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Messing Around


I was completely shocked when I first began to dig into historical accounts of Giants and Dragons in an older wing of my university’s library. I had a 5000 word essay due regarding fact versus fiction with mythological creatures over the last 1500 years.
Needless to say, it was a massive chunk of history to sum up in just so few words. I had hoped to get the bulk of my information from the university’s library first, and then follow up with the remainder of my sources in local newspapers and the town’s library and museum (which dubiously claimed to have remains of a pot that belonged to a Giant).

Making my way to the index, I began searching titles of books that might help me along my way, but my interest was attracted to a pair of young men laughing quietly at a table very near the section I was headed to rummage shortly. They were skimming over a pair of books, and laughing! Twice the librarian hushed them, and they both apologized. I was curious, as I recognized the darker brunette from my own history class. The other one, I had seen him in my literature class, looking rather bored four seats over, practically face-planted on his desk. Although I couldn’t hear what they were saying, it was obvious they found the books hilarious.

I made note of several titles that I needed to browse, and began my search immediately. I only had two weeks to get it done, and I was determined to finish it before the deadline to get extra credit. My writing skills were not the best, so any extra points I could score would be extremely helpful. I began browsing, making notes numbers, authors, and annotations, everything that I could possibly use. Before I knew it, four hours had gone by and a quiet sound of a throat clearing nearly gave me a heart attack. I looked up, not expecting to see the brunette with midnight eyes.

“Hello?”

“Good afternoon. Markus and I were wondering if you wanted to join us for lunch…Peter,
isn’t it? We have the same history class I believe.”

“Oh! Yes, we do. Thank you for the invitation…?” I felt awful for not knowing his name.
“Harold. Harold Rashen.” He smiled warmly, not offended at all.

He helped me put away the remaining books, having gleaned all that I could before lunch. I was shocked, he and Markus seemed surprisingly open and welcoming to a total stranger. It was that same day that I learned that Markus was attending part time, and Harold was more or less forced into school at his parents’ demands. It was that or military school, he told me.

Both were odd ducks, and that suited me just fine.

~~~~~~~~

Weeks later we had become very good friends, a very pleasant surprise indeed. I learned how to use a hookah correctly from Harold, who when terribly bored was not opposed to alternate recreational activities. Markus was a bit more responsible, but did not refrain from a few hauls every now and again.

Both of them enjoyed tossing around conspiracy theories, and throwing in myths from what we had learned only made them juicier. Markus’ favorites involved Giants and Genies or Djinn, while Harold happily tossed in Greek deities and Dragons. I had no idea what to make of any of their theories, as some seemed plausible, but others were just plain nuts.

Imagine my surprise on a sunny afternoon with the hookah when Markus sneezed and the bed broke. It seemed like he literally doubled in size after sneezing for a minute, then shook his head and was suddenly human-sized again. Harold roared laughing and took another haul.

I chalked it up to smoking far, far too much that afternoon. I was starting to see things…

The next morning, the bed wasn’t broken, so it couldn’t have happened after all.

~~~~~~~~~

The end of the semester was a bittersweet parting; Markus had to drop out due to family obligations, and Harold it seemed was being yanked out for military school after all. (His family had somehow heard of his rampant recreational activity…) I continued on with my education for several more years, and then completed my residency. Finally I began m career as an emergency room doctor.  I kept in contact with Harold and Markus through letters and the occasional phone call they would make.

My entire life changed the day I got a phone call from my pregnant wife that Harold was at the house and asking when I would be home. Needless to say I hurried home, eager to see my friend. I was shocked… Harold did not look a day older than the last time I had seen him years ago.

Literally there were no changes in his face or body, other than he had put on muscle mass and he needed a hair cut soon.

“Hello Peter, long time no see hmm?” Even his voice was the same.

“Hi Harold, how are you? It’s so good to see you!” I could not help but smile warmly.

“I am quite well. I actually wanted to offer you a job… you are a bright young man and I think you would pick it up quickly.” A lopsided smile as he sipped his tea and waited for my response.

“A job? Family business needs a new employee in the medical field?” I was surprised to say the least.

“Oh, something like that. Remember that day we were in your dorm and Markus broke the bed?”

“…That was a hallucination.”

“Nope. I fixed the bed while you were asleep, because I laced your coffee with an herbal sedative.”

I blinked, totally shocked.

Not a hallucination?

“You…you fucker. You laughed at me for freaking out!”

“Welcome to the team, Doc. Oh, and my name isn’t Harold. It’s Shen.”
Messing Around
Warning! Recreational drug use mentioned!

In which we find out that a young Dr. Peter Smith indeed had fun with some Big Critters in university and never realized it too well until years down the road when Shen came back knocking on his door in person.

All chars belong to me, Shadowknife7.
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Yikes! by Shadowknife7
Yikes!
We've had a huge amount of snow in my city in the last week... the piles outside of my building's door are literally above my head! We are forecasted to have more tomorrow night and the next day... and saturday! Damned Snow! :faint: 
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  • Mood: Unheard
  • Listening to: Cat
  • Reading: My screen
  • Watching: Nothing
  • Playing: ROLE!
  • Eating: No idea yet
  • Drinking: Coffee
I am totally and completely stumped as to what to do with my job right now.

I was promised to become the supervisor, complete my sanitation certification through the company and be promoted. That was supposed to happen last month at the very latest.

I am kind of in the boat of no matter what I do, I'm damned.

I am getting blamed for the stuff other people do. I am the only person getting told off on almost a daily basis. Why? I'm doing my job. I'm the ONLY one that is always doing their job and doesn't stop.

Hell, I do the jobs nobody else wants to do, and I volunteer to do them!

Who wants to defrost a freezer? Nobody. That's who. That's why it was me that did two in one day.

What I think is the most frustrating part is the fact that if I go to the manager about the problems, she looks at me like I'm a troublemaker and then completely shuts me down. She doesn't want to hear any of it. But when I DON'T say a damn word and keep to myself, SHE GETS PISSED OFF AT ME!

I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't.

Today we decided to flush half of the machine at three in the afternoon, so we would be halfway done for when we closed the store. The manager comes up from her break and asks me, "Do we still have chocolate ice cream?".

She could CLEARLY see the red bucket out there for flushing, the machine turned to "clean", and the fact the hose was uncovered and there was water in it. So I responded, "I'm sorry, but not it's started to flush."

"NO! IT'S WAY TOO EARLY FOR THAT!"

She bloody YELLED at me for no fucking reason!

She did not TELL me EVER that three pm was too early! NEVER!

She then went over to tell my co-worker not to flush it at three pm anymore. Calmly, politely.

I get the fucking shaft of being screamed at, she gets NOTHING. And then I find out from my co-worker that the owner of the store is watching the cameras right now, so that's probably why she was upset.

That still doesn't make it okay for her to fucking yell at me and not apologize. She didn't explain to me the owner was watching.

She treated me like I didn't fucking exist all day.

I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING BESIDES WHAT MY JOB SPECIFICALLY SAYS FOR ME TO DO!

I'm just so angry. Another job where assholes have dangled shit in front of me, I'm always the person to blame, and by all means, don't be afraid to yell at me.

I can't take this shit anymore.

I have tried talking to the manager, but it isn't doing any good. I have no contact information for the owner, and that won't do any good anyways. I can't just quit, as I do not have another job lined up.

So right now, I'm stuck getting screamed at for shit that isn't even my fault every single day. I'm tired of it.
  • Mood: Sentimental
  • Listening to: X-Men
  • Reading: My screen
  • Watching: X-Men movie
  • Playing: ROLE!
  • Eating: Crackers and cream cheese
  • Drinking: Honeyed green tea
Wishing EVERYONE a very HAPPY NEW YEAR!

2014 was a year of very big ups and downs for me. I am happy that we have now moved into 2015... I know it's not truly a fresh start, but at least the numbers on the calendar say it is!

I've never made a real new year's resolution before now, due to feeling like I would never ever accomplish it. I also didn't like the fact that if you asked five people their resolution... at least three of them had the same goal. Weight loss.

As far as I'm concerned, if you are at a healthy state, why do the numbers on the scale matter so strongly? Not advocating weighing an enormous number, but not going into the deplorable fat-shaming either! I'm a lady that is very much in between all the sizes in the average store. There are many retailers I don't even bother walking into because of the looks I get, and the fact that they do not sell clothing to people of my body type. I get frustrated shopping in one store in particular because I have to go into their "plus size" section... Since when did an average person become suddenly plus-sized?

In any case, this year I have made a resolution! I am going to craft for at least an hour per day, five days per week. I can have two rest days per week if I want to, but I am going to be doing things that I love in a "mandatory" fashion. It is my hope that not only will this encourage me to do things that I love, but also to help me build up some stock so I can sell it to make "capital" for starting my own business.

Yes, you read that right.

I am going to be starting my own business.

2014 brought a lot of personal issues to my attention...One of which being that I am so accustomed to being screeched at by fellow workers and employers (because they felt like it to due to me doing MY JOB or having things going on in their own lives and wanted a scapegoat), that I honestly have a hard time not reacting in a strong way in normal situations. Yesterday my manager and I had a little tiff and I straight out asked her if she was sending me home for the day or just letting me go completely. There is more to that story, but it's not necessary to put it down right here, right now. Needless to say she didn't do either, as I worked my full shift and wandered home.

My hope is that crafting will help me calm down the way it always used to. I love to spend hours doing cross stitch, crocheting, embroidering... Making tiny critters from bits and scraps of supplies. The problem is that I haven't done it in so long that I almost fell OUT of love with it. It was bothersome and a chore... But now that I'm back and desiring to do so...

Looking forward to devoting hours to making things again.

I've been away from myself for too long.

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Anna Cefiro
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  • Mood: Unheard
  • Listening to: Cat
  • Reading: My screen
  • Watching: Nothing
  • Playing: ROLE!
  • Eating: No idea yet
  • Drinking: Coffee
I am totally and completely stumped as to what to do with my job right now.

I was promised to become the supervisor, complete my sanitation certification through the company and be promoted. That was supposed to happen last month at the very latest.

I am kind of in the boat of no matter what I do, I'm damned.

I am getting blamed for the stuff other people do. I am the only person getting told off on almost a daily basis. Why? I'm doing my job. I'm the ONLY one that is always doing their job and doesn't stop.

Hell, I do the jobs nobody else wants to do, and I volunteer to do them!

Who wants to defrost a freezer? Nobody. That's who. That's why it was me that did two in one day.

What I think is the most frustrating part is the fact that if I go to the manager about the problems, she looks at me like I'm a troublemaker and then completely shuts me down. She doesn't want to hear any of it. But when I DON'T say a damn word and keep to myself, SHE GETS PISSED OFF AT ME!

I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't.

Today we decided to flush half of the machine at three in the afternoon, so we would be halfway done for when we closed the store. The manager comes up from her break and asks me, "Do we still have chocolate ice cream?".

She could CLEARLY see the red bucket out there for flushing, the machine turned to "clean", and the fact the hose was uncovered and there was water in it. So I responded, "I'm sorry, but not it's started to flush."

"NO! IT'S WAY TOO EARLY FOR THAT!"

She bloody YELLED at me for no fucking reason!

She did not TELL me EVER that three pm was too early! NEVER!

She then went over to tell my co-worker not to flush it at three pm anymore. Calmly, politely.

I get the fucking shaft of being screamed at, she gets NOTHING. And then I find out from my co-worker that the owner of the store is watching the cameras right now, so that's probably why she was upset.

That still doesn't make it okay for her to fucking yell at me and not apologize. She didn't explain to me the owner was watching.

She treated me like I didn't fucking exist all day.

I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING BESIDES WHAT MY JOB SPECIFICALLY SAYS FOR ME TO DO!

I'm just so angry. Another job where assholes have dangled shit in front of me, I'm always the person to blame, and by all means, don't be afraid to yell at me.

I can't take this shit anymore.

I have tried talking to the manager, but it isn't doing any good. I have no contact information for the owner, and that won't do any good anyways. I can't just quit, as I do not have another job lined up.

So right now, I'm stuck getting screamed at for shit that isn't even my fault every single day. I'm tired of it.

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