Thursday, January 19, 2006

It's supposed to be beautiful today - mid to upper 60s. If I was still in school and not locked up in my cube, I'd be skipping class, donning my swimsuit and laying out in the quad. But, unfortunately, I'm part of the real world now.

You know it's going to be a long day when you've finished checking all your internet news sites one hour into getting to work. Yes, they update periodically throughout the day, but still...

I'm no longer sore. Time to box again.

mmm...surrepticiously reading erotica while at work...

My boss just described some more things that she wanted and said that she would set up some meeting time for us next week. As of today, I officially have 8 days left - not nearly enough time for me to do what she wants. I guess they'll just have to keep me for another month. That's $2,000 more dollars for me. Ha huh ha huh haaaaaa!

And I caught another glitch in the system that has been making callers wait for extended periods of time on hold. For my trouble, I now get to come in at 8:30 in the AM, which means I leave my apt at 8:00 and get up at 7:30, ouch. But oh well, I get to get off at 5 now, be home by 5:30pm.

So nice outside....maybe when I get home I'll go for a (gasp!) run. Of course, I've been saying that for about a week now, so we'll see. I mean, it will be pretty dark, and probably cool off alot. Maybe I'll go tomorrow when I get home at 5:30, when it's still light out. Of course, it's supposed to rain tomorrow. Oh well. Maybe next week. (and that is how that goes.)

No no ma'am, we've changed the process and this is how you have to do it now. "Yes, well I think that we would like to continue doing it the way we were" well ma'am, you might like to do that, but you would be unable to place your order that way - we have a new system - everyone orders online. "well I think we would rather print out an order form and mail it in" (Jalynn throws up her hands.)

There's really nothing more disappointing in getting ingrossed in a story, only to discover at a particularly tense moment, that you have failed to print out the remainder of that story. Sure, you've read it before, but it's been years. You want to read the rest, but you're sure as hell not going to pull up your erotic fan fiction on your work computer.

"I want to buy xyz"'re going to have to be more specific, we don't take orders at this number - you can place that order at "There's not a bank I can go into or something" Oh, sure. maybe had your original statement/question been this "I was wondering if you could tell me the location of a bank that has xyz," then I could've helped you in a more timely fashion. BE specific.

Oooh, I just caught a misassigned lead for because I know that Xpedx is spelled xpedx and not Expedex. Go me.

Kos has a constantly updated Alito count. So far, we've got 8 dems voting no.

So Celine Dion/102.5 soft rock lady in the cube behind my computer, was playing her radio again. Fortunately I like Cher. Here's song lyrics for you."If I Could Turn Back Time"
If I could turn back time
If I could find a way
I'd take back those words that hurt you and you'd stay
I don't know why I did the things I did
I don't know why I said the things I said
Pride's like a knife it can cut deep inside
Words are like weapons they wound sometimes.
I didn't really mean to hurt you
I didn't wanna see you go I know I made you cry, but baby
If I could turn back time
If I could find a way
I'd take back those words that hurt you
And you'd stay
If I could reach the stars
I'd give them all to you
Then you'd love me, love me
Like you used to do
If I could turn back time
My world was shattered
I was torn apart
Like someone took a knife and drove it deep in my heart
You walked out that door
I swore that I didn't care
But I lost everything darling then and there
Too strong to tell you I was sorry
Too proud to tell you I was wrong
I know that I was blind, and ooh...

Really, really makes me want to belt it out.

I just want to point out that I think that I've taken my combat boots off about once since I got them in the mail. I almost want to wear them to bed, almost.

I'm becoming indispensible to my bosses.... muah ha ha ha.Unfortunately, I still have an hour and a half to go here today.

Sixty-four minutes left.

If I wasn't so reasonably sure that they were going to keep me on for another month, to the tune of $2000 - I might think about going to check out Tegan and Sara in Kansas City next Tuesday. And I would think about taking off work when Jessica comes to visit. As it stands, I guess I won't because I need for them to love me and keep me for another month, and another month, and another month, all the way until July/August. Cross your fingers - $13,000 would go a long way to helping me pay for law school. Speaking of which, we're still waiting on WashU - I applied early action, so they are supposed to let me know either way by Feb 3rd. I don't know what's taking them so long, if they're going to reject me, they should just get it over with.

The GOVERNMENT wants to know what you've been looking at. They say it's to fight porn. Who thinks that's all there is to it? I don't and Americablog doesn't either.

Even the Vatican knows that intelligent design isn't science

Myware - track everything you do on the internet, store it, and someday, maybe exchange it for something valuable. It's like selling yourself, digitally.

I don't know who to root for, I hate Bobby Flay and Rachel Ray....see them both on Iron Chef America - February 26

Ten minutes left.


Blogger Ariela said...

Ooh... I'm thinking it's time for another iron chef party. Every time Rachael says E.V.O.O., take a shot. Every time she giggles annoyingly, take a shot. Every time Bobby Flay uses molasses or chipotle, take a shot.

8:58 AM  

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