i've not made it a secret that, as of late, i really don't like my job. the work is tedious and unfulfilling and while i'm very fond of almost all my co-workers, most of the people i deal with (outside the office; on the phones) are incredibly stupid, uncooperative and surly, to boot. That's corporate america, kids.
every so often, though, there's one person that recognizes the amount of work you do and tells you how much they appreciate it. there's one lady, in particular, who's always incredibly sweet and convivial when she calls. she calls me "hon" or "sweetie" or "dear" and never fails to tell me how wonderful and helpful and hard working she thinks i am. no matter what how small the task, she praises me like i just resurrected Sheila E's career. it's almost sickening how much she gushes, via e-mail, fax and over the phone.
the result: i can't do enough for her.
i know she treats everyone in my department the same way(they've told me), and that my reaction is exactly why she does it, but i just don't care. call me simple, but if everyone i encountered was just half as nice as she, maybe i wouldn't care how much i can't stand this place.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Buzzkill
i've got my black shoes and my black belt on; i'm feeling all sorts of AbFab Thin and Gorgeous, rocking out to Erasure.then Zeus walks in and sits right across from me.
Master the Possibilities
Iced-Venti-5-shot-Skim-Caramel-Latte: 5 points
Reduced-Fat Turkey Bacon, Cholesterol-Free Egg, Reduced-Fat White-Cheddar on a Multigrain English Muffin: 7 Points
a Delicious Breakfast on the "Fat Friday" before the 3 Day Weekend: Priceless
Reduced-Fat Turkey Bacon, Cholesterol-Free Egg, Reduced-Fat White-Cheddar on a Multigrain English Muffin: 7 Points
a Delicious Breakfast on the "Fat Friday" before the 3 Day Weekend: Priceless
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Work it Miss Thing (or She's Tyler Moore, She's Mary)
i'm in NJ again, this week. i think i've mentioned it before, but if not, the trips to NJ are part of the company's compliance with new post 9/11 "disaster recovery" measures. therefore, the office i'm in is a hodgepodge of a couple of people from multiple departments. the theory is, gawdfubbid anything happens in Brooklyn/Manhattan, we'll be able to scurry out here to save the financial day. so, you never know who you're going to be working with when you're out here. it's kinda like Marvel's Secret Defenders of the '90's
anyway, i'm out here this week and today there's this guy from one of the other departments who fascinates the hell out of me. i've been with the company for nearly 3 years and have seen him quite often, while in brooklyn. he's an older guy (40's?) not attractive, but also not ugly; plain and suburban-guy-next-door. anyway, my snap judgement of him (3 years ago) was that he's as gay as a goose: he swings his hips suggestively when he walks (i swear to god you can hear cymbals being hit in time with the steps), talks in a high lilting voice, bats his eyes like a geisha and stands almost coquettishly; he's also the office Avon representative. hellen keller would roll her eyes and finger spell "Mary Please". through the grapevine i found out that he was married (to a woman) with a child; his wife is the Avon lady. not too long ago, stephen and i saw him in the diner with his wife and young son.
don't get me wrong, i'm no stranger to closet cases. back in my single days, i jerked off and went down on more than my fair share of married fellas in the front seat of their minivans with their kids' carseats in the back. married guys/closet cases are what cruising areas are "made for". i even had an affair with a married guy that lasted about 3 months, at his house when his wife wasn't home. yes it was dangerous, but that just made the whole thing all the more hot.
anyway back to the closet case at work. mind you he's never come on to me, nor any of my co-workers, but if it looks like a duck and walks like a duck, chances are that it wants a big fat dick up his ass (wow that metaphor kinda got away from me, but you get the idea). i'll be honest, i couldn't get back in the closet even if i wanted to, but more importantly i can't grasp the idea of being so unself-aware, that i didn't know i was gay! maybe i'm just pigeon-holing him. maybe he's just an effeminate straight man, comfortable enough with being a male that he doesn't subscribe to the typical behavioral stereotypes. does such a thing exist?
i dunno, but he sure does walk funny.
anyway, i'm out here this week and today there's this guy from one of the other departments who fascinates the hell out of me. i've been with the company for nearly 3 years and have seen him quite often, while in brooklyn. he's an older guy (40's?) not attractive, but also not ugly; plain and suburban-guy-next-door. anyway, my snap judgement of him (3 years ago) was that he's as gay as a goose: he swings his hips suggestively when he walks (i swear to god you can hear cymbals being hit in time with the steps), talks in a high lilting voice, bats his eyes like a geisha and stands almost coquettishly; he's also the office Avon representative. hellen keller would roll her eyes and finger spell "Mary Please". through the grapevine i found out that he was married (to a woman) with a child; his wife is the Avon lady. not too long ago, stephen and i saw him in the diner with his wife and young son.don't get me wrong, i'm no stranger to closet cases. back in my single days, i jerked off and went down on more than my fair share of married fellas in the front seat of their minivans with their kids' carseats in the back. married guys/closet cases are what cruising areas are "made for". i even had an affair with a married guy that lasted about 3 months, at his house when his wife wasn't home. yes it was dangerous, but that just made the whole thing all the more hot.anyway back to the closet case at work. mind you he's never come on to me, nor any of my co-workers, but if it looks like a duck and walks like a duck, chances are that it wants a big fat dick up his ass (wow that metaphor kinda got away from me, but you get the idea). i'll be honest, i couldn't get back in the closet even if i wanted to, but more importantly i can't grasp the idea of being so unself-aware, that i didn't know i was gay! maybe i'm just pigeon-holing him. maybe he's just an effeminate straight man, comfortable enough with being a male that he doesn't subscribe to the typical behavioral stereotypes. does such a thing exist?
i dunno, but he sure does walk funny.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Well Thanks ABC News for Letting the Cat Outta the Bag!
i mean really though, are none of our secrets safe? now all the closeted republican senators will know how to pick up closeted suburban husbands in the men's room at the local Sears.
i guess it's time to bring back the top secret "Hanky Codes".
or, then again, maybe not since some people get highly incensed at the idea.
god, did you ever play "capture the flag" as a kid? this is why women don't cruise.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Blendship (or Meeting Your Boyfriend's Friends is an Awful Lot Like Jumping into a Game of Double Dutch
Saturday night, after a week of intense needling and prodding (is that redundant?), John introduced us to Mr. Wonderful (aka Justin). I'll be perfectly honest when i say that i was terribly nervous meeting him (as i always am, whenever i meet a friend's new beau). there's always that worry that you'll take an instantaneous dislike to them, despite your friend's infatuation, prompting you to worry what to tell your friend (is there a nice way to tell them that they're dating a complete schlemiel?) or (more worrisome, at least for me) vice versa (is there anything worse than meeting your boyfriend's nearest and dearest and wondering how they could ever spend more than 15 minutes with them?).
let me digress by allaying your fears. the former was definitely not the case. i found Justin to be just as fantastic as John had described him; more so in fact. the latter, however, remains to be seen. anyway, back to the story...
we met up at a chinese restaurant and had a wonderful meal; y'all know how i love my Chinese food. he definitely proved himself to be incredibly intelligent, witty and clever, albeit a bit quiet. there was really nothing to dislike about him and talking with him really made me see how different (read: complimentary) he is from John; they reminded me of Stephen and I (similar, but different enough to keep the other interested). we then went back to our place for coffee, dessert and board games. you can really learn alot about someone during an intense game of Scattergories or Taboo. it was the latter, though that really made me think.
we played 2 rounds: Stephen and I vs Justin and John. they did well, but we kicked ass; the more ass we kicked, the more frustrated Justin seemed to get. the 2nd round we switched partners, John and Stephen vs Justin and I. this is where it got really interesting. Taboo is one of those games where you either really have to know how your partner thinks, or have enough shared history to be able to invoke points of reference that fall outside the things written on the card (the taboo words). we had fun, but Justin and i got our asses handed to us.
here's the thing...john and i think so much alike and share so much history and reference points ("put it in your ____ Mrs. Mudge" or "the name of that drag queen who did Barracuda")that when we're a team, it's scary how well we do. after 4 years, Stephen and i think so differently, but have so many personal points of reference and history("the name of that girl who gave you the Mickey pillow" or "that place where you ordered the clam strips") that there's no way we wouldn't do well. i was so glad, though that justin did as well as he did. there's little shared history (at least for he and john), but he's really good at reading people and determining the way they think. if i was him i would've gone nuts (since i'm terrible at relating to people who think differently than i do).
i'll be honest, too, being in the same room with john and i enough to drive anyone nuts. when we're together, it's like the John and David Show (it's a spin-off of the David and Jenn Show which is still running and the Jon and David show which got cancelled in the late '90's). like most friends who've known each other for a long time, it's a constant volley of memories, movie quotes, and song lyrics. trying to jump into that would be like trying to hop an express A train that's still moving. stephen once told me that when the two of us are together, he gets dizzy. i'm not surprised that he and Justin seemed to hit it off so well, or that they spent quite a while chatting. he struck up a similar rapport with Jenn's husband Brian when they were introduced and you can frequently find the two of them chatting away, while Jenn and i natter on, blissfully delirious in our own world.
john has always said that if we weren't "us" we'd hate us; the same can be said for the "us" of Jenn and i. we're alot to take. i give our boyfriends/husbands/lovers alot of credit; to paraphrase a sign on most desks in corporate america: you don't have to be crazy to love us, but it helps.
after spending almost 5 hours with Justin, though, i can tell that he's going to be one of "us" and it won't take that long to get there. Stephen and i will still kick their asses at Taboo, though.
let me digress by allaying your fears. the former was definitely not the case. i found Justin to be just as fantastic as John had described him; more so in fact. the latter, however, remains to be seen. anyway, back to the story...
we met up at a chinese restaurant and had a wonderful meal; y'all know how i love my Chinese food. he definitely proved himself to be incredibly intelligent, witty and clever, albeit a bit quiet. there was really nothing to dislike about him and talking with him really made me see how different (read: complimentary) he is from John; they reminded me of Stephen and I (similar, but different enough to keep the other interested). we then went back to our place for coffee, dessert and board games. you can really learn alot about someone during an intense game of Scattergories or Taboo. it was the latter, though that really made me think.
we played 2 rounds: Stephen and I vs Justin and John. they did well, but we kicked ass; the more ass we kicked, the more frustrated Justin seemed to get. the 2nd round we switched partners, John and Stephen vs Justin and I. this is where it got really interesting. Taboo is one of those games where you either really have to know how your partner thinks, or have enough shared history to be able to invoke points of reference that fall outside the things written on the card (the taboo words). we had fun, but Justin and i got our asses handed to us.
here's the thing...john and i think so much alike and share so much history and reference points ("put it in your ____ Mrs. Mudge" or "the name of that drag queen who did Barracuda")that when we're a team, it's scary how well we do. after 4 years, Stephen and i think so differently, but have so many personal points of reference and history("the name of that girl who gave you the Mickey pillow" or "that place where you ordered the clam strips") that there's no way we wouldn't do well. i was so glad, though that justin did as well as he did. there's little shared history (at least for he and john), but he's really good at reading people and determining the way they think. if i was him i would've gone nuts (since i'm terrible at relating to people who think differently than i do).
i'll be honest, too, being in the same room with john and i enough to drive anyone nuts. when we're together, it's like the John and David Show (it's a spin-off of the David and Jenn Show which is still running and the Jon and David show which got cancelled in the late '90's). like most friends who've known each other for a long time, it's a constant volley of memories, movie quotes, and song lyrics. trying to jump into that would be like trying to hop an express A train that's still moving. stephen once told me that when the two of us are together, he gets dizzy. i'm not surprised that he and Justin seemed to hit it off so well, or that they spent quite a while chatting. he struck up a similar rapport with Jenn's husband Brian when they were introduced and you can frequently find the two of them chatting away, while Jenn and i natter on, blissfully delirious in our own world.
john has always said that if we weren't "us" we'd hate us; the same can be said for the "us" of Jenn and i. we're alot to take. i give our boyfriends/husbands/lovers alot of credit; to paraphrase a sign on most desks in corporate america: you don't have to be crazy to love us, but it helps.
after spending almost 5 hours with Justin, though, i can tell that he's going to be one of "us" and it won't take that long to get there. Stephen and i will still kick their asses at Taboo, though.
Shiny Pretty Things
do i not have the most amazing friends in the world? don't answer that...it was rhetorical. these are the pieces that MS made for Jenn, for the wedding:
can you stand it? she's so fabulous and i'm so jealous that wanna throw myself down a flight of stairs! Jenn is going to look gorgeous. i can't wait to see what she comes up with for Donna (Stephen's sister).
in other jewelry news...we went to get our wedding bands engraved yesterday. it took four hours, two tries and a mini-meltdown to get it too look good (read: legible; not great, and far from perfect). i guess that's what happens, though, when you wanna engrave a nine word phrase and the date on titanium. sometimes i forget that brevity is best. i was so upset that stephen felt compelled to examine the ring when we got in the car, thus ruining what i hoped would be a surprise.
"You're the mate that fate had me created for"~ That Ole Black Magic (Louis Prima & Keely Smith)
can you stand it? she's so fabulous and i'm so jealous that wanna throw myself down a flight of stairs! Jenn is going to look gorgeous. i can't wait to see what she comes up with for Donna (Stephen's sister).
in other jewelry news...we went to get our wedding bands engraved yesterday. it took four hours, two tries and a mini-meltdown to get it too look good (read: legible; not great, and far from perfect). i guess that's what happens, though, when you wanna engrave a nine word phrase and the date on titanium. sometimes i forget that brevity is best. i was so upset that stephen felt compelled to examine the ring when we got in the car, thus ruining what i hoped would be a surprise.
**sigh**
"You're the mate that fate had me created for"~ That Ole Black Magic (Louis Prima & Keely Smith)
Friday, August 24, 2007
the Older I Get the More Juvenile I Feel Pt. 2
next payday i'm buying this from CafePress:
if this means absolutely nothing to you, then i pity you...yes me, the guy with the brown shoes and black belt.
i've no idea when i became "t-shirt guy", it just sorta happened.
Friday's Confession
i'm wearing brown shoes and a black belt.
it's not really my fault, though...Stephen was still in bed and i couldn't turn the lights on to look for my brown belt; i'll be mortified if anyone says anything...
**hangs head in gay shame**
**hangs head in gay shame**
Thursday, August 23, 2007
the Older I Get the More Juvenile I Feel
my latest purchase from Amazon.com:
the Kiss Me I Have Super Powers shirt arrived looking considerably darker blue ("royal", instead of "distressed baby blue") and the Say No to Kryptonite shirt is alot more vividly green, than they appear online, but i'm still relatively happy with my purchase. i'm sure after a couple of washings they'll fade.
now if only i can find a suitable Wonder Woman t-shirt and that Hawkman shirt (for under $30) i'll be all set...
(ps. sorry MS that this post isn't more meaty or lengthy; i'm just not...inspired at the moment)
the Kiss Me I Have Super Powers shirt arrived looking considerably darker blue ("royal", instead of "distressed baby blue") and the Say No to Kryptonite shirt is alot more vividly green, than they appear online, but i'm still relatively happy with my purchase. i'm sure after a couple of washings they'll fade.
now if only i can find a suitable Wonder Woman t-shirt and that Hawkman shirt (for under $30) i'll be all set...
(ps. sorry MS that this post isn't more meaty or lengthy; i'm just not...inspired at the moment)
Monday, August 20, 2007
Blind Item Pt 1: Homeo Homeo
there's quite a bit of stuff going on in my friends' lives which are worth mentioning, but since most of them have blogs of their own, i won't mention names and steal well-deserved thunder:
Someone very dear to yours-truly, is in deep Deep DEEP smit. recently, this someone found himself a fella and has been lost in a Linda Eder song ever since; we're talking heavy-duty head over heels action here, and from what i hear, this fella is quite a catch; i've seen the pictures and he is adorable! vanity aside, he seems to re-define the word fabulous by being off-the-charts intelligent and more loquacious than your-truly with the Diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw. "rumor" has it that the two lovebirds spent a romantic weekend together, upstate. the best part is, Mr. Wonderful seems to be just as thunderstuck by his new beau, which means that he's definitely smart enough to know a good thing when he sees it. he better know how lucky he is!
more to come...
"let me put it this way: i'd do his dishes"~ the Lovestruck Mr. X
Someone very dear to yours-truly, is in deep Deep DEEP smit. recently, this someone found himself a fella and has been lost in a Linda Eder song ever since; we're talking heavy-duty head over heels action here, and from what i hear, this fella is quite a catch; i've seen the pictures and he is adorable! vanity aside, he seems to re-define the word fabulous by being off-the-charts intelligent and more loquacious than your-truly with the Diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw. "rumor" has it that the two lovebirds spent a romantic weekend together, upstate. the best part is, Mr. Wonderful seems to be just as thunderstuck by his new beau, which means that he's definitely smart enough to know a good thing when he sees it. he better know how lucky he is!more to come...
"let me put it this way: i'd do his dishes"~ the Lovestruck Mr. X
Finito
i laughed (a little).
i cried (alot).
the best collection of fiction since the bible.
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now i can get on with my life and concentrate on my new Gameboy DS; yeah, i'm 31 going on 13...what of it?
Friday, August 17, 2007
1 Month 19 Days: It's My Reception and I'll Be Neurotic If I Want To
nobody's coming to the wedding.
okay maybe that's a slight exaggeration, but that's how i feel.
even the people who i know for certain are coming (ie. my parents, Jenn, and John) have not replied. we sent 40 invitations out 2 weeks ago and have only received 7 RSVP's back; the fact that they were all affirmative responses is completely irrelevant. the point is, why have we only gotten back seven responses?
don't our friends/relatives know that i scamper to the mailbox every day on the way home from the bus or the crushing sense of disappointment i feel, when all that's there is the ValPack and some bills? i guess not. i guess they're also not aware that when the mailbox comes across empty i completely regress to some strange childhood memory where nobody came to my 10th birthday party after my mother (who looks an awful lot like Jodie Foster) and i carefully made up invitations and decorated our ramshackle apartment...ok fine that's not really my memory, but i have seen Little Man Tate enough to identify with how awful it must've felt. Yup, i'm still that insecure.
i even confided in stephen the other night (actually i just started yelling Seven People! Only Seven People?!? That's IT?!?) and in true stephen fashion, he calmly explained that it's normal to receive all the RSVPs the week they're due.
i don't know if i can handle that.
okay maybe that's a slight exaggeration, but that's how i feel.
even the people who i know for certain are coming (ie. my parents, Jenn, and John) have not replied. we sent 40 invitations out 2 weeks ago and have only received 7 RSVP's back; the fact that they were all affirmative responses is completely irrelevant. the point is, why have we only gotten back seven responses?
don't our friends/relatives know that i scamper to the mailbox every day on the way home from the bus or the crushing sense of disappointment i feel, when all that's there is the ValPack and some bills? i guess not. i guess they're also not aware that when the mailbox comes across empty i completely regress to some strange childhood memory where nobody came to my 10th birthday party after my mother (who looks an awful lot like Jodie Foster) and i carefully made up invitations and decorated our ramshackle apartment...ok fine that's not really my memory, but i have seen Little Man Tate enough to identify with how awful it must've felt. Yup, i'm still that insecure.
i even confided in stephen the other night (actually i just started yelling Seven People! Only Seven People?!? That's IT?!?) and in true stephen fashion, he calmly explained that it's normal to receive all the RSVPs the week they're due.
i don't know if i can handle that.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Weight a Minute 3: the Big Three-Oh
i've done it.
rather: i'm done.
as of yesterday i have reached my Weight Watchers' goal: thirty pounds in 28 weeks.
i finally allowed myself to be recognized at a meeting. up till now i've not admitted to "the group" how much i'd lost, week to week. i felt it was too personal. Stephen finally told me that (like a wake) it wasn't just for me that i should let the group know; hearing success stories was good for everyone. so, yesterday when the leader (a wonderfully genuine and earthy woman named Louise) stopped, mid-thought, looked at me and said: "you look really thin", i told her that i had made goal.
she lit up and asked everyone to applaud; naturally i was terribly embarrassed. personally, i think it's psychotic to clap for someone for not being chubby, but i figured it was her party and she could applaud if she wanted to. when she asked me what was the hardest part, i told her honestly that i (still) had a hard time getting all my points in, in a given day. naturally she and everyone else was surprised and (when one guy actually snickered) i felt kinda stupid, but i wanted them to know that not everyone has the same "weight challenge"; some of us are fat 'cuz we under-eat. she also asked what was the biggest help (it was an obvious bait for me to say YOU LOUISE! but since the meetings really didn't help at all) and so i told her that it was Stephen. honestly, if it wasn't for him cooking every night when i'm on my way home and being able to calculate everything, i'd be screwed. anyway, she nodded appreciatively (very Sally Jesse), clapped s'more and continued on; eventually i stopped blushing.
so what's next? i have to maintain it for six more weeks and then i become a "lifetime member". i'll just be happy to stay on track for the wedding and not gain too much while in San Francisco. right now, i feel fantastic and think that this is the best i've looked in years. i'm actually happy about how i look and recognize a considerable spring in my step when i walk around in my size 34 pants; i have no intention of ever needing 38's ever again.
"I'm a pretty girl, mama"~ Louise (Gypsy)
rather: i'm done.
as of yesterday i have reached my Weight Watchers' goal: thirty pounds in 28 weeks.
i finally allowed myself to be recognized at a meeting. up till now i've not admitted to "the group" how much i'd lost, week to week. i felt it was too personal. Stephen finally told me that (like a wake) it wasn't just for me that i should let the group know; hearing success stories was good for everyone. so, yesterday when the leader (a wonderfully genuine and earthy woman named Louise) stopped, mid-thought, looked at me and said: "you look really thin", i told her that i had made goal.
she lit up and asked everyone to applaud; naturally i was terribly embarrassed. personally, i think it's psychotic to clap for someone for not being chubby, but i figured it was her party and she could applaud if she wanted to. when she asked me what was the hardest part, i told her honestly that i (still) had a hard time getting all my points in, in a given day. naturally she and everyone else was surprised and (when one guy actually snickered) i felt kinda stupid, but i wanted them to know that not everyone has the same "weight challenge"; some of us are fat 'cuz we under-eat. she also asked what was the biggest help (it was an obvious bait for me to say YOU LOUISE! but since the meetings really didn't help at all) and so i told her that it was Stephen. honestly, if it wasn't for him cooking every night when i'm on my way home and being able to calculate everything, i'd be screwed. anyway, she nodded appreciatively (very Sally Jesse), clapped s'more and continued on; eventually i stopped blushing.
so what's next? i have to maintain it for six more weeks and then i become a "lifetime member". i'll just be happy to stay on track for the wedding and not gain too much while in San Francisco. right now, i feel fantastic and think that this is the best i've looked in years. i'm actually happy about how i look and recognize a considerable spring in my step when i walk around in my size 34 pants; i have no intention of ever needing 38's ever again.
"I'm a pretty girl, mama"~ Louise (Gypsy)
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Hot Mess Pt. 2
i wrote my vows yesterday while sitting at my desk, totally blocking out the fact that i was at work.
it would've been fine, except that the more i thought about it, the more emotional i was getting, till i had to choke back tears. at her request, i sent them off to the celebrant so she can peruse them and have them ready for when i have a complete and total melt down during the ceremony.
this is gonna be alot of fun. bring your cameras, girls.
it would've been fine, except that the more i thought about it, the more emotional i was getting, till i had to choke back tears. at her request, i sent them off to the celebrant so she can peruse them and have them ready for when i have a complete and total melt down during the ceremony.
this is gonna be alot of fun. bring your cameras, girls.
Chapter 8
i want a wedding like Bill and Fleur's.
(mind you i'm not finished with the chapter yet, so i could change my mind)
(mind you i'm not finished with the chapter yet, so i could change my mind)
Monday, August 13, 2007
Despite Still Having Not Read the New Harry Potter, I'm Okay...No Really Pt 2
i went out and bought it yesterday. after finally seeing Jenn and Brian on Saturday night, it was clear that i wasn't getting it for my birthday (i did however get the most kick-ass JLA t-shirt from them, along with some great art supplies and an awesome Green Lantern shirt!)i started it on the bus this morning and i'm only on page 32.
is it wrong that i'm tempted to call out sick to stay home and read?
Friday, August 10, 2007
It Could Be Worse, It Could Be Raining...Oh...Wait...
i will not let the events which took place earlier this week get me down. Truth to be told, it was just wednesday which was like a complete and total kick in the balls...
- the rain really got to me. i left the house looking fabulous; loved my outfit, loved my hair, loved the whole package. i arrived at work looking like i'd been pushed into the pool and then thrown down a steep hill.
- getting to work late really chafed me; i'm usually here by 7:15 (even though i'm supposed to start at 9); getting here at 8:30 threw me into a complete tailspin and kept me behind for the entire day.
- i was given someone else's desk to check up on; apparently she's a complete fuck up and needs constant monitoring and i was told that because i'm "very smart and organized", that i was the one to monitor her (despite having no idea how her job is done).
- before i left i was hauled into Zeus' office with my supervisor (Snarky) and his supervisor (Cunty), to be screamed at for 10 minutes, because of two errors from last month (i totally deserved to be balled out for it, but i was having a helluva day and it really didn't help). the last words spoken were "next time one of you gets fired".
- the ride home was just as fun as the ride in; it took two hours instead of the usual hour and a half and there was no a/c.
- i couldn't find my Weight Watchers tracking info (i've been looking since, and am now convinced it's lost forever) and they couldn't find any of their records for me. i was weighed, nonetheless, and if i remember last week's number correctly, i gained a pound (this didn't bother me nearly as much as it could have, only because who really expects to lose weight the week of their birthday).
yesterday was morbid afterglow from Wednesday. i was feeling stressed and angry and terribly depressed.
it's friday and i'm determined to have a better day, even if it kills me.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
@#$%*!()><
absolutely no trains were running.
none.
zero.
zip.
it took me two and a half fucking hours to get to work because of the rain.
i didn't even get my coffee, because i was running so late.
i'm wet. i'm cranky.
happy fucking hump day.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
the Road to Hell Is Paved...
some ideas really should never fruition....they should never make it past the "talking it through" stage; ideas like couture for babies ("La Croix...baby spew...La Croix...baby spew"), water with added caffeine (caffiene dehydrates you...what's the point of adding it to water?), shows like Cop Rock, and George Bush Sr's failure to pull out.another such bad idea is attempting to set up friends.
remember Cunty? i've mentioned her before in other posts; but a few months ago, she and her long term boyfriend broke up. she's now looking to date again. coincidentally, stephen has an acquaintance at work (a young latin doctor) who's also just broken up with his long term girlfriend. thinking that no woman in her right mind would turn down a cute, young, latin doctor and no cute, young, latin doctor would turn down a beautiful and successful italian girl,
after talking both parties up to the other, he called her last night to disastrous results. getting the story second from Cunty herself, it started out ok. they exchanged vitals and talked about their not too distant relationships. then, apparently there was a lull, and it all blew up. he told her that he had five questions he needed to ask before they met:
#1 Do you like sex?
#2 What was the last book you read?
#3 Name 5 things in your bedroom.
#4 What sort of dynamic do you have with your father?
#5 Do you smoke pot?
strangely enough, i understand what he was going for; it was an ice-breaker/getting-to-know-you exercise. i get it, i just think it's bizarre. if you want to know those sort of things, you work them into the conversation, you don't play the home version of Family Feud. it was all downhill from there when, finding that she didn't have a similar list to ask him, he began to spout off random facts like that he's "married to" his mother, he loves sex with women (especially tasting them) and that he masturbates when he smokes.
mortified does not even begin to explain how i felt. suffice to say, this was not a love connection.
***2:25 pm Update***
for those of you who feel Dr. Feelgood got a bad rap, can i pass along his e-mail address to you?
Monday, August 06, 2007
a Revelation
i just hate fucking mondays and apparently the feeling is mutual:
i get to the bus stop and there are 3 other people there; that usually doesn't bode well for getting a seat. sure enough, the bus pulls up and there's no room. 25 minutes, the next one comes and i get to work 20 minutes late.
after fighting with the printer for 10 minutes, i sat down to start my day. the fungus called every 10 minutes for the next hour or so.
in the meantime, i got my birthday gift from my co-workers ($125 gift card for Best Buy!). i immediately went to the website to order the complete series of AbFab, and they don't have it. i'm now really ticked off and it's not even noon.
i get to the bus stop and there are 3 other people there; that usually doesn't bode well for getting a seat. sure enough, the bus pulls up and there's no room. 25 minutes, the next one comes and i get to work 20 minutes late.
after fighting with the printer for 10 minutes, i sat down to start my day. the fungus called every 10 minutes for the next hour or so.
in the meantime, i got my birthday gift from my co-workers ($125 gift card for Best Buy!). i immediately went to the website to order the complete series of AbFab, and they don't have it. i'm now really ticked off and it's not even noon.
Friday, August 03, 2007
Mail Ego
can i tell you how much i love getting mail?i don't know what it is, but ever since i was a little kid i'd get so totally stoked when i'd come home from school and find something...anything...with my name on it. granted, before i was 12 it was usually a magazine, like Highlights or Boy's Life , but occasionally it was a birthday card from my grandmother in Florida, etc. even when the mail wasn't for me, per se, i'd get happy: catalogs from Harriet Carter (the mail-order dollar store of the 80's) or Sharper Image (which i don't remember us ever shopping at, but somehow always got catalogs from), or my mom's magazines (i was particularly fond of Family Circle and Good Housekeeping. what can i say; i was a homemaker in training who happened to love reading through the recipe sections and "Hints from Heloise").
later on, when i was a senior in HS and all my friends had gone off to college, we would exchange letters via snail-mail (this was the land before e-mail, kids). i never felt more connected and elated than when i saw a letter waiting for me from MS or Tricia or Jon; it was reading their handwriting and comments in the margins, hearing their voices and little pictures that were usually attached that totally made for the best letters, no matter how brief.those letters, more than anything else, helped our friendships to flourish while they were away at school (i'll be honest, i think i finally got rid of most of those letters when i moved in with Stephen 3 years ago). then came the boom of e-mail, but it wasn't the same. i'd get happy to get e-mails, but it was a different feeling than reading a letter.
the closest thing to that feeling i used to get from reading their letters is reading my friends' blogs. it's similar, but also not quite the same...
nowadays, the only mail i ever get is bills, Christmas cards and my monthly $5 certificate from Best Buy. however, we got back our 1st response card last night, and you had to see me at the mailbox, hopping up and down, all excited. i was even more excited when i saw the message that the sender had written on it. i'm at the edge of my seat, knowing that every day we'll be getting more responses!
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
2 months 4 days 10 hours
Invitations: mailed
Candles: found and purchased
Favors: bought
Ceremony details: John & Jenn are coming over next saturday to pow-wow
Flowers: chosen
Vows: in the works, in my head
things have taken a marvelous turn, haven't they?
Candles: found and purchased
Favors: bought
Ceremony details: John & Jenn are coming over next saturday to pow-wow
Flowers: chosen
Vows: in the works, in my head
things have taken a marvelous turn, haven't they?
Michael Tolliver Lives
it was even better than i'd hoped (and i had really high hopes, lemme tellya). i devoured it in 2 days and now i'm spent.it really was like getting a really long letter, from somebody you love, but haven't heard from in a while; it was sad and funny and just wonderful.
now i have nothing to read.
talk about sad...
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