Okay, so, I like, don't have any journal entries on here (that little survey/quiz thing doesn't count) so I thought I would change that. This is probably going to be long because I'm sorta just typing while thoughts flow from my mind, down my arms, and through my fingertips. So basically, don't blame me for typos because my fingers are never on the correct keys and I do not look down at the keyboard when I type. It's amazing that I don't make errors more often. Wow... I just talked about useless information for the last few sentences. And... everything onward from this point will undoubtedly be the same.

Last night, I had the weirdest dream. You know, like the kind of dream you would expect to have if you're drunk or high or just really out of it. At least that's what it seems like what people experiencing those things would dream about. I don't even remember the complete beginning of the bizarre reel of pictures. Somehow, I found myself in a class at CLC, but not just any class; we were a group of people who enjoyed acting, but were not necessarily taking drama. Another strange thing about the group of people was that there were only five of us, not including the teacher.

The teacher was an interesting sight. She was the homeroom teacher from Rosario + Vampire. Now, I understand why she entered my dream. Lately, I've been watching the show and read all of the scanlated manga that is out on the net. I read and watched before bed too so it was obviously the last thing that was on my mind before I lost consciousness. Nekonome (Image) came up with the idea to do a play at the college with the five of us. And not just any play, oh no. This play happened to be Pirates of the Caribbean At World's End.

So basically, we skip rehearsals and go straight to the performance. Somehow, a pool was created and attached to the stage area. It was HUGE and was complete with waterfalls and crap. Not literal crap, but... ehh... you know what I mean. Cameras were hooked up on the walls so the audience could watch our performance via projection onto a board. When the ship we were all on (Oh yeah, and somehow we had more than forty people on the ship by this point), plummeted over the edge of the first waterfall, I screamed at the top of my lungs. The teacher told the rest of the class that I was a fabulous actress and everyone should learn from me because my fear was so well portrayed by the look in my eyes and the sound of my voice that it was believable. Heh, yeah... I was screaming because I was dead scared of heights and thought that I was going to die.

When the play was over, I was told to try out for an actual play being run by the school and when I went there, there were several girls auditioning. I ran into this one redhead who I recognized from this show I watched with my mom. I don't remember her name, but I know that she wanted to become a Pussycat Girl... or something like that. I hated that show and hardly paid attention. Anyway, when I got there, she said that the parts were already decided from the beginning, but the director still auditioned people just to humor them (this was obviously a reference to Full Moon o Sagashite). In the end, I ended up impressing the judges (yes, there were three judges like on American Idol, So You Think You Can Dance, America's Got Talent, etc) and got the part of the lead. It pissed off the redhead. And then... the dream was over because the phone woke me. It was so weird.

Other than having strange dreams lately, things have been okay. I did have the stomach flu and pretty badly too, but now I'm over it. My mom went in for testing today because she's been sick for years and it seems to have gone well. Dad's yelling ( 'raising his voice' ), but that's normal. Michele's been having crazy spells, but again, that's to be expected. School hasn't been too difficult and I really love my English class because it specializes in horror. Pat's great because he always has the funniest stories to tell us.

Work on the other hand has not been so great. Michelle's a real moody lady. She's seriously hot and cold. Everyone says that they wish she'd just get through this menopause already so she'll calm down. At the library, we're not allowed to say 'excuse me' or 'I need to get over there' to get a patron to move. If they're in the way, we just have to either wait or attempt to find something else to do. The other day, I was putting away an AV cart and in the time it took me to leave and return, a kid had positioned himself in front of everything I had sorted and sifted through it. I could not continue any of my work because he was in the way. Too bad Michelle was there that day and was near the cart. Since I had nothing to do, I asked a coworker something about the new materials we were shelving. Michelle saw me talking and immediately snapped, "What? Are you waiting for break? Keep working until that time. Don't stand around talking!" I wanted to shout back at her, but my meekness did not allow me to do so.

Two days ago, I had to do a shelf check for her because I was called on the walky-talky I had clipped to my pocket. Whenever we get a call, we immediately have to report to the person who called us at the circulation desk. I left the kids area and did what I was supposed to, but I did not know who called me so I walked into the room behind the desk to inquire about this. Of course, Michelle had to be the one that called (her voice sounds so different over the walky-talky than it does when she talks on the phone or face to face), and she treated me like an idiot. She informed me that it did not matter who called because I always had to report to the circulation desk. Well, I did. And no one was doing anything about it. Shouldn't I have tried to find who made the call instead of standing around like an idiot?

The book I had to look for was not on the shelf so I returned to circ to inform Michelle, but when I got back, she was busy with a patron. We were always told not to interrupt when a patron is being helped so I kindly waited for her. When I waited, I noticed that the videos next to me were messy so I straightened them as far as I could reach from where I was standing. Michelle looked up and, being the oh so wonderful woman she is, stated quite bitterly, "When you do these shelf checks you need to come back immediately when you're done." I opened my mouth to speak, to defend myself, but she saw this and cut me off. "Did you find it? No? It wasn't there? Okay. *rips the sheet of paper out of my hands* Thank you." I once again opened my mouth to say something, but only managed to murmur, "But I... you were with..." She heard me because she looked at me, but completely ignored me. The person she was helping actually made a face in response to her rudeness.

I really do not want to work any more days with my boss there. She also says things and then takes them back at a future date. On Saturdays, there are three of us that work. She changed the rules so that we all could not go on break at the same time (the reason for this is she believes that one person must be on the floor at all times). However, at a meeting that took place a little over a week ago, she stated that when she is working, we could all go together. She worked Sunday. We handed her the walky-talky because she had said that we could all go together (which is nice because then one of us does not have to go on break alone). She nearly hurled the thing back at us after demanding us to tell her who was staying on the floor. Stupid woman.

My mom was in the hospital several weeks ago because we had thought that she had a heart attack. It was near the beginning of the span of time I worked at the library. On that Wednesday when my mind was clouded and my vision was hazy, I was tested on a cart. There was a percentage that we could get wrong when it came to shelving and I accidentally made mistakes that went above that percentage... by .03%. A few days later, I came home from school to find a message from my boss ending with the line, "I hope we can work things out..." Before that line, she asked me to come in because we 'had to talk immediately.' Yes, it sounded like she was going to fire me.

When I did come in to work to meet her, she told me that I was there because I was tested. Then she walked around the library to show me what I did wrong. The funny thing about it was... half the misshelved things on the list were never on my cart or in my hands. Whenever I tried to tell her that, she would simply repeat herself and ignore me. She's really just terrible though. We're always left phone messages about how we're not doing our jobs correctly. Someone was apparently mixing up call numbers so she left a message telling us this. But oh no, it did not just stop there. She had to add, "If you need your eyes checked, I suggest you make an appointment now." See? Entirely uncalled for. She's done much worse things too.

Typing all of that really helped relax me because I still felt shaky over all of it. I seriously wanted to smack her or shout back at her, but I just could not do it. People who aren't in my department talk about Michelle all the time too and say that they're glad that she's not their boss because they would not be able to handle it. I just let all this stress build up until I felt like I was going to explode. This entry really helped control that.

Mmm... Yeah. Weird dream and work ranting. This made for a... great journal entry. In the future, I shall be better. It's just a weird time right now because it's my friend's birthday tomorrow. He'd be nineteen if he were still alive. That's on my mind. My grandpa was also sick, but I believe he's better now. My mom's going to quit her job so we're going to have to rely on my dad alone (I don't make enough money to do anything...). My former uncle's currently committing fraud after learning what health insurance my step-uncle (whatever) has. A lot's been happening. And here I thought it was going to be a good year. Oh well... At least... these crazy dreams will keep me going. XD;