Be prepared, next week I will be back to not doing this… three days of the senseless crap of my day is probably enough to last y’all quite a while.
I woke up early today for a silly reason. I don’t know what to wear. Its Friday… and normally on Friday’s I like to dress casual… and push the corporate envelope juuuust a tad. (Thankfully my boss doesn’t seem to care what I wear and I think sometimes even gets a kick out of the outfits I put together. Say what you will, but she was all for the cop costume.) Anyway, its Friday… but after work I am going to see Naomi who I haven’t seen in a long time and part of me wants to look nice, or at least look decent, or at least look good. Shallow I know, but…. No wait. It really is… it is shallow. I just talked myself out of it.
Dressed in jeans and a black tee I am carrying a box of doughnuts on the train. In spite of the older man sitting nearby who keeps licking his lips and grinning at me, I feel pretty good both with my clothing choice and the happiness these pieces of fried dough will hopefully bring to my coworkers.
There is some sort of universal law that says that the second you get up from your desk someone will call you… or that the day your boss is on vacation the computer system decides to go haywire and not do what it is supposed to do. When Equity Edge goes down… it affects Julie with her IESPP, Jaime with her Terms, Debbie with her payroll, and me with my addresses. In other words, we need it!
Still dealing with computer issues… Just read a little tidbit of happy company PR. Our LA office helped 25 LA inner city kids see the ocean for the first time. Which is very cool. Its also kind of a sad thing that people can live so close to the ocean and not get to see it. I am so glad that I get to see it on a regular basis. The thought of moving far away from it…-shudder-
Wal-Mart is warning its employees that a Democratic win in November will be bad for them… because honestly it might be bad for Wal-Mart if the new administration makes it easier for employees to unionize which is likely. So… the employer (Wal-Mart) is trying to scare its employees into voting a certain way because it would be better for the employer, not better for the employees! What a load of BS.
I realized I have been working almost 10 hour days all week to make up for Monday’s sickness. One of the gals asked me if I would want to have this sort of schedule full time… and where as a week ago I would have said “hell yes!”… today I paused. Because, honestly, I get home totally beat after doing this for 10 hours. So, maybe. Not like its an option even, but sort of fun to think about.
I was reminded recently that it is CA law to take a full 30 minute lunch. Then, they went and changed the law… but since it is in danger of being changed back, I am not pressing the issue. But, oh how I want to!
Just had one of “those” moments. You catch the eye of someone and then there is a smile (maybe a slight blush) and then a quick look away… followed by a look back. “… and I could tell the druids, this then is the true dance of our natures….” The funny thing is that the last time this happened to me I pointed the guy out to my companions only to later watch as he got into an altercation with other guys… rumors spread through the crowd that there had been some violence against a woman perpetrated by.. well you guess it… my “Moment Man” which just goes to show that I sure know how to pick ‘em. So this time, I just smile to myself and walked away.
Doughnuts are filling… after eating a few I didn’t feel the need for any other food today. Coffee, yes, Food, not so much.
$14 million for baby pictures? Has the world gone mad? Won’t these highly paid for pics be all over the internet in a matter of moments from the publishing time? Lame.
Oooo sugar crash… suddenly I am starving. Time for emergency granola bar!... and then a bowl of pasta….
Ahhh, he’s married. Well that answers that. Thank goodness.
Yes I saw the movie Secretary. Yes I liked it. Yes, I own it. And you know what else? I’m not ashamed.
I should put together a list of “To better understand me, see./read/watch/listen this” But not just me… everyone should have this list. It would make dating vastly more interesting. If there was a limit.. say 5 books, 5 songs, 5 pieces of art, and 5 movies… that would make it harder, but ultimately more rewarding.
The afternoon passed quickly… that’s what happens when the computers finally start working and then we all chip in to help Julie get her stuff done so she can go on vacation for two weeks. I would be jealous but then I think about my own upcoming adventure and suddenly I am filled with nothing but happiness.
Instead of getting on a bus and heading to Santa Cruz to listen to John Wait sing “Missing You” I am… not. Grrr.
Of course that little blurb up there regarding the “moment” made me think of Steve. Steve who needs a story all his own… the classic “perfect storybook meeting” straight out of a romantic comedy script… the realization that he was more the classic “bad boy” than the classic “romantic hero.”… the cliché drunken fights and the clash of two worlds… the music, the well the “other stuff”… and the eventual “crash and burn” moment. That’s a lot of “”s eh? Well, give me a bottle of white wine and I’ll tell you all about it. In glaring rum laced detail.
Saw a very skinny Hoppy cat.. a very sleek and big Pip cat… and really really had to fight the urge to come home and beg Jessica for a cat of my very own. Settled instead with going to the mall and buying a big painting! Its gorgeous! Now I have my first piece of actual art to hang over my actual adult bed! Yay me!
Overheard in a comic book shop where I was trying (yet again) to get a hold of a card game called Fluxx… a guy asking for a copy of the latest “Kiss”… and when told that there wasn’t one he asked instead for a copy of “Dominatrix.” Which one?” asked the clerk, “The latest one, the best one, the one, and the only one, where she is topless!” was the enthusiastic reply. Now, you might think that he must have been one of those classic comic book nerd guys… all skinny, and teen aged… but no. He was my dad’s age with a beer gut and glasses. Which just goes to show that at any age, some guys (and to be fair some gals) are just always going to want to see boobs. (And really, who can blame them eh Dood?)
Had a nice long talk about goals with Jarrod…. We both have our “by the end of summer” goals… and even though they are both important and such, I think he will have better luck with his because he has a stronger motivation. Motivation: its what makes goals become reality. Slap that on a bumper sticker so I can walk by and mock it why don’t you!
Tomorrow: no more insanely frivolous blogging… a trip to SF with Jessica and then an evening spent doing whatever I feel like. Because I am a adult damnit and I can do that.