Monday, February 28, 2005
Sunday, February 27, 2005
I've been scrolling through early photos of the Academy Awards event. I'm only vaguely interested in who won what - I want to see the gowns!
All's I can say is, thank you, fashion designers! For the most part, everyone has been beautifully gowned in classic styles, beautiful colors, and expensive jewelry that's not overwhelming. It's like a return to Golden Age Hollywood glamour. Maybe next year, we can get the hair stylists involved? Halle Berry's absolutely beautiful gown is marred by her hair, which just hangs there around her face, stringing out. Gwyneth Paltrow's got a mad case of the frizzies, and is fussing with her hair in every other photo. Renee Zellweger, in a breathtaking red gown, has her hair pulled too tightly back, and it's too dark for her pale, very round face. Natalie Portman made a good attempt at a style, but do you think the costume department will notice she's stolen a toga from the Star Wars set? I won't even go into the hair on the men. It looks like they all rolled right out of bed and straight into their tuxes. (they probably did, it's not fair!)
A few complaints, of course. If Gisele Bundchen is such a supermodel, why has she hidden her entire body in that huge bedsheet? It makes her look pregnant, and I'm pretty sure she's not, because her significant other is so significant he probably has reporters living in his refridgerator, who would know long before I'd find out. It's a shame, too. Models know how to model clothing, and how to play to the camera. All the actresses have expressions that look like they're playing dress-up. Big, cheesy, almost embarassed grins do not go well with these gowns!
And one last compliment. Drew Barrymore, I am absolutely dazzled. And I never thought I'd be dazzled by Drew Barrymore.
All's I can say is, thank you, fashion designers! For the most part, everyone has been beautifully gowned in classic styles, beautiful colors, and expensive jewelry that's not overwhelming. It's like a return to Golden Age Hollywood glamour. Maybe next year, we can get the hair stylists involved? Halle Berry's absolutely beautiful gown is marred by her hair, which just hangs there around her face, stringing out. Gwyneth Paltrow's got a mad case of the frizzies, and is fussing with her hair in every other photo. Renee Zellweger, in a breathtaking red gown, has her hair pulled too tightly back, and it's too dark for her pale, very round face. Natalie Portman made a good attempt at a style, but do you think the costume department will notice she's stolen a toga from the Star Wars set? I won't even go into the hair on the men. It looks like they all rolled right out of bed and straight into their tuxes. (they probably did, it's not fair!)
A few complaints, of course. If Gisele Bundchen is such a supermodel, why has she hidden her entire body in that huge bedsheet? It makes her look pregnant, and I'm pretty sure she's not, because her significant other is so significant he probably has reporters living in his refridgerator, who would know long before I'd find out. It's a shame, too. Models know how to model clothing, and how to play to the camera. All the actresses have expressions that look like they're playing dress-up. Big, cheesy, almost embarassed grins do not go well with these gowns!
And one last compliment. Drew Barrymore, I am absolutely dazzled. And I never thought I'd be dazzled by Drew Barrymore.
Saturday, February 26, 2005
Society of American Silversmiths - Silver Care
I had dinner at my grandmother's last night. It's fun for both of us, I think, although she seems to be under the mistaken impression that she has to bribe me to get me to come over. Not so! In spite of being homebound, she's very well read and up to date on current events, and is also an excellent storyteller.
Her current house is full of the accumulation of two households that had been very, very long established. She has been attempting to go through everything, in the little bits of free time that she has. Yesterday she took me into Nana and Gran's old den, now a guest bedroom, and showed me all the books and albums she had been pulling out of their closet. Anything I wanted, take it! Please! She also opened the closet door to show me how far she had gotten. On one shelf sat a big wooden box. Nana's old silver chest. Take a look! Did I want it? I could have it. Real silver. Prelude. No one else in the family wanted it, silver's too hard to take care of. She wanted it to stay in the family.
She remembered a maid Nana had in once a week, and how one time, Nana went to lay out the silver for a family gathering, and discovered several pieces were missing. Nana went to the maid and told her, "Now, I've discovered that there's several pieces of my silverware gone missing. I don't know what happened to them, and I'm not making any accusations, and I'm going to keep looking. However, if that silver doesn't turn up by the end of the week, I'm going to have to call the police, and they'll be questioning EVERYBODY in the house." The silver reappeared.
My grandmother should be in sales. It's very hard to resist a short, plump old lady with a twinkle in a her eye and a constant stream of chatter. I told her that if no one else wanted it, and she didn't need to sell it, I would take it when I moved out. (WHEN! yes, WHEN.) I also promised I'd look up how to clean and care for it. They're in good condition, with just a tiny blemish here and there. It appears to be a service for six.
Of course, people tell me I should only use it for special occassions. It makes me want to protest. If you're going to put that much money into something, it should last a very long time. It should be able to take everyday use. Shouldn't it? I understand their concerns. Maybe deep down, I'm a snob, and want to be able to say, yes, I use REAL silver. La de da. Or, more likely, I want to be able to say, this belonged to my great-grandmother. She grew up on a farm with six brothers and a sister, worked very hard all her life, educated herself, and finally got the things she dreamed about. (although, quite frankly, I wouldn't have dreamed about that mink stole with the heads and feet still attached.)
I had dinner at my grandmother's last night. It's fun for both of us, I think, although she seems to be under the mistaken impression that she has to bribe me to get me to come over. Not so! In spite of being homebound, she's very well read and up to date on current events, and is also an excellent storyteller.
Her current house is full of the accumulation of two households that had been very, very long established. She has been attempting to go through everything, in the little bits of free time that she has. Yesterday she took me into Nana and Gran's old den, now a guest bedroom, and showed me all the books and albums she had been pulling out of their closet. Anything I wanted, take it! Please! She also opened the closet door to show me how far she had gotten. On one shelf sat a big wooden box. Nana's old silver chest. Take a look! Did I want it? I could have it. Real silver. Prelude. No one else in the family wanted it, silver's too hard to take care of. She wanted it to stay in the family.
She remembered a maid Nana had in once a week, and how one time, Nana went to lay out the silver for a family gathering, and discovered several pieces were missing. Nana went to the maid and told her, "Now, I've discovered that there's several pieces of my silverware gone missing. I don't know what happened to them, and I'm not making any accusations, and I'm going to keep looking. However, if that silver doesn't turn up by the end of the week, I'm going to have to call the police, and they'll be questioning EVERYBODY in the house." The silver reappeared.
My grandmother should be in sales. It's very hard to resist a short, plump old lady with a twinkle in a her eye and a constant stream of chatter. I told her that if no one else wanted it, and she didn't need to sell it, I would take it when I moved out. (WHEN! yes, WHEN.) I also promised I'd look up how to clean and care for it. They're in good condition, with just a tiny blemish here and there. It appears to be a service for six.
Of course, people tell me I should only use it for special occassions. It makes me want to protest. If you're going to put that much money into something, it should last a very long time. It should be able to take everyday use. Shouldn't it? I understand their concerns. Maybe deep down, I'm a snob, and want to be able to say, yes, I use REAL silver. La de da. Or, more likely, I want to be able to say, this belonged to my great-grandmother. She grew up on a farm with six brothers and a sister, worked very hard all her life, educated herself, and finally got the things she dreamed about. (although, quite frankly, I wouldn't have dreamed about that mink stole with the heads and feet still attached.)
Friday, February 25, 2005
I've been watching too many organizational shows. Today I decided to go through my jewelry box and get rid of all the stuff that was broken or I no longer wore.
I discovered that my jewelry box is a mini black hole. Besides the normal necklaces, earrings, rings and pins, I found hair clips, pins and sticks, perfume, car touchup paint, teeth, keychains, photos, buttons, bookmarks, tiny cases, miniatures, box cutters and little round stones with smily faces drawn on them.
I also discovered that I must have once been a hippie. I have a rather large amount of native american influenced necklaces! I haven't touched them in years, and it shows. I may keep only the owl necklace, and I'm really struggling with the badger claw earrings. When I had hair, I wore all sorts of dangly jewelry, but now that it's all gone, I just look silly in them. Most of them are now in the Out box, but it's really hard to part with those badger claws.
I find it rather amazing that one's tastes can change so much in such a short time. Yes, I would probably briefly admire them in a store now, but I certainly wouldn't buy them.
And why do I feel so guilty about getting rid of jewelry? Is it their expense? The possibility that since I rarely buy jewelry for myself, most of these must have been gifts, and I shouldn't get rid of gifts?
Tough. I will ignore my guilty conscience. They're not going back in the jewelry box.
Now I can buy more jewelry.
I discovered that my jewelry box is a mini black hole. Besides the normal necklaces, earrings, rings and pins, I found hair clips, pins and sticks, perfume, car touchup paint, teeth, keychains, photos, buttons, bookmarks, tiny cases, miniatures, box cutters and little round stones with smily faces drawn on them.
I also discovered that I must have once been a hippie. I have a rather large amount of native american influenced necklaces! I haven't touched them in years, and it shows. I may keep only the owl necklace, and I'm really struggling with the badger claw earrings. When I had hair, I wore all sorts of dangly jewelry, but now that it's all gone, I just look silly in them. Most of them are now in the Out box, but it's really hard to part with those badger claws.
I find it rather amazing that one's tastes can change so much in such a short time. Yes, I would probably briefly admire them in a store now, but I certainly wouldn't buy them.
And why do I feel so guilty about getting rid of jewelry? Is it their expense? The possibility that since I rarely buy jewelry for myself, most of these must have been gifts, and I shouldn't get rid of gifts?
Tough. I will ignore my guilty conscience. They're not going back in the jewelry box.
Now I can buy more jewelry.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
One of last night's dreams concerned me shooting myself repeatedly in the head. I'd shoot the left side, then switch to the right side, then try a shot or two in the face, just above the eye, then I'd go back to the left side. The bullets either did nothing or oozed back out. I appeared to be testing. Was it fatal if I shot here? How about here? Or here?
I appear to be immortal. Or undead. I definitely have some issues I need to work out.
At least I'm not shooting anybody else yet.
I appear to be immortal. Or undead. I definitely have some issues I need to work out.
At least I'm not shooting anybody else yet.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
I will not bitch about my job. I will not bitch about my job. I will not whythehellcan'tanybodycheckuponmywork?Dotheyexpectmetodoeverything
exactlyrighteverytime?IamNOTamachine,stoptreatingmelikeone! about my job.
exactlyrighteverytime?IamNOTamachine,stoptreatingmelikeone! about my job.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Did I mention the really annoying irritating distracting stitch the doctor looped around one of my teeth? Well, I broke it! So now I have a really annoying irritating distracting loose piece of some sort of thick thread stuck between my teeth! I can't find the other end, so I'm afraid to pull it, and I can't seem to find anything small enough and sharp enough to trim it down. I've managed to work most of it to the front part of my teeth, but it will take some maneuvering to get it around my braces.
Ick. argh.
Ick. argh.
Distraction of the Day: Etiquette Hell.com
Friday, February 18, 2005
We have . . . light!
The walls are up, the wall plugs are installed and most are wired, and the ceiling lights are in the ceiling. Dad's really been working hard. Funny how much more cooperative he became once he realized how serious we were about finishing the basement. He borrowed my brother-in-law to wire the new wires into the circuit board. I have no idea what happened or when, but by the end of the day, there's circuits melting, strange electrical noises, and both of them want an electrician there. Turns out the whole thing was dying, and they had to replace the whole board. While the electrican was there he went ahead and did the new wires. Way to get out of a job, Dad! ;-)
I'm feeling SOO much better these past two days. The little thingy covering the spot on the roof of my mouth fell off yesterday evening, so there's no longer a rough patch - all smooth! The periodontist looked at it this morning and said everything was going nicely and gave me a very, very soft bristle brush to use on my lower front teeth. That now makes four different types of brushes in my collection. One more appointment, and hopefully I'll never have to visit a periodontist again.
The walls are up, the wall plugs are installed and most are wired, and the ceiling lights are in the ceiling. Dad's really been working hard. Funny how much more cooperative he became once he realized how serious we were about finishing the basement. He borrowed my brother-in-law to wire the new wires into the circuit board. I have no idea what happened or when, but by the end of the day, there's circuits melting, strange electrical noises, and both of them want an electrician there. Turns out the whole thing was dying, and they had to replace the whole board. While the electrican was there he went ahead and did the new wires. Way to get out of a job, Dad! ;-)
I'm feeling SOO much better these past two days. The little thingy covering the spot on the roof of my mouth fell off yesterday evening, so there's no longer a rough patch - all smooth! The periodontist looked at it this morning and said everything was going nicely and gave me a very, very soft bristle brush to use on my lower front teeth. That now makes four different types of brushes in my collection. One more appointment, and hopefully I'll never have to visit a periodontist again.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Ha-HA! I finally found it!
Watch the Cherry Vanilla Dr Pepper ad here:
IFILM - Viral Videos Channel (scroll down the list on the left to 'Dr. Pepper Mahna Mahna')
That's the nice thing about the Internet. Eventually, you will find it. That's also the bad thing about the Internet.
Watch the Cherry Vanilla Dr Pepper ad here:
IFILM - Viral Videos Channel (scroll down the list on the left to 'Dr. Pepper Mahna Mahna')
That's the nice thing about the Internet. Eventually, you will find it. That's also the bad thing about the Internet.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Back to work. Not a pleasant day. I feel like I've got a bag over my head. Oh? I'm awake? It's hard to tell. I think maybe it's the warm weather? I went around all day with a foggy headache all day at work, my ears were ringing by the time I got home. I wish I could eat normally, and I wish I could sleep at night without waking up every hour desparate for water. I've switched to bottles of Gatorade, and it helps, thankfully. My mouth has always healed well, so I'm trying to be patient. This too shall pass, right?
I broke down last night and took one of the prescribed painkillers. It was just throbbing. For some reason, the pain never came back. I keep testing it. How far can I move my lower lip to the left? The right? Will it hurt if I pull it forward and look at the stitches? There's less black blob and more white blob now. People keep asking me if 'the paper's fallen off yet.' I don't know! I could never tell what was paper, what was skin, what's supposed to be there, what's not. I'm trying not to mess with it too much. At the very least I'd like to be able to talk without sounding funny because I'm not moving half my mouth.
Overdramatic? Paranoid? Probably.
Fine then. Ick!
I broke down last night and took one of the prescribed painkillers. It was just throbbing. For some reason, the pain never came back. I keep testing it. How far can I move my lower lip to the left? The right? Will it hurt if I pull it forward and look at the stitches? There's less black blob and more white blob now. People keep asking me if 'the paper's fallen off yet.' I don't know! I could never tell what was paper, what was skin, what's supposed to be there, what's not. I'm trying not to mess with it too much. At the very least I'd like to be able to talk without sounding funny because I'm not moving half my mouth.
Overdramatic? Paranoid? Probably.
Fine then. Ick!
Sunday, February 13, 2005
I know it's coming. You know it's coming. Here's my yearly un-Valentine web site posting.
Heartless Bitches International - "Deal with it!" Rants
At least there's a limitation on the things you're 'supposed' to buy. Christmas, buy everything! Valentines - stick to flowers, chocolates and expensive jewelry. Who came up with this rule? Flowers die - the ones I bought for my mother dropped dead the next day. I was mad, they were so pretty when I brought them home. Of course, I should have waited til closer to the 14th, but wasn't sure if I'd be able to go out over the weekend.
Chocolate - how many people give up chocolate for Lent? Hmmm? Or are on a diet? The timing's bad.
Expensive jewelry - it's, well expensive. And jewelry is such a personal item, at least to me.
And all of these gifts are meant for women. Rather hard for them to reciprocate, unless the holiday is intended for guys to make up forgetting anniversaries, birthdays, and that vacuum cleaner they gave you for Christmas . . .
Heartless Bitches International - "Deal with it!" Rants
At least there's a limitation on the things you're 'supposed' to buy. Christmas, buy everything! Valentines - stick to flowers, chocolates and expensive jewelry. Who came up with this rule? Flowers die - the ones I bought for my mother dropped dead the next day. I was mad, they were so pretty when I brought them home. Of course, I should have waited til closer to the 14th, but wasn't sure if I'd be able to go out over the weekend.
Chocolate - how many people give up chocolate for Lent? Hmmm? Or are on a diet? The timing's bad.
Expensive jewelry - it's, well expensive. And jewelry is such a personal item, at least to me.
And all of these gifts are meant for women. Rather hard for them to reciprocate, unless the holiday is intended for guys to make up forgetting anniversaries, birthdays, and that vacuum cleaner they gave you for Christmas . . .
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Friday, February 11, 2005
And I'm back from a successful Gum Graft surgery!
Yesterday was a long, goofy day, most of which I spent asleep, either chemically induced or naturally zonked. The periodontist did things a little differently than the oral surgeon for the anesthesia. I got a white fuzzy blanket and big, construction type sunglasses to wear, to protect my eyes from the light in case I woke up.) This time I remember being moved from one room to another, being given an ice pack, and also having a vivid memory of seeing double. I also remember commenting on lack of a free wheelchair ride out of the building, and the receptionist laughing. A glance at the clock in the car showed I had been there for two and a half hours, I saw twice the amount of traffic on the road than was actually there, then I was home and happily in bed. I stayed there for most of the day, as every time I sat up I just felt . . . wobbly. That's not the right word, nor is breezy. Kind of like I have to make more of an effort to move, and I had better move slowly because I'm just not quite sure exactly where that piece of furniture is. Underwater dreamy. Wheee.
When I started feeling more normal I started wondering about my mouth. I felt a rough patch on the left side, and a strange line on the back of one of my teeth. I finally worked up the nerve to find a mirror and look. Don't worry, I didn't take pictures this time. Apparently the doctor used cellulose as a covering, it will dissolve in a few days, along with the stitches. There is, indeed, a long red rectangle on the roof of my mouth, near the left side. I was surprised at the length, about least an inch long and a almost a quarter of an inch wide. It doesn't hurt or sting. I had a harder time seeing what was on the bottom front of my teeth, as it hurt to move my lip any particular distance. It just looks like a nasty dark blob. I can sort of get the idea of where the skin will go once it takes hold. He seems to have covered my two front bottom teeth, which is a relief, as I was beginning to get a bit paranoid about the tooth next to it. This part pains me if I move it too much. It's no worse than the pain from my braces. Advil is more than adequate to take care of it.
They gave me a prescription for Vicodin and some sort of mouth rinse. The rinse came in this big brown bottle, warning me about a bitter taste, a possible change in my taste buds, and staining of the teeth. I opened the bottle, wondering what kind of vile concoction was inside. Out came this pale blue watery stuff, looking and tasting like a watered down regular mouth rinse. It had a minty flavor. Listerine is stronger than this stuff!
The Vicodin seems like such a waste. I haven't needed it so far, and I don't believe I will. If I were to take it, I'd return to the loopy, dazed, indifferent state I was in right after the surgery.
On second thought, that was rather interesting . . . *cough*
Now to see how it heals. I go back for a follow-up on Friday. Then I start paying the bills.
Yesterday was a long, goofy day, most of which I spent asleep, either chemically induced or naturally zonked. The periodontist did things a little differently than the oral surgeon for the anesthesia. I got a white fuzzy blanket and big, construction type sunglasses to wear, to protect my eyes from the light in case I woke up.) This time I remember being moved from one room to another, being given an ice pack, and also having a vivid memory of seeing double. I also remember commenting on lack of a free wheelchair ride out of the building, and the receptionist laughing. A glance at the clock in the car showed I had been there for two and a half hours, I saw twice the amount of traffic on the road than was actually there, then I was home and happily in bed. I stayed there for most of the day, as every time I sat up I just felt . . . wobbly. That's not the right word, nor is breezy. Kind of like I have to make more of an effort to move, and I had better move slowly because I'm just not quite sure exactly where that piece of furniture is. Underwater dreamy. Wheee.
When I started feeling more normal I started wondering about my mouth. I felt a rough patch on the left side, and a strange line on the back of one of my teeth. I finally worked up the nerve to find a mirror and look. Don't worry, I didn't take pictures this time. Apparently the doctor used cellulose as a covering, it will dissolve in a few days, along with the stitches. There is, indeed, a long red rectangle on the roof of my mouth, near the left side. I was surprised at the length, about least an inch long and a almost a quarter of an inch wide. It doesn't hurt or sting. I had a harder time seeing what was on the bottom front of my teeth, as it hurt to move my lip any particular distance. It just looks like a nasty dark blob. I can sort of get the idea of where the skin will go once it takes hold. He seems to have covered my two front bottom teeth, which is a relief, as I was beginning to get a bit paranoid about the tooth next to it. This part pains me if I move it too much. It's no worse than the pain from my braces. Advil is more than adequate to take care of it.
They gave me a prescription for Vicodin and some sort of mouth rinse. The rinse came in this big brown bottle, warning me about a bitter taste, a possible change in my taste buds, and staining of the teeth. I opened the bottle, wondering what kind of vile concoction was inside. Out came this pale blue watery stuff, looking and tasting like a watered down regular mouth rinse. It had a minty flavor. Listerine is stronger than this stuff!
The Vicodin seems like such a waste. I haven't needed it so far, and I don't believe I will. If I were to take it, I'd return to the loopy, dazed, indifferent state I was in right after the surgery.
On second thought, that was rather interesting . . . *cough*
Now to see how it heals. I go back for a follow-up on Friday. Then I start paying the bills.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Not looking forward to tomorrow. Hopefully I won't remember most of it. I'm well prepared to do nothing important afterward - I have a Stargate DVD and a Patrick O'Brian novel, so I'll be well entertained. People keep telling me it's nothing at all, but I still think it's just really gross. I'm keeping a wary eye on the tooth next to it, as it looks like it's starting to do the same thing.
Time to buff up the old credit card! Why is it that every year my federal refund pays for dental work? Last year it went towards removing two teeth, this year, moving gum around.
Ick!
Time to buff up the old credit card! Why is it that every year my federal refund pays for dental work? Last year it went towards removing two teeth, this year, moving gum around.
Ick!
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
There's now Cherry Vanilla Dr Pepper. I saw a great ad for it the other day, been trying without success to find it online. It features the Mahna-Mahna Muppet song (doo do doo doooo!) and the way it was incorporated into the ad is just hysterical. Well, I liked it, anyway!
I'm still trying to decide if I want to taste it. I've made and liked the taste of Cherry Vanilla Coke, but Dr Pepper? I hardly ever drink it. If I find it, I'll try it. It's a bit goofy for them to combine all these 'flavors,' but I suppose, if it sells, do it! Soon we'll be getting Cherry-Vanilla-Berry-Banana-Mint-Diet-Caffiene Free Coca-Pepsi Slurpees.
Sounds like someone's been playing with the drink dispensers again.
I'm still trying to decide if I want to taste it. I've made and liked the taste of Cherry Vanilla Coke, but Dr Pepper? I hardly ever drink it. If I find it, I'll try it. It's a bit goofy for them to combine all these 'flavors,' but I suppose, if it sells, do it! Soon we'll be getting Cherry-Vanilla-Berry-Banana-Mint-Diet-Caffiene Free Coca-Pepsi Slurpees.
Sounds like someone's been playing with the drink dispensers again.
Monday, February 07, 2005
Should I be concerned? My orthodontist looks at my teeth and says, "Oh! There's an improvement!" Did she not expect one? Should this suprise her? I suppose I shouldn't be too concerned, as there IS an improvement. My back teeth are hitting on both sides now. Feels a little weird, but will be interesting once I'm able to chew on both sides. Do people normally favore one side or the other for chewing? I've always used the left side of my mouth - obviously because the right didn't meet. It's a weird question I don't think I'll be asking.
My teeth hurt. Thought I'd share. Hopefully they'll stop by tomorrow. I'll probably be hiding in the basement anyway, to try to escape the awful construction noise coming from across the street.
My teeth hurt. Thought I'd share. Hopefully they'll stop by tomorrow. I'll probably be hiding in the basement anyway, to try to escape the awful construction noise coming from across the street.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
Thought One - Superbowl Sunday!
Thought Two - Superbowl Sales!
Thought Three - Fair Oaks Mall!
Bought Lots!
All you overweight people out there - stay overweight. You'll have a much easier time finding clothes. Once more I had to venture into the juniors sections, where I was fortunate to find an absolutely beautiful lavender suit. I also found a pink blazer and another pair of black pants. And two wonderful necklaces. I didn't pay full price on ANYTHING - it was great. Except, of course, these colors don't really go with the new shoes. Which means more shopping. It's not easy, but I'm glad to be able to get what I did - it's nice to have new clothes that fit! Makes future interviews that much closer . . .
Thought Two - Superbowl Sales!
Thought Three - Fair Oaks Mall!
Bought Lots!
All you overweight people out there - stay overweight. You'll have a much easier time finding clothes. Once more I had to venture into the juniors sections, where I was fortunate to find an absolutely beautiful lavender suit. I also found a pink blazer and another pair of black pants. And two wonderful necklaces. I didn't pay full price on ANYTHING - it was great. Except, of course, these colors don't really go with the new shoes. Which means more shopping. It's not easy, but I'm glad to be able to get what I did - it's nice to have new clothes that fit! Makes future interviews that much closer . . .
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Friday, February 04, 2005
At the beginning of the year, I read back through what I had posted at throughout 2004, and saw the whole thing degenerate into a sorrowful pile of whiny rants and sobs. So I decided I would only post positive things, or good/interesting things that I experienced. The amount of posts have dropped significantly. I suppose that's not a bad thing. I discovered that the previous blog format was creating a separate page for each post, and my server storage was just filling up with tiny html files. So I've switched back to the old format, and did some general cleaning up of the whole site.
I wish I had more good things to post. The only good thing that happened for this week was that I ditched work one day and went shopping. I bought three pairs of shoes that actually fit me. And a sweater and a beautiful shirt in an unusual style. All of this involved minimal interaction with other people, which is pretty much my life. I can't even get co-workers to have lunch with me, even when I offer to pay. C'mon now, am I that terrible a person? Is turning down a free meal a better option than spending a short hour of time with me? Yes, well, sure, I'm just an employee. (and not for much longer at that.)
At least I saw them long enough to give them their Christmas gifts. I have several others sitting here still, because my so called friends won't return my phone calls and/or are getting quite good at avoiding me. I must be such an evil person to have generated this universal hatred of me. I'm not nagging, or critical, or vicious and rude, or high maintenance. I don't lie, and I only ask that others don't lie to me. It's one of the few things that infuriates me. There is absolutely NO reason to not tell me the truth. If I've offended or hurt someone, I want to correct the problem. I'm not a cruel person, nor do I want to be.
And here you see why I plan to only post positive things. It's a bit harder than I thought.
I wish I had more good things to post. The only good thing that happened for this week was that I ditched work one day and went shopping. I bought three pairs of shoes that actually fit me. And a sweater and a beautiful shirt in an unusual style. All of this involved minimal interaction with other people, which is pretty much my life. I can't even get co-workers to have lunch with me, even when I offer to pay. C'mon now, am I that terrible a person? Is turning down a free meal a better option than spending a short hour of time with me? Yes, well, sure, I'm just an employee. (and not for much longer at that.)
At least I saw them long enough to give them their Christmas gifts. I have several others sitting here still, because my so called friends won't return my phone calls and/or are getting quite good at avoiding me. I must be such an evil person to have generated this universal hatred of me. I'm not nagging, or critical, or vicious and rude, or high maintenance. I don't lie, and I only ask that others don't lie to me. It's one of the few things that infuriates me. There is absolutely NO reason to not tell me the truth. If I've offended or hurt someone, I want to correct the problem. I'm not a cruel person, nor do I want to be.
And here you see why I plan to only post positive things. It's a bit harder than I thought.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
A few Days Off
I decided that I needed a few days off and realized that I had run out of vacation time already. I figured the best way to get the Boss to send me home was to act a little crazy, thinking he'd think I was burning out and give me some time off.
I came in to work early the next day and began hanging upside down from the ceiling. Just then one of my coworkers (she's blonde-it'll be important later) came in and asked me what I was doing.
"Shh," I said, "I'm acting crazy to get a few days off. I'm a light bulb."
A second later the Boss walked by and asked me what I was doing.
"I'm a light bulb!" I exclaimed.
"You're going crazy," he said. "Take a few days off."
With that, I jumped down and started walking out.
My blonde coworker started following me and the Boss asked where she was going.
"I can't work in the dark," she said.
(....and Who was it that said Blondes are dumb???)
(blatantly stolen from Dave Barry's Blog)
I decided that I needed a few days off and realized that I had run out of vacation time already. I figured the best way to get the Boss to send me home was to act a little crazy, thinking he'd think I was burning out and give me some time off.
I came in to work early the next day and began hanging upside down from the ceiling. Just then one of my coworkers (she's blonde-it'll be important later) came in and asked me what I was doing.
"Shh," I said, "I'm acting crazy to get a few days off. I'm a light bulb."
A second later the Boss walked by and asked me what I was doing.
"I'm a light bulb!" I exclaimed.
"You're going crazy," he said. "Take a few days off."
With that, I jumped down and started walking out.
My blonde coworker started following me and the Boss asked where she was going.
"I can't work in the dark," she said.
(....and Who was it that said Blondes are dumb???)
(blatantly stolen from Dave Barry's Blog)
