Thursday, July 31, 2003
I think it's the running, I mean... walking.
Yep. Fresh Air and exercise are evil. I haven't felt this nasty for this long in... forever. Seems like every day I wake up with a bit of a tummyache. :( What does an ulcer feel like? Because the last time I thought I had one, it turned out to be gas... or something. I don't remember; I was too interested in the mechanics of the ultrasound they were doing on me to pay attention.
Seems like life sucks and work sucks for a lot of people. *Sigh*
It's depressing me, and scaring me at the same time. I don't like worrying; I don't like the anxiety; I don't like feeling numb and tingly all over and like my heart is in permanent constriction. (Hmm. Heart attack, you think?) And the stress, and the lies, and the miscommunications, and the backstabbing with a smile... Conflict makes me want to puke. Instability makes me want to hide.
Case in point: Work has been downsizing lately because it's important for them to be in double-digit growth. Nevermind that the numbers are close. Last week, rumors became fact when 25% of a certain business unit were let go. A very good friend of mine who is in another business unit - a department I would have seriously considered applying for if I were ready for a fulltime job right now - was promised that he'd be safe and that they were going to lay off people closer to retirement if their unit got the call to take a couple for the entire team. His bosses promised him this; higher management promised him this; over and over and over. (Apparently, they've been saying this to everyone in the unit. The bastards! Hmph!) Friend just got married, has baby on its way, and will be celebrating his one year anniversary at work next month. He didn't entirely believe the promises, but what could he do? He's the hardest worker in that unit. I know, because whenever I walk through that department, there's always a good number of people sleeping in their cubicles.
And when word came down two days ago, in the tumult of "refocusing our resources," guess who was the very first name on that list? Yep. Friend was so upset, I didn't find out until this morning because I couldn't find him yesterday. And in a private conversation with his bosses, apparently nothing was assured, nothing was promised, and oh... it turns out that he's a really good worker but just not focused enough. Only, not in so many words. Dude. Man practically lives here. And one of the people who was supposedly getting the boot but didn't? A guy who's planning on retiring in a few months, made public that he was willing to do it earlier, changed his mind, and just happens to be a really good acquaintance of the incoming VP. What stinks even more is that they still expect him to come in for another month. How does someone concentrate at work when they know they've already been let go? (And what about ME?? Who will I hang out with at work so I don't feel like banging my head against the wall whenever I'm here? Doesn't anyone think of me?!? Dammit. I mean, sucks for the friend, but he's 24. He's young. Okay... no, it really really really does suck for him. Like a lot.) Sure they're telling all the unlucky ones to wrap up their stuff quickly and to use the career center resources to find other jobs, which is sorta thoughtful, but still...
Supposedly, even though there's a hiring freeze, there is one opening for a college hire in my department. Unlike the friend's, this unit is a shared service with other units and isn't expected to turn a profit by itself, so stability is a little better here. But it would mean graduating like... Right. Now. And now I'm not even sure if I want to stick around here, or even do research. I'm so confused, and it's not adding to this week's stress.
Corporate America sucks. Which is why I don't have the nerve to graduate from school. Who wants to step hip deep into that pile of doodoo?
Maybe I need a new line of work. Does anyone need a secretary? I'm great at filing, I type over 100 wpm, and I can learn to make coffee (or I could just run to Starbucks). Plus, I'll be the most overqualified secretary ever. How cool would that be? Hmm... no? Okay. How about window washer? No, wait. Afraid of heights. Phone sex operator? Uh... no, I'd be giggling all the time. Grrrrrr. Where's my uber-rich husband to sweep me off my feet, dammit!
And just because I don't say it enough: I lurve all of you guys. Even when I bitch and moan at you, or ignore you. Really, I do. But then... I'm in that kind of weird mood today. Hell, I admitted New Kid love last night. *shudder* Must go take pills....
|| posted by Pooh at 10:45 AM ... ||
Wednesday, July 30, 2003
Will today just end already? And not just today, but this week?
Been so distracted lately that it took me until 4 PM today to realize that the reason why my pinky was still throbbing like a mofo was because I had put the bandage on too tightly. Ohh... so that's why there was no circulation there. Duh. And then, I was wearing pants with no belt loops and only one tiny pocket (according to Thing 2's definition, technically not slut pants)... almost lost my security badge in the toilet because there was no place to clip it and it fell. On the ground, okay? Yeesh. Because if I had gotten a hole in one, I would have been so out of there, back in the car, driven home, and just crawled right back into bed.
Ugh.
The pinky's still killing me when I type. So extra short blog. Yeah, shocking, I know.
PoohRents and PoohBro are on their way to the Grand Canyon tomorrow. Lucky. I need to get out of Jersey. Hmm. LA in September? Right, Grace? LOL.
And this is for Meg, who made a rather snarky comment regarding my less than stellar punctuation/grammar in today's email and my inability to type a certain word when I'm at work: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. FUCK!! Better, babe?
Just finished the 7th ep of Band of Brothers. Dude. This series is just... gah. Speirs? LMFAO. What the hell? Holy crap. And I think I'm in love with Donnie Wahlberg. *snicker* Never thought I'd EVER say that.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:03 PM ... ||
So....
LMAO at everyone who crawled into bed with me. Mmm... cozy... ;)
Yeah, it's been a sucky couple of days. Pooh just feeling listless and stressed out and getting yucky tummyaches or possibly ulcer-like sensations. All exacerbated by things I can't control, which sucks even more because deep down I'm a bit of a control freak. Blah. That isolated cabin up in the mountains is starting to sound better and better, because it's not good to constantly worry about school and work and other people. And I'm always worrying about those things. :(
It may be a good quality, but Empathy sucks. So we need to start making things about me. Because really... what's more important, right? Heh. Just kidding.
The pisser at work is just frelling me up every which way. He took a sample program and just modified it to the program we have now. Only he's not quite sure what he did, and he doesn't remember what all the little parts to it are supposed to do. My job is to modifiy it even more so it moves a connected motor in a closed loop system. And... I did mention before that this is the first time I'm really using this program, right? Well, pisser takes the breakout control box for the motor because he needs to do something with it for some other group, and I haven't seen it or him the past two days. Gee, thanks. I can't mess around with the program if I can't play with the motor to make sure I'm doing it right. Sadly, pisser is a grad student in my school department so I can't totally bitch at him. And because I've been so emotionally exhausted the past few days, I can't even manage to sit still long enough to force myself to stare at the stupid program.
But at least I'm finally getting some of that Fresh Air everyone keeps telling me about. Day 2 of the Pooh Gets Her Blubber Abs in Gear ended up with me walking about 1.5 miles around the track. Six laps, baby. And um... that was it. I'm perfectly aware that in order to achieve that svelte model look I'm going to need... about 6 inches added to my height and to actually, oh I don't know... run a few laps. Maybe. Or something like that. But woke up with the right heel killing me and the left calf sore. Ugh. However! I thought I saw a hint of waist in the mirror at work. Then again, they keep the thermostat set at absolute zero in the ladies, so it could have been brainfreeze making me delusional.
Just to top off this week that won't end... I jammed my left pinky against a door before I went to the track last night. Might have pulled the nail from the finger because it was bleeding. And now it hurts and throbs on the left side like a mofo, and typing is hell because that's where you apply pressure. Who knew that pinky was so damn important? Anywho, this entry was a bitch to type so I hope you all appreciate the pain I put myself through just to update this depressing thing.
So to end on a happy note, I just want to make a few short comments about last night's 'MI-5'.
1. Tom being all domestic in boxers and jeans (not to mention the crying at the end). That's what I'm all about. When (well, if) I ever grow up and get married, I want him for a husband.
2. Just in case it wasn't clear, Tom was a hottie last night. Don't blame Helen for making a play, because, dude, if my boss looked like that, I would have done it too and said fuck the job. Well, actually... it would be doing just that, hmm? Wish we could have seen that deleted scene with the WashingDishes!Tom, because men washing dishes... sexy as hell.
3. The death and the end... whoa. Thank goodness for cable TV. Not sure if that would have made it on network.
4. I'm in the mood for French fries now. (uhh, okay, sick sick sick)
In conclusion...
I'm feeling a little better, a little less stressed, a little less worried. I hope Everyone is, too. Pooh hates when there's Gonads and Strife in the world. *crawls back into IdealizedUtopianPeacefulHole because the CynicalSnarkyBitch routine isn't bringing the happy today*
PS. New blogger interface is crappier than the other version. Bleh. HUH. That was strange. The interface went back to normal. Nope. Back to crappy new interface again. Make up your mind, dammit!
Great. Now Blogger's screwing with me, too. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 9:41 AM ... ||
Tuesday, July 29, 2003
I hate feeling crappy. I started off feeling kinda okay, but right now I'm feeling crappy and gross and yucky. And I'm not even quite sure why. (No, it's not because of the PMS. *checks, just in case* No, definitely not.)
Oh, I know why. It's partly because of Thing 1 acting all high and mighty; and the PoohRents continually nagging at me as if I just don't get it (which I do, really, I do, and I end up pissing myself off because we all know it); and the PoohBro acting all spoiled just because he's the only boy in the family; and the punkass guy at work who says he'll help me but hasn't lifted a finger yet; and the future roomie who went out of town for a month and told me to take care of everything; and the general fright and insecurity about Work and School and The Future, and things I don't talk about that I've compartmentalized but still manage to eat away at me because I worry too much; and... other stuff -- sucky stuff. When it rains, it pours. :(
So I'm going to crawl under the covers now. Someone wake me up when there's world peace. Or for the Alias premiere. Whatever comes first. I've lost all feeling in my right arm right now, so if you really need me, use the email. I'll be checking... occasionally.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:40 AM ... ||
Monday, July 28, 2003
Quick add:
Just got an email from the awfully nice caz, webmistress of Matthew Macfadyen Online. Was worried I was going to get it for unabashedly, um... borrowing... her pics. LOL. So in return, if you haven't been there yet, Go. Now. And if you have been there already, Go Again. Because, seriously... if you're not there, staring at him... um, what was I about to say? Oh, right. If you're not there, drooling over him, then what the heck are you doing with your life? Hee.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:25 PM ... ||
Worship me.
I finally got my lazy ass up and running. Well, okay... the frozen mocha and cheesecake kinda fueled it, too, but let's not think about that. Put on my new short shorts (and decided that there was too much leg, so slipped on track pants, too, but let's also ignore my crappy self-esteem over the body). Got my ass up to the high school track (where I saw my old band teacher, but we didn't recognize each other so that's all cool). Decided to walk two laps for warm up and then start running. But as soon as I hit that second lap, everyone and their mother and grandmother showed up.
So I kept walking. No way in hell I'm going to start running in front of the entire township. Besides, I forgot my watch so I had to carry the cell in my pocket for the time, my keys, and my MP3 player. You can't honestly expect me to run when I've got things jiggling around in my pants, can you? (Wait... that sounds wrong.)
Instead, I ended up walking over 2 miles. Two very brisk miles. That's 9 laps around the track, buddy. In the end, my feet felt like dead weight, and now I know why power walkers always swing their arms funny. Dude. The blood pools and your arms get really sore if you don't. Sigh. Anyways, I ended up trailing these three guys who looked like malformed wrestlers or really demented football players. Not a pretty sight from the back so of course, I didn't objectify them or stare at their asses. Nope. That would be wrong. Besides... I did say that it wasn't a pretty sight, right? Just checking. (For the record, no man's ass can melt Pooh's heart. She's an eyes and arms gal. Speaking of eyes... Matthew's got great eyes. And so does my new mantoy, Damian Lewis from Band of Brothers. Yum. BTW, Meggy, I saw Eion. Mmmmm. Oh, right... will not objectify men... after tomorrow.)
Definitely tomorrow Pooh's going to run.... one lap. At least. Heh. I don't have time to dawdle tomorrow anyway. It's Tom Night. Mmm. MI-5. Best spy show ever. And One says that there's a really cute WashingDishesTom scene, that I must see, because you know... Tom being domestic. *THUD* Unfortunately, it's a deleted scene, so that makes my need to get a regionfree DVD player even more of an emergency. *bumps DVD player above digital camera and apartment furnishings*
Ugh. Who knew walking could make you so sore? I need a massage now. Deep tissue and provided by a ManMeat. *looks around, waits for volunteer*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:08 PM ... ||
You know... there's nothing like a hot, sexy man (*objectify, objectify, objectify*) to make you feel all better. Was mucho pissy last night, still thinking about that all out ranty chat from the other day. And then Thing 2 popped in my Moulin Rouge tape (hey, sometimes she's not so bad), and made me feel ALL better. Mmmm. Hot, sexy, angsty Ewan. Singing! To me! And no... I'm not thinking about him in terms of a ManMeatSexToy because I appreciate that he has a really big, I mean, a lot of... talent.
Left work early today because I can. And because none of the bosses were around. And also because I was totally freaked out today. I've got way too much hair. I think having it halfway down my back is a good time to stop and start the cycle again, and I'm seriously thinking about getting it cut. Took the long way back to the lab from lunch, which meant walking outside. And somehow, managed to get some kind of bug or something tangled in my hair. When I wear it in a ponytail, I feel nothing. There could be nests in there, and I'd never know it. Bleh. The bug buzzed. Pooh screamed (in the lab) and gave her head a hard swipe with the hand. And didn't think any more of it. Until there was this really unusual pricking sensation on my neck. And then all over. And when I went to scratch it, felt... something. Eeeew. Commence more screaming. And searching the body. Dude. I'm totally not embarrassed to say it, only because I'm a storyteller and I need the longwinded details. But... the damn thing ended up in my bra.
Ugh.
Uuuuggggghhhhhh. Cue even more screaming. Thankfully, I was alone in the lab the entire time. THANK GOD. Because by this time, I was about to faint. Pooh and bugs don't get along. Finally swatted the thing onto the floor and it looked like either a tick or a spider. Groooooossssssss. And I smushed it. But when I went to look at it, it looked like a teeny weeny bee-like thing. I have no clue what it was. But I now have a huge bug bite on my neck, my chest, and my shoulder.
So you see... I HAD to leave work early. *shudder* And immediately went to a local bakery to get a frozen mocha. (and um... a slice of Bailey's Irish Cream cheese cake) Hey. I was TRAUMATIZED!!!
Anywho... it remains to be seen whether I will feel guilty enough to go run it off. The PoohRents and the PoohBro left for Vegas today. They're heading out to Vegas, the Grand Canyon, LA, and San Francisco, with a stop at Stanford for the Bro. I was supposed to go with them, but felt too guilt-ridden to take a week off so soon after the Chicago trip. So it's just Pooh and Thing 2 holding down the Jersey fort.
Party/orgy at Pooh's house!!
|| posted by Pooh at 5:52 PM ... ||
Saturday, July 26, 2003
MORE Man Meat! Woohoo!
I'm such a shallow and offensive bitch. Aww yeah!
And one more, just to prove it.
No, seriously... doesn't he look a bit like a young John Cusack? *thud*
ADDED:
NekkidJohn! For Matthew/John comparisons ONLY. Of course.
Ok, no, really, being absolutely serious now....
My horoscope for today was this: There always seems to be a gatekeeper between you and anything worth having. Accept this as a fact of life, and move on to the task of trying to woo this person.
IMO, Sark is entirely worth having, and right now, Lancer is the damn gatekeeper. So.... *makes moo moo eyes at Lancer* Although... he's a Sensitive Man. *does not treat him like sex toy* Hmm. Maybe he isn't the true gatekeeper since I want a Sark spinoff, so... *feeds JJ ice cream*
Now I'm off to bed. NekkidMatthew is waiting... Hee. *strips and wears heels* Mwahahahaha. See you guys next week. ;)
I want to add that I got gym shorts. Now I have no excuse not to run. Ugh.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:47 PM ... ||
LMFAO. Lancer called me a sexist pig last night. Well, not in so many words. I have NO idea what the hell he's talking about. *rolls eyes*
So I finally got my Band of Brothers DVD cheap. PoohBro and I were watching the first two hours today. As Meggy would say: Ugh. Soooo good. ;) Right, Meggy?
Let's forget about the death and stuff for a second. The men were hot. Flurking hot, dude. And the uniforms and the dirt and the boom and the bang and the weapons...
Oh, wait. I'm not sexist. I don't view men as man meat or sex toys. Nope. The actors were...
Huh. There's really nothing to talk about is there, if we ignore all the sexy stuff... (Okay, but seriously... it's great. I love those war movies/shows and stuff like that. Blame the PoohDad for that.)
Anyway... just because I can, and because he was threatening to fall off the page...
It's WetMatt again. ManMeat!!!
*cough* WET and Nekkid Man Meat.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:12 PM ... ||
Friday, July 25, 2003
Thank you thank you thank you to Jenai for the sexy hot new icon. Sark. Saaaarrrrrkkkkk. *drooooooool*
Oh, and for all the women who think they're shipping themselves with Matthew MacFadyen? Step back. Just... back up, sistas. Pooh's got it covered, and she doesn't need your help. Hmph.
And no, V, he's not another one of my 2-D men. He's very much 3-D. Just not 3-D in Jersey. Pffft.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:13 PM ... ||
"One... two... three... four... five... Can you hear me, Al?"
That was what I heard ALL DAY at work. Every 1-2 hours, the security guy would get on the PA and repeat that. Dude. *bangs head on desk*
"One... two... three... four... five... four... three... two... one... Al? Can you hear me?"
Gahhhhh. I think he counted up to 20 once. But I might have been imagining it. And you know... Al never responded. So NO, I DON'T THINK AL CAN HEAR YOU!
Okay. All better. Except now the PoohBro is home from his summer program, which means... Pooh gets kicked off the good computer. Sigh.
Hmm...
Is it bad, wrong, or even slightly narcissistic to keep staring at your own blog? I can't help it. Three Jacks on top, and a very wet and nekkid Matthew on the bottom. Mmmm. PoohSammich.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:35 PM ... ||
Two quick things because I don't want to push Wet Matt down further on the blog:
1. Forgot to mention the freaky Alias connection for Sunday. "Phase I" inked onto the Hancock wall by the elevator up to the Signature Lounge. Also, some coded message about meeting Syd at the Sears Tower at 6 pm, which we missed. Okay. So we suck at spyage.
2. Saw this Robbie news and immediately thought of Steph. Pretty sure she could figure out a way to help him lose that weight. ;)
TGIF!
P.S. The images folder has been cleared of all personal pics. Just saying, in case anyone was curious. Hmph.
EDITED TO ADD:
I forgot a lot of little things, because I'm old. So head over to Rach's blog for some more quirky little details. Like our drinkgasms during the Cajun lunch, the Alias prank calls, and some more about Steph's eating habits. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 9:17 AM ... ||
Thursday, July 24, 2003
ATTENTION: Please note that extra long, extra spicy Freak Fest thoughts are finally up. However, because new boyfriend WetMatt has priority over the weekend events, the FF recap has been added below the NekkidWetMatt pic. Enjoy. Or not.
Oh, fer crying out loud!
Just to keep everyone from getting all ass-crazy, I've decided to post Stupid Ass Pic. And don't come whining to me when you realize I was speaking truth about it being utterly disgusting. So... *drum roll*... yucky Ass pic.
Now, be honest. I'm very sensitive about these things. The Ass has a bit of vastness to it, doesn't it? And could probably stand to lose a good 5-6 lbs? Don't lie.
*adjusts halo*
EDITED TO ADD:
New boyfriend!!
Matthew Macfadyen (from MI-5, aka Spooks) is hot. And not because he has slight resemblance to a younger John Cusack, although this pic shows that Water likes him just as much as it likes Johnny. Nope. He's damn sexy in his own right. Nekkid and wet are just bonuses.
EDITED TO ADD AGAIN:
I'm being all old and senile right now. So hopefully, most of this stuff is close to what transpired this past weekend. And since I've been on my best behavior since last Friday (dude, it's scaring me), this is the snark-lite version.
P.S. Lancer, you're never really ever going to get a real PoohPic, so just accept it and move on.
Freak Fest 2003: The Blow-By-Blow Account (roughly 90% true)
Um... another year older, another piece of the brain going away. I'm trying really hard to remember everything. So far, all I remember is eating, sleeping, shopping, eating, watching TV, eating, eating, eating, eating, eating, eating (mostly Steph's fault), eating, sleeping, shopping, eating. So in instances where I can't recall what happened... I'll just fill in the memory gap with something or other. ;)
It's a conspiracy! The forces are against us, trying to postpone the inevitable first Freak Fest. Late, late, late, late, late everything. Delayed flights. Delayed trains. Delayed dinner. Oh, damn... that first dinner was delicious... Mmmmm. Two bottles of wine and a deep dish pizza (I think Steph made out with the pizza delivery guy -- it's the only reason I can think of for why she took so long getting her Canadian ass back up to the room with the goods). Lots of unpacking, chatting, boring first night stuff. (Thanks for the bday present, Rach!! Still haven't read it yet, as everything is still packed in the duffel. Heh.) Everyone is exactly how I imagined them. Only with heads. Cuz, you know... unless I know you, you're just a headless fleshy blob out in the internet ether. (And some of you are fugly mofo blobs.... JUST. KIDDING!! Yeesh.) And the Pooh is nothing like what everyone expected because, let's face it... it's the Pooh. She's an enigma. :P
I feel kinda bad that my flight was delayed two hours, then I had to sit in rush hour traffic for a good hour or so to get to the hotel, and that the el stop wasn't anywhere near the hotel. Otherwise, I totally would have gotten my ass up to go visit V. Just like I planned. Except, we all know what happens with PoohPlans. Pffffft.
Sneaking in the third person turned out to be incredibly easy. Go us. See? Even WE'RE better spies than Syd. Pfft. The planned Girls' Spa Night? Ended up being Girls Staring At A Pile Of Spa Products Night. Hey. We're old. We were too tired to do anything but make out with our pizza, drink wine, and sleep.
Notables:
# of times Steph and SM used their own room door: 1
# of times Intimacy Kit was used: Um... 0, but we kept opening the minibar to play with it.
# of homeless men hitting on Jenai: None, because we did not leave hotel.
alcohol consumed: 2 bottles (red, white)
freaky Alias-related coincidences: Rach's Alias phone calls. "Echelon" white wine.
on the TV: Simpsons, and other shows (can't remember, too tired)
the pervy: Silence, except for the moaning of contentment and gratification while eating pizza.
others: GREAT view of the Chicago River from our rooms on the 24th floor. HUGE hotel rooms. Internet jack and phone in the bathroom.
Shopping, eating, and sleeping. That's pretty much all we did. Oh, and walking. Lots and lots of walking.
But before I get into that, I'm obliged to mention that Rach couldn't sleep and went for an early (EARLY!!) morning walk and ran into many celebs. She saw Johnny Cusack getting his papers (bitch, hrmph! 4 years -- FOUR years!! -- in the Chicago area, and not once did I ever run into my future husband. She gets up early ONE morning, and BAM! Grrr.); sat down next to a nekkid (um.. half-nekkid?) Justin Timberlake; and saw Andrew Firestone. Dude. Next time we're all in Chicago, Pooh's sitting her ass in front of John's building while everyone else goes shopping (and eating, etc).
So... we shopped the Mag Mile. Ate. Did some more browsing/shopping. Everyone bought at least one item, except for Pooh, who is a cheap bitch. Ate. Walked by Johnny's (alleged) building (and Pooh made out with Johnny through our telepathic connection). Ate. SM and Jenai made an appointment at a spa place (because just staring at spa products didn't cut it for them, I guess). Pooh misread "microdermabrasion" on the sign outside the spa place as "micromasturbation," which makes absolutely no sense unless you're the exact opposite of a Tripod. I suppose. Then Rach, Steph, and Pooh stared at nasty skin pics in the spa brochure while waiting for the other two to finish making their appointments. Steph and Rach tried playing spy again by calling one of the Alias-related phone numbers. But no luck. Gosh darnnit. Then ate again. (Okay, probably didn't really eat that many times. Just seemed like it.)
Went back to the hotel to relax for a bit before going to pick up Grace at Union Station. Had dinner. Yummy, delicious, sexy, grab-able curly hair dinner. Met Conner, who wasn't our waiter, but stopped to chat with us because with 6 gals, chances were pretty good he'd get lucky. (I'm not saying a word.) Dissing his homestate of Ohio didn't even turn him off. Whatta man.
Walked Grace back to Union Station. Almost reenacted the S/V train station scene, except... you know... would have rather bit off our own heads instead. Talk topics included Bon Jovi, dildos, and Dan Hill. Not necessarily in that order. Was reminded of Steph's freakish knowledge of every single lyric of every single song ever written. Almost. (Canadians. They're weird, eh?) Waved byebye to Grace and headed back to the hotel to get sexified for our trip to the Signature Lounge at the top of the John Hancock building.
Only... that didn't happen. Decided it would be too crowded that late at night, so Rach and Steph went to "grill" some hotel doormen about pubs around the area. Went out to find said pub. Discovered it closed. On a Saturday night. Dude. Trudged back to hotel. Said screw it. Because we're OLD!!! Sleep... so so so sleepy.... Some guy in elevator heard us worrying over whether we'd get a couple of good stories to tell One, and assured us that with the 5 of us, we'd have no problems getting some stories. Dude. I think he was hitting on Jenai with that line. Just saying...
And thank goodness for Jenai who gave our group some respectability by getting her sexy ass out to the House of Blues and O'Callaghan's. She obviously found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow (Irish men and Chicago cops), but sadly, when we woke up in the morning, all Colin lookalikes she might have brought back to the room had already left the premises. :(
Notables:
# of times Steph and SM used their own room door: um... none? that adjoining room door is evil, dude.
# of times Intimacy Kit was used: Hard to say. Could have been a new one in the minibar. Who knows how many of those hot Irish men Jenai brought back while Rach and Pooh were fast asleep. :P
# of homeless men hitting on Jenai: 2? 3? (that's a conservative estimate). At least one StreetWise guy, and another who tried following her to Union Station.
alcohol consumed: Almost got a free round from Conner and waiter at dinner. NOT. Jenai and her (Irish) Coronas.
on the TV: Dogma. Dogma. Um... did we watch anything other than Dogma over and over again?
freaky Alias-related coincidences: More Rach Alias phone calls. Pager 47 at dinner.
the pervy: Other than what we wanted to do to Conner? Someone's boobs got some (unwanted) play. Won't say which Freak, though.
best come-on line: "How do you talk to a black woman?" - spoken by tard
second best come-on line: "You have nice boobs." - spoken by another tard
Last full day. Woke up, had breakfast together. Dude. Starbucks was closed. DUDE. STARBUCKS was CLOSED!! It's okay. We all learned to live with that bizarro moment. Well... except for that one guy on the street who indignantly threw down his cigarette and looked like he wanted to punch someone. Dude. I feel your pain. Starbucks. Was. Closed. On a freaking Sunday morning. *boggle*
Ended up doing a random (ie, cheap) boat tour. The Architectural Tour would have been nice, but way too much money and way too booked for our schedule. Besides, I bet they didn't have a Captain Ben. Saw Johnny's building from the lake, waved, caught a kiss he threw in the wind. Aww... he lurves me. *cough* Anyway... interesting little boat ride on Lake Michigan and Chicago River. Pooh got weird sunburn. Blech. Hmm... a lot of skin problems happening on this trip, no?
Had Cajun for lunch. Mmmm. SM had a bit of a Po' Boy-gasm. Drinks all around. Lots of snickering at hot sauce names. For the life of me, I can't remember any of them off the top of my head, but trust me. Funny as hell. After lunch, the gals decided to find WetOrli. Three movie theaters later (um... why was it not showing on Rush? What the hell happened to the 900 Michigan theater? And when did Water Tower become a foreign/indie theater? *feels very, very, very old*).... no WetOrli. (And dammit, quit making fun of the city strut!) No Johnny Depp. No nothing. *sigh*
No worries. Returned back to hotel to watch The Net and Wedding Singer. (Seriously... NO TV at the next Fest. Damn thing just sucks you in.) Then pried ourselves away from the TV to get dressed for drinks at the Signature Lounge. Everyone looked cute. And Steph blew us all away with her 3-inch heels. Ouch. Cabbed it to the Hancock, because we were lazy slobs. Had lovely martinis on the 96th floor. Got a great view of the Sears Tower, and some lovey-dovey (ie, gross, mushy) couple sitting by the windows, making out. Had pictures taken by our LesboMartiniWaitress (tm Rach), who insisted Rach and Jenai "show some leg." Heh. This is why Pooh doesn't sit on the end. Oh, and also got a great view of the waitress getting a pretty intense massage from some guy. Talk about a job perk.
After martinis, we walked to O'Callaghan's, Jenai's hot Irish guy hangout. But first, we had to find it. Which we did. Woohoo! In hindsight, we should have caught a cab, because poor Steph almost didn't make it in her sexy heels. Nothing a couple of vodka tonics couldn't cure. Of course, some of those hot Irish guys Jenai was going on and on about would have been nice. Alas, it was a Sunday night, and all hot Irish guys were getting their beauty sleep. Then again, there may have been some doubt as to whether Jenai actually saw all those hot Irish guys. Sweetie, exactly how many of them were twins? Triplets? Quadruplets? :P Anywho... we had some delicious fries and nachos, and drinks. Yum. Then it started raining. Hard. So, of course, we cabbed it back even though it was just a few blocks. Heh. I love being on vacation. You get to be all kinds of lazy.
Notables:
# of times Steph and SM used their own room door: wait... did they even have their own door? :P
# of times Intimacy Kit was used: *hides kit*
# of homeless men hitting on Jenai: lost count. there were many. Jenai's a hottie, you know. ;)
alcohol consumed: not enough. what happened to getting trashed this weekend? huh.
on the TV: The Net... The Net... The Wedding Singer. (really really REALLY need to lose the TV next time)
freaky Alias-related coincidences: no more calls after Rach called them back.
the pervy: Except for our MartiniWaitress, we were lovely, innocent, young women all weekend long. what's this pervy thing?
Freak Fest is over!
Thank God. Just kidding.
Checked out. Got billed for D&D nuts and 25 intimacy kits. Apparently, the minibar was weight-activated. (And I was kidding about the intimacy kits. Or am I?) We spent our last day together by having a farewell lunch of deep dish pizza. Yum. Then it was back to the hotel to pick up our luggage. From Michael, our hottie Irish bellhop. Jenai went to the back room to "help" him with our bags. Okay, so I exaggerate. But she did tip him something good. Hee.
Hugs, kisses, waves, lots of goodbyes. Pooh left early for O'Hare, and thank goodness she did, because she made it just in time to get on an earlier flight. Thank you lovely cab driver for breaking all rules. Thank you lovely ticket agent for having a quick eye and bumping me to an earlier flight. Thank GOD. We were delayed for 2 hours, and didn't take-off until after my original scheduled flight would have. Then while in the air, we were told there was a mistake and we weren't supposed to leave Chicago yet. Too late. We circled Detroit, circled Buffalo, circled Syracuse, refused access to Boston (damn Massholes! except Meggers, of course), almost turned back to land at Cleveland (damn Ohio), before getting a tiny opening at Newark, and landing there. An hour after I was originally scheduled to arrive. But thank goodness I did arrive, because the original flight was delayed for 7 hours, and it started thundering, lightning, and rain, rain, rain, as soon as we were on the road home.
Meanwhile... the gals went back to Union Station to catch their train. And ran into a dead ringer for Bradley Cooper. Dude. Damn bitches. Zero "celeb" sightings for Pooh, a gazillion for everyone else. Hmph.
If this happens again at the next Freak Fest, Pooh will be mucho unhappy. A PMS'ing, bitchy, unhappy Pooh is no fun at all. Y'hear?
|| posted by Pooh at 6:59 PM ... ||
For the last time:
NO ONE is going to see any PoohAss pics. Unless they put out.
The FreakFest entry is almost finished. I still have one more day to write about, but I'm pooped right now. Can barely keep eyes open. *yawn* So you'll have to wait until tomorrow to read all about the weekend from Pooh's POV.
Am now off to dream happy NekkidSpyTom dreams.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:39 AM ... ||
Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Heh.
People...
Everyone's just joking around. There are NO PoohAss or PoohCrotch pics.
Really.
So all you pervs can just go back to watching lesbian porn.
Okay, going to attempt to write up the FreakFest musings. One last time. Again. But if another power outage occurs, y'all can kiss it goodbye.
PS. Fest pics came out really dark. Hence the need for digital camera for next Fest. Will scan and post good pics as soon as... I feel like it.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:42 PM ... ||
Damn power outages!!! Keep cutting me off during chats with One and Jenai about new loverboy.
Started rewatching last night's ep again this morning before work. Still pretty good the second time around. And Tom keeps looking more and more like Johnny.
*kicks blogspot* Stupid pages take forever to load!
*kicks taggy* Stupid board, where are you?! Dammit.
*kicks enetation* Stupid commenter, you're not supposed to get screwy when TaggyBitch is acting up!
*kicks SM* Stupid camera. What's up with the crotch and the ass shots????
*starts researching digital cameras to prepare for FF2*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:23 AM ... ||
Summer of British TV
I was going to post about the FreakFest, but my really really REALLY long post got eaten up when we had a power failure. And then another power failure. And then another. It stopped raining over an hour ago, so I don't know what the hell is wrong. Anyway... that post will get put up in the near future. Instead, I decided to watch my MI-5 tape.
Dude.
Dude.
Dude.
I like Alias just fine, but I really wish it could be more like MI-5.
British. Spies. *thud*
Oh, and helloooooo... Matthew MacFadyen! *adds Tom Quinn to PoohBoyfriendList* Wonderful when your new man starts off the show nekkid. I'm just saying (Sark, honey, take notes for the the S3 premiere). Rowr, baby.
Also helps that the very first review I read in the paper for the show described the new man in Pooh's life as resembling "the English actor Clive Owen, but he also approximates some of the soulfulness of John Cusack." Seriously... with a description like that, how can he go wrong? In certain scenes, from certain angles, he even looked a bit like Johnny. And you know... that ain't a bad thing. So Tom Quinn needs to bring his badass, black coat wearing, snarky hot British self to Pooh's house. He can take care of her, erm, national security problem.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:17 AM ... ||
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
Not quite in the mood to snark right now, so Fest activities will be discussed when I next blog. Probably later tonight since I'm only on for a few minutes right now.
But... This or That Tuesday survey says:
1) DVD or VHS?
I have seen the light. DVD.
2) Best Literary/Movie Villain: Voldemort (Harry Potter) or Sauron (LoTR)?
Sauron by default. I'll pick anything non-Potter just to spite it.
3) Meat: rare or well-done?
Bring on the carcass (tm Onesy). Medium well.
4) High Speed Internet-Cable or DSL?
DSL, bah. Once you go cable...you never go back.
5) Women: 1-piece bathing suit or Bikini?
Nekkid, nekkid, nekkid. (Erm.... yeah, right. None of the above.)
6) To be fair--Men: Boxers or briefs?
Boxers. Unless you're one of the pre-approved men on the PoohSexToy list. Then commando, baby. With shotgun.
7) Beer or Liquor/Wine?
The girls can attest to this: Pooh likes it hard.
8) Coke or Mountain Dew?
Coke.
9) In honor of my 10/18/03 nuptials: Morning or Afternoon/Night Wedding?
Evening. So by the time it's over, it's too dark for you to realize you've made a mistake.
10) Carpet or Hardwood Floors
Both. Unless all hardwood floors come with floor warmers.
11) American cars or foreign?
I'd prefer A car. Don't matter. 4 wheels and an engine. Thanks.
12) Cutest TV Twin: Mary-Kate or Ashley Olsen?
I don't consider the Marshley separate entities or twins. They're one huge two-headed monster. 'Course, I could just be jealous.
13) Coffee: Caffeinated or Decaf?
Mmm...caffeine...
14) Thought-Provoking Question of the Week: Computers: Do they make life better or worse? Why?
Computers are EVIL. They suck your life away. E-V-I-L. They all need to be destroyed!!! Um...I'll be planting my ass right here for the rest of the week...
Thing 2 just went to pick up my Fest pics for me. I just know they came out nasty. Damn disposables. A digital camera is going on the PoohList of Things to Buy with non-existent money. Pooh's set of Fest pics is the only recognized fest pics. Mainly because she's not in any of them. Mwahahaha. But just because I'm nice (ha!), these are the only Pooh-approved pics.
And no... I didn't cheat this time.
Not really.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:32 PM ... ||
GAHHHHHHH!!!!!
Much news. All non-FreakFest related, because I have no time to embellish that story just yet.
Went to work for the big important meeting. My Boss's Boss's Boss has been sorta bumped to another department for the next year or so. Now my Boss has been bumped into the interim manager of our department. Really great to see more women in power. Go Boss. So now.... another guy is taking over her place as project leader for the thing I'm working on, even though he'll still be wrapping up stuff from his other project for awhile. So my kindaboss is now sorta my boss. 8 people in the other department got laid off. Hopefully no one I know, cuz you know... that last in, first out thing is kinda scary. My Boss's replacement is on vacation this week, so I can't confer with him. My new boss rushed out of work today because his wife was having contractions, and if there's a baby, then he's out for the rest of the week. So really... my "old" Boss is still sorta my Boss this week.
Oy.
Leave for a few days, and everything falls to pieces. But... right before he rushed out, my new boss told me the old boss was going to talk to me about extending my internship until the end of the year. Woohoo!!! Money will continue to flow into Pooh's pockets.
Chicago, anyone? LA, maybe? *packs bags*
And....
All the movement has opened up a spot in the department for a new college hire. Dude.
Note to Pooh: FINISH THE DAMN THESIS ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!
*clears throat*
Ok, I'm better now.
I was so excited by the news (and still so incredibly tired from the trip and the flight home), I cut out early at work. Like... um... at 11. Hee.
Dude. I wasn't feeling well. Nope. Not at all. *moan* *ooooyyyyy* *mooooaaaaaannnnnnnnn*
But I felt well enough to go see Pirates. I mean, I went right to bed. Yep.
Oh yeah... I'm going to hell.
Before I do... Will be back soon with the "blow by blow." Mwahahaha. Plus embellishments. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 5:51 PM ... ||
I totally called it! I knew it!
My original flight didn't get in until 2 AM. Thank. God. I took that earlier flight. Phew!
Little bits and pieces keep coming back to me as I try to gather my thoughts about this weekend. I actually don't recall doing anything but eat, shop, sleep, eat, sleep, watch TV, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat.... but apparently, we must have because I keep getting weird little bits of memory floating around in the PoohNoggin. In any case, trying to get the crappy film developed today.
But just to let everyone know. If you see any unapproved pics floating around out there.... that's not me. Nope. Pooh doesn't develop on film. She comes out a big splotchy fleshy blob. Yup. With no face. Uh huh.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:37 AM ... ||
Monday, July 21, 2003
Tired.
Exhausted.
Sleepy.
Maybe someone can answer this question: Why is it, after an unexpected and unusually long flight, people start clapping when we finally land?
Because seriously... that just makes absolutely no sense to me. Not like we almost died or anything, although, if we had to land in Cleveland for the night, I might have killed myself. Just saying.
According to Jenai, I'm supposed to give the "blow by blow" account of the weekend. I'm too tired right from that last blow to do it right now. So y'all will have to wait. Not like anything really exciting happened to ME, anyway. Hrmph. HRMPH!!!
*seethes with jealousy*
One -- *pounce tackle huggle jumps*
Trix -- Dude. DUDE. DUUUUUUUDE.
Meg -- We. Need. To. Chat. Bwahahahahahahahaha. Oh man.
Jinxsy -- Don't know you, but welcome to the blog world. ;)
|| posted by Pooh at 11:25 PM ... ||
Thursday, July 17, 2003
Yeah, yeah, whatever
Diana thought she'd be a little miss smartypants and sent me this:
She's lucky I like her so much. If it weren't for the hot Sarkage, I'd have to kick her ass for... um... getting her dates mixed up. Yeah, that's it.
Like the rest of you poor misguided tards, the PoohRents were also delusional today. They forced me to go to dinner with them. I have no clue why. It's just your average Thursday. *shudder* to being alone with the PoohRents, too. Luckily, the Dad just got back from Arizona, so he was in no mood to hound me about that G thing (graduation, dumbass... the Mom got me on the other G thing). Okay, he asked once, but that was it. Phew. Then later the Mom said I'd make her so happy if I could find a guy.
Know what, Mom? It'd make me pretty happy, too. Then finally I'd have someone around I can snark at, screw with (um, mentally and emotionally... let's keep it clean, okay?), and beat up (affectionately, of course) without having the PoohRents punishing me just because I'm the eldest and "should know better." Yes, I'm 6 today. Thanks for asking.
Yay for Steph and her Coupling DVD!! Woohoo! *bouncy bouncy* not *floppy floppy*
Blech to packing. Someone come help. Clothes everywhere. Nothing matches. Bet half the stuff doesn't even fit. Probably won't wear the other half. Ugh.
Double blech to having that oh-so fresh bloated feeling.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:45 PM ... ||
Mornin', Sunshine
I woke up feeling sick.
Still feeling really blehhhh.
Really.
It might be an ulcer. It might be nerves. It might be me coming down with something.
In any case....
That psuedo-high I got from showing people old pics of me (cuz, you know, "now" pics are so much more... bloated... than they used to be) to elicit the obligatory "oh, you look cute" drivel (seriously, what are they supposed to say: "You're a fugly hag, dude"? Right, One? Heh.)... has now worn off in the bright, unforgiving morning light. And the mirror.
Also because they were talking about wedding dresses and bikinis on the news this morning. Not helpful when the mom is ooh-ing and ahh-ing the gowns and calling your attention to how "pretty they look... look, that one's really pretty!"
So, in conclusion...
Everyone just go away and leave me alone.
*crawls back under covers until next year*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:14 AM ... ||
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
post a pic, do some quizzies
All from One, the Sara to my Grissom:
You are Gil Grissom. Smart, responsible, witty and
your job is your life, you do not have much of
a social life and hate politics. You love to
get your hands dirty and often do experiments
just for the hell of it.
I just want to make it perfectly clear that tonight's experiment was not "just for the hell of it." I'm getting paid every single last cent of my overtime pay, baby.
7th Heaven
01. Do you consider yourself to be a free thinker?
Until someone pays me.
02. If Jesus appeared to you and told you that the moon was made of green cheese would you believe him because he is Jesus?
I'd be more inclined to believe him if he had scientific proof. He could be NekkidKief or NekkidWhippedCreamPatrick, for all I care... no, hang on... what was the question again?
03. Have you ever had dreadlocks?
No, mon.
04. If you had a moment to spare, what would you do?
Stalk. For real. Oh, and graduate. Or something.
05. Do you play or sing in a band?
Nope. Not in a cool one, anyway. Nerd band flutist years ago. I sucked.
06. Do you like to paint or draw?
Painting is messy. I used to draw pretty well, but when all creativity left me, so did the artistry.
07. Have/would you ever take dance classes?
Will these lessons be in the dark? Where no one can see me fall flat on my ass? Or maybe with a personal instructor a la Patrick Swayze giving Baby very private lessons... only not Patrick Swayze? A Kief maybe? Sark? Patrick?
01. What is your favorite Disney movie?
Erm... Old school stuff. Non-Disney would have to be Pixar stuff and Fox's Anastasia, because, you know... SexyAnimatedJohn.
02. What's the most incredible experience you've ever had?
I'm sorry. What means this "incredible"? I strive to lead as boring, bland, and mediocre a life as possible.
03. Is your life like a movie? Which one?
I feel like Farmer Ted.
04. Do you love or hate the telephone?
"I hate phoning. You never know who's going to answer." Actually, I love when people I know call me. Wish they would do it more. *passes out number* No, really... I love when old friends call and there's awkward silences and you can't do anything about them. It's that damn Pause. *shudder* At least online you can "say" you were doing something else.
05. What is one thing you can't do?
I can't be that vampy slut I've always wanted to be. Damn it. Too much self-respect.
06. Are you kind hearted?
In person, yes. To a fault. Unless you piss me off, which happens so rarely. Not.
07. Are you gentle?
I see this survey is trying to ruin my rep of being the coldhearted bitch that I've lead you all to believe I am. So keeping in that spirit... yes, I'm gentle. About as gentle as a Mac truck ramming you headfirst into a brick wall. :P
UGH
Ok, for real. I'm seriously putting away all the old pics. Why. WHY. Do I always pull them out around this time of year? I must really like feeling suicidal.
It's an option, you know. ;)
|| posted by Pooh at 11:06 PM ... ||
This isn't just because I'm hitting that "depressing 'special day' cycle" (tm One). It really isn't.
But...
Look. Just look, dammit. See how young Pooh looked 4 years ago? Isn't Pooh just the darn freaking cutest?
Pooh's a mess now.
What the hell happened?
|| posted by Pooh at 9:41 PM ... ||
|| posted by Pooh at 8:07 PM ... ||
*CRIES*
7:45 PM.
WHY am I STILL here??!??!!???
*sobs*
My first time running the protocol... And it went horribly wrong!!! The Boss came by around 5:30 and watched me run one for a bit, but the catheter failed. Then I tried again, and it failed again. So I tried a 3rd time, and she left, telling me not to stay too late. I started the second tissue sample at 6:30, and that one failed near the end of the treatment and I said, screw it. After that, I had to cut open the samples and stain bits of tissue.
Um... okay. So the nicer one... I cut it wrong and sliced off about a third of viable tissue. So I'm screwed there. The second sample ended up being too small and weird shaped, but I cut the samples correctly, which was nice. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
I don't care. I'm out of here at 8 PM. That's it. Over. Done.
Someone tell me why I want an extension on this job? Grrrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:55 PM ... ||
WHY ME????!!!!!!
So I spent the whole day staring at the stupid program. Then I got the other program that I was supposed to incorporate. Spent a few hours trying to figure them both out. Got the hardware for the second program. Tried to figure out how to put them together. Realized that the two programs and hardware setups are actually very similar, and therefore would be redundant if implemented together.
Which meant I spent the entire day trying to figure out these stupid programs to use on my tissue samples. Samples, mind you, which MUST be done today as laid out in the testing protocol.
Finally, at 4 PM, the kindaboss came to check up on me, after his 2 hour meeting, and was surprised I hadn't started yet. So....????
Turns out, they DIDN'T want me to implement the two programs. They just wanted me to use the other program, which is basically set up already.
FUCK ME
So now it's 5 PM, and I'm waiting for my tissue to warm up to the correct temp before I can do the actual testing. Then I need to take pics of them, cut them up, stain them, wait half an hour for it to set, then put them in the fridge until tomorrow.
Dude. DUDE. DUDE!
I don't plan on getting out of here until 7 PM tonight. At the earliest. Better today than tomorrow, but still... !@$$%%^@!!!!!! At least the kindaboss was nice enough to hang around and do all the little stuff to get me going while I prepared my tissues. I just had to promise him an instant promotion, corner office, company car, and secretary when I make VP of the company. Sigh. Heh.
DOESN'T EVERYONE KNOW WHAT DAY TOMORROW... um... I mean... FRIDAY IS? >:(
Vacation. Yeah, that's it. And damn, don't I deserve it. Hrmph!
Um... the Big Boss just passed through the lab, and asked if I was having fun. Um... not particularly. Not today. No. And then he asked how long I was staying here, to which I answered I'm not quite sure but most likely through August. To which he said that they've kept interns for 3 years, but we'll see. To which I said (to his back, after he already left, of course): Damn well, better fucking do offer me that extension. Look at what I'm doing tonight!! On the day before... the day before... vacation, no less.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:25 PM ... ||
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
GAHH!! dumb flurking luck!
I got a summons today. Jury duty.
Dammit.
Quick. Someone give me a good reason for why I can't go. Or maybe I should just get some life debilitating disease that precludes me from ever leaving the house (um, ok... shut up, I know the snark. I'm talking other than internet addiction, dammit) sometime between now and... right now.
Blech.
*kicks and screams*
Crap. Just crap. There goes all my hopes of never having to do it.
it's a damn conspiracy
Every time.
Every single time.
Every time I decide to take a long weekend (Seattle, Chicago) I always get a buttload of worked dumped on me right before I leave. This time? I'm supposed to incorporate a section of programming into a LabView program that I just sat down to look at. Nevermind that it needs to be done by tomorrow so I can possibly use it to test on my tissue samples. Nevermind that I haven't touched LabView since undergrad oh-so-many years ago, and even then did only really -- REALLY -- basic stuff. If it doesn't work by tomorrow, I'm going to have to test my samples manually, but I have a feeling my bosses really want the program to work. After I test with my samples, I need to stain them and wait for them to set. Luckily, I'll be able to wait until Thursday to analyze them, but everything needs to be done before I leave on Thursday. Did I mention this will be the first time I'm running this protocol by myself?
Oh, and the apartment thing....? Don't ask. But I might have to run out and check out a couple of places either tomorrow after work or Thursday evening, if the people bother to call me back. I ask you - when the heck am I supposed to pack, etc? And when do I start trying to figure out what to pack? Ugh.
Thank God there's nothing else important going on this week. That's all I'm saying.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:34 PM ... ||
*shakes head exasperatedly*
Connie, words cannot express how disappointed I am in you. Skipping??!! You can't skip ahead. The wonderfulness of Ep 3.7 cannot fully be enjoyed without the "beginning" (not to mention the ANGST!!) that was sketched out in Ep 3.4, the cuteness of Ep 3.5, and the "omg - awwww" factor in Ep 3.6.
You are a BAD young lady! BAD!
But somehow, I knew you would do it. Because that would have been me, too. Sigh.
One, if you watch the eps out of order, I'm going to go to Japan and kick your perverted ass. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 9:11 AM ... ||
This one goes out to CD and One. And Meg, if you ever get those stupid eps to work. You'll know what it means soon enough. :P
Spiderman Theme Song
Spiderman, Spiderman,
Does whatever a spider can
Spins a web, any size,
Catches thieves just like flies
Look Out!
Here comes the Spiderman.
Is he strong?
Listen bud,
He's got radioactive blood.
Can he swing from a thread
Take a look overhead
Hey, there
There goes the Spiderman.
In the chill of night
At the scene of a crime
Like a streak of light
He arrives just in time.
Spiderman, Spiderman
Friendly neighborhood Spiderman
Wealth and fame
He's ingnored
Action is his reward.
To him, life is a great big bang up
Whenever there's a hang up
You'll find the Spider man.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:07 AM ... ||
Test.
Stupid @#$$^%$&&^%@$@ing blogger.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:09 AM ... ||
Monday, July 14, 2003
decisions, decisions... how upsetting
Ugh.
So everyone remembers my MP3 player search, right? The one that drove me abso-fucking-lutely (teehee) bonkers? Yeah... that one. Anyway, that's all done with and whatever. Let's just skip over memories of that merry time and move onto more important, bitchy issues.
Now...
My cell phone contract is ending next month, and I need to decide on a new one. Here's the squicky lowdown:
1. I'm on AT&T.
2. I'm on their old regional plan which no longer exists. Gee, thanks.
3. I'm obviously going to upgrade to a national plan.
4. I'm not rich enough to get the Super Dooper National Plan (with any service company, unless I have a SugarDaddy out there who would like to get me a brand spanking new phone and plan. Yes?) so I'll just stick with the basic national plans.
5. I've narrowed it down to AT&T and Verizon. The other carriers don't have great service near me. Blech to them. Besides, as much as I like Catherine Zeta-Jones, I'm not giving her any of my money; the only reason I'd go with Sprint is because of their phones; and Cingular just sucks around here.
Here's the problem. The regular AT&T national plan coverage map looks like crap, and if I'm going to keep it for a year, I better be able to call from (almost) wherever I want (because I'm spoiled that way). However, I can upgrade to it now and be all set for my regular trips to Seattle and Chicago (um... cell phone usage this weekend in Chicago would be nice, ya know?) Now, Verizon has a much better looking coverage map for their plain national plan. BUT I almost adamantly, would probably give up my firstborn to the devil, kill off all my Sexies from their respective shows, 99% certain I'd rather hack up my own body first... than give any of my money to Verizon. Monopolizing, scum-sucking, bastards with the Most Annoying "Guy Needs To Get Cell Phone Shoved Up His Arse So Hard It Comes Out His Other End" Commercials.
Um... yeah, I've had problems with them. When I installed phone service in my room two years ago, they refused to give me what I wanted and would only offer these packages that cost 3x more than I could afford. And then they took their sweetass time setting it up. Not to mention all the problems I had with the actual service. So yes... the Poohster isn't too happy with Verizon. Also, I'd hate to change my phone number. It took me a good 6 months to actually remember my own number (pathetic, yes, shut up), and that thing about being able to carry over your phone number to all carriers doesn't go into effect until...November, right? Blech.
But...
I am willing to overlook my issues (of which I have many, not limited to just this one topic, as you all know) if one of you tells me that their service really is the best around.
I know, I know. I have a tendency to get all you TechWhores to do all my research for me, and this really is low tech crap, probably unworthy of your attention. Let me just remind y'all that you failed me when I was asking for personal experiences with MP3 players (well, except for Amy, because she rocks in general). So any help or anecdotes about either of those two carriers (preferably if you're on the plan I'm deciding on) would help. And don't even pull the ignorant act. I know y'all have cell phones -- no one can be more anti-social than me, and even I have one. :P
One -- What's wrong with the end of S2? Just ignore all the S/S crap and concentrate on how hot Patrick was. He can be our Dick Darlington to our Giselles anytime. ;) *cracks whip* Hee. Btw, how great was 2.7? Slappy, slappy. :P And Jane... hee.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:02 PM ... ||
Sunday, July 13, 2003
Poor poor Pooh
Some ass kept calling the house this morning. From 8 to 9 am, said ass would let the phone ring 2-3 times before hanging up, usually after I rushed over to pick up. This happened a good 5 times in that hour. Then from 9 - 11, the phone would ring once. And that was it. That happened about 4 times during those two hours.
My dad swore that they didn't call. And I kinda believe him, because even they wouldn't have to work so hard to piss me off that much. But... in a more agitated, and evil state, I could totally see one of the PoohSibs doing it. First, to wake me up because I didn't go to the city with the rest of the fam. Second, to keep waking me up, if I weren't awake already. And third, to make sure I really was up. Still... I don't think they would be that vindictive. So if I ever figure out who it was, they are so dead.
Went back to the mall. Ok, a different mall. I still suck at shopping, although I think I'm addicted to the "buy now, figure out what I want at home, then return everything else later" method of shopping. I blame society for me being so indecisive and fucked up.
Then I spent a few hours at B&N, just reading and perusing. I was out the entire day, and yet no one -- NO ONE -- called me to ask me where I was or when I'd be home. We're talking about parents who used to call me in Chicago (and even here at grad school where I'm only 40 minutes away) every other day to ask me what I was doing, make sure I was eating and taking care of myself. They know I have no friends. Where would I go for a whole day?
Hmph! I feel so unloved.
Obsessive Coupling watching
Woohoo! Love it when we get converts. Welcome Steph and Amy to the Coupling love. I knew One's taggy was good for something. ;) Be aware that One and I are busy finding new shows to obsessive over. Hee!
Yay for Coupling S3 coming out on DVD in the UK in September. Although shit lot of good that does for me. Gotta get me one of those nifty region-free DVD players, darn it.
And in regards to S4... I heard the Richard Coyle rumor, too. Blech. Someone actually said they "ran into" him in LA and asked him about it. He alleged confirmed the rumor, but... hello. Haven't heard it anywhere else, confirmed or not, so... big fat f'ing whatever. If he really does leave, that'll be a damn shame. He helps make the show, and without him, it'll lose a really big element. But... I mainly watch for P/S, so they could pretty much drop everyone else and I'd still be good to go. Um... okay, we'd still have to keep Jane, too, because One would kill if her crazy ho wasn't on the show. And of course, we'd have to lure Jeff back, too, because Meg would cry murder. But everyone should feel free to kill off Steve and Susan. ;)
I mean... who really ever prefers the leads over the secondary characters anyway? *coughSydneyVaughn(WhenTheFuckDidYouBecomeA"Lead")YouBothSuckcough*
Just started Disc 2 of SATC: Season 1. I'm trying to get through them as quick as possible so I can get to the Rabbit ep that Connie is so in love with. :P
Don't you hate it when your parents remember everything All Wrong?
PoohMom asked the Pooh how she wanted to celebrate the PoohDay this week. Spent a hell of a time trying to convince the PoohMom she was delusional. Alas... the memory is the first to go...
And Meg, if I see anything in the mail from you, I'm sending it right back. Right. Back! Ya hear? >:(
|| posted by Pooh at 5:21 PM ... ||
Saturday, July 12, 2003
"alleviation of some menopausal symptoms"
Someone is trying to tell me something in a not so subtle way because I got that in my email today. Another wonderful reminder of my old age and... impending doom.
Maybe that's what's wrong with me. I always wondered why the bitchiness was usually accompanied by nasty hot flashes. I guess it's better than finding out I have a tiny penis or that I'm lacking in sexual prowess. (We can't all be Patricks, can we?)
headaches...
I hate shopping. Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate.
No, wait. Correction: I hate shopping for myself. LOVE spending money on other people, but hardly ever for myself. Especially when I'm spending it on clothes. *shudder*
Spent over 3 hours at the mall by myself today. Ugh. The only good thing about going by yourself is that you hit all the stores you want to go to, and you can try on all sorts of wacky clothes that you would never in front of other people. The bad thing about going alone? Not having that crucial second opinion. This is especially a problem when you're just trying to play girl, and have no clue what you're doing. Hello... jeans... wonderful, magnificent, fabulous invention. Also, I'm always messing with the sizes. Almost just right or slightly baggier? Blech.
Oh, yeah. Totally skipped over the whole dress buying experience. ("Is this a dress conversation? I can't be in a dress conversation.") I'm all about the pants, dude. (We won't even discuss pants spreadage right now, okay.)
Except... I ended up getting (as Thing 2 absolutely LOVED to point out when I tried them on for her at home) slutpants. Duuuude. THIS is the exact reason why I need someone to shop with me (or preferably for me). To keep me from making huge, glaring fashion faux pas.
So... I will be doing the whole return/exchange thing tomorrow. And... I suppose I'll be keeping my eyes peeled for a dress. Blehhhhh.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:42 PM ... ||
Okay, so this morning while the family was out, I sat down and popped my arse out. Erm... no... hold on.... wrong reference. I popped in my birthday present from One. Erm... not birthday present... I mean... just your average, every day, ho-hum, "what the heck" kind of present. Yeah, that's it.
I managed to get through the first 3 eps of SATC season 1.
It's only fair. I got her hooked on 'Coupling,' and she's returning the favor with 'SATC.'
And... Bwahahaha.
All right, so I didn't laugh until I was crying the way I did when I first watched 'Coupling' -- although I couldn't help but think of Patrick's cupboard when I watched ep 2 (?) -- but that's only because SATC is just a tiny bit more "serious," ya know. I did, however, get all giggly and giddy, and yes... I did squee a few times. Now I finally understand One's whole obsession with Carrie/Big. Kinda like my obsession with Patrick/Sally. Hee!
After I finished watching those eps, Thing 2 called. *rolls eyes* She made a big stink about wanting to take me to her company picnic in two weeks, just because she "can't go by myself... I need a date." Only she just needs me to "make an appearance," after which I'm free to go while she stays there. Dude. I am not going to trek all the way into the city - it's actually not in the city; they have shuttles - just to show up for a little bit, and then get ditched. No. F'ing. Way. None of her other friends want to go. And hell, I'm just family. It's not like I'm a boyfriend, where I'm obligated to support her and attend. :P
Besides... she lives in the city now. She should learn to be proud of her singleton-ness. Hmph.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:37 PM ... ||
Friday, July 11, 2003
I have a new friend.
His name is Gerard.
Gerard is in the food service business, ie. he works in the cafeteria at work. 7/10 times, I end up getting him, whether I'm getting a sandwich or something from the grill. Today he asked me what my name was and started to chat me up.
Don't get any ideas, dude.
He totally snarked me today. I usually get some kind of sandwich on wheat bread (my sorta concession to eating at least somewhat healthy when I'm at work), and he acted all shocked. "So we're having wheat today??" Hmph. But I'm trying to work it so I'm a "Norm" before I leave for good. Soon... soon I'll be able to go from "I'll have the usual" to just showing up and having my sandwiches already prepared. Hee.
Shut up. It's the simple things.
Now, I must go giggle with One about 'Coupling' and ponder a question that's been nagging at me all day. Why do I always get the G-guys? Hmmm.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:42 PM ... ||
Thursday, July 10, 2003
*opens mailbox*
*peeks inside*
WHAT THE FLURK!
Dammit, One!!
Onesy so needs to get her ass kicked. *steals Patrick away*
GRRRRRRRR!
*kicks One*
Hrmph.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:41 PM ... ||
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
Boring day as usual, except for Onesy and Meggy both getting their 'Coupling' eps. And then giddiness ensued. *drool*
Today was a great day to slack off at work. Woohoo! Except for, you know, the work part. Had to play with K-Y today while messing with my cavity models and catheters. That stuff is just gross and messy. Also... hate when work and personal life coincide. ;) Bwah.
Then I got to play doctor. Got to mess around with the hysteroscope on a cow tongue. Had to practice inserting a needle and thermocouple into the tissue without pulling it back out again. Pretty cool. AND I did it way better and faster than my boss. Hee. But sadly, this will mean that the next time we go down to Philly, I'll be doing all the hysteroscope crap. Blech. Too bad I'll still be in Chicago for the FreakFest during our next scheduled Philly trip. La la la...
Back when I was still on the pre-med track, I wanted to be an OB-GYN. For some insane reason, delivering babies always seemed like fun. (Yeah, I think I was on drugs for a good part of my life.) After messing with all these women's med devices... dude... I would have totally rocked as a doctor.
Oh, wait. MCATs.... I'm not that ambitious.
Bah. Back to the perverted giddiness. :D
|| posted by Pooh at 10:17 PM ... ||
Yay!!
Onesy likes it! She really likes it!
Dude. You can't not be nauseous from laughing while watching that show. Woohoo for the Patrick love. :D
Meg, your turn. Grrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:03 AM ... ||
Meg!!!
Dammit. Go kick your mailman if the package doesn't arrive today. I can't keep looping eps by myself. That's just pathetic. Not that I'm not pathetic, but you know... It's not fun getting all giggly (about Jeff), giddy (about the shippy), and perverted (about everything) by myself.
(Don't forget, you're not allowed to watch the S3 finale -- at least not the last 10 minutes -- without me. Because if you're like me -- and aren't you my soulmate when it comes to 'Coupling' and various other things? -- you're going to fall out of your chair and give yourself a laughter-induced hernia. Being the sadistic bitch that I am, I want to be there for that. Hee.)
That goes for you, too, Onesy. :P *crosses fingers that you like it*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:37 AM ... ||
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
There's still a couple of hours left in the day on this side of the planet. And I don't want to miss saying this on time:
Happy Birthday, Onesy!!!!
Awww. My sweet, lurvely Onesy is a year older, a year wiser, and a year snarkier. Isn't it great, Onesy?? I think it's great. I'm also glad you got your present today. Kief&Onesy4Eva!!
|| posted by Pooh at 9:30 PM ... ||
D'oh!
I was so tired this morning, I almost -- almost -- left the house wearing my shirt inside out. Was wondering what happened to all those damn buttons...
Mail recall
One, I'm taking back your birthday present. Kief's too good for you. Also, with the horrendous mail system, I can't have him sitting all packed up in his box in some foreign mailroom for god knows how long. He will now be chained to my bed until I'm ready to have my way with him. You are more than welcome to visit him, but only after you finally get that damn DVD. :p
Meggy... is it there yet? Cuz, Sugarbear, I'm dying for you to watch those eps. I'm more giddy about you finally seeing them than I am about the actual show. Dude, that's like a scary lot, too. ;)
I am not bitter... all the time
That last entry was not a long rant. And I do not spend all my time being bitter and snarking on people. I don't. No, really... I don't.
Besides, that 4-year long rant was an aberration. Will never happen again.
What do I look like -- a girl?
What do you mean I should bring TWO dresses??? *head explodes* Dammit, Jenai!
|| posted by Pooh at 9:55 AM ... ||
Monday, July 07, 2003
Sleepy... so sleepy
Managed to get up at 4:30 AM, got my ass to work by 6 AM, got down to Philly by 7:30 AM, left Philly at 4:30 PM, got home by 6:30 PM.
I'm pooped.
And I'm tired and sore all over. I need someone to give me a nice massage. *looks at hot men*
We spent the entire day in a Philly hospital. Boooring. Except that we got to play with real human tissue. You know... human organs just look so... real. It was dirty, messy, and just a bit stinky.
But.
I got to wear scrubs all day. Hee. That was fun. I looked damn cute, too, if I may take a moment to be incredibly, superficially narcissistic. :p It was more fun than wearing my labcoat. All I was missing was a stethoscope and a badge. And, you know, some really cute single doctors. *sigh*
Damn was it exhausting. I think I started dozing at least a dozen times on the way back, and kept jerking myself awake every time the car changed speeds and my head snapped to the side. This was bad, of course, since I was sitting in my boss's car. It's not good to fall asleep when you're with the boss. Especially when there's the risk of snoring. Baaaad. But what could I do??? It was raining and dreary. The ride was really smooth. And she had the ac turned on high. *siiiigh* This is going to suck when we start making this trip regularly -- at least every other Monday. :(
I'm so tired, I don't even know if I have the strength or lucidity to read Rach's 'Fourteen Days.' Crazy, I know!! I almost gave up hope that the fic would finish writing itself. Heh. But dang it. This means I can't personally kick Rach's ass for slacking when we get together in Chicago. Less than 2 weeks, dude. (And what do you mean I need to bring a dress!!!! Damn. It. What the hell's a 'dress' anyway?)
Because I can
(Rambling pissy rant on Thing 1. Proceed with caution, especially those sensitive to "FamilySnark")
Sorry, just really need to get this off my chest.
Yes, I'm a bitch.
Let's just get that out of the way. I was. I am. I always will be. And because of this, I can laugh and mock my sister for the predicament she got herself into. Why? Because as the eldest, I have a right to do so. And because SHE got HERSELF into her OWN. STUPID. MESS.
Also because when we were growing up, everyone kept gushing about how she was so wonderful and sweet and generous and kind.
All of those, my ASS!
To continue from her situation last night, she just does not know when to stop digging her own fucking hole. She didn't get in until 11:30 PM, right as I was getting into bed. Apparently, she came home alone, dropped off the car, ran into the bathroom, did her thing, ran out of the house.
And this is what I heard from Thing 2 tonight. The Mom and Dad each told her separately, so I don't think they were embellishing just to scare the rest of the kids. (PoohMom and PoohDad barely talk to each other, see...) PoohMom deliberately waited up for Thing 1 to come home. When she ran out of the house, PoohMom followed her (because PoohDad isn't quite as vindictive as the PoohMom, who I love dearly, heh). Thing 1 was spotted running down the block, in the middle of the night, by herself. Yes, we live in hicksville, white trash surburban Jersey where the crime rate in our neighborhood is like... zilch, but still...
Where was she headed? To the local Dunkin Donuts, a good 20 blocks and a bit of local highway away. Running. In the middle of the night. ALONE. Why? Because she dropped off JackassManSlut there to wait for her. PoohMom, being quite a remarkable woman who doesn't take shit from any of her daughters despite the enormous amount of shit we often try to overwhelm her with, got in the car and followed her. Then PoohMom being PoohMom, forced her into the car and drove her to the Local ManSlut Hideaway.
Sidenote: What kind of jackass would let himself be dropped off at some Dunkin Donut at midnight and let his Bitch drive home and WALK all the way back by herself? Did I mention 20 blocks and a span of highway? -- A Fucking Jackass Who Is Up To No Damn Good.
PoohMom then waited outside and insisted JackassManSlut come outside to meet her. Which he refused. Over and over. Dude. REFUSED.
Re-Fucking-Fused!!!!
Sidenote 2: What kind of ASS would refuse to come out and at least introduce himself to my mother, especially when my sister has already been introduced to his parents, who she called "good people"? A JACKASS WHO IS DEFINITELY UP TO NO DAMN FUCKING GOOD. And no offense, but what kind of parents would raise their kid to be such a FUCKING JACKASS. Hell, my parents did all right on 3/4 kids. And even if Thing 1 ends up being a complete bitch to our parents, at least she was taught to treat other people's parents with respect. Although every time strangers and extended family members say that she's a really good girl, I just laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and...
Yes, this is a Pot and Kettle moment, dammit. I admit it wholeheartedly.
Finally, he came out, and wouldn't even answer PoohMom's questions directly. She said he didn't even address her as Mrs. PoohMom. Or anything at all. Dude. JackassManSlut needs to learn some R-E-S-P-E-C-T. And when she asked him where he was from and what kind of person he was to let his "friend" leave him at Dunkin Donuts and walk back by herself in the middle of the goddamn night... his only response was a non-response. So the PoohMom was more pissed that the JackassManSlut couldn't even manage an inkling of respect and shame to address her when speaking to her (or bother to work up the effort to come out and greet her) than anything else, although I'd like to note that at this point, my entire family (extended included) would like Thing 1's "ex"- boyfriend back in the family. Thing 1 can join whatever family she wants.
Because, seriously... the only thing my mom got out of JackassManHo was that he's from a rich neighborhood in Jersey, and is basically broke (this last part was told to me by Thing 1 herself, who is "supporting" him). I'm sorry, but if I'm going to support a ManWhore, he needs to be at least somewhat good-looking and respectful to the PoohRents. PoohDad didn't go with the PoohMom, or else JackassManPerv would have found himself reborn as JackHEADManHo with his body permanently reconfigured. He's convinced that the ManHo is only using her, and so far, he hasn't exhibited any behavior to prove otherwise (the only time Thing 1 calls for her car is when HE wants to go somewhere, and then he never helps pay for anything) or made any gestures to ingratiate himself to our family. As it is, Thing 1 better not think about coming home for at least a month. Ever since she moved to NYC, she's been totally fucked up.
How fucked up? SHE started crying when the PoohMom was questioning JerkoffManWhore, and saying that she hated PoohMom and that everyone was against her. Um, hello? Who lied to the PoohMom's face, and then tried to deny it? PoohMom finally decided to punish her by confiscating her car. Refusal, followed by more crying, and finally being left keyless. (Stupid girl has even been refusing to give us a copy of her apartment key for emergencies ever since she moved out.) Dude, it's her own fault. The only time she ever acknowledges us is when she needs her car. We refuse to cater to her whims now. Plus, she has no car now. And the last time the PoohMom threatened to take her car away, which was yesterday afternoon over the phone when we first got proof of her lie, Thing1 demanded the PoohRents pay her back for the last two years' worth of insurance money. To which the PoohMom told her to pay her back the total amount of the car since Thing 1 was supposed to buy her own car which the PoohMom ended up paying for herself. So, see... it's actually PoohMom's car, which may be Pooh's Car, if she keeps misbehaving. PoohDad didn't tell her, but if she gets her act together and starts behaving properly, she just may get access to her car again. To that, Pooh says: Fat chance of that happening.
And PoohBro saw Thing 1 today. When he asked what happened, she simply remarked that the PoohMom yelled at her.
*SIGH* She can't even take responsibility for her own actions. It's never her fault; it's always my mom's fault.
As the eldest - who has sacrificed a lot because of the unfortunate birth order - I find her behavior just shockingly appalling. But I think it kinda answers the question as to why I have a hard time finding a boyfriend. In fact, I think it's all a subconcious effort on my part to sabotage any external actions which may encourage finding said Boyfriend.
It all boils down to one thing: WHY in God's name would I subject any innocent to my family?
Because in the end, I'll most definitely end up with NiceGuy, and that would be horrible. For him. I just can't do that to a Mr. NiceGuy. I may be a bitch, but I'm not that mean. *sigh*
So now it's either "Hello, new wonderful family willing to adopt the Pooh" OR "Hello, bitter spinsterhood and 50 stray cats." I think you know which one I would chose. ;)
Okay. You're all safe now. :)
|| posted by Pooh at 8:45 PM ... ||
Sunday, July 06, 2003
To Lancer:
How'd the flight go? I'm assuming since you tagged recently, that you're still alive and in one piece. For that, I thank you. I was dreading the prospect of giving One (or any of your other potential wives, for that matter) any bad news. :p
|| posted by Pooh at 10:56 PM ... ||
I don't really want to talk about it.
After ranting to One about it, I'm still peeved, and I just want it to be over with. All this stress and pissiness is bad for the heart.
Let's just say that tomorrow, some jackass RA at Columbia -- who was disrespectful, condescending, and sounded suspicously... very un-PC (don't you dare give me attitude while using phrases like "you people," "regular people," "normal people") -- is going to get his ass kicked when we file a complaint with the director of my brother's hs summer program. We don't care if they have stupid ass rules that make absolutely no sense. We're fine with those. Kindly, politely, and respectfully inform us. But when you mock my Mom and then give us attitude, especially when as an RA you are an employee and representative of the school and the program, you deserve to get my foot (and various other crude implements) up your ass. Thing 2 and I wouldn't have cared if he had just directed his apalling social skills at us. We can deal with it, because we can -- and most definitely will -- give it right back. But when you target the PoohMom - the paying customer - all hell will break loose.
And so it begins tomorrow.
Not that the director of the program will survive unscathed, either. For the amount of money the PoohRents are paying for this piddly 4-week, no credit program, it's ridiculously disorganized. Hell, when I was teaching a class for my current school's high school program (7 weeks and a hell of a lot cheaper), it was overplanned and ran without a hitch. But the Columbia program is an overpriced babysitting service - one where the babysitter ignores the kids and makes out with the boyfriend on the couch for the entire night. Those RAs are partly paid per student and are supposed to be planning social activities for the kids. So far, the only activities that have taken place were planned by the students themselves. For the 4th of July, they sent the kids out to see the fireworks by themselves. They have absolutely nothing planned, even on the weekends. They merely tell the kids to do whatever and send them out into the city by themselves. The kids don't even have to sign out or tell anyone where they're going. And the first day of the program, some of the RAs didn't even know whether there would be an actual orientation for the kids. They can't even answer simple questions like how one would go about getting internet access or a school email account (in order to use the computer labs for class). Some fucking training. They're clueless and disrespectful.
What. The. Fuck.
Not to mention the nasty living conditions. The bro's floor was dirty with sticky spots. The garbage can was full with food wrappers, tissue, and I think I remember some condom wrappers. Not only is that incredibly unhygienic, it's no way to make a first impression. There was "allegedly" one vaccuum for three high-rise dorms, and the closest we got to seeing it was a nasty broom and dustpan. I'm stunned, shocked, and pissed at them. Never in my life would I have suspected that such a prestigious school could be so filthy - both in accommodations and in personnel.
Now, more and more, I thank my lucky stars that I wasn't fooled by the Ivy League status (hell, even my current stupid school was eligible for that status), and decided against going there.
*deep breathe*
Okay, so I guess I kinda did talk about it a little bit.
Here's something else I need to rant about: Thing 1.
She is... quite honestly... a bitch and a half. I do not say it with any affection, because she's starting to piss me off even more than a sibling is allowed to. She went away to "the shore" for the holiday weekend. When we dropped off her car for her, she was alone, looked the Mom straight in the eye, and swore that she was only going with a girl friend. Even after the Mom told her to tell the truth, she still insisted this was the case.
Fat fucking chance. She was out with her manslut, some jackass co-worker who is broke, pulling a Dawson with one of his other female friends, and I'm pretty sure is partly using her because she's so generous with her money. And I'm also pretty sure that when the Mom dropped off her car at the bus stop for her (she commutes in from NYC and keeps her car at home), that her "friend" was waiting somewhere else in the parking lot.
The only time she ever calls home is to ask for "a favor." She postponed coming home tonight until 10PM, when she's supposed to drop off the car at home and Thing 2 will drive her to the bus stop. Only she just called about 10 minutes ago, saying she was still on the road (from God knows where because she refused to tell us where she was the entire weekend) and that she didn't want to come home, for us to pick up her car wherever she decides to leave it. Why? Because she's with ManSlut. Shocker! Even after we called her on the lie she told the Mom, she still refused to admit that she lied.
Um... WHAT?????!!!!
So now I have no clue what she's going to do. Probably drop off her ManSlut at the bus stop, come home, drop off her car, and then have one of us drive her back. She had the nerve to tell us that even though she always gets us to pick up/drop off her car at her every whim, that WE owe her favors.
Seriously. I just want to bitchsmack her so badly. And then I want to pack up my stuff and just move somewhere. To the mountains or my own private island. Far far far far far away from people. And now I must stop before I give myself hypertension and a stroke.
And because not everything sucks
I bought a MP3 player today. From CompUSA. *hangs head in shame* I know. I suck. Badly. But there was a $20 rebate, so how could I resist? So see...? Happy Pooh. I'm not even going to rant about the cashier who gave me attitude even though she was the one who insisted that the rebate offer was expired (when it so was not). Because... you know... HappyPooh. Or something.
Oh wait. I have to be at work by 6 AM tomorrow because I'm spending the day in Philly with the boss, doing some clinicals in a hospital. Sigh.
I need a strong drink now...
|| posted by Pooh at 9:37 PM ... ||
So what else is new?
I am pissed.
Beyond pissed.
Must go fume.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:21 PM ... ||
Saturday, July 05, 2003
I'm finally back
The BBQ from FamilyHell turned out to be not so bad, and almost close to "normal." Of course, I only say that because hardly anyone asked when I was going to find myself a boyfriend (well, not until much later). They were too busy gossiping about one of my cousins, his wife, and their marital issues. Phew. Hey, as long as I'm not the target, gossip away.
Somehow they managed to talk me into spending the night, which I was very unprepared for. Wearing contacts and being practically blind without them is just such a huge hassle in impulsive sleepover decisions. But I worked around it. The PoohRents left me there, without a definite way to get home, but it was nice hanging out with my cousins again. We ended up watching The Pianist. Very good movie, although also very disturbing. Pretty cool to see Emilia Fox in it, though. Especially after seeing her in two eps of Coupling S3. It's Georgiana Darcy! Heh.
And this morning, I got a new outfit just by sleeping over. Love when people give you new, unworn clothes, just because they can't wear them. Especially when they're a brand you don't normally buy. But here's how incredibly screwed up my family is, specifically when it comes to that whole nuturing aspect. A bunch of us got in another cousin's new Beemer to drive three blocks to a third cousins new house. My lovely, wonderful, loving mother told me that I should sit in the front - supposedly because the Pooh is the "fattest" out of all those going. Ok, so she didn't say it in so many words, and she was busy grossing me out by teasing me and hugging me (um, hello? how old am I? please stop) at the same time she was snarking on me... but HRMPH! And then this morning, the cousin whose house I stayed the night, pulled out brand new jeans and T-shirt from A|X. Ok, first, the jeans were in double digits, which scared the shit out of me, and she kept reassuring me that they ran small. They were still a bit big, so that made me feel all sorts of warm fuzzies. And then she made me all hormonally weepy when she said she helped give me a makeover (new clothes count as a "makeover" when it comes to the Pooh, okay, yeesh) but she really didn't need to do much. Aw. I always did like her. Unlike the PoohMom. Hrmph. Hrmph. Hrmph.
Hrmph.
But seriously... PoohMom needs to quit hugging me and slobbering all over me in public. That's just embarrassing. I get it. You love me. Get over it.
Anyway, talked Thing 2 to come pick me up since the cousins were trying to get me to stay an extra night - and really, who can blame them? :P But I was getting sick of getting the opposite treatment that I thought I would be getting. Instead of "when are you getting a boyfriend," I was getting "you look lovely; you're such a great daughter; blah blah blah." Ugh. Really. Stop. All this emotional lovey-dovey mushy family stuff is just... WRONG!
And wouldn't you know it. Right before Thing 2 and I were about to step out the door and leave the holiday weekend behind, I get asked about G-Spot (tm Trix). Dude. What could I say? I'm a freaking idiot who just... forgot? That sounds so incredibly... stupid. Well, okay, it was pretty stupid, but now it's been... um... awhile... so I feel even dumber trying to get back in touch. *sigh* I don't know. Suck it up and email him back (finally)? Or just continue on my anti-social ways? I already got the "he's not bad looking; he's really smart; he's doing very well professionally" speech. Blah blah blah. That's all fine and stuff, but hello, let's get to the really important question: is