Two of my managers made it their goal this week to scare me.
As they've tried to do so every now and then, without success.
Apparently it's bugging them.
I'm pretty good at sneaking up on them, not on purpose, I just tend to walk quietly and they don't notice me until I'm right there. Again, most of the time, it's not on purpose. lol.
And I guess it's unfair that they can't scare me back.
I've just tamped down on the 'scream and jump' reflex.
Most of the time.
Well.
My managers didn't manage to scare me.
My roommate did.
You see. I was in a panic.
I'd driven from work on a lunch break to get to church for sacrament meeting before I would have to drive back to work for a few more hours.
And like usual. It didn't go as smoothly as planned.
The lights were being evil (like they usually are when you're in a hurry) and then, when I got to our ward...there weren't any parking spots! I was already down to the wire on getting there on time. And this. This wasn't helping.
After a bit of crazy driving, that I'm glad no other cars or cops were nearby to witness, I found a parking spot.
I dashed up the hill as quickly as I could in sandals.
Up the stairs.
And just as I was passing into the home stretch...
"Boo!" My roommate jumped out from the doorway hands in the typical claw formation.
lol, In the panicked "I MUST GET TO CHURCH ON TIME I HAVE TO GET TO CHURCH ON TIME!" mode I was in...I totally wasn't expecting to have somebody suddenly jump out of me.
Not quite sure what went through my mind, but it went along the lines of 'now I am going to be late!"
So yah. I jumped. Inhaled sharply. and cried out "Don't do that!"
No screaming though. ;) That reflex is still tamped down. For now.
The lesson of the day?
If you want to scare me. Wait for me to be in a total panic, focused on one goal and one goal only, and rushing towards something. Then strike. I'll give a reaction then. ;) Maybe.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
There was a little boy. Out and about. With some others. Down below us, among the tress along a cliff line. There was a father and son running along the thin path. And the little boy who was a bit older then the son, could not be seen by them. He was told to climb a tree and hide. Which he did, as the father and son ran by. But then...time repeated itself, and he was told to once again climb the tree. "But, I've already climbed that tree. Won't I see myself?" he asked.
"Climb higher and you won't be."
So the boy climbed the tree again, higher up.
Only this time.
The father and son too stopped and climbed the tree.
They didn't see the boy hiding a few branches above them.
They suddenly had to exit the tree, and the boy followed. Running after them, they jumped off a cliff and into the see. He followed suit. Unable to do anything else.
The boy discovered that he was actually an older son, and that there was a middle son, though something happened and he realized that there wasn't a middle son. He had been the middle son that he'd seen. I'm not sure if the younger son was actually the boy as well, but it was heading that direction when....
the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Holding a Tooth Brush
I am a right handed brusher.
I came to this realization last night as I brushed my teeth.
Odd, considering that I'm left-handed...
But in any case. I brush my teeth with my right hand.
This little fact came to my attention,
because last night my right wrist/arm/shoulder was hurting like crazy.
-I assume from spending a couple of hours scrubbing fish tanks at work.
Insomuch that I decided to brush my teeth with my left hand,
to save my right from having to work any more for the rest of the evening.
Totally awkward.
My left hand had no idea how to hold the brush or to get the right angle on my teeth.
It was rather sad.
My right hand took pity on my left hand's incompetence and took over. (My right hand got impatient I suppose) Even though my arm ached, I did get my teeth brushed much faster.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
I came to this realization last night as I brushed my teeth.
Odd, considering that I'm left-handed...
But in any case. I brush my teeth with my right hand.
This little fact came to my attention,
because last night my right wrist/arm/shoulder was hurting like crazy.
-I assume from spending a couple of hours scrubbing fish tanks at work.
Insomuch that I decided to brush my teeth with my left hand,
to save my right from having to work any more for the rest of the evening.
Totally awkward.
My left hand had no idea how to hold the brush or to get the right angle on my teeth.
It was rather sad.
My right hand took pity on my left hand's incompetence and took over. (My right hand got impatient I suppose) Even though my arm ached, I did get my teeth brushed much faster.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Friday, June 28, 2013
Another Animal Problem
Things go in cycles at Starsmet.
It seems like every animal is awaiting it's turn to become the 'problem child' of the store.
Last week, it was the cats. They were all sick. And I had to deal with the shelter in charge of them, and get them to come take the cats back. They tried to bring us kittens that were 'too small' (they didn't weight enough, which may be why the others got sick last time because we didn't check weight.) but luckily Ceri caught them, and only accepted three of the eight kittens into the store.
The animal before that was the bearded dragons.
We couldn't keep them alive. Especially the fancy bearded dragons. For whatever reason, they would just up and die. Not enough heat, too much stress in traveling, they didn't like the food, they came in too small, whatever reason, they would be active one day and dead the next. Super crazy.
Well this week...
It appears to be the Guinea Pigs turn.
We already had two Guinea Pigs in the back room being treated for goopy eyes, missing fur, tilted heads....
Well this week we added like...four more.
Seriously, we don't ever get so many Guinea Pigs in our sick room at once. For so many different reasons. I mean, each guinea pig has a different problem! How is that even possible? I don't even know.
But the one Guinea Pig I'm concerned about, I found yesterday.
Well a worker found it the night before and put him back in the sick room.
They'd noticed that he was limping around and so isolated him to help that back foot heal.
They'd also made a note that it might be broken.
Well. When I went in to check in on the animals the next morning.
I saw the note.
And decided to check it out.
First time, I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, you know, beyond him having his back leg pulled up against his body. He wasn't using it. It flopped around when he moved. But articulating the leg...there didn't seem to be anything broken.
So I thought it was like the Fancy Bear we had in the sick room a couple of weeks ago, because he also had been limping and not using a back leg. But that healed on its own. We just needed to give him time by himself to recuperate.
So I thought this was the same thing with the guinea pig.
I made my notes.
Almost left...and decided to check again. Just in case.
I felt along the leg...and encountered a bump. It was pointy. I noticed a bit of dried blood around it.
So I added a note. "may be broken."
Almost left again, decided to recheck.
I felt that bump -hard to do with the guinea pig wiggling all over, and tried to follow it.
Yah, it felt like it connected with a bone in it's leg. And watching the guinea pig move around, he wasn't using it. There was a bump.
I got worried. A broken leg is no laughing matter, and if it was broken, it definitely needed to be looked at soon. Super soon.
The problem? It was Reth's day off. It was Cinres's day off. And those are the only two people in the entire store that are allowed to take any of our animals to the vet.
And they weren't in the store!
Total problem.
And a dilemma.
I mean, I love to get second opinions. And I didn't want to call Reth and have her show up...only to have it turn out to be nothing.
But should I wait? Wait until the next day? Wait another twenty-four hours?
That, just didn't feel right.
I mean, it's a broken bone! Those aren't fun to have!
If. If it's a broken bone.
I compromised a bit. I waited until the store opened. You know that 'you can now call the phone without people getting mad at you' hour.
I figured, then if it wasn't a broken bone, she couldn't be too mad as I didn't wake her up super early to come on in.
So I called her. And actually managed to reach her. Which was a total relief as she never responds to messages, and doesn't always answer.
I told her that I thought this guinea pig had a broken bone, and it was a stress reliever to have her trust my judgment enough to get right out of bed, call the vet, and come pick him up.
When she got here, she agreed with me that 'something was wrong' She wasn't willing to say that it was broken, even though she could feel the bump, but she said that the leg was super swollen. (something that I hadn't noticed) and that was enough cause for concern.
It was a relief to have her take him to the vet.
But I'm still in the dark.
As he hadn't returned from the vet by the time I left work today.
So I don't know much beyond that Reth called the vet, and whoever she talked to said that they were pretty sure he did have a broken leg, but they would call us with the results later today.
Well, later didn't mean before I left.
It's good to know that I was probably right in that he does have a broken leg.
I just want to know for sure what's wrong with him.
lol, I think Reth is bugged by a different question.
"How did he get hurt in the first place?"
It's a valid question. I mean, I'm not sure there is anything in the cage that could actually break a leg.
Hay Wheel...if the leg got caught in the bars and it was spun...not likely.
Homes no.
Chew home. No.
Food dish? I guess it could have got caught. Between the dish..and the holder holding it? Again not likely...
Maybe the door itself? The particular door we have to get into the cage has been known to catch Chinchilla toes in the past.
But...Chinchillas love to jump and tumble and run up the walls and do flips, making it more likely for them to get toes caught where the shouldn't.
But a leg?
I mean it wasn't a toe for this Guinea Pig. The bump was a little above the 'ankle.' meaning that the fibula or tibia was broken. Probably the fibula...we'll see. But to get that caught in the door, also seems highly unlikely.
I don't think it was the cage?
Was it one of the guinea pigs that injured it's cage mate? No idea.
I do know that this particular hamster was put out on the floor on Tuesday, after being returned earlier by a customer.
But nothing out of the ordinary was noticed then.
Yet somehow...Thursday...it's leg is now most likely broken, and swollen.
Did something happen at the customer's home...and it just took a while for it to show up?
Or did someone mishandle him the night we put him out or the next day? As it was the next day, in the evening that it was noticed something was wrong.
Unfortunately, the one who isolated him, I haven't seen yet, so I don't know for sure if there is a story behind it. Hopefully I can find out from them if anything...weird happened that they notice that night.
Because all I can think is...that someone just grabbed him the wrong way, or was rough with him in some way and that's how the leg got injured.
We may never know the why of the injury.
But hopefully we find out the what and a possible how.
I guess I'll find out tomorrow. Hopefully.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was coming from my parents church with my sister. The day had a...darker quality to it. Where it felt like a storm was coming or something. We got in the car, and were racing someone to get home first. It was a bit of a problem for me, as there were a lot of roads, turns, and construction, but we made it. And there...it just got weird. I kept finding eggs. Like Chicken Eggs. Only, not just chicks were hatching from them. Everywhere in the home and outside, I found eggs, some unhatched, some hatching, and different animals with in them. Little kittens, mice, chicks, random creatures that I don't know what they were. It was getting crazy as shapes started coming out of them...
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
It seems like every animal is awaiting it's turn to become the 'problem child' of the store.
Last week, it was the cats. They were all sick. And I had to deal with the shelter in charge of them, and get them to come take the cats back. They tried to bring us kittens that were 'too small' (they didn't weight enough, which may be why the others got sick last time because we didn't check weight.) but luckily Ceri caught them, and only accepted three of the eight kittens into the store.
The animal before that was the bearded dragons.
We couldn't keep them alive. Especially the fancy bearded dragons. For whatever reason, they would just up and die. Not enough heat, too much stress in traveling, they didn't like the food, they came in too small, whatever reason, they would be active one day and dead the next. Super crazy.
Well this week...
It appears to be the Guinea Pigs turn.
We already had two Guinea Pigs in the back room being treated for goopy eyes, missing fur, tilted heads....
Well this week we added like...four more.
Seriously, we don't ever get so many Guinea Pigs in our sick room at once. For so many different reasons. I mean, each guinea pig has a different problem! How is that even possible? I don't even know.
But the one Guinea Pig I'm concerned about, I found yesterday.
Well a worker found it the night before and put him back in the sick room.
They'd noticed that he was limping around and so isolated him to help that back foot heal.
They'd also made a note that it might be broken.
Well. When I went in to check in on the animals the next morning.
I saw the note.
And decided to check it out.
First time, I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, you know, beyond him having his back leg pulled up against his body. He wasn't using it. It flopped around when he moved. But articulating the leg...there didn't seem to be anything broken.
So I thought it was like the Fancy Bear we had in the sick room a couple of weeks ago, because he also had been limping and not using a back leg. But that healed on its own. We just needed to give him time by himself to recuperate.
So I thought this was the same thing with the guinea pig.
I made my notes.
Almost left...and decided to check again. Just in case.
I felt along the leg...and encountered a bump. It was pointy. I noticed a bit of dried blood around it.
So I added a note. "may be broken."
Almost left again, decided to recheck.
I felt that bump -hard to do with the guinea pig wiggling all over, and tried to follow it.
Yah, it felt like it connected with a bone in it's leg. And watching the guinea pig move around, he wasn't using it. There was a bump.
I got worried. A broken leg is no laughing matter, and if it was broken, it definitely needed to be looked at soon. Super soon.
The problem? It was Reth's day off. It was Cinres's day off. And those are the only two people in the entire store that are allowed to take any of our animals to the vet.
And they weren't in the store!
Total problem.
And a dilemma.
I mean, I love to get second opinions. And I didn't want to call Reth and have her show up...only to have it turn out to be nothing.
But should I wait? Wait until the next day? Wait another twenty-four hours?
That, just didn't feel right.
I mean, it's a broken bone! Those aren't fun to have!
If. If it's a broken bone.
I compromised a bit. I waited until the store opened. You know that 'you can now call the phone without people getting mad at you' hour.
I figured, then if it wasn't a broken bone, she couldn't be too mad as I didn't wake her up super early to come on in.
So I called her. And actually managed to reach her. Which was a total relief as she never responds to messages, and doesn't always answer.
I told her that I thought this guinea pig had a broken bone, and it was a stress reliever to have her trust my judgment enough to get right out of bed, call the vet, and come pick him up.
When she got here, she agreed with me that 'something was wrong' She wasn't willing to say that it was broken, even though she could feel the bump, but she said that the leg was super swollen. (something that I hadn't noticed) and that was enough cause for concern.
It was a relief to have her take him to the vet.
But I'm still in the dark.
As he hadn't returned from the vet by the time I left work today.
So I don't know much beyond that Reth called the vet, and whoever she talked to said that they were pretty sure he did have a broken leg, but they would call us with the results later today.
Well, later didn't mean before I left.
It's good to know that I was probably right in that he does have a broken leg.
I just want to know for sure what's wrong with him.
lol, I think Reth is bugged by a different question.
"How did he get hurt in the first place?"
It's a valid question. I mean, I'm not sure there is anything in the cage that could actually break a leg.
Hay Wheel...if the leg got caught in the bars and it was spun...not likely.
Homes no.
Chew home. No.
Food dish? I guess it could have got caught. Between the dish..and the holder holding it? Again not likely...
Maybe the door itself? The particular door we have to get into the cage has been known to catch Chinchilla toes in the past.
But...Chinchillas love to jump and tumble and run up the walls and do flips, making it more likely for them to get toes caught where the shouldn't.
But a leg?
I mean it wasn't a toe for this Guinea Pig. The bump was a little above the 'ankle.' meaning that the fibula or tibia was broken. Probably the fibula...we'll see. But to get that caught in the door, also seems highly unlikely.
I don't think it was the cage?
Was it one of the guinea pigs that injured it's cage mate? No idea.
I do know that this particular hamster was put out on the floor on Tuesday, after being returned earlier by a customer.
But nothing out of the ordinary was noticed then.
Yet somehow...Thursday...it's leg is now most likely broken, and swollen.
Did something happen at the customer's home...and it just took a while for it to show up?
Or did someone mishandle him the night we put him out or the next day? As it was the next day, in the evening that it was noticed something was wrong.
Unfortunately, the one who isolated him, I haven't seen yet, so I don't know for sure if there is a story behind it. Hopefully I can find out from them if anything...weird happened that they notice that night.
Because all I can think is...that someone just grabbed him the wrong way, or was rough with him in some way and that's how the leg got injured.
We may never know the why of the injury.
But hopefully we find out the what and a possible how.
I guess I'll find out tomorrow. Hopefully.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was coming from my parents church with my sister. The day had a...darker quality to it. Where it felt like a storm was coming or something. We got in the car, and were racing someone to get home first. It was a bit of a problem for me, as there were a lot of roads, turns, and construction, but we made it. And there...it just got weird. I kept finding eggs. Like Chicken Eggs. Only, not just chicks were hatching from them. Everywhere in the home and outside, I found eggs, some unhatched, some hatching, and different animals with in them. Little kittens, mice, chicks, random creatures that I don't know what they were. It was getting crazy as shapes started coming out of them...
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Thursday, June 27, 2013
A Bump In The Night
My father tells of one experience in which the prophet taught him a practical lesson late one night as he entered the Beehive House.
Again quoting from my father's life history:
"I walked with guarded steps through the office, then into the private study to the door at the foot of the steps that led to my bedroom.
But the door would not open.
I pushed and I pushed to no avail.
Finally I gave up and went back to to a rug that I had noticed in the hall with the intention of sleeping there until morning.
"In the darkness I bumped against another partially opened door and the collision awakened the prophet.
He turned on the light and, seeing who it was, came down the stairway and inquired concerning my difficulty.
"The door is locked that leads to my room,' I explained.
He went to the door and pulled instead of pushed, and the door opened.
Had he been disturbed by my foolish blunder I would not have been surprised, for I had robbed him of a precious night's sleep by a thoughtless act.
He only smiled and stopped to inquire of a strange stable boy what I had stumbled into.
I pointed to the half open door at the other end of the hall.
"'Let me show you something.'
He took time at midnight to explain, 'When in the dark never go groping with hands parted and outstretched; that permits doors to get by your guard and hit you.
Keep your arms in front, but hands together; then you will feel with your hands and not your head.'
I thanked him and moved to my quarters.
He waited until I reached the rear stairway and then he retired."
Isn't a prophet someone who teaches us to open doors we could not open ourselves--doors to greater light and truth?
Isn't a prophet like a pair of hands clasped together in front of the body of the Church, helping members navigate through the dark corridors of the world?
Isn't a prophet someone who watches and waits for us patiently while we get to where we need to be?
L. Tom Perry -Heed the Prophet's Voice -October 1994 General Conference
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I don't remember much of it, beyond that it made me really emotional, and it's been hanging over my head all day. The basics of the dream, was that I was some sort of...slave I guess, as I didn't want to do this. of this mad wizard. who's entire goal in life was to kill all the dragons. -these dragons looked a lot like the dinosaurs. Triceratops, Long necks, duck bills, etc. Most of them with wings. And he wanted them all dead. And he was forcing me, one at a time, to cut into their flesh with a knife, at a point where it would instantly kill them. -It was like cutting the wrists, the back of the neck, etc. Just one slice against the flesh and the dragon would die. It was breaking my heart as I turned to the last of the last. It was a dragon with a broken wing, he was blue in color and he was basically the king of the dragons. The first among firsts, now the last to die. I held him in my hands. The blade at the ready, sobbing quietly as the knife moved towards his neck....
when the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Again quoting from my father's life history:
"I walked with guarded steps through the office, then into the private study to the door at the foot of the steps that led to my bedroom.
But the door would not open.
I pushed and I pushed to no avail.
Finally I gave up and went back to to a rug that I had noticed in the hall with the intention of sleeping there until morning.
"In the darkness I bumped against another partially opened door and the collision awakened the prophet.
He turned on the light and, seeing who it was, came down the stairway and inquired concerning my difficulty.
"The door is locked that leads to my room,' I explained.
He went to the door and pulled instead of pushed, and the door opened.
Had he been disturbed by my foolish blunder I would not have been surprised, for I had robbed him of a precious night's sleep by a thoughtless act.
He only smiled and stopped to inquire of a strange stable boy what I had stumbled into.
I pointed to the half open door at the other end of the hall.
"'Let me show you something.'
He took time at midnight to explain, 'When in the dark never go groping with hands parted and outstretched; that permits doors to get by your guard and hit you.
Keep your arms in front, but hands together; then you will feel with your hands and not your head.'
I thanked him and moved to my quarters.
He waited until I reached the rear stairway and then he retired."
Isn't a prophet someone who teaches us to open doors we could not open ourselves--doors to greater light and truth?
Isn't a prophet like a pair of hands clasped together in front of the body of the Church, helping members navigate through the dark corridors of the world?
Isn't a prophet someone who watches and waits for us patiently while we get to where we need to be?
L. Tom Perry -Heed the Prophet's Voice -October 1994 General Conference
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I don't remember much of it, beyond that it made me really emotional, and it's been hanging over my head all day. The basics of the dream, was that I was some sort of...slave I guess, as I didn't want to do this. of this mad wizard. who's entire goal in life was to kill all the dragons. -these dragons looked a lot like the dinosaurs. Triceratops, Long necks, duck bills, etc. Most of them with wings. And he wanted them all dead. And he was forcing me, one at a time, to cut into their flesh with a knife, at a point where it would instantly kill them. -It was like cutting the wrists, the back of the neck, etc. Just one slice against the flesh and the dragon would die. It was breaking my heart as I turned to the last of the last. It was a dragon with a broken wing, he was blue in color and he was basically the king of the dragons. The first among firsts, now the last to die. I held him in my hands. The blade at the ready, sobbing quietly as the knife moved towards his neck....
when the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Onward Christian Soldier!
When you're the youngest in the family,
There isn't much that you can do that your older siblings haven't already done.
It's rare that you're the 'first' at anything.
Well tonight,
My younger brother was finally able to do something first.
Meralto Is Going On A Mission!
Yep, On October 2nd of this year, my little brother will be leaving to serve an LDS Mission for 2 years.....
Here are all our guesses on where he would serve.
It's lucky he had a map downstairs for us to borrow and mark up with string and tape. :)
-I picked Greece. I was wrong. Boo. lol. I got one thing right. The first letter.
Where is he going?
Drum roll please!!!
dun dun dun
Look out Georgia! My brother is coming your way in the near future!
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was going out on a date with a cute guy. A Prince if you will. Only, I didn't really have anything to wear. I knew it was a dress up occasion, so I put on a shirt and skirt, like I would for church and got ready. Only, when my date showed up...he wasn't happy to see me in such 'simple' clothes. Apparently we were going to a royal ball. Which meant I needed to be more dressed up then I was. I didn't really care, I mean, I was happy as who I was, but after some convincing from my Mom and Him, I spruced up my dress. With help from my mom. Over my shirt went this red sparkly corset thingy that totally made me look like I was wearing something fancier then I was, changed my hair, fixed my makeup, added fancy jewelry, did something to the skirt to make it look fancier, I was just missing the shoes really. I showed my date...he was a bit more relieved, but still not happy. Apparently he really wanted me to be impressive, but I hadn't known that I needed to be impressive, so I didn't have the money or the clothing to be impressive...therefore he was just getting me as I was.
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
There isn't much that you can do that your older siblings haven't already done.
It's rare that you're the 'first' at anything.
Well tonight,
My younger brother was finally able to do something first.
Meralto Is Going On A Mission!
Yep, On October 2nd of this year, my little brother will be leaving to serve an LDS Mission for 2 years.....
Here are all our guesses on where he would serve.
-I picked Greece. I was wrong. Boo. lol. I got one thing right. The first letter.
Where is he going?
Drum roll please!!!
dun dun dun
Look out Georgia! My brother is coming your way in the near future!
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was going out on a date with a cute guy. A Prince if you will. Only, I didn't really have anything to wear. I knew it was a dress up occasion, so I put on a shirt and skirt, like I would for church and got ready. Only, when my date showed up...he wasn't happy to see me in such 'simple' clothes. Apparently we were going to a royal ball. Which meant I needed to be more dressed up then I was. I didn't really care, I mean, I was happy as who I was, but after some convincing from my Mom and Him, I spruced up my dress. With help from my mom. Over my shirt went this red sparkly corset thingy that totally made me look like I was wearing something fancier then I was, changed my hair, fixed my makeup, added fancy jewelry, did something to the skirt to make it look fancier, I was just missing the shoes really. I showed my date...he was a bit more relieved, but still not happy. Apparently he really wanted me to be impressive, but I hadn't known that I needed to be impressive, so I didn't have the money or the clothing to be impressive...therefore he was just getting me as I was.
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Tired.
I am so tired.
I don't know why either.
But for the last little bit.
I've been getting really tired.
Which is odd because I've been managing to get more sleep then normal.
Yet by the time the end of the day comes...I'm so worn out and sleepy...that I couldn't think of anything else to write for this blog post. lol.
Mostly, I think it has to do with the heat of summer coming on.
Being hot makes me sleepy.
And not feel well either. As for the past little bit, I have been getting faint headaches everyday.
Tension in the shoulders, in the neck, tiredness behind the eyes, and I get a headache.
usually I can make it go away.
It's just odd that it's been happening everyday.
Methinks...again it's the heat.
It probably means I need to be drinking more liquids to stay more hydrated.
Eating more food as I'm probably burning more carbs trying to stay cool.
and figuring out how much sleep I do need so that I can be awake when I want to be awake, and tired when I need to be tired.
Then again, I may be stressing more then usual. I mean...having to deal with No 2 at work, having been in charge of my department for a week while Reth was gone, knowing that we're getting a DM visit next week so we have to prepare, knowing that my brother will probably be getting his mission call this week, cracking my Ipod further by accidently dropping it, and who knows what else is making me tense and worry and well stress out even if I appear calm and feel calm. It's just those little subconscious tensions. Those worries that you're not aware you're worrying about but you are worrying about....
Who knows.
All I know is...I don't want to be tired, I want to be awake....and it's just not happening.
So unwillingly, I'm probably going to head to bed to let my body and brain rest and prepare for tomorrow. :)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
I don't know why either.
But for the last little bit.
I've been getting really tired.
Which is odd because I've been managing to get more sleep then normal.
Yet by the time the end of the day comes...I'm so worn out and sleepy...that I couldn't think of anything else to write for this blog post. lol.
Mostly, I think it has to do with the heat of summer coming on.
Being hot makes me sleepy.
And not feel well either. As for the past little bit, I have been getting faint headaches everyday.
Tension in the shoulders, in the neck, tiredness behind the eyes, and I get a headache.
usually I can make it go away.
It's just odd that it's been happening everyday.
Methinks...again it's the heat.
It probably means I need to be drinking more liquids to stay more hydrated.
Eating more food as I'm probably burning more carbs trying to stay cool.
and figuring out how much sleep I do need so that I can be awake when I want to be awake, and tired when I need to be tired.
Then again, I may be stressing more then usual. I mean...having to deal with No 2 at work, having been in charge of my department for a week while Reth was gone, knowing that we're getting a DM visit next week so we have to prepare, knowing that my brother will probably be getting his mission call this week, cracking my Ipod further by accidently dropping it, and who knows what else is making me tense and worry and well stress out even if I appear calm and feel calm. It's just those little subconscious tensions. Those worries that you're not aware you're worrying about but you are worrying about....
Who knows.
All I know is...I don't want to be tired, I want to be awake....and it's just not happening.
So unwillingly, I'm probably going to head to bed to let my body and brain rest and prepare for tomorrow. :)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Monday, June 24, 2013
April 1995 General Conference Sunday Morning
Thomas S. Monson -Mercy--The Divine Gift
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I think I had a problem. I'm pretty sure that I had signed up for three classes. An Institute class, and then two sign language classes. Only, due to work on Tuesday nights, I'd forgotten about one of the ASL classes, and hadn't gone to a single one. It was a law sort of class where we had to defend our thoughts and point of view on paper and such. I entered the classroom to find a woman teaching. The desks were set up like a panel/court room. With two or three rows on raised benches of chairs on either side of the room and a walkway down the middle of it. I sat down trying to be unnoticed, but...got noticed. Everyone was happy to see me. -I'd been out of the picture for a while. And Dale -another ASL teacher, warned the class to look out for me, because I could kick anyone's trash. Or something like that. It was rather embarrassing, especially knowing that the class had already taken their final and were going over that...and I hadn't. There were only two more class periods after this one, and I didn't see how I'd manage to get a passing grade. Having seen the roll and making my X on the one day I'd shown up. After class I went after Dale to see if there was anything I could do to get my grade up, extra assignments or anything. He didn't think it would be possible. After all I'd missed almost all of the class. But he sent me to the woman teacher to see what she thought. She sent me up a telephone pole to grab a mason jar, only there was another guy...Hank...the guy who voices woody in Toy Story, he was trying to get it too. I don't know who managed to get the jar in the end, but I was suddenly with a group of missionaries, waiting to help them out on a service project. But there was this one guy. Short blonde hair, handsome figure. Totally knew that all the girls would swoon over him. He was totally not acting like a missionary should. Always chatting on his cell phone, laughing, being inconsiderate of others. Totally not impressing me and totally making me furious as he was giving our Church a bad image. Soo...I took him into the kitchen, and...well we fought. In the kitchen, into the backyard, around the place, and I finally got him into a strangle hold and very calmly told him that he was the visual image of our church and that he should straighten up his act I would do it for him. I released him and let him get back to work, and...he turned out better.
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
- At times a small mistake can fester and bring distress and heartache to him or her who harbors and dwells on the matter, leaving it uncorrected. All of us are subject to such an experience.
- "He [who] cannot forgive others breaks the bridge over which he himself must pass if he would ever reach heaven; for every one has need to be forgiven.
- He has magnified each calling he has received with great inspiration, intelligence, and energy in a remarkable way.
- I have learned to admire, respect, and love the good people from every race, culture, and nation that I have been privileged to visit. in my experience, no race or class seems superior to any other in spirituality and faithfulness.
- "Generally there is in man a divinity which strives to push him onward and upward. We believe that this power within him is the spirit that comes from God.
- His spirit reaches out for God.
- Having everyone hear the gospel in their own tongue requires great effort and resources. The Spirit, however, is a higher from of communication than language.
- Here are eight practical suggestions that, hopefully, may be of value in strengthening our marriages, now and in the future.
- 1. Remember the central importance of your marriage.
- 2. Pray for the success of your marriage.
- 3. Listen.
- 4. Avoid "ceaseless pinpricking."
- 5. Keep your courtship alive.
- 6. Be quick to say, "I'm sorry."
- 7. Learn to live within your means.
- 8. Be a true partner in home and family responsibilities.
- While boulders surely block our way, loose gravel slows discipleship, too. Even a small stone can become a stumbling block.
- In Proverbs, we read, "For the commandment is a lamp." Once darkened, a society loses its capacity to distinguish between right and wrong and the will to declare that some things are wrong per se. Without the lamp, our world finds itself desperately building temporary defenses, drawing new lines, and forever falling back, unwilling to confront. A society which permits anything will eventually lose everything!
- Young parents know how a mere half cup of spilled milk seems to cover half the kitchen floor. Small sins spread like that, too.
- Love the children. They are very much the same the world over. Regardless of the color of their skin and of the circumstances in which they live, they carry with them a beauty that comes of innocence and of the fact that it was not long ago that they lived with their Father in Heaven.
- Love the youth of the Church. I have said again and again that I think we have never had a better generation than this. How grateful I am for your integrity, for your ambition to train your minds and your hands to do good work, for your love for the word of the Lord, and for your desire to walk in paths of virtue and truth and goodness.
- Have tremendous respect for fathers and mothers who are nurturing their children in light and truth, who have prayer in their homes, who spare the rod and govern with love, who look upon their little ones as their most valued assets to be protected, trained, and blessed.
- Love the elderly who have faced into the storms of life and who, regardless of the force of the tempest, have gone forward and kept the faith.
- The time has come for us to stand a little taller, to lift our eyes and stretch our minds to a greater comprehension and understanding.
- This is a season to be strong. It is a time to move forward with out hesitation, knowing well the meaning, the breadth, and the importance of our mission. It is a time to do what is right regardless of the consequences that might follow.
- We have nothing to fear. God is at the helm. He will overrule for the good of this work. He will shower down blessings upon those who walk in obedience to His commandments.
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I think I had a problem. I'm pretty sure that I had signed up for three classes. An Institute class, and then two sign language classes. Only, due to work on Tuesday nights, I'd forgotten about one of the ASL classes, and hadn't gone to a single one. It was a law sort of class where we had to defend our thoughts and point of view on paper and such. I entered the classroom to find a woman teaching. The desks were set up like a panel/court room. With two or three rows on raised benches of chairs on either side of the room and a walkway down the middle of it. I sat down trying to be unnoticed, but...got noticed. Everyone was happy to see me. -I'd been out of the picture for a while. And Dale -another ASL teacher, warned the class to look out for me, because I could kick anyone's trash. Or something like that. It was rather embarrassing, especially knowing that the class had already taken their final and were going over that...and I hadn't. There were only two more class periods after this one, and I didn't see how I'd manage to get a passing grade. Having seen the roll and making my X on the one day I'd shown up. After class I went after Dale to see if there was anything I could do to get my grade up, extra assignments or anything. He didn't think it would be possible. After all I'd missed almost all of the class. But he sent me to the woman teacher to see what she thought. She sent me up a telephone pole to grab a mason jar, only there was another guy...Hank...the guy who voices woody in Toy Story, he was trying to get it too. I don't know who managed to get the jar in the end, but I was suddenly with a group of missionaries, waiting to help them out on a service project. But there was this one guy. Short blonde hair, handsome figure. Totally knew that all the girls would swoon over him. He was totally not acting like a missionary should. Always chatting on his cell phone, laughing, being inconsiderate of others. Totally not impressing me and totally making me furious as he was giving our Church a bad image. Soo...I took him into the kitchen, and...well we fought. In the kitchen, into the backyard, around the place, and I finally got him into a strangle hold and very calmly told him that he was the visual image of our church and that he should straighten up his act I would do it for him. I released him and let him get back to work, and...he turned out better.
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Too Tired
I'm sure we've all done this.
Closed our eyes and thought "I'll open my eyes when the show comes back on."
...Only the commercials are long enough....
That your eyes may not open....for a while.
I knew I was tired last night.
I was getting ready to head to my bed and sleep.
I don't know why I didn't get up.
But the couch...I just laid down, curious on how a show was going to end.
Telling myself, I would get up and go to bed in just a minute.
Well, somehow, my eyes closed.
And didn't open right away again.
It was the oddest feeling waking up.
Because I had no idea where I was.
I expected to wake up in my bed.
I mean, that's where I usually go to sleep.
Why would I not wake up there.
But. I felt. Something on my right side.
A wall of sorts.
At first I thought I was just pressed against the wall next to my bed.
I opened my eyes. And saw the edge of a chair. You know the couch.
My first thought was that I was in my bed at my parents home. Sleeping on it in it's couch position.
Then I realized, that was the wrong color.
Finally, I came to the realization. I'd fallen asleep on the couch in my living room!
I hadn't ever made it to my bed. I'd even left the TV on, the lights on.
I stumbled to my feet and found a clock.
5:24am
I didn't have to get up til 8. So I turned off everything, and went to my bedroom and crashed once more in my bed.
I wasn't the only one.
I noticed one of my roommates had her light on at that early hour.
My first thought was that she'd pulled an all nighter again.
-She'd done so two Sundays ago in order to prepare a talk for church.
I couldn't think of another reason why she would be up so early.
Well...she wasn't.
lol she'd been tired too,
and had fallen asleep with her light on.
Yah. A night to be tired apparently.
Though she didn't fall asleep on the couch like I did.
So weird that I did that....
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was watching a frog. Waiting for something to happen, so that I could do something with it. But for now, I was keeping it under my pillow.
Only there were toads beginning to surround me, wanting the frog hiding under my pillow. I wasn't going to let them have it, but I didn't know what to do with all those toads either...
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Closed our eyes and thought "I'll open my eyes when the show comes back on."
...Only the commercials are long enough....
That your eyes may not open....for a while.
I knew I was tired last night.
I was getting ready to head to my bed and sleep.
I don't know why I didn't get up.
But the couch...I just laid down, curious on how a show was going to end.
Telling myself, I would get up and go to bed in just a minute.
Well, somehow, my eyes closed.
And didn't open right away again.
It was the oddest feeling waking up.
Because I had no idea where I was.
I expected to wake up in my bed.
I mean, that's where I usually go to sleep.
Why would I not wake up there.
But. I felt. Something on my right side.
A wall of sorts.
At first I thought I was just pressed against the wall next to my bed.
I opened my eyes. And saw the edge of a chair. You know the couch.
My first thought was that I was in my bed at my parents home. Sleeping on it in it's couch position.
Then I realized, that was the wrong color.
Finally, I came to the realization. I'd fallen asleep on the couch in my living room!
I hadn't ever made it to my bed. I'd even left the TV on, the lights on.
I stumbled to my feet and found a clock.
5:24am
I didn't have to get up til 8. So I turned off everything, and went to my bedroom and crashed once more in my bed.
I wasn't the only one.
I noticed one of my roommates had her light on at that early hour.
My first thought was that she'd pulled an all nighter again.
-She'd done so two Sundays ago in order to prepare a talk for church.
I couldn't think of another reason why she would be up so early.
Well...she wasn't.
lol she'd been tired too,
and had fallen asleep with her light on.
Yah. A night to be tired apparently.
Though she didn't fall asleep on the couch like I did.
So weird that I did that....
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was watching a frog. Waiting for something to happen, so that I could do something with it. But for now, I was keeping it under my pillow.
Only there were toads beginning to surround me, wanting the frog hiding under my pillow. I wasn't going to let them have it, but I didn't know what to do with all those toads either...
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Meeting Number 2
First Impressions.
They are so important.
Especially when you're transferring into a new environment.
Because that first impression,
Can be hard to get rid of.
Especially if it's not a good first impression.
Let's just say...Number Two hasn't made a good impression.
Number Two.
Who is N02?
She's a transfer from a different Starsmet, one from halfway across the country.
Started officially in the store yesterday.
I didn't meet her then. I left before she showed up.
I did meet her today.
She's called Number Two because...well, she has my name.
-Automatic dislike in my book. I tried to not let it affect me. But there is a dislike of having to share my name. Especially in 'my territory.' -My store.
And since my name isn't really a name that has a nickname or a way to shorten it...
I'm referred to as No1 now lol. To cut down on the confusion when both of us are in the store.
And if both of us are still in the store when NO1.5 comes back...things will get crazy. 1.5 is so numbered because she also had my name, but worked at the store before me. However she left, which moved me up to 1, but if she comes in she's technically older then no2 so like Lion King 1 1/2 she'll be a middle number. Yah...I don't get it either, hopefully it's less confusing if that actually happens.
In any case. No2.
I'm pretty sure she's taken offense to being Second.
I mean she told me quite succinctly that 'her store was number 1 in the district.' where she came from.
Yah. Number 1s don't like suddenly being Number 2s.
And Number 1s don't like it when Number 2s move into their territory either.
O.o 'our store has been number 1 in the district too you know. We slide between 1-3 depending on the week.'
Her reply "Well. There's always room for improvement."
Meow. Snooty much? Yes. Yes she was. "Your feeder fish tanks are filthy. I can barely stand to look at them, let alone put my hand in them. Don't you have assigned charts to clean them? I don't think your people are doing their jobs if you do."
Well No. But. "You should have seen them when I first came in, they were worse off. We just barely got most of our tanks switched out due to the algae." And Girl! CHILL OUT! WE GET BUSY! WE DON'T ALWAYS HAVE TIME TO CLEAN THE ALGAE!
"you know that the crickets can get more air if you do it in this way. It keeps the bag firmer."
"Oh yah, so and so does it that way, but we all have our own method." Why aren't you helping me bag the crickets then? -I don't think she likes bugs even though she denied it. I don't think she wants to show us weakness. She is in foreign country right now. In a grey zone. She's been with Starsmet for a while now, but wasn't a new hire, so we didn't train her, she was trained elsewhere. Therefore Grey zone.
In any case.
I really want to strangle her.
This attitude. This 'holier then thou' persona she's giving off. Is totally not making friends with any of the other employees.
And it's not just me and the 'she has my name complex' I have.
I checked in with others who have worked with her.
Same thing.
They all have the same impression that I have.
Snooty. Holier then thou attitude. "I know what I'm doing and you obviously don't." attitude. She even got snooty with a manager!
"Has this been done yet?" "Ah. No. We haven't had time. The truck still needs to be unloaded" "Well, someone needs to be assigned to get this done when you can."
O.o Excuse me. Who's been working here longer? Not you. Who's the manager? Not you.
Ugh. Yah. Not my favorite person in the store. It's not a good thing when you've only been on the job two days and two of the departments are crossing their fingers, hoping that she doesn't have to work in that department that day, or that week, or ever.
I think it's mostly with her approach.
She's coming on a bit...aggressive. Treating us like she's the best and we're stumbling around blindfolded in a maze. Her way is the better way. yadda yadda.
The problem is. She doesn't see all the changes that have happened. My store definitely wasn't the best. It had to go through a major overhaul because the store was suffering. -I came on just after the major changes.- Where everyone was still finding their feet and getting things done. We've improved so much. I mean, we went from being in the red (last) to number 1 while I've been here. No, we're probably not up to whatever standards her old Starsmet had. But it's a much better place then it was. Because she doesn't see how much it's changed, she only sees what is still in the works of getting better. She doesn't know or understand. And if she doesn't change her attitude...
Cire said it best. "If she approached it differently, I would be willing to mesh her policies with ours as they fit to our situation. If she said approached the situation more...passively. Suggesting ideas of what worked in her old store, instead of telling us flat out that 'it should be done this way,
We wouldn't feel like our backs were against the wall. I want to know what her store did, what things they've done that have helped improve their store and see if we can incorporate it here, but it's hard to want to do that when you feel like you're under attack and have to defend what you have."
Yah...I'm trying to like her. Seriously I am. And I do. You know, until she does something or said something that feels like an attack. Then I feel like I have to defend.
And I'm trying really hard to not bring the claws out.
-Contrary to popular belief. I do have claws. I will use them. Especially when it involves something I care about. And I care about my store. I will defend it. Claws at the ready. Rawr.
Right now, I'm hoping that No2's attitude is just a temporary thing that will relax as time passes.
As Reth seemed really excited to have her, and I'm not looking forward to having to tell her that half of our department doesn't like No2 And that they don't want her there, when Reth gets back from her Vaca.
I mean she was extremely rude to Juce last night, so I hear. "You don't know much about animals do you?" No2 said to her. Juce was like "O.o Well...I'm new." Juce has only been here like a month. I've been here nearly a year and I still don't know everything. And I highly doubt No 2 knows everything as she's only been working in the company for 7 months. Obviously Juce won't know everything. Even with my experience with having so many pets growing up, I don't know everything. There are questions that can't be answered.
But. You don't tell a fellow coworker that. That they don't know much about animals. What sort of help does that give the new person? None. It just makes them feel bad. Or worse if they've been having a bad day. Instead, You help them out. Let them listen in on your conversations, tell them tidbits of information so they can learn. Teach them. Do Not put them down. How does putting down a coworker help their morale? It doesn't.
Yah. Please be a temporary attitude. Please be just the "I'm in a new place, among strangers who are all friends with each other and I'm by myself. AH!" jitters.
Because I do want to like her. I do want to work with her.
I do not want to work with that attitude. So we'll see. See if this is temporary or not.
We will see.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream, involved being chest deep in water, but I don't remember much beyond that.
They are so important.
Especially when you're transferring into a new environment.
Because that first impression,
Can be hard to get rid of.
Especially if it's not a good first impression.
Let's just say...Number Two hasn't made a good impression.
Number Two.
Who is N02?
She's a transfer from a different Starsmet, one from halfway across the country.
Started officially in the store yesterday.
I didn't meet her then. I left before she showed up.
I did meet her today.
She's called Number Two because...well, she has my name.
-Automatic dislike in my book. I tried to not let it affect me. But there is a dislike of having to share my name. Especially in 'my territory.' -My store.
And since my name isn't really a name that has a nickname or a way to shorten it...
I'm referred to as No1 now lol. To cut down on the confusion when both of us are in the store.
And if both of us are still in the store when NO1.5 comes back...things will get crazy. 1.5 is so numbered because she also had my name, but worked at the store before me. However she left, which moved me up to 1, but if she comes in she's technically older then no2 so like Lion King 1 1/2 she'll be a middle number. Yah...I don't get it either, hopefully it's less confusing if that actually happens.
In any case. No2.
I'm pretty sure she's taken offense to being Second.
I mean she told me quite succinctly that 'her store was number 1 in the district.' where she came from.
Yah. Number 1s don't like suddenly being Number 2s.
And Number 1s don't like it when Number 2s move into their territory either.
O.o 'our store has been number 1 in the district too you know. We slide between 1-3 depending on the week.'
Her reply "Well. There's always room for improvement."
Meow. Snooty much? Yes. Yes she was. "Your feeder fish tanks are filthy. I can barely stand to look at them, let alone put my hand in them. Don't you have assigned charts to clean them? I don't think your people are doing their jobs if you do."
Well No. But. "You should have seen them when I first came in, they were worse off. We just barely got most of our tanks switched out due to the algae." And Girl! CHILL OUT! WE GET BUSY! WE DON'T ALWAYS HAVE TIME TO CLEAN THE ALGAE!
"you know that the crickets can get more air if you do it in this way. It keeps the bag firmer."
"Oh yah, so and so does it that way, but we all have our own method." Why aren't you helping me bag the crickets then? -I don't think she likes bugs even though she denied it. I don't think she wants to show us weakness. She is in foreign country right now. In a grey zone. She's been with Starsmet for a while now, but wasn't a new hire, so we didn't train her, she was trained elsewhere. Therefore Grey zone.
In any case.
I really want to strangle her.
This attitude. This 'holier then thou' persona she's giving off. Is totally not making friends with any of the other employees.
And it's not just me and the 'she has my name complex' I have.
I checked in with others who have worked with her.
Same thing.
They all have the same impression that I have.
Snooty. Holier then thou attitude. "I know what I'm doing and you obviously don't." attitude. She even got snooty with a manager!
"Has this been done yet?" "Ah. No. We haven't had time. The truck still needs to be unloaded" "Well, someone needs to be assigned to get this done when you can."
O.o Excuse me. Who's been working here longer? Not you. Who's the manager? Not you.
Ugh. Yah. Not my favorite person in the store. It's not a good thing when you've only been on the job two days and two of the departments are crossing their fingers, hoping that she doesn't have to work in that department that day, or that week, or ever.
I think it's mostly with her approach.
She's coming on a bit...aggressive. Treating us like she's the best and we're stumbling around blindfolded in a maze. Her way is the better way. yadda yadda.
The problem is. She doesn't see all the changes that have happened. My store definitely wasn't the best. It had to go through a major overhaul because the store was suffering. -I came on just after the major changes.- Where everyone was still finding their feet and getting things done. We've improved so much. I mean, we went from being in the red (last) to number 1 while I've been here. No, we're probably not up to whatever standards her old Starsmet had. But it's a much better place then it was. Because she doesn't see how much it's changed, she only sees what is still in the works of getting better. She doesn't know or understand. And if she doesn't change her attitude...
Cire said it best. "If she approached it differently, I would be willing to mesh her policies with ours as they fit to our situation. If she said approached the situation more...passively. Suggesting ideas of what worked in her old store, instead of telling us flat out that 'it should be done this way,
We wouldn't feel like our backs were against the wall. I want to know what her store did, what things they've done that have helped improve their store and see if we can incorporate it here, but it's hard to want to do that when you feel like you're under attack and have to defend what you have."
Yah...I'm trying to like her. Seriously I am. And I do. You know, until she does something or said something that feels like an attack. Then I feel like I have to defend.
And I'm trying really hard to not bring the claws out.
-Contrary to popular belief. I do have claws. I will use them. Especially when it involves something I care about. And I care about my store. I will defend it. Claws at the ready. Rawr.
Right now, I'm hoping that No2's attitude is just a temporary thing that will relax as time passes.
As Reth seemed really excited to have her, and I'm not looking forward to having to tell her that half of our department doesn't like No2 And that they don't want her there, when Reth gets back from her Vaca.
I mean she was extremely rude to Juce last night, so I hear. "You don't know much about animals do you?" No2 said to her. Juce was like "O.o Well...I'm new." Juce has only been here like a month. I've been here nearly a year and I still don't know everything. And I highly doubt No 2 knows everything as she's only been working in the company for 7 months. Obviously Juce won't know everything. Even with my experience with having so many pets growing up, I don't know everything. There are questions that can't be answered.
But. You don't tell a fellow coworker that. That they don't know much about animals. What sort of help does that give the new person? None. It just makes them feel bad. Or worse if they've been having a bad day. Instead, You help them out. Let them listen in on your conversations, tell them tidbits of information so they can learn. Teach them. Do Not put them down. How does putting down a coworker help their morale? It doesn't.
Yah. Please be a temporary attitude. Please be just the "I'm in a new place, among strangers who are all friends with each other and I'm by myself. AH!" jitters.
Because I do want to like her. I do want to work with her.
I do not want to work with that attitude. So we'll see. See if this is temporary or not.
We will see.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream, involved being chest deep in water, but I don't remember much beyond that.
Friday, June 21, 2013
A Picture Moment
I feel like I should carry a camera around while I'm at work. That way, when the creatures I interact with daily do something crazy, I can get a picture!
Unfortunately, I doubt the managers would approve of me pausing to get pictures while I'm on the clock. Ah. So many moment's I've missed out on because I didn't have said camera on my person!
But.
Today, while I was working on opening up my department. I saw something, and I couldn't resist. So I dashed back to my stuff and grabbed my Ipod to get a picture. Knowing that it was possible that by the time I got back, the moment would be gone.
It wasn't.
This is a Frilled Dragon.
And, it totally looks like he's praying to me. lol. His eyes were closed and everything.
Plus he gave me the dirtiest look when I moved his cage to open it up to feed him.
"Uh, excuse me. I'm kinda praying here, don't interrupt me!"
I couldn't resist though. It was such a random totally need to take a picture moment!
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Unfortunately, I doubt the managers would approve of me pausing to get pictures while I'm on the clock. Ah. So many moment's I've missed out on because I didn't have said camera on my person!
But.
Today, while I was working on opening up my department. I saw something, and I couldn't resist. So I dashed back to my stuff and grabbed my Ipod to get a picture. Knowing that it was possible that by the time I got back, the moment would be gone.
It wasn't.
This is what I found this morning while I was opening up cages to feed the reptiles their breakfast.
Plus he gave me the dirtiest look when I moved his cage to open it up to feed him.
I couldn't resist though. It was such a random totally need to take a picture moment!
:) Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Thursday, June 20, 2013
The Angel of Marye's Heights
During the television documentaries shown throughout the fiftieth anniversary of the D-Day invasion of Normandy, the terrible toll in human life was graphically illustrated, and gripping firsthand experiences of soldiers who were there were shared.
I particularly remember the comments of an American infantryman who told that, after a day of ferocious fighting, he glanced up from his shallow foxhole to see an enemy soldier with his gun barrel leveled at the American's heart.
Said the infantryman: "I felt I was soon to cross over that bridge of death which leads to eternity. Incredibly my enemy, in broken English, said to me, 'Solider, for you this war is over!' He took me prisoner and thus saved my life. Such mercy I shall remember forever."
At an earlier time and in a different conflict--namely the American Civil War--a historically documented account illustrates courage, coupled with mercy.
From December 11 to 13, 1962, the Union forces attacked Marye's Heights, a large hill overlooking the town of Fredericksburg, Virginia, where six thousand Rebels awaited them.
The Southern troops were in secure defensive positions behind a stone wall which meandered along the foot of the hill.
In addition, they stood four deep on a sunken road behind the wall, out of sight of Union forces.
The Union troops--over forty thousand strong--launched a series of suicidal attacks across open ground.
They were mowed own by a scythe of shot; none got closer than forty yards from the stone wall.
Soon the ground in front of the Confederate positions was littered with hundreds, then thousands, of fallen Union soldiers in their blue uniforms--over twelve thousand before sunset.
Crying for help, the wounded lay in the bitter cold throughout that terrible night.
The next day, a Sunday, dawned cold and foggy.
As the morning fog lifted, the agonized cries of the wounded could still be heard.
Finally, a young Confederate soldier, a nineteen-year-old sergeant, had had all that he could take.
The young man's name was Richard Rowland Kirkland.
To his commanding officer, Kirkland exclaimed, "All night and all day I have heard those poor people crying for water, and I can stand it no longer. I ... ask permission to go and give them water."
His request was initially denied on the grounds that it was too dangerous.
Finally, however, permission was granted, and soon thousands of amazed men on both sides saw the young soldier, with several canteens draped around his neck, climb over the wall and walk to the nearest wounded Union soldier.
He raised the stricken man's head, gently gave him a drink, and covered him with his own overcoat.
Then he moved to the next of the wounded--and the next and the next.
AS Kirkland's purpose became clear, fresh cries of "Water, water, for God's sake water" arose all over the field.
The Union soldiers were at first too surprised to shoot.
Soon they began to cheer the young Southerner as they saw what he was doing.
For more than an hour and a half, Sergeant Kirkland continued his work of mercy.
Tragically, Richard Kirkland was himself killed a few months later at the battle of Chicamauga.
His last words to his companions were, "Save yourselves, and tell my pa I died right."
Kirkland's Christlike compassion made his name synonymous with mercy for a post-Civil War generation, both North and South.
He became known by soldiers on both sides of the conflict as "the angel of Marye's Heights."
His loving errand of mercy is commemorated by a bronze monument which stands today in front of the stone wall at Fredericksburg.
It depicts Sergeant Kirkland lifting the head of a wounded Union soldier to give him a drink of refreshing water.
A tablet to Kirkland's honor hangs in the Episcopal church in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.
With simple eloquence, it captures the essence of the young soldier's mission of mercy.
It reads: "A hero of benevolence, at the risk of his own life, he gave his enemy drink at Fredericksburg."
Thomas S. Monson -Mercy--The Divine Gift -April 1995 General Conference
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Work's Unraveling
Do you ever feel like there's a link pin in your work.
Where without a certain someone, the world seems to fall into disaster and chaos within a matter of hours?
Totally seems like that at work. For Reth is on Vaca this whole week.
And I kinda expected something to go wrong.
I mean...the boss of my department is away. Therefore, that's when everything goes wrong. That specific moment in time when you can't run to someone else for help.
And oddly enough it isn't just my department that's suffering.
Not that Reth is in the other departments or has any major role in them.
But things aren't going so well elsewhere.
A few coworkers called in sick.
One ended up somehow getting a concussion -haven't heard this story yet, as this coworker hasn't been back to work yet.
Leaving only one stocker to get everything that needed to be put on the shelves, on the shelves.
Which meant that stocker -a manager- had to pull our cleaning guy from his duties to help, them get the shelves filled which put him behind on his duties.
Yet more coworkers call in sick leaving us short handed.
My partner in opening was two hours late to work, meaning that my department was still closed when the store opened. Everything still needed to be done as my duty of bedding changes was still in progress.
Then...the cats. All of them got sick. Sneezing, Diarrhea, which meant a big mess to clean up and a needed call to the shelter to come pick up the cats.
Which they didn't do. So I had to call them up again to say that the cats were getting worse, the next day. -They were having problems in their own area too. Those finally got picked up,
and then I had a ton of paperwork and duties that are usually Reth's to do, all while juggling telling my coworkers in my department what duties should be done during their shifts...
Yah crazy.
And I'm pretty sure it's because Reth isn't here.
I'm so looking forward to Reth's return as it's only mid week! Who knows what troubles we'll get into when the weekend comes. ;)
lol -okay honestly it's not that bad of a situation, everything got done and taken care of, just in a delayed manner, and enough people still made it to work that we could cover all the departments.
I just find it coincidental that it all happens while Reth is gone. :)
Ah the trials of work. :) lol
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
A shop suddenly appeared on the corner. A new ice cream place where you could press buttons and get different shakes, ice cream, etc. I was fascinated by one that looked like an atomic bomb cloud in a glass. Every time I pushed it, a different flavor came out. I thought that this was a brilliant thing and wanted to open up the shop to let customers in. I turned to the mom and asked her if I could get permission to have an ice cream shop, and she said no. I asked why not. And she said, because nobody would come. People don't go out anymore. They don't buy stuff anymore. They go to work, they go home. End of story. Apparently I was in a post apocalyptic world where something happened so that society had diminished to the bare bones. There wasn't fun or hanging out. Just work. Work. Work. Oh, and school if you were school aged. I didn't this concept, and so I was trying to figure out how to get 'hanging out' back when....
the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Where without a certain someone, the world seems to fall into disaster and chaos within a matter of hours?
Totally seems like that at work. For Reth is on Vaca this whole week.
And I kinda expected something to go wrong.
I mean...the boss of my department is away. Therefore, that's when everything goes wrong. That specific moment in time when you can't run to someone else for help.
And oddly enough it isn't just my department that's suffering.
Not that Reth is in the other departments or has any major role in them.
But things aren't going so well elsewhere.
A few coworkers called in sick.
One ended up somehow getting a concussion -haven't heard this story yet, as this coworker hasn't been back to work yet.
Leaving only one stocker to get everything that needed to be put on the shelves, on the shelves.
Which meant that stocker -a manager- had to pull our cleaning guy from his duties to help, them get the shelves filled which put him behind on his duties.
Yet more coworkers call in sick leaving us short handed.
My partner in opening was two hours late to work, meaning that my department was still closed when the store opened. Everything still needed to be done as my duty of bedding changes was still in progress.
Then...the cats. All of them got sick. Sneezing, Diarrhea, which meant a big mess to clean up and a needed call to the shelter to come pick up the cats.
Which they didn't do. So I had to call them up again to say that the cats were getting worse, the next day. -They were having problems in their own area too. Those finally got picked up,
and then I had a ton of paperwork and duties that are usually Reth's to do, all while juggling telling my coworkers in my department what duties should be done during their shifts...
Yah crazy.
And I'm pretty sure it's because Reth isn't here.
I'm so looking forward to Reth's return as it's only mid week! Who knows what troubles we'll get into when the weekend comes. ;)
lol -okay honestly it's not that bad of a situation, everything got done and taken care of, just in a delayed manner, and enough people still made it to work that we could cover all the departments.
I just find it coincidental that it all happens while Reth is gone. :)
Ah the trials of work. :) lol
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
A shop suddenly appeared on the corner. A new ice cream place where you could press buttons and get different shakes, ice cream, etc. I was fascinated by one that looked like an atomic bomb cloud in a glass. Every time I pushed it, a different flavor came out. I thought that this was a brilliant thing and wanted to open up the shop to let customers in. I turned to the mom and asked her if I could get permission to have an ice cream shop, and she said no. I asked why not. And she said, because nobody would come. People don't go out anymore. They don't buy stuff anymore. They go to work, they go home. End of story. Apparently I was in a post apocalyptic world where something happened so that society had diminished to the bare bones. There wasn't fun or hanging out. Just work. Work. Work. Oh, and school if you were school aged. I didn't this concept, and so I was trying to figure out how to get 'hanging out' back when....
the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
A Simple Sign
"You should be able to just look inside and see if they're clean or not and take care of them from there."
I've had this said to me quite a lot over the past week.
You know...whenever I mention "Hey, maybe the dishes stack up in the sink because there isn't a sign or anything to tell us if the dishes in the dish washer are dirty or not."
My response to their response.
No. You Can't.
Why? Because said dishes in said dishwasher may have already been rinsed off in the sink and stuck in the dish washer so they look clean but aren't really clean because all the gunk has been rinsed off of them. I mean, what is the point of a dishwasher anyway? You have to rinse off the dishes of all the grimy stuff anyway as the dishwasher does a lousy job of scrubbing those hard to scrub bits of food off the dishes.
In any case. I've tried opening the dishwasher a couple of times to see if they're dirty or clean.
Seriously, I can't tell.
And more seriously enough, I'm pretty sure my other roomies and I are too lazy to open said dish washer and actually look. If there are dishes in the sink that must mean that the dishwasher is full. Whether the dishes are dirty and need to be cleaned, in said dishwasher, or are already clean...remains unknown.
Why?
Because there isn't a sign up telling us!
*shakes head*
It's also because we're all a bit too lazy to take the dishes out of the dishwasher when it has been confirmed it's clean. I mean, they're out of sight, which means they're out of mind. And who wants to take the time to put away dishes? Certainly I'm not one of them.
I'm pretty sure that's why all the roommates, who I have considered to be the 'clean freaks of the apartment, have moved out. It's because the dishwasher remains a mystery to the rest of us.
Of course, at first they say it's fine. That they "love" to clean.
But eventually. It gets under their skin.
"Why can't so and so do their dishes!"
a) Because we can't tell if the dishwasher is full of dirty or clean dishes.
b) Because you clean them up for us before we get to them!
And so I'm sure there have been dirty dishes that have been put away uncleaned, and cleaned dishes that have been cleaned more then once due to this lack of visible sign.
"I need a visible sign!"
So whenever the tension gets too much and I've been complained at/to a time too many.
I finally take action.
Like I said. It's good to have a visible sign on the dishwasher saying if it's clean or dirty.
The other roomies have given me the "you can look and tell response."
Well obviously some of us can't if you're still complaining about it.
So I grabbed a piece of paper.
Two markers of different colors.
Wrote "DIRTY" on one side.
and "CLEAN" on the other.
Found a magnet.
Stuck paper to the dishwasher with the magnet and WALLA! THERE's THE SIGN!
You can now glance at said sign and know. "Oh. These dishes are clean!" or "Oh! These dishes are dirty!"
*shakes head* Seriously, that solution has worked a bit better then anything else I've encountered over the years.
Of course it's not a perfect solution. Namely...you still gotta take the dishes out of the dishwasher, and someone has to decide to put the soap in and start the thing to clean them. But it's helped out immensely in past experience with roommates.
Maybe this will help relieve the tension in the current set of roommates. *sighs*
We'll see.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I dreamt my parents had gone on a cruise, and that they were going on a fishing trip. Only they encountered this giant wolf creature and my mom was trying to catch the same fish this wolf creature was trying to catch, she was swinging on a pendulum occasionally using the wolf as a jumping off point as she tried to get the fish in.
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
I've had this said to me quite a lot over the past week.
You know...whenever I mention "Hey, maybe the dishes stack up in the sink because there isn't a sign or anything to tell us if the dishes in the dish washer are dirty or not."
My response to their response.
No. You Can't.
Why? Because said dishes in said dishwasher may have already been rinsed off in the sink and stuck in the dish washer so they look clean but aren't really clean because all the gunk has been rinsed off of them. I mean, what is the point of a dishwasher anyway? You have to rinse off the dishes of all the grimy stuff anyway as the dishwasher does a lousy job of scrubbing those hard to scrub bits of food off the dishes.
In any case. I've tried opening the dishwasher a couple of times to see if they're dirty or clean.
Seriously, I can't tell.
And more seriously enough, I'm pretty sure my other roomies and I are too lazy to open said dish washer and actually look. If there are dishes in the sink that must mean that the dishwasher is full. Whether the dishes are dirty and need to be cleaned, in said dishwasher, or are already clean...remains unknown.
Why?
Because there isn't a sign up telling us!
*shakes head*
It's also because we're all a bit too lazy to take the dishes out of the dishwasher when it has been confirmed it's clean. I mean, they're out of sight, which means they're out of mind. And who wants to take the time to put away dishes? Certainly I'm not one of them.
I'm pretty sure that's why all the roommates, who I have considered to be the 'clean freaks of the apartment, have moved out. It's because the dishwasher remains a mystery to the rest of us.
Of course, at first they say it's fine. That they "love" to clean.
But eventually. It gets under their skin.
"Why can't so and so do their dishes!"
a) Because we can't tell if the dishwasher is full of dirty or clean dishes.
b) Because you clean them up for us before we get to them!
And so I'm sure there have been dirty dishes that have been put away uncleaned, and cleaned dishes that have been cleaned more then once due to this lack of visible sign.
"I need a visible sign!"
So whenever the tension gets too much and I've been complained at/to a time too many.
I finally take action.
Like I said. It's good to have a visible sign on the dishwasher saying if it's clean or dirty.
The other roomies have given me the "you can look and tell response."
Well obviously some of us can't if you're still complaining about it.
So I grabbed a piece of paper.
Two markers of different colors.
Wrote "DIRTY" on one side.
and "CLEAN" on the other.
Found a magnet.
Stuck paper to the dishwasher with the magnet and WALLA! THERE's THE SIGN!
You can now glance at said sign and know. "Oh. These dishes are clean!" or "Oh! These dishes are dirty!"
*shakes head* Seriously, that solution has worked a bit better then anything else I've encountered over the years.
Of course it's not a perfect solution. Namely...you still gotta take the dishes out of the dishwasher, and someone has to decide to put the soap in and start the thing to clean them. But it's helped out immensely in past experience with roommates.
Maybe this will help relieve the tension in the current set of roommates. *sighs*
We'll see.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I dreamt my parents had gone on a cruise, and that they were going on a fishing trip. Only they encountered this giant wolf creature and my mom was trying to catch the same fish this wolf creature was trying to catch, she was swinging on a pendulum occasionally using the wolf as a jumping off point as she tried to get the fish in.
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Monday, June 17, 2013
April 1995 General Conference Priesthood Session
Jeffrey R. Holland -Our Priesthood Legacy
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
- When you are young not all of life's questions and difficulties have arisen yet, but they will arise, and unfortunately, for your generation, they will arise at a younger and younger age.
- "In every place a man now stands, a boy once used to be."
- He was simply a spiritual giant, always larger than life, leaving his children a legacy of devotion and courage longer than all eternity.
- Another important quality to emulate is humor in the face of challenge.
- This is the work or the stewardship of the home teacher: to feed, to nourish and quench the thirst of the sheep who are assigned to him as a shepherd.
- It is worth noting the way the Lord prepares our spirit and mind, without our realizing it, to obtain this high level of understanding.
- Home teachers "carry the heavy and glorious responsibility of representing the Lord Jesus Christ in looking after the welfare of each member."
- "The most worthy calling in life ... is that in which man can serve best his fellow man."
- There is no greater responsibility than that of being a husband and a father.
- "(For if a man know not how to rule his own house, how shall he take care of the church of God?)"
- "How can I [find my way], except some man should guide me?"
- First, prepare with purpose.
- "The kind of men we want as bearers of this Gospel message are men who have faith in God; men who have faith in their religion; men who honor their priesthood; men in whom the people who know them have faith and in whom God has confidence. ... We want men full of the Holy Ghost and the power of God. ... Men who bear the words of life among the nations, ought to be men of honor, integrity, virtue and purity; and this being the command of God to us, we shall try and carry it out."
- Second, teach with testimony
- Third, labor with love.
- There is no substitute for love.
- Young men, wherever you are called will be right for you, and you will learn to love your mission.
- "Be ready always to give an answer to every [one] that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you."
- "Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you." This office is not one to be sought after. The right to select rests with the Lord.
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Sunday, June 16, 2013
My Admirer
I have an admirer.
Of course...he's like 2 years old.
But an admirer nevertheless.
You see, I once again ventured into the Nursery to spend time with my mom and dad as they were watching the Nursery kids.
-The last time I ventured in, I got sick. We'll see if that happens this time.
In any case,
just after snack time, I was sitting on a chair,
and one of the little boys came up, and sat on the chair next to me.
He, munching on his frosted animal crackers.
Me, munching on my pretzels.
lol, he insisted that we just sit there.
Side by side.
And soon enough, I had the other six nursery kids all gathered around me.
Just sitting.
lol. I didn't realize I could captivate an audience so quickly.
I was just sitting there.
and everyone joined me.
lol we didn't stay quiet for long, we got into an animal noises.
And then into chasing each other around.
Occasionally, the young admirer would come up to me and say "Come sit!"
So, we'd go back to the chairs and sit.
Lol, he'd get mad if a different kid sat in 'my' chair.
And if I decided to sit elsewhere,
he would sit next to me.
Just quietly sit next to me.
Such a cute kid. lol.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream....had something to do with work and a crazy thing happening that usually doesn't happen in work...
-S.N.D
Of course...he's like 2 years old.
But an admirer nevertheless.
You see, I once again ventured into the Nursery to spend time with my mom and dad as they were watching the Nursery kids.
-The last time I ventured in, I got sick. We'll see if that happens this time.
In any case,
just after snack time, I was sitting on a chair,
and one of the little boys came up, and sat on the chair next to me.
He, munching on his frosted animal crackers.
Me, munching on my pretzels.
lol, he insisted that we just sit there.
Side by side.
And soon enough, I had the other six nursery kids all gathered around me.
Just sitting.
lol. I didn't realize I could captivate an audience so quickly.
I was just sitting there.
and everyone joined me.
lol we didn't stay quiet for long, we got into an animal noises.
And then into chasing each other around.
Occasionally, the young admirer would come up to me and say "Come sit!"
So, we'd go back to the chairs and sit.
Lol, he'd get mad if a different kid sat in 'my' chair.
And if I decided to sit elsewhere,
he would sit next to me.
Just quietly sit next to me.
Such a cute kid. lol.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream....had something to do with work and a crazy thing happening that usually doesn't happen in work...
-S.N.D
Saturday, June 15, 2013
For Good
I may or may not still be a bit obsessed with the show Sherlock.
I'm actually enjoying watching the episodes over again, as I'm catching more details now that I'm not just trying to comprehend what Sherlock is blabbering on about.
And continuing in with my obsession, I'm still checking out the occasional music vids.
Since my last favorite video had a song from the play 'Wicked' I wanted to see what other songs had been used along with clips from the Sherlock series.
I found this amazing one.
Totally brought tears to my eyes upon watching it. As it fit so well!
Presenting: Sherlock -For Good
Note: You will need to be on a computer to see this vid, it apparently doesn't work on mobile devices. :(
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
You know those moments when you pretend to be someone you're not to get accepted by people you really admire? Well, I'd taken on one of the bigger lies when I encountered a group of friends that I wanted to join, but couldn't. For one. I didn't have powers. For two. I was an orphan and so didn't actually have a place to live. They stopped at the gate to my house (my parents home, though it wasn't 'my' home.) I noticed a book laying on the ground, by a famous author -whose home we were standing outside of. I picked it up, and the group immediately started wondering why I had that book. -it was a school book to the school I didn't go to- and so I told them that I lived here, that the famous author was really my father, and booked it inside. They really wanted to come inside, but I managed to force the door shut on their faces and lock it. Because I didn't want them to know I'd lied to them, as I really wanted to be their friend. I couldn't tell them the truth. Unfortunately they persisted in standing outside the glass door, waiting to come in. My parents actually commented on it, but I told them to leave the kids out there. They couldn't know. In any case, I worked with my family on planning our cruise, and what we were going to do, though I had a hard time focusing because I knew it would only be a matter of time before the group of teenagers got inside and found out I'd been lying....
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
I'm actually enjoying watching the episodes over again, as I'm catching more details now that I'm not just trying to comprehend what Sherlock is blabbering on about.
And continuing in with my obsession, I'm still checking out the occasional music vids.
Since my last favorite video had a song from the play 'Wicked' I wanted to see what other songs had been used along with clips from the Sherlock series.
I found this amazing one.
Totally brought tears to my eyes upon watching it. As it fit so well!
Presenting: Sherlock -For Good
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
You know those moments when you pretend to be someone you're not to get accepted by people you really admire? Well, I'd taken on one of the bigger lies when I encountered a group of friends that I wanted to join, but couldn't. For one. I didn't have powers. For two. I was an orphan and so didn't actually have a place to live. They stopped at the gate to my house (my parents home, though it wasn't 'my' home.) I noticed a book laying on the ground, by a famous author -whose home we were standing outside of. I picked it up, and the group immediately started wondering why I had that book. -it was a school book to the school I didn't go to- and so I told them that I lived here, that the famous author was really my father, and booked it inside. They really wanted to come inside, but I managed to force the door shut on their faces and lock it. Because I didn't want them to know I'd lied to them, as I really wanted to be their friend. I couldn't tell them the truth. Unfortunately they persisted in standing outside the glass door, waiting to come in. My parents actually commented on it, but I told them to leave the kids out there. They couldn't know. In any case, I worked with my family on planning our cruise, and what we were going to do, though I had a hard time focusing because I knew it would only be a matter of time before the group of teenagers got inside and found out I'd been lying....
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
Friday, June 14, 2013
Surprise In The Back Room
It started with an aggressive fancy parakeet.
We'd placed her in the floor cages at work, while we were waiting for more parakeets to come in.
She's so aggressive...she's up for adoption. As she'll pick on other birds...unless she's in a huge aviary where the other birds can get away from her.
In any case. We had other fancy parakeets come in, and she hadn't got adopted out yet.
Therefore, I had to catch her, put her in a smaller cage, and move her to the back before bringing out the bigger cage in the back to the front, to put those parakeets in there.
-Yah, she definitely knows how to bite. I got smart and used a net to catch her to save my fingers.
But the story happens after this whole mini adventure of moving birds about.
For you see,
I took the cage into our back room to be cleaned.
Did stuff around the sink, looked down.
And saw something moving.
SNAKE!!
Was my first thought.
And then I actually comprehended what it was.
A Big.
Fancy.
Leopard.
Gecko.
The thing was gigantic compared to the ones I usually see about work!
Probably six or seven inches long.
-The ones we get in are usually 2, and can get up to 4 before I see them sold.
Not this guy.
He was big!
I just stared at it.
Watching it move.
It's definitely something you don't expect to see wandering around the back room.
Unfortunately my reaction to 'CATCH IT!'
was a bit too slow. By the time I moved to grab it, It had slipped underneath a steel network holding the fish tank system,
To not be caught.
Doesn't mean I didn't try to.
I did.
For a while.
-I'm stubborn like that.
I even saw it once more.
But again was too late with it.
Grr.
I want to catch it!
Now I'm going to be on the look out for it every time I go to the back.
lol. You may be asking yourself, 'why is there a lizard running around OUTSIDE of the reptile cages. and how is it surviving?'
Well, the second question is easier to answer then the first.
It's living off of loose crickets.
There are many of those around the store, as those buggers don't always cooperate when you're trying to put them into bags.
The first...is more difficult to answer.
I have no idea how he got out.
Generally Leopard Gecko's don't climb. And the cages are pretty secure.
All I do know is that a month or so ago, Reth had mentioned that we were missing a Fancy Leopard Gecko. One had disappeared.
We'd assumed that it just hadn't been sold right.
Turns out. It had escaped.
Again I don't know how.
My closest guess would be that somehow it escaped during bedding changes...but again, not likely. We'll probably never know how he got out.
In any case. Reth was super excited to hear that he's still alive and in the store, even if we didn't catch him.
But I will. Oh I will. Just you wait.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I dreamt that Beth was with me and a friend, which I thought was odd, as she'd left on her mission a couple of weeks ago. But it was more like she'd gotten permission to leave the MTC to go do something...
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
We'd placed her in the floor cages at work, while we were waiting for more parakeets to come in.
She's so aggressive...she's up for adoption. As she'll pick on other birds...unless she's in a huge aviary where the other birds can get away from her.
In any case. We had other fancy parakeets come in, and she hadn't got adopted out yet.
Therefore, I had to catch her, put her in a smaller cage, and move her to the back before bringing out the bigger cage in the back to the front, to put those parakeets in there.
-Yah, she definitely knows how to bite. I got smart and used a net to catch her to save my fingers.
But the story happens after this whole mini adventure of moving birds about.
For you see,
I took the cage into our back room to be cleaned.
Did stuff around the sink, looked down.
And saw something moving.
SNAKE!!
Was my first thought.
And then I actually comprehended what it was.
A Big.
Fancy.
Leopard.
Gecko.
The thing was gigantic compared to the ones I usually see about work!
Probably six or seven inches long.
-The ones we get in are usually 2, and can get up to 4 before I see them sold.
Not this guy.
He was big!
I just stared at it.
Watching it move.
It's definitely something you don't expect to see wandering around the back room.
Unfortunately my reaction to 'CATCH IT!'
was a bit too slow. By the time I moved to grab it, It had slipped underneath a steel network holding the fish tank system,
To not be caught.
Doesn't mean I didn't try to.
I did.
For a while.
-I'm stubborn like that.
I even saw it once more.
But again was too late with it.
Grr.
I want to catch it!
Now I'm going to be on the look out for it every time I go to the back.
lol. You may be asking yourself, 'why is there a lizard running around OUTSIDE of the reptile cages. and how is it surviving?'
Well, the second question is easier to answer then the first.
It's living off of loose crickets.
There are many of those around the store, as those buggers don't always cooperate when you're trying to put them into bags.
The first...is more difficult to answer.
I have no idea how he got out.
Generally Leopard Gecko's don't climb. And the cages are pretty secure.
All I do know is that a month or so ago, Reth had mentioned that we were missing a Fancy Leopard Gecko. One had disappeared.
We'd assumed that it just hadn't been sold right.
Turns out. It had escaped.
Again I don't know how.
My closest guess would be that somehow it escaped during bedding changes...but again, not likely. We'll probably never know how he got out.
In any case. Reth was super excited to hear that he's still alive and in the store, even if we didn't catch him.
But I will. Oh I will. Just you wait.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I dreamt that Beth was with me and a friend, which I thought was odd, as she'd left on her mission a couple of weeks ago. But it was more like she'd gotten permission to leave the MTC to go do something...
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again. :)
-S.N.D
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