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These are the journals of Quintin J. Scott, Director;
Strategic Operations Rapid Response Team - Earth Sector;
November 27th, 2006 C.E.


"Well, here I am."

Mostly, things have been all right. Life's not without its ups and downs, right?

You've already read my tenth Journal Entry, so you know that I had a FANTASTIC Thanksgiving! I've almost finished the remainder of the leftovers. I'm leaving the pumpkin soup for one more day. I'm hoping that it gets a little colder so that I can enjoy the soup in a proper setting.

Black Friday at Borders wasn't too bad. It wasn't the same ol' monotonous shelving like I've been doing. I shelved from 7a to 8a before I got put on the register. I worked the register until my lunch, came back from lunch, and worked on register some more. I ended the day by helping out on the floor with customers and questions. Picking up my check at 6p (That's right, kiddies. Ol' Q.Diddy went into work at 7a and got out at 6p. I know that may not seem like much to some who are used to working those hours, but I haven't been sleeping well and it was incredulously taxing on me), I deposited it, went home and then headed over to Mark & Dana's for some quality "Doctor Who" viewing time, sans the Doctor Who (which was pre-empted for some crappy SciFi channel crapfest). Had a beer, ate some leftovers and this nice seafood dip, watched some SCA martial stuff, and headed home.

Did I mention that my car is, now, leaking transmission fluid? Oh, I didn't? Yeah...yeah, that's what's going on now. Yeah...that's about another $300 that I don't have and won't have for a long time. Now, the car's rattling. Not too bad, but I have to keep shunting massive amounts of fluid in it and it's just irritating. I get one thing fixed on it and then...**WHAM!**...something else happens. That's what happens to the ol' Q.Diddy. Get ahead a little...making a little headway...**WHAM!**...Life delivers a straight superkick to my throat. I can't win, it seems.

But I will persevere. I must. There's no other way.

I worked on Saturday, too, which fuckin' sucks. I had been so conditioned to Monday thru Friday that when I woke up on Saturday, I almost turned off the alarm and went back to sleep. Damnable job. It wasn't a total loss, by the by. It was National Games Week, held at [livejournal.com profile] magistar's house.

I got out of work around 4p and walked into a game of Donald Trump's...something or other. I can't remember. I was just exhausted, barely comprehending what was going on. I did manage enough cognitive thought to believe this was just the 21st Century version of Tongo, but I digress (That's why I kept shouting "Acquire!" at you, D.Munny).

Next, there was this little game called "Quelf". As fun as it was, it was LOOOOOOOOOOOONG! When next we play it ([livejournal.com profile] magistar, [livejournal.com profile] themadjaywoman, [livejournal.com profile] justinlymner, [livejournal.com profile] taliesinsmuse, [livejournal.com profile] beanie1125 and Craig), we have to start earlier.

Unfortunately, exhaustion got the better of me and I fell asleep on the couch/futon thing. I woke up after twenty minutes or so, managed a few goodbyes and headed for home, crashing only an hour or two after that.

Tomorrow, I do an overnight for the store: 10p-7a. I'm going to be a zombie.

If I've been less than communicative with you, I'm sorry. So much stuff...so little time...so little time...

Peace.
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These are the journals of Quintin J. Scott, Director;
Strategic Operations Rapid Response Team - Earth Sector;
November 23rd, 2006 C.E.


Oh...My...God.

First of all, a very happy Thanksgiving to each and every one of my LJ'ers and MySpacers out there (those who celebrate, at least) and here's to hoping you stuff yourselves silly, which is exactly what I did! I am SO full right now! Even though the last time I ate was earlier today around 2p, I'm still full!

Last night, Muffin and Buttercup decided to have a "Heartbroken Holiday Pity Party". Even though I needed to start working on my banana pudding for Thanksgiving, I went over and spent some time with them. Had some wine, got mauled by them ( ;-) ), and some good times were had. I got out of there around 2 and came home to make the banana pudding. The thing is that I forgot how to make it, even though I had all the ingredients EXCEPT for the milk. I had to run to Rite-Aid (and you meet some interesting people at Rite-Aid at 3 in the morning), picked up the milk, and made the pudding. It came out good. Thanks, Momma.

I crashed around 4:30a and didn't get up until 10:30a. I washed some clothes, got ready and arrived at EO's house around 1:30p. I met Keith's parents, his sister and his neice. Fantastic people and lots of good food was the schedule for the afternoon. Keir brought her dressing, pumpkin soup, and bread pudding. It was ALL good, too! Oh, my God...not too spicy this year and it was fantastic with the apple/cranberry salsa! I ate turkey, dressing, squash, some homemade pickles, mashed potatoes, and this wonderful cranberry/orange relish that Keith's mom made! MMMMMM!

We cleansed our palates with a cranberry sorbet and dug into dessert: Keir's bread pudding, my banana pudding, a pumpkin cake from Keith's sister, pumpkin pie, and mincemeat pie. Again, fantastic stuff, but then again, I'm a glutton!

After a few hours of bullshitting around, Keith's parents, sister and neice took off and we sat around some more, waiting for Craig and the Jew. Oh...my...God! The Jew brought this fantastic Black Forest Cake that I had to go for seconds! It was too good! Sure, it was a little lopsided from the two extra cherries, but it was good! She also brought this cranberry cake thing/something and I had a small sliver of that, too.

More bullshitting and we watched an episode of "Stella" before finally tearing into the leftovers for take home. After saying our goodbyes, we're back at our homes: safe, sound and stuffed. Tomorrow, it plans to be interesting because I go into work at 7a but I won't get out until 6p. Pfft! At least I didn't have to go into work at 9p, like CompUSA is doing to its employees! I swear to God, man, I am so glad that I got out of that place! It's like that don't care if we have family or not! It's all about money, capitalist sons-a-bitches! The longer I'm out of that place, the more I dislike it!

Oh, well...time for me to hit the hay. I've got to sleep off some of this turkey or I'm going to be a sluggish sumbitch come tomorrow morning.

PEACE!
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These are the journals of Quintin J. Scott, Director;
Strategic Operations Rapid Response Team - Earth Sector;
November 12th, 2006 C.E.


Yesterday was spent sleeping. Lots and lots of sleeping. Got a call from a friend in Colorado, but other than that...it was pretty damned sleep-filled. Except for the call to my brother for his birthday and the trip to Spring's Chinese Food at the Butternut Plaza. Dude, honest to God, I love their General Tso's shrimp! I ate like a man possessed! Watched some "Mask of the Phantasm" and ended my night with a headache. Didn't have any caffeine during the day so I remedied that by making some, drinking it, and watching old episodes of "Doctor Who" on the computer. I fell asleep around 3a.

Today was spent cleaning. The kitchen is spotless. The bathroom? Not so much, but I plan to remedy that tomorrow. I've got to get to the bank tomorrow, too, so that I can pick up some quarters to do laundry. I've also got to start shopping for new clothes, too. Time for a wardrobe pickup!

"Pay it forward."

Dude, it's frickin' COLD outside! 39 degrees right now. Eesh! And, just imagine: I get to walk to work in that tomorrow morning...at 5:15a. That's right, kiddos! They've put me on the schedule for 6a now. I get to get up at 4 so that I can be on the road by 5:15. Isn't it exciting? :: really thinks that there should be a sarcasm code for HTML ::

I can't wait for my car to get fixed. I know you're all probably tired of hearing about that, so I'll shut up about it.

It's frickin' cold.

I've been seriously considering a new bed, too. I know, I know, [livejournal.com profile] taliesinsmuse and [livejournal.com profile] celticshrew...I should have done it sooner. It's a bed. All I need is for it to be softer than the ground and I can be horizontal. That's all. But I'm not getting a good night's sleep any more. I wake up too much. Also...I think there's some bad mojo in my room, too. This apartment witnessed some crap from the previous tenants and I think it's ..."tainted". I don't know.

This week promises to be different. Time to hit the hay. 4 o'clock comes so frickin' fast...damnable job...

PEACE!
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These are the journals of Quintin J. Scott, Director;
Strategic Operations Rapid Response Team - Earth Sector;
November 10th, 2006 C.E.


Forgive my spelling and lack of proper punctuation. I've been up since 5a and been going ever since.

I got my check from CompUSA today, both my last paycheck and severance check. Combine that with my paycheck from Borders and I'm a pretty happy Q.Diddy. Vinnie called me today and told me that he found my part and that he'd be able to order it. I have to bring my car in on Thursday next week. Then this whole walking to work thing can stop. It's getting colder and snow is forecast soon. Eesh!

"Pay it forward."

Tonight was "Doctor Who" viewing night, as is the norm. I don't know. I think I'm outgrowing wrestling, as surprising as that sounds. Friday night is usually reserved for "SmackDown!" on the CW, but I've found that I miss it less and less. It's...not the same, you know? I still watch "RAW", but I don't think that's ever going to change. No, I think that I'm just happier hanging out with my peepz, eating and drinking. Oh, my God, I sound like an adult! A SOCIAL adult! Auuugh!

"I miss you."

As I write this, it is November 11th. It is my youngest brother's 25th birthday. A very happy birthday to Bobby Clayton Gladney!

I don't know what I want to do this weekend. I'll find something, I guess.

I think I'm burned out right now. Too much work...too little distracting stimuli...missing too many people...and I'm just physically worn out. I don't know how long I can last. Eh.

I'm off to bed, people! Take care of yourselves!

PEACE!
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These are the journals of Quintin J. Scott, Director;
Strategic Operations Rapid Response Team - Earth Sector;
November 9, 2006 C.E.


Work was work. I got paid today. It's only a week's pay, but it should be enough to get some of the bills paid off. Tomorrow is the real deal with my severance AND last paycheck from CompUSA coming in. Once that happens, the week afterwards should see some pretty interesting things happen.

"Pay it forward."

[livejournal.com profile] ivich, are you going to call me or not? We gots some things to discuss, man! :-)

Tomorrow night is "Doctor Who" viewing night. I'm really beginning to enjoy these outings. People who love "Doctor Who" are pretty damned cool in my book. Hell, I'm pretty damned cool in my book and it's about time I started telling myself a little more. Time to stop letting the little things get to me.

For those who don't know, it's another milestone/anniversary in my life. During this time two years ago, a terrible weight was lifted from my shoulders. I began my life anew.

Does it still pain me from time to time? Yes.

Do I blame myself for it? No. Correction: partially.

Do I wish things could have gone differently? Yes.

I'm not going to go into it too deeply. The support of my family and friends have allowed me to live my life in a new light, bathed in the warm glow of love and support. For that, I shall love them forever.

Sentimental bastard, aren't I?

Hmm. I told myself that I was going to get to bed around 10. It's almost 11.

Not only am I a sentimental bastard, I'm a procrastinating bastard. :-)

Final thoughts:

I was asked last night by [livejournal.com profile] taliesinsmuse and I'll reiterate it here: I didn't fool myself. I knew that the GOP was going to lose control of EVERYTHING! What surprised me the most, honestly, was Rumsfeld's resignation. Eh.

Hey, Dems? Don't fuck it up. You still have two more years of Dubya. You've got BOTH barrels pointed at him now! Do...not...fuck...it...up!

The preceding statement was brought to you by Q.Diddy, the Progressive Conservative.

[livejournal.com profile] sayrahelizabeth, call a brotha up sometime. We'll hang. (BTW, that's not a suggestion. Call me, gorrammit! I wanna hang!)

Who the hell steals an umbrella? Honestly! I've got five umbrellas in my closet right now! All they had to do was ask!

All right. I've got to get to bed. PEACE!
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EO!
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These are the journals of Quintin J. Scott, Director;
Strategic Operations Rapid Response Team - Earth Sector;
November 8th, 2006 C.E.


It's been awhile. Let's get it started.

Work has steadily been getting better. Not too much to say about it since it's just work. Shelving, sorting, and helping out customers has become, pretty much, the norm. I like the people I work with and they seem to be taking a shine to me, too (I hope.). We'll see how things work out.

Pay it forward.

Tonight I went to fight practice and had dinner with Keir-bear and D.Munny. It was good to see [livejournal.com profile] snarktastic out, too. It's been...whoa!...almost a year? At the Halloween party last year? Jeeze! We can't wait that long to see each other again!

"The guy from Labyrinth just turned into a bird!"

By the way, I have the cutest nephews in the whole frickin' universe! The swee'pea on the left is Kanos! And on the right, in his ninja uniform, is De'Marius!
Kanos Kanos
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!


Well, folks, I have to hit the hay. Tomorrow comes oh so quickly and my muscles hurt. Gotta get the car fixed and quickly!

Stay black! PEACE!
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These are the journals of Quintin J. Scott, Director;
Strategic Operations Rapid Response Team - Earth Sector;
November 5th, 2006 C.E.


Work on Friday was all right, actually. I had several customer compliments passed on to the managers and they joked that I had paid the customers off. No, I just helped them out...like I'd been doing for 6 years at CompUSA. I just hope this goes to show them that I'm not here to shelve constantly. I want to do something else, not just grunt work. Even if I'm just going to leave them in about a month and a half, I'm going to give them the best damned service that Q.Diddy can muster.

Friday night was "Doctor Who" viewing night over at Mark & Dana's. "The Age of Steel" was excellent, even though some parts had been taken out for America's showing. Bah! Still, I think the highlight of the night was making sure that everyone had a copy of the first three episodes of "Torchwood" and a random "Doctor Who" clip from my library. I also burned them copies of "Doctor Who: The Enemy Within", the TV movie starring Paul McGann as the Eighth Doctor.

Saturday night was PBN ("Pizza bites and Beer Night"). Gathering at the ol' homestead of Chippity-Chap, we had fun, particularly laughing at Bough's inability to talk loudly. It was all right, though. He had surgery and couldn't speak. We still love him, though. Saturday night was...interesting...particularly the ending. Oh, well...

Sunday was spent at home, mostly, trying to recoup from the PBN. Dude, I slept until almost noon. Itty had made these mudslides on Saturday night that were really, really, really heavy on the vodka (Grey Goose is the shiznit, though!). I downed a glass of that and when I got to Chippy's house, I had a glass of beer. Dude, I grabbed a hard iced tea (because Chaps told us to drink/get rid of the left half of his fridge) and sat down in the living room. I opened it up, took a sip, and put it down. My brain was swimming and I knew that I had reached my theoretical limit. It was weird feeling. I didn't like it at all.

So, Sunday I slept off the night before, got up, cleaned the house, and washed clothes. I went to Family Dollar to pick up some creamer and deodorant, but the lines were frickin' long and I had my checkbook. Ditching that idea, I came back home. I had to get ready for the monthly meeting at Borders at 8pm. I didn't have any idea what the hell I was getting into because I came dressed to impress: nice slacks, nice shirt, silver dragon claw & chain, nice shoes. Dude, they had me SHELVING for an hour before the meeting actually started. I managed to snag a book, two bags of coffee (YAY!), three CD's and a wood picture frame. The scariest part of that whole thing was the walk to and from the mall...at night...on North Salina. :: chuckles ::

I'm home now, wound up on cookies, and I have to be up at 5am tomorrow morning. Maybe I'll take a Benadryl. Eh.

Take care of yourselves, people. Leave me some comments or something. Or, hell, check me out on AIM or Yahoo!

PEACE!
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These are the journals of Quintin J. Scott, Director;
Strategic Operations Rapid Response Team - Earth Sector;
November 2nd, 2006 C.E.


I got a visit from both [livejournal.com profile] taliesinsmuse and [livejournal.com profile] auniquemind which was pretty damned cool. It helped to distract me from the monotonous work and I got to laugh.

It's f'n cold, man.

Nothing too eventful, I guess. I'm cringing at seeing the schedule for next week because I put down open availability. That roughly translates into "I won't be able to move my car to the other side of the street when 6p rolls around and, thusly, I open myself up for a ticket." I'm praying that they keep me on this opening shift schedule. You pray, too. In the words of Err: "Bow 'em or I'll bow 'em for ya!"

Even though I don't have the best job in the world (which would be, incidentally, "Sovereign of the World, Ruler of the High Council, Generalissimo of the Terran Allied Forces, High Admiral of the Seven Seas, Lord of the Inner and Outer Worlds, and Defender of the Earth" - not that I've given much thought to it), some of the people that work there make it worthwhile. I've met some pretty cool people, particularly Kevin, Grant, Marie, and Giuliana. We'll see how things work (even though I have an "out").

I don't know if I'll be able to make it to "Doctor Who" viewing night. I'll see what I can do.

All right, people, it's almost time for "Smallville" and I've yet to wash clothes. PEACE!
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These are the journals of Quintin Scott, Director;
Strategic Operations Rapid Response Team - Earth Sector;
November 1st, 2006 C.E.


I take the car in to the mechanic today because he got my part in. As you all know, my power steering reservoir tank suffered a missing cap. Power steering fluid fell into the engine and I had to let it burn off, hence the reason it was smoking so badly. About a month ago, whilst preparing for the trip to the Banquet, the car caught fire.

Pam and I had just gotten back from Wal-Mart when I noticed that the smoke from the hood both looked and smelled different. Popping the hood, to my surprise, the power steering reservoir was on fire. The only thing I had to put it out was water. I was hesitant because the engine was still hot, but rather a cracked engine head than an explodey car. Since then, the car's been drivable, but only back and forth on either side of the street. For that simple reason, I can't do any sort of activity with my "peepz" until f'n 5:55p.

Anyway, I take it in to Vinnie and he replaces the reservoir and a hose. He puts new fluid in it and asks me to turn the car on. It still smokes. I offer my engine degreaser and he sprays it on. It still smokes. Vinnie indicates that there is no reason it should be smoking like that. I told him that I had a leak and that the hose was replaced. He had me turn the car on again and spin the wheel all the way to the right. I do so.

AHA!

There's the problem, he points out. The hose that got replaced was the wrong hose that got replaced. The pressure hose has a pinprick size hole in it. When I turn the steering wheel, the power steering fluid bubbles out and splashes all over the engine manifold. (Anybody else get a dirty thought when I wrote that out? Hmmm...)

Power steering fluid + 350 degree engine manifold = smoke = fire!

He asks me what I want to do. I lay it out for him: I need a car for the winter. Correction: I need a car PERIOD! Even though I have absolutely no doubt that when my friends say "It's no problem, Q." they mean it's no problem, I have a problem with having to bum rides. I'm aware that people have to go out of their way to come pick me up and that makes me feel like a burden, and I absolutely can't STAND that! I'm just like that, I suppose.

Anyway, I lay it out for Vinnie: power steering (= car smoking), brakes and, finally, tires. I tell him that I won't have the money for the power steering hose until next week and that I won't have the money for brakes and tires until the middle of the month. Vinnie tells me that he'll order the part, anyway, and we'll work something out. Fantastic!

In other news:

I got my paperwork at Borders taken care of today AND I met the district manager. Work was uneventful. I shelved some more and helped out a few people. I expect to see some of you show up at Borders, even if it is just to harass me.

A young woman stopped me yesterday on North Salina, claiming that she had been raped. She was hysterical and in tears, begging me to walk her home. I told her that I had to call the police. She refused, vehemently, that she didn't want the police. I told her that I had to call them. She cried and walked away, flagging down a passing motorist. I called 911 and gave a description of the vehicle and the girl. I felt bad that I didn't do more to calm her down or get her to talk to me. At that moment, for all of my talking skills and mediation techniques, I was speechless and brain dead. Eh.

Unfortunately, I won't be able to attend the festivities for the EO's birthday. A month-in-advance-prior engagement will keep me away. Sorry, folks, maybe next time.

Well, time to go scrounge up some food. PEACE!
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
And
HAPPY SAMHAIM!

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These are the journals of Quintin J. Scott, Director;
Strategic Operations Rapid Response Team - Earth Sector. October 31st, 2006 C.E.


A milestone was reached on this day. Six years ago, I pulled into Syracuse, New York, to start my new life. Whilst there have been some awful tragedies and "roly-poly"-esque headaches during my time here, I take comfort in the fact that I have attained lasting friendships; those people that would help me endure all the troubles, tragedies, and headaches. For that, I will be forever in your debt. You know who you are...and I am happy to say that I am glad to know you and love you for all your support.

Work today was less intense than it was yesterday. They told us that we could dress up for Halloween and I brought one of my less...ostentatious...costumes, I found that (a) it was too hot and (b) I couldn't work in it. So, I took it off. Some other people came to work dressed up including this little Asian chica who did her own take on a Southern belle which, by the by, made me happy in two ways: (1) hott Asian chica and (2) dressed up like a Southern belle. Oh, yeah...! Hmm...maybe I shouldn't put this up in my journal. Whatever, man.

All in all, a pretty good day, I suppose, though my visitor had to cancel at the last minute which makes me a sad Q. :-(

Talk atcha later, people. Stay BLACK!

PEACE!
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These are the journals of Quintin Jermaine Scott, Director;
Strategic Operations Rapid Response Team - Earth Sector. October 30th, 2006 C.E.


This weekend was filled with lots of excitement. Firstly, on Friday, I spent my last day at CompUSA. It was bittersweet for the most part. I walked the store on my break, knowing that I would never again walk them as an employee. It was kinda hard for me, what with my vision being blurry and all. For all the headaches and heartaches the place brought on me, it was still full of memories that I will never, ever forget: Kim's death, Chaffee's betrayal, Nick's death, the friends that I've made both at work and at play. :: sighs ::

When I got home, I was invited to spend the weekend with Pam's family. She had been bugging me to come to North Lansing, to show me her stomping grounds, and I relented. I wanted to see, too. Too bad it was snowing/raining all weekend, but it was still fun. I met her cousin Marie and her kids, Matthew and Kayla, and their pet, Patches. Her uncle Perry ("Brownie") arrived on Saturday and I spent most of that day helping her get ready for the "Thanksgiving", i.e. cleaning, cutting vegetables, peeling vegetables, and mixing salads and beans. All of her family would be gathering at the house, her mother would be getting out of the hospital for a visit (she went in for hip surgery), and there would be TONS of food.

I was hesitant to meet certain members of Pam's family. With assurances by Pam, Marie, and Perry, I bolstered my confidence and stayed for the "Thanksgiving". Even though staying meant giving up the CompUSA closing party at Strike-N-Spare and dinner with [livejournal.com profile] taliesinsmuse and D.Munny, I stayed. I didn't get any weird vibe or anything and, generally, everyone was genial to me. It was pretty good. I thanked Ms. Reeves (Pam's mother) for her hospitality and she went back to the hospital. I think I made a good impression, but, as most of you know, I am quite shy around people I don't know. I didn't talk as much and didn't make as many jokes. I still say it went well. Pam and Marie thought it went well, too.

After all the festivities, I crashed real early, like...nine-ish. I had to be up at five, so that Pam could drive me back to Syracuse for my new job at Borders. I don't think I mentioned it above, but North Lansing is like an hour and a half south of Syracuse; thirty minutes north of Ithaca.

Well, I will say this...it's different. It's different because it's new. It...isn't exactly what I thought it would be, but I think that's because I've been so use to the same ol' of the Comp that I was a bit biased. I think I managed to make some new friends, but we'll see how things work out. Hey...at least I won't starve, right?

After I got home from work (at 3 f'n o'clock!), I took my car over to Vinnie's Automotive so that he could (a)do an estimate on fixing my car and (b)order the necessary parts. In less than ten minutes, Vinnie had ordered a new power steering tank for me and he said that he would wait on having to order a new pump. He wants to see if the tank takes care of the problem regarding the smoking and the leaks. Dude, I should have done this a LONG f'n time ago. Dammit.

I had a dinner of spaghetti and meatballs (courtesy of Ms. Reeves and Pam) and I'm ready to watch WWE's RAW. Each of you knows: you'd better be dying to call me or IM me for anything during wrestling. I brook no interruptions.

All right, people, take care of yourselves! PEACE!

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