June 30, 2002
Lookie! A new post!
I haven't updated this in, like, forever. But you wouldn't believe how busy they're keeping me at work. I don't even have time to check my e-mail. That place's a fucking sweatshop. But they gave me a laptop, so I'm not complaining that loudly.
Oh yeah, Brazil won the World Cup this morning. I can't say I'm very excited by that, since I was rooting for Germany and Oliver Kahn because I'm so tied of Brazil winning all the time. They should give them a platinum World Cup and retire. I mean, let others play, man. Gah.
Anyway.
I'm watching Episode II on Thursday!!! YAY! Go me! I swear, I can't even watch the damn commercial because I get all excited and start jumping and shrieking all over the place. <.g> The experience is much sweeter because a local station has been broadcasting all the SW movies the last four Sundays, so all of those who want a refreshment before the movie opens on July 3 can gulp down all its geeky glory.
And no, I couldn't find opening night tickets, but it's okay, I think. I've waited too long already. What's another day? I'll be able to gloat and keep up with AOTC gossip on Friday, which, by the way, it's Independence Day here, so no work. :)
I haven't updated this in, like, forever. But you wouldn't believe how busy they're keeping me at work. I don't even have time to check my e-mail. That place's a fucking sweatshop. But they gave me a laptop, so I'm not complaining that loudly.
Oh yeah, Brazil won the World Cup this morning. I can't say I'm very excited by that, since I was rooting for Germany and Oliver Kahn because I'm so tied of Brazil winning all the time. They should give them a platinum World Cup and retire. I mean, let others play, man. Gah.
Anyway.
I'm watching Episode II on Thursday!!! YAY! Go me! I swear, I can't even watch the damn commercial because I get all excited and start jumping and shrieking all over the place. <.g> The experience is much sweeter because a local station has been broadcasting all the SW movies the last four Sundays, so all of those who want a refreshment before the movie opens on July 3 can gulp down all its geeky glory.
And no, I couldn't find opening night tickets, but it's okay, I think. I've waited too long already. What's another day? I'll be able to gloat and keep up with AOTC gossip on Friday, which, by the way, it's Independence Day here, so no work. :)
June 15, 2002
Friday Five | June 15, 2002 | Dirty Clothes Edition
1. How often do you do laundry?
Um... whenever I have to wear my granny panties? <.g>
2. What's in a typical wash load?
All my clothes, really. Whites, colors and darks.
3. Front or top loader? Powder or liquid detergent?
Top loader, with powder detergent... although I should think about switching to liquid... I'm allergic to powder detergent. But that one's better. Gah.
4. Do you use fabric softener in the rinse cycle?
Why, yes. When I remember. I like my clothes when thay artificially smell of babies.
5. Dryer or clothesline?
Clotheslie right now. Dryer died a couple months ago, and no money to buy a new one. I miss it so bad... my clothes were dry in an hour. And they were warm. And I could throw my wrinkled clothes in there and avoid the evil ironing.
I miss my dryer. ::sigh::
1. How often do you do laundry?
Um... whenever I have to wear my granny panties? <.g>
2. What's in a typical wash load?
All my clothes, really. Whites, colors and darks.
3. Front or top loader? Powder or liquid detergent?
Top loader, with powder detergent... although I should think about switching to liquid... I'm allergic to powder detergent. But that one's better. Gah.
4. Do you use fabric softener in the rinse cycle?
Why, yes. When I remember. I like my clothes when thay artificially smell of babies.
5. Dryer or clothesline?
Clotheslie right now. Dryer died a couple months ago, and no money to buy a new one. I miss it so bad... my clothes were dry in an hour. And they were warm. And I could throw my wrinkled clothes in there and avoid the evil ironing.
I miss my dryer. ::sigh::
June 12, 2002
I post, but I can't, you know, post. Switching hosts and FTP problems.
But it's okay, it'll be fixed soon. I hope.
Anyway.
1) Argentina was eliminated from the World Cup today. The pleasure this gave me can only be compared to post-orgasmic bliss. Honestly. It was about time those smug whiny bastards lost for once. And really, I have nothing against the country, which I'm sure is lovely and all, and I'm really sorry about the situation they're going through right now (God knows things are not much better here), but the football team is another story. I've loved to hate them since I have memory, like the Yankees. Especially after they cut England's pass to the quarter finals in France '98. They cheated shamelessly on that game, whining for everything so the referee handed as many yellow cards to England as he could. One of those was for David Beckham, who already had one, so that little yellow thing threw him out of the game that Argentina ended up winning. So last Friday's victory of England over them is still on tape over my VCR, and has been rewatched 4 times already. The thing is, they deserved to remember that yeah, they can lose too. Humility never hurt anyone, boys.
Which takes me to...
2) England *did* make it to round two. Spazzastic much. Yay!
3) A group of friends and I have decided we *must* go to the next World Cup, Germany 2006. We have 4 years to save enough money and go see at least one game. Of course, I insisted we had to go see England, no matter how many hooligans may be there. Of course, if we're lucky, Venezuela could make it to the WC too, so it's a given they'll be our priority team if they go. I mean, come on... it's our people there. But I still wanna see England play. <.g>
3) I have the worst crush *ever* on one of my providers. I've never seen him, but he's the sweetest thing over the phone. He's nice and special with me, and he makes me giggle. I can't picture him being anything but cute. Maybe he looks like Mick Jagger, but I really don't care. Cute. I'm a crazy teenie.
4) Our company's yearly raise SUCKED ASS.
5) It's fun to sing South Park songs to your non-English speaking coworkers. Although I do suspect they kinda realize it's bad when I sing "shut your fuckin' face, uncle fuckaaaa..."
6) Last night's Buffy was AWFUL. She was working on this fast-food joint where all signs pointed to the classical "hamburgers made of muman meat" plot. However, the real bad guy was this worm that lived inside an old lady's head and looked like a gigantic penis with teeth. I swear, that thing was The Giant, Veiny, Shoulder-Eating Cock of Death. And talking about that, Buffy keeps on avoiding Spike, but everytime they're alone, they shag like bunnies. I'm lost. Really.
Ack -- more later. I have to finish reading Bridget Jones' Diary for e-muse's (formerly known as Ascullyfic) Book Club this week.
But it's okay, it'll be fixed soon. I hope.
Anyway.
1) Argentina was eliminated from the World Cup today. The pleasure this gave me can only be compared to post-orgasmic bliss. Honestly. It was about time those smug whiny bastards lost for once. And really, I have nothing against the country, which I'm sure is lovely and all, and I'm really sorry about the situation they're going through right now (God knows things are not much better here), but the football team is another story. I've loved to hate them since I have memory, like the Yankees. Especially after they cut England's pass to the quarter finals in France '98. They cheated shamelessly on that game, whining for everything so the referee handed as many yellow cards to England as he could. One of those was for David Beckham, who already had one, so that little yellow thing threw him out of the game that Argentina ended up winning. So last Friday's victory of England over them is still on tape over my VCR, and has been rewatched 4 times already. The thing is, they deserved to remember that yeah, they can lose too. Humility never hurt anyone, boys.
Which takes me to...
2) England *did* make it to round two. Spazzastic much. Yay!
3) A group of friends and I have decided we *must* go to the next World Cup, Germany 2006. We have 4 years to save enough money and go see at least one game. Of course, I insisted we had to go see England, no matter how many hooligans may be there. Of course, if we're lucky, Venezuela could make it to the WC too, so it's a given they'll be our priority team if they go. I mean, come on... it's our people there. But I still wanna see England play. <.g>
3) I have the worst crush *ever* on one of my providers. I've never seen him, but he's the sweetest thing over the phone. He's nice and special with me, and he makes me giggle. I can't picture him being anything but cute. Maybe he looks like Mick Jagger, but I really don't care. Cute. I'm a crazy teenie.
4) Our company's yearly raise SUCKED ASS.
5) It's fun to sing South Park songs to your non-English speaking coworkers. Although I do suspect they kinda realize it's bad when I sing "shut your fuckin' face, uncle fuckaaaa..."
6) Last night's Buffy was AWFUL. She was working on this fast-food joint where all signs pointed to the classical "hamburgers made of muman meat" plot. However, the real bad guy was this worm that lived inside an old lady's head and looked like a gigantic penis with teeth. I swear, that thing was The Giant, Veiny, Shoulder-Eating Cock of Death. And talking about that, Buffy keeps on avoiding Spike, but everytime they're alone, they shag like bunnies. I'm lost. Really.
Ack -- more later. I have to finish reading Bridget Jones' Diary for e-muse's (formerly known as Ascullyfic) Book Club this week.
June 11, 2002
Some people have an incredible power over you. They hold you in their hands, small and defenseless, without knowing that witha single movement they can bring you to your knees in utter surrender. Sometimes what's more funny about this is that the person that can really, really fuck you up doesn't have a single clue. Which is an irony on itself.
All of this makes the task of telling this truth a nightmare. Vulnerable... to be or not to be?
All of this makes the task of telling this truth a nightmare. Vulnerable... to be or not to be?
June 10, 2002
Excuse me while I vent a little here.
First off -- today I found out they're moving me out from where I am to another department. Well, I was waiting that, but not necessarily for the reasons I discovered.
Well, you see, I was thisclose to be fired. Why, oh, why? Because there's a fucking bitch near me in here that loves to pass the most awful gossip she can make about me, like, I never do anything and listen to music and talking on the phone all day. If this were true, then why I'm never sitting here and am all day long into this god-awful meetings where I'm needed to do everybody's work and mine? If she can make what I do, then why doesn't SHE do it? Huh? I swear to God, I've never wished anything bad to anyone, but I hope that cunt dies a slow and painful death. That motherfucking bitch. I hate her. I. HATE. HER.
ARGH.
So yeah, since she stepped into the role of supervisor after they fired my boss, she went with these lovely reccomendations to the head honchos, who decided that yeah, well, she must be right and they should fire me then. However, it seems there was a manager from another department who wanted to keep me, so therefore I'm still employed, but "under observation." Not that they know I know, but still. I'm not going to be in Disneyland, but at least I won't have to see that bitch every morning. In fact, I might probably never see her again. I hope.
Now, the legendary part. See, the place they're moving me has been occupied by people that have left the company in the most creative ways. One by phone, one by e-mail... I think that when I leave, I'll send one of these singing messengers. Anyway.
I SO need to get out of this job. But then, I need a new one before leaving. Which is not easy when you're leaving in a country with the most awful economic recession ever.
So here I am, stuck in a place I hate with all my guts, looking for a different thing, but having no success at all. And it's not that easy going through the day when everybody tells me I'm worth a lot more than this and that I'm wasting myself here. Well, then find me a job, will ya?
It sucks so bad to be this unhappy and having to keep this poker face all day long.
The icing on the cake? He Who Must Not Be Named calls to says he misses me.
I just feel like curling up on my bed and never getting up again.
I hate that I went 5 years to college for this.
I hate not having the balls to tell everyone to fuck off.
First off -- today I found out they're moving me out from where I am to another department. Well, I was waiting that, but not necessarily for the reasons I discovered.
Well, you see, I was thisclose to be fired. Why, oh, why? Because there's a fucking bitch near me in here that loves to pass the most awful gossip she can make about me, like, I never do anything and listen to music and talking on the phone all day. If this were true, then why I'm never sitting here and am all day long into this god-awful meetings where I'm needed to do everybody's work and mine? If she can make what I do, then why doesn't SHE do it? Huh? I swear to God, I've never wished anything bad to anyone, but I hope that cunt dies a slow and painful death. That motherfucking bitch. I hate her. I. HATE. HER.
ARGH.
So yeah, since she stepped into the role of supervisor after they fired my boss, she went with these lovely reccomendations to the head honchos, who decided that yeah, well, she must be right and they should fire me then. However, it seems there was a manager from another department who wanted to keep me, so therefore I'm still employed, but "under observation." Not that they know I know, but still. I'm not going to be in Disneyland, but at least I won't have to see that bitch every morning. In fact, I might probably never see her again. I hope.
Now, the legendary part. See, the place they're moving me has been occupied by people that have left the company in the most creative ways. One by phone, one by e-mail... I think that when I leave, I'll send one of these singing messengers. Anyway.
I SO need to get out of this job. But then, I need a new one before leaving. Which is not easy when you're leaving in a country with the most awful economic recession ever.
So here I am, stuck in a place I hate with all my guts, looking for a different thing, but having no success at all. And it's not that easy going through the day when everybody tells me I'm worth a lot more than this and that I'm wasting myself here. Well, then find me a job, will ya?
It sucks so bad to be this unhappy and having to keep this poker face all day long.
The icing on the cake? He Who Must Not Be Named calls to says he misses me.
I just feel like curling up on my bed and never getting up again.
I hate that I went 5 years to college for this.
I hate not having the balls to tell everyone to fuck off.
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June 6, 2002
19
I act like I'm 19.
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Well, this is certainly an improvement. Here I thought I was like 13. Yay.
June 3, 2002
What a sexy bitch.
Oh, I forgot.
Tate told me last Friday what she did with her old underwear: she cleans the kitchen with it.
I don't know whether to be amused or grossed out. LOL.
Tate told me last Friday what she did with her old underwear: she cleans the kitchen with it.
I don't know whether to be amused or grossed out. LOL.
Sweet Almighty God, I'm so fucking tired I'm ready to collapse.
So, apart from being away most of last week because of this... intense business tour all around the country, I'm back today to barely sit on my chair. I've had meetings. And meetings. And a couple meetings. And I've had to talk to everyone on this building for some reason. I never do that.
You know what's the worst thing? I decided that I wanted to feel all glam today, so I should look kinky and tall. So I'm wearing my leather pants with the highest heels I have -- these fuck-me sandals I love. And yeah, I've been walking all day. I'm afraid the soles of my feet have merged with my shoes. I don't want to take them off, because there could be a pulp of my flesh stuck there. It's really frightening.
Tomorrow's choice of shoes: flip flops. I'll show off my black toenails without the pain.
So, apart from being away most of last week because of this... intense business tour all around the country, I'm back today to barely sit on my chair. I've had meetings. And meetings. And a couple meetings. And I've had to talk to everyone on this building for some reason. I never do that.
You know what's the worst thing? I decided that I wanted to feel all glam today, so I should look kinky and tall. So I'm wearing my leather pants with the highest heels I have -- these fuck-me sandals I love. And yeah, I've been walking all day. I'm afraid the soles of my feet have merged with my shoes. I don't want to take them off, because there could be a pulp of my flesh stuck there. It's really frightening.
Tomorrow's choice of shoes: flip flops. I'll show off my black toenails without the pain.
June 2, 2002
I've been trying to find out the e-mail password of He Who Must Not Be Named for the last half hour. Hotmail is *not* helping me.
Am I a stalker? I'm not. Am I?
Am I a stalker? I'm not. Am I?