What the fuck? Yahoo randomly decided to delete the profile/ID that I’ve been using for roughly 6 years. No email, no notification of any sort, and I logged in without a problem yesterday afternoon while at school and updated my stupid My Yahoo page so I could read some RSS feeds from class. Fucking Christ, it’s not like I was posting nudes in a non-adult profile or some shit like that. Either way, if anyone on Yahoo wants me, the user ID is silvadelle now.

I’ve revised my Christmas list. I’ve given things a lot of thought, and this is simply a list of things that I’d like to have but don’t stand a chance in hell of getting. So here we are, in no particular order:

1. I’d like to make it through at least one year where one of my relatives doesn’t end up in the hospital or get cancer or end up sicker than they already are. (Backstory: We show up at Mom’s this afternoon just in time to see her and Nanny off to the ER because Nanny thinks she’s got another blood clot in her leg. She’s home, 8 hours later, but merry fucking Christmas, eh?)
2. I’d like to have my father back. I could care less if my step-mother thinks I’m an ungrateful little heathen and won’t speak to me, but I’d like my father to at least acknowledge that he has 2 daughters, not one. Every fucking year I buy or make a present for him, even though he refuses to acknowledge my existance. Every year I say “I’m not going to put myself through this anymore,” and every year I do it anyway, because I refuse to lower myself to his level and be like that.
3. I’d like the rest of my family to stop being assholes to each other. Not a year goes by where at least one uncle isn’t talking to the others. You know what? It’s time to grow the fuck up, people. You’re all in your40’s, stop acting like 3rd graders ganging up and picking on the retarded kid on the bus. Keep acting like this and you know what’s going to happen? Sooner or later those quasi-jokes about only getting together at weddings and funerals are going to be this unwritten law in the family, and even those gatherings are going to end up where one part of the family sits on one side of the room and talks shit about the other. Oh wait, what am I saying, that already happens. Silly me for thinking that the family that I remember having a giant tree and a huge Christmas Eve gathering could ever be that way now. That sort of behavior is so 1984.
4. I’d like to be able to manage our money better so that next Christmas doesn’t suck as much as this one has. It’s not a matter of having enough money to know that I’m getting something as a gift. It’s a matter of being able to actually make sure that people get presents. I’d like a year to go by where we’re not scrambling all through December to save enough money so that I can buy another ball of yarn to finish an afghan or have to decide whether or not I want to eat lunch or use that $5 to put towards the sneakers that Eddie wants. As sad and disgusting as it is to think this way, I’m happy that one of my uncles isn’t going to Mom’s tomorrow. Why? Because that’s one less gift that I don’t need to worry about getting or making. And that makes me feel like a complete and total ass.
5. I want to either get a handle on this fucking paranoia/anxiety or get the fuck out of this house, preferably the latter because if we move then I won’t have a paranoia/anxiety problem anymore. Plus, we’ll be closer to Mom’s house and Eddie’s work, and be in a place where I won’t need to worry constantly that Pickle will be spotted in a window.

And that, my fine friends, is what I want for Christmas. In a perfect world, I wouldn’t need to worry about this sort of shit, but since the world pretty much sucks lately, I get to make lists like this.

*sigh*

Merry Christmas, folks. Enjoy your familes, and hopefully they won’t end up like mine.

I’m one of the only people in the world who thinks that Napoleon Dynomite is perhaps one of the worst movies ever, ranking right under Surviving Christmas, My Boss’s Daughter, and Gigli.

The fact that this week’s Photoshop Friday had me laughing so hard I was heard outside is further proof that not breeding is the wisest decision I’ve ever made.

We went to Taco Bell for dinner. If I hadn’t seen an actual Taco Bell job application I’d have sworn that it only consisted of a blank sheet of paper with a single checkbox beside the question “Do you have a pulse and are you currently breathing on your own?” The fact that one of their employees once considered cheese to be a veggie solidified the opinion that they are all suffering from a lack of gray matter, but for the most part they’re able to get things made right with a minimal amount of fucking up. Until tonight. I ordered my usual, the 2 gordita combo meal, specifying that I don’t want any lettuce, tomato, or onions on it. The guy behind the guy taking the order gets confused and thinks I’m ordering something else, and tells the cashier we don’t have the item he thinks I’m ordering. I repeat the order, again specifying that I want the 2 beef supreme gordita meal. Eddie orders a Crunchwrap meal, and we think everything is all set, until they give us the food.

On the tray are identical piles, each containing 2 wrapped items. No sign of the flat box with Eddie’s crunchwrap. It appears as though we each have a single gordita and a single soft taco, when Eddie is supposed to have his wrap and a taco and I’m supposed to have 2 gorditas and a taco. Eddie tells the guy the orders fucked, and the guy says “Didn’t you order 2 cheesey gordita crunch meals?”

*facepalm*

The only thing that they got right is the one thing they usually get wrong - my request for no veggies.

On a lighter note, we saw a rather large women dressed in camoflage cargo shorts and a matching tank top, and Eddie’s reaction was “My god I wish I couldn’t see her. Tell her to go stand in front of a bush.” We also just finished a huge downpour about an hour ago, and Mrs. Comrade is ourside watering her garden. This makes no sense.

Life: Eddie and I have decided to start looking into getting a house. We’re currently paying $625 for our apartment, and while rents in the area are typically in the $900+ range for something comparable in size, and we could probably get ourselves a small house/trailor and pay less if we look hard enough (we’re looking for something under $100k, if that gives you any idea of our financial situation). So I ask, does anyone have any helpful hints/links/advice for first time buyers, one of whom has awful credit, and one who has next to none?

Work:
Wednesday - Nothing, literally. I went to work, sold a phone card. Didn’t get any email at all from my boss. Odd, but not entirely unheard of if it’s a slow day. I got an email towards the end of the day from the cash management lady wanting to know if a missing deposit was hidden in the booth somewhere. Pay attention, this fact is important later.

Thursday - Nothing once again. I didn’t even sell a phone card. The first week of the month is usually slow, since people are paying their bills and don’t want to drop the money for a phone and potential deposit. I emailed back and forth with a teammate and the cash management people about the missing deposit and surfed the web. At the very beginning of the day I had a visit from the city tax assessors about who our parent company was because something got fucked up with some paperwork. I called my boss, Liz, and got her voicemail as normal for that time of day, so I told her that I had a city worker there with some questions and to call me back ASAP. After lunch, when I realised that neither the taxman nor my boss had gotten back to me, I wondered what was up, and decided that if I hadn’t heard anything during the rest of the afternoon that I’d assume management had a meeting but let Liz know when I checked out via voicemail that I hadn’t received any sort of emails from her or the asst. manager and was curious if our sales were that bad or if she had taken me off a mass mailing list while I was on vacation and forgot to put me back on when I got back.

Today - No emails from my boss, nothing at all. Just after lunchtime I emailed both members of management to find out exactly what was going on (unfortunately I didn’t out a read receipt on it), but by the end of the day I did manage to have a nice little chat on the phone with a teammate whom I trained with in another store.

“Did Liz tell you anything about them closing your store or changing managers?”

Hmmm… interesting, but not entirely surprising really. Apparently, this teammate has it on very good authority that by June, all the Wal*Mart kiosks will be gone, and for the time being they will taking the kiosk team managers and moving them to stores and assigning the management duties of the kiosk to the closest corporate store until the kiosk is closed down in a couple of months. The agent in the booth at Eddie’s store was notified of this development not by our manager, but by his new manager who dropped in for a visit and delivered the news. The girl I spoke with on the phone was told by our manager, who told her that the new manager would be in to meet her this week, but has not heard anything from the new manager at all yet.

Looks like it’s time to update the resume.