Penned in

Sep. 9th, 2017 04:35 pm
silailo: (she monster)
I don't know why I do this to myself on the weekends when I know it's best for me to just stay in until Sunday when I go do my grocery shopping. But I guess I have so little time to do anything else during the week that it's a bit like releasing a dam.

And there will be whining )
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.

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.
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.

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.
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.

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)
Oh my gosh, I still can't add a chapter to my fic on AO3! I don't see anyone else complaining on other social media sites. Is it just me? I probably won't hear from them until tomorrow. *impatient*

I'm debating with myself about how much music I should buy and what artist. I was looking at my iTunes wishlist, but knowing Amazon sometimes has mp3's for cheaper, I checked them, too. One I really want to get is Lecrae's Anomaly. I never thought I'd be into rap, let alone Christian rap, but this guy blows my mind. You don't hear songs like Dirty Water from Christian musicians. My mouth hung open while listening to the lyrics. I'm pretty sure there are references to the Flint water crisis in there.

Another album I was eyeing is Susan Aglukark's Blood Red Earth. I only have two albums by her, and to be completely honest I'm not super crazy about her music, but I did like the other two CDs I have of hers. I've been following her Twitter and really enjoy her posts about indigenous rights in Canada. It was through her Twitter that I discovered William Prince and I was sold on him after hearing You Got Me. He's a wonderful lyricist.

I've also had Kerrianne Cox's Return To Country on my wishlist. I have her other two albums and would like to have the last one.

Then there's Broken's Walls' The Father's Dance. I have just one of their albums, mainly because I wasn't totally sold on their sound, but I've been following their Facebook for a few years and kinda grew attached. I should buy more of their stuff.

It's funny, for a Christian I really don't listen to a whole lot of Christian music, mostly because so much of it sounds generic and it just doesn't interest me. That's probably why I was drawn to Lecrae and developed an interest in Broken Walls. I tried Third Day's Move a while back and totally loved it, except when I listened to their other albums I hat. I don't know why that one album turned out so different from all the others. Did someone else write the music?



I need to be at work tomorrow by 6am. Actually, we have to be rolling out of the parking lot by 6am. We have to drive something like three hours north for work-related reasons, and then drive back later. This means I need to be up a little after 4am. Which means I need to be in bed about 8pm, in about an hour, but I took a nap this afternoon so I have no idea if I'll be able to get to sleep at a reasonable time. And I hope whoever's in the shower right now will be done soon because I need to shower and start getting ready for bed. My roommate has a few friends over from out of town for a couple of days, so I don't know who's in there. One of the friends is a guy. OUR FEMALE SANCTUARY HAS BEEN VIOLATED.
silailo: (Firepower)
Maybe I'm being a little too hard on my roommate. Despite our differences, she's actually a nice, sociable person. I think she's introverted like I am, too.

It's going to be crazy hot here next week, but it'll be a bit hotter in the town where I used to work, which is weird because I'm further south now in a drier place. But I'm higher in seal level, so maybe that has something to do with it. The other day I was working at 7000 feet.

I did some survey by myself for the first time ever. I don't know how many acres it was, but in total it probably took about six hours. It was difficult because it was on a slope at a ski resort. It was nice to move at my own pace, and because it wasn't in some remote wooded area, and close to a road, it wasn't scary (I have some seen some spooky woods that I would never want to be alone in). The resort has an abandoned chair lift that the owners want to take out and reinstall a new one.
Pics under the cut )

Yikes

Jul. 1st, 2017 03:13 pm
silailo: (compass)
Good lord. So the roommate whose room is next to mine is the loudest person I've ever met. Her "normal" speaking voice is borderline yelling. It's like she's trying to talk to you from across a large room. I noticed that upon first meeting her. It sets my nerves on edge because I'm really sensitive to shouting, thanks in part to growing up with a volatile mother.

Not only that, but she's always slamming the doors, cupboards, drawers.... If I didn't know any better, I would think she's angry about something, but she's not, that's just how she is. It reminds me of my mom when she's angry and slamming things around. My roommate will close the door to her room and it'll rattle the walls. I just want to sit in my room and enjoy the quiet, until she starts moving around, and it's like little shots through my nerves.

She mutters to herself a lot, too. I had to turn on my little fan this morning because she was in her room muttering to herself and I couldn't stand it.

She cooks meat every night on the stove and doesn't clean up the grease splatter, either. The last person I knew who did that was the guy I lived with at the bunkhouse during my first season with the Forest Service.

In other news, I did a little bit of shopping today. I'm sad because I had to stop myself from spending needlessly, but I bought a sterling silver necklace chain that was on sale because I liked its design, and I thought it was a pretty good deal (super cheap). I went around to some other stores but didn't buy anything. I went home because, frankly, I was sick of people.

I thought about seeing a movie this weekend, but again, don't want to spend the money. I'm a little worried because I can't access my employee account at work yet, so I can't fill out a timesheet. Everything got really messed up and delayed after the hiring freeze, so the onboarding for recent hires is backed up, and they told me it'd take about ten days before I can have access to my account. I don't know what this will mean for my paycheck if my timesheet is late. I'll have to ask. I'm going to be really upset if I have to wait until the next pay period to get paid! I'm supposed to be putting money into my savings, not taking money out!

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