Oh, This? It’s Just a Hobby…

In the ‘About Me’ part of my blog, I mentioned that I enjoyed watching anime.  I also like going to conventions when they have them in my city.  They are soo much fun and it’s nice to dress up and be somebody else for a day or two.  Usually two.  The conventions are three days long, and I try to dress as two different people on two different days.  Sometimes I go on the third day, and sometimes I don’t.

I’ve been going since 2014 and it has been a blast every time.  My first year I went as Korra, from Legend of Korra, the continuation of the Avatar: Last Airbender series.SAMSUNG  I got so many, “Hey!  Waterbender!”  I would spin around and almost karate chop somebody (just kidding).  It was nice to be recognized.

My second year, my brother went with me and we did a couple sort of dress up.  Some of you might know the anime, Black Butler.  He was Sebastian Michaelis, the butler; and I was Ciel Phantomhive, the master.  (FYI, that guy is not my brother.  Just a random dude who asked to hold me.)IMG_20150417_132146620  We got recognized and stopped all day.  It was superb!  After that, we got an email saying there was an 18+ only convention in December for anime, that was sort of an extension of Tekko.  We went to it, met a voice actor we both really loved, got autographs and pictures to remember it by.

My third year of Tekko, my brother and I dressed separately.  He went as another character from an anime, and I went as Black Widow one day, and Loki in his Stuttgart suit and cane the next day.  I actually got chased down by a Thor.  How could you not runaway from some big, blonde dude, who screams, “Brother!” at the top of his lungs?  I turned and ran.  Everyone thought it was funny.

For Sangawa second year around, I was old enough to participate in the sake tasting.  It was marvelous, and I was hungover the next day.  Yeah…  I will still be going again this year.  It was fun last year: sampling sake, meeting random people, and sitting out in the hallway talking till almost 2:00 a.m.  It was fun, I met knew people and my brother and I can talk to them whenever we go to these conventions.  I’ll bring you guys up to date on the next convention I go to, because they are so much fun!

And on that note, it’s been real!

Clubbing: You Only Live Once

I am not a party animal.  Little known fact for today.  I have never snuck out to a club, was never involved in high school parties (I was home schooled), and no underage drinking or drugs took place.  I was dedicated to graduating high school so I could do whatever I wanted after the fact.  Now, I am going back to school for dental assistant, but I feel I have not experienced most of what young adults experience even before they go to college.

I get asked all the time if I want to go to a strip club, or anything like that after work.  My usual response is, “No.”  However, a week or so ago, my one coworker asked if I wanted to go to a club in the city with her.  I told her I would not be opposed to a regular club.  I could wear a cute mini skirt or little dress and just watch.  I would drink, chat, and possibly dance, but I think the main reason I want to go to a club would be to observe humanity.  As a writer, I like to see people in their natural settings and see how they react to certain stimuli.  Not to say that I won’t participate at all.  Give me a few drinks, and I will talk your ears off.

Yeah, me going to a night club or a casino would not be for me to experience it from an individual standpoint.  I would have to experience it from a community standpoint; what are other people thinking and feeling around me?  I know that most people want to be participators in life instead of just being observers; but… I don’t know if I’m personally ready to participate in life.  Not yet, at any rate.

And on that note, it’s been real!

Not All Quiet on the Western Front

So, yesterday I got curious to see what was going on at my office in the three days I had been away from them.  I’m still away today, tomorrow, and all of next week.  I have orientation for a class that I’m starting today, that that’s a big thing, and then the class starts next week.  But… continuing…

I texted a couple of people from work yesterday and asked them how everything was going with having the slacker girl back in the office.  I text two separate people: one of the doctor’s assistants, and the other front desk girl I had been training.  The girl said that they had all been dragged down for a front desk meeting to go over the new responsibilities they were expected to take on now that I wasn’t there anymore.  Apparently, slacker girl just smiled and nodded her head.  I asked the other receptionist if the manager had tried to start a round of applause to welcome her back.  She said that yes she did, and hardly anybody participated.  Also, her English has now suffered greatly because she’s been in Indonesia for basically three months.

The assistant said he can’t believe how bad it is now there, and I don’t blame him.  I am firmly of the opinion that she is a bad apple that needs to be removed, or the rest of the barrel will get contaminated.  I haven’t seen her since she got back, and I won’t be seeing her till after Labor Day, if she’s still there.  I am of the opinion that: revenge is a dish best served cold.

And on that note, it’s been real!

The Middle Earth Rant

Alright, I thought that I should tell you guys about something that has been a part of my life for the last several years that I have been doing with my siblings for the last several years.  And nope, it has nothing to do with Monday.  I just found that picture and thought it was hysterical.

So, in my house growing up, before you could watch the Lord of the Rings movies (since they came first), you had to read the books.  But, before you could read the Lord of the Rings, you had to read The Hobbit ahead of that.  It was such a process to watch a couple of movies.  The first time I watched the Lord of the Rings Trilogy, it was with my parents and older siblings.  No talking, just watching.  As the years went on, and my younger siblings read the books and joined in the fun.    And when I say fun, I mean fun!

My younger sister has a very similar type of sense of humor to me: dry, witty, and sarcastic.  We watch the Hobbit movies and the Lord of the Rings, the witticisms fly like nobody’s business!  I keep saying we need to film ourselves watching them, because nobody would believe us otherwise.  We make each other laugh and/or what we say, fits with the moment in the movie.  We nail it every time.  And it’s not like we watch the movies all the time.  We space them out, and only try to watch them once or twice a year because they take up so much time.  But, I will say this: if I didn’t watch these movies with my younger sister and younger brother, I wouldn’t enjoy half as much.

And on that note, it’s been real!

Lazy Day

So, I a happy person today because I had yesterday off, and today off, and tomorrow off, and Thursday off, and Friday off.  I’m also off from my restaurant job on Friday night and Saturday night.  I’m as free as a little bird, and I’m so happy!  I can catch up this and my novel writing.  I can also finish watching “The Defenders” on Netflix.

To the world, I will be doing nothing.  To me, I will be doing everything important.  It will be nice to wake up when I want to, and not when the alarm decides to buzz.  I answer to myself for the rest of the week, and it will be nice.  I hope that everyone else also has a good week, whether they’re working or not.

And on that note, it’s been real!

Fraud: It’s Terrifyingly Real

Alright, this particular post is not going to be a ‘poking fun at people’ or an ‘advice list’.  This is a story that I wish hadn’t happened to me.

On Friday last week, after I was done having fun at my soiree for work, and had said goodbye to my coworkers, I was driving home to prepare to visit my sister’s apartment.  As I was driving, my phone rang and I answered it.  It was a recording saying that the IRS had found a miscalculation on my taxes, and an arrest warrant was pending for me.  To say I was a little freaked, would be an understatement.  I got home, called the number, and asked what the f*ck was going on.  I spoke to an Indian man, who threatened me if I told anyone what was going on, and if I hung up the phone.

I was afraid for myself and my family.  They told me that I owed them over $2,000 and that I had to pay everything right then and there.  I had never heard of this type of fraud before, and I was able to persuade them that if they called me back in an hour, I would have the money.  In that space of time, I told my parents and my elder sister.  They said it was a scam and to tell them to go screw themselves.  My younger sister and I drove to our elder sister’s apartment, and during the drive, the scammers tried to call me over ten times.  At one point, my sister told me to answer the phone.  I did, and she said, “Go f*ck yourself!”  I hung up a split second later.  They tried again, and I ignored it.

When we arrived at my sister’s, they tried again, and I ignored it again and again.  Finally, my older sister took my phone, answered, and said a whole slew of things that I will not go into detail on.  They tried calling me again on Saturday, but I ignored it.  I called my bank, put a few of my cards on fraud watch, cancelled my current debit card and ordered a new one, and put a complaint on FTC Complaint Assistant.

I feel better now that I’m pretty sure my money is safe, but the feeling I was experiencing on Friday, was fear.  These people… these animals, get something from terrorizing innocents.  They take their money and possibly, ruin their lives.  I’m not a rich person.  I don’t have money to throw around.  If they had succeeded, there was a good chance I never would have recovered.  I was afraid that day.  I never want to experience fear like that again.  People like them deserve to be arrested and put away for good.  Or worse.  I’m not a forgiving person.  It’s not in my nature.  And when people make me feel fear, I feel weak.  I don’t like feeling weak.

Just know that if you get a call like that, and somebody threatens you and tries to take what’s yours, stand up for yourself.  Make them feel fear.  Let the inner beast out and you will not only save your assets and future, you will also save your pride.

And on that note, it’s been real!

Last Day! Whoo Hoo!

This one is going to be quick because… today is my last day!

The schedule is short because I only have one doctor, and my coworkers want to take me out for a parting drink after work.  I am feeling a little sad to say goodbye to people who have been very supportive of me the last three years.  With a few exceptions, I’ve liked working with them, and will be upset that I won’t be working with them like I used to.

I cleaned up my desk area yesterday.  It was a smidge depressing, but mostly fun.  I like organizing and it was good to see certain cluttered areas get de-cluttered.  Another thing to pick my spirits up, what girl can say no to a drink with some funny ladies?

And on that note, it’s been real!