A little background story: Some time in early march I was in school, awaiting my massive paycheck for working throughout Spring Break at FedEx Ground. Shortly after receiving the check, I got a call from my little brother (also a FedEx employee) saying that my manager had let me go due to the new casual employee policy and required me to re-apply. This meant I was not only ineligible for tuition reimbursement, but also that I wouldn't be able to resume work as soon as I got back for the summer. Right after I graduated, I went in and reapplied, chuckling at the fact that my original application from 2004 was still in the FedEx application database. I modified it with the fact that I had worked for them for nearly 4 years before being turned loose.
They called me back for an interview. When I was first employed there, an interview meant an appointment for them to tell you when you could start and what your shift and pay rate would be; a certain guarantee of quick employment. But this time, being that they're slowing down their operations, it meant a series of questions not unlike a typical competitive interview, followed by "we'll call you." That was three weeks ago.
I was so excited to get working this summer, to get my life started, even if it meant just sorting packages in the sweltering heat for a few months while I turned in resumes for accounting positions. Lo and behold, I was denied even that sort of employment, and for the past month I have been doing NOTHING but turning in occasional applications and doing sketches that I am unable to scan.
Last week I was offered a job with Bankers Life & Casualty as an insurance agent. It's 100% commissions, no guarantee to actually earn anything, and it costs over $200 for training, but I am just so bored and hopeful that I accepted the position. My parents are willing to lend me the costs for training, which I start tomorrow. I am so nervous, and this job is completely out of my area >< But just this morning, I finally got a call from FedEx. I told them I was still interested (since BLC's unpaid training period lasts for nearly a month) and guess what? I start on monday!
I am so insanely grateful. If anyone, ANYONE out there needs some financial help, I may be able to toss in some dough as early as June 19!
I love you all!
Peace 'n wuff,
~Lyko
I still can't believe what my college did to me. They freaking gave me a bachelors in business administration! How??? I hardly feel like I earned it. Granted, I didn't exactly do great, I think my GPA's about a 2.9, but wow. I even got an award for service to Students in Free Enterprise, I'm hoping it compensate for the GPA.
Last night was full of jolly good win. Suffice it to say, I finally got my roommate and his hometown friend, my little brother, my ex and 2 other furry friends of mine to meet, and they all got along great. Movie, video games, late night diner run and sleepover, and then my parents got to meet them all the following morning, followed by another diner run for breakfast before commencement!
Phew. No job offers yet (figures...) but i'm still crazy stoked.
Peace 'n wuff ^^
For Easter, neighbors give church a story of good will
The theft smoothed the way for the Rev. Kevin Thompson to write his Easter homily. Or rather, it was what happened after the theft.
A woman taking a shortcut on April 2 spied the broken ground-level windows at St. Francis of Assisi Church and called police. Before long, Father Kevin, as he is known in the Roman Catholic parish, learned thieves had slipped through the smashed windows into the basement, snapped off a handle securing a chain on a freezer door, and stolen about 10 turkeys and eight hams earmarked for the annual Easter dinner the church serves to the needy.
The thieves also broke through two inside basement doors and raided the food pantry before climbing the stairs to steal an amplifier from the choir and rip the sound system from the wall of the sacristy. Along the way, they battered more doors, leaving shattered wood and broken doorknobs in their wake. The only door that survived their blows opened into a closet where the church stored its sacramental wine.
Father Kevin said police suspect the thieves were drug addicts looking for items to sell for their next high.
St. Francis is known in Harrisburg's Allison Hill community as a place where people can turn for help. The church runs a soup kitchen Monday through Saturday where the hungry can eat -- no questions asked. Three times a year, at Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas, the soup kitchen takes on a more festive feel as volunteers serve holiday meals restaurant-style.
The church also sponsors a Saturday morning food pantry and doles out money for overdue utility bills, prescription medicines and rent with an emergency fund supported by a monthly collection at St. Elizabeth Ann Seton Church in Mechanicsburg.
To steal from such a place seemed particularly cruel.
On April 3, WHTM-TV ran a story on the break-in. The telephone began ringing at St. Francis after the 5 p.m. newscast. After the 6 p.m. news, the voice mail storage on the telephone filled.
An overwhelmed Father Kevin called a few members of the parish and asked them to come to the church the next day to deal with a steady stream of people who pulled up with hams, turkeys and monetary donations.
They brought so much, "we had to call parishioners; we ran out of freezer space," Father Kevin said. One room in the church office became a storage facility for Easter baskets brimming with traditional sweet treats, donated by St. Margaret Mary Parish in Penbrook. They were to be distributed Saturday during the dinner, where about 250 guests were expected to dine in fine style on the donated food.
Among the callers were ministers from many denominations offering support, both spiritual and monetary.
"All of the ugliness, the disappointment, the discouragement that I was feeling after the break-in, wow, that just disappeared," Father Kevin said.
Those of us who work in the news business sometimes don't realize the impact our words and pictures can carry. But occasionally a story takes root and grows into something beautiful.
"When you let people know, they want to help," said Dennis Fisher, the news director at Channel 27. Fisher said newscaster Flora Posteraro learned about the break-in and brought the story to the station. But the credit for the response, he said, belongs not with ABC27, but with the community, which, like the rest of the country, is weathering a rocky economic climate.
"The tougher the times, the more they want to give," he said.
The effect of tough times and crime in the Allison Hill neighborhood that is home to St. Francis demands changes. After items were stolen from the food pantry in a burglary a year ago, Father Kevin thought locked windows and padlocks on the interior doors would offer protection from another assault.
This latest burglary has proved him wrong. Now, the Knights of Columbus have come forward with a plan for a security system, and some of the money donated this Holy Week will be used to support their effort to ward off intruders.
But this Easter morning, Father Kevin intends to share a story of love and good will with his parishioners. "To see God working in this way, all my negative feelings have disappeared," he said.
Happy Easter, Folks!
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He's not going to end up in jail or disappear like he said, but I really can't blame him for the negativity. Prayers are welcome.
Haven't felt much like updating my LJ lately, not cuz I haven't felt like talking, but because I hate writing! Ah well, here I am.
Sooooo... Matt's back living with his dad, thank God. He still doesn't have a job. He had to be in Kutztown for a court date last Wednesday, which happened to have been the 6th aniversary of my finding the furry scene (yeah, i remember the exact date O.o). That was just a crazy story in itself, the court date... Tuesday night I drove up to his place in NJ, stayed the night since I didn't feel like making the round trip in one evening, got up early and took him back to town, got back just in time for class. After class we found out the courthouse wasn't the one in Kutztown, but rather the one in Fleetwood 9 miles south of here. took him there, waited around for an hour, found a place that sold some awesome chilli, then he calls me from the court house. They had him in custody for some reason and needed $50 for collateral until the next court date. He was broke, as was I, EXCEPT for the $60 I had hidden in my wallet reserved for my monthly tithe! Phew. Well, tithes mostly go to the poor, so in my humble oppinion, the bunny here was an eligible recipient. Thank God for that bit of providence O.o So from there we headed south to Colins, since Matt wanted to see his beau (oh, and they're engaged now! Matt proposed on Newyears Eve, it was so epic!) I spent the evening and the night at Colin's place in Media, got weirded out the whole time but oh well, I expect that kind of thing from them. Matt got a ride from there back home via train, i got back to school, we all went home happy, and I got a grand total of ZERO homework done! Suppose it was worth it, tho.
Phew, so much going on. School's a pain, the bookstore screwed me twice by recommending the wrong textbooks, which i proceeded to order internationally, and now I can't sell 'em to anyone. And one of 'em's still in the mail, since I missed the delivery the first time and freakin DHL won't give out the number to their local hubs. They tried to send the miserable thing back to Thailand!
Also it's my last semester before I graduate and I'm mega stoked, but also mega stressed. My mom keeps insisting that I should be excited that school's almost over FOR GOOD, but I'm not! I'm scared! I'm so used to the college lifestyle, yet I still feel like a freshman O.o It's almost enough to make me start looking for a grad school (which isn't part of my career plan at all) just so I can have another year of educational 'ease.'
With a little luck, me and Colin and Matt might be moving in together once I get a real white-collar job. That in itself is a mixed blessing; I like them both but they're just so out of my league. Well, hoping for the best.
And if you think that's alot of intel for one post, I'm not even gonna get started on all I've been doing for SIFE! Just to give you a hint, yesterday I had a conference call with the Vice President of Consumer Affairs of Hershey Foods, and tomorrow I might be interviewing the president of Klee Enterprises, whatever the heck that is. Bwaaah, I don't even know!
Peace 'n wuff.
Catch ya later :)
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anxious
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/lyk
wonder how this is gonna turn out...
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excited
I had fairly strong convictions. These last few months (and these last few years, for that matter) rendered me fairly certain and confident of my decision. I knew what i expected, nay, demanded of our Commander in Chief. I knew that I could make a difference. But the last few nights, the media events of the last mere 72 hours, made me doubt. They filled my head with uncertainty and fear. The emotionally charged and often slanderous media coverage did what it was designed to, and ultimately, i regret to say, swayed me from my previous decision and compelled me to re-evaluate.
So...

I VOTED FOR BOB BARR! i broke america
Some time last week one of my roommates decided that Matt's residence here was too risky, as it violates the terms of our lease. It's most likely because he simply doesn't like Matt, but what can I do about it... We got him moved out and spent the weekend at Colin's house, with the goal of appealing to Colin's parents to let him stay there. a fun weekend, but ultimately unsuccessful. They opted to play video games and snuggle and go shopping all weekend, until on Saturday when they finally realized that something had to be done. Suffice it to say, last night Matt ended up back in Kutztown with me, without the option of staying here >< While we can let him crash here occasionaly, he's more or less forced to hop around town staying with different friends on different nights. Last night he slept in someone's car. Most of his belongings are in my car, and I just made a copy of the key and gave it to him in case he ever needs to get into my car for whatever reason (as long as he doesn't drive it... i trust him enough tho)
It's interesting having a homeless friend and being able to help out here and there... but I really wish i could do more. I suppose only time will tell.
My ex's new beau got pseudo-kicked out of his house a few months ago. After some mediation we made arrangements for him to live with me at my off-campus apartment.
So last weekend Colin and his bunny Matt made a trip to Colin's beach house in Brigantine, NJ. I tagged along with two of my new fur friends from school. Furry Beach Weekend, whoo!
I found Matt to be a cool, although a little overwhelming. He's got a lot to say (or rather, a little to say about alot of things) and my friends Levi and Tim were a bit put off by it.
So he finally got settled in last night. Surprisingly he gets along very well with my relatively white-bread flatmates. And although I don't approve of some of his ways, the bunny seems even more agreeable now that I've gotten to know him out of the context of Colin's main squeeze.
Everything is cool. But my college furry buddies seem skeptical of him. I'm trying to argue in Matt's favor, but I suppose first impressions say alot...
The irony of it all. I finally get some fandom friends in close proximity that I can really open up to, and there's already a rift developing. I really hope nothing becomes of it... maybe we won't be a truly close-knit group, but I hope we can at least get some solidarity. I'm praying for the wisdom to mediate, because there's really no reason to put a wedge into friendship over this.
Ahhh.... I needed that. Happy Sunday ^^
Peace and wuff,
~Lyko James
I had opted to try the new strawberry cream toothpaste, and it was decent (which is saying alot; that gritty professional toothpaste dentists use is typically ghastly ><). Now they say that the senses of smell and taste are more strongly tied to memory than any other senses, everyone knows that. But I was rather surprised at what memory it evoked.
In the summer of 2003, my life was a wide-open book. Granted I was pretty stupid and naive, but it was still a great year of my life. For me it was the Summer of Furry, and although I was to afraid to ask for permission to attend AC, I did manage to go to Otakon for the very first time. My ex-girlfriend had talked alot about the previous cons, and as this summer fell in the midst of my anime phase, I was totally stoked.
It was my first exposure to asian pop culture and the geek subculture in general. It was also the weekend that I met up with Jarrell Woods on saturday afternoon for dinner and a good long chat about life. I even remember what we had: tuna avocado rolls and broccoli salad at a sushi bar called Kawasaki. It seems silly, but that casual and social weekend may have been the best weekend of my life.
And all because it was also my introduction to Strawberry Pocky, the whole wonderful memory was stirred up by a smidgeon of toothpaste in a dentist's office.
I can only hope that the years ahead of me will offer me equally happy memories to treasure.
I'd love to see a cartoon of that or something. Shaggy dogboy shaking dry and stumbling around all dizzy and awkward. Cutely embarrassing.
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silly
I woke up early and ended up accompanying my little brother and some of his friends all the way to Baltimore to stock up on quality sushi fixings. That was an interesting odyssey, but nothing too out of the ordinary. It was the little things that followed that made this day stand out in my memory.
Now I've been reviving my Christian faith over the last few weeks, and Saturday is the penance day at our church. I haven't had a formal confession in almost 8 years so I made the decision to get one in. But first I found myself at home with nothing to do for 2 hours. My dad was home, and as I'd been feeling a little edgy about my recent changes, I sat down and had a real heart-to-heart with him.
We discussed religion for a bit. Now, my dad is a believer, however he's not very keen on following the Bible to the letter. He offered me some insights, and just the fact that he cared was very comforting to me. I told him my decision to try to go straight. Now I may never be a full heterosexual by nature, but I think I have a pretty good shot at being one by choice. My dad, who had scarcely talked to me on the matter, was overjoyed... He didn't really show it, but he said so, and I knew he meant it.
We have made connection.
The conversation went so well that I went right on to describe my furry situation to him. Now this is something I've never once made an effort to explain to him. But to my surprise, he took it well. I feel that now that I'm more secure in my faith, i can be more secure in the fandom as well. Things seem to have come full circle for ol' Lyko. But as the zen master said, "We shall see."
I went to confession and poured my heart out, struggling to remember the details of my last 5 or so years of selfish folly. Then I touched on an area of concern. I was troubled that part of the Gospel was telling me to abandon my pagan/agnostic friends. Father McFadden said no; "You have to be patient with yourself and with others, and be a sort of leaven in their lives, using a positive attitude to inspire, without pushing them away." What a relief... my friends are one of the most important parts of my life right now! A real weight lifted from my shoulders to hear that.
And after all that, the sushi was great :)
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rejuvenated

