If I Ever -Hire

If I Ever get into the position to be able to hire people at my work.

I really want to hire a person named Annette.
And then assign them to work in our fish department.
Just to watch the chaos unfold.

"Hey I need a net."
"She's not working today."
"No! No. I need the tool the net."
"Oh!"

"Hey, have you seen Annette today?"
"I'm pretty sure that they're in the same spot they were yesterday."
"No! No. The person. Our coworker."
"Oh!"

Yah....
I wonder if I'd be able to cause confusion elsewhere in the store if I hire other people with specific names.
I mean...beyond having two people working with the same name. That's already confusing.

Too Focused

It's my own fault really.
Sitting hunched over a computer, typing out a story idea for hours on end.
Tense with excitement.
With adrenaline.
With doubts.
With hopes.
Focused on the white screen.
Working persistently to get what I want to write down out and onto the screen before me.

Yah.
It's no surprise that I've tensed myself up from this.
Causing myself a slight headache.

But oh man, was it worth it. ^^

On the Run

I held my breath. Waiting, listening to the sounds of dogs barking in the distance. I really hoped that they hadn't found my trail. But with dogs. They'd probably found my trail.

Exhaling, I turned, and jumped, reaching up to the fire escape above me. Dogs could only follow so far, and if I took to the rooftops, my trail would be that much more difficult to follow.

Flexing my arms I swung upwards quickly disappearing out of sight.

I needed to get away from the dogs, away from the city for a bit until the hunt died down for me.

-Inspiration from reading DC fanfic

To Survive To Forget

I haven't seen my parents in four years. Not as myself. Not since the accident. I mean, after nearly destroying the lab in that chemical explosion... it's better that they believe me dead. It's better that they don't realize their son is still alive. It's better. Because if they knew what I was, knew what I had become....
Well, dead would be a kinder fate.
Still. That doesn't make this sort of life any easier.
Not when they still see me as the enemy.
Not when I still see them as my parents.
They wonder why I never hurt them like the others do.
They believe me weak.
And perhaps I am.
The others don't hold back when it comes to my parents.
But there's just that.
They're my parents.
Even if they think I'm dead....they will always be my parents.
I'd already hurt them enough letting them believe me dead.
I'm not going to hurt them any more than I have to.

-Inspiration from talking about Danny Phantom earlier

I Will Still Fight

I stood in stony silence. Staring out the window, down at the trickle of my former rebels leaving the fortifications we'd worked so hard to build and defend. They'd given up. Decided, after listening to the woman in charge of the invaders, that they had a better chance at a better life if they gave in. They were more the fools.
Though I could only guess that they, as they looked back one last time up at our defenses, thought I was the fool. That I should surrender as well and give in.
The corner of my mouth twitched.
The battle wasn't yet ended.
They may have thought we had nothing left to protect.
They may have thought what she wanted us to believe of our efforts, that we were fighting a futile war.
Yet, I would not give in. She would never get into my head. I would never believe her sweetened lies of happiness. No. I would fight. I would fight until I died if I had to.
Even if it ended up being a pointless struggle in the end.
At least she would know.
That not everyone accepted the invaders at first.

No. I would never accept them.
And I would protect what I had left.
Until it was torn from my cold corpse.
I would still fight.

-Inspiration from a dream I had last night.

Likes

Gary: *walks by with a big glob of bird poop on his face.
Me: Looks like the new macaw really likes you.
Gary: If this is liking me, I would prefer he didn't!

Fifth Time.....

I may be over tiring myself.
Or over sleeping myself.

Or just...maybe I need some more red meat in my diet.

Maybe I'm just trying to fight off an illness like a cold or something.

And it's placing stress on my body.

Which results in headaches from the tension.

Because honestly.
This is what? The fifth day in a row that I've ended up with a headache at some point during the day.
*shakes head*

Obviously I'm missing something in my routine that has caused me to have this sort of odd encounter...

Because usually I don't get headaches everyday....
Usually.

Please let me figure out the source soon.
As it's very detrimental to have to deal with these on a daily basis.

Again?

>.<
Okay, this needs to stop.
Dearest Aching Head.

I have no idea whatsoever what I did to make you come back for the fourth day in a row.
But you gotta leave soon.

I'm not stressed, I got enough sleep, I've eaten...
So what is it this time to cause this ache behind my eyes?

Why has my shoulder tensed?
Why is there this ache?

I legitimately have no idea.
And it's bugging me.

Perhaps sleep will help....

Bad Wake Up

Waking up with a headache is never fun.
Especially when one has work to go.

Thankfully though, being at work almost always helps to get rid of headaches when sleep doesn't do the trick. Because I'm able to work out the tension in my muscles with all the cleaning tasks I have to do to get the store ready before we open.

Unfortunately....
It's hard to keep said headache gone permanently when it turns out that people like to come to a pet store to shop on a holiday....and the chaos of being understaffed on a Monday results in the tension coming right back. *sighs*
At least I did eventually manage to get rid of it.

Too Tight

Can you get a headache from wearing too tight of a shirt?
Because I think that's what I've just experienced.
Maybe it's just a feeling of claustrophobia. That you can't breath normally that there is something constraining your movements that cause the body to tense up and an ache to form behind the eye.

Note to self.
Get out of tight clothing as quickly as possible to avoid straining the body and tensing myself up.
Because these headaches....aren't fun.

The What Ifs

One of the most annoying types of headaches to get,
Are the ones that come from 'what if' stressors.

You see, I have a pretty good imagination.
And when an event happens where I can't say for sure that the outcome is going to be good.
I end up worrying/stressing about it in the backburner of my mind.
Which in turn tends to tense up my muscles.
And therefore gives me a headache.

All because I don't know...what's going to happen next.
The stress of the unknown is the worst.
Because there is no easy way, unless one can find the answer quickly, to get rid of the 'what if' stress.

And today....
I had that happen just before I had to leave for work.
Where my roomies found a random bike in our yard -behind our gate and such.

I had seen the bike yesterday, outside of our gate, along the boundary between our place and the neighbor's. And so had assumed that the bike was someone's who belonged there.

But for whatever reason, this person had decided to go through the extra effort and open up our gate and stick the bike inside, leaning it against the neighbor's house.
Why he thought that was a good idea is beyond me. Because it was obviously not the neighbor's property because there was a gate there....
*shakes head*

In any case, after receiving no response from the neighbors.
My roomies decided to take the bike and lock it in our garage.

Which I thought was a bit....extreme.

Honestly, I would have just placed the bike back in the neighbor's driveway.
And maybe would have added in a note saying "Hey, don't place things on our property okay?"
Just to basically give them a warning.

Instead...the roomies locked it in our garage. Out of sight.
And I could only imagine how the owner of said bike would react when he'd go to get it....and not find it where he left it.
Nor could I imagine the conversation that would result in regards to the bike ending up well....

Soo....
That's when I started stressing.
Because I was worried.
Worried for my roomies,
worried for our relation with our neighbors.
Worried for the owner of the bike.

And I was constantly trying to come up with scenarios that would make the eventual confrontation go smoothly.

-Thankfully from what I heard from the roomies, it went well. They ended up returning to the neighbor. Discovered the bike belonged to a friend of his. and said friend had been rightfully frantic about his bike being missing. And probably took it to heart when my roomies said: "Don't put your bike on our property."

Still.
It didn't stop me from getting tensed up.
*exhales*
Add onto that 8 hours of customer service at work today.
and stress over being able to buy new fish or not....

It's no surprise really that I ended up with a headache. Y_Y

In The Blood

The blood of murderers flows through my veins. Even now, I can hear it singing, thirsting for the death of others.
Some say that one can't run away from their destiny. That the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. But I'm going to prove them wrong. Just because my ancestors were killers didn't mean I had to be. I could be better than them. Prove that my family tree could produce good guys. Not people who could tell at a glance how best to kill a man. How best to cause them the most pain before they died. Who in their right mind would want to know that?
Apparently my family wasn't in their right minds because they did know that. Studied it. Did it. To the point where the need to kill literally is part of us.
Exhaling, I slowly lowered the knife, carefully using its sharp edge to slice through rope and not through the fingers nearby. "Here now," I whispered soothingly. Another family talent unfortunately, but if it could calm down the hostage, all the better I suppose. "You're free now. You'll be able to go home." The police would ensure that at least. Me, I would remain a nameless nobody. A shadow that occasionally broke out of the darkness to lend a helping hand. Because even if I was setting out to prove that my murderous blood wouldn't define me, that didn't mean others would feel the same. The apple never falls far from the tree in these parts. So if my family heritage ever came to light, no good deed I did would ever be seen as purely good. No, they would scrutinize and pick it apart searching for a hidden motive.
Therefore, they couldn't ever find out who I was. Let my good deeds remain just that. Good. Nothing more and nothing less.

-Inspiration from watching Detective Conan Movie 6: The Phantom of Baker Street

Overhead

My hands went white on the steering wheel. Breathe. Breathe. Breeeeaaatthhheee. I chanted to myself as my heart rate sped up. The buildings were so close, towering over me. They threw everything into shadow, into darkness. I swallowed hard, foot pressing on the gas. They were falling. The buildings were falling! I gave a quick shake. "No. No. You're fine. You're fine." I muttered. "You can do this. Come on. Come on."
Sunlight fell over my car as the last of the skyscrapers fell behind me and I relaxed. Safe. I was safe. The streets were widening. I could breathe again.
I hated driving in downtown. Compared to the open space everywhere else.
It just felt....claustrophobic.

-Inspiration from driving downtown today.

It's Just Me

I pulled off the glasses, and ran a hand through the painfully straight hair, messing it up to my usual style. I lifted my eyes to the mirror, studying my reflection. I didn't get it. What was it about me that she didn't like?
Every time. When given a choice between shy James, and confident Josh....she would pick James. I leaned back, loosening the collar of my shirt. At this point, if James and Josh took her on the exact same date and did everything exactly the same; James would win the points with her, while Josh, he would still be seen as a jerk.
What was it about the real me that she didn't like? I grimaced, tucking the glasses into an inner pocket of my bag. Did she not like that I was popular? That I had money? Friends? It was like she couldn't see me past all the fame, really. Didn't girls want a rich guy? Why then did she steadfastly continue to make any encounter between us difficult? I wasn't that difficult of a guy to like. Me acting as James proved that. If only I could show her and prove to her that Josh could be liked as well. If only.

-Inspiration from watching a Bollywood film.

Home?

"Are you sure you can handle her? You do realize she's already been through five foster homes in the last three months."
Mentally I rolled my eyes. "I'm not here to 'handle' her, I'm here to give her a home." I said as patiently as I could. The poor child probably felt more like a pet than a person if that's how people referred to her. "If she doesn't like me or my home, I will let you know. But for now, I'm going to let her try and have a more normal life and schedule." I already knew it wouldn't be easy. I'd dealt with multiple foster kids already who had issues. I would deal with what came with this one as well. What was important was stability for the child that hadn't had stability since her parents had died.

-Inspiration from reading an article online.

If I Ever -Revenge Prank

There's something about having to deal with prank phone calls at work that just makes irritation rise.
I mean, the person is purposely wasting my time, asking questions that are either silly, dumb, or just...well even more dumb.

And it's not like I can call them back. Because they call under a number listed as 'anonymous'

So If I was ever to have a random super power.

Perhaps having the ability to know exactly who I was talking to would be helpful.
Like I could see the person on the phone if I chose to. (yes I know face time is a thing, but this is an anonymous call on a work phone with no smartphone capabilities)
And then, I could have some sort of link established, where I could exact revenge.

Where I could then call them back, and proceed to annoy them with questions that don't apply at all, with them having no way to trace the call back.
Give them a taste of their own medicine, but be more persistent about it. So they'd not want to do it again.

Yah....musings.
If I Ever could call back the prank phone callers....and prank call them in return.....it will be something I definitely would consider doing during the slow times at work when I have no customers to deal with.

It Strikes Again

I shouldn't take naps, apparently. At least not once where I sleep weird.
Because waking up with an ache behind the eyes is hardly reassuring.
Or else, make sure I drink more liquids before I go take my nap.
As it's probably a bit of dehydration playing into the ache as well.

At least, It's fading now...now that I've been distracted with a story idea. lol

To Do The Right Thing

I'd never felt like the walls had eyes.
But with the mirrored glass to my right, hiding another room....
I could only guess that it was crowded with people staring at me.
I fidgeted, hands in my lap, the laptop on the desk in front of me, with an officer across from us.
"So let me get this straight." He said for the fifth time. "You're turning in this laptop to us."
"Because I found information on a child smuggling ring on it."
"Right, and you found this information..."
I exhaled. "Because I hacked the computer to see what was on it." Honestly it was like being in kindergarten again.
"How did you get the laptop?"
"I already told you." I snapped leaning forward. "I broke into the guys home and stole it to make a few bucks. Found what was on the laptop and decided to turn it in. Geez." I leaned backwards, glancing to the windows. "Yes, I am admitting to being a burglar,  yes I know admitting it means you have the right to arrest me, though why I'm not yet in handcuffs is beyond me. and Yes, I am willing to be caught for this because there are a bunch of kid's lives on the line and I'm not going to let that happen. So book me or whatever, but go rescue those children alright! You're wasting time asking me the same stupid questions! My story isn't changing. You have it on record. Put me in a cell and just get to work doing a real community service okay?"

-Inspiration from an UltraFacts Tumblr post.

Can't Stop Reading

It's more likely that the fact my head aches is due to me sitting hunched over a bright screen avidly reading tiny writing for hours on end.
That's what happens when I decide to reread a fanfic thing that I read a bit ago.
*shakes head*

I'm sure there are other issues involved, like the couple of hours of writing I did earlier in the day, as well as the brief interactions with people -some that I wanted to talk to, others that I didn't.- That contributed to my current state of mind.

Ah well...
Hopefully a bit of sleep will also help this one...or at least a heatpack and some advil.....

Plans

Fernando: Is that the trash from the bird cage cleaning?
Me: Yes?
Fernando: Sweet! I can take it from here, I have plans for that. Yo, Billy! Grab the dead fish bucket. We have work to do.

Me: *thinking* Do I even want to know what these plans are?

Dentist Woes

Honestly, the dentist is just a stressful place to go to.
I mean, people are sticking foreign pointy objects into your mouth.
And you're letting them do so.

*Shakes head*

So it's probably stress from that.
Stress from worrying about things relating to the dentist, but also the tension of making a long drive back to Hometown straight from work, wondering if you'll hit slow traffic or if you'll make it there on time.
And then add into that that no nap was taken today....
Along with pointy objects being put into your mouth.

It's no surprise I ended up with a headache. Y_Y *exhales*
Hopefully sleep gets rid of it.

In Insanity

The surrounding house and grounds glowed red and orange, like the pits of an active volcano as I darted into a corner not yet burned. Trapped. I was trapped. I closed my eyes praying that he wouldn't find me here.
Laughter echoed through the crackling flames freezing the blood in my veins. Oh no. Breath caught in my chest, I slowly turned my head, peeking out of my hiding place.
A nightmare angled its way through the fires, heedless of the fact that they licked at skin, burning clothes. My son, oh my son, grinned like a demon possessed.
"Mo-o-ther" he called out in a sing song voice. "Come O-o-o-out! Come O-o-out! You can't hiiiiide from me-e-e-e-e!!"
I covered my mouth to keep from screaming. If I was to survive. I needed to not give myself away to the madman that had once been my son.

-Inspiration from a drea--nightmare I had last night.

Floors

Wesley: *upon seeing me in the middle of cleaning cages* Sarnic! *throws hands up in mock frustration* I just cleaned that floor.
Me: *grins unrepentedly* Hey at least it's just bedding and not a gigantic pool of blood.
Wesley: *grimaces* True, your mess is much easier to clean up.
Me: Very easy, considering I clean up my own messes, not you.
Wesley: Touché *salutes*

Met Again?

I hadn't expected to see them here. My mind went blank with panic I slipped on the leaves, my sketchbook of loose artwork paper swirling around me in a sudden blizzard. A hand grabbed onto my arm and I flinched and jerked away, quickly pulling down the sleeve of my short-sleeve shirt, to cover the raised scar that encircled my arm. "S-sorry" I mumbled, quickly falling to my knees to gather my work. At least it hadn't rained yet, my sketches should be fine. My face, red as a tomato was less easy to fix. I hadn't seen these guys since the Valentine's party last year. The unfortunate incident. I worked to avoid them, avoid the memories though the scar on my arm made it difficult.
"Here, let us help." Kyle said, kneeling down next to me.
"We didn't mean to startle you." Jason added.
"You aren't hurt are you?" The last, Mark asked.
"I'm fine." I said keeping my head down. I didn't want them to remember me. I tugged at my shirt again. "Go on a head, I got this."
Jason tsked. "What sort of gentlemen would we be if we just walked away?"
"The same gentlemen I met a year ago I guess." I snapped, jerking a drawing from them. I bit my lip and stood quickly. Oops. I shouldn't have said that.

-Inspiration from a Dream

Lightbulb

It's not everyday that you find yourself working in a store owned by the Mafia.....but this is what happens when you do find yourself working in a pet store owned by the Mafia.

Boss: *storms into store* Why aren't any of the lights on!?
Me: .... We're not open yet.
Boss: *squints up at ceiling* what time is it?
Me: Early. .... How long have you been awake?
Boss: Too long. I'm going to bed. *disappears into secret room*

Saved

"I found her!" I managed to shout, my voice ragged. Gently I picked up the still form of a tiny baby, possibly no more than six months old. She was thin, cold. I held her close, feeling her baby breathing as she made the first of small noises. "Don't worry little one." I cooed to her, rocking her back and forth as I moved out of the wreckage that had been a home. "You're safe now, hold on, we'll get you food and proper care soon." How well she'd been treated before this point I would probably never know. Both parents had been found earlier in the week dead of an overdose in their car. Only now, had someone thought to ask if they parents had had any kids. To think...if we'd come any later. I held her closer. "Hold on baby girl. We'll get you healthy okay?" She would live. I would make sure of that. No need for another life to be pointlessly lost due to the drug problem holding our city by the neck.

-Inspiration from reading an article where a 5 month old baby died after no food/care because the parents had died of an overdose earlier.

Energy Drain

I'm guessing...it was too much people interaction today.
It's not even that I had to interact with a lot of people like I would have to on a Saturday or something.
I'm guessing it was just...too much interaction with people with the wrong energy auras going on.

As I'm in a low right now with my own energy levels, which means I'm a bit more susceptible to people with strong energy waves coming off of them.

It's those slightly negative people that do it.
The ones where I try to help them, but end up failing in doing so.
The ones that through one way or another manage to sap my energy before I can break away.
Leaving me tense and tired and just....ready to go home and hide under the covers.

Considering I had a headache yesterday and got another one today...
Sleep issues may be part of it still.

But with today's headache, I'm going to go with ....I ran dry energy wise and got overdrawn.
Hopefully some recuperation will happen and I'll be better before the morning.

Too Little Sleep

I don't think I'm getting enough rest.
Okay, I know I'm not getting enough rest.

Through a combination of doing other things after I get off work,
And being unable to take restful naps once I finally get home without being interrupted.

I knew it was only a matter of time before it would catch up to me.
In the form of a headache.

Which it did.
Despite my best efforts.
A headache has struck me once more.

Hopefully some rest will get rid of it.
Hopefully.