I had to train a new guy at work today and while it was fun actually working with someone for a change, it very quickly went over to creepy when it became clear he had misinterpreted me being nice as being sexually interested in him.

I was nice to him his first day, mostly because I remember how tough it was. I asked him how things were going. Today, I had to work with him and train him to use the machine. Since the first time they run a machine, you’re apparently not really supposed to leave them alone for long. Well, that meant finding conversation topics.

No, I don’t speak Spanish. Only a few words here and there.
Yes, I happen to like classic rock. So we spent most of the night talking about different bands and singers.
What do I do for fun? Umm, almost nothing since I’m trying to finish college?

Very gradually, he wanted to know more about me including my dog’s name. He was shocked when I knew “Luna” meant moon. Yes, Luna is Spanish (and Latin) for moon. But how about Luna, the Roman moon goddess? Lunar? *sigh*

I probably should have known what was coming when he asked if I was single or had kids earlier in the night. The guy has a daughter my age, but he wanted to take me out to dinner sometime.

Yeah, nice enough and I did enjoy being able to talk for a change — but hell no!

I suppose I’m probably closer to being bi; most guys are way more trouble than they’re worth and most girls are way too weird. So, that pretty much sums up everyone.

I really wish the people at work didn’t know so much about me. I’d buy a cheap engagement ring and wear it as defensive camouflage.

It worked when I was over at Meijer so many years ago. I popped on my handmade amethyst ring just because. (Actually, I was hoping that the gem lore was true and the amethyst would help me keep my temper.) The usual types of creeps took one look at my hand and backed off. Unfortunately, I won’t wear my ring to Kalfact (last time I wore any rings, I nearly lost them) and it would be really… troublesome… if my coworkers thought I’d gotten engaged in the “overnight.”

Last week was a real (insert favorite adjective here) at and 1^st shift, as usual, had to end things on a particularly “high” note.

To begin with, I hadn’t had that good a week anyway. Seems every day someone was finding cause to yell at me. First there was the missing tails on the “4″ in the lettering on top of about 20 of the 3600 screwdrivers I’d made. (1^st shift made it sound like it was everything I’d made.) Then, I refused to go over to the machine called “Cell 1″ and I’m in trouble. Because I’m was not going to clean up Sarah’s mess over at “Cell 1″, I’m in trouble. Then, I hadn’t made out some labels correctly and I’m in trouble yet again. Finally, I was assigned to sort through nut driver blades to search for rusty ones.

And 1^st shift comes in to replace us and throws a royal tantrum. They don’t have time to sort through blades. I hadn’t sorted them correctly. There was nothing wrong with the ones I’d sorted. I don’t know what the problem was.

Oh, and we had snow. Lots and lots of snow. So it took about 45 minutes to get home, when it only usually takes about 15. (Maybe that’s why they had to be so awful.)

Anyroad, I’m sick to death of being yelled at.

Spent most of yesterday sleeping. Actually, I pretty much slept from 10am Friday until 8am Saturday minus an hour or two here and there for biological functions. I also hit iTunes pretty hard and downloaded some more Gackt, mucc, and Miyavi. During one of my awake periods, I downloaded the latest Naruto Shippuden episode and had a good laugh at Cap. Flashlight Face and Mr. Penis.

If I can ever get to the bank (nope, I still haven’t! XD) I’m placing an order with ThinkGeek and getting Kevin’s X-mas present (I hope he isn’t reading this!) and then finally getting my paid LiveJournal account.

In the meantime, I need to do a little yoga and see if I can lose the stiffness from sleeping almost 24 hours. Oops, and gotta get some groceries before the next snow storm arrives. ETA is in about 3 hours and counting.

Did I… I just get flamed over on DeviantArt for expressing that I liked someone’s artwork?

I was tired from my homework last night and decided to go on the prowl for artwork of my favorite Naruto character, Shino.

I found one 100106 - shino. by The-Pie and added it to my favorites, commenting:

“Okay, I won’t say kawaii. How about :+fav:? =D”

And she responds that my comment has nothing to do with the picture itself and it “annoys the fuck out of [her].” Thing is, her comments are set to “critique discouraged” and there are a million juvenille comments on the picture. But a comment saying I was adding it to my favorites gets me flamed?

*sigh* People make my teeth itch.

Avatar: TLA has reached new levels of being a pseudo-anime. The latest episode, Zuko Alone, was simply gorgeous! The fight scene near the end was perfect; all I could think of was something out of Naruto, Samurai Champloo, Kenshin, or any of the other samurai/ninja anime I’ve seen. Delicious. ^_^

Yep, I’m a 26 year old woman completely and utterly turned on by a 17 year old fictional character. ^__^ And I’m damned proud of it!

Still trying to figure out some of the bugs in the archive, but I’m feeling lazy. After staying up until 3am every night and staring at code approximately 6 hours a day, I’m not feeling all that particurly driven to do the things I promised for the archive.

The Great Lakes Kite Festival is this next weekend and as I’m sure all my friends know, I go every year whether it’s rain or shine. ^_^

This year, I’m fixing fajitas for my contribution. Since everyone’s adults now, I’ve been feeling like showing off my mad grilling skillz. I’m making one recipe for Tequila-marinated beef and then another called “Rattlesnake.” (I promise I’ll share on the forums once I’ve had a chance to try them.)

I just hope Scott isn’t as big an asshat next weekend as he was this. God, he’s almost 21 now and he’s was acting like he was maybe 11. Lately he’s been spending 99% of his time hanging around these little kids in the trailer park, barely spending any time at home. I finally tracked him down about a week ago and asked if he was going to Great Lakes. It’s always the same time each year, the weekend before Memorial Day. I just want to know who is going, so I know how much food I’m fixing Friday night. He wants to know when it is. *sigh* (Same time it’s always been?) He then wants MY permission to bring along this 11 year old kid who repeatedly glomped him while we were talking. (…. disturbing…)

That’s something he’s going to have to ask his mom or his brothers, since they’re the ones with the larger vehicles. My family just has a little, compact car that’s going to be crammed. Plus, none of us want to be responsible for any little kids. He then proceeds to go all emo on me because his mom’s never home and that she’s spending ALL her time over at his grandparents, yadda, yadda. (His grandma just had a stroke, grandpa just had surgery to repair a detached retina). Okay, so you can’t CALL her? Call your brothers?

We went to a food auction this weekend with the hopes of maybe getting some food at reduced cost. He spent most of it being generally annoying and childish. The little kids ahead of us with the toy gun were annoying enough (”Click-click-click-click-click-click” for 4 hours) without him acting whiny or being an emo towards his mom and brother.

At one point, the auction sold full cases of suckers that were kind of like a Push-Pop. He wasn’t paying attention and asked what they were.
I replied, “Candy.”
Scott: “I know, but what kind are they?”
Me: “Suckers.”

He then starts whistling the “S” in suckers and eventually entertains himself by whistling the S in every word that had S in it. (Kind of like that beaver in Lady and the Tramp.) First time was a little cute, but 15 minutes later I was starting to feel homicidal.

Every time his family bought something, he kept telling them they should have gotten more or they had to bid on something. (Usually candy.) He did the same thing that he did with the suckers a little later when they auctioned off some powered soup mixes (Minestrone and Clam Chowder).

At another point, someone’s cell phone rang and they had a custom ringtone. Some time earlier, Scott had grabbed his mom’s cell and had become the mad snap-shotter. He asks if I wanted to hear his. I have to assume he means a ringtone. Not knowing if he still had the cell or not, I turned around and glared at him. He doesn’t have it, but he immediately begins giggling that he “made me look.”

Honestly, if he’s going to act like that all next weekend or if he decided to flip out over the fact I marinated the steak in Tequila, I don’t want him to come. I don’t want to hear a peep out of him.