Okay... I realize that driving while talking on a cell phone is not the wisest of ideas.... but at least if you're driving an automatic, you can keep a hand on the wheel....
People who drive stick and talk on a cell phone at the same time should be shot, however...
Dad said something when I was over at the house doing laundry. He said I only need them for their laundry facilities now a days. And it's true that I've only really been going over there lately to do my laundry... But something about the way he said it bothered me.
As the afternoon wore on yesterday... and even today, all the responses I could have made to that comment have been running through my mind. From "Why not? You think Esowolf uses me for my car." to "No, I just haven't been interested in leaving my apartment on weekends."
But something that's been sticking in my mind is the fact that yes, I have been going over there only when I need to do laundry. But it's not like they've been calling me or wanting me to come by for anything else, at any other time.
And yes, I do know that this whole concept works both ways... I could call them to come have dinner or something at my place... Not that dinners at my place work logistically... not having an acutal dinning room... with a table that requires chairs. But they don't call me either, so I don't really feel guilty about not making an effort either. Besides, Mom would prefer to not spend time in my dusty, unclean apartment.
Let's face it.... my family's never been all that tight knit. Oma and Opa lived 3 blocks a way for most of my life and I wouldn't always see them either. Grandma... well... she's pushed everyone in her life a way. We don't really have much to do with the rest of the people in our family except around the holidays or when Mom and I go to Germany. I still find it amazing that all the crap that's been going on with Grandma lately has gotten my cousin in Scotland emailing and calling us as much as she does now (correction... calling and emailing mom and dad).
::Sigh:: I don't know where I'm going with this... I guess maybe I don't want to be the only one making an effort.
Honestly!
How hard is it to add $95.30 to $12.95 and subtract a $25.90 credit to figure out why someone got charged $82.35?
So I get in this morning and there's a message on my phone... I rarely get messages and they're usually work related so I checked my voice mail... To find someone singing Wilson Philips into my phone... Weird...
On another note, I get to work this morning, walk out to the front of the building to get my coffee to find a guy... spray painting... the trunk of a palm tree brown. Now I think to myself... Painting a tree trunk brown... isn't that kind of like painting roses red?
AH!!! But as I get to the corner of Hollywood and Orange, I see the marquee outside the Chinese... Anchorman is premiering... okay...
Of course, by the time I left Coffee Bean to go up to work, the paint on the tree was starting to dry... a nice shade of Burgundy... ::groan:: Did they really have to make nature suffer like that for the sake of a movie premier?
It's a testament to how out of shape I am that I now get winded after running up 3 flights of stairs or sprinting from one end of campus to the other....
Gods... why do I even bother? There doesn't seem to be a point to it.
Did you know that it costs $149.00 just to RESPOND to a court summons in California? And people wonder why this state is still in debt with fees like that...
Anyway, I have to take another sick day tomorrow to go and deal with all this legal crap... just another wonderful symptom of the hole I dug myself...
Of course, Mom takes this as an opportunity to tell me that I need to stop making myself so available to my friends. "You have to look out for number one." "Your friends aren't paying for the wear and tear on your car and no, a little bit of gas money isn't going to cover it." "Didn't your friends, who have been there before do anything to stop you from burying yourself in debt?"...
None of which, is supposed to be a slight to my friends, and I believe, to Mom's mind it's not. As if that's supposed to make it okay for me to have to hear it. Maybe Mom would like it if I just never did anything for anybody without "proper compensation" in return. Well, I'm sorry, that's not how I work. I've never been very good at looking out for just myself. It's not in my nature.
Maybe I should just continue turning myself into a mindless automaton. Then I can't care whether or not I step on or blow off people. I mean... why should I really bother? Where does it get me? Further in debt? A few hours of fun that I'll have to pay for the rest of my life?
There just doesn't seem to be a point to it right now...
Dammit... I may not have a problem eating onions but I really hate chopping them. This is the third break I've taken from chopping because I can't see what the hell I'm doing in the kitchen... ::sigh::
I just finished another brain twisting convo with our Sales Manager. That woman still makes my brain hurt and the problem is that she just doesn't get it. I don't know how many times I can tell her how things work around here. And, of course my biggest problem: would it hurt her numbers so drastically for her department to establish some form of account documentation?
::sigh: But it's 3pm and time to go. I will soon be moving on to more pleasant things... such as plating desserts. Ahhh.....
I'm so tired of this place. It's partially exhaustion, I know, but I honestly have no desire to be here. True, the 9 hours I spend here 5 days a week allows me pretty much the only time I have to see any of my friends, but even that isn't enough to assuage the loathing I've developed over the mere thought of coming into work.
I know Mom's been concerned for my health and shit, because of all the weight I've gained this year, among other things. She's been bugging me to go get a physical and stuff - like I have time to spare for that - but quite honestly, unless my doctor can put me on medical leave with full pay for a few months, there's nothing he can tell me that I would want to hear or be able to do anything about. Sure, I could take a half hour or so to exercise or do something healthy everyday but what would I take it out of? My sleep time? My externship hours (like I need to loose any more of either)? Or should I just come in late to work everyday until they fire me for it?
Yes, I'm well aware that I could be living healthier right now but I just don't have the time and quite frankly, most of the time, I'm too exhausted to care.
I'm sure my schedule over the last 13 months has contributed greatly to this but I'm finding that my tolerance for stupid people has diminished in the last few months. I just can't deal with them. In fact, I can physically feel my brain spasm every time I come in contact with these morons. It's not a comfortable feeling.
I swear to stop swearing that I'll never make major updates to my site ever again...
This one wasn't my fault, at least. Featureprice, my illustrious former web host is either going out of business or being bought out. Either way, all methods of contacting them have been suspended since mid-April and it doesn't look like contacting them will be of any use for a long, long while.
To make matters even BETTER, they were the ones who registered Versemix.net when Mischa and I first the site up 3 years ago... However, they didn't bother registering the site with say... MY email address as the admin contact... they set it up with an admin contact that I've never heard of and, unfortunately, the company they registered the site with, dotregistrar.com, will not release the domain I paid for without permission from the administrator of my domain, who is not me. Now, dotregistrar HAS been kind enough to supply me with the contact information for Featureprice's legal counsel but they haven't bothered to tell me what will happen to Versemix if I don't renew the account this July.
So... taking matters into my own hands, I've done as much as I can to attempt to get ANY assistance with the Versemix problem (signing up for the class action suit, filing a complaint with ICANN against Featureprice and Dotregistrar, et cetrea), but at this point, I'm not going to hold my breath on getting Versemix back and I'm sure as hell not renewing with Featureprice. So... it was time for a change and here it is!
Versemix.net is now Adrianneblackfire.net! Why Adrianneblackfire? Because Adriannetheblackfire.net sounded a bit long. But now, we come to the tedious part of updating every single page on the site AGAIN... I am working on it, slowly, so if you can't get to a page you like, please be patient. We've already established the fact that I don't have a whole lot of time on my hands...
Pilaho, my new immediate boss, just came over because Der Feuher, my old immediate boss but still the head of the department, asked him to remind me to only play games on my break, which is exactly what I've been doing since the last time I was bitch slapped about it. Okay...
So when I changed my insurance policy, in November, I forgot to add my lean holder to the policy. Now, since I am still paying off the debt on Earthshadow, I started getting these polite letters in the mail requesting proof of insurance or the bank would set me up with a policy of theirs.
Time went by, I was running my ass off, going to school and shit and completely forgot about it until they sent me another letter informing me that I had until March to send them proof of insurance or they would add $700.00 to my loan.
So being faced with the prospect of shelling out more money, I finally located my insurance papers, called the agency, had them add the bank as a lean holder and send them the paperwork. Alls fine and dandy, right?
WRONG!! I get this letter in the mail last month informing them that yes, they had received the information from my insurance company but they were still adding $169.00 to my loan unless I could prove that I had insurance during the months of November and February... Okay... hello!! The policy information they were sent shows that my policy is good from November to May. But in the last month I was still working my ass off and I some how managed to lose first my insurance policy, then the fax number for the bank, then both, then find them again in separate rooms and still I forgot all about sending the information to the bank...
Until yesterday when I received this new little pay schedule book, which showed that my payments had increased by about $12.00... So with that extra expense added to my already thinly stretched budget, I finally got off my ass, found the papers and faxed all information to the bank, along with a polite note reminding them that they already had this info. Sheesh...
So today marks the first Friday prep out for brunch for this term. Time to see if the class behind us has improved at all since Baking II. I'm already sensing attitudes from some people. Not surprisingly, the same people who had attitudes 6 months ago. Combine that with the reintroduction of three of my former classmates into the mix. One of them whom I lost most of my
respect for in Baking II... due to a certain tirade over the ice cream machine. And another one whom Wighead has referred to as my gay boyfriend... only he's not so much my gay boyfriend as he's more of a gay puppy dog who follows me around and has no sense of discression. And finally, the guy I've been wanting to kill since Intro II.
I've been reminding myself that I shouldn't let myself get too bitchy at these people at first. Let's see how long I can control myself...
I'd just like it to be known to all who work with me that dealing with our new Telesales manager makes my brain hurt. Someone please hand me several drinks...
Okay, so we were off by a few days... The copper paint's already starting to turn green. Hehehe...
So I found out yesterday that I've had the good fortune to schedule my final exam the day before a Mercury retrograde. The bad news is that I'll be sous cheffing brunch during a Mercury retrograde... not to mention my birthday is at the end of the retrograde... Grrr.....
I had this feeling when I woke up at 6am that I should have just called in sick but my sense of duty won out and I stumbled to work anyway.
Now I wish I'd stayed home. It's not that I'm sick, I'm just tired (which is mostly due to staying up and watching Children of Dune last night but I'll get to that later) and I don't want to be here. It seems like the more tired I am, the more I feel like this place is sucking the life out of me. I just want to go home and sleep. Or work on my script. I haven't done that in a while... I've been too distracted with The Sims, which is a lame excuse, but when you're dead tired, you mind doesn't want to concentrate on words and grammar skills and stories that you can't even think of at the moment because the plot lines seem so far away in your head...
5 minutes and I can go home I think. That will give me an even 8 hours if you include 3 and 1/4 hours I took off a couple weeks ago. Of course if it doesn't turn out that I'm leaving here in May I'll be completely fucked in the ass as far as sick time but I don't care right now. And I really hope it doesn't come down to that.
So Children of Dune... Very well done mini series. It digresses from the book a lot but it was actually well done. The only thing I had a semi problem with was that the children are now 18 instead of 9... Although the guy playing Leto is cute so I don't have that much of a problem with it....
But I'll deal more with my obsession with Dune later. Time to go and beg to go home I think...
The rumors yesterday that the Red Carpet ceremony had been canceled were FALSE! They were supposed to be opening the street back up. They lied! The red carpet on the sidewalk has now been extended to the middle of the street. Oh.. the metal detector tent and the bleachers have all been taken away but it looks as though the ceremony is still on. They're saying it'll be a somewhat subdued procession this time but who are we kidding?
There goes my hope of getting home in a reasonable amount of time today...
Well... it's happened. The thing Mischa knew would happen. The thing I suspected would happen... the men have been promoted while us lowly women have been given other things to do. Sejik and Pilho both got promoted to Supervisor (the first time we've actually had a "Supervisor" in the department in 2 years). And they'll be giving Mischa and myself more projects... LIKE I HAVEN'T BEEN ASKING FOR MORE TO DO FOR THE LAST YEAR OR SO!!!
But I can't say I'm surprised. Can't really say I'm too disappointed either. I mean while the people who've kissed more ass in the department got what they wanted, being in charge has taught me that I don't really like dealing with personnel issues. I'm actually very lenient when it comes to that kind of shit. I expect people to do their jobs. I expect people to do their jobs without me standing over them to make sure they do it. And I expect a job to be done as efficiently and as quickly as possible.
The problem is that in the environment I currently work in, I can't enforce that kind of work ethic. And I can't deal with slackers in a way I'd like to.
The kitchen environment, I'm coming to find is a lot simpler in this respect. Everyone knows that there is a deadline and if you slack off without doing your job you're not going to be able to cut it. I haven't made myself indispensable to my classmates by faking it. I've done this by doing what I've been asked to do, doing it quickly and to the best of my ability and then moving on to the next thing. I can't help that I manage to do things faster than other people (which is a good thing in the kitchen). I swear some of the chef instructors I'm working with now would be fired from here for their attitudes and the way they deal with people who can't cut it.
Ah... who am I kidding? This is for the best. There's no point in my taking on more responsibilities here when I could be leaving in 2 months. I know Wighead's been wigging since our meeting an hour ago. But that's to be expected. That's how she reacts to shit. And then things settle down and she can deal. But if she's reading this, my advice to her is to look on the bright side: Sure she doesn't like dealing with Pilho but he doesn't get in until 11am. So there won't be any more bad news coming at her first thing in the morning (something I've learned not to do).
They're beginning to lay Astro-turf and erect white tents in the parking lot next to the Chinese Theater. This means that The Oscars will soon be breathing down our necks. Let the traffic nightmares commence!
They've been drilling on the floor above ours for the last half hour. It's driving me fucking insane. The worst part... for me anyway is that it sounds like it's coming from right above my desk. So not only is the sound grating on my nerves. I keep waiting for the ceiling to cave in around me.
There are actually several updates behind this one, by the way. For one reason or another, I've written stuff and just haven't been able to post it. The latest reason being that my new cable router is now connected but my computer isn't connecting to the internet. Grrr... And then before that it was sick fascination with my newly acquired copy of The Sims. And then before that it was dinner with Esowolf, Lils, Stitch and Retta. And then before that it was sheer exhaustion from having worked my first Saturday Brunch.... The list goes on from there...
Oh my gods!! Brunch was so much fun! We were all there at 7 in the morning and didn't finish cleaning up until just after 3. It was hard work, my feet were killing me and I was looking forward to having several drinks when I got home but seriously, I can't remember the last time I actually had fun at a job. I can't remember the last time I was happy about working... Now
mind you, since this was a class setting, technically, we didn't get paid but I didn't care. I was doing something that I loved and I did love what I was doing. And I can't say that about where I am right now.
Finally, if you're ready for a shock, I actually went out and bought a white shirt yesterday! ::waits for the fainting to commence::
Ah listen! The drilling's moved over to another part of the building....
Wanna go home now.... To quote Esowolf, "This day is dragging like 10 dead uruks tied to a hobbit's ankles."
I'm so bored I can't even find the overly large call volume interesting. Of course the call volume wouldn't BE overly large if we had a full staff today. But that's only because there's like 4 people on vacation, 2 people out, 2 people training new people and 2 people training with the corporate team.
With any luck, The Boss will take pity on all of us and let us go home early.
Our billing system is down again... and it's raining in the CS department...
Shoot me now...
It's a Happy Monday! ...And our billing system's been down for the past 3 days... YIPPEE!!!!
I've processed more manual charges this morning than I have in the whole 3 years I've been here. It's really very sad...
Today's schedule? Get slammed with phone calls until 3pm, chiropractor's appt at 3:30, school at 5:30, sleep... sometime after 10:30.
At least it's only the original 8 of us in class today. This whole combined class thing is... getting better... slowly... We still have a lot of
attitudes to deal with. And I can't believe I'm saying this, but a lot of it has to do with age. Most of the people in this new class have just
gotten out of high school, where as I'm 25 and I'm the youngest in our class.
It really is true that there's a big difference between being out of high school for 7 years and having just graduated. Unfortunately, the "think I know everything" attitude most of these new kids have is getting really old...
So class last night was weird. In a good or a bad way, I can't say.
Due to the loss of one instructor for half a term, the class behind mine got shoved into Baking II with us (they will then be going back to Baking I). Where there was once 8 of us, there are now 20 and in a much smaller lab than what we were using before.
Many of the students who are coming in from the other campus are already under the impression that they've been screwed once again, which is a terrible way to start out a class...
Although, after last night, I'm starting to wonder if WE'RE the ones who are actually being screwed here.... Demo last night took FOREVER because Chef C had to instruct the majority of the class on how to make, cut and decorate a cake (which 8 of us already knew how to do). And THAT took the entire class time. Chef C kept muttering about how that was the longest demo he'd ever
given and it was funny for a while, but it eventually became apparent that the "few skills we needed to carry over" from Baking I will take a while to explain to the new members of our class...
Well, Chef S DID say that we'd have to get used to the cramped quarters, and I guess that's a good thing, but as selfish as it sounds, I don't want my progress hindered by a group of students who really have to catch up to where the rest of us are.
At least this is only for one term.
So today's moron award goes to the guy who decided to cross Highland Blvd against a green left turn arrow this afternoon. Now true, this is a normal occurance... However, this particular jaywalker, receives the award because he proceeded to start running across the street just as Earthshadow and I were making our way through the crosswalk with him being only about a foot away. Can we say death wish?
::Yawn:: Okay nap time...
One would think that being technically a supervisor, I wouldn't have to take phone calls anymore, with the exception of the occasional irate loony.
Not so... for the "good of the team" I've been taking phone calls for the last week. Meanwhile, Der Feurer continues to drop us lists of how many emails are still floating around that our email monkeys in India didn't get... Like our call volume the last 2 weeks allows us to do anything about that...
Over slept again today. Heard the alarm go off at 5. The next thing I knew it was 6:15... Damn... I need more sleep.
Thinking my caffeine intake had something to do with it, I attempted to go this morning without coffee.... THAT lasted a whole 1/2 hour. Heh...
Ah the wonders of the computer age! Our building apparently went haywire
and decided that it was only going to let people go down in the elevators,
not up. Result? I went down 9 flights of stairs to take Birdy his
inhaler... only to find myself stuck outside because our back doors were in
lock down as well!
I was down there for about 10 minutes before they finally got one elevator
working to where it would go down AND up again.
Drat! Would have been a nice excuse to duck out of work early.
::yawn:: Working on Fridays should be banned. We should be paid to NOT work
on Fridays. Can I go back to bed now?
Spent Lunasagh cooking clams and scallops... Yummy...
So there's a change in my schedule, The Slacker (He's actually being semi tolerable right now) wants me to start taking lunch at 10am...
Apparently there are too many supervisors going to lunch at the same time.
This was okay today because I had to go pay my rent, but 10 in the morning is a ridiculous time to be eating lunch. Not only that my whole schedule's been thrown off because I keep thinking I should be at lunch right now... On top of all that NOW I'm hungry.
Grrr.....
Ahh... Summer time... and tourism in Hollywood explodes once again... Where once it took 10 minutes to get anything done out there on the street, it now takes 20 - 30.
The thing I've never gotten is why would someone want to bring their KIDS to Hollywood? Why would someone willingly bring a child to Hollywood Blvd? There's nothing on Hollywood Blvd but strip joints, bums and people hawking tickets for the "Hollywood Star Tours". Hardly a kid-friendly environment.
Oh sure... There's the El Capitian, where Disney premiers all it's latest kid movies but that's about it.... unless you want to go all the way to the other end of the Walk of Fame to the Pantages, where The Lion King appears to be permanently entrenched.
Oh... and tonight is the BET awards!! What does this mean? Well it currently means that the entire westbound side of Hollywood Blvd, from the Chinese to Highland Blvd. is closed for preparations. Now here's the thing I don't get... The road blocks on Hollywood don't even go PAST the Chinese... so why the fuck did they decide to go and close off Orange Ave?
Not only did I have to drive around all the award shit today, but I also had to drive through a barracade to get to the company parking structure. And the building was going to tell us about this when?
::sigh::
I've got to stop drinking coffee... it's making me sleepy. Back to work I guess.
I just realized a distinct advantage to keeping an online journal: Scheduling... Remember how I said that I was looking into a possible job opportunity this weekend. Well that opportunity happens to be on Sunday...
That's right! No festival for me this weekend. It's okay. I shouldn't be spending the extra money anyway. ::sigh::
I may just go up to Wildwood for a while... Then again... I THINK my parents may be gone this weekend. I MAY just take Little Geek and set up out in the backyard, under the trees... Provided it's not raining like it is today...
I've got to rethink my alarm schedule. I'm sick of sleeping through my alarm. But then, it probably wasn't a good idea to stay up until midnight reinstalling software on my computer. And today of all days, when I have something very important to attend to... But my explanation for that will have to wait until later... Just in case it doesn't pan out.
I just hope Murphy is done fucking with me for a while, because I really want this to work out.
It's Monday... It's tax day (too bad my taxes were done in February!!)... Today is also the day that I decided to end a little war I've been fighting with Big Geek. See... Big Geek recently decided that it was going to occasionally freeze up on me. That wasn't too bad. Defrag the hard drive and go on about my business...
Riiiiight...
Problem: Big Geek decides that no matter how often I try to defrag him, he's not going to have it. So I going from having my computer freeze on me once every week or so, to once every day, to this weekend where I practically got NOTHING constructive done because I was fighing with Big Geek all weekend.
Well, I said no more to that! By 11 o'clock last night, I had all my important files copied onto 4 CD's (I'm actually amazed that it only took four disks... Just goes to show how much unnecessary crap I have on my computer...) and this morning I reformatted my C drive and set about reinstalling Windows 98. Not bad... Only took me until about 1/4 to six to finish all this... just enough time to get out of the house and get to work...
9 hours at work, a few hours of keeping Lils company, and then it's back home to reinstall all my software and figure out why the only screen resolution I'm allowed to set my monitor to right now is 450X600 (which makes everything look ridiculously huge on a 17 inch monitor)...
Must... wake.... up.....
I'd ask someone to explain to me why it is I've been at work for two bloody hours aready, but I already know the answer to that. The management asked for it. And I graceously conceeded. This may well break me of my vow to live without caffine... which would NOT be a good thing. I think it may be time to invest in some ginseng.
BTW: I've decided that world domination may not be such a bad goal after all. When I rule the world, I'll be able to do away with all this pathetic fakery which has run so rampant through human society. When I rule the world, people will be rewarded for their work based on the merit of their actions, and not on how many asses they had to kiss to get to where they are.
I actually had the beginnings of a brilliant idea yesterday... Mischa, Esowolf and I should write a kick ass movie script, get it filmed and nominated for an Oscar and then... Well, that's kinda where the idea gets a bit hazy, but it involves showing up to the ceremony in Hot Topic, rather than Armani or Versaci... It was a good idea, until Mischa reminded me that in order to get nominated for an Oscar, I would have to write a KISSass script.
::sigh:: It's a sad, sad time we live in, when awards for artistic acheivement are given to less deserving candidates, who just happened to suck up to the right people.
Yes, I'm still bitter about Lord of the Rings not winning Sunday night. Everyone at work has tried to remind me that it suffers from the same curse Star Wars did - that of the Genre film. Genre films will never win an academy award. Genre films are lucky to be considered Best Picture material. What a load of crap! Didn't 2001 win the Oscar one year? The concept is not impossible, people...
But then this is just one more reason for me to go through with my plans for world domination... I just have to come up with good plan.
Finally, Mischa pointed me to this great article from Salon.com, which pretty well hits the nail on the head as to why Sunday's awards show disturbed me so much... and I didn't even SEE Tom Cruise's speach!
Oscar mania is coming to a head downstairs. Hollywood Blvd's been blocked off since last night and they are laying a red carpet over the ENTIRE street. yay...
Me and the rest of my co-workers spent a good 1/2 hour staring down at the instanity this morning. Mostly we were making fun of this gigantic Oscar statue in a truck. It LOOKED like he was in a coffin, I shit you not. Even funnier was this cloth drapped over where his mouth should be. So not only was Oscar dead and in a casket, he was GAGGED!!!
They've been bringing in flowers since yesterday... Isn't it a bit early for that part? How do they expect all that greenery to not wilt in the heat outside? I fail to get the non-logic here...
Yesterday was odd... this guy in my department (we'll call him the Big Shot) spent the entire day walking around with a bike helmet on. It was so fucking funny. He looked like that character from SNL with the harness who can't have any sugar. Big Shot's turning into such an asshole. I used to find him funny, but more and more I just can't stand to be around him anymore. I don't know if it's because he's so full of himself or if it's because he's so busy being CS's contact to the executives that he can't do his fucking job or if he's so involved with our brand spanking new spirit committee to do his fucking job or if it's just my annoyance of having to listen to him go on and on about his personal life from 2 fucking rows away!!!
It's really starting to grate.
There's another irony... a "Spirit" committe. You know? I like the idea, but the more they do, the more it's like their trying to make us feel better about being miserable. Shit don't work around here. People don't fix the shit. Customers yell at us because we can't fix the shit. And yet we're supposed to be happy about working here... right..... Well happy to be working is one thing, but I'd rather see all the money they're pouring into this "Spirit" committee go to better uses... Like raises, or bonuses, or FIXING OUR BROKEN SHIT!!!
Whatever... Here's some more quizes...
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Oh yuck! The Brittany Spears movie is premiering down stairs!! The streets of Hollywood have been overrun with star struck children and getting out of here tonight is going to be hell. I hate Mondays...
I've really gotta find another line of work. One that involves a complete LACK of interaction with people. I'm tired of dealing with the endless stream of assholes that get transfered to me every single day....
Only 15 minutes left. May the world survive that long...
I never realized how much of a clothes horse I was until I moved... correction... I never realized how much of a clothes horse I was until I realized that I needed two closets and one cabinet to store them all in. Of course having so many clothes does have its advantages... I've just returned from doing three loads of laundry and I think I have enough clean clothes right now to see me through Christmas.
This is a good thing... This is a very good thing! Because if there's one constant I've found with all laundrymats, it is the fact that all of them seem to have their radios stuck on KOST 103.5, as in slow songs, sappy songs, mellow songs 24/7 and being the time of the year that it is, threats of a whole month of nothing but Christmas music.
Not that there's anything wrong with Christmas... well other than it being in the middle of winter and really cold... I mean I like the Christmas season. I like the smell of pine everywhere... I like how everyone seems to be just a little bit nicer.... I just have a very low tolerance for Christmas music. I'm sorry, I can only listen to the same Christmas carols for so long before they threaten to drive me insane. And when they can't think of any new ways to jazz up the old stuff, or any new songs to play, what do I get? Someone like Kenny G accompaning Louis Armstrong in "What a Wonderful World"... Yes... a 50-year-old song (okay maybe not that old) mixed with new instrumentals... Now I'm not in anyway a music expert, but this is just getting a bit corny.
Even the classic Christmas movies get old after a while... especially when every channel in existance ends up showing the same movies. If I want Christmas movies, I think... Batman Returns... Edward Scissorhands...and, of course, Nightmare Before Christmas (yes, my favorite Christmas movie is also my favorite Halloween movie).
Okay! So I'm twisted and strange!! We all know this!!!
And it's mornings like this that I remember how much of a reptile I am. Winter's coming, it's cold and all I want to do right now is sleep. Maybe I should be like Orlando and just sleep for a week... I wonder how many people I would worry if that happened...
Okay, so you're supposed to TELL me when I do something stupid like say that the date is FRIDAY the 7th, and not SUNDAY!!
Oh well, it's fixed now.
Well.... today saw the momentous return of the Wiffleball Champ after his month long bus tour of Europe. That I'm insanely jealous of him right now goes without saying... okay so I'm NOT jealous of the fact that he spent the whole trip cramped in a tour bus when I could fly to Germany and have instant free boarding (the benefits of family). If you've read about the grand scheme I'm plotting, you'll know part of the reason why I am jealous of my manager... But the most important reason why I'm mad at my dear manager right now is one very small, very minor detail which he mentions in his trip Journal: the fact that he was in St. Goar. That's right... the Illustrious Wiffleball Champ was in the presence of Rhinefelds, my single most favorite castle in all of Europe and he didn't even take a picture!! ARGH!!!
And then to top off my lists of annoyances for today, there is another gigantic crane in the middle of Hollywood Blvd. I swear... I can't wait for that damn place to open so that I won't have to worry about blocked traffic... Well... at least not until there's another premier, but that's in the only in the afternoon and not all fucking week...
Have I mentioned that I hate Hollywood? Well, I'll mention it again. Hollywood sucks!!! Especially now... I think I've mentioned the shinny new theatre/cineplex/mall/hotel they've been working on for the past 2 years. You know, the new "Home of the Oscars"? Yeah, right... Highly doubtful now... I don't know if it's been officially announced but the damn theatre's too small. Not that this is a completely bad thing... I hear rumors that when The Producers comes to LA, it will go in there... which means that unless I get offered an awsome new job somewhere else, I'll be able to walk right across the street if I want to see a show...
But I digress... the ultimate reason for why Hollywood is particularly sucking right now, does have to do with the complex across the street from work... and the gigantic fucking crane that's been parked in the middle of Hollywood Blvd this entire week!!! That's right... take a major street and one of the area's biggest tourist attractions and close it off for a week... What better way to turn the practically the only way to get from the Valley to LA into a big parking lot? Now all they need to do is turn on that new signal they're installing on Highland and see how long it takes people to realize that it's actually working.
This is why I've been staying at work so late. I just got home and my bloody apartment is an oven once again. It's actually not too bad right now... but I am planning on actually cooking dinner tonight, so it may become a bit more unbearable later on.
So I got thrown on the phones today. It was only for an hour but it was enough to reaffirm just how much I hate people. My last caller... uh gods! The damn idiot spent 1/2 an hour blaming us for making him look like a fool in court because a message he sent didn't get to it's intended recipients. Now mind you... there are only two email addresses on his account (Yahell and Hotmail) and he claims that he was sending his message through Outlook. He kept repeating to me that he received confirmation that the email was sent BUT he never actually answered the question as to whether or not he received an email confirmation from us.
Now, he did admit to me that he knows very little about computers, so our software, being MAPI complient would not have been able to connect to the two web interfaces above, nor do I think that he would know enough to set up Yahell to work with Outlook... Geez! Thrown on the phones and I still end up doing nothing but cancels!
This is what happens when people beg you to help with the call load and you are two or three times as fast as anyone else... owing, of course to the fact that I seem to be the only one in my department capable of logging a phone call while I'm on said phone call and then jumping right in to take another one. Who needs to take a break? Hell! I manage to goof off and> get more work done than practically any one else.
Don't you just hate how insomnia takes everything and decides to screw it all up? Yeah.. Me too... I was up until 3 working in here. And I'd planned to be up by at least 7...
I'm not a morning person by choice. I'm a morning person by necessity. I work a 7 to 4 day shift (yuck) and the practically non-existant insullation in my apartment makes it impossible to sleep since I'm too cheep to throw the A/C on more than once or twice a month. So here I am at 8 o'clock in the morning tired as hell and attempting to get several things done before the afternoon heat drives me out of here and into the centrally air conditioned coolness of my place of employment.
Sad, isn't it? I go to work because it's cooler than my apartment. But at least I'm getting paid for it. ^_-
BTW: has anyone ever tried typing when there's a ceral bowl between you and the keyboard? It's a neat little trick...
