Apparently The Evil Copy Machine Was Lonely

Published July 19, 2014 by Malia

So, y’know how in Star Wars nearly every character says, “I have a bad feeling about this.”?  That’s how I felt last Friday after sitting through the 20 minute presentation, “You and Your New Phone From Hell.”  Just kidding, the presentation didn’t have a title.  But, if it had, that is totally what it should have been.

See, for some reason, we had to get rid of the wonderful, fantastic phones with decent reception, and replace them with phones that Crowley would recommend.  And do you know why he’d recommend them?  Because after you’ve disconnected the same client 3+ times in a row, when attempting to transfer them, you start seriously wondering if you’re going to have to sell your soul in a crossroads deal just to make the phones play nice.

Believe me, there is absolutely NOTHING a client loves more than constantly being disconnected.  I’m sure that the irritated, haggard tone their voice takes on is just a mask for how much they’re enjoying the whole experience.

Y’know what else is super fun about the new phone system?  The phone numbers.  None of our old phones had direct numbers.  However, each of the new phones has its own, individualized number.  In theory, this is a good idea.  What’s not a good idea?  The phone company assigning previously owned numbers to these phones.  I’ve spent way too much time this week fielding calls of people trying to reach Farmer’s Insurance.  Most people are pretty startled when they’re calling for an insurance quote, and instead get a medical reference lab.

Maybe the evil phones would be appeased if I sacrificed a chicken…

A Comedy of Errors

Published June 23, 2014 by Malia

I’m sure that this will be funny in a few days, but right now I just feel sad.  This morning, I got up and exercised.  I napped (wasn’t feeling very good, and I knew it would be a late night because we were short staffed at work), and then had lunch with my parents.  After that I showered and got ready for work.  And then I looked at my phone for the first time since getting up.  I had missed a text from the boy.

And then I was sad.

Normally, this wouldn’t make me sad, but he’s been super busy at work.  They’ve been gearing up to do inventory (which takes place this week), and so I’ve not seen him in a week.  Sadly, if I had actually checked my phone earlier in the day, I would’ve gotten to see him today.  Which is why I’m sad.  I miss him. Which is not the easiest thing in the world to admit, because I like to pretend I’m a lot tougher than I am.  Doesn’t change the fact that I miss him.

I’m trying really hard not to be an annoyance or a nag.  I know he’s under a lot of stress, and I don’t want to add to it.  I’m really happy he has a job.  I have a lot of respect for the fact that he works as hard as he does.  And I’m super happy that inventory doesn’t take place more frequently than it does.

This Is The Stuff News Reports Are Made Of

Published June 22, 2014 by Malia

So, last night (Friday) we had a bit of a gully washer here in Omaha.  I was at work, and as my shift progressed, I noticed the sky getting darker and darker until it was pitch black.  That’s about when the torrential downpour began.  By time time my shift had ended, the rain hadn’t let up, and the basement at my work had flooded.  I didn’t think much about this because it’s prone to flooding, as is our parking lot.  Before I left work, I checked the weather warnings, and all I found was that there was a flash flood warning for a county in Iowa.  Thinking I was safe, I decided to head home.

Now, have you ever seen those new videos where they show people, stranded in their cars, while the roads swell with flood waters?   I’ve always watched those videos kind of judgmentally.  I’m usually wondering what kind of idiot would go out in that weather in the first place.  Now I know, because it turns out I’m that kind of idiot.

Honestly, things weren’t going well from the minute I left work.  Like I said, the parking lot at work was flooded, but I’m so used to that I didn’t think anything of it.  However, when I got out on the road, I noticed that the water seemed to be a little higher than was comforting.  Plus, I kept having water go up the tailpipe and the van would fill with gas fumes.  Which, is apparently a not so good thing, and probably should have been a big sign to me that I was probably in trouble.

And at this point you’re thinking, “You did the smart thing, pulled over, and waited it out.  Right?”

Didn’t I mention before that I’m an idiot?

I did almost pull off at Village Inn near my work.  My thought was that I could just wait out the storm there, but then I began wondering what I would do if the storm didn’t let up anytime soon.  So, I pushed on for home.  Such a huge mistake.

Most of L Street was under some water.  There were actually multiple times that I found that the appearance of a road had completely disappeared.  When I saw cars stranded I went from worried to really scared.  I just began praying, “Jesus, just get me home.  Please just get me home.”  I didn’t make deal any deals with God, or anything like that.  I just asked to get home safely.  As soon as I could, I got off of L, and headed for Q Street, thinking that would be a better option.

Headed down hill on Q Street towards the intersection with 96th Street, I saw something I wasn’t at all prepared for.  The entire intersection was completely underwater.  Cars were stalled, and the rushing water was coming up to the hoods of large pickup trucks.  Fortunately, there was a parking lot on the hill that I could pull in to.  Sitting there, I felt trapped.  I knew I couldn’t go back to L Street, and clearly I couldn’t get through the intersection at the bottom of the hill.  It was late and dark and I was terrified and I was alone.  Because I’m a drama queen, I had a brief moment where my mind seriously darted to the thought of, “What if this is it?  What if I die here?”  I briefly considered contacting those people in my life that are most important and telling them how important they are to me, and how much I love and appreciate them.  Fortunately for them, no one received a phone call from a unnerved, terrified me, because as I sat there I decided to head back and try going a more roundabout way to get home, one that was likely to be less flooded.

Long, long story shorter, I did make it home.  It took me an hour, compared to the normal 15 minutes.  I did not make any embarrassing phone calls, or send any embarrassing texts.  Not that telling people you love them is embarrassing.  However I do believe you shouldn’t have to be wondering if you’re going to die in order to be prompted to let people know you truly care about them.

Also, I’m thankful that my stupidity didn’t actually end up on the news.

Vampires Don’t Sparkle

Published June 11, 2014 by Malia

So…I’m a bit (and by bit, I mean several years) of a latecomer to this party, but I’m finally watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  Now, I’ve had Buffy sitting on my Netflix queue for years, but I’ve never been able to get into it.  I think I’ve tried watching the first episode three or four times, and just couldn’t finish it.  I finally decided to skip finishing episode one (for now) and just move on to episode two.  Turns out this was a brilliant idea.  I’m now hooked on the campy horror.

Even though I’m only in season one, I feel like I’ve been severely misjudging this show.  (It’s amazing how easy it is to misjudge something you haven’t actually watched.)  So far I’ve found that it’s well written, really funny, and even a chicken like me can watch it alone without getting too freaked out.

The other good thing about this?  Now when the boy makes Buffy references, I won’t have to sit there with this blank look on my face forcing him to explain.  In fact, I’m probably going to annoy him to no end with my new found love of the Buffyverse.

And on a non-Buffy related note, but a sparkly vampire related note, I leave you with this…

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I just wish the caption didn’t have the words “may” and “you” switched :/

The Monster Inside Me

Published June 9, 2014 by Malia

Have you ever been in a situation where you made a choice, and you knew you were probably making the wrong choice, but you told yourself it was okay because you had been provoked; and then afterwards, you felt awful and guilty because you knew you knowingly chose poorly?

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If you can say yes, then you understand how I’m currently feeling.

I try to keep it hidden that I have a competitive side and a bit of a temper.  Not a good combination of things.  When I was in 4th grade I realized that I kind of became a terror when I gave into this side of myself, and so I made great strides in learning to control it.  Occasionally, it’s returned over the years.  Like tonight.

Ever since April, I’ve been on a journey to learn to play Magic.  What is Magic? It’s a card game that’s all about strategy.  Initially I didn’t really expect to enjoy it, but I’m starting to really like it.  I still feel like I barely know what I’m doing, but for only having been playing for about two months, I’m pretty proud of the strides I’ve made.

This weekend was the first weekend I played rounds against people I didn’t know.  Up ’til now I’ve only played against the boy and a few friends.  I wasn’t sure what to expect.  Last night (Saturday), went really well.  I actually did decently.  Tonight, however, was a different story.

There was a girl who was placed at the table I was playing at who was a complete stranger.  The other two playing were friends, and I had a bit of a feel for how they would play.  The stranger was a complete mystery.  I could tell early on that she was really not happy about being placed at our table.  Her friends were all at the table the boy had gotten placed at.  Going into the game, I really didn’t feel very good about the cards I had pulled during the draw; I pretty much decided that I’d see how the game was going to go, but was relatively certain I was just going to let myself get killed.  As the game progressed, mystery girl got more and more ticked off, and she was definitely out for blood.  (I guess she wanted to make us pay for her not being in with her friends, even though we had no control over that?)  Now, I had two choices.  I could have gone with my initial plan to get killed first so that this girl wouldn’t feel like she was being ganged up on…or, I could attack her with everything I had.

When she took to ignoring what was going on when it wasn’t her turn, in favor of playing with her phone, that was the last straw for me.  I understand that it sucks not playing with your friends.  Besides, my time with the boy is limited every week, and I lost an hour of it tonight because he was placed at a different table.  I could have  just as easily pulled a crappy attitude.  But I didn’t.

I’m not proud of what I did.  I gave into the darker parts of me, and made sure that she was the first person killed in the game.  Which, as you would expect, made her even more upset than she already was.  I tried convincing myself that it was okay to do what I did because I was provoked.

It’s not okay.  I had an opportunity to be the better person or to be a bully, and I chose to be a bully.  I can’t make the situation right.  And yes, I know it was just a game.  But the fact that I played a part in ruining her night isn’t okay.  Had the situation been reversed, I wouldn’t have liked it very much.  I guess the only thing I can do is not give in the next time I face a situation like this.  I can’t control how people are going to act or feel, but I can control my response.

Is that what they’re calling it these days?

Published June 6, 2014 by Malia

I took the day off today, and spent the day at the Henry Doorly Zoo with the boy.  (Side note, Omaha has a fantastic zoo, and if you ever come here it’s the one place you definitely have to go to before you leave). Now, over the many years I’ve visited the zoo, I’ve heard a myriad of weird things come out of the mouths of adults.  We’re talking about statements that leave me feeling somewhere between the Picard facepalm and Professor Farnsworth saying, “I don’t want to live on this planet anymore.”   Today was no exception.

At the zoo, there’s a desert dome, and the lower level features something called, “Kingdoms of the Night.” (KoN from here on out)  Basically, it’s fairly dark, and filled with nocturnal animals.  You get to see animals active that normally would be asleep during the day.  The first “quality” statement of the day, came early on through our trek in the dark.  We were passing a group of adults, and I heard one woman say, “Oh look.  The mommy frog is giving the baby frog a piggy-back ride.”  I turned my head to look at the frogs, and then had to quickly walk away before I said something I’d regret.  Honestly, I kind of wish I had a time machine to go back and walk up to that woman and say, “First, baby frogs are tadpoles.  That’s not a tadpole on top of that other frog.  Second, that “piggy-back ride” is what the rest of the world calls mating.”  I think she might have had a child with her, but honestly I was so horrified when I realized what she said, I didn’t get a good look to see if she really did have a kid with her.  However, if she did, that’s even more concerning.  Why?  Because if you’re not prepared to talk to your child about the birds and the bees, then you better not point out that it is taking place and then pump your child full of misinformation.

Later on, still in KoN, I came around a corner and heard another adult saying, “Look, the beaver had babies.”  Now, this wouldn’t have been a problem, except for two things.  A.  There were no beavers in the enclosure, and B. There was a lit sign stating, “Nutria” followed with information about the Nutria was positioned all of three feet away from the nursing mother Nutria.

Finally, as we neared the exit, we began to encounter multiple women with strollers that had somehow managed to get turned around and were going against the flow of traffic.  Now, if you just follow the flow of traffic, it’s a pretty simple path to get to the exit (that is lit up with a nice brilliant green light filling in the letters, spelling out the word ‘EXIT’).  Instead these women were going the wrong way, and wondering aloud, “Where’s the exit?”  I did manage to try to point out to one of these women which way they needed to go, and instead of turning around, she just kept going the wrong way.

There was one other alarming thing I discovered during my venture to the zoo, and this had nothing to do with other visitors.  It was due to the new sculptures in the Bear area.  Words cannot describe how creepy these sculptures are, so hopefully my pictures can do what words can’t…

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Okay, so maybe that doesn’t look that creepy, but wait…

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Still not convinced of the creepiness?

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That’s right, these weird pig bear things are sprinkled all through that little area, and they’re all staring at you. Standing guard and staring right into your soul.  It’s seriously time to call Sam and Dean.

So, yes, there were really dumb things said today, and there was the encounter with the bizarre sculptures, but apart from that it was a really lovely day.  The weather was gorgeous, and I got to spend the day with the boy (who actually did say something about the “piggy-back ride” comment, but I don’t think the woman who made the comment heard him).  It was really nice to have a normal day (or at least what I consider normal).

UPDATE!!!!  Apparently I took another picture of the creepy bear pigs.  Can’t not share this weirdness with all of you…

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Rejoice in All Things

Published June 2, 2014 by Malia

Everyone’s getting sick.  The boy started getting sick last week.  Mom got sick this weekend.  I made a point of trying to steer clear of the sickies.  I thought I had succeeded avoiding illness, until I started driving to work today.  I feel pretty rotten, but thankfully I’ve managed to avoid the stuffed up nose.

Tonight, after work, I stopped quickly at Walmart, and as I was passing through the grocery section, I heard some of the employees screaming at each other.  I don’t know what had caused the argument, I just know that one employee told another employee to “go to hell.”  After I walked away, I got to thinking.  In general, I like my job.  Sure, there’s rough moments, but all in all, it’s a good job.  However, I find that lately I gripe about it quite a bit.  You know who doesn’t gripe about his job?  The boy.  He listens to my whining, and honestly if anyone should be griping about their job, it should be him.  He works really hard, and I know it’s not his dream job, and yet he doesn’t complain.  And he’s so ridiculously patient and listens to all my griping.  I feel really awful about that.

I know I tend to look at the darker side of life.  I think I frequently forget to be thankful.  I get so wrapped up in worrying about what might go wrong, I only look at the negative things.  So, I’m going to try really hard to be more optimistic, and trust that the worst isn’t always going to happen.

It Might Be Time To Call Sam & Dean

Published May 27, 2014 by Malia

Have you ever been showering and then suddenly noticed a giant spider hanging out on the ceiling?  And then the spider proved it could move super fast, and even after you finished your shower, it held you hostage in the shower for much longer than you’re proud of?  And while you were waiting to escape from the shower, you tried to decide if this was a re-enactment of that scene from Arachnophobia or if it would fit better in a Supernatural episode?  And have you found yourself disappointed that your phone was in another room, because you couldn’t even text the boy about how you were stuck in a ridiculous nightmare of one of your three worst irrational fears?

In case you’re wondering, I can honestly answer yes to all the above questions.  I did manage to finally escape the shower, but the spider is still at large.  Which is funny, considering how large the spider was.  And am I embarrassed by all of this?  Yes, I absolutely am.  A freakin’ spider held me hostage in a bathtub!

I think I need a hug.

A Random List of Things I’m Currently Thinking About At 2:30 a.m.

Published May 23, 2014 by Malia

-I really want to see Devil’s Tower.  I know it’s nearly 700 miles away, but I think it would be awesome to just leave after work some Friday night and drive to Wyoming, see Devil’s Tower, and drive back home.  I know it’s crazy, and probably a waste of gas, but it’d be super awesome.

-I’m on a personal mission whenever I watch something on Hulu.  No matter what the ad that is playing, I always mark “No” for the question, “Is this ad relevant to you?”.  So far, it’s not making any difference, but I seriously hope that it’s messing with some Hulu algorithm thing.

-Whenever I house sit, my brain comes up with ridiculous scenarios of things that could happen.  The most common/recurring is that aliens are going to show up.  No abduction or anything.  Just that aliens will suddenly appear.

-Whenever I go on Pinterest, and if I stray onto the DIY & Crafts section I suddenly am filled with the belief that I am crafty.  I’m not.

-Speaking of crafts, I feel the urge to do origami.  Probably a good thing that I’m nowhere near paper right now.

-I kind of want one of those graphic tablets that you use with a computer.  Yeah, apparently I’m on a crafting kick tonight.

-You know what is fantastic about being out of the city and out in the country?  The stars.  There are so many beautiful stars just overwhelming the sky and I adore it.

-You know what’s eerie about being out of the city and out in the country?  The quiet.  It is so amazingly quiet, and when you’re used to the sound of traffic and sirens and trains and such, the quiet can be a little unnerving.

-Who’s got two thumbs and a three day weekend coming up?  This girl!

-I really want to learn archery.  And not just because of The Hunger Games.  It’s a graceful sport.  Plus, I have this weird noise sensitivity issue, so I’m thinking that learning to shoot would be a miserable experience.

-Sometimes I feel like I’m the neediest, clingiest person ever.  It drives me crazy.  It’s not intentional, it just happens.  Which, somehow makes it worse.

-There’s this thing that’s been floating around Facebook lately where people put down what their favorite Bible verse is.  I have many favorite verses, but lately I’ve been loving Philippians 4:8: “Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.”

Recovering Drama Queen

Published May 22, 2014 by Malia

Sometimes I think I should have entitled this blog, “Confessions of a Drama Queen in Remission.”  It’s true.  I don’t like acknowledging it, but I’m a drama queen in recovery.  Seriously, there should be a support group.

Me: Hi, my name is Malia, and I’m a drama queen.  It’s been three days since my last episode.

Readers: Hi, Malia.

Yeah, I try not to let that side of me out very often, but it happens.  And, unfortunately, it’s like a snowball, once it gets rolling, everything in my sphere of reality gets super dramatic.  I end up freaking out about everything.

To my horror and embarrassment, the drama queen side of me resurfaced over the last weekend.  It was awful.  I didn’t even realize I was being a drama queen until Tuesday.  I’m absolutely terrified of spiders, and last fall a coworker put a fake one on my computer keyboard not realizing this.  I screamed, and as soon as I realized what it was fake I felt humiliated.  That was six months ago.  Tuesday, it happened again, but this time the fake spider was hidden under my keyboard.  Again, I screamed, and then I ran to the bathroom because I was so angry and humiliated (and I honestly thought I was going to start crying, and didn’t want my co-workers to see that).  I know being scared of spiders is a stupid, irrational fear.  Doesn’t stop me from being scared of them.

Now, there were plenty of other things that happened that led up to the realization that I was being a drama queen.  The fake spider was just the breaking point.  The point where I realized how much of an idiot I was being.  So, now I’m trying to mentally prepare myself to be calm, no matter what (much easier said than done).

Throughout my week of being a drama queen, the boy kindly put up with me.  He never once made me feel worse about it, and he was overall just pretty wonderful.  And now having not seen him since Sunday I miss him a lot.  Being a girl totally sucks sometimes.  It’s not that I’m clingy, I just genuinely miss him.  Thank heavens this isn’t a long distance relationship.