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DDRed for the first time in forever tonight. I've been so sore from work that I haven't felt like playing. Bleh. My muscles are getting used to being used all night, though, so tonight I was up to the challenge.

ENDLESS MODE COMBO: 325!!!

Muahahaha...

Yeah, I'm still on light mode. I need to finish the rest of the yellow songs with at least an A before I move on... My stamina is way up, though. I remember having a hard time getting up a single flight of stairs. It's been a long time since I noticed it, but the last time we were at the mall, the escalator was broken, and running up didn't wind me at all. I still can't run the .75 mile around our block, but it'll come.

The definition in my forearms is getting really noticeable, and my shoulders are starting to get some as well. My legs have looked great for awhile now, what with biking to work every day in Madill. I'm gonna have to do something with my abs and back to get that complete balance back, though. Pilates, maybe.

I need a punching bag or a sparring partner or something. I really enjoy punching my brothers in the upper arm when we're play-fighting, but they all whine now because I hit a lot harder than I used to. Wussies! Can't even take a girl hitting them in the arm. LOL!

What else to do tonight? It's almost 2:00, and +Kyle is going to be going to bed soon. I'm probably going to play some DII unless anyone is around and wants to chat. ^_^

Other perhaps largely more important progress was made today, but also a major step backward. )

+Kyle and I talked about my job today. He's ashamed of it, and by extension, perhaps, me. He absolutely hates the fact that I work at "fucking Wal-Mart". He hates the fact that it's manual labour. His reasoning is that I'm better than that...more intelligent, more talented, and more skilled. I could be doing something "more worthwhile", and making more money doing it. He hates the shift hours, although he said he'd rather me work any other job with the same hours. He hates the company itself. He would shop at other stores if we were better off financially.

I explained, or tried to, exactly what it is that I am enjoying so much about this job. It's so easy. Physically, sure, it's hard work, but it's mindless. I don't have to think.


Anyone with a fourth grade reading level could do this job. Heck, anyone who can match labels can do this job. You don't have to be particularly skilled to work at The Dreaded Mart of Wal, although I don't think you could pass the CBLs if you can't read.


But back to the point... I like not having to think about work. I like not having to consider things like elements of design, or which font to use, or having to draw and re-draw something to get it just right, or editing graphics, or working photos for a bloody paycheck. My creative batteries have been spent for far too long, and they need a recharge. I've had moments of inspiration, and neither the time nor the energy nor even the will to do anything with my ideas. This has gone on for years. My list of creative projects is too long, and now I have a chance to pare it down and actually DO some of it.

First on the list is to complete this costume before Halloween. All that entails is building and covering the wing frame, and getting some fangs and coloured contacts. I think it'd be great fun to dress up and go out again this year...dunno what'll be playing, but I bet some of the clubs in town will have costume parties. It's not exactly a medieval theme, but I'd love to wear it to the RenFaire this October. There are plenty of fantasy-themed costume-wearers there. Not only that, but there are conventions coming up, and with any luck we'll be able to go to some of them. There's always a costume contest.

So yeah...it's not much to complete for one project, but I haven't had the inspiration to finish it until now. Now all I need is the resources. Guess what you need to have for those kinds of resources? A JOB!

Yeah, there are no doubt better places to work. There's always something better out there, somewhere, no matter the subject. But the pay is decent, the benefits are great starting out, and only get better as you go, and the company is founded on solid (Christian!) principles. No, Sam Walton didn't beat his employees over the head with a 10 lb. King James, but the basic principle of the company is to respect others, and lead by being a servant. It's no wonder the chain has been so very prosperous...you don't get much more Christlike than by having that kind of attitude. Yeah, they've run a lot of small businesses out of town. They've bought a lot more businesses out. Sure, there's a lot of inter-company propoganda, look how great a company we are, and aren't you glad you work for us, but the proof is in the pudding, as they say.

For now, I'm not only grateful to have a job at all...I'm incredibly thankful for everything about it. I love the work. I love the hours. I love the people with whom I work. I explained all of this to +Kyle, and I think he got what I was saying, for the most part, but he doesn't really care. It's one more thing that's not good enough for him.

But for now, I'm going to play a little more DII and get to bed around 8:00. We're supposed to go over to mom and dad's this afternoon to play Mechwarrior clix with the boys, have dinner and go to church...dunno in what order, though.

Annoyed

Jun. 8th, 2004 10:32 am
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Okay...so +Kyle went to talk to my dad yesterday. He won't tell me what he
went to talk to him about, but I'm sure I can guess...what else would he
talk about other than everything he's been going on about with me? He's not
satisfied with my giving up a friend for the sake of trying to make our
marriage work out. He wants total separation...for me to never even say
"hi, howya doin'?" again. I find that unreasonable. When those former
feelings are gone...when emotional separation has taken place...I don't see
the problem with a "hi, how are you?" once or twice a month, if that. I
don't have to talk to him all the time anymore, but I don't see the problem
in a once-in-a-while thing, either. +Kyle says it's because Scooter has
never been a friend to either of us, and he wishes I could see that. You
know, even if that is true...I *am* a friend...or I try to be, at any rate.

+Kyle hates me being goth right now, especially the overall look (it
'repulses' him). He's convinced that it's evil and that it revolves around
a constant "woe is me" attitude. Nevermind that I am generally in a better
mood when I go all out with it. It's fun, and it fits me. It doesn't
matter that it's something I enjoy. It doesn't matter that it's something
I'm willing to NOT do around +Kyle *because* he doesn't like it. That's not
enough. I can't do it at all because it "reflects on him". This from the
very person who told me to stop worrying about what people think of me,
because he never worries about what people think of him.

Then there's the sex issue. I'm sure he brought that up, since it's such a
huge sticking point. He thinks that multiple times a day or more is perfectly
reasonable. I think 2-4 times a week is plenty. Oh sure, about once a
month, I get to where once a day sounds pretty good, but no...I should want
it all the time too, or at the very least, put out whenever he wants it,
because that's surely what the Bible means.

I'm sure he went on about how he's made all these changes and how I'm
punishing him by making him wait for me to love him like I should. How we
shouldn't even be in this situation, and shouldn't I be getting there
faster?

I'm reasonably certain he's still going through my email. I opened Outlook
Express this morning, and it was open to a full-screen instead of windowed.
I never use the full-screen option with my email client, and there are a lot
of times I keep Internet Explorer and/or other windows windowed.

Don't know if it would have come up or not, but he hates my job. Oh, he's
thankful for it, but he hates the hours, hates that we never see each other,
etc. So what does he do when we do have spare moments? He bitches about
how we never see each other. Why not, instead, do something productive like
ENJOY what little time we do have? I told him this last night when he
wouldn't shut up, knowing full well that I needed to leave in order to get
there on time. I just barely made it before 10:00, and that was only
because Assistant Manager John was within shouting distance of the time
clock. Normally, one has to wait about 5 minutes on a page.

I have to wonder if he told my dad anything about the fight we had last
week...the one where he threatened both our lives, and did in fact cause me
physical harm even after swearing not to ever again. I think I hurt him too
a couple of times, but since it was to get a loaded weapon away from him,
and not just for the sake of being cruel, I think it's justified.

Did he bring up *anything* I've told him about my feelings on these various
matters? Did he talk about how, so often when there's something he wants
from me, he sulks, pouts and argues until I give in? Did he complain about
how he has two degrees and works at "a fucking grocery store"?

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