F is for ‘framboise’, as well as ‘flaming’.

1 03 2010

Holy crap, it’s a consecutive post! I’ll try to update- gotta justify the existence of this blog somehow.

Today coulda gone better sales-wise. IDK what I’m doing wrong. James (ASM) is trying to get me to be a little more sociable- asking customers about the weather and such. Just not really my thing. I’m sure I’ll hit my stride. I just don’t think the poor man is used to dealing with the mentally ill on a recurring basis.

He wore a pink shirt to work today, so of course I hassled him a bit. His argument was that it wasn’t pink. It was RASPBERRY. Yeah, because raspberry is so much more manly than pink.  (No offense if you’re reading this, James, but pink raspberry doesn’t flatter you in the least. Seriously. And I could’ve been a lot less charitable- most guys would’ve been asked if they’d lost a bet at the very least.)

Scheduled off tomorrow. Going in anyway (early!) to work on markdowns b/c my hours got cut liek whoa.





Stuff. Yeah.

28 02 2010

IDK what to say beyond how stressed I’m feeling right now.

I broke up with Eric. He’s been in RI since May. I don’t know if or when he’s coming back.

My job is insane. My numbers are lousy, I’m in trouble for stuff constantly and I’m about to plotz from the stress of it all. I feel incompetent, poorly socialized and, to boot, really unattractive.





Susan E. Hunt 10/28/1956 – 12/04/1997

5 12 2009

Today marks the 12th anniversary of my mom’s passing. I so very rarely talk about this (without being prompted) although I’m finding myself saying things like ‘Oh, my mom would totally love this!’ Usually at work, too. Who knows what people think about that- I’m the crazy chick who’s always referring to her mom’s personal taste.

But I digress. I have a hard time going into the details of my mother’s passing. Mostly because I don’t really know what to say. It all seems so maudlin really.

Growing up, it was just me, my brother and our mom. We were pretty tightly knit. Granted, we didn’t always see eye to eye but I knew she had my back.

Anyway, she died pretty suddenly. Actually, I should elaborate: she fell into a coma suddenly and was hooked up to machines for 3 weeks while the doctors ran tests to determine whether or not she would ever resurface, let alone function.

I don’t remember a lot about those 3 weeks. I’ve probably blocked much of it. I remember feeling dazed and under a lot of pressure- at first to rally around my mom and then to make the decision to take her off the machines and other treatments that were keeping her alive. Her brain was severely damaged; she was able to breathe on her own and that’s honestly about it. Her heart kept seizing up and her kidneys had failed. She had never regained consciousness and according to the battery of tests she wasn’t going to.

I almost missed her last moments. I’d gone to the cafeteria for dinner and when I came back up to the floor her room was on, I was met by various family members, panicked because I wasn’t there when it was readily apparent that she was dying.

I don’t remember the exact moment of her passing. I remember being alone with her after though. I felt like I was supposed to weep uncontrollably but I couldn’t feel anything but a twinge of guilt through the numbness.

Instead, I’m feeling it all now, I guess. Sometimes, at random, a song will come on the radio or I’ll hear a woman who sounds like her and I’ll just lose it. As in lock myself in a closet/backroom/wherever and just bawl my eyes out.

I’m sorry. I thought this would be more eloquent, as opposed to just being disjointed, overly-emotional ramblings that will land me on someone’s STFU blog.  I’m not interested in anyone’s pity- I’m well aware that lots of people have gone through so much worse.  Meh. This still looks like a cry for attention and/or pity. Not my intention.

*sigh*





12/04/2009

5 12 2009

So much for updating this thing every week. 😛 Well, who’s surprised? For those of you who aren’t aware of this factoid, I have ADHD worse than Glenn Beck does.

A lot’s been going on though. I FINALLY got a job. I’m working in the Home department at Dillard’s @ Quail Springs Mall. It is hands down one of the best jobs I’ve ever had. Granted, my feet ache almost perpetually, but that’ll improve as I get used to being on them so much. I’m typically in the bedding/bath wares section. The stuff we have is amazing. Pricey, but fantastic.

The people I work with are all in all a great bunch. My boss is probably one of the most relentlessly positive people on the planet. I mean, genuinely positive. If he weren’t absolutely sincere he’d probably be annoying. But I like working for him- he’s competent and he’s really good about handing out constructive criticism. My coworkers are mostly women between the ages of college-age and later parenthood. Our one guy (well, occasional guy) is, what, 22? Anyway, they all make it a point to help me out when I have difficulty.

In other news, my brother has decided to stop drinking. He’s been sober for about 2 months now. It took him a while to adjust but he’s doing okay now. He was in the pit orchestra for the Pollard’s production of ‘Rent’ in October. Now he teaches and is doing a podcast with his bestie. I might link to it, but I’ll tell you right now it’s loaded with vile, crude material.

Anybody want to remind me to update this more often?





9/21/2009

21 09 2009

My goal is to update this at least once a week. That seems reasonable, right? Also, I’m gonna keep it untopical. (Which I know isn’t a word but screw it.)

Let’s see. The job hunt has been somewhat eventful- I’ve had a few bites (and a couple of interviews) but absolutely nothing beyond that. Meh. I mustn’t let that discourage me though. It’s officially been over a year since I’ve had formal employment. I need something soon.

Had lunch with a friend of my mom’s yesterday. Actually, Debbie was my mom’s best friend for many, many years. She and her kids were pretty much like family to us. It was great seeing her again. I hadn’t seen her since Mom’s funeral, and that was nearly 12 years ago.

Still miss Eric. Duh. Won’t stop missing him until he’s back home.We’ve been discussing pets. He wants a pair of sugar gliders. They seem pretty interesting and he assures me he’ll be the one taking on the nasty end of the work. As long as they’re compatible with the cat that I’m gonna be adopting from PetSmart. Because it’s gonna happen.

This week marks the first week of 40 Days for Life. I’m fasting and praying for the rights of the unborn- a group that have virtually no rights in this country. If my mother hadn’t known she was pregnant with me, there’s no telling if I would’ve been born or not. So I think it’s my duty as a Catholic and as a compassionate human being to pray for these children, and to pray for these mothers so that they choose life for their children.





9/12/2009

13 09 2009

Good grief, only 3 weeks until my birthday. I’ll be 34. :-O

Sad thing is that it’s becoming less and less likely that my boyfriend, Eric, is gonna be back here for it. He’s been in Rhode Island since June. I’m trying to be patient. He went back there because his dad had surgery and he wanted to be with his family. But it’s wearing on me. I’ve been with this guy for 9 months now, but 3 of that has been spent 1500 miles apart.

It’s pitiful how badly I’m pining for him. It’s honestly like a part of me is gone with him. Which is illogical. I am not one of those women whose lives center on a guy. But here I am, ostensibly getting on with the business of my life, but a voice inside of head is wailing “I MIIIISSSSSS HIIIIIIIMMMMMM!!!!!! OMGWTF I DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN GO ON LIKE THIS WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”

Seriously, what have I gotten myself into? Once again I’m in love and I’m not sure I like it.

In other news, I had a good job interview yesterday. Macy’s. Ladies shoes. *fingers crossed*





Yet another f’ing blog

11 09 2009

My name is Anastasia Hunt, and I’m a blog addict.

I’ve had a blog of one sort or another since 1997. I’ve had more than one going since 2003. I’d have to say I have…

… I really have to think about this now.

I have a LiveJournal, two Blogger accounts, a Xanga, two GreatestJournals, and another WordPress. I don’t remember the passwords to any of the GJ’s, I think I may have closed the Xanga, and I almost never write enough fiction to post to my fiction journal. As for my other blog, Fear of a Catholic Planet, well, I guess I’ve learned my lesson about writing a topical blog. It became more about my personal life, which I think may have run off my readership.

So, hopefully, I’ll have learned from my mistakes. I’m planning to start anew with this one. It’s all about me, baby. If you’re interested, great. If not, then move on.