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07 December 2009 @ 04:04 pm
The first snowfall of the year.
If there's one thing that the change of seasons reminds me of, it's that there are some things in life that are out of our control. The wind still blows, the rain still falls, the seasons still change. Time marches on. Time passes.
We get older. We live. We learn. We lose some along the way. We remember.

The holiday season is coming all too quickly.
With all the glimmer of lights and rush of buying gifts, don't forget that this is a time for family and friends. Take the time to call up a relative you haven't spoken to in a while. Send out a holiday card. Wish them well. Savour the moments that you have.
Because time marches on. Time passes.
Things happen beyond our control.

Last year, we drove through a blizzard and icy road conditions to get to Wisconsin. My mother warned us not to. She asked us not to risk it. She said the holidays weren't that important. We decided we weren't going to let a little weather ruin our holidays. So we came. On backroads through chill nights where other cars hadn't made it. My cousin couldn't make it. She was sick again, in the hospital. She was released from the hospital on Christmas day. She would be gone in a matter of a few months, but we didn't know it then.

Two years ago. Who'd have thought this is where we'd be? So I'm asking you to take the time to appreciate the family and friends you have. Hold them close. Tell them you love them. You never know what the next year will bring. So make it a time to remember. Mend old wounds. Heal hearts. Miss those who are gone. Celebrate those still here.
Because time marches on. Time passes...
24 November 2009 @ 02:56 pm
I have sold my soul to the devil of cyberspace.
17 November 2009 @ 01:04 pm
It seems that more and more lately, I've become the 'resume expert' for most of the people I know. This comes off as a bit odd for me, as I really haven't had to use my resume for all that much since getting my current job. Still, I'm amazed at some of the very common mistakes that I keep seeing on resume after resume. So, here's some tips from the so-called 'expert'.

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P.S. I am not an 'expert' by any means. The tips offered here are from my own experience. If you don't agree with what I've written, that's fine. I'm just offering this up to help, as the last five resumes (yes, I've had that many people ask me for help) have had the same issues.
Current Mood: hungryhungry
25 October 2009 @ 09:49 pm
Screw you bastard guy from Estonia who sniped my domain name when I had no 'net and no access to that e-mail address. You tried to get money by posting my website from archive.org and I got your sorry arse shut down.
Screw you for holding on to the damn domain for two freaking years.
Screw you Godaddy for auctioning my domain. Making me pay $5.00 to sign up for your damn auction site, and then another $5.00 to purchase my own domain back. And then another $11.00 to renew it.

You know what? Hah. I got my domain back. Two and a half years and a shitload of crap from Godaddy and the moron who sniped it. But it's mine again!

Long live ImmortalTwilight.

P.S. Oh shit... that means I need to re-design my website now. Heh
Current Mood: hornyevil
23 October 2009 @ 08:55 am

Green = My normal train route.
Black = Bridge over the (blue) river.
Red = Tracks out due to de-railment yesterday.
Pink = The route my train took in this morning.

30 minutes late last night.
60 minutes late this morning.
All the rest of the trains today are 'annulled' so far.
Which means I may need to find another way home.

P.S. Those who have ordered commissions can check their status here: http://arazia.deviantart.com/journal/25938378/
Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated
20 October 2009 @ 03:41 pm
I do not like being yelled at.
I do not like being yelled at.
I do not like being yelled at.

[name] should have started doing research on time-off balances for her people -ages- ago. I was set to do research on them in June. I finished it, sent it off. She came back a few weeks ago (read as - she sat on it for MONTHS) and complained about the formatting. So I put everything aside, and manually re-formatted the whole thing. Fifty-some records. And for two, I screwed up. I transposed the numbers between [name]'s area and payroll.

My mistake. I acknowledge it.
I was rushed to get her a format that would be easier for her to use.
But I was -trying- help.
I acknowledged my mistake, and apologized.

But she -still- yelled at me on the phone.
I have -never- been yelled at before at work.
Not ever in six years.

I'm a bit shaken. I want to go home.

I do not like being yelled at.
I do not like being yelled at.
I do not like being yelled at.
Current Mood: anxiousAfraid
08 October 2009 @ 11:20 am
If you have 00-10 ... write [I'm a goody-goody]
If you have 11-20 ... write [I'm still a goody-goody]
If you have 21-30 ... write [I'm average]
If you have 31-40 ... write [I'm a bad kid]
If you have 41-50 ... write [I'm a very bad influence]
If you have 51-60 ... write [I'm a horrible person]
If you have 61-70 ... write [I should be in jail]
If you have 71-80 ... write [I should be dead]
If you have 81-90 ... write [I got a ticket to Hell]

Result: 60 points [I'm a horrible person]

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Current Mood: hornywicked
05 October 2009 @ 12:55 pm
This is/was supposed to be my 'easy' week at work. No boss looming over my shoulder, calling my name every two minutes, and making me roll my rear end out of my cubicle because he can't talk to me with a wall inbetween. However, it's shaping up to be nothing like I expected.

We recently created a computerized system which helps with the bulletining of certain union jobs. We didn't have money for extra oracle development seats at the time (expensive) so we decided to try to do what we could in access. The point was to be able to document the jobs being posted, and cut down on the manual entry time of the person who posts the jobs. She was writing up each job sheet with Word Perfect every week. Ugh. Well, we moved the system to production recently, and now all the 'weirdness' that should have come up when the system was being tested starts crawling from the woodworks.

There was a time before they split the unions up, where a lot of different jobs were kind of grouped together. [Group] is the old name for the jobs that are now under the 'Communications' union rather than the 'Electricians' union. We were told that when members of [Group] retire, their positions would move over to the other union. They would -never- be bulletened as [Group] positions, but as 'Communications' positions. Yeah. I have to re-write code so they can now bulletin those positions. Grr.

Then, we have union reserve balancing. Any unused time-off we have, usually personal days, gets rolled into what we call the 'sick reserve'. It's for if you get sick and have to go on long term medical leave. Some unions are able to use this reserve as basically rolling personal days. For those, we have to do a yearly balance, due somewhere around March of each year. It's October, it's still not done. Why? Because the people in Payroll and in the field don't want to work together, and don't want to work with me. Rather than just working with me to get the changes in and figure things out... I get 'Well, we were able to do this fine last year with just [boss-a] and [boss-b]. Why is it so much more difficult this year with you involved?' Well thank you. It's -not- more difficult. You're just making it more difficult by second-guessing everything I say, even though I've -done- the research.

I've been here six years. I'm a senior programmer. Please, for the love of fluff... don't treat me like I'm some newbie programmer who hasn't been working on this long enough for me to dream in COBOL/CICS.
Current Mood: blahblah
02 October 2009 @ 01:50 pm
Not so long ago, I was alone.
I had a voice, but I didn't know how to speak.
I needed comfort but the world was a cold as stone.
I needed answers. The reasons why I am.
Questions that linger, hidden away.

Not so long ago, I made a wish.
A wish that I sent out into the night. Into the lands and worlds beyond.
I imagined a safe place to come home to.
Those who might understand.
A place where I belonged.

Not so long ago, I took a chance.
I stepped forward found that the cold world can burn hot.
I hurt. And in that pain found some semblance of the person I was meant to be.
I moved on. Kept moving. Kept dreaming.
Knowing that something waited for me.

Not so long ago, I reached out.
I let others in to a wounded place, and found that it could heal.
Friendship, hope, love, things that I'd so longed for at my fingertips.
Afraid to hold on too tight, afraid to let go.
No more little pieces of my heart taken away.

Not so long ago, I was surprised.
Where once an ember fanned to flame I couldn't deny.
Now, more than ever, I am afraid. I could lose everything.
I want to try. I want to hope. I want to let free my heart to follow.
Uncertain, each day is another step.

Not so long ago, I wrote.
I wrote of things past and future, dreams and memories.
Within these words are no answers, only questions.
But words are the heart's way of speaking to us. Guiding us.
And I will listen.
Current Mood: indescribableintrospective
01 October 2009 @ 08:36 am
Part One
Part Two

Got home last night and took the kitty over to the animal shelter. They took my id-information and started logging in the cat. The nice lady at the shelter scanned it for a microchip. Apparently, the kitty was a boy, four years old, and his name was Romeo (no surprise, with how loving he was). He belonged to a person named Kenneth who lived up on 66th street (approx. 6 miles North of here). They tried to call the number listed in the microchip, but it was busy. So they were going to try again later. She didn't want to upset him too much by putting him in another carrier, so she gave me a new carrier to take home (carrier upgrade!).

So, I'm trying to stay positive about the whole thing. He had a microchip, they had contact information including a cel-phone, so maybe Romeo will find his way back to his owner. The woman at the shelter had also said that they don't put down adoptable animals, and this kitty was just so loving I can't believe he'd have any trouble passing a temperment test.

I'm just a little distressed at some people's comments towards me regarding this whole thing. A few people at work, when they found out why I was late, started commenting on how the cat will probably just be euthanised. My husband was first claiming that he thought it was probably someone's outdoor cat, which confused me because I didn't understand what he wanted me to do? Just ignore a cat that's left outside? He tells me that isn't what he meant, but it still confuses me. And then when I told him about where Romeo's address was, he claimed that 'well he must have been dumped'. -.-;

Seriously, please, is it so hard for people to just be positive? I want to believe I did something good. I want to believe that either a) I had a hand in reuniting Romeo with his owner, or b) that if it isn't possible, that he's sweet enough to find a good, forever home. I did the right thing, didn't I?
Current Mood: uncomfortableunsure