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Screw you, Three of Swords!
Apr. 11th, 2005 10:21 pmI-Con post and pictures are coming. Please be patient. This is a little more pressing.
So, Saturday night, after cosplay, the party headed back to Katie's room to charge Alex's phone and rest a little bit. After being in those boots all day (I was cosplaying Rinoa), my feet were killing me. They still haven't completely recovered. Anyway, to pass the time until the Anime Dance Party -- to which we were fashionably late, but was incredibly fun -- Alex decided to give us tarot readings with his brand-new cards. The last card that came up in mine was the Three of Swords. If you don't know -- and a few of you reading probably don't -- the Three of Swords is three swords (REALLY?!) though a heart. It represents heartbreak. The question in mind obviously had to do with Phill because I've been worrying about him a lot lately, and the Three of Swords just sitting there, reversed, did nothing to ease my worry.
It reared its ugly head today.
I went to work this morning and got there a little before nine this morning. First of all, I was still dead tired from the con but I figured once I started working and/or watching the game, I'd feel a little better. I went to the press gate and asked security where I was supposed to go because it was more or less my first day ever, and they sent me back around to the other side of the stadium, where I had just come from, to wait on a line. I asked security again just to doublecheck, and went on the line.
The line itself wasn't that long, but it moved really slowly because I got on at maybe five or ten after nine, and didn't get off until over two hours later. I didn't even make it to the front of the line. So I was waiting, waiting, and towards the front, this girl ahead of me asked one of the supervisor people floating around "What happens if we don't have our uniforms?" Supervisor-person sort of scoffed and said "Who wouldn't have their uniform?" I took it as an opportunity and said, "I never got a uniform or ID or anything cuz it's my first day," so supervisor-person pulled me out of the line and brought me to this other woman.
She said the uniform deposit was $20. Thursday, when I had been called and asked to work, I was told it was $5, and that was all I had on me, seeing as how I spent the last $40 I had -- from my last John Shawn check, I made that shit LAST -- at I-Con, mostly on food. But that's when I started to get a little upset, though I didn't show it. Then I had to speak to someone else who said it was good that I didn't have a uniform (I thought, "It is? It's Opening Day and there are already people in the stadium!") because I was retail -- don't know what that had to do with anything -- but then she sent me up to field level, all the way out in left field. I had entered through right field, in fair territory. :/
I had to walk aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way around the stupid stadium, but I did it, figuring I'd be able to get to work soon and Opening Day and yay! So I went into the office-thing, and told the one person inside I didn't have a uniform or ID or anything, and he called for someone else, who got angry at me. He was all "Well what time did you get here?" and I said, "Nine. Just before nine," and explained about going to the press gate and back to the long line and he got angrier and said "Well Vicky was out there from 9 to 9:30 so blah blah blah" and I thought, "Who's Vicky? I don't know who Vicky is," but I just kinda stood there and asked if there was still anything I could do. And that's when he said the uniform deposit was THIRTY-five dollars. When we had spoken on the phone, I didn't hear the "thirty" part, which, in retrospect, makes sense, because five dollars was rather low for a deposit. I said I didn't have the thirty-five dollars because I had misheard and the guy really started to lose it. I was so tired and my feet were killing me and I was idle and they were mad so I figured it wasn't worth it and I quit.
(On the bright side, though, I'm no longer waiting by the phone for a call, feeling horribly tethered. I'm freer now. And I'll have no conflicts with the FF vs. Kaiju thing over the next couple of weekends. I guess I can reapply for BABW and see if they'll take me on as summer help, cuz that would just be AWESOME, seeing how I love that store. If not, I'm sure there's someplace else in the mall I can go. Maybe I can find a job where I get to walk around and/or sit for a while, too. The last thing I need is to develop more knee problems.)
I called Phill. I knew he was nearby because he said he was out in field left. I blubbered and then ran over to him and explained the whole thing in person. He did his best to comfort me and get me to calm down until he had to leave for loge level and get to work.
So what's this got to do with everything? Well, the Three of Swords, like I said, represents heartbreak. Those of you who have known me for more than an hour know that I'm a BIIIIIIIG Mets fan. And I always thought that working at Shea Stadium would be really cool. What could be better than getting paid while watching Mets games? When I landed this job, I thought one of my dreams was coming true. Apparently not. Heartbreak. And what's it got to do with Phill? For the past eight months or so, since he started Paramedic school, we've been seeing less and less and less of each other. In fact, aside from today, I can't remember the last time that I did see him. It's like we're slipping back into just being casual friends and needless to say, THAT REALLY SUCKS AND I DON'T WANT IT. When I got the job, we were both happy because he could wander around when it wasn't his shift and talk to me, even if only for a minute, cuz that's better than nothing. Now, we're back to where we started, and since it's baseball season, he's going to pull more volee shifts at Corona. While just seeing him was far from the question I had in mind during the reading, it's still pretty dead-on, and a little creepy.
Come on, Six of Wands. I could use my victory right about now.
I-Con post and pictures TOMORROW.
So, Saturday night, after cosplay, the party headed back to Katie's room to charge Alex's phone and rest a little bit. After being in those boots all day (I was cosplaying Rinoa), my feet were killing me. They still haven't completely recovered. Anyway, to pass the time until the Anime Dance Party -- to which we were fashionably late, but was incredibly fun -- Alex decided to give us tarot readings with his brand-new cards. The last card that came up in mine was the Three of Swords. If you don't know -- and a few of you reading probably don't -- the Three of Swords is three swords (REALLY?!) though a heart. It represents heartbreak. The question in mind obviously had to do with Phill because I've been worrying about him a lot lately, and the Three of Swords just sitting there, reversed, did nothing to ease my worry.
It reared its ugly head today.
I went to work this morning and got there a little before nine this morning. First of all, I was still dead tired from the con but I figured once I started working and/or watching the game, I'd feel a little better. I went to the press gate and asked security where I was supposed to go because it was more or less my first day ever, and they sent me back around to the other side of the stadium, where I had just come from, to wait on a line. I asked security again just to doublecheck, and went on the line.
The line itself wasn't that long, but it moved really slowly because I got on at maybe five or ten after nine, and didn't get off until over two hours later. I didn't even make it to the front of the line. So I was waiting, waiting, and towards the front, this girl ahead of me asked one of the supervisor people floating around "What happens if we don't have our uniforms?" Supervisor-person sort of scoffed and said "Who wouldn't have their uniform?" I took it as an opportunity and said, "I never got a uniform or ID or anything cuz it's my first day," so supervisor-person pulled me out of the line and brought me to this other woman.
She said the uniform deposit was $20. Thursday, when I had been called and asked to work, I was told it was $5, and that was all I had on me, seeing as how I spent the last $40 I had -- from my last John Shawn check, I made that shit LAST -- at I-Con, mostly on food. But that's when I started to get a little upset, though I didn't show it. Then I had to speak to someone else who said it was good that I didn't have a uniform (I thought, "It is? It's Opening Day and there are already people in the stadium!") because I was retail -- don't know what that had to do with anything -- but then she sent me up to field level, all the way out in left field. I had entered through right field, in fair territory. :/
I had to walk aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall the way around the stupid stadium, but I did it, figuring I'd be able to get to work soon and Opening Day and yay! So I went into the office-thing, and told the one person inside I didn't have a uniform or ID or anything, and he called for someone else, who got angry at me. He was all "Well what time did you get here?" and I said, "Nine. Just before nine," and explained about going to the press gate and back to the long line and he got angrier and said "Well Vicky was out there from 9 to 9:30 so blah blah blah" and I thought, "Who's Vicky? I don't know who Vicky is," but I just kinda stood there and asked if there was still anything I could do. And that's when he said the uniform deposit was THIRTY-five dollars. When we had spoken on the phone, I didn't hear the "thirty" part, which, in retrospect, makes sense, because five dollars was rather low for a deposit. I said I didn't have the thirty-five dollars because I had misheard and the guy really started to lose it. I was so tired and my feet were killing me and I was idle and they were mad so I figured it wasn't worth it and I quit.
(On the bright side, though, I'm no longer waiting by the phone for a call, feeling horribly tethered. I'm freer now. And I'll have no conflicts with the FF vs. Kaiju thing over the next couple of weekends. I guess I can reapply for BABW and see if they'll take me on as summer help, cuz that would just be AWESOME, seeing how I love that store. If not, I'm sure there's someplace else in the mall I can go. Maybe I can find a job where I get to walk around and/or sit for a while, too. The last thing I need is to develop more knee problems.)
I called Phill. I knew he was nearby because he said he was out in field left. I blubbered and then ran over to him and explained the whole thing in person. He did his best to comfort me and get me to calm down until he had to leave for loge level and get to work.
So what's this got to do with everything? Well, the Three of Swords, like I said, represents heartbreak. Those of you who have known me for more than an hour know that I'm a BIIIIIIIG Mets fan. And I always thought that working at Shea Stadium would be really cool. What could be better than getting paid while watching Mets games? When I landed this job, I thought one of my dreams was coming true. Apparently not. Heartbreak. And what's it got to do with Phill? For the past eight months or so, since he started Paramedic school, we've been seeing less and less and less of each other. In fact, aside from today, I can't remember the last time that I did see him. It's like we're slipping back into just being casual friends and needless to say, THAT REALLY SUCKS AND I DON'T WANT IT. When I got the job, we were both happy because he could wander around when it wasn't his shift and talk to me, even if only for a minute, cuz that's better than nothing. Now, we're back to where we started, and since it's baseball season, he's going to pull more volee shifts at Corona. While just seeing him was far from the question I had in mind during the reading, it's still pretty dead-on, and a little creepy.
Come on, Six of Wands. I could use my victory right about now.
I-Con post and pictures TOMORROW.
