Mise a Jour.

I’ve just been a non-entity across the board as of late.
I know people have been growing a bit concerned, so I figured I’d just kind of take a moment to explain where I am in Life - what I’ve got going on. What I want to have going on, and why I don’t have certain things going on anymore.
I’ll begin with work - it’s no secret I’m working quite hard. I actually have to pick up my paycheck today, which is all the way next to my Naval Detachment, and follows several busy highways. I’m not particularly keen on cycling it, nor do I particularly know when they’ll have data up for my current employer, Rudbeckia.
Rudbeckia is a company run by a long-time family friend of mine. They broker clocks, wall-decals, light-fixtures, and a lot of other things that go ‘Tick’ or ‘Flick’ when you use them. They’ve been operating out of home for a bit, which means they have a large barn-style garage (It was prior used as another house before they purchased it, I suspect, by the two-tier furnished room and loft-attic combo it contains) absolutely packed with freight pallets of Clocks and Lights.
I’ve been employed for several things, really - they hired a contractor to begin remodeling portions of their home. After said contractors made-off with a lot of stolen power-tools, I was kind of hired in their stead to finish installing shelving, and paint absolutely everything in their fairly-massive if not wonkily-planned house.
Since beginning, I’ve kind of impressed both my supervisors with my willingness to work, and my reasonable competence in it all. As such, they’ve given me a plethora of other jobs. After painting, I was hired to restore a warehouse Rudbeckia’d rented to actually store their merchandise. And then as muscle for taking every bit of freight out from that once-a-two-story-house garage and into the unit where it was to be shelved by manufacturer.
Well, now, with an impending pregnancy for one of my supervisors, I’ve sort of been promoted to shipping. I box, print, pack, and mail purchase-orders while painting floors, hauling freight, and attending U.S. Navy stuff on the side.
It’s really a lot of work.
There’s a particular frustration, though. Rudbeckia handles its paychecks via an agency called Paychex. If any of you readers happen to be aspiring small business owners, let me quietly steer you away from Paychex’s services. I’ve had two paychecks, each more than nine days overdue. The company does not contact with regards to when they have finished processing your paycheck, and better yet, despite correcting my name’s spelling twice in person, they’ve managed to turn Zackery into Zachary repeatedly, which has warranted just a bit of scrutiny as I attempt to cash my checks at the bank. I sincerely hope it doesn’t give me issues on my tax-returns.
Steam and Video-Games have begun to take a bit of a backseat for the time-being. I’d had a fairly firm friendship with the morning cast of GetAmped2 but in light of some recent falling-outs and a sudden lack of interest from everyone I know (Ana, you’ll recall this sensation when we’d played Ragnarok together - that lonely feeling when you realize you and I are the only people on the Server?) I’ve found better things to do with myself at 5:00 AM. Like sleep more. Or get coffee. Or write lengthy tirades in cyberspace. Work just kind of throws a wrench into a lot of it, and when I’d first begun to work I was dismayed to be welcomed back to Steam with offers for Sexual Roleplay, Interpersonal Drama, and Backhanded Concern that sounded a lot like, “Welcome back! But you’re a dick for being busy.”
I’m, instead, trying to keep in touch with Ana, Emily, and the handful of other righteous people from Steam. You know who you are, so I won’t insult your intelligence by posting some sort of big ass list of people I admire here.
A word of note, by the by. My phone recently retired from the tryhard ineptitude it shared with my lap-oven netbook. It soundly took a dirtnap, and I’ve had to order a new simcard since. In its stead, I have gotten an even more incompetent phone that just… It’s a bad phone, guys. That’s all. If I’m not getting your messages, it’s either because my phone’s crapping-out and not transferring data aimed at my old phone, or I’m at work and I can’t pick up my phone because I’m slathered in paint or arms-deep in freight.
What else is there to cover? Ah. Happy belated Thanksgiving.
I typically don’t celebrate mine very well, because my extended family is a hot mess. Now that I’m working, I celebrate it even worse. My family left for a trip, and I’ve literally got two empty houses on either side of my house, of which I am the sole inhabitant. I’m skimping on money until Paychex can be bothered to unass themselves, so I didn’t go out and buy a single slice of pumpkin pie, which I usually do. Instead, I ate some Chex-Mix and talked to Leigh until I fell asleep around 12:00. This marks the third day I have stayed-up until “Tomorrow” talking to Leigh, and I’m starting to grow concerned for my sleeping schedule.
That said, I’m off to go cycle the eight miles to my Naval Detachment.
Kumoi needs a new hood.