the job, two days in + miscellaneous
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rushthatspeaksNote regarding world events: I don't have anything to say that hasn't been said already, or linked to by others. Am working on doing what I can financially and on trying to think of anything else I can do-- it's rather frustrating, because I can't even give blood (my tattoo is too recent). I will probably follow ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yhlee's excellent lead and sign up for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fandom_charity, and hopefully this will at least be something.
I've completed training for the job. It's going to be fine as long as I work half-days, or have at least a day between whole-day shifts to rest; basically either opening or closing exhausts me, so I shouldn't do them both on one day. Having pulled my first shift while I was off my meds due to a now-thankfully-fixed prescription-transferral snafu probably didn't help, but my second day did not leave me wiped out. I think it's a good job as far as amount of work and responsibility and supervision, too-- in other words, this is a one-person store, I do everything myself while I'm there (customer service, cleaning, stocking), but it's absolutely tiny, doesn't sell too many products, and doesn't have somebody breathing down my neck every minute. In fact, I only talk to my boss twice a day on the phone, to clock in and clock out. I can live with that. ^_^ I don't think I could put up with the job indefinitely, but it'll be a good way to increase stamina for grad school, and the bread is very good. Also, it's very part-time, which I need, and I think will help me work up to a better job.
It looks like I'm probably going to be doing Tuesdays and Thursdays for a while, in, um, some mess of shifts or other. I'll keep people posted as I know, but Management does not seem to believe in scheduling terribly far in advance. If you want to drop by and see me, you should probably mention ahead of time so I can tell you whether I'll be there. If you happen to be randomly in the area, I'm the girl with the blue hair and the nose ring. I recommend the azuki cream bun, the custard cream, and the an-pan and would advise you against the chocolate croissant.
I promise to be more interesting later (and am in fact STILL working on a wedding entry), but the meds stop-and-restart, the new job, my inability to cope with most everything on the news, and some domestic tension have combined to leave me grindingly exhausted, and I have not really been on LJ much, especially since it counts a source of news. For now, have a BPAL review.
Nyarlathotep
Lab description: And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences - of electricity and psychology - and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of a nightmare. {Ed.'s note: H.P. Lovecraft; unattributed in description.}
Brooding, yet electric: the scent of buried secrets, roiling nightmares, the essence of the Crawling Chaos, the Father of Knives and Locusts, the Hunter in the Dark. This is the blackest of ritual incenses charged with flashes of ozone.
Vial: I have to admit, the existence of this scent was one of the reasons I caved in to the BPAL crack-purveyors. I formed the intention of having this on the shelf forever the minute I saw the name, and it was going to be immaterial whether I liked the perfume. Lovecraft! Perfume named after Lovecraft! When I was in high school, I was going to be the Definitive Biographer of Howard Phillips Lovecraft (yes I know this means I wanted to be S.T. Joshi shut up), and they could probably sell me *dirt* if it had interesting Lovecraft associations (though I do mean genuinely interesting and unique, thank you). But, I mean, I've seen A Shoggoth on the Roof, the Lovecraftian musical, and I've been scheming for some time to get myself a Miskatonic University Rainbow Alliance T-shirt. So I admit to being a sucker for this kind of thing. Frankly, I revel in it.
Upon opening: gee, this is just as dark as they said it was, and it's very, very incensey. I don't really know enough about kinds of incense to tell apart whatever they stuck in here, but there's definitely more than one. This scent is, well, it's lurking. Complicatedly lurking, with a whiff of spicy. This smells very male to me, actually.
Wet: Something in here is, in fact, making me think of Egypt. I have no idea why, but it's a dry, dusty sort of smell, the sort of smell you'd come up with if you tried conceptualizing the smell of an ancient Egyptian tomb. It's even more complex than it was initially, because there's an airy, light top wave that's almost honey or floral, and then the incense pounces. Weirdquark claims she smells something intermittently sharp and tickly, probably the ozone, but I'm not getting it. Still extremely male, and, while very nice, not a scent I'm certain is suited to me.
Drydown: More and more incense. I smell like a head shop. A nice head shop, the kind where the proprietor is stoned and amiable rather than stoned and threatening, but I still feel like I ought to break out a tie-dyed T-shirt.
One hour later: Yup, head shop. Well, correction: as I put it to my wife, I smell like a complex deconstruction on the theme of smelling like a head shop. As this matures and mellows, it's a very dry, dark incense with an appealing dash of sweetness-- I could see wearing this, but I'd have to be in precisely the right mood for it. Opinions of others in the household are positive but not enthused.
Conclusion: Yay for truth in advertising! This is, yet again, a perfectly named scent. I'll keep the vial, and would not pass up a bottle if one happened along cheaply, but it isn't a must-have. This also smells so male that I'm going to attack the Household Guy with it and see what happens, which should be very entertaining.
yhlee's excellent lead and sign up for fandom_charity, and hopefully this will at least be something.I've completed training for the job. It's going to be fine as long as I work half-days, or have at least a day between whole-day shifts to rest; basically either opening or closing exhausts me, so I shouldn't do them both on one day. Having pulled my first shift while I was off my meds due to a now-thankfully-fixed prescription-transferral snafu probably didn't help, but my second day did not leave me wiped out. I think it's a good job as far as amount of work and responsibility and supervision, too-- in other words, this is a one-person store, I do everything myself while I'm there (customer service, cleaning, stocking), but it's absolutely tiny, doesn't sell too many products, and doesn't have somebody breathing down my neck every minute. In fact, I only talk to my boss twice a day on the phone, to clock in and clock out. I can live with that. ^_^ I don't think I could put up with the job indefinitely, but it'll be a good way to increase stamina for grad school, and the bread is very good. Also, it's very part-time, which I need, and I think will help me work up to a better job.
It looks like I'm probably going to be doing Tuesdays and Thursdays for a while, in, um, some mess of shifts or other. I'll keep people posted as I know, but Management does not seem to believe in scheduling terribly far in advance. If you want to drop by and see me, you should probably mention ahead of time so I can tell you whether I'll be there. If you happen to be randomly in the area, I'm the girl with the blue hair and the nose ring. I recommend the azuki cream bun, the custard cream, and the an-pan and would advise you against the chocolate croissant.
I promise to be more interesting later (and am in fact STILL working on a wedding entry), but the meds stop-and-restart, the new job, my inability to cope with most everything on the news, and some domestic tension have combined to leave me grindingly exhausted, and I have not really been on LJ much, especially since it counts a source of news. For now, have a BPAL review.
Nyarlathotep
Lab description: And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences - of electricity and psychology - and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of a nightmare. {Ed.'s note: H.P. Lovecraft; unattributed in description.}
Brooding, yet electric: the scent of buried secrets, roiling nightmares, the essence of the Crawling Chaos, the Father of Knives and Locusts, the Hunter in the Dark. This is the blackest of ritual incenses charged with flashes of ozone.
Vial: I have to admit, the existence of this scent was one of the reasons I caved in to the BPAL crack-purveyors. I formed the intention of having this on the shelf forever the minute I saw the name, and it was going to be immaterial whether I liked the perfume. Lovecraft! Perfume named after Lovecraft! When I was in high school, I was going to be the Definitive Biographer of Howard Phillips Lovecraft (yes I know this means I wanted to be S.T. Joshi shut up), and they could probably sell me *dirt* if it had interesting Lovecraft associations (though I do mean genuinely interesting and unique, thank you). But, I mean, I've seen A Shoggoth on the Roof, the Lovecraftian musical, and I've been scheming for some time to get myself a Miskatonic University Rainbow Alliance T-shirt. So I admit to being a sucker for this kind of thing. Frankly, I revel in it.
Upon opening: gee, this is just as dark as they said it was, and it's very, very incensey. I don't really know enough about kinds of incense to tell apart whatever they stuck in here, but there's definitely more than one. This scent is, well, it's lurking. Complicatedly lurking, with a whiff of spicy. This smells very male to me, actually.
Wet: Something in here is, in fact, making me think of Egypt. I have no idea why, but it's a dry, dusty sort of smell, the sort of smell you'd come up with if you tried conceptualizing the smell of an ancient Egyptian tomb. It's even more complex than it was initially, because there's an airy, light top wave that's almost honey or floral, and then the incense pounces. Weirdquark claims she smells something intermittently sharp and tickly, probably the ozone, but I'm not getting it. Still extremely male, and, while very nice, not a scent I'm certain is suited to me.
Drydown: More and more incense. I smell like a head shop. A nice head shop, the kind where the proprietor is stoned and amiable rather than stoned and threatening, but I still feel like I ought to break out a tie-dyed T-shirt.
One hour later: Yup, head shop. Well, correction: as I put it to my wife, I smell like a complex deconstruction on the theme of smelling like a head shop. As this matures and mellows, it's a very dry, dark incense with an appealing dash of sweetness-- I could see wearing this, but I'd have to be in precisely the right mood for it. Opinions of others in the household are positive but not enthused.
Conclusion: Yay for truth in advertising! This is, yet again, a perfectly named scent. I'll keep the vial, and would not pass up a bottle if one happened along cheaply, but it isn't a must-have. This also smells so male that I'm going to attack the Household Guy with it and see what happens, which should be very entertaining.
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Date: 2005-09-03 05:16 am (UTC)My respect for you has just zoinged up exponentially.
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Date: 2005-09-03 06:38 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-09-03 05:43 am (UTC)I know! Pure marketing genius on their part. Hell, they could put plain deionized watter in that bottle, and I'd pay for it.
"Shoggoth on the Roof"! Never seen it, but love the website to death.
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Date: 2005-09-03 06:39 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-09-03 10:38 am (UTC)I love you.