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"plum blossom" ver. 16
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There are people on
the net that
have nothing better to do with their time then be nasty
to other
people online. They post rude comments, spend hours a
day talking
about sites they hate so much, that they well, spend
hours a day
talking about them. (lame) They mock the owners and
posters for
their opinions and their right to free speech. They
expect everyone
to fit into their narrow-minded little world view or
else they throw
a temper tantrum.
To these people I say
grow up.
Here's a bit of info
people...the
web is a HUGE place. If you don't like what I say here,
or who I am,
or what I do, or talk about, or what I look like, or
the color of my
hair, or whatever asinine thing you dwell on, go
somewhere else.
It's really, really easy. Honest. You just click the
little "x" in
the corner of your browser and *poof* the offending,
big, mean and
nasty site has disappeared.
I pay for this site.
It's mine.
That means I can use it for whatever the hell I want
to. Don't like
it if I'm bitching about something in my life? Oh
fucking well. Go
somewhere else. Think I'm stupid for expressing my
thoughts? Too
fucking bad, don't read them. Somewhere along the line,
someone
forgot this simple fact: Live and let live Don't
like me,
cool, fine, whatever, I don't care. This journal
is NOT for
you. It's for me. I'm not in it for popularity or fame
or anything
stupid like that. I write it because I need to write
and express
myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So read
or don't, it
doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours)
bitching about
it.
*gets off soapbox*
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Another Day, Another Dollar Tomorrow, I'll be in at the temp job covering for kwsapphire's day off. Which, hey, yeah! Extra cashola. Always a needed commodity. It just means that I actually need to try to get to sleep at a decent hour tonight. Oh and of course, manage to haul myself out of bed in the morning. Which is always difficult on good days and sadly, my fatigue levels have been through the roof lately. I sleep fine - in fact, I sleep too much and too deep. My whole night is full of dreams so vivid they actually wear me out, leaving me feeling more tired than when I started. It's weird too because I'll wake up but I won't be able to keep a hold of consciousness and sleep will drag me right back down and POOF I'm immediately back into a dream. It's so strange. It shouldn't work that way.
I'm waiting on someone to pay for an invoice. She ordered a necklace and earring set and if she likes it, will order two more of each to give to her bridesmaids. I sent her the invoice, but... Nothing so far. I hope she comes through with it soon since I'm going to need the cash. (Tomorrow's temp job hours will get processed on their next invoice week which should be next Friday.) I even had to do something I absolutely panic and loathe and speak to her on the phone to answer some questions (and thus by virtue of caller id doing something else I hate which is allowing someone to have my home phone number) so I know she's 100% committed to the order. Which is all the more reason I'm anxious to get the notification of payment received. I don't, by the way, mean that I didn't want to talk to my customer specifically, just that I have a terrible anxiety over talking on the phone to strangers. I mean, full on, irrational panic. I never used to have the problem, but these days? Oy. It's awful. In three years, I've never had anyone want to speak to me on the phone about orders before, so I tell you, I was really thrown by it yesterday. I mean....call some stranger? From the internet? Eek. I wanted the sale though so I did and I don't think I came across as a blubbering idiot. She did, afterall, confirm that she wanted the order. And yet, I'm all panicky that she changed her mind or something since I sent the invoice yesterday and haven't seen a reply yet.
Bah. I hate the pre-order tension. When it's lingering and pending and a probability but not quite a done deal, you know? And I have a ton of new stuff to get up on the site but I just haven't had time. Today, I borrowed Rand's Jeep and ran some errands since I'm at the temp job tomorrow. Other days I have other projects to do, housework to catch up on, or just too fatigued to grind out the tedious process of uploading images, resizing images, writing up pages and descriptions of the products, getting the paypal code, updating the main category pages and then publishing the whole thing. It takes an inordinately long time. But there's a lot of pretty new earrings and some nice new necklaces as well. It'll be great when I finally get around to finishing the update! (I am hoping perhaps that a few people might want some items for Mother's Day.)
Anyway, just a bit of a frazzled update. Pending on what they've got for me to do tomorrow, I might be around a little on-and-off then as well.