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Sitting at work now, on my first break. Just cleaned a room that had a Methycillin Resistant Staphylococcus Aureus (MRSA) infection. Bleach all the way. Pain in the ass, but only a little.
So many people complain about ever having to do this floor - my floor. I don't get what all the fuss is about. I got used to it. I had to get used to it. No big deal; just some hectic shit at certain times, being tethered to the floor by a pager. |
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Nov. 5th, 2008 @ 03:05 am
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Still laid off. Work next week likely.
Obama wonned! If you want my honest opinion, but perhaps not quite so thorough:
http://community.livejournal.com/anarchists/2439109.html?thread=38159301#t38159301
Yes, I'm an anarchist. Until I went to the booth, I wasn't sure if I'd vote for Obama. I decided to vote for Cynthia McKinney because Michigan was confidently headed in Barack's direction. But wasn't even that strategy a glaring example of my privilege? Maybe.
The point remains that people in more dire circumstances, yet immensely hopeful for the future, have backed Mr. Obama because they expect him to use his newfound powers for good instead of evil. Not because they have no capacity for action otherwise! This is a cry for help, motherfuckers! Those of us who are worth our salt have to engage more heavily with our fellow Americans to radically change this society. It doesn't happen from atop a high horse of anarchist dogmatism.
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Oct. 27th, 2008 @ 01:12 am
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Hello.
I live in Ypsi. I'm laid off for the month, got a permanent position next month.
Jen and I are doing great.
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Jul. 17th, 2008 @ 02:20 am
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Still living at Debs House. We'll be leaving on August 18 or thereabouts.
The job is going great. I got a vote of confidence from one of my coworkers who I filled in for for the first month I got in. She said that as far as she can see, I come to work every day on time, do a good job, and I don't disappear for a long time, so I should have no problem getting a permanent position. Unfortunately (or fortunately for me) another temp may not get a permanent position because he's a cocky kid, bragging about probation at times, complains about crap a lot, and doesn't really do a very good job anyway; he reminds me of a lot of kids I went to high school with.
Also, I got the high score on Ms. Pacman in Mott Children's Hospital last night. It's an original tabletop unit from like 1981. I never liked any Pacman games until I realized how easy it was to play it with a joystick.
Jen's job is going well, too. She's been picking up some extra midnight shifts, working doubles. I know it's gotta be hell. |
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Jul. 3rd, 2008 @ 09:24 am
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I am working midnights as a custodian again, but this time it's stable and there's a future involved. UM Hospital - temp now, permanent later; union, benefits, extra super pay, classes again at some point.
I'm living at Debs Co-Op in Ann Arbor. I don't have to drive to work at the hospital. Definite bonus.
House/Coop charges are cheap, utilities and food included. I didn't realize how good living in a coop is.
Jen and I will probably stay for the Fall and Winter, too, especially if we can keep this room. We're painting it yellow soon.
The radical training center in Detroit will be a reality in the next year. I'm sure of it. Our vision is getting clearer. |
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I'm starting a new job at U of M Hospital tonight. I work the midnight shift as a custodian.
I'm pretty damn nervous about it. I had some basic job orientation yesterday. Tonight begins my three-or-more-day on-the-job training.
May. 21st, 2008 @ 12:26 pm
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I hate myself.
News at 11, or never. Boohoo.
Mar. 29th, 2008 @ 05:22 pm
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http://detroit.citysearch.com/review/5209702
The reviews of Electronic Connection at citysearch.com mirror most of my experiences at the place ever since I first started going there in high school.
I thought it was just me.
I could do without the misogynist remarks, but I had always told people that it's a good place for parts but the people at the counter have a bad attitude.
Mar. 24th, 2008 @ 12:22 pm
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My sister is doing well, even if she is still very groggy from the meds. She sleeps a lot and still on the couch. But the end is nigh, I hope.
I'll be serving food to graduate employees at the University of Michigan. They're staging a walkout tomorrow. They do the work, I provide the sustenance.
I'm picking up some of that food at Jim R.'s house tonight. I'll make a bunch of soup and bread today. Soup is easy and with 150+ expected, it goes a long way.
Buddie and I fixed up the plumbing at the building a couple weeks ago. I have to call David today to set up another day to finish the cleanup and get on him about replacing the front door. I'm going to check in on Buddie to see if the gig hauling cow meat is going and if he managed to work on his taxes. I'll be in his neck of the woods tonight, anyway.
Still unemployed but applying like a madman. I just may soon find myself working at U of M, hopefully as a custodian.
Music is starting to move back into view. More to come.
Mar. 24th, 2008 @ 07:12 am
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Well, Michele is still in her psychotic state, but we've narrowed down the cause/s pretty well. Apparently, people with Down Syndrome have a much higher tolerance for medication, hence why she wasn't effected by the sedatives or the anxiety meds. Likewise, the tylenol that my mom gave her counteracted those same medications.
So, her dose has been upped in that regard.
Now here's the most astounding revelation: She has a kidney infection for which she was prescribed medication. However, my mom did not realize this until today. The prescription was hidden with some other papers. So the psychiatrist said that the kidney infection likely was the root of the problem. It could have triggered the psychosis in the first place.
Additionally, I neglected to mention that one of the first things Michele said to me the night she started acting strange was, "my kidney hurts."
Jesus Christ. I had no idea.
I hope she gets better soon.
Mar. 15th, 2008 @ 09:58 pm
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My sister is delirious! Fuckin psychotic!
She needs professional help and round-the-clock care. She has taken enough sedative to knock out a horse and she still refuses to sleep. She walks around, cries, says she's scared, fights to get into my parents bedroom. My mom has to get up in the morning to go to work!
She won't be able to see a psychiatrist until Monday, and at 6pm even.
She says her head hurts, her eyes hurt, she coughs a little, maybe has a little fever. This is just beyond me. I can't figure it out. She walks around like an elderly zombie. Did she have a stroke? No signs on the brain scan. wtf. What was the trigger? Was there a trigger?
I am in no place to be making conclusions. As much as it pains me, I know we need to find her some kind of treatment even if it means having her in another environment altogether. But that fucking Circle Of Life place sucks. They can't care for someone with Down Syndrome. Jen pointed out a cut on her arm that wasn't there on Sunday when we visited. What happened?
God I'm tired. Now I'm going to check on her to make sure she isn't wandering around again.
We're all too old for this already. It's a shitty time of year, especially.
edit: Now she's going to turn on every light in the fucking house. This sounds just like me when I was a little kid, afraid to sleep, turning on as many lights as I can, huddled against a front door adjacent to my bedroom, afraid of some unknown thing. I didn't get much sleep either.
I AM DETERMINED TO GO TO SLEEP.
Mar. 14th, 2008 @ 02:33 am
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Hello again. How long has it been, dear diary? I don't even want to check; it feels like an eternity.
Jen and I have been dumpster diving several times a week, almost never coming home empty-handed.
She just started working in the early morning at the University of Michigan Hospital, so I went out last night. I came across the usual bags of salad and other produce and a dented plastic jar of peanut butter. But the biggest find of all was 69 cans of this stuff: 
The low-carb version tastes almost disgusting, but edible nonetheless. The orange stuff ain't half bad, but I wouldn't pay for it.
Anyway, I have a new keyboard as well. It's working out very nicely. It's the Edirol PCR-300 and the manual is probably one of the easiest I've ever read. Right up there with my Drumkat manual. In related news, my Muse Receptor's power supply seems to be failing, which is not unheard of. I opened a ticket at Muse to have one sent to me. I'm really itching to write some more music or just open up some old unfinished projects.
I lost my job at the janitorial company. No more driving 500-1000 miles a week, thankfully. But, I'm living on a paltry Unemployment income. Praise be to my mom again for being so accommodating. I've applied to many many jobs since December, but not one call has come in. I've sent out nice cover letters and everything. If I can get into UMHS like Jen did, I will be a happy camper.
In worse news, my sister Michele is in the hospital. Circle of Life (St. John) at 15000 Gratiot to be exact. Last week she began exhibiting schizophrenia-like behavior. She refused to do anything, especially be in her bedroom where she claimed to have been bitten by a monster, or a man in her closet. She began hearing things, seeing things, and avoided mirrors. Jen and I visited her on Sunday. She was not herself. She was tired, much more timid than usual, and terrified of being there. It's the first time she's been away from home around strangers. We're going to get her back here ASAP this week and set things up with a local psychiatrist via CLS. I am so worried.
That's all for now, e-diary.
Mar. 11th, 2008 @ 01:40 pm
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Dear Diary,
The Internet is so passé.
But here's something great: my sister sent me a racist fuckin email forward. Of course, I had to reply. I hope it turns into a family feud. Maybe then I'll win $10,000.
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I've been going out with someone new, and it's been stupendous. Also: she actually lives near me, which is a plus. I finally done got growed up.
Still working. I managed to get a new IWW member from it.
Oct. 5th, 2007 @ 09:12 am
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http://isupportthetemps.blogspot.com/
Email and phone-in campaign.
They marched on management today. Tomorrow, send an email or give the boss a call to show your support for the temp workers.
Mar. 12th, 2007 @ 05:02 pm
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I BIN JANITORING ALL OVER THE PLACE.
What a mess.
Feb. 28th, 2007 @ 01:53 pm
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TIME TO APPLY FOR A SECOND JOB.
Dec. 21st, 2006 @ 02:50 am
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http://misswong.livejournal.com/88351.html?thread=260895#t260895
Oh this is absolutely fucked up.
I said nothing about being angry with an abusive partner. How could I not be?
But is frustration out of the question when communicating with anyone who recognizes the problem, yet continues to play the role of the victim; continues to forgive? This is not victim blaming--the blame for the abuse rests squarely on the shoulders of the abuser. But is it not understandable for anyone to be frustrated with that?
Anyway, that is what I replied, but I am no longer able to comment, so here it is, sent via email.
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Where does sexist victim-blaming come in when we're talking about just personal frustration with the fact that there exists a structure of a continuing cycle of abuse? The frustration is with that very structure, and so how can you not be likewise frustrated when a person acknowledges the problem but excuses it?! It's not utter helplessness; it's not anger; it's "To cause feelings of discouragement or bafflement in."
Clearly, you can remove a participant from that situation, but so many loved ones and neighbors choose to ignore it! So much abuse goes unreported because they choose to ignore it. WHAT FUCKING RATIONAL PERSON ISN'T FRUSTRATED BY THAT?
Nov. 10th, 2006 @ 01:57 pm
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Nov. 8th, 2006 @ 06:50 am
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My dad's tractor caught fire and blew up. It done been burned the fuck out.
( Pictures )
The fire department came and put it out, but not before flames shot up from the oil and gas tanks. He suspects that it may have started in the oil filter. He tried to put out the initial fire, successfully quenching the left 'drivers' side, but the other side just kept spewing oil and flames. There are little pools of cooled liquid aluminum sitting there. Every piece of plastic was melted and will never be seen again--even he's surprised by how much plastic was used in this thing.
I guess he put on quite a show for the bourgie land developers and their friends at the party at the Holiday Inn. He yelled, "I'll bet you're wondering what I'm gonna do for an encore!"
That is all.
Aug. 11th, 2006 @ 03:46 pm
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Another week of work done been squashed like lots of bugs that hang inside the entrance to a particular nameless bank in Grosse Ile.
My last day off was Saturday, July 15. I work tonight, for sure. I got overtime last week, and my mileage sheet contains 1,117 miles of driving since Monday.
I think I might drive to Milford to drop off a few supplies at the library, and then it's off to Livonia and Waltz and anywhere else I'm told to go.
I gave my coworker two Dead Prez cd's. He seems to think that we're being robbed by the boss all the time, and someone is making lots of money off of us. He must be a commie pig.
Jul. 24th, 2006 @ 10:21 am
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