I've been a server and bartender since I was 16. Bartender obviously after I turned 21 :P, but anyhow...

Working where I currently am now has had it's ups and downs as I'm sure many places. After two years and a squeaky clean record of no write ups, no problems whatsoever, bam three in a month. Thank you to our lovely new management team.

Here's some insight on the assholes that I work for.

The GM is a total spaztic. He came from outside of the company and has the attention span of a gnat on crack. Now, I'm not knocking dyslexia by a mile since I suffered as a child, but have learned to slow down and take my time in reading and writing. This guy gets so excited that EVERY order sent out from the kitchen (if he's playing the expediting role) all fucked up. Like, the kind of fucked up where there's a date label right on top of the mashed potatoes and doesn't notice it. Seriously? It's purple. When it made it to one of my tables, (having this label make it past the cook, the expediter GM, and the food runner) needless to say, they were pissed at such a careless mistake. Yet, he says "It happens" oh so nonchalantly, but yet it's my fault despite the fact I'm on the floor and hadn't seen the kitchen in two hours aside from grabbing drinks. So a write up it is. For me. How's that work out? >.>

Another instance was a bartending shift. I was totally set up. First of the month, folks have their first of the month money, pay checks and what have you. Fine, I can handle pressure. I thrive off of it in some instances. However, what I can't handle is being set up to fail. When I say this, I mean there's not another soul in the building aside from cooks and the one manager we did have that was over 21 or had an idea on how to help. This is problem number one. Number two is the daytime bartender bounced her happy ass out long before I even arrived and left me with no mixers, no beer, two kegs dry as a bone, half the dishes dirty, no fruit cut, and with no low liquors replaced. -.- This particular night my bar was 2-3 people deep all the way around the horseshoe and I was 7 tickets deep off the printer with 3 or more different drinks on each one. Yet, when I asked for help? The manager refused to come from the kitchen, leaving me completely weeded. But somehow I'm supposed to wait on 30+ folks and get all those drinks out within 2 minutes. Amazing.

The topper to the whole thing. Is this. We've had several pregnant girls working the entirety of their pregnancy, and when I say all of it, I mean like the day they lose their mucus plug, they're in the middle of a heavy shift. For those that've never had children, losing your mucus plug is the very beginning of the baby saying "BITCH IMMA COMMIN FOR THE LIGHT." I'm in understanding that for things to be successful, you have to run a tight ship. Management is supposed to be a bunch of assholes, but when there's no compassion what so ever and "Her health and welfare isn't my concern and if she goes into labor, tough shit, she'll have to find cover before having the kid" was way too much for me to handle.

I turned in my two weeks notice last Friday. A stern staff I can work for. An uncaring one? Not so much. It was either quit or get fired. Because..frankly, every day I go into this place I go into rage mode. I dispise the management to the point that my adrenaline pumps and I nearly black out in anger if one of them is unecessarily disrespectful to me or my coworkers. It takes all I have in me to just walk away rather than punch them in the fucking throat. >.< And now, I nap.

Yeah. Update blog yada yada journal.

My laptop bit the dust finally. -.- RIP sweet Acer. You were good to me for nearly 6 long years. On the other hand my lovely other half Tirix found it in his heart to get me a brand new laptop for a belated Christmas gift. Now, I can finally install my wacom on something with a screen larger than a beverage napkin and finish off some of my WIP's. :)

Another vacation's come and gone, and I'm beginning to really hate this place. Being in bum fuck egypt NC sucks butt. The more places that I have the opportunity to go and see, the more antsy and fidgety I seem to get. >.<

Anyhowsit. Random. That is all.

Ending of vacation and being shoved back into reality FUCKING BLOWS!

That is all.

I treated myself. Yes, imagine that! I bought myself a little wacom! So darned tickled I can hardly stand myself. :D

So, here's the run down. I love this thing! Ever since I was able to hold a pencil, I've doodled and sketched roughly. But this... @.@ I've been working on something tonight, not too big, but just to get the feel of it and the commands..wootwoot.

Watch this space :D For moar! :D

About Chick-Fil-a, I might just go batshit postal crazy. >.<!!

Been a while away, back, away..you know the drill. Point is...well, I'm back. Again. And seriously on the hunt for more new arts. :)

Okay, this is to help me keep up more than anything at this point. >.< God I'm turning into an artwhore.

Besides, maybe it'll spread the lurve for Artists with great talent.
Everyone I commission, well, there's something I find appealing about their style. It may not be traditional by most standards, but it's what rocks my boat.

 lizspit Single Character portrait- Paid Finished! <3 Awesome work and thank you!

 spearfrost Single Character full color- Paid- Inkwork @.@

 chak Profile ID "Pweeeeeze" omg sqqwueeeeee so cute I can't stand it- Paid -Finished <3

 timeless_error_ Single character, Ink -paid- received <3 Love it :D

 Juindalo Single character, full color and background- paid Got it and O.O omg. Thank you :D

 Lysette Single character, painting- paid LOVE IT <3 Received

 Baka_Sukonku Two characters, full color - paid Got it, (haven't posted it yet) but by gods it's a beautiful rendition, the facial expressions are gorgeous.

Okay, I'm done. sooo done for a while x.x

Okay, so I read a rather profound journal a moment ago, and it's got me thinking.
Thinking about some really good times and familiar faces.
Thinking about wonderful friendships forged and ones broken out of stupidity.
Thinking about life in general and the cobblestones that make your feet ache and drive you to glance over your shoulder to turn back to a more familiar path.
Thinking about just how lucky one is at this moment regardless of past transgressions or burnt bridges.

I hate nostalgia with a passion, the kind of hot blooded emotion that just turns you inside out to know just what a fool you've been and what kind of an idiot you can actually be given the opportunity when circumstances arise.

Welp. It's one of those days. You know, where you're hyper but you have no clue what the hell you want to do. Concentration is out the window because ideas flip and flop here and there like someone's got the remote to your brain's picture show. :| It almost makes me want to just scream, or bounce around until I overexert myself and pass out in a coma. That being said, I'm thrilled to death with future arts that's coming this way.

Okay. Here's a few details about my fursona. The reference picture is mostly for the kinda hairdo crazy thing she's got going on, otherwise it's all in the text.

I'm always looking for good artists who can capture what I'm looking for!


ear with me, it's a lengthy description. :|

Here before you is Widgette. At five foot tall, not including her ears, is an anthromorphic white kitsune vixen. Starting at the top, youll find two triangular ears popping from a mess of white and silver tresses that obviously are quite long, though well groomed and pulled back into a loose pony tail by a black elastic hair wrap. Its thin, but it does the trick of keeping her thick hair away from her slender neck. But first, there are the facial features to note.
Having felt your eyes upon her frame, she tilts her head and rests her large, almond shaped eyes up on you. Ocean washed and as turbulent as a summers storm, they seem to just pierce through you, seeking to find the root of your curiosity, the very reason your gaze lingers just a little too long upon the buxom fox. Shorter locks of silver sweep over her brow and obscure her vision slightly, drawing your attention to the sleek and delicate muzzle that is capped by typical vulpine nose. A jagged black blaze about an inch wide begins at the right side of her lip by that onyx nose and crosses up over her muzzle to creep betwixt her eyes and disappear under that mop of hair. Features are angular and stunning, and she seems to smile in your direction to bare the tips of her canines, pearly and razor sharp. Inviting you to take your chances.
Further down along her bared neck, youll find that alabaster pelt is sleek, clearly ready for the summer months. While its taken care of and thick, its nothing in comparison to her winter pelt. Every line of that throat is easily seen, begging to be caressed or licked to quicken the pulse that thrums at the sweet dip of her collar bone. Dainty shoulders sweep down to toned arms that are proportionate to her frame and end in humanesque hands, each digit capped by manicured black claws. Around each wrist lay a cuff, silver and thick, they seem to have been forged to her with no clasps or hinges. While they're not coming off, they definitely give some room to move, sliding a little up her arm whenever she tucks a stray lock of hair away behind an ear.
Clothing her torso is a simple, deep purple tank top. The cloth is light and airy, but clings to every curve the kitsune has to offer wandering eyes. The neckline dips in a slight V to bare the subtle hint of furred cleavage afforded by voluptuous round tits. If you had to guess, they'd measure in at a C or D cup each easily. Along her shoulders and furrowing her pelt a bit are the straps of both that simple summer like shirt and the straps of a matching bra. Other than that, the style of said under garment is a mystery. Traveling down a little bit further, youll find that her taught abdomen is bared, musculature clear under her sleek snowy fur, but softened by feminine curves. Where her belly button should be is a dip and through the upper portion of that inny is a simple silver hoop piercing that draws the eye.
Around her hips that bell wonderfully from that trim middle, and ride low upon her hips are a pair of cut off shorts. They're well loved and frayed as they should be at the pockets and around the waist and each opening for her legs. Those cutoffs are a little too short and leave just enough to the imagination. Holding them firm about those broad flairs is a belt, brown and worn, the silver buckle is simple in a square design just over the single button of those low riding garments. Still feeling your eyes upon her body, she giggles a melodic tune and practically turns for your inspection, showing off the perfect heart shape of that supple rear and at the tops of each cheek at her lower back rests a dimple. Running down the sweet dip of her spine, you'll find the root of six tails.
You may have to stop and count them at some point because they definitely dont give you an opportunity to from this distance. Each long measure flips and curls, laps and caresses over the other in easy motions. One thing is for certain though, they're long. And when we say long, we mean they are roughly the length of her body and a half. Around the root of those measures is a bow, Black and satin, it seems to hold the masses together in that single spot that rests just over the waist of her jeans. Carrying on, your eyes wander to the toned thighs of her legs that those tails caress and tease against to the knee where they turn digigrade and end in small foot paws. Like her hands, each toe is capped by a black claw that scrapes the earth she prefers to feel rather than shoes. Glancing over her shoulder, the vixen flashes a tiny wink and laughs, fluttering her fingers in a wave. She'll only bite if you bite her first!

Okay, it's been like 5 years since I picked up a pencil. I have vivid ideas rattling around in my head, and while i can manage a little doodle, it's not what I want. I'm having severe issues and I've cussed out my hands and brain for not cooperating together. :|

Okay, so here we go. Not alot to say other than I'm tickled to death to find a few old friends from the days of Secondlife, a few new ones and some very talented artists!

Uh, I thought I had more to write, but apparently not. XD