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[28 Dec 2007|08:01am] |
I don't know what to do anymore. I'm really grateful to Warrick for taking me in, helping me out, but I feel horribly guilty. I still can't really pull my weight and now it's like Warrick has to work even more because I'm there. It's not that I don't want to work, that was never the issue, but with Ecklie's rules on how we get paid and how he keeps hiring new CSI's.... how the hell am I ever supposed to get any work? Maybe I should just quit. I really don't want to, but what are my options?
I've been thinking I should talk to a boss about this, I just don't know which one. I suppose it would be easiest to talk to Warrick, but I already feel so indebted to him that I don't think I can do it. This is Ecklie's fault to begin with, so I really can't go to him, and that only really leaves Grissom. That thought alone just scares the crap out of me. I just don't think I have the abillity to go to him about anything anymore. He always made me nervous, and now, after all that shit with Tim a few months ago, well I can only imagine how horrible he thinks I am. I have to admit it was cool of him to pretend like he was okay with everything that day, but I really just can't believe that's the truth, especially since neither of them talk to me anymore. I just don't know what to do.
Maybe I should just quit.
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| So I finally have a computer to use, and this is what I do... |
[01 Dec 2007|02:33pm] |
 Dear Santa...
Dear Santa,
This year I've been busy!
In April I committed genocide... Sorry about that, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) alexiastranhope (-5000 points). Last Monday I punched lab_techhodges in the arm (-10 points). In March I didn't flush (-1 points). Last Saturday I farted in an elevator (-6 points). Last week bulletgirl1974 and I robbed a bank (-50 points).
Overall, I've been naughty (-5067 points). For Christmas I deserve a lump of coal!
Sincerely,
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[22 Apr 2007|08:30am] |
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I don't know what to do anymore.
I'm working all I can, but there are only so many cases I can work on, and since the majority of the time as a level one, I can't work a case on my own, I'm only getting a portion of the money for a solve. There doesn't seem to be a lot of minor stuff. All the petty theft and such seems to go to the day shift people. I think Ecklie still favours them and all it does is screw me over.
I've been going to work and walking around like everything's fine, but in reality, I'm on the verge of being evicted. I've been looking for some crap part time job just to manage rent, but most places don't like that I tend to have to work overtime at the lab and can never be sure exactly when I can make it in. Not to mention that I wouldn't be sleeping at all. I managed to get something in a music store for a short while, but I kept passing out at the cash register when I was only getting a couple hours of sleep a day. It was making my work for the lab suffer too and that just resulted in even less pay.
I've sold off almost everything I have. I still have my mattress and box spring, a chair my Papa Olaf gave me (that's not going anywhere) my clothes and a couple of cd's. I actually cried when I had to sell my stereo. It was the first thing expensive I bought after I started working at the lab in DNA. The only thing this has done is prolonged the inevitable... and made it easier to move everything into my car when the time comes.
I've started to look at cheeper apartments, but with having to pay firsts and lasts, I still won't be able to cover it. All my savings are gone. Jesus. Fuck you Ecklie, fuck you for cutting hours and hiring more people. I'm going to slip through the cracks and no one's going to notice.
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| Hentai Lesson for Nick |
[17 Feb 2007|03:56am] |
Though I'm posting this for the general amusement of everyone on my friends list, I dedicate this to my good friend Nick. This, Nicky, is a fairly accurate spoof on hentai.
Click at your own risk!
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| Insomnia breeds bad television. |
[11 Feb 2007|05:00am] |
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So I'm up, and I'm bored and sleep seems very unlikely. The horrible movie I was watching to distract myself from the downfall of my social life finally ended and what followed was possibly the funniest televangelist I've ever seen.
Who actually believes that God is going to put a million dollars supernaturally into their bank account? Reverend Peter Popoff does!
And of course, this is what comes to my mind:
( This is necessary. )
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| In memory of what was once a great show. |
[05 Feb 2007|05:19pm] |
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So I'm just sitting around and I randomly turned on a rerun of the Simpsons. It was once my favourite show, but in recent years it's gone massively downhill. I was happy to find that my randomness brought goodness this eve though as they're airing my all time favourite episode. The Springfield Chili Cook-off.
With such classic lines as: I hope I didn't brain my damage, and I heard he carved it by hand, from a bigger spoon.
Oh man. In the almighty words of Comic Book Guy: Best. Episode. Ever!
My favourite line from the episode?
Bart: Is that Dad?
Lisa: Either that or Batman really let himself go.
ahahhaha! I miss when this show was this good.
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| The Screaming Banshee of DOOM! |
[04 Feb 2007|04:32am] |
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Okay, yes I have an online journal, yes I am a geek, but so is anyone else reading this! In your face! So I'm bored, and jacked up on coffee, as per usual, so I thought I would share one of my latest obsessions with you all. Normally I don't go the commercial route, at least for things like this *hugs my chuck taylors* but this amuses me to no end.
In light of me thinking you all are wonderful, I think you all to 'A Screaming Banshee says Thank You.' I would've made it a card, but I couldn't post it on here that way, so you'll just have to enjoy without a personal message right on the card.
http://www.hallmark.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ecard|10001|10051|594417|-102001;11443;127053||P1R4S|ecards
I hope you all look forward to recieving more screaming banshee cards from me, because they will happen. *runs off cackling*
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[01 Dec 2006|09:35pm] |
Who: Lexi
When: After shift
Where: The phone to start.
Greg turns the card over and over again in his hands as he sits on the couch. He doesn't ever remember being so nervous about calling a girl, except maybe back in high school. He flips the card again and finally picks up the phone before putting it down again. He thinks that maybe he wouldn't be so nervous if he didn't feel like he was getting mixed signals. Still, she did give him her number...
"Oh fuck this," he says to his empty apartment and picks up the phone again, dialing before he can stop himself. He holds his breath as the phone starts to ring.
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[22 Nov 2006|08:39pm] |
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Who: Lexi
Where: Greg's Apartment
When: Immediately after leaving the party.
The ride to Greg's apartment is quick and he's once again thankful that he only had one drink and that he doesn't live too far away. He just can't get them back to his place fast enough. He doesn't speak, but he can still feel the connection between them and it doesn't feel ackward at all. They pull up infront of his apartment complex in no time, though it feels like forever.
He turns off the car and gets out, quickly going around to her side to open her door for him. According to Greg's mother, chivalry is not dead and she instilled that deeply in him. Holding out a hand for her, he waits for her to step out with him and closes the door behind her, beeping the automatic locks before leading her into the building.
Once they're in the elevator, he just can't stand the proximity anymore and he pulls her against himself. "Have I told you yet how beautiful you are?" he whispers to her in a near kiss.
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[10 Nov 2006|02:11pm] |
Who: Tim
Where: Outside Ecklie's office
When: Right after the meeting of DOOM.
Greg just stands there for a minute after his confrontation with Ecklie. He feel kind of lost, and it's not a feeling that Greg Sanders is used to. Typically he's confidant and happy in the face of anything (with a few minor exceptions), but this has really thrown him for a loop.
He had thought that he'd finally found the perfect job. As much as he had loved the lab, and the science there, it had bored him and after a certain incident that he didn't much like to think about, claustrophobic. Being out in the field is everything he'd hoped it would be. He gets to combine his love of science with his love of excitement. Now he's scared that all of that is coming to an end. There's simply no way he can live up to Ecklie's standards. If he tries to solve even one case alone, it'd just get thrown out because as a level one he can't work alone and if the case gets thrown out then he really didn't do it alone did he?
"What am I going to do?"
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[28 Oct 2006|02:24pm] |
Community:
Life and Times in Sin City is a CSI: Las Vegas roleplay community. There's much more to life than work so we're here to take a good look inside and out of the Lab and the lives of each memeber that is part of the Las Vegas CSI.
It’s strictly the crew from Vegas with any additional original characters* who’d like to join the fun. The premise is taking up where season 5 left off. –No season 6. Basically all characters should stick to what’s happened on the show up to Grave Danger, but creative licenses may be used to ‘fill in the blanks’ for past seasons too. (ie. Sara may have called Nick at the end of You’ve Got Male. Catherine and Warrick may elaborate on their fabulous dinner from Big Middle)
Each player has complete character control with the exception of killing themselves. Ending a character’s run in the role-play must be approved by admin. The opportunity should be afforded for another person to play rather than ending a character’s existence. Playing the character as close to the personality we’ve seen on the show is preferred yet it is understood that everyone goes through changes. However Warrick suddenly becoming a pimp is not a reasonable change. So let’s keep things believable please. If in doubt, ask in The Break Room. This place is just starting out and there aren't any clique's allowed!
Join?
Feel free to email the Mod at: superfly.csi@gmail.com
Age:
Unfortunately you must be at least 18 years old to play. In the email application, please include a small statement with your age. Thank you!
Characters needed:
At this time we need a few major players. IE: Gil Grissom and Doc Robbins to round out the team so click the image if you'd like more information. Looking forward to meeting anyone new. :)
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[25 Jun 2006|09:28pm] |
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Coffee. Coffee. Coffee!
The black liquid was oozing down into the worn pot as he watched impatiently. Leaning against the cold, harsh counter surface he sighs. Slim fingers rake through the long bangs of his spiky hair, the very tips dyed a garish bright blond, which is the way he likes it. However now, they were starting to grow out. His hair was getting a bit shaggy around the edges and he found that he didn't really hate it.
Already he shook off his LV: CSI vest, draping it over a chair in the break room. Today he was just wearing a simple black buttoned-up shirt and a pair of comfortable slightly over-sized baggy jeans. The first two buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing a tanned throat and a small part of his chest.
Sanders was groaning dramatically. "Why won't you hurry coffee?" Craving caffeine, he needed his high and his temples already began to ache without the drug.
Ironically, even though he was speaking, he couldn't even hear himself. Large padded headphones covered his ears, blasting Mindless Self Indulgence. Kill The Rock. It was a great song and he couldn't help but sway to it even though his annoyance with the cruelty of the coffee machine was rising.
Greg was trying to keep his mind off of things, he had a lot of work to do, piles of it but he needed this 'quiet' time. His nerves were frayed practically rubbed raw. Sometimes he idly wondered if he had made the right choice in switching professions. But those thoughts were quickly brushed aside as he recalled why he needed a change in the first place. More testing, more waiting, more monotony. He didn't know how much longer he could take it.
He adored being the lab rat. He knew everyone thought he was a little off his rocker. One egg short of a dozen but who cares? He was the way he was. Care-free! Besides, he loved the look on Gil's face whenever he made an off-beat comment.
But it was time for a change and Greg went for it, showing the initiative. Dropping a few hints here and there to alert the rest of the team that he was actually interested in becoming a full fledged CSI, he finally made that leap from the lab to the field. And it was horrifyingly exciting experience.. and also humbling. At times he never understood why he was the only one with a sense of humor but after a few days on the job he was finally able to see, to understand. It certainly sobered him up.
The Blue Hawaiian, his special blend, was finally done and Greg had a few moments to sit down and collect himself. That act wasn't performed very often when he was in the lab.. he had plenty to do and when he wasn't working hard, he enjoyed playing around. But now? Now he just wanted to relax while he could.
So here he was, Greg Hojem Sanders; CSI. Not a rock star.
Yet.
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[25 Jun 2006|04:34pm] |
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Coffee.
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