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- holy water
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- 3 Crazy Dogs
- They forgot to tell me it rained up here
- Hello from the NW
- Greener pastures
- "You're so beautiful, you could be a part-time mod...
- What's your 20?
- Fast is over!!
- Fast is Slow
- Is anybody out there?
- The Windy City
- Photos from the flood
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Wednesday, December 19, 2007
They forgot to tell me it rained up here
So, we've been having some crazy weather... as a lot of the other parts of the country have had, I know. The thing is, I come from the desert and I have yet to understand what this cold, wet stuff is falling from the sky in sheets is. Anybody have any ideas? Apparently it causes people to drive ridiculously and without any defense whatsoever... I'm going to google this phenomenon and see what I come up with.
On another note... apparently the meth problem in this area of the country is out of control. I actually read the other day that legislation that banned the sale of cold and allergy medicines to just any Joe Blow without signing something (or something) has actually increased the amount of meth sold/used here. Nice going. Now the Mexican mafia has a hold on yet another drug market. What's up with that? Billy Joe Bob and Bubba Jean just don't have the smarts necessary to cook it up and sell it off... they end up smokin' the stash or blowing themselves up.
There was a story in the paper from my neighboring community where a man, just admitted into the training program for a local police department, was practicing taking apart his gun (albeit not one issued by PD yet) and "accidentally" shot his wife in the stomach. Talk about bad timing. I'm not discounting the story or anything... but I'd say his chances of making "Model student" status are all but shot (no pun intended).
And finally, I've made my way around the city of Portland, though I've barely even scratched the surface here. There are some fantastic places, some great eateries, some cool ass stores, and some crazy bars... neither rain nor rain nor rain keeps people inside at home. I need to get used to that and stop thinking of it as "cozy, stay at home on the couch and watch a movie weather" otherwise I'm destined to be a hermit for the entire expanse of winter!
And that folks, is all for now.
On another note... apparently the meth problem in this area of the country is out of control. I actually read the other day that legislation that banned the sale of cold and allergy medicines to just any Joe Blow without signing something (or something) has actually increased the amount of meth sold/used here. Nice going. Now the Mexican mafia has a hold on yet another drug market. What's up with that? Billy Joe Bob and Bubba Jean just don't have the smarts necessary to cook it up and sell it off... they end up smokin' the stash or blowing themselves up.
There was a story in the paper from my neighboring community where a man, just admitted into the training program for a local police department, was practicing taking apart his gun (albeit not one issued by PD yet) and "accidentally" shot his wife in the stomach. Talk about bad timing. I'm not discounting the story or anything... but I'd say his chances of making "Model student" status are all but shot (no pun intended).
And finally, I've made my way around the city of Portland, though I've barely even scratched the surface here. There are some fantastic places, some great eateries, some cool ass stores, and some crazy bars... neither rain nor rain nor rain keeps people inside at home. I need to get used to that and stop thinking of it as "cozy, stay at home on the couch and watch a movie weather" otherwise I'm destined to be a hermit for the entire expanse of winter!
And that folks, is all for now.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Hello from the NW
SO, if there is anyone out there... and if they happen to think about reading this ever again... I am in Oregon and settled and loving every second of it! It's fantastic up here and can't think of a better choice I could have made! Anyway... wanted to give a shout out to the blogosphere and see if anyone shouts back. Hope all is as well as it is right here.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Greener pastures
Well, for those you still paying attention out there... I am moving. I got a job in Oregon and am moving to Portland at the end of this month!!! Persistence and dedication (to getting out of a city you don't want to be in) really pay off! I'm SO excited and a little overwhelmed, but I can't wait!! This is really going to be the beginning of something fantastic. Something I've been feeling needed to happen for a long time is finally happening... I can't wait!
Thursday, July 19, 2007
"You're so beautiful, you could be a part-time model... but you'd probably still have to keep your normal job"
If you have not yet witnessed the genuis that is "Flight of the Conchords", I have to say... what the hell is wrong with you!? Honestly, one of the greatest new shows (not to mention, greatest shows period) out there! In honor of FOTC, I have gathered up some of my all time favorite quotes for your reading pleasure. Until I regain the unique brilliance that was my writings of the past (oh, come on...) I am using cheap, recycled material!!
- "You don't call retarded people retards. It's bad taste. You call your friends retards when they are acting retarded" -- Michael Scott, "The Office"
- "A eugoogalizor, one who speaks at funerals. Or did you think I'd be too stupid to know what a eugoogoly was?" --Derek Zoolander, "Zoolander"
- "You look like a cholo dressed up for Easter." --Pete, "Knocked Up"
- "Oh great, an abandoned psychiatric hospital! Now I can get Hepatitis!" -- Shrader, "Accepted"
- (One of my favorite exchanges) Lloyd: What are the chances of a guy like you and a girl like me... ending up together? Mary: Well, that's pretty difficult to say. Lloyd: Hit me with it! I've come a long way to see you, Mary. The least you can do is level with me. What are my chances? Mary: Not good. Lloyd: You mean, not good like one out of a hundred? Mary: I'd say more like one out of a million. [pause] Lloyd: So you're telling me there's a chance. -- "Dumb and Dumber"
- "So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life. "-- Peter Gibbons, "Office Space"
Those are just a few... there are way too many other good quotes out there and I just don't have the time (since it's almost time to get the funk outta Dodge) to think of them all. Don't worry, one of these days, when I have nothing interesting to say... I'll put some more on here. So, then... tomorrow it is!
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
What's your 20?
I have been on hiatus... and no guarantee that I'm back for good, but it was funny going back and reading my blog after all these years. The boredom set in so I decided I'd recall fond memories of the blogging community. I did notice that much of my posts began with "I went to this party last night..." or "I went out drinking..." Ahhh... to be young again;)
It's weird to be writing on here again. I feel like the cleverness I used to possess and was so inspired by my fellow bloggers is no longer present! And now, I shall give a short life update.
What I'm doing:
It's weird to be writing on here again. I feel like the cleverness I used to possess and was so inspired by my fellow bloggers is no longer present! And now, I shall give a short life update.
What I'm doing:
- Still working at the same place... it's going well and taking me to Ft. Lauderdale next week!
- Currently in the process of watching 6 Feet Under, as I never watched it during it's run.
- Just started dating a good prospect... that's all I'll say
- Still seeing as many movies as possible
- Reading lots o' books
- Lots of other stuff that's cool and impressive;)
What I'm wearing:
- Currently, I'm wearing about 2 sizes smaller than I was 6 months ago!
- My hair is super dark and I'm wearing it mid-length with an undercut
- Braces... STILL... and now I get to look even more like a 14 year old girl because I have rubber bands!
What I'm saying:
- Apparently, I like to say "apparently" alot
- I cannot stop saying "no worries"... what am I, Australian?
- Holla! I know... just shoot me now!
- (This may not count, because I only said it once) Boo ya. Yes. I said that.
Where I'm living:
- Still in good 'ol El Paso... hoping that changes sometime in the near future.
- Living in some swanky digs (i.e. some new apartments that are way to expensive for this city) with my longtime best friend
- Planet Earth
What else is happening:
- All of my friends are off in other cities and I'm left here solo to dwell on life's little shit bombs
- I've started writing a book and have some fantastic ideas that are flowing like red, hot, molten lava
- I'm starting to freelance writing and graphic design
- I've become a "Competent Communicator"... nuff said
- I have finally become a woman (made you reread that, didn't I?)
And that, my friends, is all she wrote. Boo ya.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Fast is over!!
I have never been so happy in my life. Why? List of reasons (small as they may be!):
a) It's Friday
b) It's casual Friday
c) It's casual Friday where I get off early
d) It's casual Friday where I get off early to go to happy hour
e) It's casual Friday where I get off early to go to happy hour because THE FAST IS OVER!!!
Damn it feels good to be a gansta.
a) It's Friday
b) It's casual Friday
c) It's casual Friday where I get off early
d) It's casual Friday where I get off early to go to happy hour
e) It's casual Friday where I get off early to go to happy hour because THE FAST IS OVER!!!
Damn it feels good to be a gansta.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Fast is Slow
Well, I've been committed to the idea of becoming super healthy and fit (in the quickest amount of time possible) and the first step on that road was the Fast Track One-Day Detox Diet. Contrary to what the title actually says, it is NOT one day. It is actually an 11 day plan filled with organic things and weird spices I've never heard of.
You should have seen us at the grocery store. We (my roommate and I) looked like a couple of idiots searching for daikon radish sprouts and asking people how you choose a "good looking" bok choy. I still don't know. I'm actually on day 8 and going strong. The thing is...it's a TON of cooking and preparation and baking and all kinds of crap that I'm really not used to. I have just about had it with the cooking of the weird foods (i.e. Omega-3 spread which includes blended sardines with bones...ick!)
Well, as I mentioned, I'm on day 8...Fast Day. My question is, why call it a fast? It goes by so damn slow!!! I'm alternating 8 oz of water and 8 oz of "miracle juice" every hour. Fun stuff. I think when I get home I'm going to knock myself out so that the thoughts of Friday (when the diet is officially over) happy hour/chips and salsa don't overtake me. Yeah, I know I said I was "committed to the idea of becoming super healthy and fit" but salsa has lots of vegetables and my beer will definitely have a lime in it.
You should have seen us at the grocery store. We (my roommate and I) looked like a couple of idiots searching for daikon radish sprouts and asking people how you choose a "good looking" bok choy. I still don't know. I'm actually on day 8 and going strong. The thing is...it's a TON of cooking and preparation and baking and all kinds of crap that I'm really not used to. I have just about had it with the cooking of the weird foods (i.e. Omega-3 spread which includes blended sardines with bones...ick!)
Well, as I mentioned, I'm on day 8...Fast Day. My question is, why call it a fast? It goes by so damn slow!!! I'm alternating 8 oz of water and 8 oz of "miracle juice" every hour. Fun stuff. I think when I get home I'm going to knock myself out so that the thoughts of Friday (when the diet is officially over) happy hour/chips and salsa don't overtake me. Yeah, I know I said I was "committed to the idea of becoming super healthy and fit" but salsa has lots of vegetables and my beer will definitely have a lime in it.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Is anybody out there?
It has been waaaaaay too long since I've posted anything on here. I don't know if anyone is still out there, but this is a "check 1-2" to the blogosphere. As for having anything to say, I don't but I'm thinking I will one of these days. When I do, I wanna have the luxury of this blog to force my opinions upon the world;)!
Monday, August 07, 2006
The Windy City
So, I was going to post this last week...but then the floods came and that took precedence. You'll be happy to know that we have (somewhat) dried up a bit and are now working towards rebuilding.
On another note, I had my trip to Chicago and I just have to say that it was probably one of the best trips ever...and yes it was even work related! I met the coolest people and we basically did it up right in Chi-Town. We left no stone unturned and no bed slept in. I met Ditka (got a photo with him and told him I loved him in "Kicking and Screaming" to which he got a good laugh and replied "Now THAT'S funny!"), hit almost every bar downtown (or so it felt like), ate great food, had too many laughs and too much to drink, and somewhere in there I managed to attend some of the presentations that were work related...only to look around at the others involved in the previous night's shenanigans and laugh at how miserable we all looked). Cruised the lake in a 3 story yacht, survived a tornado watch, and went underground to hear reggae in a bar where you had to cut through the band to get to the bathroom. That's the short version...the long version would probably take up WAY too much space and you'd stop reading either because the length would scare you, or the content:) I'll post some photos for your viewing pleasure though.
Remember that skit from SNL? That's in the
basement of our National office and it's all
true "No fries...chips!
Wouldn't be Chicago without this guy
For some reason...mid-post...it stopped letting me put pictures on here. I even tried a new post and did it that way. It didn't work. I'll try to put some more on here later.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Photos from the flood
Thought I'd post some photos so you could see the damage!
Streets were just collapsing because of the water getting underneath and moving the dirt
Cars trapped in the deep water
The Rio Grande reached dangerously high levels
A young woman was pulled out of her truck just before it took a nosedive into 
A woman was being carried away by the rapids...luckily she was rescued.
Streets were just collapsing because of the water getting underneath and moving the dirt
Cars trapped in the deep water
Two men set out to rescue people from the water
The Rio Grande reached dangerously high levels
A young woman was pulled out of her truck just before it took a nosedive into the arroyo next to the street
A woman was being carried away by the rapids...luckily she was rescued.Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Storm of the century
What started out as a much coveted rainy day in the city turned into a much detested torrential downpour. I was on my way to work, like any other normal day, except that the traffic was a bit heavier due to the thunderstorms that began in the wee hours of the morning. I arrived at work late, but understandably so because any water on the roads is cause for panic by the water-retarded El Pasoans.
The day began routinely, but as I sauntered into the employee lounge to get my caffeine fix, I noticed the news reports. The rain we so desperately needed kept coming and coming and coming. There was no end in sight, which is rare as usually we get rain for about 20 minutes maximum and then it disappears. This was not the case. On the news I saw areas flooding...areas that looked extremely familiar. The majority of the rains and the damages were being reported on the westside of town...quite near my house.
There was no way to get home in my car. The freeway was closing as it was flooding rapidly, the side streets were flooded over. My boss came in at 9:45 am and said "Get outta here while you can." I caught a ride with my assistant's mom in her big suburban and we barely made it. It took us 2 hours when it normally takes 15 minutes. We had to drive through flooded areas of the freeway that were so deep, the water was almost right up to the windows. Thankfully we made it before it got worse.
I saw the streets being ripped apart, people wading in water up to their waists, cars being swept down into arroyos, mudslides near my friends and relatives, dumpsters and barbecue grills being swept down the streets. The 6 month old Blockbuster video being broken down, flooded through, and its contents running into people's backyards. The Sun Harvest had produce, sodas, and other grocery items flowing out its doors and down the street. People being rescued from their cars before the raging floods swept them away. The river overflowing, arroyos breaking, the levee collapsing. People being evacuated from their homes. Something the likes of which I have never witnessed.
This city is not prepared for conditions such as this. We barely have rain. We don't have the drainage necessary and we certainly don't have the resources available for the "natural disaster"esque situation. No, it was no Hurricane Katrina. As far as I know, there were no fatalities. There was a huge amount of damage though, and to a city like this...it might as well have been a hurricane.
There has not been a storm like this in over 100 years. Amazing. I guess it's such a big deal because we've always felt like the invincible city. No hurricane, tornado, cyclone, typhoon, tsunami, or any other such thing could ever get us. But alas, the rain...it came, it saw, it kicked our asses.
Now we are in a state of emergency. How totally insane; yet, it just goes to show that anything can happen.
The day began routinely, but as I sauntered into the employee lounge to get my caffeine fix, I noticed the news reports. The rain we so desperately needed kept coming and coming and coming. There was no end in sight, which is rare as usually we get rain for about 20 minutes maximum and then it disappears. This was not the case. On the news I saw areas flooding...areas that looked extremely familiar. The majority of the rains and the damages were being reported on the westside of town...quite near my house.
There was no way to get home in my car. The freeway was closing as it was flooding rapidly, the side streets were flooded over. My boss came in at 9:45 am and said "Get outta here while you can." I caught a ride with my assistant's mom in her big suburban and we barely made it. It took us 2 hours when it normally takes 15 minutes. We had to drive through flooded areas of the freeway that were so deep, the water was almost right up to the windows. Thankfully we made it before it got worse.
I saw the streets being ripped apart, people wading in water up to their waists, cars being swept down into arroyos, mudslides near my friends and relatives, dumpsters and barbecue grills being swept down the streets. The 6 month old Blockbuster video being broken down, flooded through, and its contents running into people's backyards. The Sun Harvest had produce, sodas, and other grocery items flowing out its doors and down the street. People being rescued from their cars before the raging floods swept them away. The river overflowing, arroyos breaking, the levee collapsing. People being evacuated from their homes. Something the likes of which I have never witnessed.
This city is not prepared for conditions such as this. We barely have rain. We don't have the drainage necessary and we certainly don't have the resources available for the "natural disaster"esque situation. No, it was no Hurricane Katrina. As far as I know, there were no fatalities. There was a huge amount of damage though, and to a city like this...it might as well have been a hurricane.
There has not been a storm like this in over 100 years. Amazing. I guess it's such a big deal because we've always felt like the invincible city. No hurricane, tornado, cyclone, typhoon, tsunami, or any other such thing could ever get us. But alas, the rain...it came, it saw, it kicked our asses.
Now we are in a state of emergency. How totally insane; yet, it just goes to show that anything can happen.
Monday, July 24, 2006
How 'bout a nice, cool glass of shut the hell up
"Ooh, let's go to that new store...you know the one that has all those neat things? Oh wait, but I want to go to the mall too. Have you seen that store with all the nifty little trinkets? Where do you want to eat. I heard that new place near downtown is cool. Should we eat first? Do you want to go see a movie? Would rather eat first or see the movie...or go to the mall? Or should we just skip the mall? Or maybe the movie? No, I want to see the movie...should we eat first though? If we eat first then we'll be too full for popcorn. But if we go to the movie first, we'll get full on popcorn and then won't want to eat...and I really want to go to that new restaurant."
OH. MY. DEAR. LORD.
Shut up, shut up, shut up! I don't care what we do as long as we find something to keep your mouth busy for a lengthy period of time!
It's not that this visitor isn't nice or whatever, but for the love of pete I just wanted her to shut up for 5 minutes. Not even a word in edgewise. I couldn't even answer her questions. When she finally stopped and I said nothing because I didn't know that it was my cue to speak she says "Well?" Uhhh...well what!? I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be giving an answer to anymore.
A fresh of breath air. No, that's not a typo...it's another chapter from the weekend that was the bane of my existence. Short Fat Matthew Lillard was all up in my bubble. Without permission, of course. And for the love of everything that is holy, he needed a tin of Altoids. A whole one. Smelled like he ate a can of dog farts. Note to you out there (and this is pretty much common knowledge)...if someone offers a breath mint, for god sakes TAKE IT! It's a hint, not a gesture of niceness. Short fat Matthew Lillard was not nearly as charming as I imagine The Real Matthew Lillard to be (even if he is a bit of a goof...he's a cute one). And all he could say was that he and I would be "BFF" and he just wanted to come over so he could "cuddle". I threw up in my mouth a little.
Sloppy and drunk go hand in hand...but when does it reach the "you should probably want to kill yourself now" stage? I'll tell you. When a lush "acquaintance" goes out Thursday night...doesn't sleep AT ALL...meets you for lunch wearing the same thing she wore the night before...first thing she orders is a vodka soda...proceeds to tell you and the entire table of 10 that she just had butt sex (still hasn't showered, brushed her hair or teeth)...proceeds to go to the bar with others (who have showered and slept and aren't hungover)...gets in a screaming match with a guy because he thinks she's trash (uhh...ya think?)...then invites herself over to my friends house to continue drinking (still unshowered...gag)...and keeps everyone up with her endless yapping and "I know everything about everything, let me tell you how to live your life" (yeah, i'll take your advice) until sunrise the next morning. So let's see, that's 48 hours without sleep, changing your underwear and clothes, without water touching your body, mouth, or anything else. You think it's time for a serious trip to AA? Intervention time.
On a final note...it's 95 degrees, humid, and our AC is out at work. I'm exhausted because I couldn't sleep last night. I'm going to Chicago tomorrow and have no suitcase and don't know what to take. And now ends the bitchfest:)!
OH. MY. DEAR. LORD.
Shut up, shut up, shut up! I don't care what we do as long as we find something to keep your mouth busy for a lengthy period of time!
It's not that this visitor isn't nice or whatever, but for the love of pete I just wanted her to shut up for 5 minutes. Not even a word in edgewise. I couldn't even answer her questions. When she finally stopped and I said nothing because I didn't know that it was my cue to speak she says "Well?" Uhhh...well what!? I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be giving an answer to anymore.
A fresh of breath air. No, that's not a typo...it's another chapter from the weekend that was the bane of my existence. Short Fat Matthew Lillard was all up in my bubble. Without permission, of course. And for the love of everything that is holy, he needed a tin of Altoids. A whole one. Smelled like he ate a can of dog farts. Note to you out there (and this is pretty much common knowledge)...if someone offers a breath mint, for god sakes TAKE IT! It's a hint, not a gesture of niceness. Short fat Matthew Lillard was not nearly as charming as I imagine The Real Matthew Lillard to be (even if he is a bit of a goof...he's a cute one). And all he could say was that he and I would be "BFF" and he just wanted to come over so he could "cuddle". I threw up in my mouth a little.
Sloppy and drunk go hand in hand...but when does it reach the "you should probably want to kill yourself now" stage? I'll tell you. When a lush "acquaintance" goes out Thursday night...doesn't sleep AT ALL...meets you for lunch wearing the same thing she wore the night before...first thing she orders is a vodka soda...proceeds to tell you and the entire table of 10 that she just had butt sex (still hasn't showered, brushed her hair or teeth)...proceeds to go to the bar with others (who have showered and slept and aren't hungover)...gets in a screaming match with a guy because he thinks she's trash (uhh...ya think?)...then invites herself over to my friends house to continue drinking (still unshowered...gag)...and keeps everyone up with her endless yapping and "I know everything about everything, let me tell you how to live your life" (yeah, i'll take your advice) until sunrise the next morning. So let's see, that's 48 hours without sleep, changing your underwear and clothes, without water touching your body, mouth, or anything else. You think it's time for a serious trip to AA? Intervention time.
On a final note...it's 95 degrees, humid, and our AC is out at work. I'm exhausted because I couldn't sleep last night. I'm going to Chicago tomorrow and have no suitcase and don't know what to take. And now ends the bitchfest:)!
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
4th of *yawn* July
As much as I like having holidays off, I'd kinda rather prefer to have the day after the holiday off. I mean, yes you want to bbq and all that good stuff w/friends and fam...but you have to be good and go home and to sleep early, or else be miserable the next day because you're so tired from "celebrating". Such is with the 4th. Now mind you, my 4th of July was rather uneventful but Im just looking out for the rest of you guys;)
I think I have an addiction problem. I am addicted to holing myself up at my/my friend's house and watching hour after hour of series on DVD. First it was Sex and the City, then it was Sopranos, then Gilmore Girls (I know...I didn't even think I'd like it!), now it's Entourage. I
get so enthralled that I don't care what time it is or how much time I've wasted...it's like this need to find out what happens in the next episode. I love Entourage, even though it's probably more of a "guy's" show...I can't help it. I finished off the second season last night and what happens is that I can't stand waiting to watch the episodes like normal people who watch it once a week. I get too antsy? Is this some kind of sickness? Or do I just have no life and the only thing of interest in my life happens on the TV shows I watch? Lame.
Still liking the jobby job. Lots of craziness and being super busy, but still good nonetheless. I think I'm getting a raise too!! That's what I was told by a few people, although I don't know how much and I'm not sure if they have to wait for my 6 month review(?) Either way, that's pretty cool. I'll be off to Chicago in a couple of weeks and then after that, only one month until the 6 month review...so it's not that far off.
Hope things are all good in bloggerland...until we meet again!
I think I have an addiction problem. I am addicted to holing myself up at my/my friend's house and watching hour after hour of series on DVD. First it was Sex and the City, then it was Sopranos, then Gilmore Girls (I know...I didn't even think I'd like it!), now it's Entourage. I
get so enthralled that I don't care what time it is or how much time I've wasted...it's like this need to find out what happens in the next episode. I love Entourage, even though it's probably more of a "guy's" show...I can't help it. I finished off the second season last night and what happens is that I can't stand waiting to watch the episodes like normal people who watch it once a week. I get too antsy? Is this some kind of sickness? Or do I just have no life and the only thing of interest in my life happens on the TV shows I watch? Lame.
Still liking the jobby job. Lots of craziness and being super busy, but still good nonetheless. I think I'm getting a raise too!! That's what I was told by a few people, although I don't know how much and I'm not sure if they have to wait for my 6 month review(?) Either way, that's pretty cool. I'll be off to Chicago in a couple of weeks and then after that, only one month until the 6 month review...so it's not that far off.
Hope things are all good in bloggerland...until we meet again!
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Into open arms...
Thanks guys and gals...for making me feel right back at home in bloggerland:) I never had a doubt! It's good to hear (or see) some familiar names here, just like old friends! I should be working right now (story of a blogger's life huh?) but I can't seem to focus on anything right now.
I need to be schmoozing with local politicians and getting ready to help with some campaigning. I should also be working on our website, creating a new ad for next week, putting together a media package, getting our newsletter ready, sending out a press release, and coming up with talking points for a big local "issue" that has arisen in our city. As you can see, my job is quite the smorgasbord of activities. Always busy, don't have a chance to be bored or blog or do anything else we're supposed to have time to do at work!
No, I don't work "in" politics per se, but am involved in them quite heavily in my position at the organization where I work. I stepped into an entirely new arena in my career. Yes, I'm still doing the creative and advertising stuff, but I'm also in charge of governmental affairs. Never knew I'd like doing anything involving politics but I guess we learn something new about ourselves all the time!
So, I just needed to goof off for a little while and let the whirlwind in my head clear out and put all those things into "thought files" for now. Then I can take them out one by one and bust it all out. Oh yeah....and did I tell you I have an ASSistant now!?! Sweet!
I need to be schmoozing with local politicians and getting ready to help with some campaigning. I should also be working on our website, creating a new ad for next week, putting together a media package, getting our newsletter ready, sending out a press release, and coming up with talking points for a big local "issue" that has arisen in our city. As you can see, my job is quite the smorgasbord of activities. Always busy, don't have a chance to be bored or blog or do anything else we're supposed to have time to do at work!
No, I don't work "in" politics per se, but am involved in them quite heavily in my position at the organization where I work. I stepped into an entirely new arena in my career. Yes, I'm still doing the creative and advertising stuff, but I'm also in charge of governmental affairs. Never knew I'd like doing anything involving politics but I guess we learn something new about ourselves all the time!
So, I just needed to goof off for a little while and let the whirlwind in my head clear out and put all those things into "thought files" for now. Then I can take them out one by one and bust it all out. Oh yeah....and did I tell you I have an ASSistant now!?! Sweet!
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
How time flies
Wow, it has been so long...so long in fact that I'm sure no one is even going to see this because by now people have definitely stopped checking in:)! What to even say, feels weird even writing on my blog now. I was so "addicted" for so long and then BAM! So here I am after all this time with I don't know how much to say.
My job is awesome...I love it. My boss who was super cool left and we've since hired someone new. He's very laid back and really knows his stuff, which is good. Plus, he was talking about giving people more money, so that's always a bonus. We're still in the transition period because he has to finish up his old job and get moved here. Being without a boss after only having been there a month was a little rough at first, because you're still learning and then all of a sudden the person you were learning from leaves. But I managed to basically make it on my own which has worked out. Lots of red tape where I work, but I still really love it.
The rest of my life hasn't changed too much. No new men in the picture, but that's to be expected with the city I live in. There's just no men. Actually, I'm having fun being single and just hanging out with my friends while I can. I don't have any problems with it, because who knows how long I'll get to do it. I'm probably having more fun than I've had in a long time. A good friend moved back into town and he is probably the funniest person I've ever met, so I like to hang out with him and give him crap.
Other than that, no big news in my life. Same 'ol same 'ol with a few twists and turns. I get to go to Chicago at the end of July for work, which should be cool. Then I'm really going to ACL this year...I swear I am. Get to go to New Orleans too. It's sad though, because I never went before Katrina and I know it will never be the same as it was. Sucks to not have been able to experience it pre-hurricane.
Hope all you little kiddies in bloggerland are being good and doing well. Catch you all later!
My job is awesome...I love it. My boss who was super cool left and we've since hired someone new. He's very laid back and really knows his stuff, which is good. Plus, he was talking about giving people more money, so that's always a bonus. We're still in the transition period because he has to finish up his old job and get moved here. Being without a boss after only having been there a month was a little rough at first, because you're still learning and then all of a sudden the person you were learning from leaves. But I managed to basically make it on my own which has worked out. Lots of red tape where I work, but I still really love it.
The rest of my life hasn't changed too much. No new men in the picture, but that's to be expected with the city I live in. There's just no men. Actually, I'm having fun being single and just hanging out with my friends while I can. I don't have any problems with it, because who knows how long I'll get to do it. I'm probably having more fun than I've had in a long time. A good friend moved back into town and he is probably the funniest person I've ever met, so I like to hang out with him and give him crap.
Other than that, no big news in my life. Same 'ol same 'ol with a few twists and turns. I get to go to Chicago at the end of July for work, which should be cool. Then I'm really going to ACL this year...I swear I am. Get to go to New Orleans too. It's sad though, because I never went before Katrina and I know it will never be the same as it was. Sucks to not have been able to experience it pre-hurricane.
Hope all you little kiddies in bloggerland are being good and doing well. Catch you all later!
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Holy crap in a bucket
So, I haven't written anything in quite awhile and I figured while I had 2 seconds free I'd post.
Let's just say that my new job is AWESOME! It's kicking my ass all over the place, but is everything I wanted! Just goes to show that things do happen for a reason. I've got more things to do in a day so that even if I wanted to blog at work there'd be no way I'd have time. It is totally amazing!
I managed to get in a trip to Portland (I had it planned before I started and they were cool with it) and that was so much fun! What a beautiful city. I had never been there before and the amount of green there is unbelievable. Of course, I live in the desert so any green is a lot;)
Went to Multnomah Falls and it was just breathtaking. If you've never been, I highly recommend it. So my plan is to get in my time with this job and really know my stuff so that I can move to Portland and people will be begging me to work for them;)!! That's the hope anyway:) Did you know you're not allowed to pump your own gas in Oregon? Weird, another reason I really need to live there.
My friend has a 4600 sq ft house in a beautiful area so I'm thinking that I could definitely do that! We went to all kinds of cool and crazy places downtown and St. Patty's Day was a madhouse. Needless to say I ended up with my face very close to a toilet on that trip (at the house though, not in public!)
Well, that's what has been going on in my life lately. Nothing and everything it seems.
Catch ya later!
Let's just say that my new job is AWESOME! It's kicking my ass all over the place, but is everything I wanted! Just goes to show that things do happen for a reason. I've got more things to do in a day so that even if I wanted to blog at work there'd be no way I'd have time. It is totally amazing!
I managed to get in a trip to Portland (I had it planned before I started and they were cool with it) and that was so much fun! What a beautiful city. I had never been there before and the amount of green there is unbelievable. Of course, I live in the desert so any green is a lot;)
Went to Multnomah Falls and it was just breathtaking. If you've never been, I highly recommend it. So my plan is to get in my time with this job and really know my stuff so that I can move to Portland and people will be begging me to work for them;)!! That's the hope anyway:) Did you know you're not allowed to pump your own gas in Oregon? Weird, another reason I really need to live there.
My friend has a 4600 sq ft house in a beautiful area so I'm thinking that I could definitely do that! We went to all kinds of cool and crazy places downtown and St. Patty's Day was a madhouse. Needless to say I ended up with my face very close to a toilet on that trip (at the house though, not in public!)
Well, that's what has been going on in my life lately. Nothing and everything it seems.
Catch ya later!
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
When it rains it pours
So, I got a job. Yeah, I know I already said that...but I got another job. A better one! The one I really, really wanted!!
I hadn't heard from her when I took the first one and then she called and wanted me to meet w/her on Friday. She offered me the job today. It's better pay, better benefits, and a better job altogether!!
I'm totally stoked, but it's a little scary too. A lot of responsibility and exposure but I'm SO up for the challenge!! YAHOO! SO I start on Monday and have to tell this other place "too bad, so sad." It sucks to have to do that, but I have to do what's right for me!
Now my plan has really begun to come together!
I hadn't heard from her when I took the first one and then she called and wanted me to meet w/her on Friday. She offered me the job today. It's better pay, better benefits, and a better job altogether!!
I'm totally stoked, but it's a little scary too. A lot of responsibility and exposure but I'm SO up for the challenge!! YAHOO! SO I start on Monday and have to tell this other place "too bad, so sad." It sucks to have to do that, but I have to do what's right for me!
Now my plan has really begun to come together!
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Take this job and.....take it
So kiddies, I think the curse is broken. Yahoo! Yahoo fer me! What's all this "yahooing" about?
I GOT MYSELF A JOBBY JOB!
That's right, my plan is working so far. I have yet to jinx myself. Well, I won't go into too much detail right now but it seems pretty cool, pay is decent, like the peeps.
As of next Wednesday, I's be employed (for real)!
I GOT MYSELF A JOBBY JOB!
That's right, my plan is working so far. I have yet to jinx myself. Well, I won't go into too much detail right now but it seems pretty cool, pay is decent, like the peeps.
As of next Wednesday, I's be employed (for real)!
Friday, February 17, 2006
Just a little update...and enjoy my new music:)
Things are going ok over here...I making my way through all of this. I'm keeping my head up and my plan is moving forward as I hoped. As soon as everything works itself out I can explain, but I've become too superstitious of the jinx;)
I think I did some damage to my eardrum on Valentine's Day...although I have to say I probably had the best Valentine's Day...well ever!
...Despite being slightly molested by a tall, gangly fellow who insisted on buying us drinks and then took the acceptance of said drinks as an open invitation to grab me from behind, drape his arms around me and kiss me. It was certainly not invited and not wanted, but I let him know in the not so friendliest fashion that doing something like that could really get him hurt...
Then I proceeded to thoroughly enjoy the rest of my night. We went to watch a band play (myself and a bunch of friends) and I ended up right in front near the speaker (because the singer was totally cute of course) and my ear is, as of right now, still ringing. That's when you know you're old....the music was probably too loud from my old eardrum;)
We spent the rest of the evening laughing till our faces and our stomachs hurt. I don't think I've laughed that hard in ages, I really needed it. It was a blast. Is it ironic that the best Valentine's I've ever had was as a singleton? Nah...I don't think so.
SO I hope everyone is doing well...I may have visited your sites lately but I haven't really been commenting at all. Just wanting to keep up slightly with all of you and hope things are good.
Until next time.
I think I did some damage to my eardrum on Valentine's Day...although I have to say I probably had the best Valentine's Day...well ever!
...Despite being slightly molested by a tall, gangly fellow who insisted on buying us drinks and then took the acceptance of said drinks as an open invitation to grab me from behind, drape his arms around me and kiss me. It was certainly not invited and not wanted, but I let him know in the not so friendliest fashion that doing something like that could really get him hurt...
Then I proceeded to thoroughly enjoy the rest of my night. We went to watch a band play (myself and a bunch of friends) and I ended up right in front near the speaker (because the singer was totally cute of course) and my ear is, as of right now, still ringing. That's when you know you're old....the music was probably too loud from my old eardrum;)
We spent the rest of the evening laughing till our faces and our stomachs hurt. I don't think I've laughed that hard in ages, I really needed it. It was a blast. Is it ironic that the best Valentine's I've ever had was as a singleton? Nah...I don't think so.
SO I hope everyone is doing well...I may have visited your sites lately but I haven't really been commenting at all. Just wanting to keep up slightly with all of you and hope things are good.
Oh, and check this out....ridiculous!(click on "watch this movie")
Until next time.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Outlook good
Thanks to everyone for all of your support throughout this difficult time, I know I keep saying it, but I just want to make sure you all know how much it means.
Well, I think that I've come out of this whole thing with a new outlook on life. I just mean that my life is right now. It's not in 6 months or in a couple of years. I've found that for the past year or so my life has been a series of "waiting rooms". I have constantly been waiting for something to happen and if I'm ever going to have a life of my own, I need to take some action.
I still have my moments of sadness where I feel like I just don't want to do anything, but those are few. I know how proud my mother is of me and I want to keep her proud. I have a plan and I have implemented a part of it so far. I don't want to give away details because it seems like when I speak of things, I jinx myself, so I'm going to keep this under wraps until it happens. Let's just say that if I shook a magic 8 ball it would say "Outlook Good."
Well, I think that I've come out of this whole thing with a new outlook on life. I just mean that my life is right now. It's not in 6 months or in a couple of years. I've found that for the past year or so my life has been a series of "waiting rooms". I have constantly been waiting for something to happen and if I'm ever going to have a life of my own, I need to take some action.
I still have my moments of sadness where I feel like I just don't want to do anything, but those are few. I know how proud my mother is of me and I want to keep her proud. I have a plan and I have implemented a part of it so far. I don't want to give away details because it seems like when I speak of things, I jinx myself, so I'm going to keep this under wraps until it happens. Let's just say that if I shook a magic 8 ball it would say "Outlook Good."
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Well, my mother passed away yesterday afternoon. I know she is in peace now and has no more pain, which is comforting but I can't even describe what this is like. That's all I can really say right now, but wanted to thank you all for your thoughts and prayers. Friends have really helped me get through this and I do consider you all friends. Thank you.
Monday, January 23, 2006
Nearing the end
Well, they've taken my mom off of every medication except morphine. They're giving her as much of that as she can handle I think. I don't know how much morphine is ALOT of morphine, but she's getting about 20 mg/hr. When she first went into the hospital, I think they were giving her 4? I know she's getting alot, which is good because the goal is to make her comfortable.
Of course, we don't know how much time she has left...but I'm guessing it's only a matter of days. It's just so hard to watch it happen when I know how she wouldn't want people to see her like this. She was always made up, with her hair all cute and a cute little outfit. I know she wouldn't want people seeing her like this. It's so frustrating.
As for me, it's really hard to go about my life when all of this is happening. I have no choice really. I mean, I have an interview tomorrow and I have dental appointments and it all feels so insignificant. I'm sure that's how most people feel during a time like this, but it's so surreal.
I'm just completely in limbo right now. I feel blessed that I had all the time to spend with my mother after I lost my job. But now, I'm up shit creek without a paddle because unemployment is gone and my current waiting job can't cut it alone. I'm looking harder than ever, but at the same time...how much motivation can I feel when all this is going on? Rock...hard place...me in the middle.
I know I'll get through this and things will turn out ok....but it's so hard to see all the way to that point from where I am right now. Thanks to everyone again for caring so much.
Of course, we don't know how much time she has left...but I'm guessing it's only a matter of days. It's just so hard to watch it happen when I know how she wouldn't want people to see her like this. She was always made up, with her hair all cute and a cute little outfit. I know she wouldn't want people seeing her like this. It's so frustrating.
As for me, it's really hard to go about my life when all of this is happening. I have no choice really. I mean, I have an interview tomorrow and I have dental appointments and it all feels so insignificant. I'm sure that's how most people feel during a time like this, but it's so surreal.
I'm just completely in limbo right now. I feel blessed that I had all the time to spend with my mother after I lost my job. But now, I'm up shit creek without a paddle because unemployment is gone and my current waiting job can't cut it alone. I'm looking harder than ever, but at the same time...how much motivation can I feel when all this is going on? Rock...hard place...me in the middle.
I know I'll get through this and things will turn out ok....but it's so hard to see all the way to that point from where I am right now. Thanks to everyone again for caring so much.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Not getting any better
Well, things are not getting any better....as a matter of fact they seem much more bleak now.
I've come to terms with the inevitable. I mean, of course I will be devastated when it happens, but I know it's going to and she will no longer be in pain. That's what's killing me. Just sitting there day after day watching her moan in pain...even in her sleep.
It's too hard on my dad too....DB said in my comments on the previous post that you find yourself wishing it would just be over for your own sake as well as theirs. It's true, and I never thought I'd feel that way. I mean, she's mom...mom's are invincible right? We always think that way until something like this jabs us in the kidneys and wakes us up to real life.
I guess one of the biggest things is that she's not going to be around for my wedding or to see my kids. All of my siblings are (or have been married) and have children. The grandkids have gotten to know her and it's just sad that mine won't ever get to know what a wonderful grammy she is. Yes, I know that I can keep her spirit alive for them but it's still so sad.
I don't really know how much time she has left but I don't think there's much. In the meantime, I'm just sitting at the hospital picturing her as I've always known her and letting her know that I'm there and how much I love her. It really is just.....I don't even know the right word to use here....rough? unbearable? torture?
Thank you all for your very kind words and thoughts and prayers. It means the world to me. I'm not the most vocal person all the time, so this is the place where all of this comes out. Alot of this stuff I haven't even said out loud to anyone, so it feels good to get it out and know that there are actual real people on the other end.
I'll keep ya posted.
I've come to terms with the inevitable. I mean, of course I will be devastated when it happens, but I know it's going to and she will no longer be in pain. That's what's killing me. Just sitting there day after day watching her moan in pain...even in her sleep.
It's too hard on my dad too....DB said in my comments on the previous post that you find yourself wishing it would just be over for your own sake as well as theirs. It's true, and I never thought I'd feel that way. I mean, she's mom...mom's are invincible right? We always think that way until something like this jabs us in the kidneys and wakes us up to real life.
I guess one of the biggest things is that she's not going to be around for my wedding or to see my kids. All of my siblings are (or have been married) and have children. The grandkids have gotten to know her and it's just sad that mine won't ever get to know what a wonderful grammy she is. Yes, I know that I can keep her spirit alive for them but it's still so sad.
I don't really know how much time she has left but I don't think there's much. In the meantime, I'm just sitting at the hospital picturing her as I've always known her and letting her know that I'm there and how much I love her. It really is just.....I don't even know the right word to use here....rough? unbearable? torture?
Thank you all for your very kind words and thoughts and prayers. It means the world to me. I'm not the most vocal person all the time, so this is the place where all of this comes out. Alot of this stuff I haven't even said out loud to anyone, so it feels good to get it out and know that there are actual real people on the other end.
I'll keep ya posted.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Hospitiful
I hate the fucking hospital. I'm tired of it. Although I'm sure my mom is much more tired and even saying I'm sick of it makes me feel like an ass.
We have been on an emotional roller coaster for the past week. Last Sunday my mom was just about on her last breath. The nurses and doctors said that it could be a matter of hours. My aunt came in town, my sister came in town, my brother and sister-in-law came in town. We camped out in the room. Her blood pressure was extremely low. Her blood-oxygen level was WAY below normal. She had so much congestion in her chest that she could hardly breathe.
This all came about because on Saturday night she climbed over the bed railing and fell on the floor. She's NOT allowed out of bed but has been completely obsessed with going to the bathroom. SO, when she falls out of bed three nurses came to put her back in. She was NOT happy and completely FREAKED. She screamed for 7 hours. They had to sedate her.
We thought it was the end and that she had given up. My aunt was telling us we needed to tell her it was ok to let go and say our goodbyes. There was alot of turmoil.
But then on Monday, my mom came out of it. Although she was on so many painkillers that she was hallucinating, her vitals were better. But then she started talking about how the nurses tried to kill her and asked every one of us how we could let them do that to her. Every new person that came in the room got the story and retelling of the story resulted in hysterics. This story was told about 4 times a day. It was extremely heartbreaking and wearing on the soul. But she started fighting...and eating again. She would wake up and make us laugh or ask if we were in the mall or what store we were in. How we pulled off getting her to the movies...her perception and reality were not there.
The doctor was hopeful and said if we could get her eating she might get to come home. We got her out of the bed and she sat in a chair for a few hours on Thursday night. Then Friday it was bad again. Backsliding. One step forward, two steps back. Crying all the time, vitals weren't great, wouldn't eat.
As of today, she was doing so-so. Ate a bit but pretty much cried all day long. Just sobbing. I don't know how people do this, I'm not cut out for this.
And all the while I'm thinking how I need to get out of there, I've got cabin fever. I need a break. And then I'm feeling like an asshole because at least I have a choice. She doesn't.
If you ask anyone that knows me, I'm one of the least selfish people you'd meet but I'll be damned if I don't feel like a fucking selfish bitch lately.
Why? Well, because she's not my mom. She's not the person that I've known all my life. She's a shell of a woman trapped in a pain wracked body. She's miserable, she has osteoporosis to a terrible degree, doesn't know what's going on. My sister (who lives in Phoenix and is really wonderful) just keeps saying we need to get her home. I think she's right, but then I think "Easy for you to say, you live in Phoenix. You're not the one who has to sit here and watch her deteriorate day in and day out. You're not the one who will have to feed her, bathe her, and change her."
Now what kind of fucked up person thinks like that? I mean, of course I will do anything in the world for my mother. I love her and she is the greatest woman in the world. She would do it for me. I just wish everyone else would stop for a second and think about not only how hard it will be for my mom, but for my dad and I as well. The more I write, the more fucked up I feel about it.
Like I said, I'm not cut out for this. I'm more of the "avoidance" type person. I don't deal with emotions well. I don't cry in front of people if I can help it. I can't stand to see people in pain. I hate to see my mother miserable in a hospital bed, stuck there with nurses she fears (even though my dad was there that night and knows they didn't hurt her) and the constant reminder that she might die. Which she keeps asking.
I would love to have her home with us. I mean, if/when she dies, I want her to be home because that's what she'd want. I just pray to God that I have the strength to do it.
We have been on an emotional roller coaster for the past week. Last Sunday my mom was just about on her last breath. The nurses and doctors said that it could be a matter of hours. My aunt came in town, my sister came in town, my brother and sister-in-law came in town. We camped out in the room. Her blood pressure was extremely low. Her blood-oxygen level was WAY below normal. She had so much congestion in her chest that she could hardly breathe.
This all came about because on Saturday night she climbed over the bed railing and fell on the floor. She's NOT allowed out of bed but has been completely obsessed with going to the bathroom. SO, when she falls out of bed three nurses came to put her back in. She was NOT happy and completely FREAKED. She screamed for 7 hours. They had to sedate her.
We thought it was the end and that she had given up. My aunt was telling us we needed to tell her it was ok to let go and say our goodbyes. There was alot of turmoil.
But then on Monday, my mom came out of it. Although she was on so many painkillers that she was hallucinating, her vitals were better. But then she started talking about how the nurses tried to kill her and asked every one of us how we could let them do that to her. Every new person that came in the room got the story and retelling of the story resulted in hysterics. This story was told about 4 times a day. It was extremely heartbreaking and wearing on the soul. But she started fighting...and eating again. She would wake up and make us laugh or ask if we were in the mall or what store we were in. How we pulled off getting her to the movies...her perception and reality were not there.
The doctor was hopeful and said if we could get her eating she might get to come home. We got her out of the bed and she sat in a chair for a few hours on Thursday night. Then Friday it was bad again. Backsliding. One step forward, two steps back. Crying all the time, vitals weren't great, wouldn't eat.
As of today, she was doing so-so. Ate a bit but pretty much cried all day long. Just sobbing. I don't know how people do this, I'm not cut out for this.
And all the while I'm thinking how I need to get out of there, I've got cabin fever. I need a break. And then I'm feeling like an asshole because at least I have a choice. She doesn't.
If you ask anyone that knows me, I'm one of the least selfish people you'd meet but I'll be damned if I don't feel like a fucking selfish bitch lately.
Why? Well, because she's not my mom. She's not the person that I've known all my life. She's a shell of a woman trapped in a pain wracked body. She's miserable, she has osteoporosis to a terrible degree, doesn't know what's going on. My sister (who lives in Phoenix and is really wonderful) just keeps saying we need to get her home. I think she's right, but then I think "Easy for you to say, you live in Phoenix. You're not the one who has to sit here and watch her deteriorate day in and day out. You're not the one who will have to feed her, bathe her, and change her."
Now what kind of fucked up person thinks like that? I mean, of course I will do anything in the world for my mother. I love her and she is the greatest woman in the world. She would do it for me. I just wish everyone else would stop for a second and think about not only how hard it will be for my mom, but for my dad and I as well. The more I write, the more fucked up I feel about it.
Like I said, I'm not cut out for this. I'm more of the "avoidance" type person. I don't deal with emotions well. I don't cry in front of people if I can help it. I can't stand to see people in pain. I hate to see my mother miserable in a hospital bed, stuck there with nurses she fears (even though my dad was there that night and knows they didn't hurt her) and the constant reminder that she might die. Which she keeps asking.
I would love to have her home with us. I mean, if/when she dies, I want her to be home because that's what she'd want. I just pray to God that I have the strength to do it.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Exhaustion
Well, I hope everyone had a fantastic Christmas. I've been out of commission for awhile, lots of stuff going on right now. The biggest thing of note though, is my mother. She's not doing too well and has been in the hospital for about a week and a half now. So she was there for Christmas, which is hard because she is one of those "Christmas people". You know, the ones that LOVE LOVE LOVE Christmas and it's a huge deal. She spent it in a hospital which sucks. She cracked her sternum a few weeks ago because her bones are so brittle from the chemo. She's been in massive pain and can't really move and so the doctor said to put her in the hospital. She's getting morphine for the pain, to manage it somewhat, but she's been having some pretty bad days. We're just all praying that it can heal and she can get out of there. Today was a good day though, so that's hopeful.
I got to be the cooker of the meal on Christmas, and let me tell you I was nervous. Why?
a) I don't really cook
b) I've NEVER cooked a meal that big, or a turkey for that matter
c) I was cooking for about 17 people and so there was a lot of pressure.
I'm happy to say that it turned out fabulous....despite the fact that my parents couldn't be there (my father has spent 24/7 in the hospital with my mom...bless his heart. Only comes home to shower.) I got tons of praise for having made "The best turkey they've ever had". I have to say, it was the best I've ever had too...so I don't think they were just saying it to be nice:) I haven't gotten much rest though between family and friends in town, visiting my mom, working like a slave, housesitting for a friend, and all the rest of the fun holiday stuff. I'm physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted...but I'll survive. We all manage to do it and then recuperate:)
Well, I hope everyone is doing well and that you all have a super Happy New Year! Don't think mine will be too thrilling since all my friends will be gone by then, including the ones who live here going on vacation. New Year's is overrated though;) Well, talk to you guys next year! Happy 2006!!
I got to be the cooker of the meal on Christmas, and let me tell you I was nervous. Why?
a) I don't really cook
b) I've NEVER cooked a meal that big, or a turkey for that matter
c) I was cooking for about 17 people and so there was a lot of pressure.
I'm happy to say that it turned out fabulous....despite the fact that my parents couldn't be there (my father has spent 24/7 in the hospital with my mom...bless his heart. Only comes home to shower.) I got tons of praise for having made "The best turkey they've ever had". I have to say, it was the best I've ever had too...so I don't think they were just saying it to be nice:) I haven't gotten much rest though between family and friends in town, visiting my mom, working like a slave, housesitting for a friend, and all the rest of the fun holiday stuff. I'm physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted...but I'll survive. We all manage to do it and then recuperate:)
Well, I hope everyone is doing well and that you all have a super Happy New Year! Don't think mine will be too thrilling since all my friends will be gone by then, including the ones who live here going on vacation. New Year's is overrated though;) Well, talk to you guys next year! Happy 2006!!
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
A quick note
Braces suck! I feel like I have mini-cheese graters in my mouth shredding my lips and cheeks. Yes, I know many of you have probably had braces...so then you know that they suck!! Not only that, but I have to have a tooth pulled so they can make some room! Sonuvabitch!!
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chaaaanges
So, still no job. That's right people, loser alert! Kidding...kind of;)
I've been keeping in touch with the doctor man and he's working diligently to secure funding for me, although he's having a helluva time. He did give me a lead on another job though, so who knows about that one.
My friend (a pharmaceutical rep) has an opening in her company. Problem: Another girl that works in San Diego wants to transfer back here (uh...why??? I have a feeling it's the "little fish, big pond" scenario). Of course, no one here likes her and their boss, upon seeing the eye-rolling-oh-god-not-her looks, is thinking twice about bringing her back. Anyway, my resume is in.
My other friend (a teacher) has an opening at her school for first grade teacher (first grade....I know!). She and her mother (who both work at the school) are going to give me praise and build me up as much as possible so I can get in there. I can then get my alternative certification and start teaching right after Christmas. So, there's another if.
I have a good feeling about 2006 though. I mean, it's gotta be better than 2005 (although I think I said the same thing around this time last year about 2005 versus 2004). Anyway, hope my feeling is better this year!
I have finally gone back to my roots....literally. That's right peeps. I can no longer be the butt of any of the following jokes:
Q: How does a blonde spell Farm?
A: E-I-E-I-O
Q: What did the blond do when she missed the 66 Bus?
A: She took the 33 bus twice instead.
Q: Why did the blonde get fired from the M&M factory?
A: She kept throwing away the "w"s.
Q: What you call a blonde skeleton in a closet?
A: Winner of last year's hide-and-seek contest.
You get the point. That's right...I'm now a brunette. Decided to make a change. Maybe that's what I needed.
Oh yeah, and the icing on the cake?? I'm getting BRACES on Tuesday! Yep, I said braces. So you can call me any of the following: Brace face, metal mouth, tin grin, traintracks, etc. Yippee. But when all is said and done I will have the most perfect set of teeth in the whole world (I can keep telling myself that ok;)??) I actually don't really need braces except to correct what I did to myself in 6th grade that has caused me nothing but grief for the rest of my 30 years. SO, bring the pain!!
Hmm...what else? I have completely finished my Christmas shopping, yahoo for that. It's definitely a yuletide first for me. Of course, now when everyone else needs to Christmas shop, I feel like I should be too so I end up spending more money buying an extra present here and there for everyone. Maybe that's why I never finished early?
Well, I need to try and keep up here. I noticed I went from daily writing, to about every other day or so. To maybe one a week or so. To MAYBE once a month. I just noticed lately that I have no motivation to write anything. Of course, with my new "everything is about to change for the better" plan, I will definitely have to be writing more. At least for my own sanity!!
Adios and hope everyone is enjoying this wonderful time of year (I just love it)!!!
I've been keeping in touch with the doctor man and he's working diligently to secure funding for me, although he's having a helluva time. He did give me a lead on another job though, so who knows about that one.
My friend (a pharmaceutical rep) has an opening in her company. Problem: Another girl that works in San Diego wants to transfer back here (uh...why??? I have a feeling it's the "little fish, big pond" scenario). Of course, no one here likes her and their boss, upon seeing the eye-rolling-oh-god-not-her looks, is thinking twice about bringing her back. Anyway, my resume is in.
My other friend (a teacher) has an opening at her school for first grade teacher (first grade....I know!). She and her mother (who both work at the school) are going to give me praise and build me up as much as possible so I can get in there. I can then get my alternative certification and start teaching right after Christmas. So, there's another if.
I have a good feeling about 2006 though. I mean, it's gotta be better than 2005 (although I think I said the same thing around this time last year about 2005 versus 2004). Anyway, hope my feeling is better this year!
I have finally gone back to my roots....literally. That's right peeps. I can no longer be the butt of any of the following jokes:
Q: How does a blonde spell Farm?
A: E-I-E-I-O
Q: What did the blond do when she missed the 66 Bus?
A: She took the 33 bus twice instead.
Q: Why did the blonde get fired from the M&M factory?
A: She kept throwing away the "w"s.
Q: What you call a blonde skeleton in a closet?
A: Winner of last year's hide-and-seek contest.
You get the point. That's right...I'm now a brunette. Decided to make a change. Maybe that's what I needed.
Oh yeah, and the icing on the cake?? I'm getting BRACES on Tuesday! Yep, I said braces. So you can call me any of the following: Brace face, metal mouth, tin grin, traintracks, etc. Yippee. But when all is said and done I will have the most perfect set of teeth in the whole world (I can keep telling myself that ok;)??) I actually don't really need braces except to correct what I did to myself in 6th grade that has caused me nothing but grief for the rest of my 30 years. SO, bring the pain!!
Hmm...what else? I have completely finished my Christmas shopping, yahoo for that. It's definitely a yuletide first for me. Of course, now when everyone else needs to Christmas shop, I feel like I should be too so I end up spending more money buying an extra present here and there for everyone. Maybe that's why I never finished early?
Well, I need to try and keep up here. I noticed I went from daily writing, to about every other day or so. To maybe one a week or so. To MAYBE once a month. I just noticed lately that I have no motivation to write anything. Of course, with my new "everything is about to change for the better" plan, I will definitely have to be writing more. At least for my own sanity!!
Adios and hope everyone is enjoying this wonderful time of year (I just love it)!!!
Monday, November 21, 2005
The answer to the burning question...
I'm still waiting in the wings here for a sound "yes" on the job. I talked to him (the doctor) this past week and he said he was "almost ready for me". He needed to finish a couple of things and would let me know this next week what was going on. You know how non-profits are...SO, I'm pretty sure it's a go, but I guess we'll soon see.
On another note, it has come to my attention that I have had absolutely nothing interesting to say for awhile and didn't feel the creative juices flowing. I've attempted some posts a couple of times but ended up just staring at the screen and decided to spare everyone from the drabness occurring at this point. Nothing exciting going on around here at all. Just going through the motions.
Other than that, just gettin' ready for the holly-days...ya know, deckin' the halls (who the hell actually "decks the halls with boughs of holly"? And if you do, could you let me know what that's like?) And while we're on the subject (yes I know, Thanksgiving hasn't even happened yet...but we're already getting ready for Christmas) uh "Don we now our gay apparel"? What's that all about? I prefer the old classics like
Jingle Bells
Batman smells
Robin laid an egg
Batmobile lost it's wheel
And the Joker got away
Hey!
Don't even ask...I think I'm losing my marbles. Probably only one left.
That's it for me! Happy Thanksgiving just in case I have nothing else interesting to say until then!
On another note, it has come to my attention that I have had absolutely nothing interesting to say for awhile and didn't feel the creative juices flowing. I've attempted some posts a couple of times but ended up just staring at the screen and decided to spare everyone from the drabness occurring at this point. Nothing exciting going on around here at all. Just going through the motions.
Other than that, just gettin' ready for the holly-days...ya know, deckin' the halls (who the hell actually "decks the halls with boughs of holly"? And if you do, could you let me know what that's like?) And while we're on the subject (yes I know, Thanksgiving hasn't even happened yet...but we're already getting ready for Christmas) uh "Don we now our gay apparel"? What's that all about? I prefer the old classics like
Jingle Bells
Batman smells
Robin laid an egg
Batmobile lost it's wheel
And the Joker got away
Hey!
Don't even ask...I think I'm losing my marbles. Probably only one left.
That's it for me! Happy Thanksgiving just in case I have nothing else interesting to say until then!
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Have I finally found the one?
Well, if you know me, you know I'm not talking "man" here. Yep, I'm talking J-O-B. I think I got myself a jobby job.
A local doctor created a non-profit for Border youths and is building a baseball complex here. He needs a project manager/fund raiser and I spoke with him for a long time. He's really interested in me and the job sounds phenomenal. Dream job-ish. And the money...hijole!! Let's just say it's about $15K more a year than I've made....ever. Plus he's going to put together a bonus package for me as well, based on what I help bring in.
He's working out details right now but I'm pretty sure that when he said "I just need to work out the figures to get you exactly what you want and get your office cleaned out" that means I got the job? I should know pretty soon. Luckily my friend, who is a pharmaceutical rep, knows him and he happened to mention this. She mentioned me and VOILA! this could be it.
Don't wanna jinx this one...although I probably just did by writing about it, but I hope not!
Hope everyone had a super scary Halloween. I showed my true colors and went dressed as a mental patient. I carried this around all night too
If you can't tell...that's a picture of me and Matthew McConaghuey (cut out from Cosmo). My obsession led to being checked into the loony bin (my sister's idea). I also carried around a urine sample and my "prescription" for antipsychotics. Needless to say it was a super fun night and we cashed about 300 jello shots (who does those anymore?)
A local doctor created a non-profit for Border youths and is building a baseball complex here. He needs a project manager/fund raiser and I spoke with him for a long time. He's really interested in me and the job sounds phenomenal. Dream job-ish. And the money...hijole!! Let's just say it's about $15K more a year than I've made....ever. Plus he's going to put together a bonus package for me as well, based on what I help bring in.
He's working out details right now but I'm pretty sure that when he said "I just need to work out the figures to get you exactly what you want and get your office cleaned out" that means I got the job? I should know pretty soon. Luckily my friend, who is a pharmaceutical rep, knows him and he happened to mention this. She mentioned me and VOILA! this could be it.
Don't wanna jinx this one...although I probably just did by writing about it, but I hope not!
Hope everyone had a super scary Halloween. I showed my true colors and went dressed as a mental patient. I carried this around all night too
If you can't tell...that's a picture of me and Matthew McConaghuey (cut out from Cosmo). My obsession led to being checked into the loony bin (my sister's idea). I also carried around a urine sample and my "prescription" for antipsychotics. Needless to say it was a super fun night and we cashed about 300 jello shots (who does those anymore?)
Monday, October 24, 2005
Is fear a factor for you?
So we decided to mess with the new-and-super-annoying-high-pitched-voice girl today at work. She's nice but seriously, imagine a combination of Fran Drescher mixed with an out of tune violin and some nails on a chalkboard...that's what this girl's voice sounds like. That and the fact that she likes to hear herself talk just about makes me want to slam my head in the walk-in door repeatedly just to drown out the sound.
So, we decided to play our own little initiation version of "Fear Factor". Granted we didn't have emperor scorpions, mutilated monkey butts, or hang gliding into a lake full of deadly pirahnas...but we have lots of food that when mixed together is pretty freakin' disgusting.
We began by slyly asking her what foods she can't stand. We all participated so it seemed we were just making conversation. We'd ask questions and she answered...so clueless the poor thing. Then we set out to make our concoction.
If you are interested, here's what it consists of:
1 little tub of creamer
1 squirt of canned whipped cream
1 table spoon of pesto
1 tablespoon of balsamic vinaigrette
8 sliced onions
3 anchovies
4 lima beans
1 teaspoon of ricotta cheese
a dash of tabasco
1 teaspoon of capers
a dash of fennel
1 teaspoon of the oil from a can of smoked oysters
Put in blender and set to "puree". Pour in a large glass, garnish with a straw and a black olive, and serve to poor unsuspecting new girl.
Ok, so we told her what we were doing but didn't tell her what was in it. Said we'd all done it (which was true except for me...I didn't have to be "initiated") and told her she only had to take 2 gulps.
Funniest shit I've seen all day.
So, we decided to play our own little initiation version of "Fear Factor". Granted we didn't have emperor scorpions, mutilated monkey butts, or hang gliding into a lake full of deadly pirahnas...but we have lots of food that when mixed together is pretty freakin' disgusting.
We began by slyly asking her what foods she can't stand. We all participated so it seemed we were just making conversation. We'd ask questions and she answered...so clueless the poor thing. Then we set out to make our concoction.
If you are interested, here's what it consists of:
1 little tub of creamer
1 squirt of canned whipped cream
1 table spoon of pesto
1 tablespoon of balsamic vinaigrette
8 sliced onions
3 anchovies
4 lima beans
1 teaspoon of ricotta cheese
a dash of tabasco
1 teaspoon of capers
a dash of fennel
1 teaspoon of the oil from a can of smoked oysters
Put in blender and set to "puree". Pour in a large glass, garnish with a straw and a black olive, and serve to poor unsuspecting new girl.
Ok, so we told her what we were doing but didn't tell her what was in it. Said we'd all done it (which was true except for me...I didn't have to be "initiated") and told her she only had to take 2 gulps.
Funniest shit I've seen all day.
Monday, October 17, 2005
What's so great about being 30?
As I embark upon the brand new journey of a decade, beginning today, I really thought about all the positive connotations of turning the big three-oh-no. I'm really not freaking out about being 30, not even the least bit sad really. I was actually so ready to be done with my 20s, as they were of no use to me anymore. Now I'm at the bottom of the 30s instead of being at the top of the 20s, that's better right? So, what are all the good things about being 30? Well, here they are in no particular order.
1. My sexual peak is just beginning (whereas for guys...it was pretty much downhill from 18;)
2. There are lots of people who didn't become who they are until they were in their 30s.
3. I don't have to worry about the "things to do before I turn 30" list anymore. I can relax now!
4. Thirtysomething sounds more dignified than "those twentysomethings".
5. It's the start of something new, and new is good. I feel that this is going to be it. The adventure is just beginning.
6. No matter how old I get, I'll always be the youngest in the family. And I'll always get "you're still young" and that's good enough for me!
7. Men like older women...right? Maybe I can bag some 20 something hottie who wants an older woman;)
8. People will take me more seriously now that I'm in the 30s (and I still get carded!)
9. I will not be forced to take a shot for the number of years I am in age...I mean, who can take 30 shots?
10. 30 IS the new 20!
And those are just some of the reasons I'm ok with turning 30. I actually am excited, I mean my 20s were cool, but they've obviously done nothing for me...except cause the little fine lines and few extra pounds that I have to show for in my 30s. I have a good feeling about this!
1. My sexual peak is just beginning (whereas for guys...it was pretty much downhill from 18;)
2. There are lots of people who didn't become who they are until they were in their 30s.
3. I don't have to worry about the "things to do before I turn 30" list anymore. I can relax now!
4. Thirtysomething sounds more dignified than "those twentysomethings".
5. It's the start of something new, and new is good. I feel that this is going to be it. The adventure is just beginning.
6. No matter how old I get, I'll always be the youngest in the family. And I'll always get "you're still young" and that's good enough for me!
7. Men like older women...right? Maybe I can bag some 20 something hottie who wants an older woman;)
8. People will take me more seriously now that I'm in the 30s (and I still get carded!)
9. I will not be forced to take a shot for the number of years I am in age...I mean, who can take 30 shots?
10. 30 IS the new 20!
And those are just some of the reasons I'm ok with turning 30. I actually am excited, I mean my 20s were cool, but they've obviously done nothing for me...except cause the little fine lines and few extra pounds that I have to show for in my 30s. I have a good feeling about this!
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
What did he just call me?
So, it's been an interesting week, suffice it to say.
On Friday I managed to drop my phone into a drainage gutter in the middle of a parking lot. The ONLY gutter in the entire parking lot of course, and I drop my phone in it. BUT with the help of three stoned teenagers and three of my friends we managed to lift the damn grate (that weighed a million pounds) and get it out. But not before one of the stoners kindly offered to crawl through the sewer to get it out. Pretty cool stuff right there.
I was walking through the parking lot of Target, I get to my car, and I hear "Excuse me." I turn around and there's this guy (around 20) standing there. Here's how the story goes.
Me: Yes?
Him: Um, are you nice?
Me: (???) Uhhh...I like to think so.
Him: Oh good! Well, I'm in this contest you see....and if I win I get a trip to Acapulco. Have you ever been to Acapulco?
Me: (already knowing that he's trying to sell me something) No.
Him: Ask me how I can win.
Me: Do I have to? Oh, alright...How can you win!!!???
Him: I'm glad you asked. You see, it's all based on points. We have to get 20,000 points and right now I'm currently at 15162 (or whatever). Ask me how I get more points.
Me: Let me guess...you sell magazines.
Him: Oh no, these are karaoke songs. You pick one and you sing it and I'll dance.
Me: Sure, right.
Him: Ok, so it's magazines. Now, how many points do I need?
Me: 20000.
Him: Oooh, smart and pretty. Do you have a boyfriend? You can rent me for the rest of the day.
Me: Uh...yeah. Ha ha. I'm not buying any magazines. I already have too many.
Him: Oh, but that's good news b/c I can renew the subscriptions for you. Do you work out or are you naturally fit.
Me: (gagging on the vomit in my mouth) Look, I'm sorry, but I'm not buying any magazines.
Him: blah blah blah (that's all I'm hearing now...cheap flattery and bad salesmanship).
It goes on like this for awhile. I finally tell him no way am I buying magazines, once and for all. So then....
Him: Well, if you're going to be rude and not buy any magazines, can you give me a ride to Walmart?
Me: No!
Him: Come on, I'm totally harmless! You can call my mom or my manager (shows me numbers on his cell phone).
Me: No, I'm sorry. I don't trust people that much.
Him: I thought you said you were nice.
Me: Yeah, I said I'm nice not stupid!!!
Him:(gets the scary look in his eye) WELL YOU MUST BE A REAL DOUCHEBAG!!!!!
What the fuck? A douchebag?!?!? When do guys call girls a douchebag? I can see bitch or whatever(not that any of those would be ok)...but douchebag? He left me speechless, but I wanted to run over his skinny little punk fuckerass. Fucker. So I drove by him, honked, and flipped him off. Made me feel better anyway.
Got super drunk off like 2 margaritas on Saturday during the day at lunch (they were PURE tequila and PURE evil, I'm convinced). Went out for more drinks. Then more. Then decided to go see Robert Randolph and Santana play. Had more drinks. Wanted to go eat afterwards because I was so hungry by that time that I think my stomach was eating itself (it felt that way). And got the slowest waiter in the entire world (who also happened to be this weirdo guy that we know kinda). He got our order all wrong, but it didn't matter because by the time we got our food 2 hours later I was so sick I couldn't even eat. Went home and managed to expel any and all contents of my stomach into the toilet. Great day, Saturday.
So, I have another interview tomorrow and that's all I'm saying. Still waiting to hear back on the group interview job (so we'll see). That's it for me. Peace, I'm outta here!
On Friday I managed to drop my phone into a drainage gutter in the middle of a parking lot. The ONLY gutter in the entire parking lot of course, and I drop my phone in it. BUT with the help of three stoned teenagers and three of my friends we managed to lift the damn grate (that weighed a million pounds) and get it out. But not before one of the stoners kindly offered to crawl through the sewer to get it out. Pretty cool stuff right there.
I was walking through the parking lot of Target, I get to my car, and I hear "Excuse me." I turn around and there's this guy (around 20) standing there. Here's how the story goes.
Me: Yes?
Him: Um, are you nice?
Me: (???) Uhhh...I like to think so.
Him: Oh good! Well, I'm in this contest you see....and if I win I get a trip to Acapulco. Have you ever been to Acapulco?
Me: (already knowing that he's trying to sell me something) No.
Him: Ask me how I can win.
Me: Do I have to? Oh, alright...How can you win!!!???
Him: I'm glad you asked. You see, it's all based on points. We have to get 20,000 points and right now I'm currently at 15162 (or whatever). Ask me how I get more points.
Me: Let me guess...you sell magazines.
Him: Oh no, these are karaoke songs. You pick one and you sing it and I'll dance.
Me: Sure, right.
Him: Ok, so it's magazines. Now, how many points do I need?
Me: 20000.
Him: Oooh, smart and pretty. Do you have a boyfriend? You can rent me for the rest of the day.
Me: Uh...yeah. Ha ha. I'm not buying any magazines. I already have too many.
Him: Oh, but that's good news b/c I can renew the subscriptions for you. Do you work out or are you naturally fit.
Me: (gagging on the vomit in my mouth) Look, I'm sorry, but I'm not buying any magazines.
Him: blah blah blah (that's all I'm hearing now...cheap flattery and bad salesmanship).
It goes on like this for awhile. I finally tell him no way am I buying magazines, once and for all. So then....
Him: Well, if you're going to be rude and not buy any magazines, can you give me a ride to Walmart?
Me: No!
Him: Come on, I'm totally harmless! You can call my mom or my manager (shows me numbers on his cell phone).
Me: No, I'm sorry. I don't trust people that much.
Him: I thought you said you were nice.
Me: Yeah, I said I'm nice not stupid!!!
Him:(gets the scary look in his eye) WELL YOU MUST BE A REAL DOUCHEBAG!!!!!
What the fuck? A douchebag?!?!? When do guys call girls a douchebag? I can see bitch or whatever(not that any of those would be ok)...but douchebag? He left me speechless, but I wanted to run over his skinny little punk fuckerass. Fucker. So I drove by him, honked, and flipped him off. Made me feel better anyway.
Got super drunk off like 2 margaritas on Saturday during the day at lunch (they were PURE tequila and PURE evil, I'm convinced). Went out for more drinks. Then more. Then decided to go see Robert Randolph and Santana play. Had more drinks. Wanted to go eat afterwards because I was so hungry by that time that I think my stomach was eating itself (it felt that way). And got the slowest waiter in the entire world (who also happened to be this weirdo guy that we know kinda). He got our order all wrong, but it didn't matter because by the time we got our food 2 hours later I was so sick I couldn't even eat. Went home and managed to expel any and all contents of my stomach into the toilet. Great day, Saturday.
So, I have another interview tomorrow and that's all I'm saying. Still waiting to hear back on the group interview job (so we'll see). That's it for me. Peace, I'm outta here!
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
The interview
So, I had an interview with a University here the other day. I won't say how it went because whenever I say it went well....well obviously I still don't have a job, so you can see what happens.
It was a group interview...4 interviewers and 11 interviewees all in the same room. Interesting, first time I've ever had one of those.
It seems that there are quite a few Einsteins out there looking for a job too.
We had to go around the room and say who we were and say something memorable. The first few people might as well have said "I'm so and so and I'm a person." That's how memorable their statements were. It got to me and I said "I'm Kelli and I have a fascination with serial killers." I think people will remember that...and the interviewers got a kick out of it. Then everyone followed my lead and said something more interesting than "I'm Joe and you can remember me by my brown hair."
So then we do this group exercise and we had to present it to the room. I got stuck with the female versions of Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumbass. These girls were clueless. The interviewers were walking around and I'm stating my point and I can see her nodding yes and the two girls in my group say "Naw, I don't think that's right." I finally gave in, but you can bet I made my point during the presentation.
Then we have to interview the person next to us and tell the room why we think that person is good for the position. Tweedle-Dumbass is my partner again and she just wants to chit chat. I finally started writing things about me on her paper so she could read them out. She tells me she's been unemployed for 4 months and I said I was too. Big mistake. She proceeds to tell me "We should say that. I tell them you've been unemployed for 4 months and you say the same thing." UH NO! Not really the best idea. She says "Maybe they'll feel bad for us." WTF?! I had to INSIST that she not say that. Luckily she didn't.
At the end of the interview, I was the ONLY person to go to each of the interviewers individually and thank them. One of the interviewers says "Hi Kelli, it's nice to finally meet you. I've heard alot about you and have seen your resume. Good Luck!"
That's good right? And bonus...if I get the job I can go to school for free!! So I decided if this happens I'm going to get my PhD.
From now on folks, that's Dr. Kelli to you;)
It was a group interview...4 interviewers and 11 interviewees all in the same room. Interesting, first time I've ever had one of those.
It seems that there are quite a few Einsteins out there looking for a job too.
We had to go around the room and say who we were and say something memorable. The first few people might as well have said "I'm so and so and I'm a person." That's how memorable their statements were. It got to me and I said "I'm Kelli and I have a fascination with serial killers." I think people will remember that...and the interviewers got a kick out of it. Then everyone followed my lead and said something more interesting than "I'm Joe and you can remember me by my brown hair."
So then we do this group exercise and we had to present it to the room. I got stuck with the female versions of Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumbass. These girls were clueless. The interviewers were walking around and I'm stating my point and I can see her nodding yes and the two girls in my group say "Naw, I don't think that's right." I finally gave in, but you can bet I made my point during the presentation.
Then we have to interview the person next to us and tell the room why we think that person is good for the position. Tweedle-Dumbass is my partner again and she just wants to chit chat. I finally started writing things about me on her paper so she could read them out. She tells me she's been unemployed for 4 months and I said I was too. Big mistake. She proceeds to tell me "We should say that. I tell them you've been unemployed for 4 months and you say the same thing." UH NO! Not really the best idea. She says "Maybe they'll feel bad for us." WTF?! I had to INSIST that she not say that. Luckily she didn't.
At the end of the interview, I was the ONLY person to go to each of the interviewers individually and thank them. One of the interviewers says "Hi Kelli, it's nice to finally meet you. I've heard alot about you and have seen your resume. Good Luck!"
That's good right? And bonus...if I get the job I can go to school for free!! So I decided if this happens I'm going to get my PhD.
From now on folks, that's Dr. Kelli to you;)
Monday, October 03, 2005
Epiphany?
TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND REALIZE HOW COMPLETELY INSANE IT IS THAT YOU ARE ALIVE.
Have you ever done this? Or better yet, thought to do this? I hadn't...not until today anyway. The concept may not be wholly original but for me it was. When you think about it, I mean really think about it it opens up a whole new mindset.
Depression had set in. For what specific reason? Hmm...it could have been any of the numerous reasons you may all be well aware of in my life.
It may have been a step past that. Not just "Am I going to find a job?" but "Am I going to find my dream job?" and of course what follows is "What the hell is my dream job?" What the hell am I looking for and if I find something am I going to be happy with it because every so often I take a look around and feel like no matter what, the grass is always greener?
Not just "Where do I want to be?" but "Is that really where I want to be or is it just a fleeting idea that I have right now?" I have the power to rationalize any idea that pops into my head...and then turn around again and think "That was a dumbass idea."
Not even just "Am I going to find that special someone?" but "Am I going to find that special someone here or somewhere else, and when I find them is it going to be great or just "time"?"
And these are just on the surface...thoughts that pop into my head. I have the ability to create dreams and then shatter them all inside my head in a matter of minutes, hours, or days.
Bear with me here. Then there's the outlandish thoughts. The ones where I get depressed (how sad is this) because I'm so far from being "famous" or a person who is "noteworthy"...making a name for myself in the world. Will I ever get there or just give up and settle for being "mediocre"? I've always felt that I have some bigger purpose and I'm so far from a "bigger purpose" right now that I just feel like resigning to the idea of being "eh".
So, those thoughts pop into my head...I'm bummed, start thinking about something, get excited, bring up the "what ifs", start to doubt, and then get down all over again. Mind you this is not on a daily basis and after rereading this...I think I'm sounding a bit nuts. Are we all a bit nuts inside our own heads? I just wonder what it would be like to be inside other people's heads and hear their thoughts for a bit...just to see if I'm in the majority or minority.
I digress....so the whole point of this post is "Take a deep breath and realize how completely insane it is that you are alive."
I read that today. I did that today.
I mean, I really did that today.
I sat and I thought about it. About living in general and life and all of those good things. Yes, people have worries and problems and doubts and fallen hopes and dreams and sadness....and just to be alive and feel anything at all really is completely insane. A wonder to behold. We are so complex...not just mentally and emotionally...but physically too.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that all of that thinking and pondering I did today...it changed my outlook on a lot of things. I'm happy in the skin I'm in and I think I've already done great things. Touched peoples' lives. Been a great person and have lived to the best of my ability...to date. And I'm going to keep on and keep on. Just thought I'd share.
Have you ever done this? Or better yet, thought to do this? I hadn't...not until today anyway. The concept may not be wholly original but for me it was. When you think about it, I mean really think about it it opens up a whole new mindset.
Depression had set in. For what specific reason? Hmm...it could have been any of the numerous reasons you may all be well aware of in my life.
It may have been a step past that. Not just "Am I going to find a job?" but "Am I going to find my dream job?" and of course what follows is "What the hell is my dream job?" What the hell am I looking for and if I find something am I going to be happy with it because every so often I take a look around and feel like no matter what, the grass is always greener?
Not just "Where do I want to be?" but "Is that really where I want to be or is it just a fleeting idea that I have right now?" I have the power to rationalize any idea that pops into my head...and then turn around again and think "That was a dumbass idea."
Not even just "Am I going to find that special someone?" but "Am I going to find that special someone here or somewhere else, and when I find them is it going to be great or just "time"?"
And these are just on the surface...thoughts that pop into my head. I have the ability to create dreams and then shatter them all inside my head in a matter of minutes, hours, or days.
Bear with me here. Then there's the outlandish thoughts. The ones where I get depressed (how sad is this) because I'm so far from being "famous" or a person who is "noteworthy"...making a name for myself in the world. Will I ever get there or just give up and settle for being "mediocre"? I've always felt that I have some bigger purpose and I'm so far from a "bigger purpose" right now that I just feel like resigning to the idea of being "eh".
So, those thoughts pop into my head...I'm bummed, start thinking about something, get excited, bring up the "what ifs", start to doubt, and then get down all over again. Mind you this is not on a daily basis and after rereading this...I think I'm sounding a bit nuts. Are we all a bit nuts inside our own heads? I just wonder what it would be like to be inside other people's heads and hear their thoughts for a bit...just to see if I'm in the majority or minority.
I digress....so the whole point of this post is "Take a deep breath and realize how completely insane it is that you are alive."
I read that today. I did that today.
I mean, I really did that today.
I sat and I thought about it. About living in general and life and all of those good things. Yes, people have worries and problems and doubts and fallen hopes and dreams and sadness....and just to be alive and feel anything at all really is completely insane. A wonder to behold. We are so complex...not just mentally and emotionally...but physically too.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that all of that thinking and pondering I did today...it changed my outlook on a lot of things. I'm happy in the skin I'm in and I think I've already done great things. Touched peoples' lives. Been a great person and have lived to the best of my ability...to date. And I'm going to keep on and keep on. Just thought I'd share.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
And they lived bipolarly(?) ever after
Once upon a time there were two "princes" who ruled over the land of Pizzeria. Pizzeria was once a peaceful place, where people got along merrily and work was done in good nature and cheer. Then the princes took over Pizzeria and things began to go sour.
These princes weren't your ordinary princes, whom we envision as handsome and charming...quite the opposite indeed.
The first and oldest prince, Prince Freak, was prone to violent outbursts when things were not going his way and would pitch a fit at the first inkling of turbulence. When a Pizzerian went to the prince for advice or for help, the prince often blew up and went into a vicious tirade for no apparent reason. He would yell at guests of Pizzeria, when all the guests wanted to do was learn about the kingdom. Plus, this prince was a big dork.
The second prince, Prince Loser, was more up and down. One minute he would have the kingdom in stitches and the next he was berating them like children. He could go from laughing and joking to scolding and humiliating in the blink of an eye. He may then be extremely mean for the rest of the day...or he could perk right up and be fine again.
Prince Loser was on a huge power trip though, after Prince Freak made him the "Prince On Duty" while Prince Freak was away. Prince Loser was so ecstatic that he could hardly contain himself. His love for the power and the glory increased tenfold.
One day, while Prince Loser was minding the kingdom, the people had finally had enough and there was an uprising. Prince Loser shouted "You little insignificant wretches of Pizzeria...how dare you rise up against me. You have no sense. You couldn't survive without me, yet you Pizzerians are completely replaceable. We don't need you here...new citizens will not be hard to find!!"
Yet, many people throughout the lands knew of Pizzeria and of the unstable princes. No one would ever want to live under their rule, and the people of Pizzeria knew this. After hearing this threat countless times, the Pizzerians had had enough.
A joyful procession made their way out of the kingdom just as Prince Freak returned from his journey. Prince Freak was aghast and asked "What is the meaning of this? Where are our people going?" Prince Loser replied "They have abandoned their city and their loyalty to Pizzeria. Those people are not worthy of being called Pizzerians. We shall search the lands to find new residents."
And so it was. Prince Freak and Loser searched the country far and wide for new residents, but to no avail. The word had spread about the Princes and no one was willing to go to Pizzeria. Not even the downtrodden or diseased.
In the end, the two Princes ruled a peopleless kingdom and became quite fond of each other (ie: gay) and fought constantly, as two crazies would.
These princes weren't your ordinary princes, whom we envision as handsome and charming...quite the opposite indeed.
The first and oldest prince, Prince Freak, was prone to violent outbursts when things were not going his way and would pitch a fit at the first inkling of turbulence. When a Pizzerian went to the prince for advice or for help, the prince often blew up and went into a vicious tirade for no apparent reason. He would yell at guests of Pizzeria, when all the guests wanted to do was learn about the kingdom. Plus, this prince was a big dork.
The second prince, Prince Loser, was more up and down. One minute he would have the kingdom in stitches and the next he was berating them like children. He could go from laughing and joking to scolding and humiliating in the blink of an eye. He may then be extremely mean for the rest of the day...or he could perk right up and be fine again.
Prince Loser was on a huge power trip though, after Prince Freak made him the "Prince On Duty" while Prince Freak was away. Prince Loser was so ecstatic that he could hardly contain himself. His love for the power and the glory increased tenfold.
One day, while Prince Loser was minding the kingdom, the people had finally had enough and there was an uprising. Prince Loser shouted "You little insignificant wretches of Pizzeria...how dare you rise up against me. You have no sense. You couldn't survive without me, yet you Pizzerians are completely replaceable. We don't need you here...new citizens will not be hard to find!!"
Yet, many people throughout the lands knew of Pizzeria and of the unstable princes. No one would ever want to live under their rule, and the people of Pizzeria knew this. After hearing this threat countless times, the Pizzerians had had enough.
A joyful procession made their way out of the kingdom just as Prince Freak returned from his journey. Prince Freak was aghast and asked "What is the meaning of this? Where are our people going?" Prince Loser replied "They have abandoned their city and their loyalty to Pizzeria. Those people are not worthy of being called Pizzerians. We shall search the lands to find new residents."
And so it was. Prince Freak and Loser searched the country far and wide for new residents, but to no avail. The word had spread about the Princes and no one was willing to go to Pizzeria. Not even the downtrodden or diseased.
In the end, the two Princes ruled a peopleless kingdom and became quite fond of each other (ie: gay) and fought constantly, as two crazies would.
Monday, September 19, 2005
And so it is....
Well, my grandfather passed away today. It's been rough going for the past week or so. In the end though, it was better that he go peacefully, which he did.
We spent much of the past week with him at home, just being near him. His best friend was there, his family, everyone who knew and loved him passed through their doors. I know that even though he wasn't "with it" the majority of the time, he knew we were there, and that was comforting. It was difficult seeing him like that, confined to bed and not being able to do anything for himself.
He was always a strong man, worked right up until the end. He was independent, was in love with his college football team whose every games he never missed. If he could have and if we would have let him, he would have been at their game on Saturday. He still had a little fight left now and then and really wanted to get up, but it's better for him now....he's peaceful.
He lived a long, meaningful life and had lots of fun and had so many who loved him. It's sad to see life come full circle but inevitable nonetheless.
We are all doing well and have the love of our great family to get through this. Unfortunately this means no trip to Austin for me...but there will plenty more ACL shows and only one time where I will get to pay tribute to a man who had such a profound impact on me and the people around me. As I was typing this, I heard his name on the news..."Mr. Aggie" they called him. What a great tribute they did to him. The college is donating memorabilia so that his family can do what we knew he'd love...come decked out in the school colors.
He will be missed but always remembered.
We spent much of the past week with him at home, just being near him. His best friend was there, his family, everyone who knew and loved him passed through their doors. I know that even though he wasn't "with it" the majority of the time, he knew we were there, and that was comforting. It was difficult seeing him like that, confined to bed and not being able to do anything for himself.
He was always a strong man, worked right up until the end. He was independent, was in love with his college football team whose every games he never missed. If he could have and if we would have let him, he would have been at their game on Saturday. He still had a little fight left now and then and really wanted to get up, but it's better for him now....he's peaceful.
He lived a long, meaningful life and had lots of fun and had so many who loved him. It's sad to see life come full circle but inevitable nonetheless.
We are all doing well and have the love of our great family to get through this. Unfortunately this means no trip to Austin for me...but there will plenty more ACL shows and only one time where I will get to pay tribute to a man who had such a profound impact on me and the people around me. As I was typing this, I heard his name on the news..."Mr. Aggie" they called him. What a great tribute they did to him. The college is donating memorabilia so that his family can do what we knew he'd love...come decked out in the school colors.
He will be missed but always remembered.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
I'm a schizophrenic and so am I
I am the absolute worst, I mean worst, at trying to figure out what the hell I'm going to do. As it stands right now, I've decided to say see ya to Palm Springs and hello to Phoenix. I just didn't want to live in Palm Springs and the one person I'd be near would be my ex. I mean, we're still friends but that just puts me in a situation I probably will regret. SO, Phoenix it is. My sister has contacts up the wazoo and we are going to find me a job there (I know what you guys are thinking...yeah right, because so far nothing has happened with me;) It just seems like there's always something.
Well, on another note....my 94 year old grandfather is going downhill pretty quickly. Yes, I am sad, but he has had a long great life. He went code red on Monday night but they brought him back. He's a trooper, that one. I don't know how much longer he can last, but I'm just trying to enjoy the last bit of time we have with him.
And lastly, I don't know what the hell I did but I woke up yesterday with the WORST neck/back/shoulder pain. Pain so bad it made my stomach hurt. I went to my massage therapist friend's house and she made me ice it and then she tried to get out the knots. It helped for a bit but I was in so much pain last night I could even sleep. Still hurts like a son of a bitch. Can't really turn my head either way or do anything. If I just sit here and don't move it hurts.
So, those are my latest gripes and revelations. I really do need like a life guide, something like the monopoly cards that tell me exactly what to do and when to do it. Or like a magic 8 ball that really works. My life would be so much easier. Maybe I'll go get my palm read or have cards done or something.
Well, on another note....my 94 year old grandfather is going downhill pretty quickly. Yes, I am sad, but he has had a long great life. He went code red on Monday night but they brought him back. He's a trooper, that one. I don't know how much longer he can last, but I'm just trying to enjoy the last bit of time we have with him.
And lastly, I don't know what the hell I did but I woke up yesterday with the WORST neck/back/shoulder pain. Pain so bad it made my stomach hurt. I went to my massage therapist friend's house and she made me ice it and then she tried to get out the knots. It helped for a bit but I was in so much pain last night I could even sleep. Still hurts like a son of a bitch. Can't really turn my head either way or do anything. If I just sit here and don't move it hurts.
So, those are my latest gripes and revelations. I really do need like a life guide, something like the monopoly cards that tell me exactly what to do and when to do it. Or like a magic 8 ball that really works. My life would be so much easier. Maybe I'll go get my palm read or have cards done or something.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Tips from a waitress
Yeah, waitresses...er, I mean "servers" give tips too. But more like in the form of advice. Here they are in no particular order.
1. If I ask you if you're ready to order, be ready. Don't say "yes" and then say "Sally, what do you want? Well, what kind of pizza do you have?" That's annoying and it wastes my time.
2. If I ask for your drink order, that means all I have time for right now is drinks. Don't say "We're ready to order" when you see that I have 3 other tables that just sat down and there are beads of perspiration on my forehead.
3. If one person asks for something, you'd better damn well speak up if you want some too. Don't wait until I go get it and come back to your table and then say you want one too. That pisses me off.
4. Don't ask if we have free refills.
5. Don't ask the price of EVERYTHING, that's what the fuckin' menu is for.
6. Don't drink your drink so fast when you see the restaurant is busy and it's obvious I'm the only person working. You do that and you just better be prepared to be thirsty.
7. Don't ask for something and then not use it.
8. Don't tell me that I'm the greatest server in the world and then tip me $2 on a $60 tab. You suck.
9. Don't say "hey lady" when you want my attention.
10. Don't change your mind 30 times and make me scratch out the whole damn ticket.
11. Don't talk on your cell phone when it's time to order and ignore me and make me wait.
12. Don't ignore me and talk to each other when I'm trying to get your order.
13. Don't act like you're the only table I have...you're not and I'm not gonna fuckin' put up with it.
14. Don't walk in the restaurant 5 minutes before closing, order a bottle of wine and stay for an hour and a half AFTER we're closed.
15. Don't bitch that I'm sweeping near your table when you're still sitting there after we've been closed for an hour and a half.
16. Don't try to beg us to serve you another drink AFTER we've given last call...and we've been closed for an hour and a half.
17. Don't be shitty when you want to order more food AFTER....you know the drill.
18. Don't call in the middle of a rush to order food to go and then ask about everything on our menu.
19. Don't blame me when the kitchen messes up your food.
20. Cut us some fuckin' slack....after all, we ARE the ones who handle your food;)
There's plenty more where that came from...but seriously, if you've never worked in a restaurant it's not easy and it's pretty thankless. Remember, tips are our livelihood...we get paid shit by the hour.
Thanks for playing!
1. If I ask you if you're ready to order, be ready. Don't say "yes" and then say "Sally, what do you want? Well, what kind of pizza do you have?" That's annoying and it wastes my time.
2. If I ask for your drink order, that means all I have time for right now is drinks. Don't say "We're ready to order" when you see that I have 3 other tables that just sat down and there are beads of perspiration on my forehead.
3. If one person asks for something, you'd better damn well speak up if you want some too. Don't wait until I go get it and come back to your table and then say you want one too. That pisses me off.
4. Don't ask if we have free refills.
5. Don't ask the price of EVERYTHING, that's what the fuckin' menu is for.
6. Don't drink your drink so fast when you see the restaurant is busy and it's obvious I'm the only person working. You do that and you just better be prepared to be thirsty.
7. Don't ask for something and then not use it.
8. Don't tell me that I'm the greatest server in the world and then tip me $2 on a $60 tab. You suck.
9. Don't say "hey lady" when you want my attention.
10. Don't change your mind 30 times and make me scratch out the whole damn ticket.
11. Don't talk on your cell phone when it's time to order and ignore me and make me wait.
12. Don't ignore me and talk to each other when I'm trying to get your order.
13. Don't act like you're the only table I have...you're not and I'm not gonna fuckin' put up with it.
14. Don't walk in the restaurant 5 minutes before closing, order a bottle of wine and stay for an hour and a half AFTER we're closed.
15. Don't bitch that I'm sweeping near your table when you're still sitting there after we've been closed for an hour and a half.
16. Don't try to beg us to serve you another drink AFTER we've given last call...and we've been closed for an hour and a half.
17. Don't be shitty when you want to order more food AFTER....you know the drill.
18. Don't call in the middle of a rush to order food to go and then ask about everything on our menu.
19. Don't blame me when the kitchen messes up your food.
20. Cut us some fuckin' slack....after all, we ARE the ones who handle your food;)
There's plenty more where that came from...but seriously, if you've never worked in a restaurant it's not easy and it's pretty thankless. Remember, tips are our livelihood...we get paid shit by the hour.
Thanks for playing!
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Opportunity Knocks?
Do I answer?
Dilemma:
I received a call from a friend in California whose mother works for a homebuilder. Great company. She needs someone to come in and do marketing, scheduling, etc. (more details to come) and it's good pay to start with a great opportunity for advancement and more moeny in the near future...in Palm Springs.
Not my first choice for a city to live in, but the opportunity is great.
Now, what's been driving me nuts is...well, me I guess.
I can't decide if it's ok for me to leave. My mom, that is. I know she would never want to hold me back from a great chance, but there's this "thing" nagging at me. What if something happens and I'm not here? What if I regret the time that I'll lose with her if I leave? What if...what if...what if?
I'm on the fence here and I don't know what to do. There's nothing (jobwise) for me here. I haven't been able to find anything worth anything, so this is the perfect chance right? Or is it right?
If only there was something or someone that could tell me what was the right thing to do. I'm bad at making decisions like this. I'm a Libra...we're good at being indecisive.
I just don't know. Any words of wisdom out there for a confused, unemployed, indecisive girl with a lot on her mind?
Dilemma:
I received a call from a friend in California whose mother works for a homebuilder. Great company. She needs someone to come in and do marketing, scheduling, etc. (more details to come) and it's good pay to start with a great opportunity for advancement and more moeny in the near future...in Palm Springs.
Not my first choice for a city to live in, but the opportunity is great.
Now, what's been driving me nuts is...well, me I guess.
I can't decide if it's ok for me to leave. My mom, that is. I know she would never want to hold me back from a great chance, but there's this "thing" nagging at me. What if something happens and I'm not here? What if I regret the time that I'll lose with her if I leave? What if...what if...what if?
I'm on the fence here and I don't know what to do. There's nothing (jobwise) for me here. I haven't been able to find anything worth anything, so this is the perfect chance right? Or is it right?
If only there was something or someone that could tell me what was the right thing to do. I'm bad at making decisions like this. I'm a Libra...we're good at being indecisive.
I just don't know. Any words of wisdom out there for a confused, unemployed, indecisive girl with a lot on her mind?
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
ACL baby!
So I decided to say "Screw it, I need some fun!" I'm going to Austin City Limits festival and I'm super duper stoked!! I can't wait... Coldplay, Widespread Panic, Jason Mraz, Black Crowes, Allman Brothers, Drive By Truckers, Robert Randolph, Gov't Mule...and so many more. I can't wait!! September 22nd I'll be on a plane to Austin! Well, just thought I'd share the excitement!
Oh, I borrowed this from jess and it's so worth the time! Me? I got a 91...not too shabby!
Oh, I borrowed this from jess and it's so worth the time! Me? I got a 91...not too shabby!
Saturday, August 20, 2005
The human bulldozer
That's right...step right up. Hurry hurry! You've never seen anything like this before folks. Come one, come all to witness the phenomena that is "The Human Bulldozer"!!
She paves the way so her (insert rude word) ass can get through any spot, tight or not!!
She shoves and pokes, get out of her way!!
She mumbles "excuse me" without really meaning it to get by!!
This, my lovely friends, is this dumb ass beotch that I work with. It's only once a week that I'm grazed (yes, grazed) with her presence. This girl... damn I kinda wanna punch her in the face. But only enough to let her know that she's annoying me and everyone else at work. She's rude, she's bossy, and she's downright uh.... well just a freakin' bitch.
For example, here I am in the middle of a slammed Friday night, getting my drinks for a table...minding my own business when she comes plowing through. There's no waiting for her, oh no...throw patience to the wind! And she walks right up behind you...and pokes you in the freakin' kidneys with her stupid finger three times. UGHHH! That pissed me off!!!! Then, next time around, she does the hand on the back thing, but not nicely...it's a definite shove. And it's not just me...one of the other girls gets pissed and tells her to back off. To which the bulldozer replies "Dude, just chill." Uhh...I'm so not your "dude". You and I...we're not on "dude" terms, k? Thanks.
So (and she's a hostess at the restaurant and this is part of her job) I tell her "The kid at table 6 spilled his coke, could you please get the mop?" She looks at me a bit defiantly (even though I said it as nicely as possible) and goes over there. I walk by and say thanks and she says "Yeah, you should be thankful." To which I reply "Excuse me?!?!" And I get a "Just kidding" all snotty like. I about knocked her damn look off her face. But I don't think that people in the restaurant are fond of bloodshed... at least not til after they're finished eating.
I mean, whatever she is doing is automatically the most important thing in the world and you have to clear a path or she'll clear it for you. I mean, common courtesy is when I and someone else are about to cross paths...I pause so they can go ahead. Her? Oh no...there's no courtesy pause. She'll knock you down, I swear it. I honestly don't even think I'm doing her justice with my description. It's unbelievable. There are times when I know I'm not in her way but she plows through me just because. It's like "I'm gonna be walking in that area in like 20 minutes, so excuse me!!"
And while I'm on the subject of the nuts at work....here's a little tidbit from the owner of the restaurant. He's like a jekyll and hyde. One minute he's calm...but if you piss him off....talk about Sybill! And let's just say he's not really what you and I like to call a "people person". He told this old man to go to hell. Actually...I take that back, he didn't tell him....he screamed it at him. I mean, the old man was being a jerk and it was pretty funny, but shit...see what I have to deal with;)? He's thrown money back at people and told them to get the fuck outta there, he called this man an alcoholic, pretty much a nut.
So, I had to vent a bit...but it actually is pretty funny. All of it. Entertaining to say the least...plus the money is sweet. Damn people are crazy!
She paves the way so her (insert rude word) ass can get through any spot, tight or not!!
She shoves and pokes, get out of her way!!
She mumbles "excuse me" without really meaning it to get by!!
This, my lovely friends, is this dumb ass beotch that I work with. It's only once a week that I'm grazed (yes, grazed) with her presence. This girl... damn I kinda wanna punch her in the face. But only enough to let her know that she's annoying me and everyone else at work. She's rude, she's bossy, and she's downright uh.... well just a freakin' bitch.
For example, here I am in the middle of a slammed Friday night, getting my drinks for a table...minding my own business when she comes plowing through. There's no waiting for her, oh no...throw patience to the wind! And she walks right up behind you...and pokes you in the freakin' kidneys with her stupid finger three times. UGHHH! That pissed me off!!!! Then, next time around, she does the hand on the back thing, but not nicely...it's a definite shove. And it's not just me...one of the other girls gets pissed and tells her to back off. To which the bulldozer replies "Dude, just chill." Uhh...I'm so not your "dude". You and I...we're not on "dude" terms, k? Thanks.
So (and she's a hostess at the restaurant and this is part of her job) I tell her "The kid at table 6 spilled his coke, could you please get the mop?" She looks at me a bit defiantly (even though I said it as nicely as possible) and goes over there. I walk by and say thanks and she says "Yeah, you should be thankful." To which I reply "Excuse me?!?!" And I get a "Just kidding" all snotty like. I about knocked her damn look off her face. But I don't think that people in the restaurant are fond of bloodshed... at least not til after they're finished eating.
I mean, whatever she is doing is automatically the most important thing in the world and you have to clear a path or she'll clear it for you. I mean, common courtesy is when I and someone else are about to cross paths...I pause so they can go ahead. Her? Oh no...there's no courtesy pause. She'll knock you down, I swear it. I honestly don't even think I'm doing her justice with my description. It's unbelievable. There are times when I know I'm not in her way but she plows through me just because. It's like "I'm gonna be walking in that area in like 20 minutes, so excuse me!!"
And while I'm on the subject of the nuts at work....here's a little tidbit from the owner of the restaurant. He's like a jekyll and hyde. One minute he's calm...but if you piss him off....talk about Sybill! And let's just say he's not really what you and I like to call a "people person". He told this old man to go to hell. Actually...I take that back, he didn't tell him....he screamed it at him. I mean, the old man was being a jerk and it was pretty funny, but shit...see what I have to deal with;)? He's thrown money back at people and told them to get the fuck outta there, he called this man an alcoholic, pretty much a nut.
So, I had to vent a bit...but it actually is pretty funny. All of it. Entertaining to say the least...plus the money is sweet. Damn people are crazy!
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Can't a girl catch a break?
Well, sorry people but here we go again. Pity...party of 1! I'm beginning to wonder what the reason is. You know the "everything happens for a reason" reason? See...if one more shitty thing happens I'm gonna have to bust some chops. I won't go into the detail about all this, but lets just say this crap has got to stop.
Now, I know all about karma and all that good stuff, but I like to think that I should have a flood of good karma coming my way. I'm super nice to people, I do things for other people all the time (and don't boast about it...I actually enjoy it), I have what I like to think is a great heart. So what the hell?? I'm wondering if the karma fairy might be saving it all up for me so that I become the girl who won the lottery eight times in one year, mistakenly discovered the cure for cancer (and anuerysms), ended world hunger and poverty, and created peace throughout the world. I mean shit...I'm bound to at least get one of the above.
Have you guys ever played that "what good luck, what bad luck game?" I actually think I posted about it once....yeah, here it is. Well, here's another one that fits in there:
What good luck...I got a pretty cool job offer
What bad luck...the pay sucks and it's only part time.
Thing is...I'm probably making more money waiting tables and mooching off the government than I did when I had a "real" job. My ex boss called me the other day and our conversation was a little something like this:
Me: Hello?
Him: Well, congratulations.
Me: Huh?
Him: I'm calling to congratulate you.
Me: Uh, for what?
Him: I heard (ad agency) hired you for the job you'd been wanting.
Me: Oh really?
Him: Yeah, that's awesome.
Me: Funny, if they hired me, they forgot to tell me about it.
Him: What do you mean?
Me: Uhhh, I mean if they hired me no one told me. I'm not working there.
Him: Really?!?! Well...but...I mean I heard it from a reliable person. It didn't sound like gossip or anything.
Me: Well, then if your source is reliable I'd better go pick up my paycheck.
Nice huh? And to top it all off...the owner of the company I used to work for came into eat at the restaurant I'm working at and sat in my section. Awesome. So embarrassing. I also wanted to smack him upside the head.
Oh well...things I know will get better, but this is my place for depressing, boring, or excited rants. Too bad they've all been pretty depressing lately. I'm hoping that's gonna change here pretty quick.Until then...I'm out.
Now, I know all about karma and all that good stuff, but I like to think that I should have a flood of good karma coming my way. I'm super nice to people, I do things for other people all the time (and don't boast about it...I actually enjoy it), I have what I like to think is a great heart. So what the hell?? I'm wondering if the karma fairy might be saving it all up for me so that I become the girl who won the lottery eight times in one year, mistakenly discovered the cure for cancer (and anuerysms), ended world hunger and poverty, and created peace throughout the world. I mean shit...I'm bound to at least get one of the above.
Have you guys ever played that "what good luck, what bad luck game?" I actually think I posted about it once....yeah, here it is. Well, here's another one that fits in there:
What good luck...I got a pretty cool job offer
What bad luck...the pay sucks and it's only part time.
Thing is...I'm probably making more money waiting tables and mooching off the government than I did when I had a "real" job. My ex boss called me the other day and our conversation was a little something like this:
Me: Hello?
Him: Well, congratulations.
Me: Huh?
Him: I'm calling to congratulate you.
Me: Uh, for what?
Him: I heard (ad agency) hired you for the job you'd been wanting.
Me: Oh really?
Him: Yeah, that's awesome.
Me: Funny, if they hired me, they forgot to tell me about it.
Him: What do you mean?
Me: Uhhh, I mean if they hired me no one told me. I'm not working there.
Him: Really?!?! Well...but...I mean I heard it from a reliable person. It didn't sound like gossip or anything.
Me: Well, then if your source is reliable I'd better go pick up my paycheck.
Nice huh? And to top it all off...the owner of the company I used to work for came into eat at the restaurant I'm working at and sat in my section. Awesome. So embarrassing. I also wanted to smack him upside the head.
Oh well...things I know will get better, but this is my place for depressing, boring, or excited rants. Too bad they've all been pretty depressing lately. I'm hoping that's gonna change here pretty quick.Until then...I'm out.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Enough with the doom and gloom already
I'm tired of it all so I decided that I'm now taking the "glass half full" approach.
I moved back to this city (that I'm not totally crazy about) for a reason. It was meant to be. My mom got sick and I was able to be here for it. Now I'm unemployed (well...I don't have a "real" job) but I think that's for the same reason. I'm able to spend this time with my mom and that's important. Regardless of what happens in the very near future at least I'll always have this time right now that I've gotten to spend with her. I'm not sure what's going to happen although we got a pretty good idea. That's about it on that.
I think I finally have figured out why I can't find a job. And all this time I've been wondering what the hell was wrong. I found it. According to Emily Post’s book “The Etiquette Advantage in Business” here's some key interview info:
"Never wear anything sloppy, tight or revealing to an interview(Oh crap...so the women interviewers don't live the cleavage shot?)
High-quality, tailored business suits are always appropriate for both men and women. And don’t forget the details: Make sure your shoes and accessories are clean and polished(I KNEW I shouldn't have worn my dress pumps on that hike through the desert! They looked sorta black still.)
Clothes may make the (wo)man, but hair and hygiene are crucial(Here we go). You never want an interviewer to smell you before they see you, so always bathe the morning of the interview(D'oh!!!! Bathe, bathe, bathe...my new mantra), use a good-quality bath soap and deodorant(so for us poor people...if we can't afford "good-quality" then we're screwed because if it isn't good quality then we won't get a job and if we don't get a job then we won't be able to bathe with "good quality" toiletries... a tautology if I've ever heard one;), and avoid wearing perfume or cologne(shit, there goes the alternative to bathing)."
I guess I should probably stop talking about how big of a jackass by ex boss was too;)
So you see people, I've been doing it all wrong. Now if I can just remember this stuff I could be a CEO by next week! Still hot on the trail of my dream job...I can see it just over the horizon, just a few more miles to go.
My favorite thing though, is when people say "With your background and education, you shouldn't have any problems finding a job." Oh really? You'd think that wouldn't you? I guess if I wanted any old job I could have one by now but I figure "Hey, this is a good time to be picky...I'm actually doing pretty well for myself."
I never did get to talk about my super fun lake trip...it was a blast. Was forced to listen to spanish "cumbia" music on the way up. Almost went nuts from that. We jet skiied, we partied, we got a little stoopid. Got attacked by bees, wasps, hornets. Almost let the jet ski float out in the middle of the lake. Lost sunglasses in the lake. Found said sunglasses with my knee in the lake 5 hours later. Here's a slight picumentary for you all.
The sky was beautiful on the way up and since I was being tortured by the music of the gays, I needed to keep myself occupado.
I moved back to this city (that I'm not totally crazy about) for a reason. It was meant to be. My mom got sick and I was able to be here for it. Now I'm unemployed (well...I don't have a "real" job) but I think that's for the same reason. I'm able to spend this time with my mom and that's important. Regardless of what happens in the very near future at least I'll always have this time right now that I've gotten to spend with her. I'm not sure what's going to happen although we got a pretty good idea. That's about it on that.
I think I finally have figured out why I can't find a job. And all this time I've been wondering what the hell was wrong. I found it. According to Emily Post’s book “The Etiquette Advantage in Business” here's some key interview info:
"Never wear anything sloppy, tight or revealing to an interview(Oh crap...so the women interviewers don't live the cleavage shot?)
High-quality, tailored business suits are always appropriate for both men and women. And don’t forget the details: Make sure your shoes and accessories are clean and polished(I KNEW I shouldn't have worn my dress pumps on that hike through the desert! They looked sorta black still.)
Clothes may make the (wo)man, but hair and hygiene are crucial(Here we go). You never want an interviewer to smell you before they see you, so always bathe the morning of the interview(D'oh!!!! Bathe, bathe, bathe...my new mantra), use a good-quality bath soap and deodorant(so for us poor people...if we can't afford "good-quality" then we're screwed because if it isn't good quality then we won't get a job and if we don't get a job then we won't be able to bathe with "good quality" toiletries... a tautology if I've ever heard one;), and avoid wearing perfume or cologne(shit, there goes the alternative to bathing)."
I guess I should probably stop talking about how big of a jackass by ex boss was too;)
So you see people, I've been doing it all wrong. Now if I can just remember this stuff I could be a CEO by next week! Still hot on the trail of my dream job...I can see it just over the horizon, just a few more miles to go.
My favorite thing though, is when people say "With your background and education, you shouldn't have any problems finding a job." Oh really? You'd think that wouldn't you? I guess if I wanted any old job I could have one by now but I figure "Hey, this is a good time to be picky...I'm actually doing pretty well for myself."
I never did get to talk about my super fun lake trip...it was a blast. Was forced to listen to spanish "cumbia" music on the way up. Almost went nuts from that. We jet skiied, we partied, we got a little stoopid. Got attacked by bees, wasps, hornets. Almost let the jet ski float out in the middle of the lake. Lost sunglasses in the lake. Found said sunglasses with my knee in the lake 5 hours later. Here's a slight picumentary for you all.
The sky was beautiful on the way up and since I was being tortured by the music of the gays, I needed to keep myself occupado.
Another shot from the car...what a great day for the lake!
Now, as you can see I was bored. This was at the checkpoint into New Mexico. Ain't it a beaut?!
The Big Drink. Elephant's Butt (Elephant Butte) in beautiful Truth or Consequences, NM. Gotta love the name of the town. Trailer parks as far as the eye can see and rotten fish as far as the nose can smell.
"Hey, I think that rope is stuck in the jet ski propeller." Oh yeah, you bet I did that. That's me, the driver. With the red flag and the broken jet ski (that isn't mine).
"No hard feelin's...right guys? Right?" Took about an hour and a half and a case a beer to get that piece of crap blue rope out of the propeller! And yes, they did let me drive it later.
The sandcastle I built while waiting for the guys to fix the jet ski I broke and almost ruined the trip! Awesome!
So, there's a little bit of my trip...sorry I didn't get pictures of my friend doing a naked fire dance and then leaping over the fire and singeing his....well, it wasn't his eyebrows if you know what I mean.
Peace, I'm outta here.
Friday, July 29, 2005
I think I jinxed myself
Yep, I think I need to just shut up when I'm thinking about something because it always bites me in the ass.
- No job as of yet. Still waiting to hear back butI've had more interviews and second interviews and third interviews...but I'm still waiting.
- Worst thing in the world...my mom's cancer is back with a vengeance. I don't know if it's beatable this time, but we're going to try our damnedest. Fucking dumbass doctors. Never even did another CT scan to see if there was more cancer growing...just kept saying "Boy, she looks good." We got a new doctor (too bad she wasn't the original one) who is awesome but it has gotten so bad. We think maybe she never was in remission. When the new doc called the old one he says ...."Well, but she looked so good!" the new doc says "She still looks good!" Stupid dumbass idiot doctor. I want to beat his ass. We want him to go down (although not necessarily monetarily) but I want everyone to know that he's a freakin' asshole loser dumbass. Can you tell I'm pissed? Other than that, I'm doing ok. My mom is keeping up her spirits and we're going to meet with the new doc on Tuesday to find out everything. Basically the doctor says she has 3-6 months...but there's always a miracle. We're praying for the miracle. If anyone can do it, it's this doc. She used to be at MD Anderson and has her own office and equipment. She said "If I'm not on your insurance, don't worry about it. This is my building and my equipment and I don't have to charge anyone if I don't want to." So that's awesome. Well, everyone keep your fingers crossed.
Man, this has been just about the shittiest year ever. I NEED some good luck vibes....any body wanna send some my way?
- No job as of yet. Still waiting to hear back butI've had more interviews and second interviews and third interviews...but I'm still waiting.
- Worst thing in the world...my mom's cancer is back with a vengeance. I don't know if it's beatable this time, but we're going to try our damnedest. Fucking dumbass doctors. Never even did another CT scan to see if there was more cancer growing...just kept saying "Boy, she looks good." We got a new doctor (too bad she wasn't the original one) who is awesome but it has gotten so bad. We think maybe she never was in remission. When the new doc called the old one he says ...."Well, but she looked so good!" the new doc says "She still looks good!" Stupid dumbass idiot doctor. I want to beat his ass. We want him to go down (although not necessarily monetarily) but I want everyone to know that he's a freakin' asshole loser dumbass. Can you tell I'm pissed? Other than that, I'm doing ok. My mom is keeping up her spirits and we're going to meet with the new doc on Tuesday to find out everything. Basically the doctor says she has 3-6 months...but there's always a miracle. We're praying for the miracle. If anyone can do it, it's this doc. She used to be at MD Anderson and has her own office and equipment. She said "If I'm not on your insurance, don't worry about it. This is my building and my equipment and I don't have to charge anyone if I don't want to." So that's awesome. Well, everyone keep your fingers crossed.
Man, this has been just about the shittiest year ever. I NEED some good luck vibes....any body wanna send some my way?
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Could this be the one?
Things might be falling into place. I don't wanna jinx myself, but this could be my week.
I finally convinced my ex that he and I really need to call it quits after all this time. It's been a burden on us both, but him moreso lately. I just had to come out and tell him what was in my heart. I think in the long run we'll both be happier.
I got a callback and 2nd interview with the newspaper here!! Woohoo! It's been almost 3 weeks and I was getting worried (especially because he made it seem like it was urgent that they hired someone ASAP). That would be so awesome. The best pay, laptop, car allowance, cell phone....this was the one I was really hoping for. Wish me luck for tomorrow morning!
I've been going to the gym and working out religiously for about a month now and I'm really seeing the results. Weigh in today for the first time (as I try not to do that....well, ever) and I've lost 15 lbs! Woohoo!
I'm buying a freakin' lottery ticket!
I finally convinced my ex that he and I really need to call it quits after all this time. It's been a burden on us both, but him moreso lately. I just had to come out and tell him what was in my heart. I think in the long run we'll both be happier.
I got a callback and 2nd interview with the newspaper here!! Woohoo! It's been almost 3 weeks and I was getting worried (especially because he made it seem like it was urgent that they hired someone ASAP). That would be so awesome. The best pay, laptop, car allowance, cell phone....this was the one I was really hoping for. Wish me luck for tomorrow morning!
I've been going to the gym and working out religiously for about a month now and I'm really seeing the results. Weigh in today for the first time (as I try not to do that....well, ever) and I've lost 15 lbs! Woohoo!
I'm buying a freakin' lottery ticket!
Monday, July 18, 2005
Strange things are afoot
Yes, strangeness all around me. I don't know what's goin' on around these parts but it's pretty weird.
We had a friend come visit from Dallas this past weekend. Crazy, fun girl. We just recently (at our 10 year reunion) came into contact with her again after about 10 (duh) years. She's a lot of fun though.
She wanted us to bring a bottle of tequila in the car when we picked her up from the airport. Ummm....we opted to take her to lunch where they had alcohol. That's where it all began.
Recap of the weekend:
Friend Kim harrassed door guy for charging her $5 cover charge (The other guy never charges us, we're regulars!!). The rest of us, out of sheer embarrassment and pity paid the guy for her. Here on out, he is $5 man.
Ran into a bunch of random guys who were all googly eyed over all of us girls and kept trying to get us to go home with them.
Went to eat Whataburger at 2 am Friday night. My friend Kim locked her keys in the car...with the car running. She didn't notice until AFTER we had eaten. $5 man happens to show up. 2 screwdrivers and Kim's bent antenna later...locks pop open. She proceeds to tell him he's "the best thief ever." Friend from Dallas (FFD)runs inside to pay for his meal...it was $5. Strange how it all worked out.
Next day, we go shopping with FFD and she proceeds to gather a bunch of "joke try-on" clothes. Calls us out and we bust out laughing as she looks like Swiss Family Robinson meets the Partridge Family.
FFD finds a very expensive shrug (for you guys, a shrug is one of those really, really short jacket looking things) that looks like a disco ball. Periodically through the night I can't help but look at her in all seriousness and say "You make me feel like dancin'".
FFD notices halfway through dinner that the very expensive tag is still connected and hanging off of her shrug. Classic. She eats liguini fini with carrots and zucchini (I just like saying that).
We run around from bar to bar to bar because each one is packed. Catch a glimpse of Chad Michael Murray (in town for some odd reason??) who is very full of himself. Get accosted by some losers. One of them keeps asking "Why are you looking at me?" Uhhh....because you're in my face asswipe.
Go to Dunkin' Donuts where there stands a man who has been stabbed. Yep, stabbed. He refuses to let the lady call the cops because he has warrants. She calls of course and cops, ambulance, and fire truck show up. No he was not stabbed in the Dunkin' Donuts and he wasn't bleeding really badly or anything. We started giving the DD lady a hard time..."You stabbed him because he didn't like your donuts?" She laughed. We found out he was stabbed in Juarez and since it happened in another country....the cops wouldn't do anything about it?!?!
Stand on the street corner waiting to cross and get yelled at from all angles by people driving by. I hear "Oh! My eyes!" from some very original guy behind us talking about FFD's shrug. I laugh, she laughs. They stop us and one guys insists on trying it on and then taking a picture.
Great fun...that's just the abridged version of course.
If you're wondering about my job sitch....still the same. Had an interview on Friday w/an ad agency. Looks good but I think I keep jinxing myself, so I won't say anything else. I'll know by the end of this week. Dammit, I think I really need to get the hell outta here. Anybody know of any jobs (preferably in the northwest or west) for me?!
We had a friend come visit from Dallas this past weekend. Crazy, fun girl. We just recently (at our 10 year reunion) came into contact with her again after about 10 (duh) years. She's a lot of fun though.
She wanted us to bring a bottle of tequila in the car when we picked her up from the airport. Ummm....we opted to take her to lunch where they had alcohol. That's where it all began.
Recap of the weekend:
Friend Kim harrassed door guy for charging her $5 cover charge (The other guy never charges us, we're regulars!!). The rest of us, out of sheer embarrassment and pity paid the guy for her. Here on out, he is $5 man.
Ran into a bunch of random guys who were all googly eyed over all of us girls and kept trying to get us to go home with them.
Went to eat Whataburger at 2 am Friday night. My friend Kim locked her keys in the car...with the car running. She didn't notice until AFTER we had eaten. $5 man happens to show up. 2 screwdrivers and Kim's bent antenna later...locks pop open. She proceeds to tell him he's "the best thief ever." Friend from Dallas (FFD)runs inside to pay for his meal...it was $5. Strange how it all worked out.
Next day, we go shopping with FFD and she proceeds to gather a bunch of "joke try-on" clothes. Calls us out and we bust out laughing as she looks like Swiss Family Robinson meets the Partridge Family.
FFD finds a very expensive shrug (for you guys, a shrug is one of those really, really short jacket looking things) that looks like a disco ball. Periodically through the night I can't help but look at her in all seriousness and say "You make me feel like dancin'".
FFD notices halfway through dinner that the very expensive tag is still connected and hanging off of her shrug. Classic. She eats liguini fini with carrots and zucchini (I just like saying that).
We run around from bar to bar to bar because each one is packed. Catch a glimpse of Chad Michael Murray (in town for some odd reason??) who is very full of himself. Get accosted by some losers. One of them keeps asking "Why are you looking at me?" Uhhh....because you're in my face asswipe.
Go to Dunkin' Donuts where there stands a man who has been stabbed. Yep, stabbed. He refuses to let the lady call the cops because he has warrants. She calls of course and cops, ambulance, and fire truck show up. No he was not stabbed in the Dunkin' Donuts and he wasn't bleeding really badly or anything. We started giving the DD lady a hard time..."You stabbed him because he didn't like your donuts?" She laughed. We found out he was stabbed in Juarez and since it happened in another country....the cops wouldn't do anything about it?!?!
Stand on the street corner waiting to cross and get yelled at from all angles by people driving by. I hear "Oh! My eyes!" from some very original guy behind us talking about FFD's shrug. I laugh, she laughs. They stop us and one guys insists on trying it on and then taking a picture.
Great fun...that's just the abridged version of course.
If you're wondering about my job sitch....still the same. Had an interview on Friday w/an ad agency. Looks good but I think I keep jinxing myself, so I won't say anything else. I'll know by the end of this week. Dammit, I think I really need to get the hell outta here. Anybody know of any jobs (preferably in the northwest or west) for me?!
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Ahh, to be a kid again
Brian tagged me and since he's so cool, I'm gonna go ahead and follow suit here:)
what 5 things do you miss about your childhood?
this meme requires you to do the following things:
remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place. add your blog's name in the #5 spot. link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross-pollenation effect.
Jessica
Jasika
M'tini
Lissa Ann
KelBel
next, inflict this meme on five new people. Now I know the rules but I'll just let anyone who wants to play along play along:)
Finally, list the five things you miss most from childhood.
1. My friends all living in the same city. I have the greatest friends in the whole world. Now that we're older and "all grown up", I miss not being able to hang out whenever and wherever. Many of them live out of the city or out of the state and so getting all 10 of us together is really difficult.
2. Summers off. Damn I miss having the lazy days of summer. We'd all go to our local swimming pool and screw around, swim, play. Those were the days! Man was I tan and in the best shape:) How I wish that never ended.
3. Not having any cares. I mean really, when we were little we didn't have a care in the world. It was where were we going to play or who's house were we spending the night at. There was no boy troubles, no job troubles, nothing of the sort. It was all fun and no responsibility.
4. Simple things. Being excited to come home from school and see my mom. Getting excited when they made my favorite thing for dinner. Staying up late to watch TV. Playing hide and seek in the dark at my friend's house. Doing flips off the diving board/trampoline. Little things that I never really thought about at the time.
5. Being fearless. I was such a tomboy when I was younger and I wasn't afraid to do anything. I could do any tricks any of the neighborhood boys could do, but better. I was the one all the girls ran to when people picked on them and I beat up the boys who taunted them. I wasn't afraid of falling off my bike and breaking my arm or falling on my rollerblades and knocking my teeth out. I wasn't scared of snakes or spiders or any creatures of the sort. I wasn't afraid of what was happening in the world and what could possibly happen. No fear. When did I become such a girly girl;)?
what 5 things do you miss about your childhood?
this meme requires you to do the following things:
remove the blog at #1 from the following list and bump every one up one place. add your blog's name in the #5 spot. link to each of the other blogs for the desired cross-pollenation effect.
Jessica
Jasika
M'tini
Lissa Ann
KelBel
next, inflict this meme on five new people. Now I know the rules but I'll just let anyone who wants to play along play along:)
Finally, list the five things you miss most from childhood.
1. My friends all living in the same city. I have the greatest friends in the whole world. Now that we're older and "all grown up", I miss not being able to hang out whenever and wherever. Many of them live out of the city or out of the state and so getting all 10 of us together is really difficult.
2. Summers off. Damn I miss having the lazy days of summer. We'd all go to our local swimming pool and screw around, swim, play. Those were the days! Man was I tan and in the best shape:) How I wish that never ended.
3. Not having any cares. I mean really, when we were little we didn't have a care in the world. It was where were we going to play or who's house were we spending the night at. There was no boy troubles, no job troubles, nothing of the sort. It was all fun and no responsibility.
4. Simple things. Being excited to come home from school and see my mom. Getting excited when they made my favorite thing for dinner. Staying up late to watch TV. Playing hide and seek in the dark at my friend's house. Doing flips off the diving board/trampoline. Little things that I never really thought about at the time.
5. Being fearless. I was such a tomboy when I was younger and I wasn't afraid to do anything. I could do any tricks any of the neighborhood boys could do, but better. I was the one all the girls ran to when people picked on them and I beat up the boys who taunted them. I wasn't afraid of falling off my bike and breaking my arm or falling on my rollerblades and knocking my teeth out. I wasn't scared of snakes or spiders or any creatures of the sort. I wasn't afraid of what was happening in the world and what could possibly happen. No fear. When did I become such a girly girl;)?
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Drunk Talk
Now, am I the only person who remembers what we talk about when we're drunk and actually thinks it could mean something? No, I'm not talking about some guy telling me I'm so freakin' hot and that he wants to carry me off into the sunset...I'm talking about friend drunk talk.
We talk about going camping next weekend or all getting together (this time for sure) once a week for a girls night or finding a way to make money and not having to work for anyone else anymore.
I'm dead serious....my friends...not so much.
The other night we had a full on discussion about starting our own business. We have a great idea for this city and we could have the financial backing to do it. We have brought this up countless times and I'm dead serious about this. I'm always dead serious. But it only comes up when we're drunk.
So, I do something about it. I do the research, find out where we could set up shop, put together a rough business plan, make a list of costs and items we would need. I tell my friends and they're so wishy washy it's annoying. No, I'm not the one w/the money (but you guys already knew that) so I can't just move ahead. And maybe, when you're drunk, you have a lot more faith in things than when sober....but frankly I can't understand the point of talking shit if you can't back it up.
Mind you, this is one of many things. I know (or at least think) other people do the same. I think I learned my lesson when I talked shit one night while extremely intoxicated about going skydiving the very next day. "Yeah, I'll do it. Hell Yeah!" I thought, drunk talk. The guy I talked the drunk talk to thought "She's going." Shows up at my friend's house at 8 am (I was in Austin at the time visiting) and drags me out of the house with a hangover the size of Texas. And I did it. I think that gave me an idea that people take drunk talk seriously, and I have ever since.
My friends suck. They talk a good game but damn they're lame (I'm a poet;)
We talk about going camping next weekend or all getting together (this time for sure) once a week for a girls night or finding a way to make money and not having to work for anyone else anymore.
I'm dead serious....my friends...not so much.
The other night we had a full on discussion about starting our own business. We have a great idea for this city and we could have the financial backing to do it. We have brought this up countless times and I'm dead serious about this. I'm always dead serious. But it only comes up when we're drunk.
So, I do something about it. I do the research, find out where we could set up shop, put together a rough business plan, make a list of costs and items we would need. I tell my friends and they're so wishy washy it's annoying. No, I'm not the one w/the money (but you guys already knew that) so I can't just move ahead. And maybe, when you're drunk, you have a lot more faith in things than when sober....but frankly I can't understand the point of talking shit if you can't back it up.
Mind you, this is one of many things. I know (or at least think) other people do the same. I think I learned my lesson when I talked shit one night while extremely intoxicated about going skydiving the very next day. "Yeah, I'll do it. Hell Yeah!" I thought, drunk talk. The guy I talked the drunk talk to thought "She's going." Shows up at my friend's house at 8 am (I was in Austin at the time visiting) and drags me out of the house with a hangover the size of Texas. And I did it. I think that gave me an idea that people take drunk talk seriously, and I have ever since.
My friends suck. They talk a good game but damn they're lame (I'm a poet;)
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
No news is good news....right;)?
Well kiddies, still in the unemployment line but I'm not discouraged. I still have the newspaper job that looks pretty good and I have another lead here with a university, so all is not lost! In the meantime, I'm thinking of becoming a full time waitress....the money I'm making is probably better than what I made w/a real job. Now if I did it full time instead of just 3 nights a week, I'd be rollin' in the dough!
Things are getting better, I've spent the last 3 days at the movies and I saw 4 of 'em. I just love the movies....what better way to escape from the real world for awhile? Plus, I'm catching up on all of my sleep from the past....oh I don't know, 15 years. I was feeling guilty for sleeping late for awhile and then thought "When in the world am I ever going to get to do this again?" So now I'm enjoying it!
Been hanging out with my friends and just having a good time, enjoying each other's company and making each other laugh. 4th of July was eh. Didn't do much....watched some fireworks and shot some fireworks off but it was alright.
Other than that, just waiting to see what job some one beats down my door to give me;) I'm thinking if all else doesn't come through, maybe I'll become a teacher. Can't go wrong with all the vacation! Peace out ya'll.
Things are getting better, I've spent the last 3 days at the movies and I saw 4 of 'em. I just love the movies....what better way to escape from the real world for awhile? Plus, I'm catching up on all of my sleep from the past....oh I don't know, 15 years. I was feeling guilty for sleeping late for awhile and then thought "When in the world am I ever going to get to do this again?" So now I'm enjoying it!
Been hanging out with my friends and just having a good time, enjoying each other's company and making each other laugh. 4th of July was eh. Didn't do much....watched some fireworks and shot some fireworks off but it was alright.
Other than that, just waiting to see what job some one beats down my door to give me;) I'm thinking if all else doesn't come through, maybe I'll become a teacher. Can't go wrong with all the vacation! Peace out ya'll.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Oh, the humanity
Seems that so much has changed now. My life has taken a turn in a completely different direction. Sadly, that job that I was hoping for fell through. Not sure what happened except that everytime the guy called me, he called when I was "working" at my other job. I think he gave up, despite the fact that I left him a message explaining the situation. Guess I wasn't supposed to have that one.
I had an interview with the newspaper here, looks good but who knows. Won't know til next week.
The biggest thing on my mind right now is what happened last weekend. A very, very dear and good friend of ours was killed in a car accident. He was my best friend's younger brother's best friend. They were inseparable, but we were all so close. When something like that hits so close to home it stirs up so much. Love between friends, sadness too, and a realization that all those times you know that you're guilty of driving when you probably shouldn't could end up tragic.
He was 26. He was full of life and the happiest person I've ever known. I guess at least that is somewhat of a comfort, to know that he enjoyed every second and didn't waste one minute of his shortened life. I'm worried for my friend's brother (who is like my brother) and pray that he is okay and makes it through this. He's a strong person, but I can't see how I would handle losing my best friend in the whole world.
He wasn't driving, he was in the backseat. The kid (21 years old) driving was probably speeding in the little sports car their other friend let him drive. He ran head on into a utility pole. He wasn't wearing a seatbelt in the back (do most people?). The two people in the front are now quadraplegic. In a terrible way, our friend got off easy.
So, that's what has been happening around here. I know time will heal, but I just wish it would hurry up. I hope that at least now people (my friends especially) will learn from this and not take stupid chances. I know it has awakened me. It just sucks that it takes losing a dear friend to learn.
I'll keep writing here off and on, so don't stop checking to see if I posted. I miss you blogger friends...I need a job so I can start blogging again;) See ya.
I had an interview with the newspaper here, looks good but who knows. Won't know til next week.
The biggest thing on my mind right now is what happened last weekend. A very, very dear and good friend of ours was killed in a car accident. He was my best friend's younger brother's best friend. They were inseparable, but we were all so close. When something like that hits so close to home it stirs up so much. Love between friends, sadness too, and a realization that all those times you know that you're guilty of driving when you probably shouldn't could end up tragic.
He was 26. He was full of life and the happiest person I've ever known. I guess at least that is somewhat of a comfort, to know that he enjoyed every second and didn't waste one minute of his shortened life. I'm worried for my friend's brother (who is like my brother) and pray that he is okay and makes it through this. He's a strong person, but I can't see how I would handle losing my best friend in the whole world.
He wasn't driving, he was in the backseat. The kid (21 years old) driving was probably speeding in the little sports car their other friend let him drive. He ran head on into a utility pole. He wasn't wearing a seatbelt in the back (do most people?). The two people in the front are now quadraplegic. In a terrible way, our friend got off easy.
So, that's what has been happening around here. I know time will heal, but I just wish it would hurry up. I hope that at least now people (my friends especially) will learn from this and not take stupid chances. I know it has awakened me. It just sucks that it takes losing a dear friend to learn.
I'll keep writing here off and on, so don't stop checking to see if I posted. I miss you blogger friends...I need a job so I can start blogging again;) See ya.
Monday, June 20, 2005
I could get used to this
Man, it's been soooooo long since I've NOT had a job, I didn't remember what it felt like. I've pretty much worked non-stop for 14 years (although not all of the jobs were 8-5 types). Yes, I technically have a "job", but not really.
It's nice being able to sleep in, get up and go to the gym, go to the pool, that kind of thing. I'm living in some kind of fantasy land where people don't work and spend all day doing fun stuff. I know I'm gonna be sad when I have to give up the life of luxury to go back to work, so I'm enjoying it while it lasts.
Ya know, these past few weeks, when I've been doing all of these things, I see people out during the day and I wonder "Do they not have to work?" "Do they have someone to take care of them or do they just magically have money?" Damn those people! Damn them!!;) Oh how I could live that life and be just fine and dandy.
On the job front, I'm waiting back to hear from the guy about the ad agency job. He's supposed to call back today and I think it looks pretty good! He has called all my references (because they called me and told me;) and he called on Friday but I was at "work" and couldn't answer. Keep your fingers crossed! Bad thing is, I don't know what it pays so I'm hoping it's at least decent.
Well, that's it for now...see you guys on the flip side.
It's nice being able to sleep in, get up and go to the gym, go to the pool, that kind of thing. I'm living in some kind of fantasy land where people don't work and spend all day doing fun stuff. I know I'm gonna be sad when I have to give up the life of luxury to go back to work, so I'm enjoying it while it lasts.
Ya know, these past few weeks, when I've been doing all of these things, I see people out during the day and I wonder "Do they not have to work?" "Do they have someone to take care of them or do they just magically have money?" Damn those people! Damn them!!;) Oh how I could live that life and be just fine and dandy.
On the job front, I'm waiting back to hear from the guy about the ad agency job. He's supposed to call back today and I think it looks pretty good! He has called all my references (because they called me and told me;) and he called on Friday but I was at "work" and couldn't answer. Keep your fingers crossed! Bad thing is, I don't know what it pays so I'm hoping it's at least decent.
Well, that's it for now...see you guys on the flip side.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Whooooo are you? Whowho whowho?
Seems like everything is so crazy right now! I mean, I'm enjoying myself immensely, don't get me wrong. What's gonna suck is when I have to go back to the 8-5 life after having the days off to go the pool and to the movies and everything. Feels like I'm living in a dream world. We went to the Country Club today and it's like being in paradise. It was awesome.
Well, as far as Denver is concerned, I don't know if it's going to happen. There are too many things that fell through already and since my friend would have to take a $9K pay cut and I can't afford to live by myself out there right now, that we'd try to save up cash and maybe try somewhere else that pays teachers more. SO, I think Denver's out. I'm kinda sad but I think everything that keeps happening is definitely meant to be.
I had an interview yesterday that went smashingly! Super cool place and cool people. I guess I just need to keep my fingers crossed and hope for the best:)! If that doesn't come through, I've still got some ideas up my sleeve:)
Oh man, I've gotta talk about what happened to me on Sunday night...I totally forgot! An ex-boyfriend of mine came into town this past weekend. I haven't seen him in years but we've still remained friends and keep in touch somewhat. Well, he called me and we all decided we'd hang out at my friend B's house. So, Matt (the ex) shows up and we're all drinkin', hangin' out, and having a good time. Now, Matt was always a bit on the strange side but pretty cool nonetheless. He's been married and has a kid (divorced now though).
So, he says "Where are you going home tonight?"
"Where am I going home? What do you mean?"
"Where are you going?"
"Uhh, I'm going to stay at my parents house."
I thought that was pretty strange just the way he was asking, so I had to totally dodge the situation and I walked away. Then, a little later he starts acting really crazy. He was pulling the refrigerator out and hanging on the door frames, slamming doors, jumping around...all sorts of crazy stuff. So, I thought that was our cue to leave (my friend Toni and I). So, I say we're leaving.
Matt says "Well, hey Kelbel, I'm gonna go home with you."
Me: "Uhhh, no you're not."
Him: "Yeah, come on, don't be a p*ssy. I'm gonna go home with you."
Me: "This has nothing to do with being a p*ssy, you're not going home with me."
Him: "Yeah, I'll just go with you."
Me: "Are you hearing me? That's a NO."
So he goes to the bathroom and I'm looking at my friends like "What the Fick?!?!" So Toni and Matt walk out the door and I stood talking to B for a minute. Then I walk out and Toni gives Matt a hug and says "Bye, call us tomorrow." I say bye to him and he looks at me and says "Whatever." I was like "Ok then, well drive carefully." Again, he says "Whatever."
We were pretty much freaking out because of how he was acting. Toni and I get in the car and lock the doors. He gets in his car and pulls up behind us, blocking us. Then he goes forward, then reverse, then forward, then reverse...over and over. We finally get out of the driveway and he still doing that and almost hits us about 3 times. We get to the end of the street and he stops at the stop sign, gets out of his car, and comes to try and open my door. Thank goodness it was locked. So I looked at him, said "Later", and drove around his car and through the stop sign. A minute later I look in my rearview mirror and see a cop pulled up next to his car. I was thinking he was definitely going to get a DUI...they probably saw what he was doing. Then the cop drives off.
A few minutes later I see headlights in my rearview mirror. Cop. Lights go on. I pull into a Circle K and THREE cop cars block us in. My friend and I are freakin'. He comes to the window and tells me to turn off my car and hand him my license. Then he says there was an incident where an SUV ran from the police on (B's street name). I have an SUV. They were talking about us. The cops thought we were running from them!! I was so shaky and freaked out but I told him that was a complete mistake and we weren't running. Told him the story and he lets us go, thank goodness.
Matt has called me about 8 times in the past 2 days and I'm pretty sure I'll never speak to the psycho again. What's odd is that he acted like nothing happened. Left a message saying "Hope you didn't get arrested, ha ha." WTF?! He's crazy.
So that's what's been going on with me so far. All is well and I'm pretty damn happy actually!!
Well, as far as Denver is concerned, I don't know if it's going to happen. There are too many things that fell through already and since my friend would have to take a $9K pay cut and I can't afford to live by myself out there right now, that we'd try to save up cash and maybe try somewhere else that pays teachers more. SO, I think Denver's out. I'm kinda sad but I think everything that keeps happening is definitely meant to be.
I had an interview yesterday that went smashingly! Super cool place and cool people. I guess I just need to keep my fingers crossed and hope for the best:)! If that doesn't come through, I've still got some ideas up my sleeve:)
Oh man, I've gotta talk about what happened to me on Sunday night...I totally forgot! An ex-boyfriend of mine came into town this past weekend. I haven't seen him in years but we've still remained friends and keep in touch somewhat. Well, he called me and we all decided we'd hang out at my friend B's house. So, Matt (the ex) shows up and we're all drinkin', hangin' out, and having a good time. Now, Matt was always a bit on the strange side but pretty cool nonetheless. He's been married and has a kid (divorced now though).
So, he says "Where are you going home tonight?"
"Where am I going home? What do you mean?"
"Where are you going?"
"Uhh, I'm going to stay at my parents house."
I thought that was pretty strange just the way he was asking, so I had to totally dodge the situation and I walked away. Then, a little later he starts acting really crazy. He was pulling the refrigerator out and hanging on the door frames, slamming doors, jumping around...all sorts of crazy stuff. So, I thought that was our cue to leave (my friend Toni and I). So, I say we're leaving.
Matt says "Well, hey Kelbel, I'm gonna go home with you."
Me: "Uhhh, no you're not."
Him: "Yeah, come on, don't be a p*ssy. I'm gonna go home with you."
Me: "This has nothing to do with being a p*ssy, you're not going home with me."
Him: "Yeah, I'll just go with you."
Me: "Are you hearing me? That's a NO."
So he goes to the bathroom and I'm looking at my friends like "What the Fick?!?!" So Toni and Matt walk out the door and I stood talking to B for a minute. Then I walk out and Toni gives Matt a hug and says "Bye, call us tomorrow." I say bye to him and he looks at me and says "Whatever." I was like "Ok then, well drive carefully." Again, he says "Whatever."
We were pretty much freaking out because of how he was acting. Toni and I get in the car and lock the doors. He gets in his car and pulls up behind us, blocking us. Then he goes forward, then reverse, then forward, then reverse...over and over. We finally get out of the driveway and he still doing that and almost hits us about 3 times. We get to the end of the street and he stops at the stop sign, gets out of his car, and comes to try and open my door. Thank goodness it was locked. So I looked at him, said "Later", and drove around his car and through the stop sign. A minute later I look in my rearview mirror and see a cop pulled up next to his car. I was thinking he was definitely going to get a DUI...they probably saw what he was doing. Then the cop drives off.
A few minutes later I see headlights in my rearview mirror. Cop. Lights go on. I pull into a Circle K and THREE cop cars block us in. My friend and I are freakin'. He comes to the window and tells me to turn off my car and hand him my license. Then he says there was an incident where an SUV ran from the police on (B's street name). I have an SUV. They were talking about us. The cops thought we were running from them!! I was so shaky and freaked out but I told him that was a complete mistake and we weren't running. Told him the story and he lets us go, thank goodness.
Matt has called me about 8 times in the past 2 days and I'm pretty sure I'll never speak to the psycho again. What's odd is that he acted like nothing happened. Left a message saying "Hope you didn't get arrested, ha ha." WTF?! He's crazy.
So that's what's been going on with me so far. All is well and I'm pretty damn happy actually!!
Friday, June 10, 2005
Still Truckin'
So weird being out of the blogger loop! Well, makin' some fast cash waiting tables...not too bad actually. Probably more than I'd make sitting at a damn desk, how sad is that? I guess the part that sucks is when I see people that I know casually and they look at me like "Wow, still wating tables." or "How sad" but seriously, screw 'em. And actually that only happened once and it was a girl that sucks anyway;)
In a bit of a predicament and not sure what to do at this point though. My friend that I'm trying to move with is a teacher and she found out that teachers in Denver start at about $9K less than what she's making now. If she doesn't go, then I'm left in a bind because then I can't afford to live by myself out there yet. So, I'm just saving money and trying to figure something out. My friend got another job and so she said that I could pretty much have her old job (although not at as much as she made). I also got called for an interview with an advertising agency here. The job is pretty awesome and what I want, but do I take it and stay here a little longer (since I know getting into an agency is kind of difficult) or do I take the job doing something I'm not really very thrilled about in Denver and then look? So confusing right now. Seems strange how drastically life can change in the blink of an eye....or the phasing out of a department.
Regardless, I'm in good spirits. The restaurant I'm working at is great and there are some people that I already know working there and they're cool. Fun too.
What to do, what to do? In the end, I know that whatever I decide will be the path I'm meant for and things will work out great. That's all that matters. I have no regrets and feel pretty lucky in all of this actually.
In a bit of a predicament and not sure what to do at this point though. My friend that I'm trying to move with is a teacher and she found out that teachers in Denver start at about $9K less than what she's making now. If she doesn't go, then I'm left in a bind because then I can't afford to live by myself out there yet. So, I'm just saving money and trying to figure something out. My friend got another job and so she said that I could pretty much have her old job (although not at as much as she made). I also got called for an interview with an advertising agency here. The job is pretty awesome and what I want, but do I take it and stay here a little longer (since I know getting into an agency is kind of difficult) or do I take the job doing something I'm not really very thrilled about in Denver and then look? So confusing right now. Seems strange how drastically life can change in the blink of an eye....or the phasing out of a department.
Regardless, I'm in good spirits. The restaurant I'm working at is great and there are some people that I already know working there and they're cool. Fun too.
What to do, what to do? In the end, I know that whatever I decide will be the path I'm meant for and things will work out great. That's all that matters. I have no regrets and feel pretty lucky in all of this actually.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Decisions, decisions
Well, I'm back from Denver...at least in body, not really in mind or spirit. We had a fabulous time! My friend lives on Capitol Hill so we were in the heart of everything. We went to Morrison and to Red Rocks, we ate and drank as much as possible, saw hotties upon hotties, went to a Rockies/Reds game, oh....and we looked at apartments.
My friend and I are moving to Denver! This was a sign. My two friends that live there have a myriad of possible job opportunities for me. My friend that wants to move with me is a teacher...so her process for getting a new job is a bit more lengthy. We're going to try to move in our new apartment by August 1st, but there are so many variables right now.
First, I have no money saved and neither does she. I either have to stay here and (ick!) wait tables to save up and pay bills or go to Denver ahead of my friend, if I get this job that I'm thinking I have a great shot at, and stay with my friend that lives there. If I do that, I'll still need to get a job waiting tables for awhile because I have no money to pay bills and stuff and I probably wouldn't get paid for awhile. My head is spinning....but I'm doing it. I realize it's something I've got to do. I just wish I had money saved or could make some quick. It's going to happen though!
Our apartment is SOO cute too! It's also on Capitol Hill and in one of those high rises. We've got all the amenities that our friends don't (A/C, W/D, pool, full gym) at a superb price. I'm so excited but I need to focus. I have a waiting job that I'm pretty sure I have nailed, so I'm going to start doing that now at least.
So, I'm doing great (although a bit stressed) and thanks to everyone for your concern:) Things really do happen for a reason.
My friend and I are moving to Denver! This was a sign. My two friends that live there have a myriad of possible job opportunities for me. My friend that wants to move with me is a teacher...so her process for getting a new job is a bit more lengthy. We're going to try to move in our new apartment by August 1st, but there are so many variables right now.
First, I have no money saved and neither does she. I either have to stay here and (ick!) wait tables to save up and pay bills or go to Denver ahead of my friend, if I get this job that I'm thinking I have a great shot at, and stay with my friend that lives there. If I do that, I'll still need to get a job waiting tables for awhile because I have no money to pay bills and stuff and I probably wouldn't get paid for awhile. My head is spinning....but I'm doing it. I realize it's something I've got to do. I just wish I had money saved or could make some quick. It's going to happen though!
Our apartment is SOO cute too! It's also on Capitol Hill and in one of those high rises. We've got all the amenities that our friends don't (A/C, W/D, pool, full gym) at a superb price. I'm so excited but I need to focus. I have a waiting job that I'm pretty sure I have nailed, so I'm going to start doing that now at least.
So, I'm doing great (although a bit stressed) and thanks to everyone for your concern:) Things really do happen for a reason.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Be careful what you wish for
Well, kids. I did get my wish...to stop working there. But not because I left on my own. They sorta shoved me. I wasn't "dooced", I was "downsized". Yep, so no more stories about how my boss sucks or how work is crap because...well I don't have a job!
I am managing to make light of the situation as a) I hated it there b) I hated my boss and c) There must be a reason for this, right (please say right!). I've got a lot of people trying to help me out and so it's always good to know that in times of trouble there are people who will do anything for you. It's comforting, although doesn't pay much;)
I'm still going to Denver this weekend, guess I'll go out with a bang huh?! I need it, and besides, my friend out there is always saying I should move and she'll get me a job. Time to put my money where her mouth is!
The thing that gets me, that really kicked me right in the stomach, was that my boss still had a job as of today. I don't think he'll have one for much longer, especially since I got a phone call telling me how NOTHING was getting done and people are freakin' out about stuff. HA HA. I don't give a fuck!!!!
And just so you all know, I'm fine. Taking it rather well I'd say...I just need to find something quick so I can make some cash to pay my billy bills. I'll probably be back to blogging on Monday since I'm leaving tomorrow so hopefully by then I'll have some good news?!?! Wishful thinking?
I am managing to make light of the situation as a) I hated it there b) I hated my boss and c) There must be a reason for this, right (please say right!). I've got a lot of people trying to help me out and so it's always good to know that in times of trouble there are people who will do anything for you. It's comforting, although doesn't pay much;)
I'm still going to Denver this weekend, guess I'll go out with a bang huh?! I need it, and besides, my friend out there is always saying I should move and she'll get me a job. Time to put my money where her mouth is!
The thing that gets me, that really kicked me right in the stomach, was that my boss still had a job as of today. I don't think he'll have one for much longer, especially since I got a phone call telling me how NOTHING was getting done and people are freakin' out about stuff. HA HA. I don't give a fuck!!!!
And just so you all know, I'm fine. Taking it rather well I'd say...I just need to find something quick so I can make some cash to pay my billy bills. I'll probably be back to blogging on Monday since I'm leaving tomorrow so hopefully by then I'll have some good news?!?! Wishful thinking?
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Green eggs and my boss
I do not like him, not one bit
I do not like him, that piece of shit
I do not trust him worth a damn
I do not trust him like I don't trust spam
He does not care about this place
He only cares about saving face
He kisses butt to no end
He kisses butt, yet calls them a friend
I cannot stand him anymore
I want to throw him off the 4th floor
I want to punch him in the eye
I want to scream and yell and cry
I hate him, hate him, yes I do
I need to quit before I go cuckoo.
I cannot take it another day
I wish, I wish he'd go away.
What a idiot piece of crap. Got to get off early yesterday...a whole 10 minutes early. Whoopdiddydoo! That bastard was gone the ENTIRE day who knows where while I sat here hungover and pissed off. He shows up at 5:15 pm and tells me I can go home "early". So, I went home, went to my friend's house for the party that had already been going on for hours that I should have been at hours before, and proceeded to get rid of my hangover the good ol fashioned way. Took me a while to wind down from work because I had gotten in such a bad mood, but I finally was able to enjoy myself. During the course of the night, these things happened.
Did some 80's dancing to "Love is a Battlefield."
Performed as a backup dancer for Elvis (aka my friend R).
Participated in an all-party shirt swap.
Played telephone with a ton of people and kept ending up with the phrase "Peter Pan likes it in the can."
All in all, it turned out pretty fun. Apparently, I have so much alcohol in my system (from drinking Thurs-Mon straight) that I am now immune to the hangover I should have today. Maybe I should just keep this up;) AA...here I come. Not really...AA is for quitters.
I do not like him, that piece of shit
I do not trust him worth a damn
I do not trust him like I don't trust spam
He does not care about this place
He only cares about saving face
He kisses butt to no end
He kisses butt, yet calls them a friend
I cannot stand him anymore
I want to throw him off the 4th floor
I want to punch him in the eye
I want to scream and yell and cry
I hate him, hate him, yes I do
I need to quit before I go cuckoo.
I cannot take it another day
I wish, I wish he'd go away.
What a idiot piece of crap. Got to get off early yesterday...a whole 10 minutes early. Whoopdiddydoo! That bastard was gone the ENTIRE day who knows where while I sat here hungover and pissed off. He shows up at 5:15 pm and tells me I can go home "early". So, I went home, went to my friend's house for the party that had already been going on for hours that I should have been at hours before, and proceeded to get rid of my hangover the good ol fashioned way. Took me a while to wind down from work because I had gotten in such a bad mood, but I finally was able to enjoy myself. During the course of the night, these things happened.
Did some 80's dancing to "Love is a Battlefield."
Performed as a backup dancer for Elvis (aka my friend R).
Participated in an all-party shirt swap.
Played telephone with a ton of people and kept ending up with the phrase "Peter Pan likes it in the can."
All in all, it turned out pretty fun. Apparently, I have so much alcohol in my system (from drinking Thurs-Mon straight) that I am now immune to the hangover I should have today. Maybe I should just keep this up;) AA...here I come. Not really...AA is for quitters.
Monday, May 30, 2005
Oh
This Monday double sucks. Yes, I am about to bitch about being here at work right now while everyone is possibly still sleeping or lazing about or getting ready to start drinking. I am here at work...my boss is not here. That stupid fucko better come in today or I will personally kick his dumb ass. His laptop is not here and he NEVER takes it anywhere, so that makes me suspicious. OOOhh...if he doesn't come in today....I can't even imagine what I will do!!!
Yes, I am hungover. What would you expect for me to do on a pseudo-weekend night? Stay home? Even with the knowledge that I did indeed have to work today, that didn't stop me from consuming 3 jumbo-sized Crown and 7's. I feel like complete ass. See, we got some free tickets to see....get this...The Doobie Brothers. Now, I know some of you youngins may be asking..."What's a doobie brother?" Well, I (for the life of me) couldn't remember any of their songs. My friend wanted to know what they sang and I was at a loss. I knew that I KNEW them....I was drawing a blank. So, what do we do in this day and age when we can't think of something? That's right, we google it.
I find their discography and as I was going through it, I kept thinking "I didn't know they sang that song. I didn't know that was them." But alas, it was. And they pulled out such songs (that you may remember from such late night infomercials for Rock 'N Roll's Greatest Hits of All Time or something of the sort) as:
Jesus is Just Alright (dododododo..do do dodododo x2 Jesus is just alright with meeee, Jesus is just alright, oh yeah)
China Grove (Well, you’re talkin’ ’bout china grove....oh oh oh, oooh oooh, China Grove)
Listen to the Music (Oh oh oh, Listen to the music
Rockin' Down the Highway (Ooooh, rockin' down the highway)
Black Water (Old black water, keep on rollin’...Mississippi moon, won’t you keep on shinin’ on me)
Now (besides the last one, which I think is the best of them all) notice a pattern? There's more "oh" in these songs than in....well, Spaghetti O's. And we know those are chock full of "o"s. But it was quite entertaining and fun to dance to....especially after 3 troughs of crown and 7.
At the end of the show, we're standing there finishing drinks and people are taking pee breaks, when this balding, wanna-be-20 4o something man and his greying, 50 something friend walk up to us and say "What's the big idea looking all sexy?" Gross. Seriously man. Gross. We looked at him with amusement and a smidgen of disgust but he would not let up.
Him: You girls are hot.
Me: (blank stare....ie gothefuckaway)
Him: Where you all goin' after this?
Me: Home.
Him: Can we come with you?
Me: (Surprised and seriously grossed out) Yeah, I'll meet you there (laughing)
Him: Come on, I'm a 40 year old man with lots of assets and I need someone to take them from me when I kill myself from partying.
Me: What kind of assets?
Him: I own property all over the place, own a bar, 5 houses...lots of stuff. I always get excited when I see young girls looking all hot.
Me: You are a pig...that is wrong. So wrong.
Him: Like 14 or 15 year olds...ones that look like they're 20 or so...damn. That's why you girls are so hot.
Me: Sorry buddy, looks like I'm too old for you (totally disgusted and trying to get away)
Him: Well, can I have a hug?
Me: Nope...sorry. I don't just give away hugs to anyone (especiallynotgrossdisgustingpervslikeyou).
Him: Come on, I'm harmless.
His Friend: He is harmless...like a teddybear.
Me: My hugs are sacred and not free to the public. Gotta go.
Him: Well, at least come by my new bar. It's (in the slummiest part of town). Come by.
Me: Yeah, we'll be right there.
What a disgusting piece of trash. Other than that though....it was a blast.
And that, my vacation day friends, is all she wrote.
Yes, I am hungover. What would you expect for me to do on a pseudo-weekend night? Stay home? Even with the knowledge that I did indeed have to work today, that didn't stop me from consuming 3 jumbo-sized Crown and 7's. I feel like complete ass. See, we got some free tickets to see....get this...The Doobie Brothers. Now, I know some of you youngins may be asking..."What's a doobie brother?" Well, I (for the life of me) couldn't remember any of their songs. My friend wanted to know what they sang and I was at a loss. I knew that I KNEW them....I was drawing a blank. So, what do we do in this day and age when we can't think of something? That's right, we google it.
I find their discography and as I was going through it, I kept thinking "I didn't know they sang that song. I didn't know that was them." But alas, it was. And they pulled out such songs (that you may remember from such late night infomercials for Rock 'N Roll's Greatest Hits of All Time or something of the sort) as:
Jesus is Just Alright (dododododo..do do dodododo x2 Jesus is just alright with meeee, Jesus is just alright, oh yeah)
China Grove (Well, you’re talkin’ ’bout china grove....oh oh oh, oooh oooh, China Grove)
Listen to the Music (Oh oh oh, Listen to the music
Rockin' Down the Highway (Ooooh, rockin' down the highway)
Black Water (Old black water, keep on rollin’...Mississippi moon, won’t you keep on shinin’ on me)
Now (besides the last one, which I think is the best of them all) notice a pattern? There's more "oh" in these songs than in....well, Spaghetti O's. And we know those are chock full of "o"s. But it was quite entertaining and fun to dance to....especially after 3 troughs of crown and 7.
At the end of the show, we're standing there finishing drinks and people are taking pee breaks, when this balding, wanna-be-20 4o something man and his greying, 50 something friend walk up to us and say "What's the big idea looking all sexy?" Gross. Seriously man. Gross. We looked at him with amusement and a smidgen of disgust but he would not let up.
Him: You girls are hot.
Me: (blank stare....ie gothefuckaway)
Him: Where you all goin' after this?
Me: Home.
Him: Can we come with you?
Me: (Surprised and seriously grossed out) Yeah, I'll meet you there (laughing)
Him: Come on, I'm a 40 year old man with lots of assets and I need someone to take them from me when I kill myself from partying.
Me: What kind of assets?
Him: I own property all over the place, own a bar, 5 houses...lots of stuff. I always get excited when I see young girls looking all hot.
Me: You are a pig...that is wrong. So wrong.
Him: Like 14 or 15 year olds...ones that look like they're 20 or so...damn. That's why you girls are so hot.
Me: Sorry buddy, looks like I'm too old for you (totally disgusted and trying to get away)
Him: Well, can I have a hug?
Me: Nope...sorry. I don't just give away hugs to anyone (especiallynotgrossdisgustingpervslikeyou).
Him: Come on, I'm harmless.
His Friend: He is harmless...like a teddybear.
Me: My hugs are sacred and not free to the public. Gotta go.
Him: Well, at least come by my new bar. It's (in the slummiest part of town). Come by.
Me: Yeah, we'll be right there.
What a disgusting piece of trash. Other than that though....it was a blast.
And that, my vacation day friends, is all she wrote.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Triumph
I'm sure many of you know who Triumph the Insult Comic Dog is, right? Well....for those of you who can't stand Star Wars or like to laugh at the Star Wars geeks...you will get a big kick out of this (scroll down and click on ROFL.STARWARS.NERDS.wmv). That's my cheap Friday late ass post. Everyone have a great Memorial Day weekend! Me, mine will suck, but whatever. C'est la vie!
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Professor Knowitall
I've decided what I want to be when I grow up. I'm going to be a Professor. A college Professor that is. A nurterer and molder of young minds. A bringer of knowledge. A giver of grades.
How many kids could I get to believe every word I say? To hang on my every thought? To follow me around the room with their eyes and their minds?
Think of how many kids I could instill my knowledge upon. I could unteach them everything they ever learned before...because let's face it, their teachers didn't know anything. I know it all!
I could use the lines my teachers use to use....you know like "Look at these tests...not one of you passed! You guys couldn't even pass gas!" Even if people in the class did pass, I would fail them just so I could say that.
I'd make up my own grade scale and then change it all the time. I teach a class in history and then make them read fiction novels and make them believe they were true. I'd teach philosophy and talk of great philosophers like Homer Simpson and Play-doh. I'd teach a class in architectural design and make them use the etch-a-sketch.
Oh, I can't wait to start my new endeavour!! Think of all the young minds I will be able to screw with so they don't take all the good jobs and so when I get fired from being Professor Smartypants, I still have a chance at employment. Ooh, and then when my ex students come to me for a job I can say "What are you kidding? You don't know anything. Hell no I won't hire you....dummy."
How many kids could I get to believe every word I say? To hang on my every thought? To follow me around the room with their eyes and their minds?
Think of how many kids I could instill my knowledge upon. I could unteach them everything they ever learned before...because let's face it, their teachers didn't know anything. I know it all!
I could use the lines my teachers use to use....you know like "Look at these tests...not one of you passed! You guys couldn't even pass gas!" Even if people in the class did pass, I would fail them just so I could say that.
I'd make up my own grade scale and then change it all the time. I teach a class in history and then make them read fiction novels and make them believe they were true. I'd teach philosophy and talk of great philosophers like Homer Simpson and Play-doh. I'd teach a class in architectural design and make them use the etch-a-sketch.
Oh, I can't wait to start my new endeavour!! Think of all the young minds I will be able to screw with so they don't take all the good jobs and so when I get fired from being Professor Smartypants, I still have a chance at employment. Ooh, and then when my ex students come to me for a job I can say "What are you kidding? You don't know anything. Hell no I won't hire you....dummy."
Quick on the uptake
Ok, remember what I was talking about here? Well, I knew it would catch on quick!! Check this out. Talk about fast...today is BOB DAY!
I just had to post this...I mean, that's too perfect. So to everyone everywhere...HAPPY BOB DAY!
On another note, is it me or is this week just dragging? Yeah, I know it's Thursday but it has taken forever to get to this point and it's not even Friday yet. And to all of you peeps who get Memorial Day off (like normal people) enjoy your day. I'll be at work because my job sucks.
I just had to post this...I mean, that's too perfect. So to everyone everywhere...HAPPY BOB DAY!
On another note, is it me or is this week just dragging? Yeah, I know it's Thursday but it has taken forever to get to this point and it's not even Friday yet. And to all of you peeps who get Memorial Day off (like normal people) enjoy your day. I'll be at work because my job sucks.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Barefoot socks "friend's mom"
That's the search term that brought someone to my blog. Uhhh....what in the hell does that even mean? What was that person really looking for? And how in the hell does that phrase occur on my blog? Don't know really. I was also found when someone searched for the "50 states and capitals"...I don't even remember posting about this stuff. Anyway...
Once upon a time there was an annoying little girl. This annoying little girl (ALG) just happened to be in the same movie theatre as Princess BelKel(name changed to protect the innocent) when the princess went to see a certain movie... we'll call it War Stars. Now, by the behavior of ALG you would think she showed up at the theatre solo (no, not Han Solo...Sans Han, wtf am I talking about?) but in fact, ALG was with annoying-mother-who-doesn't-pay-attention-to-her-kid-and-lets-her-cell-phone-go-off-in-the-middle-of-the-movie (here on known as AM) and grandfather. ALG spent the ENTIRE movie hopping up and down the stairs near princess BK and her friend. Sliding down the railing. She had on those damn shoes with the lights that flash on and off. She was making noise. I have never wanted to hurt someone so badly in my life. Fantasized about saying to AM "Oh, you got your tickets for free?" AM "No." "Well neither did I...so tell your kid to sit down and watch the movie or leave!!!" It was one of the worst experiences of princess BK's life and I've never seen anyone as stupid as AM. The End.
This is the story of Subway man. Subway man pissed me the hell off today. See...I drive into the Subway parking lot and this bastard zips right in and parks next to the spot I was going for. No biggie right? Wrong. He parked so bobbed up that I couldn't get into the space next to him. So, Subway man gets out of his car, decked out in black turtleneck, black pants, and black jacket (it's over 100 degrees today, wtf?) and holds his hand up for me to stop so he can walk in front of my car. Yep. The nerve! So then I park way far away and walk in the smoldering heat to whet my appetite. Get in and of course he's in front of me, taking FOREVER!! Not only that, but he got the last of the wheat bread and they had run out of turkey! Who the hell runs out of turkey?! Of course, that was the sandwich I wanted and Subway man got the last of those. Then, of all the tables in the entire Subway that were open...he takes the table by the window, the one I always sit at when I eat there, the bastard. I hate Subway man.
Once upon a time there was an annoying little girl. This annoying little girl (ALG) just happened to be in the same movie theatre as Princess BelKel(name changed to protect the innocent) when the princess went to see a certain movie... we'll call it War Stars. Now, by the behavior of ALG you would think she showed up at the theatre solo (no, not Han Solo...Sans Han, wtf am I talking about?) but in fact, ALG was with annoying-mother-who-doesn't-pay-attention-to-her-kid-and-lets-her-cell-phone-go-off-in-the-middle-of-the-movie (here on known as AM) and grandfather. ALG spent the ENTIRE movie hopping up and down the stairs near princess BK and her friend. Sliding down the railing. She had on those damn shoes with the lights that flash on and off. She was making noise. I have never wanted to hurt someone so badly in my life. Fantasized about saying to AM "Oh, you got your tickets for free?" AM "No." "Well neither did I...so tell your kid to sit down and watch the movie or leave!!!" It was one of the worst experiences of princess BK's life and I've never seen anyone as stupid as AM. The End.
This is the story of Subway man. Subway man pissed me the hell off today. See...I drive into the Subway parking lot and this bastard zips right in and parks next to the spot I was going for. No biggie right? Wrong. He parked so bobbed up that I couldn't get into the space next to him. So, Subway man gets out of his car, decked out in black turtleneck, black pants, and black jacket (it's over 100 degrees today, wtf?) and holds his hand up for me to stop so he can walk in front of my car. Yep. The nerve! So then I park way far away and walk in the smoldering heat to whet my appetite. Get in and of course he's in front of me, taking FOREVER!! Not only that, but he got the last of the wheat bread and they had run out of turkey! Who the hell runs out of turkey?! Of course, that was the sandwich I wanted and Subway man got the last of those. Then, of all the tables in the entire Subway that were open...he takes the table by the window, the one I always sit at when I eat there, the bastard. I hate Subway man.
I'm a multi-slacker
Some people multi-task...I've been multi-slacking all day. It's nice.
It has taken me too long to post this, so now since I was tagged by the ever-so-lovely V...I will finally oblige.
Films
Total number of films I own on dvd?
Not sure, about 12?
The last film I bought?
Garden State and Napoleon Dynamite (together)
The last film I watched on TV?
Office Space (LOVE this movie)
In the cinema?
Kicking and Screaming (Will Farrell is hilarious)
Five films that I watch a lot or mean a lot to me.
1. Love Actually...I just love this movie and it gives me the warm fuzzies.
2. The Exorcist...I'm a horror movie freak and can't get enough.
3. Garden State...Need I even explain?
4. Napoleon Dynamite...Again, no explanation necessary except that I absolutely LOVE this movie.
5. The Last Time I Committed Suicide...If you have not seen this, I highly recommend it. It brings back memories of people and times long gone.
Honestly folks, I can't really shorten it to 5...I watch movies on a constant basis over and over and over. I love movies and can never get enough. I watch them every chance I get. I feel like I've left so many out (and I have) but those popped into my head.
It has taken me too long to post this, so now since I was tagged by the ever-so-lovely V...I will finally oblige.
Films
Total number of films I own on dvd?
Not sure, about 12?
The last film I bought?
Garden State and Napoleon Dynamite (together)
The last film I watched on TV?
Office Space (LOVE this movie)
In the cinema?
Kicking and Screaming (Will Farrell is hilarious)
Five films that I watch a lot or mean a lot to me.
1. Love Actually...I just love this movie and it gives me the warm fuzzies.
2. The Exorcist...I'm a horror movie freak and can't get enough.
3. Garden State...Need I even explain?
4. Napoleon Dynamite...Again, no explanation necessary except that I absolutely LOVE this movie.
5. The Last Time I Committed Suicide...If you have not seen this, I highly recommend it. It brings back memories of people and times long gone.
Honestly folks, I can't really shorten it to 5...I watch movies on a constant basis over and over and over. I love movies and can never get enough. I watch them every chance I get. I feel like I've left so many out (and I have) but those popped into my head.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Thank you, please drive through.
There is so much running through my head right now, I can't even focus on one specific thing. I feel a bit stressed, sad, loopy, tired, and bland all at the same time.
Not sure where each feeling is stemming from, but here's my analysis.
Stressed:
In a nutshell, my job. I mean, not so much that I'm going to lose it (my job that is, my sanity I just might) because really I'm at a point where I could give 2 shits. I hate my job as you know but not the job itself, but where I'm at and how I'm working for. The type of job and the stuff I have to do (most of it, not the bitch stuff) I like. Recently, we've pretty much had our entire management staff replaced....except flaky, stupid boss. Why? Because he kisses ass like nobody else. I know he's living in constant fear though. I've just been so much busier lately and have had so much more to do it seems and I'm feeling the stress. Apparently by Friday, spring cleaning will be done and we'll know who's here to stay.
Sad:
This is a tougher one. I think I'm sad because really my life sucks right now. My professional life and my "love" life. Waa waa... I know. I'm not like completely depressed or anything, I just get like I know we all do at times. We watch a movie or read something or whatever and see other people happy with their lives, jobs, significant others and we envy that. We want it. Grass is always greener syndrome I suppose. I guess my problem is I always feel like I'm waiting for something. No one can make something happen for me but me. Still, I know this and sometimes I'm totally fine...and then I have my sad days. Guess this is just a sad day.
Loopy:
I really don't get where this is coming from...I guess kind of like a delirious type feeling that gives you the sillies. I feel a little ridiculous. I too am wondering how I can feel silly and sad at the same time...don't really know. It's just kinda there, lingering in my rearview mirror. Popping into my peripheral every so often. The wave of ridiculousness. Like when I walk through a certain dept here and this guy (that always tells me I walk too fast thus walking "loudly")happens to be at the front, so I stomp my way through...making my footsteps especially loud and hard, just to be dumb. It makes me laugh, don't really know why.
Tired:
The tiredness probably comes from staying up late last night to go see (here it comes) Revenge of the Sith. I won't say anything else about it except I thought it was good, and a bit depressing (maybe part of the sadness too?). Yeah, I KNEW he becomes Darth Vader but I was still sad about it. Anyway, that's why tired.
Bland:
This could be a combination of all the feelings at exactly the same time? You know, like when you mix a bunch of different colors together and you end up with this gross brown? Maybe that happens with emotions too? I just feel like I don't give a crap about anything right now, you know? Nothing is fun, nothing to be excited about, nothing is interesting. I feel zombiefied.
So there you have it. That's me today and I could go on and on and ramble about things, but I think that's enough for now.
Not sure where each feeling is stemming from, but here's my analysis.
Stressed:
In a nutshell, my job. I mean, not so much that I'm going to lose it (my job that is, my sanity I just might) because really I'm at a point where I could give 2 shits. I hate my job as you know but not the job itself, but where I'm at and how I'm working for. The type of job and the stuff I have to do (most of it, not the bitch stuff) I like. Recently, we've pretty much had our entire management staff replaced....except flaky, stupid boss. Why? Because he kisses ass like nobody else. I know he's living in constant fear though. I've just been so much busier lately and have had so much more to do it seems and I'm feeling the stress. Apparently by Friday, spring cleaning will be done and we'll know who's here to stay.
Sad:
This is a tougher one. I think I'm sad because really my life sucks right now. My professional life and my "love" life. Waa waa... I know. I'm not like completely depressed or anything, I just get like I know we all do at times. We watch a movie or read something or whatever and see other people happy with their lives, jobs, significant others and we envy that. We want it. Grass is always greener syndrome I suppose. I guess my problem is I always feel like I'm waiting for something. No one can make something happen for me but me. Still, I know this and sometimes I'm totally fine...and then I have my sad days. Guess this is just a sad day.
Loopy:
I really don't get where this is coming from...I guess kind of like a delirious type feeling that gives you the sillies. I feel a little ridiculous. I too am wondering how I can feel silly and sad at the same time...don't really know. It's just kinda there, lingering in my rearview mirror. Popping into my peripheral every so often. The wave of ridiculousness. Like when I walk through a certain dept here and this guy (that always tells me I walk too fast thus walking "loudly")happens to be at the front, so I stomp my way through...making my footsteps especially loud and hard, just to be dumb. It makes me laugh, don't really know why.
Tired:
The tiredness probably comes from staying up late last night to go see (here it comes) Revenge of the Sith. I won't say anything else about it except I thought it was good, and a bit depressing (maybe part of the sadness too?). Yeah, I KNEW he becomes Darth Vader but I was still sad about it. Anyway, that's why tired.
Bland:
This could be a combination of all the feelings at exactly the same time? You know, like when you mix a bunch of different colors together and you end up with this gross brown? Maybe that happens with emotions too? I just feel like I don't give a crap about anything right now, you know? Nothing is fun, nothing to be excited about, nothing is interesting. I feel zombiefied.
So there you have it. That's me today and I could go on and on and ramble about things, but I think that's enough for now.
Monday, May 23, 2005
S-M-ooth
I just wish I could be in a professional situation and not come out looking like a retard sometimes. I mean, it doesn't happen all the time....or really often at all, but just at inopportune times.
Friday.
Lunch.
My boss, 2 women from the TV station, me.
Nice restaurant, one I frequent.
Appetizer- Jalapeno Cheese Dip (awesome).
So, they order the appetizer and it's one that I always get. I have a way I eat certain things...with this one if you add the Jalapeno Tabasco to it after you dip the chip in it, it's oh so savory. So, I'm sitting there talking to everyone at the table about super professional stuff. My boss had ordered a Heineken. So, I grab the Tabasco and pour it on my chip....except, it's not the Tabasco at all. It's the bobbin' Heineken! Yep, totally poured my bosses beer ALL OVER MYSELF!
Hey, what can I say...they're in the same color bottle. I wasn't paying close attention. He had put his beer in my Tabasco space. Everyone at the table and all nearby tables were laughing hysterically. Yes, even me. I actually could not stop laughing for a good 5 minutes. See, once I start laughing, it's really hard to stop. And when I do stop, if I think about it again a few minutes later, I'll bust out laughing again. My boss just looked at me like "What in the hell are you doing?" He didn't realize I had been using the Tabasco and so was totally flabbergasted at my beer move. Classic. There went my credibility!!
Friday.
Lunch.
My boss, 2 women from the TV station, me.
Nice restaurant, one I frequent.
Appetizer- Jalapeno Cheese Dip (awesome).
So, they order the appetizer and it's one that I always get. I have a way I eat certain things...with this one if you add the Jalapeno Tabasco to it after you dip the chip in it, it's oh so savory. So, I'm sitting there talking to everyone at the table about super professional stuff. My boss had ordered a Heineken. So, I grab the Tabasco and pour it on my chip....except, it's not the Tabasco at all. It's the bobbin' Heineken! Yep, totally poured my bosses beer ALL OVER MYSELF!
Hey, what can I say...they're in the same color bottle. I wasn't paying close attention. He had put his beer in my Tabasco space. Everyone at the table and all nearby tables were laughing hysterically. Yes, even me. I actually could not stop laughing for a good 5 minutes. See, once I start laughing, it's really hard to stop. And when I do stop, if I think about it again a few minutes later, I'll bust out laughing again. My boss just looked at me like "What in the hell are you doing?" He didn't realize I had been using the Tabasco and so was totally flabbergasted at my beer move. Classic. There went my credibility!!
Friday, May 20, 2005
If you get confused, listen to the music play
Amberlynn passed me the torch and so now it's my turn!
1. Total volume of music files on my computer?
I don’t know. I lost most of my music in a computer crash. I had a TON of music, although I'm really really bad at estimations. I had most of it burned onto cds, but all of it was lost from my machine. That'll teach me to backup!
2. The last CD I bought was?
I recently went on a CD shopping spree. I bought:
In between dreams- Jack Johnson, Guero- Beck, Live at Myrtle Beach- Widespread Panic, Live from Mars (my first one was ruined)- Ben Harper, The Hustle- G Love and Special Sauce, O- Damien Rice
3. Song playing right now:
Rodeo Clowns- G Love and Jack Johnson
4. Five songs I listen to a lot or that mean a lot to me(in no particular order):
1. Pilgrims- Widespread Panic
2. Let's Stay Together- Al Green
3. Crush- Dave Matthews Band
4. Blue Sky- The Allman Brothers
5. Cocoon- Jack Johnson
5. Which 5 people are you passing this baton to, and why?
1. Luke- Because I know he is a music freak
2. That Girl- I know all of her answers will include DMB;)
3. Martini- I know she's got some good taste
4. Blue- Because I'm interested to know the range of what he listens to
5. V- Because she seems so diverse in her music choices...I'm just curious about her favorites.
Keep in mind that you guys don't have to do this. I won't get my feelings hurt:) I mean, fine be that way;)
1. Total volume of music files on my computer?
I don’t know. I lost most of my music in a computer crash. I had a TON of music, although I'm really really bad at estimations. I had most of it burned onto cds, but all of it was lost from my machine. That'll teach me to backup!
2. The last CD I bought was?
I recently went on a CD shopping spree. I bought:
In between dreams- Jack Johnson, Guero- Beck, Live at Myrtle Beach- Widespread Panic, Live from Mars (my first one was ruined)- Ben Harper, The Hustle- G Love and Special Sauce, O- Damien Rice
3. Song playing right now:
Rodeo Clowns- G Love and Jack Johnson
4. Five songs I listen to a lot or that mean a lot to me(in no particular order):
1. Pilgrims- Widespread Panic
2. Let's Stay Together- Al Green
3. Crush- Dave Matthews Band
4. Blue Sky- The Allman Brothers
5. Cocoon- Jack Johnson
5. Which 5 people are you passing this baton to, and why?
1. Luke- Because I know he is a music freak
2. That Girl- I know all of her answers will include DMB;)
3. Martini- I know she's got some good taste
4. Blue- Because I'm interested to know the range of what he listens to
5. V- Because she seems so diverse in her music choices...I'm just curious about her favorites.
Keep in mind that you guys don't have to do this. I won't get my feelings hurt:) I mean, fine be that way;)
I have a new word
So, I discovered a new word this weekend that could be used just like fickin', or freakin', or friggin', or fuckin'. And any variation of those words. My new word? Bob.
I know what you're thinking.
"KelBel...Bob isn't a new word. Bob has been around for ages...and not only isn't it a new word, it's also a name that has been around forever."
Well, you would be right...sort of. You see, in the sense that I will be using it, it is totally new. How did this come about, you wonder? I'll tell you using (of course) the dialogue which brought about this new word that kids will be using all over the world in no time.
I'm sitting with my (guy)friend who came in town this past weekend. We have been friends for about 8 years and tend to act a little ridiculous around each other, and usually our comments are filled with sarcasm. We were talking about stupid things that we could do (stupid things that have no significance and are pretty much pointless).
Friend: Check it out, I can whistle while moving my ears and eyebrows (who cares right?)
Me: Very proud of you.
Him: What?! (flabbergasted)
Me: (puzzled) I said, "Very proud of you."
Him: Oh, oh ok.
Me: What did you think I said?
Him: "Very Bob of you."
Me: Very Bob of you??? That doesn't even make sense! (In a mocking voice) "That was very Bob of you."
Him: That's so stupid.
Me: Actually, I think I'm gonna use that. Think about it, it could become the new slang word. Kids all over the world will be like "Hey man, that's bobbin'. That's like, totally bob."
Him: You are so ridiculous.
Me: No, seriously! I'm totally using it now.
And I have been using it ever since. It's a word that can be used in any sense. Like instead of staying "That's so freakin' cool..." they'll be saying "That's so bobbin' cool." It's gonna stick I tell you. And then, when everyone becomes accustomed to it...I'm gonna change it. That's how I will rule the world. HAPPY FRIDAY!!
I know what you're thinking.
"KelBel...Bob isn't a new word. Bob has been around for ages...and not only isn't it a new word, it's also a name that has been around forever."
Well, you would be right...sort of. You see, in the sense that I will be using it, it is totally new. How did this come about, you wonder? I'll tell you using (of course) the dialogue which brought about this new word that kids will be using all over the world in no time.
I'm sitting with my (guy)friend who came in town this past weekend. We have been friends for about 8 years and tend to act a little ridiculous around each other, and usually our comments are filled with sarcasm. We were talking about stupid things that we could do (stupid things that have no significance and are pretty much pointless).
Friend: Check it out, I can whistle while moving my ears and eyebrows (who cares right?)
Me: Very proud of you.
Him: What?! (flabbergasted)
Me: (puzzled) I said, "Very proud of you."
Him: Oh, oh ok.
Me: What did you think I said?
Him: "Very Bob of you."
Me: Very Bob of you??? That doesn't even make sense! (In a mocking voice) "That was very Bob of you."
Him: That's so stupid.
Me: Actually, I think I'm gonna use that. Think about it, it could become the new slang word. Kids all over the world will be like "Hey man, that's bobbin'. That's like, totally bob."
Him: You are so ridiculous.
Me: No, seriously! I'm totally using it now.
And I have been using it ever since. It's a word that can be used in any sense. Like instead of staying "That's so freakin' cool..." they'll be saying "That's so bobbin' cool." It's gonna stick I tell you. And then, when everyone becomes accustomed to it...I'm gonna change it. That's how I will rule the world. HAPPY FRIDAY!!
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Times....they are a changin'
Whoa Nelly!! Talk about "Who moved my cheese." Moved it? I think someone ate that nasty, foot smellin', hunk of rotten milk. I can't even find it.
See, things are advancing at a rapid pace around here. Changing, moving, evolving...so to speak. Now, I'm not allergic to change...as a matter of fact, I kinda like to change things up every so often to break the monotony. Problem is, is this change for the better? For me anyway?
New guy comes in, new General Sales Manager. My boss likened him to Jesus practically. Whatever. Apparently he's good. Thing is, the owner of our company really has the final say in what happens around here. Or at least he did until yesterday when this guy came in.
So this new GSM is making changes left and right. We're going to do this this way and that that way, yadda yadda yadda. We're going to revamp the way we market, change the way the ads look, and blah blah blah.
"Uh...ummm...hey boss, isn't that our job? Aren't we the ones that have been doing that?"
See, traditionally businesses in this industry do not have an in-house advertising agency. It was a new thing they are/were trying. Typically, the GSMs design the ads, come up with campaigns, and they have a 3rd party agency that does all the artwork and TV and radio spots. Now, since this guy is so used to doing it his way, and he has in fact been given free reign to do whatever the hell he wants, now I fear for my job. I saw on my bosses computer that he was working on his resume. Interesting. (No, I wasn't snooping. My computer was acting up. Well, it just happened to be glaring at me as the most recent document being worked on.)
Funny thing was, my boss was the owner's lap dog. I think that's why he's been kept around. Now that the owner got a new prize puppy...the mutt that is my boss may be out on the streets. Now, where does that leave me? Don't know. I have some valuable assets that might force them to keep me here (until I can find another job, that is. I don't care about this one except as a means to pay bills while I look elsewhere) so I'm not really sure where that leaves me. I do the Web stuff and I'm well-versed in our CRM software. No one else knows how to do this. Does that give me a sense of security? NO.
This place doesn't give two shits about their employees. I can tell you that much. I don't care about losing this job, just about losing it before I can replace it. So I'm not confident that GSM sees our department as a necessity. He's been somewhere and been very successful without an in house agency. This company has been very successful in the past without one. We are pretty much expendable. And under scrutiny.
Now, the majority of this is speculation. I could be inventing my very own "conspiracy theory", but I don't think so. You know that feeling? THE feeling. I've got that. I'm just trying to do all that I can to portray a sense of importance right now, and get out while I can.
This is not the kind of change I like. Not when the change is me and the unemployment office is the vending machine. Surprisingly, I'm not super stressed or freaking out. I'm pretty much "whatever" about the whole thing. Guess I just gotta see what happens. If I panic, then I won't act in an educated way. I'll just go with the flow:)
See, things are advancing at a rapid pace around here. Changing, moving, evolving...so to speak. Now, I'm not allergic to change...as a matter of fact, I kinda like to change things up every so often to break the monotony. Problem is, is this change for the better? For me anyway?
New guy comes in, new General Sales Manager. My boss likened him to Jesus practically. Whatever. Apparently he's good. Thing is, the owner of our company really has the final say in what happens around here. Or at least he did until yesterday when this guy came in.
So this new GSM is making changes left and right. We're going to do this this way and that that way, yadda yadda yadda. We're going to revamp the way we market, change the way the ads look, and blah blah blah.
"Uh...ummm...hey boss, isn't that our job? Aren't we the ones that have been doing that?"
See, traditionally businesses in this industry do not have an in-house advertising agency. It was a new thing they are/were trying. Typically, the GSMs design the ads, come up with campaigns, and they have a 3rd party agency that does all the artwork and TV and radio spots. Now, since this guy is so used to doing it his way, and he has in fact been given free reign to do whatever the hell he wants, now I fear for my job. I saw on my bosses computer that he was working on his resume. Interesting. (No, I wasn't snooping. My computer was acting up. Well, it just happened to be glaring at me as the most recent document being worked on.)
Funny thing was, my boss was the owner's lap dog. I think that's why he's been kept around. Now that the owner got a new prize puppy...the mutt that is my boss may be out on the streets. Now, where does that leave me? Don't know. I have some valuable assets that might force them to keep me here (until I can find another job, that is. I don't care about this one except as a means to pay bills while I look elsewhere) so I'm not really sure where that leaves me. I do the Web stuff and I'm well-versed in our CRM software. No one else knows how to do this. Does that give me a sense of security? NO.
This place doesn't give two shits about their employees. I can tell you that much. I don't care about losing this job, just about losing it before I can replace it. So I'm not confident that GSM sees our department as a necessity. He's been somewhere and been very successful without an in house agency. This company has been very successful in the past without one. We are pretty much expendable. And under scrutiny.
Now, the majority of this is speculation. I could be inventing my very own "conspiracy theory", but I don't think so. You know that feeling? THE feeling. I've got that. I'm just trying to do all that I can to portray a sense of importance right now, and get out while I can.
This is not the kind of change I like. Not when the change is me and the unemployment office is the vending machine. Surprisingly, I'm not super stressed or freaking out. I'm pretty much "whatever" about the whole thing. Guess I just gotta see what happens. If I panic, then I won't act in an educated way. I'll just go with the flow:)
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Bitch Duty
Oh yes kiddies, bitch duty has begun. Well, kind of anyway. Now, when I say "bitch", I don't mean it in any of the following terms:
bitch (bch)n.
1. A female canine animal, especially a dog.
2. Offensive.
a. A woman considered to be spiteful or overbearing.
b. A lewd woman.
c. A man considered to be weak or contemptible.
3. Slang. A complaint.
4. Slang. Something very unpleasant or difficult.
When I say "bitch" I mean personal slave, errand girl, basically I do anything anyone asks me to just short of wiping ass. So, I hate my job more intensely than anything I've ever hated....ever.
The guy from the newspaper is bringing me an application and is going to push my resume through to the director. So, cross your fingers people. Maybe in a few weeks I can have my very own, brand new bitch...instead of being someone else's.
BTW, I apologize in advance for sounding like a whiny little brat but I'm about to lose my mind and go postal on this mutha. Thanks for understanding:)
bitch (bch)n.
1. A female canine animal, especially a dog.
2. Offensive.
a. A woman considered to be spiteful or overbearing.
b. A lewd woman.
c. A man considered to be weak or contemptible.
3. Slang. A complaint.
4. Slang. Something very unpleasant or difficult.
When I say "bitch" I mean personal slave, errand girl, basically I do anything anyone asks me to just short of wiping ass. So, I hate my job more intensely than anything I've ever hated....ever.
The guy from the newspaper is bringing me an application and is going to push my resume through to the director. So, cross your fingers people. Maybe in a few weeks I can have my very own, brand new bitch...instead of being someone else's.
BTW, I apologize in advance for sounding like a whiny little brat but I'm about to lose my mind and go postal on this mutha. Thanks for understanding:)
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
What do you DO here?
I know every so often I post a bitch about work, my boss, the people here, the money (or lack thereof)....this post is no different.
So yesterday I get out of my meeting and my boss walks up to me. I know I post lots of conversations but frankly, who gives a crap;)?
Him: We need to find out what (bitchface who is pregnant and leaving and is a clerk...here on referred to as just bitchface) does.
Me: WE need to find out what she does?
Him: Ok, you need to find out what she does.
Me: And why is that?
Him: So that when she's gone we will be able to still do what she's doing.
Me: WE huh? Are you trying to tell me that I'm taking this over too????
Him: Well, maybe.
Me: Oh, no. That's fine. I'll just go ahead and do the jobs of 4 people. That's cool really. I have all the time in the world. Oh...and PLEASE don't pay me anymore. I couldn't possibly ask for anymore money. I wonder how many jobs I can take on actually? You know what we should do?!?! Let's fire all the salespeople too!! We don't need them, I mean I'm here. I can do everyone's jobs! Wouldn't that be great?! And I could work for FREE!!!
Him: (just staring at me blankly) Oh, well....uh. This is the perfect opportunity to get more money.
Me: WHAT? That is such crap. You know as well as I do that I'm not going to get shit. This is ridiculous.
So now kids, my official job title at work is Web Manager Client Relations Manager Marketing Administrator Clerk. Has a nice ring to it, no? I think I might just shorten it to "Bitch" though. Sounds closer to the truth. Bitter much?
So yesterday I get out of my meeting and my boss walks up to me. I know I post lots of conversations but frankly, who gives a crap;)?
Him: We need to find out what (bitchface who is pregnant and leaving and is a clerk...here on referred to as just bitchface) does.
Me: WE need to find out what she does?
Him: Ok, you need to find out what she does.
Me: And why is that?
Him: So that when she's gone we will be able to still do what she's doing.
Me: WE huh? Are you trying to tell me that I'm taking this over too????
Him: Well, maybe.
Me: Oh, no. That's fine. I'll just go ahead and do the jobs of 4 people. That's cool really. I have all the time in the world. Oh...and PLEASE don't pay me anymore. I couldn't possibly ask for anymore money. I wonder how many jobs I can take on actually? You know what we should do?!?! Let's fire all the salespeople too!! We don't need them, I mean I'm here. I can do everyone's jobs! Wouldn't that be great?! And I could work for FREE!!!
Him: (just staring at me blankly) Oh, well....uh. This is the perfect opportunity to get more money.
Me: WHAT? That is such crap. You know as well as I do that I'm not going to get shit. This is ridiculous.
So now kids, my official job title at work is Web Manager Client Relations Manager Marketing Administrator Clerk. Has a nice ring to it, no? I think I might just shorten it to "Bitch" though. Sounds closer to the truth. Bitter much?
Monday, May 16, 2005
Sometimes I wonder....
If all the stupid people in the world have been round up and dropped in this city. I guess I know it's not true because you guys encounter stupid people all the time.
In an attempt to take my friend from out of town to get the best mexican food in the city, we encountered a real genuine member of the species Idiotus Stupidus Ignoramus. Now folks, don't look too close and try to shut your ears because the sound that originates from this genus of the species will not just hurt your ears, it will hurt your brain. You cannot watch their mouths for fear that your fist will inevitably be attracted to this region of their face. It's frowned upon to punch this species only because of their nature. It's a sad, sad state.
So, after going to about 4 different restaurants...all of which closed at 8:30 or 9:00 on a Saturday (WTF is wrong with these people?) I decided to call a place to find out how late they were open. It went a little something like this:
Her: Hello... thank you for calling (name of restaurant). How can I help you?
Me: Yes, how late are you open tonight?
Her: Open?
Me: Yes.
Her: Tonight?
Me: Yes.
Her: Midnight.
Me: Midnight?
Her: Yes....No 7:00.
Me: 7:00 (I look at my watch that says 8:50 pm)?
Her: Yes, 7:00.
Me: So you're closed?
Her: No.
Me: How late are you open tonight?
Her: 7:00.
Me: What time do you close?
Her: Midnight.
Me: So you're open until Midnight tonight?
Her: We open at 7:00.
Me: Ok, thanks.
Holy shit. I don't think anyone that dumb has kept me busy for so long. I mean, I normally would have hung up by the middle of that conversation. I guess what confused her was the "open" in "how late are you open". I guess next time I know not to confuse the species with my fancy language. Geez.
In an attempt to take my friend from out of town to get the best mexican food in the city, we encountered a real genuine member of the species Idiotus Stupidus Ignoramus. Now folks, don't look too close and try to shut your ears because the sound that originates from this genus of the species will not just hurt your ears, it will hurt your brain. You cannot watch their mouths for fear that your fist will inevitably be attracted to this region of their face. It's frowned upon to punch this species only because of their nature. It's a sad, sad state.
So, after going to about 4 different restaurants...all of which closed at 8:30 or 9:00 on a Saturday (WTF is wrong with these people?) I decided to call a place to find out how late they were open. It went a little something like this:
Her: Hello... thank you for calling (name of restaurant). How can I help you?
Me: Yes, how late are you open tonight?
Her: Open?
Me: Yes.
Her: Tonight?
Me: Yes.
Her: Midnight.
Me: Midnight?
Her: Yes....No 7:00.
Me: 7:00 (I look at my watch that says 8:50 pm)?
Her: Yes, 7:00.
Me: So you're closed?
Her: No.
Me: How late are you open tonight?
Her: 7:00.
Me: What time do you close?
Her: Midnight.
Me: So you're open until Midnight tonight?
Her: We open at 7:00.
Me: Ok, thanks.
Holy shit. I don't think anyone that dumb has kept me busy for so long. I mean, I normally would have hung up by the middle of that conversation. I guess what confused her was the "open" in "how late are you open". I guess next time I know not to confuse the species with my fancy language. Geez.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Some fools never learn
I must sound like some kinda lush. At least, that's what they were telling me last night.
What was the occasion? It was Thurs Day! Need I say more;)? Actually, there's this big golf tournament this weekend (Ray Mickens Champions Fund) and so like 12 former and current NFL players were out at a sports bar here making an appearance. So we made an appearance to get a look at some of these guys.
They all sat and signed autographs and stuff and we just drank and tried to figure out who was who. I know Tony Tolbert was there, and Dat Nguyen, Anthony Dorsett, and some other people I didn't know. We had some beers and took some shots.
So, we're about to leave and there was this guy who had been making "eyes" at my friend the whole time. We get up and he flashes her his pearlies and she reciprocates. And then she leaves. And we're standing outside and the guy is still totally staring at her! So I tell her to go talk to him. She freaks out and can't do it. So I take my friend Richard (who is gay) and go back in. Then I don't have a speech prepared, and this is so 7th grade (Do you think my friend's pretty? Check yes or no) so we walk right past them and go to the bathroom. Prepare something to say, come back out, and....they're gone. Oops. Shit. Oh well.
We go to some other bars and have some other drinks, lots of other drinks. We hit 4 more bars I believe, with a few drinks at all of them. Fast forward to last bar. I was drunk. I didn't even want another drink. I just wanted the sweet, beautiful taste of good ol H2O. So, my friend and I sit at the bar. Here's the way we think:
Her: I feel bad just ordering water, taking up bar space.
Me: What do you want to do?
Her: Should we just order one drink and share it?
Me: Ok, or we could get shots, they're small (WTF?)
Her: Ok, what should we get?
Me: Umm...something not too strong. How about an Oatmeal Cookie?
Now, for those of you who don't know what an Oatmeal Cookie is...it has Butterscotch Schnapps, Bailey's (not too bad but probably not the best after all the other stuff), Firewater (ick!), and Jagermeister (ick!). Yeah, that's smart.
Her: Ok!
So, since we felt SO bad ordering water we ordered shots with each water. Now, if the irony is missed by you, let me 'splain. The fact that I needed water at all means that I definitely didn't need a shot. But we had a couple.
Then, what do you do when you're wasted and done for the night? Go EAT of course! Stupid stupid stupid. First of all, my friend's brother orders a pitcher of margaritas! WTF? So, we gorged on chile con queso, tortillas, chips, salsa, and fajita tacos. And margaritas. I don't really remember anything after that. My friend told me I just kept saying "I can't move, I think I'm dying." Yep, one of those nights.
And here I am, hungover again. Surprise surprise! I had to go and pick up newspapers and they gave a stack of whole newspapers vs. just the section we're in. I'm lugging what felt like 100 pounds of newspaper down the street in downtown trying to make it to my car without falling into oncoming traffic. Our sales rep at the TV station told me she could smell the liquor. Grrrrrreat! I didn't even leave my house this morning until 8:40! I can't wait 'til today is over!!!! Martini, I'm counting down with you but for different reasons obviously;) 5 hours and 45 minutes!
Oh shit, I just remembered it's Friday the 13th (imagine scary "ree ree ree" music).
What was the occasion? It was Thurs Day! Need I say more;)? Actually, there's this big golf tournament this weekend (Ray Mickens Champions Fund) and so like 12 former and current NFL players were out at a sports bar here making an appearance. So we made an appearance to get a look at some of these guys.
They all sat and signed autographs and stuff and we just drank and tried to figure out who was who. I know Tony Tolbert was there, and Dat Nguyen, Anthony Dorsett, and some other people I didn't know. We had some beers and took some shots.
So, we're about to leave and there was this guy who had been making "eyes" at my friend the whole time. We get up and he flashes her his pearlies and she reciprocates. And then she leaves. And we're standing outside and the guy is still totally staring at her! So I tell her to go talk to him. She freaks out and can't do it. So I take my friend Richard (who is gay) and go back in. Then I don't have a speech prepared, and this is so 7th grade (Do you think my friend's pretty? Check yes or no) so we walk right past them and go to the bathroom. Prepare something to say, come back out, and....they're gone. Oops. Shit. Oh well.
We go to some other bars and have some other drinks, lots of other drinks. We hit 4 more bars I believe, with a few drinks at all of them. Fast forward to last bar. I was drunk. I didn't even want another drink. I just wanted the sweet, beautiful taste of good ol H2O. So, my friend and I sit at the bar. Here's the way we think:
Her: I feel bad just ordering water, taking up bar space.
Me: What do you want to do?
Her: Should we just order one drink and share it?
Me: Ok, or we could get shots, they're small (WTF?)
Her: Ok, what should we get?
Me: Umm...something not too strong. How about an Oatmeal Cookie?
Now, for those of you who don't know what an Oatmeal Cookie is...it has Butterscotch Schnapps, Bailey's (not too bad but probably not the best after all the other stuff), Firewater (ick!), and Jagermeister (ick!). Yeah, that's smart.
Her: Ok!
So, since we felt SO bad ordering water we ordered shots with each water. Now, if the irony is missed by you, let me 'splain. The fact that I needed water at all means that I definitely didn't need a shot. But we had a couple.
Then, what do you do when you're wasted and done for the night? Go EAT of course! Stupid stupid stupid. First of all, my friend's brother orders a pitcher of margaritas! WTF? So, we gorged on chile con queso, tortillas, chips, salsa, and fajita tacos. And margaritas. I don't really remember anything after that. My friend told me I just kept saying "I can't move, I think I'm dying." Yep, one of those nights.
And here I am, hungover again. Surprise surprise! I had to go and pick up newspapers and they gave a stack of whole newspapers vs. just the section we're in. I'm lugging what felt like 100 pounds of newspaper down the street in downtown trying to make it to my car without falling into oncoming traffic. Our sales rep at the TV station told me she could smell the liquor. Grrrrrreat! I didn't even leave my house this morning until 8:40! I can't wait 'til today is over!!!! Martini, I'm counting down with you but for different reasons obviously;) 5 hours and 45 minutes!
Oh shit, I just remembered it's Friday the 13th (imagine scary "ree ree ree" music).
Thursday, May 12, 2005
I've got serious problems
I mean, I know I tell you all about dreams I have. Some are stupid, some are weird. Well, this one is just plain...I don't know what. I'm warning you.
So my dream began fairly normal. I was at my friend's house and we were just hanging out. Then my ex boyfriend (from like 9 years ago) shows up. We're all talking and then he starts trying to kiss me. I'm backing up, he's coming towards me. Locks onto my lips and then starts to grab my chest. I push him away and then we kick him out. Semi-normal I guess. Now, here's where it get's crazy.
So, the guy won't leave me alone. He's calling, he's following me, leaving notes on my car, etc. So what do I do to try and make myself resistable to him? I have a penis implanted on my knee. Yes, you read right. I said penis.
My friend's mom's friend did it. In the backyard. I don't know where this penis came from, but there it was, bright as day, on my knee. It was the weirdest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life. It was so real. And it was consta-erect. I mean, of course I don't know what it feels like to have a penis (not attached to me, I mean;)) but this was crazy! So, the guy comes over and I'm like "Hey, look what I got!" He looks at it and did he shrink away in disgust? NO! He's like "Whoa, that's crazy. Cool!" Uh, ok freakazoid.
So, I'm sitting at home and there it is...sticking out of my knee like some horrible monster (no offense guys) and I started FREAKING out. I was thinking "Oh my god, I'm never going to be able to wear shorts or a skirt again." I'm like a circus freak. WTF was I thinking!! So, I go back to my friends house and tell my friend's mom's friend that she needs to get this shit off me quick.
She says she'll try, but doesn't know how to undo an implant...only how to do one. I said I didn't give a crap, just do whatever. So, she gives me an epidural? I mean, I've never had a baby but I don't know that an epidural would be necessary for this type of operation.
Then, she cuts open my legs and underneath my skin I'm a robot. I know you think I'm making this up, but I'm freakin' serious. So then she's zapping wires together and stuff and I'm feeling little jolts of electricity. Then all of a sudden, the penis just falls off like it was glued on there or something.
What the hell is wrong with my head that I have this absolutely insane dreams!?!? Maybe someone spiked my fruit bowl.
So my dream began fairly normal. I was at my friend's house and we were just hanging out. Then my ex boyfriend (from like 9 years ago) shows up. We're all talking and then he starts trying to kiss me. I'm backing up, he's coming towards me. Locks onto my lips and then starts to grab my chest. I push him away and then we kick him out. Semi-normal I guess. Now, here's where it get's crazy.
So, the guy won't leave me alone. He's calling, he's following me, leaving notes on my car, etc. So what do I do to try and make myself resistable to him? I have a penis implanted on my knee. Yes, you read right. I said penis.
My friend's mom's friend did it. In the backyard. I don't know where this penis came from, but there it was, bright as day, on my knee. It was the weirdest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life. It was so real. And it was consta-erect. I mean, of course I don't know what it feels like to have a penis (not attached to me, I mean;)) but this was crazy! So, the guy comes over and I'm like "Hey, look what I got!" He looks at it and did he shrink away in disgust? NO! He's like "Whoa, that's crazy. Cool!" Uh, ok freakazoid.
So, I'm sitting at home and there it is...sticking out of my knee like some horrible monster (no offense guys) and I started FREAKING out. I was thinking "Oh my god, I'm never going to be able to wear shorts or a skirt again." I'm like a circus freak. WTF was I thinking!! So, I go back to my friends house and tell my friend's mom's friend that she needs to get this shit off me quick.
She says she'll try, but doesn't know how to undo an implant...only how to do one. I said I didn't give a crap, just do whatever. So, she gives me an epidural? I mean, I've never had a baby but I don't know that an epidural would be necessary for this type of operation.
Then, she cuts open my legs and underneath my skin I'm a robot. I know you think I'm making this up, but I'm freakin' serious. So then she's zapping wires together and stuff and I'm feeling little jolts of electricity. Then all of a sudden, the penis just falls off like it was glued on there or something.
What the hell is wrong with my head that I have this absolutely insane dreams!?!? Maybe someone spiked my fruit bowl.
The day we've all been waiting for!
Today is the official Slap Your Irritating Co-workers Holiday:
Do you have a co-worker who talks nonstop about nothing, working your last nerve with tedious and boring details that you don't give a damn about?
Do you have a co-worker who ALWAYS screws up stuff creating MORE work for you?
Do you have a co-worker who kisses so much booty, you can look in their mouth and see what your boss had for lunch?
Do you have a co-worker who is SOOO obnoxious, when he/she enters a room, everyone else clears it?
Well, on behalf of Ike Turner, I am so very very glad to officially announce today as SLAP YOUR IRRITATING CO-WORKER DAY! There are the rules you must follow:
* You can only slap one person per hour - no more.
* You can slap the same person again if they irritate you again in the same day.
* You are allowed to hold someone down as other co-workers take their turns slapping the irritant.
* No weapons are allowed...other than going upside somebody's head with a stapler or a hole-puncher.
* CURSING IS MANDATORY! After you have slapped the recipient, your "assault" must be followed with something like "cause I'm sick of your stupid-a$$ always messing up stuff!"
* If questioned by a supervisor [or police, if the supervisor is the irritant], you are allowed to LIE, LIE, LIE! Now, study the rules, break out your list of folks that you want to slap the living day lights out of and get to slapping.....and have a great day
Do you have a co-worker who talks nonstop about nothing, working your last nerve with tedious and boring details that you don't give a damn about?
Do you have a co-worker who ALWAYS screws up stuff creating MORE work for you?
Do you have a co-worker who kisses so much booty, you can look in their mouth and see what your boss had for lunch?
Do you have a co-worker who is SOOO obnoxious, when he/she enters a room, everyone else clears it?
Well, on behalf of Ike Turner, I am so very very glad to officially announce today as SLAP YOUR IRRITATING CO-WORKER DAY! There are the rules you must follow:
* You can only slap one person per hour - no more.
* You can slap the same person again if they irritate you again in the same day.
* You are allowed to hold someone down as other co-workers take their turns slapping the irritant.
* No weapons are allowed...other than going upside somebody's head with a stapler or a hole-puncher.
* CURSING IS MANDATORY! After you have slapped the recipient, your "assault" must be followed with something like "cause I'm sick of your stupid-a$$ always messing up stuff!"
* If questioned by a supervisor [or police, if the supervisor is the irritant], you are allowed to LIE, LIE, LIE! Now, study the rules, break out your list of folks that you want to slap the living day lights out of and get to slapping.....and have a great day
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me
Don't you just hate it when you purchase a brand new Honda and come to find later on out it's really a Pinto in disguise?
I was watching some late night TV last night...I think I landed on the SciFi channel. Anyway, I saw this commercial for something that I really thought was a joke. You know, like those Saturday Night Live spoofs and you're waiting for the punchline? Well, the punchline never came. It displayed a Website, so I thought "I better check it out...see if they weren't just messing with people."
Oh no, folks. This shite is the real deal. I just don't get it I guess.
I mean, how stupid are we in this nation that people can fool us by painting some stripes on a VW Rabbit and make us think that it's something else? I've never heard of such madness! Who are these people that are getting fooled and who are the geniuses that knew they could get away with this trickery?!
So, the commercial last night shows the difference between the real MINI and the imposters. The real MINI could fit into tight parallel parking spaces...it showed the fake attempting to fit in the same space. Did it? NO! It showed the real MINI on the crash course weaving through the cones with agility and grace. The counterfeit? It knocked the cones down! It shows the counterfeit doing the crash test...and it totally explodes! There's a DVD that shows you how to tell the difference!!!
Seriously people...these fakes look absolutely NOTHING like a MINI. I just couldn't believe it wasn't a joke. They even showed some guy in one of those chop shops or whatever, talking about it. What is this world coming to?
Does this mean I can put some fancy gadgets on my old 1988 Chevrolet Sprint and pass it off as one of the new hybrids?
Disclaimer: Now I realize that no matter what, this has to be a joke because there is no way that people can be so stupid that they think these are MINI Coopers. At least I hope it's a joke somehow.
I was watching some late night TV last night...I think I landed on the SciFi channel. Anyway, I saw this commercial for something that I really thought was a joke. You know, like those Saturday Night Live spoofs and you're waiting for the punchline? Well, the punchline never came. It displayed a Website, so I thought "I better check it out...see if they weren't just messing with people."
Oh no, folks. This shite is the real deal. I just don't get it I guess.
I mean, how stupid are we in this nation that people can fool us by painting some stripes on a VW Rabbit and make us think that it's something else? I've never heard of such madness! Who are these people that are getting fooled and who are the geniuses that knew they could get away with this trickery?!
So, the commercial last night shows the difference between the real MINI and the imposters. The real MINI could fit into tight parallel parking spaces...it showed the fake attempting to fit in the same space. Did it? NO! It showed the real MINI on the crash course weaving through the cones with agility and grace. The counterfeit? It knocked the cones down! It shows the counterfeit doing the crash test...and it totally explodes! There's a DVD that shows you how to tell the difference!!!
Seriously people...these fakes look absolutely NOTHING like a MINI. I just couldn't believe it wasn't a joke. They even showed some guy in one of those chop shops or whatever, talking about it. What is this world coming to?
Does this mean I can put some fancy gadgets on my old 1988 Chevrolet Sprint and pass it off as one of the new hybrids?
Disclaimer: Now I realize that no matter what, this has to be a joke because there is no way that people can be so stupid that they think these are MINI Coopers. At least I hope it's a joke somehow.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Doodle-oodle-oot
You know, like on "Wayne's World" when they go into a dream-type sequence or a flashback? Well, here's a flashback from my high school years because my friends and I were talking about things last night and it brought back a rush of memories.
Doodle-oodle-oot, Doodle-oodle-oot, Doodle-oodle-oot:
Time: Junior year of high school
Place: Going from my house to my friend Sarah's house
Scenario: We were having one of what we called our "dyke parties"(now, don't get the wrong idea...it was just because all 12 of us girls got together for a slumber party, and yes, that does say Junior year. Hey, we had to make time for the girls and leave the boys at home!)
My friend L and I were going to go over to (aw, hell I'll just use her name) our friend Sarah's house. Now, Sarah was what we liked to call prudish. She didn't ever try any drugs, didn't have sex, only drank on occasion. We all had experimented, and were currently indulging in the occasional hit from the bong. I admit it;)
SO, Sarah didn't like it when we were high around her. She said it made her feel like it was because we couldn't handle her sober. It wasn't that, it's just that her quirks were more hilarious when we were high (vs. annoying). Like, she planned out her outfits a month in advance...we're talking from socks to shoes all the way up to the clip she was going to wear in her hair. Totally coordinated. Very anal. Ok, so on with the story.
So, L and I decide that before we go to Sarah's house we'll have a few hits. So we partake and then proceed to drive to Sarah's. As we're driving, we started realizing how pissed she was going to be. We could already hear the shit we were going to catch.
Then, we of course realize how cool and nonchalant we are.
Me: We can play it off right?
L: Yeah, we're cool. She'll never know
Me: Yeah, we're cool.
We spent the entire rest of the car ride talking about how cool we are and how she'll never know.
So, we get to Sarah's house and she lived in one of those gated communities. She buzzed us in and was always in the habit of meeting us outside when we drove up. So, we drive up and get out of the car. She walks up to us. Here's how it goes.
Sarah:Are you guys stoned?
Us in Unison: NO!
Sarah: Yes you are!!
Us: NO we're not!!
Sarah: Well, then what's this?!!
Sarah pulls the biggest bud off of L's shirt. How we didn't notice that the entire time that we were talking about how cool we were that we could play it off, I have no idea. But we busted up laughing. I think I peed a little. I'm talking rolling around on the cement, crying laughing. Then I noticed Sarah wasn't laughing. Which made me laugh harder because...that's pretty damn funny really. Of course we told her what happened and the conversation, and she still didn't laugh, but we couldn't stop. Eventually she got over it...I think she finally forgave us about 3 years later;)
Doodle-oodle-oot, Doodle-oodle-oot, Doodle-oodle-oot:
Time: Junior year of high school
Place: Going from my house to my friend Sarah's house
Scenario: We were having one of what we called our "dyke parties"(now, don't get the wrong idea...it was just because all 12 of us girls got together for a slumber party, and yes, that does say Junior year. Hey, we had to make time for the girls and leave the boys at home!)
My friend L and I were going to go over to (aw, hell I'll just use her name) our friend Sarah's house. Now, Sarah was what we liked to call prudish. She didn't ever try any drugs, didn't have sex, only drank on occasion. We all had experimented, and were currently indulging in the occasional hit from the bong. I admit it;)
SO, Sarah didn't like it when we were high around her. She said it made her feel like it was because we couldn't handle her sober. It wasn't that, it's just that her quirks were more hilarious when we were high (vs. annoying). Like, she planned out her outfits a month in advance...we're talking from socks to shoes all the way up to the clip she was going to wear in her hair. Totally coordinated. Very anal. Ok, so on with the story.
So, L and I decide that before we go to Sarah's house we'll have a few hits. So we partake and then proceed to drive to Sarah's. As we're driving, we started realizing how pissed she was going to be. We could already hear the shit we were going to catch.
Then, we of course realize how cool and nonchalant we are.
Me: We can play it off right?
L: Yeah, we're cool. She'll never know
Me: Yeah, we're cool.
We spent the entire rest of the car ride talking about how cool we are and how she'll never know.
So, we get to Sarah's house and she lived in one of those gated communities. She buzzed us in and was always in the habit of meeting us outside when we drove up. So, we drive up and get out of the car. She walks up to us. Here's how it goes.
Sarah:Are you guys stoned?
Us in Unison: NO!
Sarah: Yes you are!!
Us: NO we're not!!
Sarah: Well, then what's this?!!
Sarah pulls the biggest bud off of L's shirt. How we didn't notice that the entire time that we were talking about how cool we were that we could play it off, I have no idea. But we busted up laughing. I think I peed a little. I'm talking rolling around on the cement, crying laughing. Then I noticed Sarah wasn't laughing. Which made me laugh harder because...that's pretty damn funny really. Of course we told her what happened and the conversation, and she still didn't laugh, but we couldn't stop. Eventually she got over it...I think she finally forgave us about 3 years later;)
Monday, May 09, 2005
It's a bird, it's a plane, no it's ???
Last time you checked in on our heroine, she was on her way to a baseball game. Did she and her friends make it? Did she and her friends get their drink on before the game and decide to go out and party instead?
The answer is b) she and her friends got their drink on before the game and decided to go out and party instead.
She and her friends drove all the way across town to go to a restaurant that has another location not 2 minutes from her house. What brought on this madness?
The original plan: Have some dinner and drinks before the game at the restaurant right next door to the stadium so they wouldn't flake out on the game.
The actual occurence: They were having too much fun drinking and the wind was too much. They drove all the way back across town to go to a bar.
When our heroine and her friends get to the bar (after pit stops at each person's "headquarters") the buzz had gone a bit stale and everyone was tired. Until the shots came and the bar started to fill up.
Then came Karaoke. And the bet. And the voice that trembled and then gained confidence.
Karaoke is something our heroine never really participates in. Only witnesses it for entertainment purposes. Until the game began and the drink was flowing. And our heroine's friends began to offer $5 for every song sung. Not that our heroine is hard up for money, mind you, but who would pass that up.
The conditions: They got to pick the songs and she just had to go up unknowing.
Luckily they were kind. Our heroine sang "Nobody" by Sylvia and "You're so Vain" by Carly Simon. I must say, she did a bang up job. The crowd cheered. Despite the heart palpitations, the face that turned beet red, and the initial slight tremble in the voice...she was a hit.
Our heroine celebrated with drinks (and drinks and more drinks!) and dancing the electric slide (which she had never danced before) and did some bootyshakin' as well. Good times were had by all and our heroine made it safely home.
The answer is b) she and her friends got their drink on before the game and decided to go out and party instead.
She and her friends drove all the way across town to go to a restaurant that has another location not 2 minutes from her house. What brought on this madness?
The original plan: Have some dinner and drinks before the game at the restaurant right next door to the stadium so they wouldn't flake out on the game.
The actual occurence: They were having too much fun drinking and the wind was too much. They drove all the way back across town to go to a bar.
When our heroine and her friends get to the bar (after pit stops at each person's "headquarters") the buzz had gone a bit stale and everyone was tired. Until the shots came and the bar started to fill up.
Then came Karaoke. And the bet. And the voice that trembled and then gained confidence.
Karaoke is something our heroine never really participates in. Only witnesses it for entertainment purposes. Until the game began and the drink was flowing. And our heroine's friends began to offer $5 for every song sung. Not that our heroine is hard up for money, mind you, but who would pass that up.
The conditions: They got to pick the songs and she just had to go up unknowing.
Luckily they were kind. Our heroine sang "Nobody" by Sylvia and "You're so Vain" by Carly Simon. I must say, she did a bang up job. The crowd cheered. Despite the heart palpitations, the face that turned beet red, and the initial slight tremble in the voice...she was a hit.
Our heroine celebrated with drinks (and drinks and more drinks!) and dancing the electric slide (which she had never danced before) and did some bootyshakin' as well. Good times were had by all and our heroine made it safely home.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Take me out to the ballgame
Well, I'm getting ready to go to a baseball game...yeah, I know I said I don't like baseball but we got free box seats and there's lots of beer, and hotdogs, and hopefully some hotties? I know one of the guys that does marketing over there who got me the tix and said to come find him and say hi. If I don't, he'll hunt me down. I like the sound of that;) He's pretty cute, but since we do business w/them, I don't wanna screw it up. But if I do, screw it! Well, if you're looking for something to do and you like movies...I recommend going to see "Crash". I thought it was a great movie and I went in not having any idea what it was about. So, that's it. I just had my sushi fix and now it's time to get ready to see the Diablos get their butts kicked by some random team that I've never heard of. PLAY BALL!
Friday, May 06, 2005
Holy Guacamole!
Not to be confused with Martini's ever-so-popular "Holy Cannoli". The Guacamole is staying with the "Cinco de Mayo tradition".
So yes, I went out last night.
I indulged in all of the Mexican bebidas that I think so highly of.
I ate 2 (yeah 2...although hours between them) Chile Relleno burritos, compliments of the burrito man and my friends with cash.
I met an English guy who was making me laugh so hard, partly because when he was talking I had flashbacks of trying to understand "Snatch" again.
The English guy spoke to my friend who just kept saying "I don't understand you." Then we would all laugh.
Met an old man sitting at the bar who kept dragging the bartender over everytime I came up to get a drink, but not before he'd say "Another drink already?"
Bought a pack of cigarettes and smoked one and gave the rest of the pack to my smoker friend.
Met a guy while waiting for my drink, who's first words to me were "I don't know anyone here." So, I said, "You do now".
Said guy was a cutie and from New Hampshire and has only lived here for a month. Doesn't know anyone, so I got his number...you know, to be his "friend":) Very cool, very nice guy.
Kept drinking and drinking and had my bewbie grabbed twice by two different people. They said they couldn't help it (one was a friend and one was a girl...now normally I'd probably get pissed, but I was in a great mood).
Then my friend wants to leave because she had to catch a plane at 6:45 am this morning. Damn...I gotta go. Get my tab and it's $12...damn I love dollar drinks!
Then, my other friend and I get dropped off and decide we're gonna go back. We were having so much fun that we went back.
In a matter of the 10 minutes since we had left, the place was was like a tin of sardines. I mean, no joke. It was insanely packed.
I didn't have any cash (only my debit card, and I didn't want to start another tab) so we found some guys who wanted to buy us drinks.
Had some drinks and then realized that since we couldn't even move, it was time to go.
Went home and passed out.
Woke up around 6:49 am (alarm went off at 6:40 and I had already pressed snooze once). Had to go to the bathroom and get some water.
Went back to bed until 7:25 am (hey, I still had some snoozes left)
Took my drag ass forever to get ready and didn't have time to eat...but I was starving!!
Had to go to the newspaper to get tear sheets for our meeting. Saw a guy with a partially amputated leg with a wheelchair. But he was not sitting in it, he was facing it, bad leg in the seat, using the other leg to skateboard push it. Interesting really.
Got to work and was really sad that I had an appointment I forgot about.
Good thing was...she brought breakfast!! Menudo, tacos, and burritos...oh my!
Everything was turning out ok until I tried to activate my new Cingular phone. Neither phones were working and then I finally get the new one going (after being on the phone w/Customer I don't Care for an hour) and they tell me...oh sorry, forgot to mention that you're ficked. You can't get any numbers off your old phone. WTF?!?!?!?! They didn't tell me that earlier. I'm screwed. Business contacts, personal contacts, people I want to have personal contact with!! And the cutie from last night...he didn't get my number b/c he didn't have his phone on him!! I'm so pissed off right now.
So yes, I went out last night.
I indulged in all of the Mexican bebidas that I think so highly of.
I ate 2 (yeah 2...although hours between them) Chile Relleno burritos, compliments of the burrito man and my friends with cash.
I met an English guy who was making me laugh so hard, partly because when he was talking I had flashbacks of trying to understand "Snatch" again.
The English guy spoke to my friend who just kept saying "I don't understand you." Then we would all laugh.
Met an old man sitting at the bar who kept dragging the bartender over everytime I came up to get a drink, but not before he'd say "Another drink already?"
Bought a pack of cigarettes and smoked one and gave the rest of the pack to my smoker friend.
Met a guy while waiting for my drink, who's first words to me were "I don't know anyone here." So, I said, "You do now".
Said guy was a cutie and from New Hampshire and has only lived here for a month. Doesn't know anyone, so I got his number...you know, to be his "friend":) Very cool, very nice guy.
Kept drinking and drinking and had my bewbie grabbed twice by two different people. They said they couldn't help it (one was a friend and one was a girl...now normally I'd probably get pissed, but I was in a great mood).
Then my friend wants to leave because she had to catch a plane at 6:45 am this morning. Damn...I gotta go. Get my tab and it's $12...damn I love dollar drinks!
Then, my other friend and I get dropped off and decide we're gonna go back. We were having so much fun that we went back.
In a matter of the 10 minutes since we had left, the place was was like a tin of sardines. I mean, no joke. It was insanely packed.
I didn't have any cash (only my debit card, and I didn't want to start another tab) so we found some guys who wanted to buy us drinks.
Had some drinks and then realized that since we couldn't even move, it was time to go.
Went home and passed out.
Woke up around 6:49 am (alarm went off at 6:40 and I had already pressed snooze once). Had to go to the bathroom and get some water.
Went back to bed until 7:25 am (hey, I still had some snoozes left)
Took my drag ass forever to get ready and didn't have time to eat...but I was starving!!
Had to go to the newspaper to get tear sheets for our meeting. Saw a guy with a partially amputated leg with a wheelchair. But he was not sitting in it, he was facing it, bad leg in the seat, using the other leg to skateboard push it. Interesting really.
Got to work and was really sad that I had an appointment I forgot about.
Good thing was...she brought breakfast!! Menudo, tacos, and burritos...oh my!
Everything was turning out ok until I tried to activate my new Cingular phone. Neither phones were working and then I finally get the new one going (after being on the phone w/Customer I don't Care for an hour) and they tell me...oh sorry, forgot to mention that you're ficked. You can't get any numbers off your old phone. WTF?!?!?!?! They didn't tell me that earlier. I'm screwed. Business contacts, personal contacts, people I want to have personal contact with!! And the cutie from last night...he didn't get my number b/c he didn't have his phone on him!! I'm so pissed off right now.
So, I don't know why I felt the need to give you a play by play, but there it is. In a nutshell, I'm hungover, tired, and now...pissed. But at least Cinco de Mayo was fun!
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Feliz Cinco de Mayo
I just want to give a shout out to all my Mexi-peeps on this holiday of holidays. In honor of this día de fiesta en Español, I'd like to share with you guys my favorite Spanish phrases, practiced throughout my high school years in Juarez, México. This was a typical night.
- ¿Por qué necesitas mi ID? Soy dieciocho. (Why do you need my ID? I'm 18.
- Compa(dre)...una cerveza por favor. (Friend/Bartender...a beer please.)
- Necesito fumar un cigarrillo.(I need to smoke a cigarette)
- Déme un shot (pronounced as spanishly as possible) por favor. (Get me a shot please)
- ¿A donde está el baño? (Where is the bathroom?)
- Voy a vomitar. (I'm going to vomit)
- ¡Mas tequila! (More tequila!)
- ¡Aquí vienen los polis! Corrale!! (Here comes the police! Run!!)
- Tengo hambre...quiero tacos! (I'm hungry...I want tacos!)
- ¿Es este gato carne? Es bueno. (Is this cat meat? It's good)
- ¿Quién puede manejar? (Who can drive?)
- ¡La línea en el puente está tan de largo! (The line on the bridge is so long!)
- Voy a ser atrasado para mi toque de queda! (I'm going to be late for my curfew!)
- No señor, no soy barracha. Soy Americana! (No sir, I'm not drunk. I'm American!)
So there you have it...a typical high school night for me huevos rancheros style. Speaking of huevos rancheros and also in honor of Cinco de Mayo...I would like to give a shout out to my fave Mexican dishes.
Huevos rancheros... who loves ya baby?!
Chilaquiles... mm mmm mmm!
Machaca... oh how I love your sweet, sweet meat.
Ceviche...something fishy this way comes.
Menudo...where's the beef?
Green Chile Enchiladas...ooh, Spicy!
Chimichangas...fry 'em, fry 'em, and fry 'em again!
Sal picón... words cannot describe how much I adore you.
And last but definitely not least...my little Mexican bebidas...how you've gotten me through life:)
Jose Cuervo
Patron
Margaritas
Corona
Dos Equis
Pacifico
Joaquíns
Micheladas
Sangria
Mexican Flags
So kids...go out tonight for Cinco de Mayo, have some Chimichangas, drink some Micheladas, and vas a vómito!!
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
flibbertigibbet
This word keeps pooping (ha...I had to leave it!) up in my head. I didn't really know the meaning but every so often it keeps coming back. Like a recurring dream except more like a "recurring obscure word." So, I looked it up.
flib·ber·ti·gib·bet ( P ) (flbr-t-jbt)n.
A silly, scatterbrained, or garrulous person.
n : a female fool
Is it because that's what I am? Is my brain trying to tell me something?
Listen brain, you wiseass you, that's elfed up. If you wanna say something, say it clearly so I can understand using words of which I am aware and know the meaning of. Don't camouflage your intent using verbiage consisting of lots of "b"s. Furthermore, don't you understand that by calling me that, you are inadvertently insulting yourself? I mean...flibbertigibbet means that you are scattered. What does that say about you? You pretty much control my every movement, so who's the flibbertigibbet now, smarty pants?
flib·ber·ti·gib·bet ( P ) (flbr-t-jbt)n.
A silly, scatterbrained, or garrulous person.
n : a female fool
Is it because that's what I am? Is my brain trying to tell me something?
Listen brain, you wiseass you, that's elfed up. If you wanna say something, say it clearly so I can understand using words of which I am aware and know the meaning of. Don't camouflage your intent using verbiage consisting of lots of "b"s. Furthermore, don't you understand that by calling me that, you are inadvertently insulting yourself? I mean...flibbertigibbet means that you are scattered. What does that say about you? You pretty much control my every movement, so who's the flibbertigibbet now, smarty pants?
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Hell phone
Dear Cingular Wireless (formerly AT&T),
I hate you. You are the bane of my existence. If your automated little beotch asks me one more time for my name, phone number, and last 4 digits of my social security number, I will go ballistic.
Why is it that when I need something simple done, you make it so difficult? God forbid I have some issue more complicated than how many minutes are left on my plan.
You see, I called today in the hopes that after you bought out CrapT&T, things might be a bit better. I see you kept their employees...or at least managed to find another couple hundred different idiots. Either way, you suck. Thanks for that. All I wanted was a new phone. That's it, no mas. My phone sucks terribly and I'm in dire need.
What was I required to do in order to get a new phone? Hmm...I haven't even gotten that far and have been on the phone with your Customer Care, E-Store, Financial Resposibility Transfer Dept (WTF?), and Online Order Department (which is different from your E-Store how??). I managed to finally get the account in my name. That's it.
See, every person I spoke to was either rude or stupid and frankly I have patience for neither. Unfortunately, I don't currently have the however much it costs to cancel your suckvice. You've managed to get a firm grasp on what would be my balls if I were a guy and keep me locked into this contract one way or another.
So, I'm going to keep your service with your shitty "Customer Care" reps (although you should change the name to Customer, I don't Care) because I currently am stuck. And I'm most likely going to end up paying for another phone that will suck in about 2 months. And I'm going to be pissed about it. But just know that I'm spreading the word and that I hate you. I hate your rotten, stinking guts.
Yours hatefully,
Customer shackled to your service for life
I hate you. You are the bane of my existence. If your automated little beotch asks me one more time for my name, phone number, and last 4 digits of my social security number, I will go ballistic.
Why is it that when I need something simple done, you make it so difficult? God forbid I have some issue more complicated than how many minutes are left on my plan.
You see, I called today in the hopes that after you bought out CrapT&T, things might be a bit better. I see you kept their employees...or at least managed to find another couple hundred different idiots. Either way, you suck. Thanks for that. All I wanted was a new phone. That's it, no mas. My phone sucks terribly and I'm in dire need.
What was I required to do in order to get a new phone? Hmm...I haven't even gotten that far and have been on the phone with your Customer Care, E-Store, Financial Resposibility Transfer Dept (WTF?), and Online Order Department (which is different from your E-Store how??). I managed to finally get the account in my name. That's it.
See, every person I spoke to was either rude or stupid and frankly I have patience for neither. Unfortunately, I don't currently have the however much it costs to cancel your suckvice. You've managed to get a firm grasp on what would be my balls if I were a guy and keep me locked into this contract one way or another.
So, I'm going to keep your service with your shitty "Customer Care" reps (although you should change the name to Customer, I don't Care) because I currently am stuck. And I'm most likely going to end up paying for another phone that will suck in about 2 months. And I'm going to be pissed about it. But just know that I'm spreading the word and that I hate you. I hate your rotten, stinking guts.
Yours hatefully,
Customer shackled to your service for life
Monday, May 02, 2005
Too much drama for my mama
So, I'm in the middle of drama. I usually steer clear but I like to hear about it (does that mean I'm ficked up?) So, my friend B has been dating this super duper psycho chick. I mean, "Fatal Attraction" psycho. There have been screaming matches and cops called. You know, a real healthy relationship. So, today it all came full circle.
See, we've all been good friends for a long time. The psycho bitch (PB) is unliked by all. Not one person that has met her has liked her...without any influence from others. Well, there was a huge argument that took place about a year ago (I was not involved) between PB, my friend B and my friend T(girl). Not too long after B and T made up. They're good friends and that's what friends do. Well, PB didn't know that this whole time they've been talking. She found out today. All hell broke loose.
sidebar: I mean, my friend B is an idiot and a glutton for punishment for staying with this girl all this time and he keeps saying "Oh, I told her I don't wanna see her anymore." We all know he's full of shit. He's basically not allowed to hang out with any of his friends b/c of her. He turns off his phone when she's with him and his cell phone is like a bottle is to a baby. Super cell phone dependent.
So, she found out B and T were talking. Wanted to talk to T. Grilled her about their friendship. Blah blah blah. Then she left him for good. Hip hip hooray I thought.
Then he just called. He is freaking out hardcore. She went to where he was eating dinner with his friends. She smacked the bejeezus out of him...like almost knocked out a tooth hard. Everyone was staring (as it is a regular hang out for a lot of us, so he knew almost everyone there). Then, she gets in her truck and RAMS INTO HIS CAR! You betcha. PSYCHO!!!!
He was screaming into the phone (not at me, but to me) saying "I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm fucking scared. I mean, I'm really fucking scared. Of a chick! I'm scared of a chick!!" He was worried she was going to do something to his house. He was on his way home and scared to go. I told him he could come to my house...as long as she didn't follow him. He pulls up to his house and she's there.
She is a fucking crazy bitch.
Update: He just called back and she RAMMED HER CAR INTO HIS GARAGE! Fucking psycho crazy nutjob insane bitch. And he can't call the cops b/c of certain "things" she knows. He's screwed.
See, we've all been good friends for a long time. The psycho bitch (PB) is unliked by all. Not one person that has met her has liked her...without any influence from others. Well, there was a huge argument that took place about a year ago (I was not involved) between PB, my friend B and my friend T(girl). Not too long after B and T made up. They're good friends and that's what friends do. Well, PB didn't know that this whole time they've been talking. She found out today. All hell broke loose.
sidebar: I mean, my friend B is an idiot and a glutton for punishment for staying with this girl all this time and he keeps saying "Oh, I told her I don't wanna see her anymore." We all know he's full of shit. He's basically not allowed to hang out with any of his friends b/c of her. He turns off his phone when she's with him and his cell phone is like a bottle is to a baby. Super cell phone dependent.
So, she found out B and T were talking. Wanted to talk to T. Grilled her about their friendship. Blah blah blah. Then she left him for good. Hip hip hooray I thought.
Then he just called. He is freaking out hardcore. She went to where he was eating dinner with his friends. She smacked the bejeezus out of him...like almost knocked out a tooth hard. Everyone was staring (as it is a regular hang out for a lot of us, so he knew almost everyone there). Then, she gets in her truck and RAMS INTO HIS CAR! You betcha. PSYCHO!!!!
He was screaming into the phone (not at me, but to me) saying "I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm fucking scared. I mean, I'm really fucking scared. Of a chick! I'm scared of a chick!!" He was worried she was going to do something to his house. He was on his way home and scared to go. I told him he could come to my house...as long as she didn't follow him. He pulls up to his house and she's there.
She is a fucking crazy bitch.
Update: He just called back and she RAMMED HER CAR INTO HIS GARAGE! Fucking psycho crazy nutjob insane bitch. And he can't call the cops b/c of certain "things" she knows. He's screwed.
From one extreme to the other
For those of you concerned...my eyes are all better. No more pink eyes! I was actually feeling much better Friday but my friends still boycotted me. Now Saturday? Saturday was a whole different ball game.
It started off fairly well. I got up and was energized...went to the gym and had a great workout. Called my boss to see if I could come get my check. No, he says. Why? Because they didn't have enough money to make payroll. Uh...WTF?!?! That's just awesome...another reason why a new job is in my near future. Anyway, he calls back a little later and says I can get my check after all. Still, it's the principle.
Anyway, here's a time line of events:
- 1:25 pm...picked up my super duper hungover friend for beers and mexican food
- 3:30pm ...get home and water the lawn
- 3:35 pm...different friend calls, wants to go to the mall
- 3:45 pm...friend picks me up and we go to the mall
-3:50 pm...go to almost every damn store in the mall and try on clothes
- 6:00 pm...leave mall (whew!)
- 6:10 pm...go to drug store to contemplate dying my hair dark brown
- 6:25 pm...opt to color the root growth with blonde and say that when/if I do decide to make the ultimate change, will get it done professionally
- 6:40 pm...get home and begin dye process
- 7:30 pm...finish dye process and wash out in shower
- 7:40 pm... first attempt at putting contacts back in after pink eye incident
- 7:45 pm... contact mission a success, begin applying "party night" makeup
- 8:00 pm...dry and style newly dyed and surprisingly great looking color hair
- 8:30 pm... get dressed and complete all finishing touches
- 8:50 pm...meet at friends house for "party night"
- 9:00 pm...on our way to the bar!
- 9:15 pm... workin' on my buzz
-10:00 pm ... decide the bar was lame and walk down the street to another bar
- 10:05 pm...still workin' on my buzz (although I was a lot further along than I thought)
- 12:00 am... pretty much drunk after many drinks (when I drink liquor I tend to drink too fast). Talking about nonsense to friends I haven't seen in a while (some topics...ghosts, feet, my cell phone??)
- 1:30 am...many of my friends have left (the ones that came with me anyway) end up leaving with some other friends.
- 1:45 am...get to my friend's house and what's that? a party? oh, ok, let's go.
- 1:50 am...go to a party and there are some randoms and some people I know (I am pretty much wasted)
- 2:30 am ... once again talking nonsense to people I haven't seen since grade school (crazy)
- 3:30 am...attempt to get up to go to the bathroom and stumble, almost busted my ass, and someone(?) caught me? I hear "sexy" and some other guy go "yeah". WTF?
- 4:25 am...time to go home. This guy says (and he was actually cute) "You should just stay." Uh, ok guy, sure I'll stay here with you. I don't even know you. Yeah, no thanks...even though you're cute.
- 4:45 am...stumble in my front door (after confirmation that I was in fact going to make good on my promise to attend the wine/blues/jazz festival at 1:00 pm the next day)
- 4:50 am... get home, realize I lost my phone and an earring?... pass out.
- 9:30 am... awakened with a start for no reason. Feel like head was pummeled with a large hammer of some sort. Take 1 Ibuprofen 800.
- 9:45 am...realize I am dying a slow, miserable death. NO Ficking way am I going to an outdoor festival in the hot sun to drink! I can't even sit upright.
- 9:50 am- 12:35 pm...my friend and her brother called me about 30 times during this period. My friend didn't want to go b/c she was almost as hungover as I was and her brother is the one we made the promise to. I was lying on the couch, semi-comatose, trying to choke down water and crackers.
- 12:40 pm...receive threatening phone call saying I better get my ass in the shower and get ready because I'm going
-12:42 pm...get in shower.
-12:44 pm...realize I probably am dying and get the urge to do the technicolor yawn. That was it...I had no time to plan. Threw up in the shower 4 times. Knew I was dying at that point. Noticed that the ibuprofen I had taken hours ago was still whole and in the bathtub. Gross...sorry. I figured the ibuprofen on an empty stomach was NOT the way to go.
- 1:15 pm...go to friend's house to meet and be chauffered to the wine festival
- 1:30pm...everyone meets at the house and no one is in as bad of shape as I am
- 1:45 pm...realize I am damn funny when I'm on my death bed as I keep coming up with little remarks that are making everyone laugh (no, not pity laughs...at least I hope not)
- 2:15 pm...get to the store for beers on the road and purchase a bag of Funyuns (don't ask...I haven't had those in years!)
- 2:45 pm...arrive at festival and begin to consume margaritas with shots of Rojo Loco (red wine of some type). Spend lots of money on drinks, a corn dog, curly fries, more drinks...and finally water. Went through waves of terrible and good feelings. Had fun, then was miserable...fun then miserable...and it went on and on. Finally, I couldn't do it anymore. I was on the verge and it was time.
-6:00 pm...We left and as soon as I got in the car with some AC I was MUCH better. Drank hot beers in the car...finished off funyuns (when I'm hungover, food is the greatest thing ever, once I can get it to stay down).
- 6:30 pm...decide we need some Mexican food (yeah, more food). Go to eat. My friend B decides to shove a whole sopaipilla in his mouth. Laughed uncontrollably for about 10 minutes.
-7:00 pm...B and E drop me off at home. I call my friend (who didn't do anything this weekend and feels fit as a fiddle) and B and E are at her house. Why did they drop me off then? They want me to come over.
-7:03 pm...(she lives really close) get to T's house and hang out. Laugh about stuff for like 30 minutes. Decide to go to B's house.
- 7:40 pm... get to B's house and hang out. Watched "Family Guy" and "American Dad"...laughed.
-9:10 pm...go to T's house and get in jacuzzi. Relaxed and relaxed.
- 10:15 pm...go home and (finally) pass out.
It was non-stop this weekend but I had a blast. I've never laughed so hard. So, that's it. Now I'm just dead today, but I think I'm gonna live.
It started off fairly well. I got up and was energized...went to the gym and had a great workout. Called my boss to see if I could come get my check. No, he says. Why? Because they didn't have enough money to make payroll. Uh...WTF?!?! That's just awesome...another reason why a new job is in my near future. Anyway, he calls back a little later and says I can get my check after all. Still, it's the principle.
Anyway, here's a time line of events:
- 1:25 pm...picked up my super duper hungover friend for beers and mexican food
- 3:30pm ...get home and water the lawn
- 3:35 pm...different friend calls, wants to go to the mall
- 3:45 pm...friend picks me up and we go to the mall
-3:50 pm...go to almost every damn store in the mall and try on clothes
- 6:00 pm...leave mall (whew!)
- 6:10 pm...go to drug store to contemplate dying my hair dark brown
- 6:25 pm...opt to color the root growth with blonde and say that when/if I do decide to make the ultimate change, will get it done professionally
- 6:40 pm...get home and begin dye process
- 7:30 pm...finish dye process and wash out in shower
- 7:40 pm... first attempt at putting contacts back in after pink eye incident
- 7:45 pm... contact mission a success, begin applying "party night" makeup
- 8:00 pm...dry and style newly dyed and surprisingly great looking color hair
- 8:30 pm... get dressed and complete all finishing touches
- 8:50 pm...meet at friends house for "party night"
- 9:00 pm...on our way to the bar!
- 9:15 pm... workin' on my buzz
-10:00 pm ... decide the bar was lame and walk down the street to another bar
- 10:05 pm...still workin' on my buzz (although I was a lot further along than I thought)
- 12:00 am... pretty much drunk after many drinks (when I drink liquor I tend to drink too fast). Talking about nonsense to friends I haven't seen in a while (some topics...ghosts, feet, my cell phone??)
- 1:30 am...many of my friends have left (the ones that came with me anyway) end up leaving with some other friends.
- 1:45 am...get to my friend's house and what's that? a party? oh, ok, let's go.
- 1:50 am...go to a party and there are some randoms and some people I know (I am pretty much wasted)
- 2:30 am ... once again talking nonsense to people I haven't seen since grade school (crazy)
- 3:30 am...attempt to get up to go to the bathroom and stumble, almost busted my ass, and someone(?) caught me? I hear "sexy" and some other guy go "yeah". WTF?
- 4:25 am...time to go home. This guy says (and he was actually cute) "You should just stay." Uh, ok guy, sure I'll stay here with you. I don't even know you. Yeah, no thanks...even though you're cute.
- 4:45 am...stumble in my front door (after confirmation that I was in fact going to make good on my promise to attend the wine/blues/jazz festival at 1:00 pm the next day)
- 4:50 am... get home, realize I lost my phone and an earring?... pass out.
- 9:30 am... awakened with a start for no reason. Feel like head was pummeled with a large hammer of some sort. Take 1 Ibuprofen 800.
- 9:45 am...realize I am dying a slow, miserable death. NO Ficking way am I going to an outdoor festival in the hot sun to drink! I can't even sit upright.
- 9:50 am- 12:35 pm...my friend and her brother called me about 30 times during this period. My friend didn't want to go b/c she was almost as hungover as I was and her brother is the one we made the promise to. I was lying on the couch, semi-comatose, trying to choke down water and crackers.
- 12:40 pm...receive threatening phone call saying I better get my ass in the shower and get ready because I'm going
-12:42 pm...get in shower.
-12:44 pm...realize I probably am dying and get the urge to do the technicolor yawn. That was it...I had no time to plan. Threw up in the shower 4 times. Knew I was dying at that point. Noticed that the ibuprofen I had taken hours ago was still whole and in the bathtub. Gross...sorry. I figured the ibuprofen on an empty stomach was NOT the way to go.
- 1:15 pm...go to friend's house to meet and be chauffered to the wine festival
- 1:30pm...everyone meets at the house and no one is in as bad of shape as I am
- 1:45 pm...realize I am damn funny when I'm on my death bed as I keep coming up with little remarks that are making everyone laugh (no, not pity laughs...at least I hope not)
- 2:15 pm...get to the store for beers on the road and purchase a bag of Funyuns (don't ask...I haven't had those in years!)
- 2:45 pm...arrive at festival and begin to consume margaritas with shots of Rojo Loco (red wine of some type). Spend lots of money on drinks, a corn dog, curly fries, more drinks...and finally water. Went through waves of terrible and good feelings. Had fun, then was miserable...fun then miserable...and it went on and on. Finally, I couldn't do it anymore. I was on the verge and it was time.
-6:00 pm...We left and as soon as I got in the car with some AC I was MUCH better. Drank hot beers in the car...finished off funyuns (when I'm hungover, food is the greatest thing ever, once I can get it to stay down).
- 6:30 pm...decide we need some Mexican food (yeah, more food). Go to eat. My friend B decides to shove a whole sopaipilla in his mouth. Laughed uncontrollably for about 10 minutes.
-7:00 pm...B and E drop me off at home. I call my friend (who didn't do anything this weekend and feels fit as a fiddle) and B and E are at her house. Why did they drop me off then? They want me to come over.
-7:03 pm...(she lives really close) get to T's house and hang out. Laugh about stuff for like 30 minutes. Decide to go to B's house.
- 7:40 pm... get to B's house and hang out. Watched "Family Guy" and "American Dad"...laughed.
-9:10 pm...go to T's house and get in jacuzzi. Relaxed and relaxed.
- 10:15 pm...go home and (finally) pass out.
It was non-stop this weekend but I had a blast. I've never laughed so hard. So, that's it. Now I'm just dead today, but I think I'm gonna live.
Friday, April 29, 2005
Conjunctiv-EYE-tis
Conjunctivitis symptoms:
- Mostly both eyes are affected, but often one starts before the other.
- The eye is red, with the blood vessels over the white of the eye more visible and swollen.
- The lining of the eyelids also looks redder or pinker than usual.
- The eye is sticky, with a discharge, which is worse when you wake up.
- The eye is itchy or painful.
- Sometimes people do not like to be in bright light (photophobia).
So ladies and gents, it's official and it's disgusting. Sorry. Actually, since I have no medical insurance as of yet (my company requires you to be employed for SIX months before you're eligible...highway robbery) I was going to go to an urgent care facility.
I had gone to our local pharmacy to inquire as to whether or not there was an OTC remedy for my ailment. No such luck. I called the urgent care facility and was told that the office visit would be (drum roll please) ....$185.00. WTF?!?! Umm...I'm sorry, but I'm poor and now I was screwed. Then, like a lightning bolt, I was hit with the recollection that mine friend had this not a month ago!! Hallelujah, I spoke unto myself! I called her, and called her, and called her. But alas, got only the voicemail. So, I opted to lay down and close my eyes.
Then, like a beacon, I see the little blue light on my phone illuminated...hark, the phone is vibrating and it is mine friend. My savior!! She has a full bottle of eye drops that she never used!!!! I was saved.
"Two drops in each eye every three hours" she advised.
Anything, anything you say to rid my eyes of this terrible infection. It would still be contagious for another 24 hours or so. I wasn't to be in the presence of anyone during this time. Damn, that means no work on Friday (today!!). That also meant that I couldn't go hang out with my friend at her house for beers and jacuzzi-ing. DAMN, I was jealous. Brand new jacuzzi with over 80 jets and I wasn't allowed because of my conjunctivitis. So, I opted for beers and "Under the Tuscan Sun" on one of the gazillion movie channels I had.
My eyes were almost instantly better. Woke up this morning...eyes opened easily! No problem! Of course I thought, "Well, I'm probably still contagious...so no WORK!" And I didn't go. I'm not there. I'm relaxing at home. Eyes all cleared up (like a miracle!) and I get a 3 day weekend.
So, that's my story. The story of conjunctivitis and how it can both hinder and help you at the same time. Let this be a lesson to all. Beware the pink eye!!
Thursday, April 28, 2005
I am sofa king we todd did
I think I'm going to start off every post with an account of the previous night's dream. I don't get it. I mean, I never used to remember my dreams, but now, every morning like clockwork I wake up and have a vivid memory of what happened in my dream. My friends and I were somewhere in California (not Hollywood or anything....like Corona or something) and there was this party. So we're mingling and this guy comes up to me...totally hot...and starts talking to me. He says "I'm (don't remember the name he used)." I looked at him blankly. He says "You know, MCA from the Beastie Boys." I was like, no way. Now, I know Adam Yauch isn't super hot, but in my dream he was. And he was a Beastie. And we were cruising the party, all my friends were like "Holy shit" and then MCA and I went into this crazy room where one of the walls was this vortex looking thing. MCA said "Yeah yo I know this kid"(oh sorry...Paul Revere slipped in there)...he said "You know what that is, right?" Uh, no...but it looks bizarre. So he jumps into it and it spits him right back out...but he's not MCA anymore. He's now Matthew McConaghuey. Everytime he jumps up against that wall...he's someone else (super hottie famous guys of course). I guess it had to do with me watching "Blade:Trinity" last night. Who knows. Damn, that was a good dream.
SO, when my alarm went off this morning...catapulting me into the real, awake world I realized I couldn't open my eyes. (This is gross, sorry) So, I'm sure everyone at one point in their lives has had pink eye. Well, that's what this was like. I could see b/c of all the crap that had built up while I slept. My eyes were that watery red. I didn't feel like pink eye (like I was blinking sand) but it looked like it. And I had that eye crap that felt like it too. As I'm sitting here, they are better, but there's still a slight blur. I'm sure you guys are super happy to hear this, it so much funnier than mismatched shoes (sarcasm, folks).
So, I got this email today for a job in Houston. Director of Marketing. Seemed pretty sweet actually, except for the fact that it's in Houston. No offense to you Houstonites (or Houstonians or Houstoniacs, whatever) but I don't really like Houston. The weather sucks ass...I hate humidity. I don't think I could do it. I've been there twice and both times it just seemed crappy. I could be wrong. Anyone out there have any Houstonisms that might make me change my mind and take this $80K-$90K a year job? That's pretty appealing right?
Now, it's not like I exactly have the job or anything...I have to send in this "personality" type test ie. writing sample from a website they directed me to. I'm guessing they do some kind of writing analysis to determine what kind of personality you have....do you cross your "t"s at the top or bottom, do you loop your "o"s and do they reach out to the next letter? They specified "unlined" paper, so I'm sure they want to see if you write slanting up or down or straight across. How much do you think they can learn about a person from a handwriting sample? I know they use it in criminal cases, so maybe alot. I wonder, is my writing going to make or break this for me? Well...I'm curious, have any of you ever had to do this and if so, how did it turn out?
Oh, and just for Wally, so he'd have something funny to read...this morning as I got to work there was this man walking towards me. He waves, I wave (confused b/c I didn't recognize him). He's talking as he's walking towards me, so of course I say "What?" He keeps talking, I keep saying what. He gets closer and I walk right up to him. He gives me this strange look and tries to get around me. I notice that a) he was waving at the person behind me and that b) he was talking hands-free on his cell phone. He looked at me like I was "we todd did" and just kept on walking. Man, I'm batting 1000.
SO, when my alarm went off this morning...catapulting me into the real, awake world I realized I couldn't open my eyes. (This is gross, sorry) So, I'm sure everyone at one point in their lives has had pink eye. Well, that's what this was like. I could see b/c of all the crap that had built up while I slept. My eyes were that watery red. I didn't feel like pink eye (like I was blinking sand) but it looked like it. And I had that eye crap that felt like it too. As I'm sitting here, they are better, but there's still a slight blur. I'm sure you guys are super happy to hear this, it so much funnier than mismatched shoes (sarcasm, folks).
So, I got this email today for a job in Houston. Director of Marketing. Seemed pretty sweet actually, except for the fact that it's in Houston. No offense to you Houstonites (or Houstonians or Houstoniacs, whatever) but I don't really like Houston. The weather sucks ass...I hate humidity. I don't think I could do it. I've been there twice and both times it just seemed crappy. I could be wrong. Anyone out there have any Houstonisms that might make me change my mind and take this $80K-$90K a year job? That's pretty appealing right?
Now, it's not like I exactly have the job or anything...I have to send in this "personality" type test ie. writing sample from a website they directed me to. I'm guessing they do some kind of writing analysis to determine what kind of personality you have....do you cross your "t"s at the top or bottom, do you loop your "o"s and do they reach out to the next letter? They specified "unlined" paper, so I'm sure they want to see if you write slanting up or down or straight across. How much do you think they can learn about a person from a handwriting sample? I know they use it in criminal cases, so maybe alot. I wonder, is my writing going to make or break this for me? Well...I'm curious, have any of you ever had to do this and if so, how did it turn out?
Oh, and just for Wally, so he'd have something funny to read...this morning as I got to work there was this man walking towards me. He waves, I wave (confused b/c I didn't recognize him). He's talking as he's walking towards me, so of course I say "What?" He keeps talking, I keep saying what. He gets closer and I walk right up to him. He gives me this strange look and tries to get around me. I notice that a) he was waving at the person behind me and that b) he was talking hands-free on his cell phone. He looked at me like I was "we todd did" and just kept on walking. Man, I'm batting 1000.