Announcement, announcement, Annouuuuuncement!
Just in case you don't know, THE PARTY TONIGHT HAS BEEN MOVED TO MY HOUSE. 6 PM.
Happy Holiday!
Happy Holiday!
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Friday, December 30, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
It's Nice to Be Funny
Mom didn't like a pair of earrings that Dad gave her for Christmas. So I went with her today while she exchanged them.
She was having trouble finding something she liked, so I suggested that I show her my ideal engagement ring.
She laughed. Snorted laughed. And said, "Like that would happen."
Thanks Mom.
She was having trouble finding something she liked, so I suggested that I show her my ideal engagement ring.
She laughed. Snorted laughed. And said, "Like that would happen."
Thanks Mom.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Ho *Hick* Ho
In order to be able to open one present tonight, my parents have demanded that I drink half a glass of wine.
I agreed to their terms. I've received the one gift (excluding money and gift certificates) that I asked for: An ipod. I've decided to name him shpod. He and Macky seem to get along wonderfully.
Merry Christmas, ya'll!
I agreed to their terms. I've received the one gift (excluding money and gift certificates) that I asked for: An ipod. I've decided to name him shpod. He and Macky seem to get along wonderfully.
Merry Christmas, ya'll!
Friday, December 23, 2005
New Spokesperson for American Airline
There were no problems with my flights.
Not one.
No problem.
No issues with the weather.
No mechanical problems.
From now on, I'm an American Airlines girl.
Not one.
No problem.
No issues with the weather.
No mechanical problems.
From now on, I'm an American Airlines girl.
Excuse
They tried to call me in to work tonight.
Luckily the excuse "My plane to another state takes off before that time" is forever a good one.
Luckily the excuse "My plane to another state takes off before that time" is forever a good one.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Free for a Week
Done!
Work ended with a bang. A bang of pain and suffering.
Things were crazy for most of the afternoon.
Then CAM, now to be called CA-STALKER, showed up. Even though there was a line, I left Kim, the understanding girl who has worked with me through most of the CA-STALKER drama, to deal with the line. I hid in the back room (with no exits) for ten minutes. On the plus side, staring at the contents of a freezer causes you to see things you wouldn't otherwise notice. I found some sandwiches that we were running low on out front. Anyway, CA-STALKER stayed in the cafe for some time, but luckily things were busy enough that my attempts at ignoring him could have just been interpreted as the behavior of a crazy frazzled ant worker going about her work.
I fly tomorrow. Let's hope everything goes well.
Work ended with a bang. A bang of pain and suffering.
Things were crazy for most of the afternoon.
Then CAM, now to be called CA-STALKER, showed up. Even though there was a line, I left Kim, the understanding girl who has worked with me through most of the CA-STALKER drama, to deal with the line. I hid in the back room (with no exits) for ten minutes. On the plus side, staring at the contents of a freezer causes you to see things you wouldn't otherwise notice. I found some sandwiches that we were running low on out front. Anyway, CA-STALKER stayed in the cafe for some time, but luckily things were busy enough that my attempts at ignoring him could have just been interpreted as the behavior of a crazy frazzled ant worker going about her work.
I fly tomorrow. Let's hope everything goes well.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Two More Shifts
My day off was perfection. I went back and forth between chilling online and napping. Perfection, I say. Perfection.
Lizz came over and we watched some of our favorite Gilmore Girl episodes while eating junk food. Also good fun.
Work week of pain is two-thirds over. I just have to get through today and tomorrow. So close.
Plus, I need to pack for my flight home.
Off to work.
Lizz came over and we watched some of our favorite Gilmore Girl episodes while eating junk food. Also good fun.
Work week of pain is two-thirds over. I just have to get through today and tomorrow. So close.
Plus, I need to pack for my flight home.
Off to work.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Romance Update AKA the Gentle Success of the Shel
Alright.
Met Central American Man outside after my shift. I said I couldn't be a relationship and he took it surprisingly well. We went to another cafe and sat and talked (with several awkward silences) for 15 minutes. Then I excused myself.
Anyway, CAM tried to excuse his behavior by saying he was following my lead.
??????????
During our first conversation, after he talked about all his "feelings," I mentioned that I only intend to have serious relationships. Apparently instead of hearing the "take it slow" and "friends first" parts of my statement, he heard "serious relationship with you." I choose to blame both misinterpretation and the language berrier.
Things should be alright now. Although (hopefully just to make conversation) he asked when I start work tomorrow. If he does show up, I will fall to the cafe floor and have a huge hissy fitt that will drive all men away forever. Let us hope it won't come to that.
In other news, I got to make my first staff recommendation pick yesterday. I decided to go classic. Pride and Prejudice. The only problem is that I then had to write a two line blurb about why people should read the book. How can you sum up the joy that is P&P in just two lines? The girl I was working with, Kim, who I've helped convert to P&P (she's currently reading it and she's has borrowed by DVDs of the BBC version), helped me develop possible statements.
We decided on: "Overcome first impressions and misconceptions and become bewitched by reading this classic romantic comedy."
Like it or not, it took us an hour to decide on that sentence.
*Cough* SECRET SANTA PAY ATTENTION *Cough*
B&N has gone goofy over the past couple of days. Today's addition to the craziness was a DVD of a fire burning in a fire place. It ran on the break room TV all day. At first I thought it was rediculous. Then it totally grew on me. I miss fires. I love the crackling. I wants my own DVD of a fire that I can watch all day. It will be perfect for reading. But I'd feel like an idiot to buy that for myself.
*Cough* YOU HEAR ME OUT THERE IN SECRET SANTA LAND? *Cough*
Met Central American Man outside after my shift. I said I couldn't be a relationship and he took it surprisingly well. We went to another cafe and sat and talked (with several awkward silences) for 15 minutes. Then I excused myself.
Anyway, CAM tried to excuse his behavior by saying he was following my lead.
??????????
During our first conversation, after he talked about all his "feelings," I mentioned that I only intend to have serious relationships. Apparently instead of hearing the "take it slow" and "friends first" parts of my statement, he heard "serious relationship with you." I choose to blame both misinterpretation and the language berrier.
Things should be alright now. Although (hopefully just to make conversation) he asked when I start work tomorrow. If he does show up, I will fall to the cafe floor and have a huge hissy fitt that will drive all men away forever. Let us hope it won't come to that.
In other news, I got to make my first staff recommendation pick yesterday. I decided to go classic. Pride and Prejudice. The only problem is that I then had to write a two line blurb about why people should read the book. How can you sum up the joy that is P&P in just two lines? The girl I was working with, Kim, who I've helped convert to P&P (she's currently reading it and she's has borrowed by DVDs of the BBC version), helped me develop possible statements.
We decided on: "Overcome first impressions and misconceptions and become bewitched by reading this classic romantic comedy."
Like it or not, it took us an hour to decide on that sentence.
*Cough* SECRET SANTA PAY ATTENTION *Cough*B&N has gone goofy over the past couple of days. Today's addition to the craziness was a DVD of a fire burning in a fire place. It ran on the break room TV all day. At first I thought it was rediculous. Then it totally grew on me. I miss fires. I love the crackling. I wants my own DVD of a fire that I can watch all day. It will be perfect for reading. But I'd feel like an idiot to buy that for myself.
*Cough* YOU HEAR ME OUT THERE IN SECRET SANTA LAND? *Cough*
A Little Elaboration
Sigh. Five hours of sleep will not be enough.
So, my last post didn't explain much.
Central American Man showed up at work for my first break. We talked. It was awkward as we didn't have much to say to each other. Whatever. That's fine.
Then. He declared he would wait around for my next break so we could talk some more. Ummmm. Hmmmm. I said he didn't have to do that, but he insisted.
So, by my second break I was exhausted with the start of a head ache. I glanced around, but didn't see Central American Man. I felt relieved. (Which is very telling of where this non-relationship is going). My feet were killing me, so I wasn't going to go searching for him. I went and hid in the break room and had a nice conversation with the security guard about becoming a teen dad.
At the end of my break I run into Central American Man. He was upset. Apparently he'd returned to the cafe minutes after I left.
Me: I've been thinking, I don't think this will work.
CAM: But you said you only want serious relationships, like me.
Me: Ummmm.
(When I do eventually date, I plan to date with the intention of marriage...somewhere down the road. I think to this man "serious" means date and then marry by the month's end.)
CAM: Can I call you, so we can talk about this.
Me: Ummmm, well I'm off Tuesday.
I meant for him to call Tuesday. I think he interpreted that we meet on Tuesday, but he call...well, keep reading....
CAM: Okay, then what time can I call tomorrow?
Me: I should be home from work by about 8.
CAM: Oh, well then, why don't I take you out to dinner then. Get away from this place.
Me: Wait what?
Cam: 7:45. We'll meet downstairs.
Me: Ummm, okay?
Curse the subtle manipulation. I mean, he knew I wasn't doing anything that night. I couldn't lie. Bah humbug. I wish I had a time machine. All I had to say was "I don't think that'll be a good idea." Why couldn't my brain form the simple words?
In my defense, I was exhausted and by the end of the conversation, I was also five minutes late to getting back to work.
So, the plan for tonight is to end this dinner business before it begins. I shall drink lots of coffee during work in the hopes that I won't be dead by the end of shift. I will start the conversation with "this can't happen." None of this "Hi, how are you?" business. I mean it. Right at the doors to Barnes and Noble. I will be authoritative (but not mean). I will say that his type of serious relationship, or at this point, any other type of relationship with him, is not an option. Go find another girl. And that will be that.
I only wish I didn't have to wait until tonight to do this. I want to get it over with.
This had better work.
Of course, the other option is to call in sick for work and be a no show for Central American Man. That'll send the same message, right? But I suppose that would be the coward's path. And it would be mean. (I'll save it as a last resort in case Plan Nice, but Authoritative doesn't work)
Then I'll swear off men. For a long time. Again.
My life hurts. And so does my head. Curse my lack of sleep. *I shake my fist at you in anger*
So, my last post didn't explain much.
Central American Man showed up at work for my first break. We talked. It was awkward as we didn't have much to say to each other. Whatever. That's fine.
Then. He declared he would wait around for my next break so we could talk some more. Ummmm. Hmmmm. I said he didn't have to do that, but he insisted.
So, by my second break I was exhausted with the start of a head ache. I glanced around, but didn't see Central American Man. I felt relieved. (Which is very telling of where this non-relationship is going). My feet were killing me, so I wasn't going to go searching for him. I went and hid in the break room and had a nice conversation with the security guard about becoming a teen dad.
At the end of my break I run into Central American Man. He was upset. Apparently he'd returned to the cafe minutes after I left.
Me: I've been thinking, I don't think this will work.
CAM: But you said you only want serious relationships, like me.
Me: Ummmm.
(When I do eventually date, I plan to date with the intention of marriage...somewhere down the road. I think to this man "serious" means date and then marry by the month's end.)
CAM: Can I call you, so we can talk about this.
Me: Ummmm, well I'm off Tuesday.
I meant for him to call Tuesday. I think he interpreted that we meet on Tuesday, but he call...well, keep reading....
CAM: Okay, then what time can I call tomorrow?
Me: I should be home from work by about 8.
CAM: Oh, well then, why don't I take you out to dinner then. Get away from this place.
Me: Wait what?
Cam: 7:45. We'll meet downstairs.
Me: Ummm, okay?
Curse the subtle manipulation. I mean, he knew I wasn't doing anything that night. I couldn't lie. Bah humbug. I wish I had a time machine. All I had to say was "I don't think that'll be a good idea." Why couldn't my brain form the simple words?
In my defense, I was exhausted and by the end of the conversation, I was also five minutes late to getting back to work.
So, the plan for tonight is to end this dinner business before it begins. I shall drink lots of coffee during work in the hopes that I won't be dead by the end of shift. I will start the conversation with "this can't happen." None of this "Hi, how are you?" business. I mean it. Right at the doors to Barnes and Noble. I will be authoritative (but not mean). I will say that his type of serious relationship, or at this point, any other type of relationship with him, is not an option. Go find another girl. And that will be that.
I only wish I didn't have to wait until tonight to do this. I want to get it over with.
This had better work.
Of course, the other option is to call in sick for work and be a no show for Central American Man. That'll send the same message, right? But I suppose that would be the coward's path. And it would be mean. (I'll save it as a last resort in case Plan Nice, but Authoritative doesn't work)
Then I'll swear off men. For a long time. Again.
My life hurts. And so does my head. Curse my lack of sleep. *I shake my fist at you in anger*
Decision Time
Okay, Central American man has somehow turned a nice let down into going out to dinner tomorrow after I work.
Unacceptable.
I may have to allow my dark authoritative side to emerge and kick his butt to the curb.
We must get rid of the Latin lover.
Very bad night. Bad long night. And the worst part is that in a couple of hours I have to do it all again then go on a date I want no part in.
The four eight hour shifts in four days thing is REALLY not working for me...And I'm only half way done.
Bah humbug to the world.
Unacceptable.
I may have to allow my dark authoritative side to emerge and kick his butt to the curb.
We must get rid of the Latin lover.
Very bad night. Bad long night. And the worst part is that in a couple of hours I have to do it all again then go on a date I want no part in.
The four eight hour shifts in four days thing is REALLY not working for me...And I'm only half way done.
Bah humbug to the world.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
The Unexpected
Most interesting night at work ever.
I seem to have a new potential love interest/stalker.
He wrote the following to me on a napkin:
I am an artist.
As such, I am always trying to find beauty in anything and anyone.
Well, I just see you. I see you as this God's wonder that shines like the sun.
I do not know you, but I can see that you are a star,
even when everything might turn very dark,
it is when you shine the most, and every beautiful soul can see without effort.
You are love, representing greatly God's creation.
Hmmm. In defense of his grammatical errors he's from Central America. Is it a quote from somewhere? I only ask because I don't think many guys speaking English as their first language could think to write something like that. But then, I do tend towards pessimism and expecting the worst in people.
he cornered me and we spoke during most of one of my breaks. Here's what I know:
-He's a Christian
-He is a Masters student at Duquesne University, studying the violin.
-He is very close to the rest of his family
-He is 26.
-He plans to visit me tomorrow while I work.
So, I'm torn. It's all a little scary and I have no idea what to do.
On the plus side, my shift when fast. Also, someone agreed to take my shift for next Friday. Joy!
I'm off to bed. So I can do it all again tomorrow.
I seem to have a new potential love interest/stalker.
He wrote the following to me on a napkin:
I am an artist.
As such, I am always trying to find beauty in anything and anyone.
Well, I just see you. I see you as this God's wonder that shines like the sun.
I do not know you, but I can see that you are a star,
even when everything might turn very dark,
it is when you shine the most, and every beautiful soul can see without effort.
You are love, representing greatly God's creation.
Hmmm. In defense of his grammatical errors he's from Central America. Is it a quote from somewhere? I only ask because I don't think many guys speaking English as their first language could think to write something like that. But then, I do tend towards pessimism and expecting the worst in people.
he cornered me and we spoke during most of one of my breaks. Here's what I know:
-He's a Christian
-He is a Masters student at Duquesne University, studying the violin.
-He is very close to the rest of his family
-He is 26.
-He plans to visit me tomorrow while I work.
So, I'm torn. It's all a little scary and I have no idea what to do.
On the plus side, my shift when fast. Also, someone agreed to take my shift for next Friday. Joy!
I'm off to bed. So I can do it all again tomorrow.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Yet More Support to the "My Life is Ironic" Theory
Girl has spent two days in her apartment.
Girl leaves apartment for one hour to go and buy coffee and books for the next semester (looks like I'm going to have some good classes, by the way. The fantasy course reading list includes some of my all time favorites).
UPS man chooses to attempt delivery of a mystery package during that one hour.
47 potential delivery hours. He comes a'knocking during the 48th hour, when girl decides to leave. 1/48 = 2.08% chance.
Tis my life.
I shall have to be a hermit tomorrow. I don't mind too much, cause we wants mystery package. But I need to do laundry at some point. Knowing my luck, UPS man will arrive when I'm gone for ten minutes moving clothes from the washer to the dryer.
So it goes.
Girl leaves apartment for one hour to go and buy coffee and books for the next semester (looks like I'm going to have some good classes, by the way. The fantasy course reading list includes some of my all time favorites).
UPS man chooses to attempt delivery of a mystery package during that one hour.
47 potential delivery hours. He comes a'knocking during the 48th hour, when girl decides to leave. 1/48 = 2.08% chance.
Tis my life.
I shall have to be a hermit tomorrow. I don't mind too much, cause we wants mystery package. But I need to do laundry at some point. Knowing my luck, UPS man will arrive when I'm gone for ten minutes moving clothes from the washer to the dryer.
So it goes.
My Return to the Internet
The power of the internet is at my fingertips once more.
I spent all day yesterday waiting for UPS to bring the new modem. From my few previous deliveries, I knew that the delivery man could arrive any time between 11 AM and 5 PM.
By 4:45 PM, I'd read 80 pages in two books, watched over half of season two of Scrubs and had gone completely stir crazy. luckily, that was the moment the nice UPS man decided to show up, preventing me from going truly mad.
Today has been spent making up for my lost internet time. I may go outside at some point. I'm bound to get hungry. That, or a lack of natural light will somehow turn me into a vampire. Which ever happens first.
I spent all day yesterday waiting for UPS to bring the new modem. From my few previous deliveries, I knew that the delivery man could arrive any time between 11 AM and 5 PM.
By 4:45 PM, I'd read 80 pages in two books, watched over half of season two of Scrubs and had gone completely stir crazy. luckily, that was the moment the nice UPS man decided to show up, preventing me from going truly mad.
Today has been spent making up for my lost internet time. I may go outside at some point. I'm bound to get hungry. That, or a lack of natural light will somehow turn me into a vampire. Which ever happens first.
Monday, December 12, 2005
Macky = The Man
So, in a desperate attempt to avoid having to complete a complicated process of uploading, transferring and printing, I tried hooking up Macky to my printer, which supposedly won't work unless the proper software is uploaded. The software, by the way, is in Michigan.
Macky, ever so amazing, sent me a message, more or less, saying "Hey, I'm sensing a printer? You want me to use it or something?"
I replied, "Yes, Macky. I want you to print about twenty-five pages."
Macky said "Sure thing." He did as he promised without a single paper jam. Joy to Macky!
I love it when things work.
I should get my new DSL modem tomorrow. Which is good. Because only when I'm denied my ability to get online do I actually realize how much time I spend on line. I literally can't go twenty minutes without thinking about something I want to check/read/find online.
Today was pretty low key. I went grocery shopping. Which was good, cause soon I'd be reduced to eating paper.
I finished a book and watched the German movie "The Princess and the Warrior." (So-so, in my opinion)
I was rather upset at work yesterday. My manager mentioned a week ago that I might be working a little more in the next week or so. I figured no biggie. I figured I'd be working four times a week instead of two or three.
I figured wrong.
I'm scheduled to work Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.
One day off! One! Do I look like a robot?
!
!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My feet would never forgive me. On the plus side, unless I want to miss my flight back to Michigan, I'm going to have to cancel on the last friday, as my flight takes off 10 minutes before I'm supposed to report to work. When I go in this Friday (The first day of suffering), I'm going to start making the calls to the other cafe employees in the hopes that someone will take pity on me and be willing to pick up at least the last shift.
Macky, ever so amazing, sent me a message, more or less, saying "Hey, I'm sensing a printer? You want me to use it or something?"
I replied, "Yes, Macky. I want you to print about twenty-five pages."
Macky said "Sure thing." He did as he promised without a single paper jam. Joy to Macky!
I love it when things work.
I should get my new DSL modem tomorrow. Which is good. Because only when I'm denied my ability to get online do I actually realize how much time I spend on line. I literally can't go twenty minutes without thinking about something I want to check/read/find online.
Today was pretty low key. I went grocery shopping. Which was good, cause soon I'd be reduced to eating paper.
I finished a book and watched the German movie "The Princess and the Warrior." (So-so, in my opinion)
I was rather upset at work yesterday. My manager mentioned a week ago that I might be working a little more in the next week or so. I figured no biggie. I figured I'd be working four times a week instead of two or three.
I figured wrong.
I'm scheduled to work Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.
One day off! One! Do I look like a robot?
!
!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My feet would never forgive me. On the plus side, unless I want to miss my flight back to Michigan, I'm going to have to cancel on the last friday, as my flight takes off 10 minutes before I'm supposed to report to work. When I go in this Friday (The first day of suffering), I'm going to start making the calls to the other cafe employees in the hopes that someone will take pity on me and be willing to pick up at least the last shift.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
My Life = Technological Prison
As of yesterday afternoon, Macky cannot connect to the internet.
Life is pain.
I ignored the problem until this morning. I called Verizon, my DSL provider (second time in less than a week). Bah humbug.
After a long conversation, I'm being sent a new DSL modem. It will arrive Tuesday. The day a huge assignment is due in which I need to get online to be able to send the document to a printer.
Called parents to inform them of their daughter's suffering. They were surprisingly unsympathetic.
Father: I don't know anything about your problems. I use windows.
Me: It's not Macky's fault! It's the DSL.
Father: I don't know what DSL is. We have dial up.
Me: Mumble incoherently.
Parents don't approve of my marriage to Macky. Why oh why must we live in a world of discrimination and hatred?!
On the plus side, I'm now at the Chatham library...using Macky to write this post. Husband works perfectly. It's the rest of the world that is at fault.
This also means, I'll be able to print my assignment for Tuesday. It'll just be a very complicated long process.
Work was alright last night. I had thought it would be busier and therefore dreaded going in. Had good conversations with manager (discussed movies, fathers who used to be marines and Christian writers). Then dropped half a pile of plastic turtle shell containers on my own head and screamed. Was uninjured and able to laugh at self.
Also, special-extra-good employee discount went into effect. (For the next week I get 50% off!!!!!) Applying the discount, I bought $118 dollars worth of adolescent novels. Now I know what I'll be doing with my Christmas break.
Hungry. Have only had chai tea so far today. Off to eat.
Life is pain.
I ignored the problem until this morning. I called Verizon, my DSL provider (second time in less than a week). Bah humbug.
After a long conversation, I'm being sent a new DSL modem. It will arrive Tuesday. The day a huge assignment is due in which I need to get online to be able to send the document to a printer.
Called parents to inform them of their daughter's suffering. They were surprisingly unsympathetic.
Father: I don't know anything about your problems. I use windows.
Me: It's not Macky's fault! It's the DSL.
Father: I don't know what DSL is. We have dial up.
Me: Mumble incoherently.
Parents don't approve of my marriage to Macky. Why oh why must we live in a world of discrimination and hatred?!
On the plus side, I'm now at the Chatham library...using Macky to write this post. Husband works perfectly. It's the rest of the world that is at fault.
This also means, I'll be able to print my assignment for Tuesday. It'll just be a very complicated long process.
Work was alright last night. I had thought it would be busier and therefore dreaded going in. Had good conversations with manager (discussed movies, fathers who used to be marines and Christian writers). Then dropped half a pile of plastic turtle shell containers on my own head and screamed. Was uninjured and able to laugh at self.
Also, special-extra-good employee discount went into effect. (For the next week I get 50% off!!!!!) Applying the discount, I bought $118 dollars worth of adolescent novels. Now I know what I'll be doing with my Christmas break.
Hungry. Have only had chai tea so far today. Off to eat.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
RIP (The Following Post Is Rated PG-13)
Have killed compy. Am horrible compy wife.
Compy can no longer connect to internet because it has no browsers. (explorer hasn't worked for months. I assumed (wrongly) it was because it was jealous of the new verizon-yahoo browser that came with my DSL line).
Tension and jealousy turned into a fight tonight when I couldn't remember my verizon-yahoo password (AKA I know longer turn on my browser) I assumed verizon-yahoo didn't find me sexy anymore. And I became enraged, swearing to create a new password, one that I could always remember, to ensure that compy would always find me attractive.
Since the verizon-yahoo login window does not have the option of retrieving an old password or creating a new one, I became enraged. I realized I needed to find a creative way to accomplish my goals.
In my fit, I uninstalled the verizon-yahoo browser in the hopes of either reloading it with a new password or causing explorer, without the anxiety of having another browser to be compared with, to magically work again. Alas neither occurred. Explorer still won't open and ironically enough, I can't load verizon-yahoo without first using another (WORKING) browser. So, now compy is completely browserless. In one single uninstall, I've turned him into a "work offline solely" compy. I've cut off his manhood.
The death of our love is a combination of my refusal to see the warning signs, lack of memory of how to turn a browser on and compy's own growing runtime error (performance) issues.
so, our marital issues exploded into full out war. I realized our problems were beyond my ability to fix. So I called verizon, who is available 24/7. I was lucky enough to get a really cool tech support lady (aka marriage councilor). She helped me to focus on my sense of humor as opposed to getting pissy with compy and the world. But alas, despite the woman's expertise in matters of the heart and browser, Compy and my marital problems seem to be beyond her ability to reconcile.
Eventually, compy's issues can all be resolved. But that will require my Windows XP disk, which is sadly somewhere in Michigan (I don't know exactly where).
Thank goodness, I bought Macky or all would be lost. Am suddenly a big believer in bigamy. When one computer husband fails, the other is ready and waiting to be my knight in shiny white (macky) or silver (the recently departed compy) armor.
I heart you Macky. You're now all I have. May our love last forever. We can't let anything such as a runtime error (performance issues/your inability to get me online) come between us. I now see that was my failing with compy. I have learned my lesson. This time, I'm going to make it work.
And from now on, I will write down all my passwords. That is the other lesson.
The third lesson is that I should call a marital expert at the first sign of relationship issues.
The fourth lesson is that I shouldn't uninstall internet browsers (cut off manhoods) in a fit of rage.
Compy can no longer connect to internet because it has no browsers. (explorer hasn't worked for months. I assumed (wrongly) it was because it was jealous of the new verizon-yahoo browser that came with my DSL line).
Tension and jealousy turned into a fight tonight when I couldn't remember my verizon-yahoo password (AKA I know longer turn on my browser) I assumed verizon-yahoo didn't find me sexy anymore. And I became enraged, swearing to create a new password, one that I could always remember, to ensure that compy would always find me attractive.
Since the verizon-yahoo login window does not have the option of retrieving an old password or creating a new one, I became enraged. I realized I needed to find a creative way to accomplish my goals.
In my fit, I uninstalled the verizon-yahoo browser in the hopes of either reloading it with a new password or causing explorer, without the anxiety of having another browser to be compared with, to magically work again. Alas neither occurred. Explorer still won't open and ironically enough, I can't load verizon-yahoo without first using another (WORKING) browser. So, now compy is completely browserless. In one single uninstall, I've turned him into a "work offline solely" compy. I've cut off his manhood.
The death of our love is a combination of my refusal to see the warning signs, lack of memory of how to turn a browser on and compy's own growing runtime error (performance) issues.
so, our marital issues exploded into full out war. I realized our problems were beyond my ability to fix. So I called verizon, who is available 24/7. I was lucky enough to get a really cool tech support lady (aka marriage councilor). She helped me to focus on my sense of humor as opposed to getting pissy with compy and the world. But alas, despite the woman's expertise in matters of the heart and browser, Compy and my marital problems seem to be beyond her ability to reconcile.
Eventually, compy's issues can all be resolved. But that will require my Windows XP disk, which is sadly somewhere in Michigan (I don't know exactly where).
Thank goodness, I bought Macky or all would be lost. Am suddenly a big believer in bigamy. When one computer husband fails, the other is ready and waiting to be my knight in shiny white (macky) or silver (the recently departed compy) armor.
I heart you Macky. You're now all I have. May our love last forever. We can't let anything such as a runtime error (performance issues/your inability to get me online) come between us. I now see that was my failing with compy. I have learned my lesson. This time, I'm going to make it work.
And from now on, I will write down all my passwords. That is the other lesson.
The third lesson is that I should call a marital expert at the first sign of relationship issues.
The fourth lesson is that I shouldn't uninstall internet browsers (cut off manhoods) in a fit of rage.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Longest Week Ever
This past week has been painful in many ways:
Physically-I fell on some ice (several yards from my building after walking over a mile in the icy conditions).
Professionally-The Christmas season is not the time to be working in the service industry. And I've been working a lot.
Academically-I have a 15 page paper due Wednesday, and feedback from the class has created some serious doubts about the piece.
I suppose I can also say romantically since a complete lack of a love interest for an extended period is usually not considered good.
Physically-I fell on some ice (several yards from my building after walking over a mile in the icy conditions).
Professionally-The Christmas season is not the time to be working in the service industry. And I've been working a lot.
Academically-I have a 15 page paper due Wednesday, and feedback from the class has created some serious doubts about the piece.
I suppose I can also say romantically since a complete lack of a love interest for an extended period is usually not considered good.
Friday, December 02, 2005
The Waiting Game
I've spent all day in my apartment, waiting for the intercom to beep so I could let various delivery men (2 Fedex, 1 UPS, and 1 USPS...but the last guy had a key).
I now have everything I ordered from Apple.com, including the power of the word. Have I used it though? Have I edited any of my papers due this week? No. I work at B&N both Saturday and Sunday. I'm a very bad student.
My story that is due Wednesday is going horribly. It's worth 50% of my grade. At the moment, I'd rather walk on hot coals than work on it. (I'm serious about the coals thing. My feet are cold)
On the plus side, I'm starting a music collection on iTunes and catching up on season four of Alias.
Horrible student.
I now have everything I ordered from Apple.com, including the power of the word. Have I used it though? Have I edited any of my papers due this week? No. I work at B&N both Saturday and Sunday. I'm a very bad student.
My story that is due Wednesday is going horribly. It's worth 50% of my grade. At the moment, I'd rather walk on hot coals than work on it. (I'm serious about the coals thing. My feet are cold)
On the plus side, I'm starting a music collection on iTunes and catching up on season four of Alias.
Horrible student.
