Update

Aug. 12th, 2017 09:04 pm
silailo: (belldandy blue)
I haven't been on Dreamwidth much because I've just been too tired or mentally/emotionally exhausted to care. In fact, I haven't cared a whole ot about anything, except watching Twin Peaks. I was really bored and wanted to watch something since I've had no interest in reading or writing, and if I'm not careful I'll do nothing but spend money on weekends, all because I'm bored.

Even though I have a Netflix subscription, I don't use it that often because I'm just not into movies or TV shows. I only got it for Bob's Burgers, until Netflix started dropping seasons. I'm not sure it's even still on there anymore. So I tried a few shows but couldn't get into them, didn't like the acting, the story/plot was dumb, etc. So I tried Twin Peaks because I'd heard some good things about it, and the new series seemed like a big deal. Since it's late and I'm thinking of going to bed, I will save the keyboard smashing for tomorrow. I binge-watched a whole bunch of episodes today. I might finish it tomorrow. The new series is through Showtime but I don't have a subscription. :( I'll have to think on it.

Work goes. The eclipse is next Monday and I will be traveling north to visit my aunt, who happens to live in the path of totality. My other two fellow workers will have to camp out at some sensitive historic and archaeological sites to keep an eye on them. One site is a historic building that's listed as a "designated viewing area" on a map put out by our forest. Uh, thanks a lot, guys. Make our jobs harder, why don't you?

Been looking at jobs to apply for, and plan on applying to a bunch tomorrow. My FAFSA came back with an "award", if you can call loans an award--which I don't. Personally I find it offensive. I declined it. I will try to pay for tuition out of pocket for as long as I can. But so much hinges on whether or not I find work this winter.

silailo: (bottle rose)
So, LR is finally gone. I went about the bathroom scrubbing away all evidence she was ever there. I cleaned her side of the counter because she didn't do it before she left, but to her credit she didn't muck it up after our last clean inspection, so she probably didn't think she needed to clean it. But I'm a freak so I thought it needed to be cleaned.

She left a hand print on the wall. She wore a lot of makeup and didn't seem to ever wash her hands after putting it on. I would find smudges and prints on the walls, her door, the light switches...

I also cleaned the bathtub a little, to get her dirty footprints out. It was sooooooo nice to shower without using the mat.

Then I threw those dirty, awful, disgusting shower rugs in the dumpster. I am not spending the money washing crap someone else left behind. I'll just keep using my bathroom slippers. If a new roommate decides she wants to get a shower rug, so be it. I won't use it.

My next plan of action is to mop the floor.

Lately I realized I'm kind of annoyed that I don't have a whole shelf in the pantry to myself. There are now two cleared shelves I can move my stuff to, but when I first moved in I had about half a shelf because I was relegated to the one where previous tenants decided to abandoned their crap. I hate the idea of throwing out perfectly good stuff, so I didn't do anything with it, but I think I need to bitch-up and toss it all. That is my shelf, not a dumping ground for abandoned garbage. Later I'm going to Walmart to get some garbage bags. We need some anyway. One of the girls who moved out apparently owned the Costco-size box of bags, so she took it with her, leaving us this little box from Walgreens that only had a few bags left. She also owned all the cleaning supplies that had been stored in the pantry, and the shelves it sat on. It's all gone now.

It sounds like we officially have neighbors upstairs. I only thought so because I've been hearing someone walk around up there, above my room and above the kitchen. It was luxurious to have that apartment vacant all summer (with the exception of the Chimp Hoard), but the college across the street will be starting fall classes soon, and more and more people will be moving in.

As for work right now... I spent the day in the office, which I chose to do because frankly I was done roasting outside for the week. I've had plenty of fieldwork to do on my own, so I'm happy for that, but I just needed a change today. On Monday I plan on tackling a project I've been sort of avoiding because it's a two-hour drive away or more, in area I've not been to, on roads I don't know the condition of. I'm sort of gun shy of roads after earlier this week.

I'm really glad the weekend is here. I want to walk down Main Street in town and see what kinds of shops they have. The road is under construction in some parts, but I think the stores are still accessible by foot.

Photos

Jul. 30th, 2017 04:28 pm
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I did finally make it to the burn scar to survey the dozer line. I took a break at the end and this was my view:

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I did a site assessment while I was there, and I finished up just as a thunderstorm was moving in.

On Monday--assuming I'm not pulled away from any of my projects--I'm going to go up to another burn scar I didn't make it to last week because of the road. I found out from someone else that the road is fine and that I should be able to get through with my truck. The fire engines were able to do it, after all. But I was also told they had to fly people in. o_o

These were some of my views on the way there last time:

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silailo: (pencils)
Last night I tried to watch Penny Dreadful and had to turn it off after thirty minutes. Now, when the genre tag said "horror," I had hoped it just meant the subject matter of monsters, not gore. I was wrong. Also, a graphic sex scene within the first fifteen minutes. No thanks. Otherwise, it looks like it'd be a really interesting show. Sadly, it's not my cup of tea.

To "scrub" my mind of that debacle I watched Kung Fu Panda 3. Definitely not as good as the last two. I had trouble taking the villain seriously and he just didn't seem all that scary. Also, the pacing just seemed way too fast, especially in the beginning. There was no emotional reaction for me when Po met his bio dad, and the whole scene just didn't seem normal for the situation. There were several instances of this throughout the film.

I also watched Moana the other day. Slightly disappointed, but I still liked it. I don't know if maybe it was the voice acting, script, characters, or what that bothered me. As with Kung Fu Panda 3, the pacing felt kind of fast in some places. I guess kids these days have such short attention spans that writers can't afford to drag out any scene for more than two minutes. Oh well. I still thought it was way better than Frozen, and I mainly watched it to hear Te Vaka's music. But it's no Lion King. People keep waiting for the next Lion King and I just don't think Disney will hit it again any time soon. I looked at their list of upcoming films, and all I see are sequels, live-action adaptations, book adaptations, and other stuff that sounds uninteresting. Well, I'm not a kid anymore and I haven't been for a long time, so I guess maybe my tastes changed.


My roommate is set to move out this Tuesday. I'm so excited. I mean, I wish her safe travels and hope she finds happiness in life, but I sort of want to clean to bathroom.

silailo: (Firepower)
I just went to move my laundry from the washer to the dryer and my clothes were all tangled up around the agitator! >:( Turns out it was either a bra or pair of underwear. The underwear somehow got wrapped around the agitator. Took forever to untangle everything! I've rarely had an issue like this, and it's sort of the reason I wanted to try out those mesh laundry bags I got on YesStyle. But the bags are way too small to put much in them, so I just put some socks and a few underwear in each. Now I'm going on Amazon to buy bigger ones. My work pants and work shirts were in that load and if any of them are damaged beyond repair, I'd hate to fork over the money to buy more. They're not cheap. :(

I called the department chair earlier today and left a message, but I doubt I'll hear from him. He's extremely difficult to get ahold of. I'll have to keep calling and emailing. Maybe he's has Fridays off?

One "course" is called Thesis and it's one of the requirements for obvious reasons, but there's not really a way to sign up for it. I wonder if it requires some kind of approval by the instructor.

What's bothering me right now are the GIS classes. I thought I heard that these were supposed to be "graduate level" GIS classes, but their titles and descriptions are exactly the same as the introductory courses. I do not want to retake classes I've already had. That's a total waste of money. I know I won't have to take Geomorphology or go to a field school again, so maybe I can get out of the GIS stuff. That'd be awesome because that would knock out 10 credits from the required 45 I need to do.

I've tried registering for one course but it won't let me because of a "prerequisite and test score error." I have no idea what classes have prereqs because the program's not even in the university catalog yet.
silailo: (compass)
I found out today from my mom that I did get an acceptance letter. It was dated July 14 and has been sitting on my dad's desk. My dad is out of town visiting his father. I'm not sure exactly when the letter arrived, but I at least found out not long after. I called the admissions office today and they said I am ready to register for classes. I see some of them already have some people signed up, so I can't wait until the last minute.

SO, the plan for the weekend:

1) Friday, call department chair to talk about some of the classes I'll have to take. There's one I have a question about. Besides, he seems to be the only one who knows about the whole program, since he's the one who pushed for it. I don't think my advisor is available right now because he said he had some kind of TV show thing he had to work on this summer. It's going to be a new show about bringing old wartime airplanes up from the ocean. I'm not sure what channel it will be on, but it sounds like a History Channel thing. He'll be one of the experts they talk to.

2) Complete the FAFSA. I was very blessed to get grants during my undergrad. I won't be so fortunate this time. But I'm hoping I might score something besides loans, like work study or an assistantship (as much as the idea of being a TA makes me want to puke). I absolutely do not want to go into debt, and much of that depends on whether or not I get a job this winter. If I can't move away from my parents, I can at least prevent myself from drawing money out of my savings. If I can leave my savings untouched, I'll be able to pay for most of my degree, if not all of it.

2a) To complete my FAFSA I need my dad's help, because I need him to go into my files at home and get my tax return papers. I'm stuck on that part because I don't know these things off the top of my head. Unless I can get the info through TaxAct, which is usually how I file my taxes, without paying, then I might try them

In other news, I got my stuff from YesStyle, finally. Only two items disappointed me. The wall suction hooks don't work that well, though that's what I would expect for only three dollars. One of them has a weird shape and will only half-stick to the mirror I tested it on. The other one seems fine. When I took them out of the the package, their cups were stuck to the cardboard backing and took some of it off. Doesn't help them stick to anything.

The sun protectant sleeves are also a disappointment. They don't fit my upper arms very well because the band is almost too tight. I might still be able to wear them, but I'm thinking they're destined for the trash--or a thrift store. Oh well. Again, only three dollars. I'll find a different brand that will fit me, one that actually comes in sizes.

silailo: (adios)
Good news, everyone!

LOUD ROOMMATE is moving out at the end of the month!! I might for a while have a bathroom all to myself! And if she leaves those bath mats, I'm throwing them in the dumpster. They are not worth my money to wash and dry them. I'll either get my own or keep using my bathroom slippers. Oh, I might actually mop the floor!!!

I'm not even sure they did clean inspections today because they didn't leave the pass-fail checklist like last time. Maybe no one failed so they didn't leave one? I don't understand how LR didn't fail because the stove top is kind of gross. I also found out one of my other roommates swept the hallway for her because she was "feeling nice today." WHAT. NO. See, that used to be me. Now I'm a bitch who lets people choose not to pull their own weight and lets them pay the consequences for it.

Okay, the bad news--well, it's not really bad news. Today I was supposed to go survey a dozer line in a burn scar. Problem was...

tr-crk

I had to get waaaaaay over there, where you see a sort of shelf just before the blackened hill on the left. I think that's where the dozer line is supposed to be, even though I didn't have a topo map to go by.

The biggest problem was figuring out how the heck to get over there. I needed to cross a creek, but there were stretches of private land I couldn't enter, until a little window of Forest Service land opened up.

The creek is located where the light green trees are in the center of the picture. In the spring it's probably more of a marsh, but right now the marshy part mostly dry. I get really nervous in places like this because it's difficult to see what sort of ground I'm putting my feet on. Is it soft and wet to where my feet will sink? Is it riddled with hummocks that will make me trip and break my ankle? Are there critters hiding in the grass? It freaks me out, but I was determined to get something done today, so I began to traverse the expanse until I could hear the creek. The creek was either narrow and windy, or it had several branches all over the place, because I could see it everywhere, but the grass and vegetation obscured the banks. I couldn't tell what was dry land and what was water underneath. I didn't know where to put my feet, so I turned back. There was absolutely not way around it. All the accessible routes were on private land.

The other option was a road where the creek crossed over. Guess no one could be bothered to build a crude bridge at least, but it's shallow enough for my truck. On the other side of that is public land, and I would be able to hike parallel to the creek to get to the dozer line. But now it's about a mile away in some very hilly country. It would be so much faster if I could just cross the creek from where I was earlier, or on the much easier sections of private land, but nooooooooo.

By the time I figured out my access point, it was already past 2pm. It was hot. I was frustrated, embarrassed, and very reluctant to make the trek alone. Just getting out there was annoying because I had to drive over tens of miles of gravel road in varying states of disrepair. I didn't know how long it would take me to hike that stretch. Plus the weather started getting a little sketchy and I thought I heard thunder.

So I left. It rained a bit on my way back, and seeing all the angry clouds in the sky, I realized I made the right choice.

I saw the assistant forest archaeologist for the first time in probably two or three weeks. He was in the office today to get some work done, and will be in the office again tomorrow due to some unforeseen circumstances. He said he wished he could go to the field with me tomorrow, but would most likely have to stay in the office. I wish he could come with me, too. Something about the idea of hiking out there makes me nervous and I'm not sure why. At least it's not out in the thick woods. Or several miles away. One mile is not a bad hike.

silailo: (mingchao colors)
Clean inspections are tomorrow. For some reason I had the same cleaning duties as last month, but I didn't mind because they're easy.

Thing is, though, my LOUD ROOMMATE (LR) and I have to share responsibility for our bathroom, since the person who would normally handle it isn't here this summer (she still pays rent on her room because she wants to keep it for when she comes back to school).

Of course, to LR this just means cleaning her side of the bathroom counter and nothing else. Granted, nothing else gets seriously dirty, so she probably figures it's okay. (I'm disappointed because she somehow erased or blended the somewhat-obvious line of grime between my side of the counter and hers. My side had been scrubbed clean whereas hers was not.)

Being me, I have to clean. The toilet is a lost cause because of the hard water stains. This town has some furiously hard water. Last time, management thought we didn't clean the toilet. There's really nothing we can do about it aside from replacing the toilet. I tried borax paste, and even a pumice stone. No good.

That only leaves the floors and bathtub. Like I mentioned in a previous post, I cleaned LR's dirty footprints out of the tub a few days ago. Then she got back and started mucking it up again. Since I knew she'd never clean the tub, I did it again today. Well, she just got out of the shower. So much for that. I'm not doing it again.

I'm also not bothering with the floors. Luckily they're brown, so you can't really tell how dirty they are (I wear slippers everywhere I go for a reason). I've mopped them once already since I moved in, but it would've needed two or three passes to get completely clean. I've tried our crappy vacuum to get rid of all the hair, but it only seems to push it around. Sweeping does nothing because there's really nothing to sweep up and the broom just grabs the hair and keeps it.

So far LR has not cleaned the stove top or the hallway. She's probably just waiting till the last minute, but I'll be surprised if she cleans the hall. I'll be even more surprised if she doesn't fail it. There are balls of hair floating along the edges along with other debris. She passed that inspection last time, even though I'm pretty sure she didn't clean it. It wasn't bad, though.

Man, good thing I'm not doing the inspections, because I'd fail people like a boss. Or a bitch. A really anal cleaning bitch.

Help?

Jul. 22nd, 2017 03:27 pm
silailo: (belldandy)
Would anyone here be willing to beta read a one-shot fic for me? It's almost 1800 words. No fandom knowledge is required. I'm just looking for quick feedback.

It's one I'd been working on for a while, but it stalled because I couldn't figure out where it was going and how to end it. I'm just afraid it's boring, and at this point I'm not even sure I'm going to post it.

Normally I don't get beta readers, but in case it would be really helpful.
silailo: (compass)
My LOUD ROOMMATE came back yesterday about 1am. I heard her come in and got up to go to the bathroom, and she saw me and apologized because she thought she woke me up. I said no, this is usually the time I wake up to go to the bathroom, which is true.

She used the shower tonight. ;_; At least I got to use it for a night while it was clean. Our cleaning inspection is on Monday. We'll see if she cleans the hallway. There are balls of hair floating around the edges. If she doesn't clean, and management doesn't see any of it.... I'm not sure how observant they really are.

I think she has a fascination with murder and slasher movies. But who am I to judge when I just started watching Castlevania on Netflix? Honestly, though, this show might be too violent for me. It's crossing my Baccano! threshold in many ways. I only decided to watch it because I've had an interest in vampire-themed shows, like Vampire Hunter D and Trinity Blood. Neither are as gory as this, though. At least the art is nice, and the voice acting seems good. Maybe that's because it isn't dubbed.

EDIT: Wait, there were only four episodes in the first "season"? WTF.

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I just went to go check the status of my graduate application. Last time, it said, "Complete and ready for review." I thought maybe this meant they received all my letters of recommendation to fully complete my application, but I wasn't sure.

But today it had a new line that said, "Decision: Contact Admissions Office". What....?? And at the bottom was a new button that said "Confirm your enrollment." Wait, does this mean I was accepted?

I clicked on the button and it said it saved my decision. Uhhh.....

So I'm not entirely certain what's going on. It sounds like I was accepted, because otherwise I don't think they'd ask me to confirm my enrollment. But I haven't gotten an email or letter or anything else.

Hopefully I'll get an acceptance letter soon. I put my Idaho address down as my current address, whereas my parents' address in WA is my permanent, so maybe I'll get a letter here at the apartment.

I'm actually a little excited about this.
silailo: (belldandy)
One thing I've been trying to do more is accept that I make ridiculous mistakes and that's okay. My whole life I've tended to beat myself up about making dumb mistakes that in the end don't really matter.

I really needed to get my car washed this week. It's been a while since its last wash, but the last place I went to wanted $12 for the wash I needed so I could get my undercarriage done. Their cheapest is $7, which is fine, but I didn't look at the cheapest price when I was there.

I wanted one of those places where you do it yourself. I found one and went to see how much it cost and what sort of payment it took. I was super happy to see they took card, so I immediately started in, except right after I started I realized I didn't have any towels!

Panicked, I completely forgot to use the scrub brush to scrub the dirt off my car, so I just rinsed and hurried over to the Walgreens across the street to pay $7 for a bundle of cheap terry towels that were stained with something weird, but I didn't care because I needed something ASAP. By then most of the water was almost dry, and all I did was smear the dirt all over my car. -_-

I said screw it, and went to the automatic car wash place for the $7 wash. I used the towels to dry off what their driers didn't get. However, I noticed there were some prominent scratches on my trunk and wondered if they'd always been there. I had read reviews online about this place scratching peoples' cars, but I always figured it was just people with those super expensive cars who always complain about everything hurting their precious, precious car. Maybe they were right? My car is old, so a few extra scratches isn't going to hurt its appearance.

Now that I know better, am better prepared, and how to use the DIY car wash, I will go there next time and only spend maybe $3-4 washing my own car.


In other news, I went out to the field today! I also let my supervisor know that I wanted more projects to do. There are certainly many things he wants me to do, but since he got back from California a few weeks ago, he's been struggling to answer 250+ emails. This is down from 300+ after he deleted the irrelevant stuff he didn't need to answer. He was in the office all day, answering those emails, meeting with people, and doing whatever else. I'm glad I stepped up and got myself a field assignment.

My roommate with the dirty feet has been gone for a few days. I don't know why, don't care, and don't know when she'll be back, but tonight I decided to scrub her footprints out of the bathtub. It actually takes a little effort. I guess it's the oils. I hope she's not back for a while yet because I want to shower without the shower mat I've been using to shield my feet from her grossness.

No change

Jul. 19th, 2017 06:20 pm
silailo: (belldandy blue)
There hasn't been any improvement at work. Yesterday I went with my supervisor and a bunch of other employees to go look at a mine that was going to open again at some point. It's been in operation on and off for something like a hundred years, and it was mostly about where they would put drill pads and roads and stuff. I felt a bit out of place because I didn't know exactly why I was even there. I don't think it was necessary to bring me along.

My supervisor had to leave early because his wife texted him and said their young son was really, really sick and throwing up a lot. So I spent the rest of the trip as the only representative of the archaeology crew and having pretty much everything go over my head. But I think my supervisor already got the gist of what our part in this project would be and what he needed to do. At least it burned up 10 hours and it was way better than languishing in the office trying to look busy.

I had a feeling he would not be in today because of that family emergency. It didn't sound like something a kid would recover from quickly.

I got a text from him early this morning, telling me now he was sick. I knew that might happen because I've had what his son has, and it's extremely contagious. My whole family got sick once, all in quick succession. I just hope I don't get it because I was in close proximity in a truck with him for most of yesterday and I don't know if he was already carrying whatever it is. It's weird because the AFA was also sick last weekend with something similar and he thought it was just food poisoning.

So I spent the day in the office messing around in GIS (first time I've touched it all season), renaming PDF files (there are a few thousand to rename, all those files I scanned), typing up my notes, getting my field photos off my phone and sorted into folders with photo logs, finishing what I could on a site form, and shifting the files in the cabinets because there were a few I had to put in that wouldn't fit. It would help if people didn't stuff things in to the point where you can't take one out without taking out twenty all at once.

My disappointment over this situation has returned. This is getting really embarrassing.

Yesterday my supervisor said a few days ago someone came into the office saying she and another person had been volunteers a couple of years ago and would be interested in doing it again. He looked at their notes for some sites they had monitored and was impressed. He seemed interested in the possibility of using them to monitor sites because we get some kind of brownie points for working with volunteers.

Um, how about you use me to monitor sites, since that's what you hired me to do?

I am so bothered by this. I'm so bothered by all of this.

Today I was in the mail room making new labels for the file cabinets when the lady who manages the budget came in to make some copies. She asked what I was up to and I explained what was going on with the files. She said she thought we had a lot of fieldwork to do, and I said, "What fieldwork?" I told her I was pretty much a sitting duck when no one else was around to work with me. No one ever gives me projects in the field to do on my own, and the few I have been given are stalled. She said I wasn't hired to do filing in the office all day, to which I heartily agreed.

I was so embarrassed by this interaction, but she seemed to understand my frustration. At this point three people know of my plight. But if the person who manages the budget knows about it, I know she's going to mention it to someone. She knows what's going on with the money and where it should be spent, and she will argue that no one should be wasting the already-strapped budget on seasonals they don't use.

I was going to mention some of my concerns to my supervisor today, but, alas, he was out sick, so..... And he might be sick tomorrow, too, and I have nothing--almost absolutely nothing--to do.

Last year I was outside every day to where I almost couldn't stand it anymore and welcomed time in the office. Now it feels like a treat to just step out in the parking lot. At least when I was in the office on my old forest they had our noses to the grindstone filling out paperwork.

I'm dreading tomorrow. If my supervisor is out sick again, I don't know what I'm going to with myself. I am so tired of this.

I'm not sure what he'll be doing if he does come in. According to his calendar he has something going on, but I don't know if he'll opt to answer his email and missed calls instead. If he comes in, I really don't want to get close to him because I'm afraid he might still be contagious or something.

Sometimes I wonder if this would be happening if I was a guy.

EDIT: There may be something I could do tomorrow if I'm alone. I will try to do something.

Oh, and the AFA called my phone today but didn't leave a message. I didn't call back because if he didn't leave a message, it wasn't important.

EDIT: Yeah, I think I'll try to go out tomorrow to these recreation residences that need some stuff done, like a little survey. I'll have to make a phone call first because I'm not a hundred percent sure which road we took last time, and I need to know a bit more about what needs to be done. If my supervisor is in tomorrow, I'll ask him what he thinks about it. I need to show I have initiative, not just to my supervisor, but to the people who have seen me bumming around the office. Ah, the curse of being a timid, passive person...

silailo: (adios)
So the other day I wondered if my LOUD ROOMMATE was still in college. She's doing some kind of internship here, but she's from Ohio. She never mentioned if she was still in college or if she had graduated. I secretly hoped she was still in college, because then she might move out before I have to leave. My university is on a quarter system*, unlike most other institutions. I thought, if this girl is still in college, and it has semesters, then she'll have to leave by sometime in August. I wouldn't have to leave until early September.

But right now she's on the phone talking about "when classes start again," and she mentioned Columbus, Ohio. Being the weirdo I am, I decided to look up what universities were in that area and when their fall semesters start. At least one starts in late August, like really late. The other starts in mid-August. I stopped there since those were the two major public schools I saw first. I'm not sure if she goes to a private one, if there is one. She's Catholic apparently, so I don't know if there are private Catholic universities there.

I bought a bathtub mat to use in the shower because she continues to leave dirty footprints in the tub, and because I am not a paid housekeeper I finally said screw it and stop scrubbing them out. I take the mat out at the end of my shower, dry off one side, and roll it up. It seems to dry out well on its own. I leave it in plain sight on some shelves in the bathroom, so I don't know if she's noticed.

She leaves water all over the floor, too. Ugh.

The stove is a complete mess. She left an old pot of mac 'n cheese to harden into cement, and another pot with some kind of liquid that's been sitting there for more than a week. There's grease all over the stove and the counters beside it. Sometimes there's hair on it. How in the ever living eff do you get hair on the stove top when you're cooking? Are you brushing your hair??

The other day I decided something that surprised me: I really don't like her. I rarely do this, because people, no matter their flaws or quirks, usually give me enough reason to like them more than not. Even that guy I lived with at the bunkhouse who was super messy and kind of a dick gave me enough reason to like him.

This chick? No. I'm not sure what set me over the edge. I've lived with messy and gross people before but I've never disliked them. They always had some redeeming qualities. It's like that pet that ruins your furniture and pees on your carpet but they're too cute to strangle.

I guess maybe it was that time she left her door open for a minute and I saw a hard cider bottle in her garbage can. I try not to glance in peoples' rooms when they leave the door open, but curiosity got the best of me (I figure others might do the same, so I keep my room clean). We are not allowed to have alcohol here. As long as no one sees it in your hand or at your mouth, you can't get in trouble. It shouldn't bother me, though, because it should fine if she wants to have an alcoholic beverage in her room. It's not like she's getting wasted and running around naked. She may or may not be 21 yet, it's hard to tell, because she sort of acts like she's 18. But again, it's not causing a problem.

It might bother me because I grew up with one of those "don't break the rules or you are a bad person" mentalities. Maybe it's my Christian upbringing. Or maybe it's because some people break rules because they think they can do whatever they want and don't think anyone should tell them what to do.

But, anyway, it was kind of the straw that broke the camel's back. Combined with all the other senseless grossness she creates, I decided her quirks do not agree with me.

Thus, I hope she leaves soon, preferably before me. It would be glorious to have a clean bathroom and stove top.




*They had tried to convert to a semester system, along with the community colleges, for a variety of reasons. It was vehemently opposed by the faculty and a lot of students, and the whole thing failed. The other private universities and high/middle/elementary schools are on semesters.
silailo: (belldandy blue)
I got a message about two weeks ago about a job I had applied for back when I was on unemployment last January, but I was at work when I got it, and I forgot to call them back to let them know I wasn't interested anymore. I figured, meh, why bother? But really I should've called them back, because I would still like to be considered for future openings. I'm afraid I might've made a bad impression by not calling back. It's an applicant pool, andI don't know if/when my application expires. My other application for the same place--but different position--still says "forwarded to hiring official for consideration," so I guess that means I can still be considered.

I'm going to need a job for the fall and there's really not a whole lot out there that doesn't make me queasy (customer service). Seasonal work for the holidays might not jive well with my school schedule if I get into grad school. If I'm in school again, archaeology is out of the question.

Right now I'm trying to update my resume, both on paper and on various job search websites.

YEAH DONE

Jul. 16th, 2017 04:13 pm
silailo: (mingchao pale)
Glass From Heaven Will Save Them is DONE!! POSTED. FINISHED. I'M SO GLAD.

Clocked in at a little over 51,000 words. Wow, that's the shortest multi-chaptered fic I've ever written. LOL It was only four chapters longer than planned. :P

At first it wouldn't let me mark it as complete at 14 chapters, so I emailed AO3 support. Then I realized it was because I had uploaded a bunch of drafts when I was trying to figure out my last problem. Whoops.






Now I can move on.

silailo: (Default)
When my parents came to visit, we went to City of Rocks National Reserve.

Photos under the cut )

Honestly, I'm a little disappointed in my Canon Rebel. I thought it would take way better pictures than this, but really it's no better than my point-and-shoot. It might be because I don't know how to take decent pictures to save my life, or work an expensive camera, in which case I can probably take great photos with my point-and-shoot if I knew how to fully utilize its features.

Mail probs

Jul. 14th, 2017 05:40 pm
silailo: (Default)
In addition to my last post, ever since I moved here we've been getting the wrong mail. We're supposed to return it to the office, but I usually get home too late. The office closes at 6pm, and I like to end work at 5:30. But then I think the manager leaves whenever she wants to, because even if I do to get there ten minutes before closing, the office will be closed already, or sometimes it's been closed all day. It's not open on weekends.

I don't typically pick up the mail, either, because someone has already done it by the time I get home. I think it's my LOUD ROOMMATE who does it because she gets home before I do, and we're the only two here in the evening. It could be some of the other girls do it because a lot of them work nights, and they're not here when I get back.

This problem could be easily solved if people just checked the mail to make sure it's ours. That way they could take it back to the office long before it closes.

Granted, the office might be closed for the reasons I stated above, but most of the time it shouldn't be.

It takes a while for someone to finally have the time to take the mail back. It can sit on our table for a week. And it isn't just other peoples' junk mail. Sometimes it appears to be bank statements or bills.

Yesterday someone brought back a piece of mail from the VA and a hospital. It was for a guy I met at the pool about a month ago who said he was a combat vet and needed multiple surgeries.* There was no reason for the postal worker to get this mixed up. The office had been closed all day, so no one could return it. I left a note on the table begging someone to take it back ASAP because I didn't want it sitting there for a week, and I would be gone all day at work. When I got home, it was gone.



*I should've just taken it to him since his address was on it, assuming he was home. He lives in a building close to mine.

silailo: (belldandy)
Remember my last post about how disappointed I was about work? Well, I heard two interesting stories at work the other day that made me think.

So, the last forest archaeologist was on this forest for about eight years. Then, a few years ago, he went through a major mental health crisis following a bad divorce. Twice he threatened to commit suicide, once by jumping off a bridge, and another time he wanted to shoot himself in the head with a nail gun. He was admitted to an inpatient facility while another archaeologist detailed in his place. Later he got a job on another forest and moved, and I've heard it's one of the worst forests in that particular state. Word is he's still having issues.

I was pretty shocked to hear this story. I don't know if this is why the Heritage Program here is in such chaos, or if it's always been like this. The story on my old forest was the archaeologist before the current one got sick with cancer and eventually passed away. As he got worse, the program started to come apart at the seams. Now they're trying to put it back together again. This may be the case for the forest I'm on now. They're definitely trying to clean stuff up. They act like everything is in disarray, and the office certainly looks like it.

Then I learned the current forest archaeologist didn't sell his house in the state he moved from. Some people had made an offer on it, but then backed out of the deal after the inspector supposedly gave them the wrong impression about his inspection report. But the archaeologist's family is already here, so now he has to pay rent and a mortgage until his house sells. His family will be strapped for cash for a while. I had no idea he was under that much stress. His job is hard enough as it is.

I realized then that I needed to help in any way I can, even if it's something small. At that point, I stopped being angry. But in order to be the most effective, I need to have the kinds of tasks that will reduce their workload, and that includes fieldwork and more relevant office work. This is why they hired me. They told me they had to fight to get funding to hire a seasonal, so unless they use me to my fullest potential, they'll have a hard time justifying the costs next time around. I'm pretty sure other people in the office have seen me sitting around doing almost nothing.

Today I went out on a UTV with a district ranger and someone from rec. I needed to survey a proposed trail reroute. They told me their funding for various trail projects will disappear at the end of September, and they need all the paperwork ready to go by the start of September. They've kept putting it off because our Heritage office has put off our end of the work for whatever reason. The ranger couldn't understand why because supposedly we've had plenty of time to do it. Now they can't put it off anymore. So I told him I'd get started right away on the report and tell our archaeologist the details.

It's all so frustrating because the assistant archaeologist, the person who knows the most about the goings-on around here, where stuff is at in the files/computer, and what's expected of us by the state, isn't here. I guess he's doing some projects up north with that crew (who actually are with the Forest Service, but a different forest). This is partly why I feel abandoned. The person who should be training me is training someone else who's not even on our forest. I don't know the whole story behind why he's doing this, but from the way it sounds, it wasn't entirely his choice.

It felt so good to get out and feel useful today, though. I don't care that I had to work on a Friday and worked more than 40 hours this week. When I got back to the office my supervisor let me start filling out a site form for something I found today.




But, ugh, now my loud roommate is home. Let the door-slamming, muttering, and LOUD NORMAL TALKING VOICE commence.

Also, I think I've gained a little weight. I eat high calorie food because during the work season I figure it's okay because I burn so many calories in the field anyway. But since I haven't been out in the field much... Man, I wish I could cook more so I can eat healthier food, but our kitchen is so............blech. And there isn't much room available to store my own cookware. Pretty much all the drawers and cabinets are taken. I was lucky to get one drawer for my silverware and I share a cabinet with someone for my pot and pan. There's absolutely no room on the counter for my coffee maker. The only available area that has at least a little room gets splattered with grease. One girl just has to have her Kitchen Aid, blender, food processor, toaster, toaster oven, and something like five canisters of shake mixes on the counter, which takes up 50% of the counter space. She doesn't use most of them that often.

The rest of it is taken up by everyone's dish drying mats with dishes that are always sitting on them, except me because there's no room for me anyway. I finally had to unload the dishwasher with one girl's crap still in it from two days ago. I set it all on the dirty table, because there was literally nowhere else to put it.

Someone put a box of random trash in the pantry and there's a box of moldy strawberries sitting on it. WTF.
silailo: (bottle rose)
[personal profile] kalloway and [personal profile] iteria , this is the offending text. The sentence in bold is the one I had to delete so it would post. I couldn't even type it up in the reply box.

offendingtext


Since removing the sentence is of no consequence--and may actually be better--I was happy to get rid of it.

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