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Thursday, July 24, 2008
I know that something weird is going on with my comments, like sometimes you click on the link and it never loads and when you do get to the page, the background cream color is missing. Can’t believe how long I’ve work on that template and still something is wrong, I am sure a tag is hanging open somewhere making my template very, very sullen.
Who knows? No really, does anyone have a clue as to what is going on? Let me know, otherwise, sorry for the weirdness. I clearly have no control over this.
That is all.
A Matter of Fact and Law
I have a co-worker who is fairly new to my department, but a long time employee of my organization. She is also my current nomination for the person most likely to get fired. I say this, not because I dislike her, which I do, for let us be honest here, she’s bat shit crazy, but because she has taken to giving the art work on the walls away to other people who work for our company. I KNOW.
There is bat shit crazy, and then there is this lady. I am not entirely sure what she was thinking, but funnily enough, she tried to give the art away to someone else and our director explained that she couldn’t do this as it was illegal to give away company property (like this is something that needs to be expressed out loud in actual words). As my co-worker proceeded to go ahead and give the art to yet another co-worker our director is now in a really awkward position. I don’t know how things are going to turn out, but I expect that firing Friday* will make a showing in my department.
*HR is located off-site except for Fridays when they sit in the same hallway in which I work. On Friday afternoons there is the stream of managers and employees: two go in, one comes out. It’s always interesting to see the reactions.
Magically Delish!
Friday, July 18, 2008
I caught this show called: Ashley Paige: Bikini or Bust” and I think I have a new favorite show. The main character is of no importance, it’s her mom who makes the whole thing worth while. In an attempt to find her daughter a boyfriend, the woman goes to the hardware store. Her thinking was the hardware store “cause it’s usually full of men.” She then approaches endless men in the store making small talk and sounding generally crazy. But, god bless the mother’s of the men in this hardware store, because without an exception, every single one of them was appropriately “interested” in the conversation this lady was insisting on having with them.
The best part was when she interviewed to the camera as she’s walking around the corner, away from the camera, in the hardware store: “Goodness gracious, this place is so full of people, this is the perfect place to find a man.” The brilliance of this part is that she wasn’t really talking to the camera, she was crazy-lady talking to herself, it was just happenstance that the camera was there to catch this outing.
I have a soft spot for these types of people. My grandmother is known to have conversations with the random passerby and she does insist on speaking to herself at a loud-ish tone, to the point that strangers sometimes thinks she’s yelling at them.
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What I did on my summer vacation: by Some Girl
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Bruce, the thoughtful bugger, called me yesterday while I was picking up dinner. We had a quick rendezvous at the gas station (so romantic, cost more than a gourmet dinner too, fuckers) and I went to pick up food and he went home. In the ten minutes that I was at the restaurant Bruce called to tell me that I had a message on the answering machine and that the fish were still alive. The fish are living in a condition that no mere mortal fish would survive. Bruce and I returned from Boston from our yearly summer vacation. The fourth of July in Boston is a good time. I managed to see almost everyone that I like to see once a year. Technically I would like to see everyone more often but those bitched won’t come here. Hurry up bitches, come here!
Because here is suddenly more awesome.
Two days before we left for Boston, I moved out of my apartment with Bruce and into my own place in San Francisco. I may have picked the worst time in the world to make a move what with vacation coming, plus I had a certification exam at work that required 8 hours a day of studying for the two weeks leading up to the exam. I may have experienced a minor mental breakdown on my first day of vacation. I then read four books in five days, got a wicked tan, ate some lobster, and did some drinking.
As always, getting back to real life was the sadness; both Bruce and I were shooting looks of longing at the receding Boston shoreline and then bounced right back into life. I now have the pleasure of spending the next two weeks moving the remaining objects up to the city. I am going to address the important things first. For instance, right now the only edible objects in my apartment are containers of powdered iced-tea. Not surprisingly the only thing in my refrigerator is a pitcher of iced-tea. My furniture is getting delivered, very slowly, by freight companies across the bay area. I figure at this rate, I will have a hard surface for writing by 2009.
Work has decided to calm down, very nicely of it, if I do say so myself, and with any luck Bruce will minimize the phone calls about phone calls. Which is probably best because I still haven’t figured out how to work the phone in my apartment.