Just an update to say I'm alive. I'm also on tumblr by the same name.

All I've been doing lately is work, RP through LJ, and watch Supernatural. Finally made it past the Bugs episode and it got quite a bit more interesting. I've made a good dent into season two.

I hate the list of options on how to ID myself in order to leave a comment. Give my simplicity back.

I work at a McDonalds, in drive-thru. I love it, because I can be social but only in small bursts. Well, what a lot of people don't realize is that as soon as you guys pull up to a drive-thru speaker... Anyone wearing a headset can hear you.

A lot of people are on the phone when they pull up, and I decided today that if they say it, I'm just going to start answering. This morning as she pulled up, a woman on the phone told someone, "I love you!"

I replied with, "I love you too, go ahead whenever you're ready!"

She thought it was hilarious.

It was about as fun as when a different woman pulled up to the window behind a van that had a sticker stating, "Fight like a girl!" I commented that I'd rather deal with that woman than whoever owned the truck that had "Turd Cutter" painted on the back of the cab. She hadn't seen it parked in the lot just a few feet away, but when I pointed it out, I thought she was going to choke from laughing so hard.

I'm hoping it doesn't come back to bite my ass, but today I changed my availability at work from 3pm-3am to 11am-3am, and 7am-3am Sundays. I heard they're likely to get rid of the overnights for at least the winter. If that happens, the overnighters are more likely to quit than to try adjusting to a new time, especially the guy who has enough scheduling issues as it is with his toddler seeing the doctor so much for a tube in his head to let out excess fluid.

I hope I don't have any more nights, or very few, like the one I had last night when I went to bed with time for several hours' sleep but only got around 2 hours off and on.

On the upside, I was there when the assistant manager told the GM that thanks to me coming in, Sunday mornings aren't terrible any more. They didn't have anyone that could do drive-thru from 7am-3pm and I managed to put my foot in my mouth and gain that shift by confusing the GM one night and commenting, "Aren't you glad I don't work with you in the morning?"

"Actually..."

Last night I was asked if I could come in today early. I said sure, how early.

"Six?"

"... PM?"

"AM, A. has an ACT test and can't come in."

She said she'd give me my own pot of coffee. I felt like I needed a coffee IV, but they said I did well. I kept managing to catch myself before offering someone an angus burger for breakfast. Not that I don't believe some of the people that come through could manage it, construction workers especially.

Now I'm going to hopefully nap just a few hours, because I have to sleep tonight to be in at 8am tomorrow. Ugh.

Me and my big mouth.

So, tonight I was working with both the head manager of the store and the assistant manager. I tend to say things in a way that makes people think, and ended up with the head manager almost perpetually confused around me. I made the comment, "Aren't you glad I don't work in the morning?" Because that's the shift she usually works.

"You know, that's a good idea! We can use another person on Sunday mornings!"

Next Sunday I'll get to work an 8am-4pm shift. Sob.

So with all the health care bill worry about whether my insurance will change, I decided to go ahead and use up what I had left of my dental insurance. Really wishing now that it had been more than $524, because ow. Not the tooth, the wallet. What even the dentist thought would be a filling turned into more. The cavity on my molar was shallow, but stretched either side along my outer gum line.

( The drilling away the cavity started out fine...Collapse )

So! It figures it would take having the garage roof set on fire to actually get someone's ass moving on all the vandalism that's been happening. Actually, it took the fire chief having to come down here at 3:30am to douse a fire a few days after the window was busted, and being told that nothing had been done so far, and looking at some recent footage of this man stabbing out my grandparents' tires before they went back to Florida.

I'd not seen this footage in particular, but when the chief and his deputy watched they noticed something. The man had put his bare hands on the van twice- and the cops had not dusted for prints. He thought that was bullshit and went to have Words with the police on our behalf. I like this man.

So now, the police detective who has supposedly been on our case has gotten around to looking at all the evidence from the past year. This includes footage of a getaway van that my aunt later found sitting in the parking lot of Bud's bar, and took a photo of for further evidence.

They're 90% sure of who it is, after comparing a mugshot. They'll be dragging his sorry ass in for questioning. Even if he has alibis for all this shit, that things have progressed this far makes me happy. If they nail him, I believe I heard that it was at least 20 years for the arson alone. \o/

It's so fun when as soon as you get in to work they're telling you that your neighbor called, someone threw a rock through your window. Of all the times for me to forget to set the damn alarm and figure, "Oh, someone will be there soon anyway, it's not a big deal."

Aside from the alarm not being set, we have the act on camera- which I haven't looked at, because I don't know how to use it- and an eye witness that has his description from him running straight at her and down the alley across from the house.

The rock didn't manage to break through, because the windows were covered by a protective film Tami had had put on for just this reason. It does look incredibly spidery though, and there's glass on the front porch. They threw a chunk of cinder block hard enough to crack both panes of glass.

Dave is going to replace the window with one of the old ones, but it'll likely be temporary until we can get another of the double-pane to replace that. Which may take a while, since it's a custom size due to this being such an old house.

In the meantime, I was supposed to be starting work an hour ago, and Jenni is covering for me until either a police report is filed or my aunt gets here. I want to see the tape before I go, and I think I'll buy my neighbor a meal since I know she comes through my drive-thru at work. Or, maybe I'll get her a gift card. I know I want to do something for her, since she's being so helpful.

Lovely, lovely.

Sometime during the night someone jumped the fence- the tall, barb wire fence- to slash all four of my grandparent's tires on the van. Again. The first time it happened was when the van was parked on the street.

Do they not know we have a camera over there? Idiots. I don't know how to work the playback or I'd be seeing just how stupid they really are. I hope my grandparents' insurance covers it when it's off the street, too. Last time it cost $600 and was covered.

So it's a lot quieter around here the last couple days, in comparison to in general since the neighbors moved in.

Could be because 30 or so people that were in the front upstairs apartment were all arrested for dealing drugs and having a prostitution ring early this week.

Yep.

On the downside, there was a murder somewhere the next block over from us, and apparently the bedbug infestation is alarming enough to call Ohio the bedbug capital. I've not been bitten by anything yet, but you can tell what areas have them by the mattresses lining the sidewalks come trash day. One of my coworkers noted that he'd killed them in the dining room a few times, too. As many people that go through the store, with how close we are to the highway, I can't say I'm surprised. It does give me the creeps though.

My sister is coming over with her kids on Friday. I get to make sure the house is child-proofed, and then I won't even get to see them for most of the time they're here, because I'll be at work.

My dentist was happy, she got to use her favorite extraction tool again. At least this time the tooth was removed before infection could set in, so there was far less pain during the procedure (yes, even though I was numbed up very well the last time sucked) and the hygienist said there was hardly any blood afterward. I'm just glad the tooth in front if it didn't break, since she had pointed out the possibility of it, because there's a cavity in that one too and she needed to put pressure on that tooth to get my molar out. I took some ibuprofen and am now supposed to listen for the doorbell because Tami ordered more cameras to replace ones that are going bad. Sigh. Then I get to work a 9-hour shift, which is kind-of but not really amusing when the dentist's instructions are to take it easy the first 24 hours to keep blood pressure low. At least I'm off tomorrow.