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Stop Psychoanalyzing Me!

Sunday, May 10th, 2009

I seem to invite people to psychoanalyze me. The simplest things I say or do seem to indicate some deep psychological thing ™ I’m apparently not aware of or am deluding myself over.

I can’t figure out why the heck people keep doing this to me. It’s so annoying. For example:

  • “Oh, I enjoy Japanese Animation — Anime.” Two types of analysis comes from this: A.) I am some poor idiot who was ill-prepared for adulthood and thus cling to my cartoons like a life-preserver. B.) I’m some kind of repressed nymphomaniac who gets off on animated porn. (It all depends on whether they think anime is all kid’s stuff or all porn.)

  • “I play World of Warcraft.” Psychoanalysis: I’m a raging video game addict. Apparently I’m at high risk for skipping work to play the game or even trying to play it while I’m at work. Even worse is when someone drops by unannounced, catch me playing, and a simple “Yes” to “Playing World of Warcraft?” and it somehow implicates me for a raging addiction.
  • “I have allergies to most soaps, so I don’t do the dishes.” Psychoanalysis: I’m lazy.

    Explanation: I get allergic contact dermatitis from most liquid soaps if I have to be in contact with them for longer than it takes to wash my hands. I get similar reactions to certain brands of triple antibiotic ointment and certain molds found on Oak leaves. Several skin reactions have had to be treated with rather unpleasant injections.

How exactly am I supposed to respond to this sort of thing? Seriously. Most of the time any effort made to refute, defend, or absorb/deflect winds up somehow further proving their analysis. Even silence or walking away seems to support their stance. They’re either Dr. Phil or they think any possible reaction I give is completely uproarious. Even a facepalm or rolled eyes.

Unfortunately, I’ve even developed the habit of attempting to “pre-defend” myself… which makes it even worse. That is, I try to explain my reasoning when I present the issue at hand. (Especially on message boards.)

A good, recent example of that: I posted on Monster.com, asking for advice on whether mentioning I play World of Warcraft on my blogs and Facebook could actually hurt my chances for hiring. For some stupid reason, I felt I had to pre-defend myself. I got my answer from one of their career coaches and I’m satisfied, but now it’s attracted someone who’s doing the psychoanalysis thing again. (e.g. “ZOMG! Because you said the game isn’t a problem and you have a full social life you’re a raging addict!”) *facepalm*

While I know I shouldn’t care about what they say (I have no intention of even bothering to reply to the bozo on Monster.com)… for once! Just for once! I’d like to do something novel and have what I say taken at face value. Just for once.

Pretty please?

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Of Finals, Sprains, and Group work

Wednesday, March 26th, 2008

Despite the innocent title, I’m really pretty ticked off.

First, I hurt myself at work. I sprained both my arms working on that “Cell 1″ machine they want me to run so badly. Restricted computer usage, limited to 1 lbs of lifting, and no twisting, pinching, or tight gripping motions. Possible carpal-tunnel, due to tingling and numbness in my hands when I first wake up and radiating pain up my arms. Of course, work selectively ignores those limitations. I was hurting so badly I was crying last night, so I’m skipping tonight so I can rest and maybe heal.

And then there’s college…

What is it with me and group work? Of the 7 classes I’ve had that have required group work this year, I’ve been screwed over in 5 of them. Wow. It’s only March too. (What an average.)

Oh yes, first there was an idiot in C++ Programming II that insisted on doing the entire group project himself. Leaving me with precisely nothing to do. The other group member was already a professional programmer and was able to leap into the last item left. Oh yes, I only got 20 points out of 100 for that one. And I’m supposed to be grateful that he did all the work for me.

Then, in another class, two of our groupmates dropped the class and the professor neglected to tell us. One of them was supposed to hand all the work in for the group. Since this was an online class, we just posted our work to the private college message board. Deadline hours away and nothing has been submitted. When we finally realized they weren’t there anymore, we managed to squeeze it in just before the deadline.

I retook C++ Programming I this semester, since I failed the last time because I was working 3rd shift. Oh yes, this is the class of whiners and idiots I wrote about. I’m in a group of those idiots. I ask for my part of the assignment because I really only have the weekend to get things done. They tell me pseudocode. Well great, what am I writing in pseudocode? No information. So I decide to wait for more information and get ready for work. I come home from work and discover: I’m no longer doing pseudocode. No information regarding what I was supposed to be doing and everyone ignores my pleas for information.

Finally, I get angry and bring out my inner griefer. I flame, I spam… and finally I get a response. Blah blah blah… I brought it on myself because I didn’t download GoogleTalk so I could chat with them and they gave me plenty of time to contribute. Oh, but don’t worry, they have enough to hand the project in. =)

So, I e-mail the teacher… who probably only shows up once a week. He tells me to do the part they assigned me and e-mail it to him so I can get at least some credit. Great. Five hours and counting before the midnight deadline and I still have no clue what I’m supposed to write in pseudocode.

I’m at a 77% right now, so I’m really tempted to not bother. But I don’t want to risk an incomplete either.

Either way, he’s getting a bad evaluation and I’m in the process of writing a formal complaint with the school.

Ain’t life grand?

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Troublesome

Monday, March 10th, 2008

Phonecalls from Brad after midnight: 2 out of 3

Last night, I was finishing up some final things before bed and the phone rings. I looked over at my caller ID and saw it was Brad, again. I was so annoyed, I didn’t bother picking up. He may stay up super late and then get up at noon, but I have classes. He knows that.

No more. Next phone call after midnight, I’m telling him not to call me anymore.

Haven’t even gone on a date with him and he’s already hit my point of no return.

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More drama

Saturday, March 8th, 2008

What the heck is it with me and drama?

Oh, more drama at work. I had to train a new temp Thursday and lets just say, she’s one of those people who would find a conspiracy against her in “Good Morning!” Very petty, didn’t want to listen to me, and then throws this huge, over-the-top drama trip on me when I started to show irritation at her and then became angry with the techs and quality control people. (e.g. I’m angry, thus it must be at her.) Ugh. Ended up being hauled into the managers office over that one. Now she thinks I’m her bestest friend.

Then, yesterday, I had to train on Cell 1. I can’t keep up with that machine and apparently they want me to run it while the usual operator, Brad, is on vacation. Went okay, he’s a geek like me and a classic Final Fantasy fanboy. Cool, I get to discuss FF8 – 102 and my favorite characters. So about halfway through the night, Brad asks me out “sometime.” Okay, I’m game for a little fun so I give him my number. We get out of work at 11pm. He calls me at 2am. *grumble* Rambles through everything he did until he got home to call me. *irritated sigh* I just want to go to bed. After 8 hours of working with me, having the courage to ask me out, now you’ve decided you’re nervous? Finally says he wants to take me out for a movie. Saturday. This evening. Not sometime, today. *frown* Okay, I don’t go to the theater anymore, so I have no idea what’s playing. I tell him I’ll watch anything. Silence at the other end of the line.

I finally suggest that he pick something out and give me a call today.

Totally regretting agreeing to going out sometimetoday. I understand he’s nervous, but if he’s going to be this shy, he’s seriously barking up the wrong tree.

Kadiri -- Icecrown ServerAnyway, up to level 7 in WoW. Started hunting in the upper-level newbie area, had my first kill-stealer, and just relaxed in general. I still have to finish that stupid spider-egg quest. (Wow, at first I didn’t think there was anything KOS in the newbie area. *laughs*)

I’m currently playing a 14-day trial version that Matt gave me. Anyway, after Brad called, I decided I needed a little social interaction after all. So I looked up this guild called “Seventh Cavalry” and see that nearly everyone is on. Went to send Joyleaf and Koori a tell for kicks and discovered that I can’t send tells on the trial version. *laughs* Figures.

Anyway, gotta get homework done so I can go out with Brad tonight. *grumble-sigh*

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I’m not Psychic!

Thursday, January 24th, 2008

Public Service Announcement to anyone in my college classes!

This might come as a shock to you, but I don’t possess psychic powers. I have no talent in ESP. I can’t read your mind. I have no idea what you’re thinking, so you don’t have to worry about me snooping in on your thoughts or whatever.

If you want me to do something, you’re going to need to communicate.

Speak! Tell me what’s going on. Inform me to what happens in the group. I only have 3 – 4 hours to get homework in before I have to go to work, so I don’t have time to play guessing games with you.

We have a group discussion board, use it. I read it daily. It’s shocking that there’s only been 2 new posts this week. Don’t reply with the project guidelines when I ask what’s going on or say I don’t know what we’re even supposed to be doing. I already know.

You submitted almost the entire first half of the project without communicating with any of us. Either keep going or start talking.

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Misinterpretation: Being nice = Interested

Thursday, December 6th, 2007

I had to train a new guy at work today and while it was fun actually working with someone for a change, it very quickly went over to creepy when it became clear he had misinterpreted me being nice as being sexually interested in him.

I was nice to him his first day, mostly because I remember how tough it was. I asked him how things were going. Today, I had to work with him and train him to use the machine. Since the first time they run a machine, you’re apparently not really supposed to leave them alone for long. Well, that meant finding conversation topics.

No, I don’t speak Spanish. Only a few words here and there.
Yes, I happen to like classic rock. So we spent most of the night talking about different bands and singers.
What do I do for fun? Umm, almost nothing since I’m trying to finish college?

Very gradually, he wanted to know more about me including my dog’s name. He was shocked when I knew “Luna” meant moon. Yes, Luna is Spanish (and Latin) for moon. But how about Luna, the Roman moon goddess? Lunar? *sigh*

I probably should have known what was coming when he asked if I was single or had kids earlier in the night. The guy has a daughter my age, but he wanted to take me out to dinner sometime.

Yeah, nice enough and I did enjoy being able to talk for a change — but hell no!

I suppose I’m probably closer to being bi; most guys are way more trouble than they’re worth and most girls are way too weird. So, that pretty much sums up everyone.

I really wish the people at work didn’t know so much about me. I’d buy a cheap engagement ring and wear it as defensive camouflage.

It worked when I was over at Meijer so many years ago. I popped on my handmade amethyst ring just because. (Actually, I was hoping that the gem lore was true and the amethyst would help me keep my temper.) The usual types of creeps took one look at my hand and backed off. Unfortunately, I won’t wear my ring to Kalfact (last time I wore any rings, I nearly lost them) and it would be really… troublesome… if my coworkers thought I’d gotten engaged in the “overnight.”

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Starting the Weekend

Saturday, December 1st, 2007

Last week was a real (insert favorite adjective here) at and 1st shift, as usual, had to end things on a particularly “high” note.

To begin with, I hadn’t had that good a week anyway. Seems every day someone was finding cause to yell at me. First there was the missing tails on the “4″ in the lettering on top of about 20 of the 3600 screwdrivers I’d made. (1st shift made it sound like it was everything I’d made.) Then, I refused to go over to the machine called “Cell 1″ and I’m in trouble. Because I’m was not going to clean up Sarah’s mess over at “Cell 1″, I’m in trouble. Then, I hadn’t made out some labels correctly and I’m in trouble yet again. Finally, I was assigned to sort through nut driver blades to search for rusty ones.

And 1st shift comes in to replace us and throws a royal tantrum. They don’t have time to sort through blades. I hadn’t sorted them correctly. There was nothing wrong with the ones I’d sorted. I don’t know what the problem was.

Oh, and we had snow. Lots and lots of snow. So it took about 45 minutes to get home, when it only usually takes about 15. (Maybe that’s why they had to be so awful.)

Anyroad, I’m sick to death of being yelled at.

Spent most of yesterday sleeping. Actually, I pretty much slept from 10am Friday until 8am Saturday minus an hour or two here and there for biological functions. I also hit iTunes pretty hard and downloaded some more Gackt, mucc, and Miyavi. During one of my awake periods, I downloaded the latest Naruto Shippuden episode and had a good laugh at Cap. Flashlight Face and Mr. Penis.

If I can ever get to the bank (nope, I still haven’t! XD) I’m placing an order with ThinkGeek and getting Kevin’s X-mas present (I hope he isn’t reading this!) and then finally getting my paid LiveJournal account.

In the meantime, I need to do a little yoga and see if I can lose the stiffness from sleeping almost 24 hours. Oops, and gotta get some groceries before the next snow storm arrives. ETA is in about 3 hours and counting.

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Flamed… ?

Thursday, October 5th, 2006

Did I… I just get flamed over on DeviantArt for expressing that I liked someone’s artwork?

I was tired from my homework last night and decided to go on the prowl for artwork of my favorite Naruto character, Shino.

I found one 100106 – shino. by The-Pie and added it to my favorites, commenting:

“Okay, I won’t say kawaii. How about :+fav:? =D”

And she responds that my comment has nothing to do with the picture itself and it “annoys the fuck out of [her].” Thing is, her comments are set to “critique discouraged” and there are a million juvenille comments on the picture. But a comment saying I was adding it to my favorites gets me flamed?

*sigh* People make my teeth itch.

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Idiot Error

Saturday, June 17th, 2006

Okay, some web site must have puked because I’m getting an awful lot of idiots lately. These people can’t even spell their own e-mail addresses correctly, much less write a story. Seriously, “hotmail” isn’t that difficult to spell.

I suppose their inability to even register is a sign that my site is at least a little idiot proofed.

There’s one girl “Akemichan” who insisted on trying to get her idea for a story through. In a nutshell, she says “I’ll write it if I get enough reviews” in her paragraph and describing what her story will be about, complete with enough spelling problems to choke an elephant. *head-desk* I wrote her back and none-too-kindly informed her that we’re an archive and that I’m not posting her idea. She’s free to post when she actually has a story or part of a story to contribute. She must have deleted her account, because I can’t find her anymore.

Another girl writes us:

I changed my e-mail address. So, i dont have my password to get in. Is there any way you can send the pass word to my new email address?

And then gives us her “new” e-mail. No further information. This time Jasson answers and tells her “Uh, sure… if I knew what account you’re talking about.”

She makes another account. First account she made turned out to be with a fake e-mail. Then, apparently she couldn’t figure out how to spell “hotmail.com.” We deleted both accounts.

Then there’s was another girl who didn’t even know what AIM, ICQ, etc. are and insisted on filling up each and every blank with “I dont know what that is” and “Don’t have one.” She then filled her bio up with drivvel that she’s 15 years old and is such a HUGE fan of anime and has the super hots for her favorite fictional character that she has to type her thoughts in all caps and plenty of mixed 1’s and !’s. Of course, with all that passion, she obviously has nothing left to care about her spelling.

Yeah, someone get a mop and some bleach cause something seems to have yacked.

I’m not really upset by the idiots today. I’m just… disappointed. Maybe a little disturbed.

Anyway, letting that go I’m trying to figure out what classes I want to take this fall. Do I want to hurry up and get some programming classes out of the way or do I want to get speech done? Advanced HTML Programming is open and so is Interactive Web Design.

Flash and UNIX are both going well, so far I’m getting 100%. Though I do have to stop playing with LA and get my final started. (Yay, procrastination!)

Anyway, I think I should go to bed. We’re having our first ozone action day of the summer tomorrow and that always wipes me out.

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Food auction

Sunday, May 14th, 2006

Avatar: TLA has reached new levels of being a pseudo-anime. The latest episode, Zuko Alone, was simply gorgeous! The fight scene near the end was perfect; all I could think of was something out of Naruto, Samurai Champloo, Kenshin, or any of the other samurai/ninja anime I’ve seen. Delicious. ^_^

Yep, I’m a 26 year old woman completely and utterly turned on by a 17 year old fictional character. ^__^ And I’m damned proud of it!

Still trying to figure out some of the bugs in the archive, but I’m feeling lazy. After staying up until 3am every night and staring at code approximately 6 hours a day, I’m not feeling all that particurly driven to do the things I promised for the archive.

The Great Lakes Kite Festival is this next weekend and as I’m sure all my friends know, I go every year whether it’s rain or shine. ^_^

This year, I’m fixing fajitas for my contribution. Since everyone’s adults now, I’ve been feeling like showing off my mad grilling skillz. I’m making one recipe for Tequila-marinated beef and then another called “Rattlesnake.” (I promise I’ll share on the forums once I’ve had a chance to try them.)

I just hope Scott isn’t as big an asshat next weekend as he was this. God, he’s almost 21 now and he’s was acting like he was maybe 11. Lately he’s been spending 99% of his time hanging around these little kids in the trailer park, barely spending any time at home. I finally tracked him down about a week ago and asked if he was going to Great Lakes. It’s always the same time each year, the weekend before Memorial Day. I just want to know who is going, so I know how much food I’m fixing Friday night. He wants to know when it is. *sigh* (Same time it’s always been?) He then wants MY permission to bring along this 11 year old kid who repeatedly glomped him while we were talking. (…. disturbing…)

That’s something he’s going to have to ask his mom or his brothers, since they’re the ones with the larger vehicles. My family just has a little, compact car that’s going to be crammed. Plus, none of us want to be responsible for any little kids. He then proceeds to go all emo on me because his mom’s never home and that she’s spending ALL her time over at his grandparents, yadda, yadda. (His grandma just had a stroke, grandpa just had surgery to repair a detached retina). Okay, so you can’t CALL her? Call your brothers?

We went to a food auction this weekend with the hopes of maybe getting some food at reduced cost. He spent most of it being generally annoying and childish. The little kids ahead of us with the toy gun were annoying enough (“Click-click-click-click-click-click” for 4 hours) without him acting whiny or being an emo towards his mom and brother.

At one point, the auction sold full cases of suckers that were kind of like a Push-Pop. He wasn’t paying attention and asked what they were.
I replied, “Candy.”
Scott: “I know, but what kind are they?”
Me: “Suckers.”

He then starts whistling the “S” in suckers and eventually entertains himself by whistling the S in every word that had S in it. (Kind of like that beaver in Lady and the Tramp.) First time was a little cute, but 15 minutes later I was starting to feel homicidal.

Every time his family bought something, he kept telling them they should have gotten more or they had to bid on something. (Usually candy.) He did the same thing that he did with the suckers a little later when they auctioned off some powered soup mixes (Minestrone and Clam Chowder).

At another point, someone’s cell phone rang and they had a custom ringtone. Some time earlier, Scott had grabbed his mom’s cell and had become the mad snap-shotter. He asks if I wanted to hear his. I have to assume he means a ringtone. Not knowing if he still had the cell or not, I turned around and glared at him. He doesn’t have it, but he immediately begins giggling that he “made me look.”

Honestly, if he’s going to act like that all next weekend or if he decided to flip out over the fact I marinated the steak in Tequila, I don’t want him to come. I don’t want to hear a peep out of him.

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