon my first time watching. Heh. I had the script and I still didn't know how it ended. I only knew up to my last line... which was 'YOU MONSTER' "GRRRRRR'. ;o; I only hope that I did okay for Steffi's creator, *ShikakuSuika D8; I really don't want to have protrayed her character wrong. But she seemed happy about it in the comment she left on the animation, so yey?

Anyways, the animation is here!

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Work.

Yesterday was hell.

I came in and found out I have another week with only three shifts. Honestly... I'm supposed to be full time. I'm BARLY getting part time hours now. With my student loan payments starting in November and a craptastic car to pay off, I'm grinding my teeth at the thought of emptying my bank account. I currently have enough to last me about three months with all my payments, which is a good thing. I grit my teeth, because last week I had my review with my supervisor. I scored and 86/100, and hte highest she ever gave was a 92, so I did pretty effing good. I also scored higher than anybody else EVER from my supervisor in customer service. She's never given out a higher score than me, which made me feel proud.

But anyways, I told her that I was worried about my hours because of how my hours are suddenly dropping drastically, and she said that it's supposed to get better. Well, why do I only have 22 hours next week? Minus my breaks?

So I decided that if I get short shifted one more time, I'll be approaching my supervisor and telling her that I am looking for a new job.

The day never got any better after that. I had to work with the useless supervisor that drives me mad... no... not me. Everyone. And seriously, she IS useless. I have this thing where I don't like people touching me. I'm very self-concious about myself and if people get in my bubble, I get tense. Unless I like the person. If I'm super comfortable or good friends with someone, then I don't care.

What's she do? She comes up behind me, puts her hands on my shoulders, and goes. "Tag Dear. You're going to bake for me tonight, right?" I INSTANTLY tensed. I mean, EW. She's an OLD WOMAN. EW EW EW. And it doesn't look or sound right. At ALL. So I quickly replied yes, and then she rubs my shoulders. At which point I stopped pouring coffee and went out back. I'm putting in a complaint to my manager. Today she grabbed my shoulders, then put one hand on my hip. It's going too far and I'm not comfortable with it. She does it to everyone else too.

So I go an bake, and by 3:30 she's telling me to shut down the kitchen. That's a BIG no no. We're TECHNICALLY not supposed to shut down the kitchen until 8, but it takes two hours sometimes, and I was off by then. So we usually shut down at 6. So I looked her and told her no. Then she looked at me funny and told me to stop baking stuff. At which point I looked at how bare ours shelves are and again, told her no. Half an hour later, same thing, so I explained to her that we aren't allowed to shut down the kitchen till 6, and that there is a minimum requirement of product that we MUST have on the shelves. And we didn't have it. She said she didn't care cause she didn't want to throw out alot of product, so once more, I objected. I told her that if head office came in and saaw, we'd be dead. Again, she told me how little she cared even though that could mean both of us losing our jobs.

So I ignored her and did it anyways, cause I KNOW what I'm doing. By tthe end of the night, we didn't throw out much. But that wasn't the end of it, oh no.

She growled at me at one point and pointed out stupidly that we had no bread left.

WELL NO DUH. I was out helping her ass cause she can't do anything. Oh, and what was that about NOT BAKING ANYTHING, hmn? Then she took WAY too long of a break and screwed around too much so I couldn't close my kitchen on time. There was ALOT of things she messed up, but she doesn't take note. So I left in a horrible mood last night, and ranted to alot of people while bawling my eyes out of frustration. Eventually I calmed down and felt a bit better, when I met Mel @3@ I stayed up pretty late talking to her and Des on Skype about this, that and everything.

I get up this morning with nothing but sour thoughts in my mind about that THING I had to work with again today, and the fact that my car started having trouble again last night too. But when I got in the car, all was okay. Today at work was busier than yesterday, so I never left the building till about 10pm, and I was supposed to be off at 8. Oh, I mopped her floors and did half of her work yet again. I also had one hell of a time getting smeared gum off the floor that some idiot decided to drop. Littering annoys me, but I think leaving your trash on tables or spitting something like gum on floors is completely disgusting and rude. *strangles next person to spit gum on my floor*

FRIENDLY TAG IS FRIENDLY.

so I come home finally and get to talk to my mother for the first time in two days and tell her about how the VA went with UP.

She seriously wants me to be a professional

Which is totally strange, and TOTALLY AWESOME at the same time! Cause I WANT to be a VA too! I thought maybe she would think it was a silly thought, but she's even letting me invest in better equipment and going to let me work towards being a pro. Ah! It made me so so so SO happy to hear that!

so in which, I totally have to thank you, *Unknown-person. I know I approached you first, but you opened the doorway to this opportunity and gave me a chance to do something I really like, and can get better at. My voice is my pride and joy, without it, I'd rather die. Using it artistically makes me very happy, and it was the opportunity you gave to me that made me realise just how much I LIKED this, and opened a new door to my future when another one just closed. Thank you, Thank you, THANK YOU.





On another note: I have a four day weekend.

Guess what that means...

:iconFobiddenLegacies: updates... oh yes. Expect a couple of pages. (A COUPLE MEANING AT LEAST TWO, cause I wanna do some other art too.)