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Cats Wearing Ties

Previously:Cats Taking Selfies, Cats Stuck in Things

I NEED TIES FOR ALL OF MY CATS. ALL SEVEN OF THEM.

Reblog if you like using tildes~

the-beautiful-world:

forgottenfang:

askingthealliedforces:

ember-light:

saglanz:

divinitypony:

I think you mean seductive sentence makers

Oh yeah~

Fuck yeah~

Hell yeah~

Oh hell yes~

Bring me a taco~

Only for allofthebuckets~

uhoh

Hey e’eryone, I’d wanted to write about work here but there is so much that goes on and I end up so tired I don’t have the energy. If you wanna see my goings on though I made a twitter just for that purpose (you know you want to see the picture of my crashed mower. Nearly went into the pond.)
If you have twitter or if you don’t but wanna check on me I’m @tris_and_rec
I’m doing well though, aside from some big bumps.

latentpower:

awkwardsituationist:

cambridge university students were asked on campus why they needed feminism. here are 60 answers. click the link for over about 600 more.

This is amazing

newlemming:

purplsosa:

pamperedpussy:

fireflufferz:

Listen to your mother.

this is me and i am crying

The game fucked up

Dude, man.

This is pretty much universal parent to child behavior here in most cases regarding internet friendships. My mother always poked fun at me for talking to people online simply because I didn’t know them “in person”.

This used to bug the living hell out of me.

I guess I shouldn’t be getting so upset about this considering what tomorrow is, not to mention that it will be a very morbid day.

That’s really not here nor there, my general point is that the generational and technological gap between one group to another can make a world of difference in understanding more deeply personal aspects of someone’s social life.

First Day with the Crew: Working with Parks and Rec.

I’ve officially worked a week with the Park and Rec, and for such a short amount of time a lot has already changed for me.

Lemme tell you about my week…Starting with day one.

I got hired the day before I started working. I got a call from my Foreman, Chris, asking if I could start the next day, Thursday May 2nd. Steel toe boots were required. I have a pair, but I had forgotten about this in my excitement. I asked him to hold on while I went to talk to my mother about getting some boots.

This seemed to be a bad thing. I go and ask about going out with her this evening to get a pair, since she was going to be out anyway and it made her angry. Rather than be happy for me, I was yelled at for being inconvenient. This, I found, would be a trend.

After being yelled at mom said yes. So I told my Foreman yes and he responded with where I needed to be and when. Giddy I repeated everything…and the minute we hung up from this call and I told my girlfriend, I forgot. She, like my Mother, was less than excited for me. Sullen because it would take me and my attention away from her.

These were two people who’s approval and recognition I wanted most. And it was denied me. It dampened my spirits, I won’t lie. I’d been over the moon excited when the call came, but not even ten minutes later I was feeling guilty for having been excited at all. None the less the excitement lingered. My Soul Friend was excited for me, just about enough to make up for the low spirit’s the other two had put me in. She was just about crying because she was excited for me. You don’t know how good that felt, someone truly being happy because they understand what this really meant to me. It’s with Park and Rec, working with my paws, outside. I love her, and I was sure I’d love this job.

*coughs* To carry on…

I had to be at Middletown Park by 6:30 in the morning.

How do I get there? Was I sure I had the right time? Can I do this? Will there be a lot of Traffic? I don’t want to be Late. How am I going to get up on time? Will my GPS be inaccurate? What should I wear? Will I be training or thrown right in?

These questions ranged through my head, peppered with doubts and darker, unrelated fears whispered by a darker, related thing.

I didn’t sleep much. But that’s to be expected. None the less when the alarm went off I was up and showering, bolting out the door at a quarter after five. Which was mom’s suggestion. Despite it taking about 45 minutes to get there. So mapquest told me, when I remembered where I was going. Lunch packed, steel toe boots on, (with thick socks, since these boots have always been painful to wear) and Alpha Face ready I drew up to the gates for Middletown and lost it to see the words “Park Closed” with the way barred.

What was I supposed to do?! It’s 6 in the morning. Yes I’m a half hour early, but I’ve always believed that if I’m not at least 10 minutes early I’m late.

I drove around in a panic and thought maybe I was in the wrong place. I parked down a culdesac and tried to call my Foreman to ask about the park. Getting no answer I settled to wait until a quarter past.

This proved the best bet.

As I was pulling up again a man was opening the gates. A pickup truck behind me pulled in while I drove past, turned around and came back.

Today my boss was to be Donald. A short fella with a somewhat lisping squeaky voice and a calm but fretful manner about him. The whole of this crew was men, and not only that but generally far older than I. The youngest fella I pegged being a couple years older than me, closer to 30.

Everyone was sent off this way and that I thought. Turns out they were all needed at Ballinger Park, which is, from what I have come to understand, the most popular park in the whole of Frederick County. Now with a Dog park in it.

Donald and I needed to go to Headquarters first, which is on 5th street in the city. Like with all jobs I needed to do the appropriate paperwork. Tax papers and all that before I could begin actually working.

You know…

I’d never considered what they’d do with my last paycheck if I died while working. Turns out they know. I had to fill out this paperwork stating who my last check was to go to in the event of my death. This is my Beneficiary. I needed to write their SSN on this paper. Believe me that was unnerving.

ANYWAY!

Finally with my paperwork done Donald and I were away again. We went down to Ballinger Park. I was handed a weed wacker and told to start on the community garden.

I’ve never handled a weed eater like this one. Being nearly my height and weighing a good solid 30 pounds at least? I’d guess closer to 40. I started off uncertainly when left to my own devices. The kick of this machine was pretty strong, mostly I was following after it, and trying to find the best grip. It vibrated harshly and was killing my hands.

Admittedly I had to ask Donald a few things. How to draw the line out and how to start it again. But once under way I was alright. Too slow, I knew, but alright.

Come lunch I was almost done. There had been a mishap in which I ran out of fuel and had to wait for them to return with some since I’d feared braking the spring on the second one. It’s draw line was not tight and it would not kick over the little engine.

I was not sure what to do about Lunch. I was going to sit off to myself, but their directed me to their table and told me take a sit. The other seasonal, Mike, who I thought close to my age, seems to know them. I feel out of depth. But I feel happy. I’m coated in murdered grass and smell like gas.

I had to finish what I was doing after lunch. My arms were aching and I’d not been able to feel my hands the whole time. But I got it all done.

This was topped off with Push Mowing, to complete the fenced in gardens.

At 2:30 we left to return to Middletown, and I felt a sense of accomplishment.

Donald did not know if I worked that coming weekend. He said that he would tell me the next day (Friday) and so with that, at 3 pm, we all scattered to go home.

The pain in my paws was harsh, both hands and feet. I had feared that I’d pushed myself too hard trying to prove myself.

I learned to appreciate Advil, which relieves swelling and aching. I talked to my girlfriend while I was driving home. Though there is a mountain where service drops.

Our conversation was not too great anyway…She missed me, and I her. But she felt sullen with me being unable to easily talk to her and needing to go to be early.

I showered when I got home. Nothing felt so great just then as that shower.

Tired, happy, nervous of the next day and what I was dealing with that evening, I tried to sleep.

This, however, was also the start of a descent of a few other aspects of my life. I’m still trying to grasp what entirely a week later.

In Service of Nature

Hi everyone! Your favorite Lady Dracor or at least the only one you know here with some fantastic news~ I know the few times I’ve said anything in the last few months were scant, and generally depressing, so here is some Great news!

I’ve become employed again, which helps my depression a good deal. Whats more it is with the Frederick County (Maryland) Park System. I work with the Maintenance crews.

I decided that since it’s different and close to what I want to work as I’d document it every day here :D At least at first. eventually things will mellow out to one a few days, Granted. But one day at a time, right?

My Interview was not what I expected, to be quite frank. There were four folks sitting at a table and a fifth one asking me questions. I had no idea who they were and why they were important.
As it later turns out these are the Four Foremen. The Managers of the Frederick County Maintenance Dept under the Big Guy.
I was honest and forthright about things. I mentioned wanted to work for the rangers and got an interview with their head ranger actually. I was turned down.

Turns out though he was not sure what he could or could not say, but he did tell me “The Foremen were impressed by you. You did really well. So expect a call.”
My Moirail confirmed it too when he got a call, being I used him, who works for a park over otherwise of the state, as a ref.

So I got a call, and a letter directly after this phone call (the minute I hung up my notifications buzzed) that I was to start 6:30AM the next day and bring my steel toe boots.

I was more than a little excited…and also confused as to where to go exactly. In my dizzy excitement I nearly forgot. To be Honest. But I’ll explain that in Day One.

I’ve just finished my Fifth day, so I’m going to write them as though I just got home from each day. They are still quite fresh~

Toxicity

Some questions in regard to something I am working on and want a larger view towards. I would appreciate the responses from how you see things/define things. I would like to know if you, yourself, come from a Toxic Home/Environment. Though answers might speak for themselves there.

What do you define as a ‘Toxic Environment’ can it be easily defined?
Is there a general set for how Toxic Environments run i.e. Home Style, Location, income, ect.
Is there a way to identify someone/people who live in a Toxic Environment.
Do you think those who run the Environment are aware of the toxicity?
Do you believe those who Suffer the Environment are justified in their feelings
Is it easily changed/corrected?
do you feel it effects development in such Environments?

Toxicity

Some questions in regard to something I am working on and want a larger view towards. I would appreciate the responses from how you see things/define things. I would like to know if you, yourself, come from a Toxic Home/Environment. Though answers might speak for themselves there.

What do you define as a ‘Toxic Environment’ can it be easily defined?
Is there a general set for how Toxic Environments run i.e. Home Style, Location, income, ect.
Is there a way to identify someone/people who live in a Toxic Environment.
Do you think those who run the Environment are aware of the toxicity?
Do you believe those who Suffer the Environment are justified in their feelings
Is it easily changed/corrected?
do you feel it effects development in such Environments?

Shadow Song-added

Warning- This does contain the death of Children in violent bloody manners. So if you are Triggered by Murder/Death in a senseless way I suggest Avoiding it.

Day Five is Write about someone on the verge of a Breakdown/having breakdown/recovering from Breakdown.
Sanketsu spoke up. He wanted to speak in his piece about things. so this Interpretation of Breakdown was Shifting mentally and returning to see the destruction that happened, falling into Depression and Resolution. It’s the longest one I’ve done in a while.

April 3, 2013: I happened to open up this document tonight and fiddled with it a little. Added collectively 269 words, but hey, it’s the little things that count right? Dunno why I opened up this piece. I guess it just suited y mood some. Feeling displeased, almost angry.