Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Okay, so... I got in the car after work and let out a HUGE scream... and now I feel a hundred times better. After Monday's LI detour, today really should have been expected.
Continue reading for Mexico rant, or skip to the not so bitter stuff.
1. You already know about the frantic PG rush Friday morning. Well... DJ (aka Dr. J, aka Dumbass-J) should have known better about trying to get the PG onboard, but hey, it was worth a try. HOWEVER, he was responsible for the precious Pooh laptop (the main one I do all my programs and stuff on at work), the one that's necessary to get data off the controllers we use. This guy's got a med degree, so he's smart, but he has absolutely no other kind of sense. Why did he think he could get away with trying to bring three carryons onto the plane? Apparently, he refused to check in his luggage, and he just absolutely needed his own laptop, so the Pooh laptop got checked in when they wouldn't let him carry it on with him. Ok. Let's think about this... the ONLY laptop with the necessary software on it... yeah, let's throw it into the cargo of the plane. Pffft. So... who was surprised when they LOST the laptop? Of course, not me... or J... or anyone else. That meant, without the software needed, they couldn't save data from the controller. Luckily, they found the laptop on Monday on their way back home. If they hadn't, Pooh might have exploded and taken as many people as possible with her.
2. The whole purpose of trying to get to Mexico as early as possible on Friday was so they could set up the equipment. But after they got there, the only thing they decided to do was check to make sure all the equipment was there. No testing to make sure everything was still working. So raise your hand if you're shocked that the equipment wasn't working early Saturday morning when they tried to start the experiments. Yeah... that's what I thought. They spent two hours trying to get everything working and lost one of the cases because they weren't ready. Dumb.
3. All our controllers are modified so they can run different parameters and so we can collect data from them. J and I checked and ran everything before we packed them. Luckily, we packed two controllers, because apparently, one of them "didn't work." What the ---! They kept insisting that we were either missing some wires or had too many wires or something stupid like that, and that when they tried to fix them, the soldering iron we had packed wouldn't work. And then they had the nerve to say they wish they had the wiring schematic so they could figure out what was what. Okay... HELLO! J printed out a schematic for them before they left. And in color, even. Oh, and they weren't prepared at all because they forgot they might need converters for the outlets. Stupid.
4. They finally got one controller to work. Yippee for them. Each controller is connected to the laptop through this little electronic box and a data acquisition card. Another thing they bitched about was that the box kept shorting out the controller and they couldn't use it. Which is the dumbest bitch ever because they didn't even have the laptop or the daq card to connect to the box and the controller. Without those, how in the hell can they honestly say the box kept fucking with the controller? Seriously. I printed out the directions on how to connect everything, so there's no excuse for them not knowing that they're stupid.
5. The PG we had rushed to find and order for them? Never got to them. They ended up using a supply someone else had found for them. So yeah... the few hours of frantic panic and a million phone calls... a fucking waste of time. The bottle of PG is probably still sitting on the hospital receiving dock, dammit.
6. VanWilder - one of the people I just want to grab and shake silly - apparently contaminated everything. EVERYTHING. There were horror stories that he touched the tissue with/without his gloves, put on/took off the gloves, touched everything with/without the gloves on... EWWWWWW!!!!! Dude. WE WARNED EVERYONE. We told them. If there was anyone who had "note-taker/scribe/clean person for the week" tattooed to his/her forehead, it would be him. That guy's taken the same biohazard training courses as all of us, and for some reason, he just doesn't get it. I don't know what his problem is, but seriously... he needs to get some common-fucking-sense. So of course, the first order of business when we went through the equipment that's trickled back to the lab was to disinfect everything. Ugh. Nasty.
7. When they said "WE" have to unpack all the equipment to make sure everything's back... and "WE" have to check all the equipment to make sure they're still working... and "WE" still need to repack all the equipment for Philadelphia on Monday... I think -- THINK, but of course, nowhere near certain -- that "THEY" meant "Pooh and J." Bastards. Packing is the pits, but unpacking sucks huge Sloane balls.
8. When they found out they had "lost" the Pooh laptop, they were going to try installing the software on someone else's laptop. Sounds like a good idea, no? Except they only had the software disc available. The actual program they needed? Only copy was on the Pooh laptop. Dumbasses.
9. We were told to start analyzing and compiling all the data they collected in Mexico. We, as in J and Pooh. First order of business, organizing the pictures of all the tissue sections they were supposed to take so I could do the measurement analysis when they came back. Okay... I don't know how many times I've told them how to take the picture, but how difficult is it to remember to snap the anterior, posterior, and top-view of each section? Because really... when I glanced through the pictures, there were like 7 or 8 of ONE side view of each section. Every ten or so sections, there would be one section that had both the anterior and posterior views taken. So out of 100 sections, only maybe 4 of them had the two out of the three necessary pics taken. I seriously think they were trying to screw with me by doing that. Like "oooh... wait... one pic.. two pic... ahhh... nah, let's forget about the third pic for this section just to get Pooh's hopes up." **deep breath** Okay, so I can work with one good pic per section, but you'd think in order to do that, they would have gotten a person who knew how to use the digicam to actually take the pictures. 90% of those stupid pics were either too dark or too blurry to use. Dammit. And then... we had packed a mini-tripod for them so each picture could be about the same for measurement calibration. But NO! Let's not do that, because Pooh needs busy work and she can calibrate each fucking picture individually when she does the measurements. Fucktards.
10. Next thing to do was go through all the temperature data they collected since they didn't have any data from the controller. Opened up the data files, and... WTF. Where the fuck was the timestamp for the twenty columns of data? Bastards had used the WRONG FUCKING PROGRAM to collect data!!!!!!!!!!!! FlyersBoss was there with me, and noticed they had used the wrong program, too. Thank God he didn't go with them because I'd really hate to have to strangle him, too. You know, I probably wouldn't have been so pissed if I hadn't written out, in very specific terms, how to set up the program for data collection. I put a shortcut on the desktop, told them which folder the program was in just in case it didn't show up on the desktop, gave them my username AND password (*pets slutty password, since everyone and their grandmother has it now*) if they needed to get to the desktop in my account, and hell... even wrote out a list of potential problems and how to troubleshoot every single fucking one of them. It was practially an InstructionalPooh, in paper form. So yeah... I was just a teeny itty bitty upset when I opened those files. BUT the best part? When Boss emailed me to say that she thought the program was supposed to have a timestamp, which it didn't have, and that next time, we should make sure the program has a timestamp. Okay... I just... I'm going to... I wanna... I can't... **SHOOTS SELF**
11. And then when I tried to do the image analysis, I couldn't sit still. I was literally trying to crawl out of my skin. I was in PAIN. Not quite sure what happened there, but it might have had something to do with a mental breakdown. All I know is when I got up to pick up a printout from the printer and needed to walk by the front door, I had to fight the urge to walk out the door, keep going, and not stop until I got to California or Canada or Florida or wherever. Argh. The scream at the end of the day helped relieve the need to smack everyone, but I still feel like I can put on my shoes and just... go.
Slacking off
Thank goodness for ameoba work friends. We've decided that no matter how many instruction manuals we prepared for them, they would have never looked at them because we're just ameobas and therefore, nobodies. Because of the pure exasperation and frustration of the day, neither J nor I wanted to actually do any work. You know what that mentality is like: why should we analyze all your stupid data if you didn't even follow the explicit directions we gave you to collect the CORRECT data. Fuck it. We kept trying to find time to slack off because we were both about to go psycho over it. I think today we went beyond potty-mouth to being able to embarrass sailors. Almost had to wash my mouth out with soap during work. That's how upsetting today was.
1. We spent some time going through our astrological charts. Heh. The short version. The detailed version. The extended forecast. Compatibility tests for all the interns... Yay! We're all compatible! Also checked out our energy meters. Surprisingly, today was a good day for love, but a bad day for "attitude." LOL
2. We also took a couple of Cosmo quizzes online. What's your sexy vibe? **hangs head in embarrassment** Pooh's a G-rated gal. Heh. Like that's a shocker.
3. We checked out the top 50 bachelors in the country, went through all their pics, and snarked on pics/questionnaires. **snert** Pooh didn't see any interesting guys, so Kiefer can now breathe a sigh of relief. Hee!
4. J had the funniest story about an ex IM'ing her when she was on the computer during class, the ex's use of a webcam for EVIL purposes, and about a guy in her class who IM'ed her to ask when she was going to invite him over to her place and cook dinner for him. Dude... lmfao.
5. We then spent the last half hour at work playing on Friendster, and shopping for flashdrives and digicams.
Thank god for those mini-mental breaks during work. Ended up bringing some of the work home with me because there was absolutely no way I was going to stay late to work on it, but you know... pfffffffft to that now. Unfortunately, we do it all again tomorrow, AND there's that aggravating tech meeting to go to. This week needs to end right now. Please?
|| posted by Pooh at 7:31 PM ... ||
Friends... boyfriends... random strangers....
I WANT TO CRY!
... and go on a murderous rampage...
|| posted by Pooh at 4:00 PM ... ||
Oh boy.
For those of you who enjoy hearing about the PoohWorkHijinks....
You're going to LOVE the entry I'm currently formulating in my head, which will be posted probably this evening after said Work. Oh, you know you want it....
|| posted by Pooh at 11:39 AM ... ||
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
I LOVE THIS SHOW!
Weeeee! 24 is back!!!
KIEFER!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tony/Michelle4Eva&Eva&Eva!!!!!!!!!!
KIEFER!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pooh/Kiefer4Eva!!!!!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:26 PM ... ||
*kicks server*
*huggles blog*
*sobs happy tears* Aww, my baby waby bloggie woggie's back!
Thank goodness, too, because I got a phone call this morning from J, updating me on TeamMexico. And...
Oh.
My.
God.
I don't know whether to be upset...
Or laugh my ass off.
Feel just a tad guilty and bad for them...
Or laugh my ass off.
Be horrified at what they've done to all my equpiment...
Or laugh my ass off.
Want to smack something/someone...
Or Laugh. My. Fucking. Ass. Off.
I'll tell you one thing I'm not, and that's shocked, because really... who didn't see any of that coming? And no... I am still not bitter about it, even though if J and I had gone... blah blah blah. :P
But now that the bloggie's back... I can't truly laugh my ass off because I just read One's blog and now I'll all squee-y and mushy and sappy for her and for all Hopeless Secret Romantics out there (there's a cure, darn it! there's gotta be one! pretty please?)... and that SO takes priority over the urge to snark. Damn the mush! Just damn it. Grrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:43 PM ... ||
Oh man.
Thing2 gave me a cd of Chinese songs to try to get me into the mood for Hong Kong. (Yeah, don't ask. Still don't know 1) if it's a go, or 2) exactly when) Okay... I can't understand like 80% of the words, 'cuz you know, I suck. But there's one song, and loosely translated, is something about "Mr. Good (or Close) Enough." LMFAO. Yeah, that's like the only song I actually understood. Hmmm... that's... kinda bad, right? Especially after getting all sappy this week? (I blame One, by the way, for supporting and encouraging it.)
Oh, cruddy. Forgot to watch this week's Alias again. :( But Kiefer was on Leno tonight, and he was totally working that white shirt. So, you know... priorities. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 1:33 AM ... ||
Monday, March 29, 2004
Aeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
*pulls hair*
Who's a dumbass? Who. Is. A. Fucking. Dumbass. Okay, you're looking at ONE of them. And I'd have to say, it wasn't entirely our fault. *kicks VanWilder*
Got to work this morning, thought we'd have an easy day because TeamBitch is taking all of today to come back home and everyone else we normally deal with is in Atlanta for a national training seminar. J and I knew we were going to Long Island to drop something off at one of our outsource houses. No problemo. We got the directions and everything off mapquest and were ready to go. Ran into R, asked if he wanted to join us. Okay. Good. The three of us, on our way to LI. Cool. No problems.
Except... you knew there would be. The exit we needed on the highway was closed and there were NO detour signs, and we ended up on the Turnpike. Then instead of crossing over at the Lincoln Tunnel, we trekked all the way up to the GWB. Okay, no biggie. We can work with that. Except... the directions on mapquest doesn't even mention any Hudson River crossings. D'oh! Got to midtown Manhattan and couldn't find the LIE, because really... who in their right mind actually wants to go to LI unless they live there. Went the wrong way, turned around, finally found the Midtown Tunnel to get to the LIE. Luckily, J was driving, and let me tell you... Louisiana drivers are truly something. Her big thing was giving a cute little giggle and a "I'm not from around here!" and then ZOOM! cut across three lanes to get to the exit at the last second. Heh. I was fearing for my life, yo. Finally got all the way to LI, and were very excited because VanWilder had constantly gushed about "these guys" who lived in these "great million dollar houses" and "worked out of their garage." Okay... except when we finally found the place... it was CRAP! To be fair, all it really needed was a new coat of paint and maybe some landscaping, but it really wasn't much to be impressed by. Carried the heavy Something to the door, waited... and....
Him: "Oh.... you brought it to the wrong place. Our lab is actually in Jersey."
............... ????????? *stare, stare, stare, body language, telepathic swearing, stare stare stare* ??????? .................
Us: "What?"
When we told him VanWilder had sent us, he didn't seem TOO shocked that we ended up at the wrong place. OR that it took us 3 hours to get there. ARGH! Hey, we get that VanWilder might have been distracted, but seriously.... Anyway, the guy took the stuff from us and we started to go back to work. Except curiosity got the better of us, and we somehow NEEDED to see this "gorgeous, wonderful, spectacular, million dollar house" and ended up trying to find the real place. In Jersey. And... ok... the only thing that was expensive about this place? The property taxes. We were so not impressed. Looked just like any ol' upper-middle class suburb. Not even a McMansion in sight. Hrmph. Also... their garage needed paint, too. Heh.
The thing is... VanWilder had given J a printout of an email. On the email was a handwritten note to bring the Stuff to So-And-So. There was a photocopy of So-And-So's business card, with the LI addy listed on it. The second page, which no one looked at because it was the second freaking page... had a quick hand-drawn map, and in tiny letters, a NJ address. Now... when VanWilder handed the email to J, he didn't tell her which address to go to. Also, she spent all of Thursday telling people -- people who have gone to said company, including VanWilder and FlyersBoss -- that she was going to LI on Monday. Everyone said they heard, and no one corrected her. So why would we think our trip to LI would actually be a detour to the right place? The real place actually wasn't too far from work, and what should have been a 3 hour trip max, turned into a SEVEN hour trip around the NJ/NY/LI area.
So, yeah... we were dumbasses, but you know, we're just freaking ameoba interns and it wasn't entirely our faults. We finally stopped at a nearby mall to grab some lunch (at 3 PM, after having starved since 9 AM), and tried to decide whether to tell anyone what happened. This is important since we need to decide whether we want to be reimbursed for the almost $20 in tolls paid during our Trip. There was the embarrassment factor to consider, you know. The only thing we ended up agreeing on was that internships are learning experiences, and because education is priceless, $20 is but a small price to pay. But other than that, the story will probably get out because it was funny as hell.
Onto more superficial things....
1. I wore my hair down to work for the first time this year because it was the only day I knew I wouldn't have any real work to do. When people start telling me how cute it looks, that's when I know it's time for a haircut. But because getting a haircut is such a traumatic experience for me, I'm now all confused about how short I want to go.
2. I think _ might have a crush on me, which, if true, is only cute because he's really just a kid. I'm usually great at noticing this stuff when it involves other people, but I'm totally clueless when it has to do with me. Maybe it's a self-esteem issue or a modesty issue, but you really need to drop an anvil on my head or smack me silly before I Get It. So you know, I'm not absolutely sure, but there must be some kind of vibes in order for me to have "sensed" it. Or... maybe I'm just starting to feel desperate? Or maybe it was the sandwich I had for lunch.... Bah.
3. Umm... playing around with the webstats, and noticed someone had gotten to the site through the forums on prison-online.com. Uhhhh..... If it's one of you, trying to mess with me... Yeah... Very funny.... I think. *smap* (ETA: Just checked the IP, and it's based in China. Ermm... that's just very wrong. If it's a He, he can definitely NOT be on the shortlist for FutureHusband. Just wanted to make it perfectly clear.)
|| posted by Pooh at 7:44 PM ... ||
Sunday, March 28, 2004
Ok. Confession time.
I wasn't really paying attention during Alias. Saw something about Vaughn/Lauren... then Vaughn/Syd... then a Vaughn/Lauren/Syd thing, and you know.... meh.
I heard I didn't miss much, but we'll see when I watch my tape later.
Snark? You betcha! I was way too nice last week, which was quite understandable. But this week? I've got the itch.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:36 PM ... ||
You know what's scary?
Like, horrifyingly ridiculously freakish scary?
Went food shopping today. Except for the two boxes of frozen pizza (sale! woohoo!), everything -- EVERYTHING -- I bought was healthy. H-E-A-L-T-H-Y. I had to look it up in a dictionary to check the spelling, 'cuz, you know... that word isn't in my vocabulary.
Enjoy the rest of the day, people. The world as we know it is about to come to an end...
|| posted by Pooh at 4:51 PM ... ||
Morning! Morning! Morning!
Bit of advice: If you're planning on, or trying to sleep in late... it's always good to make sure the alarm clock isn't set for 6:30 AM. Heh.
It's not so bad when it's set on the radio instead of the annoying, heart attack-inducing beeps. But when you only get an hour and a half of sleep and then can't fall back asleep again... That's not so much of the good. Also didn't help that I felt like I had a low-grade hangover. I blame laughing so hard right before bed. All those damn endorphins overloading my system. Of course, I'm entirely at fault for being so easily amused.
Or something.
*huggles Max and Squidferd for going to bed with me last night (even though I'm not that kind of girl)*
lmfao.
Ok... off to take over the world now.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:04 AM ... ||
Saturday, March 27, 2004
So....
Couldn't get the roomie to wake up to go with me today. Couldn't get the to-be-married-but-really-already-married friend to go with me, because her fiance/husband didn't feel like going to the city today. (Married people who can't do things separately SUCK, yo) Other friend is out of town this week. And didn't feel like going with any of the other single guy friends I have here (actually, don't feel much like doing anything with them alone... sad, but true) In the end, went to the city solo.
Oh man. I haven't been to the AMNH in forever. I think I've gone twice before in my life, with the last time around... 10? 12? years old. And every time I go, the first places I must visit are the dinosaurs and the hall of ocean life for the huge blue whale hanging from the ceiling. The whale was just as I remembered. The dinosaurs... not so much... but that might have been because they had closed off one wing. Less dinosaurs is BAD. Over all, the place feels pretty much the same as I remembered, except for the space center, which I've never been to before. Though fun, it probably wasn't quite as fun as it was back when I was... 10. The little kids there were a hoot. One little girl spent a good ten minutes telling a triceratop story, and it was just too cute. Also went to the Mexico/Central America exhibit. Almost felt like I was really there... except without the Jose Cuervo. Bah.
Ended up missing a phone call while I was there. But since I've never seen that number before... 775? Where's that? Nevada or something? HUH? *boggles* Whatever.
In the end, I spent a good 7 hours in the city by myself, and I've come to this conclusion: It was the absolutely worst time of my life. I can be the suckiest company ever. lmfao. So in order to rectify that, I got some friends.
Awww. I was so tired when I got back, but then there was an Au Bon Pain close to where I parked the car, so now I'm high on my mocha blast. Which is why I've named all my friends, too. Trust me. I don't normally name my stuffed animals. Honest. That's Fifi the Manatee, Sheldon the Turtle, BooBoo the Panda, and Max the T-Rex. Aren't they adorable?
*cough*
Um... yeah. So anyway... next time, I think I'll take my ass over to the Met for some kulture and sophistimacation.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:11 PM ... ||
:-(
Why is it when I suggest doing something fun, people start getting suspicious?
Me: Hey, you doing anything today?
Thing 1: Why?
Me: I'm thinking about coming into the city today.
Thing 1: Why?
Me: No reason.
Thing 1: Why?
Me: Because walking around the city is the only way I'll actively get any exercise.
Thing 1: What?
Me: I wanna go to the museum, dumbbutt.
Thing 1: .......Why?
Me: Because.
Thing 1: Whyyyyyy?
Me: Because I haven't been there in years.
Thing 1: So... why?
Me: Because it'll be fun.
Thing 1: .... What's 'Thing 2' doing?
Me: I don't know. Something with balloons and her pharmacy thing.
Thing 1: Oh. Um... why do you want to go again?
Me: Because I'm supposed to be in Mexico this weekend, dammit. And I'm NOT. So I want to do something interesting.
Thing 1: ........why?
Me: I just wanted to see if you wanted to go with me since you already live there.
Thing 1: Uh, not really.
Me: Then why didn't you just say that!
Which led to a hair-pulling, smackity-smack, name-calling, drag-'em-out verbal sister fight over the phone over why she had to waste my time. Okay... not really. 'Cuz I love her and stuff and she doesn't ever exasperate me. Ever.
I'd ask the roomie to go with me, but - SURPRISE! - he's still asleep. Hmmm. I wonder if anyone else is awake right now... In any case, I'm off to play with dinosaurs!
(Hee! Forgot to charge the cell last night. Doing a quickie charge now, but so far, no calls from TeamStressedOut. Thank goodness. *knocks on wood*)
|| posted by Pooh at 11:55 AM ... ||
Friday, March 26, 2004
I just remembered.
I got a prompt to change my password on Wednesday, and now I need to change it again. Because of all the last minute troubleshooting I had to do, all the laptops were connected to the network at work, which means they now only recognize my new password. For some reason, none of my programs work for other people when they log onto the same laptops. So yeah... pretty much everyone and their mother have my new password.
No funny faces or teasing this time. I think the secret to my passwords is out. Blech. I hate being that girl. Dammit, I'm SANE. LOL. Oh, except for J, who was standing there when I told K my new password. J laughed. And laughed. And snarked. And laughed some more. And then had to unnecessarily explain to K why she was laughing. At me. Or maybe, with me, but I'm pretty sure it was still AT me. Not that she had a real reason to laugh, dammit. I made sure this new password wasn't so obvious. Damn. Not like it was "PoohKief4Eva"... which I have NEVER. EVER. used. EVER.... NEVER. No, really. Honest.
Anyway... I'm running out of boyfriend names I can use for passwords. Grrrr!
ETA:
There was one highly amusing moment today, but because everything was so crappy, I forgot all about it. During one particularly stressful hour - out of many many many hours - in a sudden out-of-the-blue, completely whatthefuck kind of moment, one of the interns offered "to make out" with me. Bwah. In front of everyone. In front of one of the work crushes, too! It was truly horrifying. The kind of embarrassment where complete silence follows and everyone's just staring at everyone else. Broken only by the work crush mocking him for using the term "make out." Of course, I declined, because the guy's barely 21 and I'd feel like a dirty cradle-robber.
But now that I think about it... maybe I shouldn't have said "no"... Hmm....
|| posted by Pooh at 7:57 PM ... ||
A funny thing happened when I woke up this morning.
Shit happened. And it was contagious. When I finally start up my own company, I'm forcing everyone to take two annual training classes: "WTF 101" and a crash course in "Oh, Shit, What Now."
Two hours spent calling all major chemical distribution companies, asking for their Mexico division, trying to find out if they had PG, getting them to ship PG ASAP to the team (who were still in flight at the time and of absolutely no help whatsoever). Those two hours trying to communicate in broken-ass awful Spanish on our parts -- that meant digging deep into our porous brains for AP Spanish 4 phrases while simultaneously using Babel Fish. Finding one company only had 4 L of PG in all of Mexico. Dude, wtf. And they needed all sorts of addresses and contact info within an hour in order to send out a PO to ship the stuff in 24 hours. Of course... NO ONE had any contact info or addresses, which meant a lot of Googling and calling said places to confirm addresses and telephone numbers (again, try doing this over the phone when no one speaks the other person's language). But that shipment wouldn't get there until noon tomorrow, which the team considered "too late," so we tried to find another company. Second company was located in Monterrey (good), except today of all days, everyone who could speak English were out and the only one left was an accountant who had no clue what products they sold. Argh. Other scenarios discussed were whether the diluted PG used in cigar shops could be purified, and whether it would be a good idea for the team to set up a homemade distillery in their hotel rooms. (Yeah....) Getting regular anti-freeze was discussed and dismissed because we were only considering higher-end anti-freeze. Oy. Even with three of us, all on the phone, commandeering the two computers in the intern area (Poor N got pushed aside so we could use her computer), it still took us forever. And just when we thought we were finished and left for lunch (Cuban, our reward to ourselves), we got more phone calls. One from the distribution company needing more info, the other from Jen who had finally landed in Houston and could field the phone calls during her layover. So that was finally taken care of. It got so ridiculous, calling all those people so many freaking times, R now has a best buddy Luis AND a girl who said he spoke horrible Spanish but sounded very cute over the phone (woohoo! girlfriend!) in Mexico.
We were finally finished! Until later in the afternoon, when ScaryBoss called to ask if we could pay the distribution company more money to ship it to them faster. Uhhh.... yeah... no. Pffft. It was crazy. J, R, and I were running all over the place and Everyone there knew what we were doing and just kept getting out of our way. Kinda funny now that I think of it. What would they have done without us? Seriously.
And it wasn't over. Not by a long shot. The Mexico trip took everything. Everything. All our equipment. And, apparently, all our software, too. And then they took backups. And backups of backups. There was absolutely nothing left in the lab that we could use for any other kind of testing. A third team planned on going to Atlanta tomorrow, and they needed one of the programs I use to collect temperature data. Had someone else told K that the program wouldn't work with the setup they left her (because all the equipment had gone down to Mexico as "BACKUP" equipment), we wouldn't have spent the rest of the afternoon troubleshooting that. We ended up trying to install another program I had modified onto her laptop. Only she was running an earlier version of the software, which wouldn't be a problem since I had made all my programs stand-alone executable files. Oh yeah.... didn't work for some odd reason. Also, all my programs were saved on the laptop they had taken down to Mexico, and the only copies I had were older versions. Not a problem. Except in order to use the older versions, she still needed the newer software, and... yup, you got it. Team Mexico: Those Bastards had taken the installation disc down to Mexico with them. WHY? Because they took two lab computers with them, and just in case one broke and they needed to buy a NEW laptop while they were there, they could install the program on it. NEVERMIND that all 7 of the people going had also taken their OWN laptops with them and they could have pre-installed the software on all of them. You know... there's being prepared, being over-prepared, and being COMPLETELY FUCKING RIDICULOUSLY INSANE.
Needless to say, I was so not amused.
So that meant another two hours of my trying to work around the outdated software version and making the program compatible with it. And when that didn't work, I had to make the programs work on the last lab laptop that was there. Unfortunately, I didn't have any copies of the sub-routines used in the stupid program, so I had to rewrite those, load everything, make sure it all worked, and then teach K how to use the entire thing. She ended up calling up the team in Mexico and telling them to bring the equipment she needed when ScaryBoss met her in Atlanta on Monday. But I was determined to make that program and that laptop my BITCH. And woohooo! It finally acknowledged the all-mighty power of the Pooh.... well, with a few kinks which could easily be ignored. Bastard. K thought it was hilarious (and in a way, it was), that I had more experience and knew more about all the software and equipment stuff than anyone there. *pats self... Good ameoba intern. Good girl.* She made us promise not to tell any of Team Bastard that I had gotten the laptop to work, because she's forcing them to bring her all the equipment anyway as punishment. I lurve her; she's my kind of people. For all our troubles, K said she wanted to nominate us for some monthly award given to all those who went above and beyond blah blah blah, but since we're just lowly ameobas, we probably couldn't be nominated. Blech. But she did say she'd take us out to lunch.
In the end... we snagged promises for three future lunch dates (the expensive kind of lunch dates), the admiration and worship of all those around us, and the satisfaction of a job well done (which they can take back and bite me). I don't even care that ScaryBoss said he's still working on taking us to Mexico when they go back next month. They can suck it. All of them. Unless they were planning on taking us, dropping us off at the hotel with some really hot guys and an unlimited supply of tequila, and letting us relax and have fun while they themselves did all the testing.
Hmm... liquor... need.some.now.
Oh, while I'm still sober and before I forget. If you AIM'ed me today, sorry I ignored you. I had signed on AIM Express at work and forgotten all about it when all the extra shit happened.
P.S. On the way home today, got stuck behind a stupid SUV. Thought there was mad traffic up ahead, but nope... 5 minutes later, dumbass decided to finally put on his hazard lights and get out of the car. In the middle lane. Of a major highway. Just stopped and got out. When I finally managed to get around him, saw that dumbass had bumped the car in front of him, and they were making a big major stink about nothing. Grrrr. Oh, and then... got stuck in bumper to bumper traffic about 10 minutes later. Good god, today was such a beyotch!
|| posted by Pooh at 7:31 PM ... ||
Arrrrrggggghhhhhhhh.
I know I've said it a bunch of times, but you know what? I AM bitter that I didn't get to go to Mexico. Why? Because then I could be on the plane right now, cleaning out the liquor supply, and not worrying about trying to troubleshoot all these stupid problems. Because that's what the really inferior ameoba interns who got left behind are for... right? To clean up your messes? Uh huh.
Also... I should have probably paid more attention during those four years of high school Spanish, huh? And maybe kept on practicing it? Because you know what happens when you make an international call, just to start the conversation with "Habla ingles?" and their response is either a "no" or just silence? Um... yeah... exactly.
Most tiring two hours I've ever had to deal with. At least it only took me two minutes to find those CO2 cartridges. Woohoo!
|| posted by Pooh at 3:10 PM ... ||
Bwah. Haha. Ha. Ha.
I wasn't planning on getting into work until late this morning because, you know, there's nothing for me to do there today and I'm over my weekly time allowance anyway. Only now I got a phone call from J.
Yesterday, while we were scrambling to get all our equipment working, everything that could have gone wrong pre-packing... did. When we mentioned this to John, the resident Mexico-trip expert who's done gone down so many times and can talk his way out of anything, he totally jinxed himself by saying that things usually went Really Wrong the day of the trip. So yeah, I guess he was right. Apparently (and I say this as if it were a shock), the airport wouldn't allow them to bring their container of hospital grade propylene glycol onto the plane. Sure, it's 100% biocompatible and you can drink the stuff (only if you're looking for a pretty strong laxative, though), but who in their freaking mind didn't see that coming? So now J's responsible for finding some PG in Mexico. Heh. I love it. The Mexico stories are already starting to come in, and their trip hasn't even really started yet.
This weekend is all about Murphy and his damn laws, it seems. Another team went down to Atlanta this weekend with a competitor's product. This thing uses a tiny CO2 cartridge, and it's out of gas. You'd think it's something they would have checked, right? We had extras in the lab, but no one knows where they are. No One also knows what it looks like. Except me. So fuck.... instead of slacking off once I get there, I need to run around finding these things. If I were in charge of this department, I'd fire everyone for being a dumbass... and then give myself a raise. Bleh.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:02 AM ... ||
oh
my
GOD!
So... a few years ago, a couple of friends from college went to Paris to make a little movie. When they came back, I was not allowed to see any of the edited versions because it "wasn't ready." Yet, I kept hearing it was pretty good. Or, in the words of the best friend from college, who did get to see an early version, it was "much better" than she thought it would be.
So, of course, imagine my complete shock to find their little movie listed on IMDB, along with an official site. Eeep! Also... lmfao because those guys crack me up.
Speaking of friends... after our crappy day of packing, R and J commandeered my computer and started messing around on Friendster. Remember that? Because I forgot I had that stupid account. Until R found it and forced me to finally finish that icky profile thing. Friends suck, yo.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:40 AM ... ||
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Yesterday afternoon, when the StressedOutBoss came by to say that she was going to get "everyone" to help pack for the Mexico trip... J and I looked at each other and made a comment along the lines of "you mean, you guys." But who were we kidding? Got to work this morning, and there was a two hour packing time request. And wouldn't you know it... all the men refused the meeting, only StressedOutBoss and Jen accepted, and J and I were keeping our options open.
So guess who ended up packing? While all the "everyone" going to Mexico just came in and out of the lab... chatting... "discussing" this or that... TALKING about needing to pack and getting shit checked out at customs... Guess who was actually trying to pack and running last minute diagnostics on the equipment?
Yeah.
OH YEAH.
BASTARDS!
Oh, we took a nice loooooooong lunch inbetween packing and packing. But in the end, it was J and I playing with the huge roll of bubble wrap and the large box of packing peanuts. Fun stuff, I tell ya. Especially the bubble wrap. Hee. We managed to get all the shit packed into the least number of boxes/suitcases possible, divided evenly, assigned to each team member, and got an equipment list for each box/person. We even wrote up little instruction pamphlets for each of the equipment setups. At the end of the day, all those fucking team members did were come by the lab to pick up their stuff. Oh, sure, they tried to flatter us by telling us what a great job we did, and how they could never have done it so well, but... PFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT!!!!!!! Nuts to them. But dude, if this engineering thing doesn't work out, we are so pimping our sevices to FedEx or UPS.
And then they had the nerve to tell us to keep our cell phones on this weekend. Yeah... What.Ever. No. I am not bitter. Even if it turned out that the real reason we weren't allowed to go was because HR "didn't feel comfortable" with us going because "what if we got into a car accident and became paralyzed... or caught some air/water/blood-borne disease... or got pricked by a needle..." or some shit, even though Legal had absolutely no problem whatsoever with us going. Anyway, now our Philly trips have been called into question because, dude... I drive there. But oh, that doesn't mean they have any qualms about sending us to Long Island on Monday to run some stupid errand. Blech.
Ugh. If I had a few hundred dollars to spare, this weekend would have been perfect for an impulsive Vegas trip. All our bosses will be gone tomorrow and Monday. That means no orders and no equipment for us to test with. That means... tomorrow, I'm going to get paid to surf the net, slack off, roll around the lab in those rolling chairs, and eat lunch. Work should be like that every day.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:49 PM ... ||
Oh! How incredibly TYPICAL!
Grrrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:57 AM ... ||
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
Fun fun day at work.
First thing that happens when I get there (oh, and oops to missing the big R&D monthly meeting.... totally slipped my mind while I was getting in my extra half hour of sleep this morning...), VanWilder grabs me to do some tongue work. Oh, yeah, you heard me right. Too bad for him, I only had old tongue to give.... which he didn't mind. At. All. Heh. But just as I finished setting that all up, FlyersBoss pulls me aside to do some quick data analysis, with a one hour deadline. Argh.
Luckily, after lunch, it was all manual labor. Packing... finishing getting stuff together for everyone else's Mexico trip... laughing at everyone who was going... getting promises from certain people to bring back good stories... snarking with Jen and Jess (hmm, I have way too many J-friends), who are going, about the trip... watching everyone get all stressed out... having a coronary every time VanWilder forgot to use gloves and touched everywhere and everything after he touched my old tongue... being convinced that I had something hanging out of my nose during lunch when a table of guy interns I've never seen before in my life kept turning to look in my direction (surely, they weren't actually looking at me, were they? eep)... restraining myself (and he knew it) everytime FlyersBoss made a crack about my hockey team, which was like every two sentences out of his mouth ("we need to get this data measured and graphed... and if the Flyers meet the Devils in the first round, they are going to kick your ass... but don't forget to compare the data with the other stain data to see which one is better... and the Devils are sooo going down... and yeah, can you get that to me like right now?"). Argh! Apparently, it's not uncommon for men to feel like they can go around torturing me. Hrmph.
Then I found out that FlyersBoss is leaving tomorrow for a weekend in Amsterdam. A weekend! Damn. Makes me think flying out to L.A. or Vegas for an impulsive weekend isn't so bad. No, wait... no real job or money. Dang. But friend N got her end date notice, May 7th, which means we're all going to have to go out and get trashed together... or, as we're now contemplating, going on a trip together. As expected, I suggested Vegas (only because there's no way they would go just a tad further to L.A. with me), and there was much excitement. So weeeee! Who knows... maybe I'll get to do my Vegas weekend sometime soon. Yippee!
But then, the nastiest (but funniest, depending on who you ask) thing happened. I had to clean up after VanWilder, which meant stuffing all my tongues in a bag and throwing it into the lab fridge. Problem is... lab fridge hasn't been cleaned out in over two months, and it's full. Completely. And the only way to do it is to pre-spray with Lysol before opening the door, stuffing the bag in real quick, closing the door, and then the post-spray of air freshener. Heh. Yeah, well... did I mention it was full? So it wasn't quite unexpected when bags of used tissue started falling out of the fridge and instead of a quick open and close situation, I ended up trying to push everything back into the fridge, while trying not to breathe. So yeah, after I used up that mouthful of air I was holding? I think I nearly passed out. Oy. Stinky. Of course, J and Jen were sitting there, watching and laughing at me, even though they were also dying from the delicious aroma of two month old tissue. Seriously... the tissue people better clean that thing out and soon or else I'm going to have to do it, and you know I'm not going to be a very happy Pooh if that happens.
Jen's told me to sleep with my cell phone by my side this weekend, because she's planning on calling me from Mexico if anything happens or she needs to rant. Um... yeah, let me think about that for a second. How about instead... on Saturday, I kick up my feet, get some good liquor, pop in a movie, turn off my cell phone, and just relax. I think that sounds like a much better idea. Don't you? I can't wait for work tomorrow. It's the last day before the trip, and I know J and I are going to be having the time of our lives watching the team stress out.
Except for the few hours of rushed data analysis, we really didn't have much to do. In hindsight, it wasn't too bad a day. So hugs go out to those who might have had crappier and more stressful days than me.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:53 PM ... ||
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Oh.
My.
God.
Phone rang like half an hour ago. Like the hopeful romantic that I am (Kiefer?? Kiefer???), I picked up. Ugh. It was the Roomie. He needed me to let him back into the apartment.
Why, you might ask? And you'd be stupid not to ask.
Because he had locked his keys in his car. In. His. Car. Which, you know, happens to all of us at one point or another. But wait! I'm not finished yet. While. The. Engine. Was. Still. Running
Duuuuuude. Just dude.
AND!!! This is like the third -- THIRD!!! -- time he's done it. *facepalm*
So yeah... he tried calling the police department... and then ended up just calling the university police, who were nice enough to come unlock the door for him. And now he's on the phone telling everyone about his ordeal. Apparently, this same exact thing has also happened to his other friends, too.
Oy. I really hope it's not contagious.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:58 PM ... ||
Boring: Reading journal articles and taking notes.
Fun: Surfing expedia.com and planning my Trip.
And dammit, those kids outside need to shut up. They're yelling back and forth at each other for some stupid reason. "You suck!" "No, YOU suck!" (Me: "You both suck. Now shut up.") Ok, so they're like seven or something, which should be a cute age, except the kids around here are demon spawn, and their parents just sit outside ignoring them. And here I am, trying to plan out my Trip do some research, and... blah blah blah... something about how one kid's got a nicer bicycle than the other... the other one has an X-Box (oh, and a Gamecube, excuse me) and the other kid has diddlypoo... and then I think one kid make a smartass remark about the other kid's parents. (Oooh... now that's going low.) Which all ends with me, suppressing the urge to stick my head out the window yelling, "Oh, yeah? And your mama was a snowblower! Now shut the fuck up!"
Except, you know, I didn't do that because 1) I'm supposedly way older and more mature than these hellspawns, 2) WTF are Short Circuit references still stuck in my head, and 3) it would just be another step towards my destiny of being that ol' Cranky Hermit Spinster Bitch Living Alone in That Creepy House, Raising 50 Cats, and Who Likes to Capture Kids and Eat Them. Or something like that.
Oy. Note to self: Never try to skip the daily dose of caffeine in an attempt to be "healthy" for a day.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:03 PM ... ||
No, I'm not petty. Not one bit. Nuh-uh.
But when J called me this morning to say the team found out they're getting 8, not 5, cases on Saturday, their first day there...
Was it wrong of me to start laughing my ass off? Maybe just a little? I mean, it wasn't their fault I'm not going; HR is always to blame, damn them. But right now, I am sooooo freaking ecstatic that I'm not going to Mexico. When it was still 5 cases/day, 10 hours stuck in a lab didn't seem so bad. But EIGHT? They've only got one set-up, and can at the most do about one and a half cases at a time. That's still about 2 hours (minimum) per case. That's 16 hours the first day. In a tiny lab. Using a setup they're not used to, and haven't been completely trained for. Umm... no thank you.
This weekend, I am going to be all about the relaxing. Woohoo!
|| posted by Pooh at 1:13 PM ... ||
Monday, March 22, 2004
Poopy esta muy triste.
Ella no va a Mexico.
Como se dice: I'm sorry, Mr. Sexy-Hot-Guy-I-Would-Have-Met-In-Mexico... No, I will not be sleeping with you this weekend.
Heh.
.... Off to plan my mini-break elsewhere. Anyone want to come to Vegas with me? **hopeful**
|| posted by Pooh at 8:51 PM ... ||
Sob
Sob
Sob
And it only took them two freaking weeks to make me cry.
Bastards!
Ok, actually, I don't really care. Hrmph.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:40 PM ... ||
Legal shmegal! Why must everything simple be so freaking complicated? Oh right. Because if simple things were just simple, then a whole bunch of useless people would be out of jobs. Duh.
Come on, people! Just give me a reason to go buy Schneider. Or, um, no... maybe Tootie sounds better. Crap.
Hmmm. I haven't accepted today's meeting for our first and final dry run of the Mexico protocol. The only one who hasn't done so, other than the people who decided not to come in today. You know... I'm thinking about declining and going home sick, because I've got a pretty bad case of the Mondays right now. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:50 AM ... ||
Sunday, March 21, 2004
Tonight's Alias 3.16: Taken
What can I say? Even though I should have no problems snarking on it, I don't want to. Because this ep was of the LOVE and of the SQUEE. (And also because of the Lazy... me.)
1. Woooo!!! Old school Alias! Syd/Dixon mission! Badasses all around! Sexy!Sark! Hottie!Sloane! Kablooeys! Geekiness! *SWOON*
2. All the goodness that was Sark getting straightjacketed on the plane. Rowr!
3. Vaughn/Lauren! Oh yeah, I'm still holding onto this ship. So shoo!
4. DaddyLauren is Sketch-to the-EEE.
5. What's up with Weiss's hair, yo.
6. Dixon!!!!!!
7. Dixon!!!!!!
8. Dixon!!!!!!
9. "Not if I see you first, luv." And I did. Awwww! Didn't even have to squint, either. Squeeee! (Also, lmao. That was way too fun. I am sooooo making icons. Except not, because no graphics ability. Phew.)
10. This ep rocks. I know because of the opening credits. *bouncy*
11. Oy ve. Barnett. But Sloane? *fans self*
12. Jack and Dixon. Badass. Love them. LOVE THEM!
13. Psycho!Dixon!!!!! Action!Dixon!!!! Carl Lumbly is killing me in this ep. (Too bad this ep came way too late. Sigh)
14. Hooray! Marshall wasn't annoying!
15. Jack.Is.HOT. Especially with the slo-mo. *THUD* (Damn, all the men are hot in this ep. It is Lurve.)
16. Prison!Sloane!!!!! Oh man. He's really rocking that outfit. And Psycho!Dixon!!! With the smacking! Yummmm. And the Crying!Dixon. Awwww! **sniffle**
17. Dixon made Syd cry! (Ok, not so surprising) Dixon made Vaughn and Jack all teary-eyed! (Suhweet!) Dixon made Lauren feel bad! (ha!) Dixon didn't make DaddyLauren care, because he's EVIL! But most importantly, Dixon made The Pooh all sad and mushy and teary. Awwwww.
18. Nevada! (Which reminds me, I need to go to Vegas.) The Mad Max scene! Lmfao. "Dude... This is sweet. I'm psyched to run into you. I was dunin' with my buddies." Omg. Lmfao. I'm not even going to say it. 
19. Syd's suit. Not going to say anything about that, either. :X
20. Dixon and prayer. Weak! Or, I believe the other word for it is: Lame. lmfao.
21. Sloane/Jack! Rowr! I'll take it as HoYay, thanks.
22. The spidery thing. LOL. Fun. Fun. Fun. As was the inscription.
23. Jack vs. Dixon. And the daughter/choices thing. Wonderful. Awesome.
24. "my mini Mitch" Hee! *huggles Marshall* Too cute.
25. Dear God. Sark. Hot. Rowr-ness. Know what would have made him hotter? A shiny, purrty bike. Vroom vroom!
26. Sark! Sydney! Collar! Kinky!Sarkney! Dammit. I've missed you, wonderful ship o'mine.
27. Jack saving Sydney. Awwww. Dixon and his kids. Awwww. Sloane/Barnett... meh, go away, bitca. Take your sob "you used me! and I was a dumbass!" story somewhere else.
28. The end. Dun dun DUN! Ok, that was lame. I probably should have stopped watching after Act 3, huh?
But seriously... much love for this ep, as expected. Thank goodness I didn't have to fake that. Nothing brings back the Alias love like a great writer, awesome acting, and the much missed old-school vibe. Weeeeee!!!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:18 PM ... ||
Pooper!!!!!!!
Best Buy's got my Tootie (or maybe Blair... or Mrs. G... or maybe it'll be a boy and I'll call it Schneider....) Anyway, besides, the point. Why do babies cost so much? Stupid toys. *kick*
*pats Harold* Good boy.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:53 PM ... ||
As anticipated, it's 10 AM, and I'm up. Four hours of sleep? Pfffft. I actually woke up at 8 but forced myself to sleep some more. This getting old thing and waking up early is the pits.
NOT that I'm cranky. There's a new Alias tonight! And I just defended Vaughn on Snark. If those aren't indications of exactly how great a mood I'm in.... Oh, wow. Wait. I just. defended. Vaughn. People, go back to bed; the world is about to end.
In other news, I love Harry. Harry's the laptop, and not the future PoohHubby. G. Harold Lappie, to be exact. So now, Bastard (that's the computer, who used to be May before WinME started acting funky and needed a sex change) officially has a little brother. If I go to Mexico, I'm getting a digicam and naming it Tootie. Can't have too many rambunctious boys in the family. But right now, the baby is getting all my attention. That's because Harold is just as snarky and pervy as Mommy, which reminds me that I need to delete all those embarrassing pics that have been floating around the net. I mean... nevermind. Carry on.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:43 AM ... ||
Saturday, March 20, 2004
There should be a set of Rules for friends. Like no last minute plans. Like no inviting me to hang out... late Saturday night... in Newark. Newark! This late at night! No way I'm driving all the way there now. J, the other intern, is fun and all, but she's going to have to come here to pick me up if she wants me to go clubbing with her tonight. Anyway. Pooh? Clubbing? lmfao
Am on the phone with her right now. Someone want to smap her for me? Because I am. not. whining. Nope. And she's being mean by getting all excited about Mexico. Talk about being premature with the squeeing. (Btw, donde esta el bano?... Just practicing. I think that's it. Been years since high school Spanish. lol) She's telling me what she's planning on packing... IF we go. Which reminds me of earlier today when this one guy - really cute, really hot Spanish accent, but alas, also really short - kept trying to help me in The Gap. It's, like, fate. Like the Poohster is supposed to go skanking with the hotties in Mexico. Or something. The guy kept trying to sell me jeans. Too bad I didn't need any. So... maybe not like fate. Oh well.
Better stop talking about it or I'll jinx it. But seriously, if this is a no-go, then I'm going to Vegas.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:19 PM ... ||
Ooomph. My aching feet. :(
Spent the entire day shopping with the friend. You know, the one with the June wedding I'm dreading. When I say "entire day," I mean the entire. freaking. day. She had a whole buttload of things she wanted to get, and since I had nothing else to do and had a list of my own, I thought I'd go with her. Ha! Dude. We went to three malls. Three! Best part was all the walking we did. I was exercising without knowing it. Heh. Most annoying part was trying to buy things while a tiny voice in one ear kept saying "no blue! nooooo blue!" and the other voice in the other ear kept reminding me "no more V-necks! nooo more V-necks!" Which, you know, wasn't helping at all seeing how I only wanted to buy shoes and sunglasses. But I did get some button-down shirts, none of which were blue. Yay! Woohoo! I'm so proud of myself. lmfao.
Ugh. I'm starving. Friend is on a diet now so I had a sympathy salad with her for our really late lunch/early dinner. Lots of walking/exercising and salad? Yeah... not so much of the good for Pooh. (Hey! No snickering or teasing of the fat Pooh ass.) Must find food. And then off to play with the baby. **fondles lappie**
|| posted by Pooh at 9:30 PM ... ||
Friday, March 19, 2004
I hate Verizon. We're going to have a steel cage death match.
That is all.
Good day.
*******
Is it bad that I've been practicing my Spanish? Even before being given the official "yes"?
I know. Smappy. I'll get my hopes all up, and then someone other than me will deflate them. But if that happens, I don't care. I'm still going away. Somewhere. Anywhere. Maybe not next weekend, though. I need a break -- just me and the lappie and any hot guys who want to join us. Heh.
*******
Off to the airport. (Detroit? LA? Kiefer's house?)
.... to drop off the dad. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:02 PM ... ||
Hmm. It looks like snow, but sounds like rain. I wish this weather would make up it's mind.
ETA: LMFAO. I'm watching The Love Boat. Hee.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:51 AM ... ||
Because it's going to be an all-nighter anyway...
And because I'm taking a break from the evil Bill Gates spawn, aka Excel....
I've checked my extended astrological forecast for this year. My best months for romance? March, June, July, and September. That means if I go to HK in May, I will not find hubby. But... if I'm really good, I can probably get some this month (Mexico?), at the friend's wedding, and for my birthday. Hmm, not quite sure about September, yet... LMAO.
Ok, seriously... *smaps self* Back to graphs and stuff. Bleh.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:57 AM ... ||
Duuuuuuuude.
*kicks Excel*
@#$%^%&**(((^%$%^$##%@$%^^^%&&%!@!#$&*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*kicks boss*
"I need it first thing tomorrow" is the most EVIL phrase EVER. Deadlines suck hairy butt, dammit.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:42 AM ... ||
Thursday, March 18, 2004
Brrrrrrr. Freezing. And waiting for those 6 inches of snow to fall.
Checked my mailbox after work, hoping to undo the depressing-ness of this morning's mail retrieval. Nope, nothing. *sigh* Anyway, got the friend's wedding invite. Bleh. The card is pretty. Sorta. Kinda. If you like having both your faces color-copied onto the front of it with a purple-y ribbon tied around it. Which I don't. Because stuff like that is cheesey and shmoopy and anvilicious and...
Frell. *gets all mushy and sappy* Wedding! Awwww. And a June wedding, too! *gets teary*
*smaps self* I mean... Blech. Blech. Blech. Weddings suck. Saw that little RSVP card with the blank space for "number of people attending" and got all icky. "One"? "Maybe two"? "Can TheKief come?" Ugh. I wouldn't mind going alone if there were a lot of cool single people to hang out with. Sadly, all my friends here are either married or guys, but guys I have to be sorta prim and proper around and who I can only stand for short periods of time (like those two guys in my lab... argh, remember a convo I had with one of them a year ago still makes me want to bang my head).
Anywho, I have until mid-May to RSVP. So you know what that means. That's two months for me to find 1) a date, 2) a boyfriend, 3) a husband, or 4) TheKief. If I go to HK at the end of May and put extra effort into it, I could take any new PoohHubby to the thing. Unless any of you are free and wanna come as my date? LOL. 'Cuz, damn, I don't want to be the only single gal there, where they just end up handing me the bouquet at the end. (There's a reason why I didn't try to catch the cousin's bouquet when it came flying towards me at the last wedding I went to. Heh.) Or... maybe I can find a really hot lurver in Mexico.
Right now, it's looking pretty good that the Poohster's going to Mexico next Friday. Weeeee! Jen had talked to ScaryBoss and told him in no uncertain terms that I (and my partner in crime, J) had to go since no one else can do the procedure. In the technical meeting, it became more and more apparent that they would need to take me. They're leaving next Friday and the only training time they have blocked off is two hours on Monday, and then the rest of the week packing and figuring out who's taking which suitcases of med crap with them. Two hours. Pffft. And you'll all be happy to know that I did that Initiative thing again (*shudder*) where I came right out and asked HeadBoss if the interns were going or not, instead of just waiting for them to get back to us. (Because, really... I need to start figuring out what to pack, right? Duh.) She said ScaryBoss was waiting for a call from HR by the end of the day, but since ScaryBoss had already left for the day, they wouldn't know until tomorrow at the earliest. But afterwards, N came by the lab, all excited, because from her desk, she can hear all sorts of convos, etc. And she heard HeadBoss talking with someone, all urgent and anxious, and my name kept coming up. *crosses fingers* N's already convinced I'm going, and she's demanded that I take advantage of any hot men I may run into while there (if I go). And J has already decided that if we do go, she's definitely going out at night and dragging me with her. lmfao. I think people are forgetting that we actually have Work to do while there. (Ok, hell, being the masochistic bitca that I am, I looked up the hotel they're staying at, and... it looked really nice. I guess. lol) Anyway, if it goes from "pretty good chance" to "Yes!" then at least I know my passport is up to date. Found it, checked it, almost died seeing my pic. Holy crap. lmao.
But truthfully, as much... fun... as it will be to do our tissue cases in Mexico instead of Philly, I'm getting kind of meh on the idea of being stuck in a hospital OR for about 10 hours/day. (Mini-bar, here I come!) I'd much rather go to the conference in San Francisco in two weeks. Too bad they don't "need" me there. *sigh*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:32 PM ... ||
*cue generic horror music*
1. Found another inch of snow all over car this morning. Not too bad. Light, fluffy, and pretty.
2. Everyone's going crazy around here. Next Friday is the Mexico trip. No one is prepared. I mean, J and I are, but no one else. I kinda feel bad for them. But then I remember that no matter how much they bitch and moan about how worried they are and how minimizing the amount of glitches for the trip is all they can think about, I have yet to see anyone show up at any of the training sessions. And then when I hear that Jen tried to go to Philly with us last Monday and was denied by our boss (who is extremely worried that no one is trained for it... duh!), it just makes me not want to train anyone anymore. Petty, yes, but whatever. Hrmph. I can't wait until our meeting this afternoon. Anticipating lots of bitching and moaning and blame being passed around.
3. They've got me working on graphs and summaries for our meeting today. Presentation hell. Meanwhile, they've asked J to go down to Philly to bring back all our stuff. Dammit. Don't they know how long it took me to bring all that stuff there? Plus, they're ruining my entire set-up. And anytime anyone else uses my equipment, I never get them all back. Grrrr. People, let's humor my control issues, please.
4. I feel kinda icky today, but can't leave because of presentation today. And also because I need to help with the thermal camera images. Argh.
5. The frell. If one more person mentions that stupid article and me being "famous".....
6. Checking the mailbox in the morning, as opposed to right after work, is bad luck. You know that Coupling ep where they all get that envelope in the mail? Yeah. Quite depressing. And now instead of chucking it under the bed and ignoring it, it's in my bag... by my feet... mocking me... Oh, yeah, I can totally hear it calling my name and snickering. Bastard.
7. I don't know what the heck I've been doing to myself while I sleep. My lip is still kinda chewed up and numb for some reason, and I have no clue how or why it's like that. Goodness knows it didn't happen while I was awake. God, I'm such a freak.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:45 AM ... ||
blech
Can we get a time out here and figure out what the phrase "two days before Spring" should mean?
I'll tell you what it's not supposed to mean. 3-5 inches of expected snow by noon tomorrow. And up to 8 inches possible.
WTF.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:39 AM ... ||
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
20 minutes. That's how long it took to clear the almost three inches of snow and ice from the car this morning. Despite being an oddly relaxing job, snow clearing gives me an OCD thing. I know... freak. But damn if I don't get twitchy if I'm not thorough. Meh. Hmm. I wonder... if I throw in a couple of squats and bends in mid-clearing, whether I can count that as exercising...
It was supposed to flurry in the morning (which it did) and clear up in the afternoon (which it didn't). The definition of "flurry" does not include lots of wet slushy snow coming down at a pretty fast clip. Grrr. I hate driving home in that. But how freaking crazy am I that when I couldn't get into the right lane for the apartment (damn tard drivers!), that I just continued straight ahead to Circuit City and got myself a mouse for the lappie (who may or may not have a name now). Almost got a digicam. Was thisclose to doing it, but then chickened out at the last second because that particular store was just a bit sketchy. Then almost killed myself on the drive back, which only further convinced me that after I'm out of here, I need to move to a warm state. Not sure how much more of the snow/tardy drivers combo I can take.
*******
Arghhhhhh! That stupid internal magazine is still making its way around. Friend Jen just got back from foot surgery. I stopped by to say hi and the first thing she did was grab my arm and force me to stand there as she waved the thing in my face. I swear, if I have to stare at that pic again.... Oh, yeah, I should probably mention that right before I left, I finally decided to check my mailbox (like once every three weeks because no one loves me enough to send mail)... and there it was. My own special copy. Bah!
Weeeeee! The Mexico trip is looking like a very good maybe right now. Jen informed us that the group's broken a whole lot of policy before and since they're pretty much cancelling our Philly trip on Monday, there's no way to train everyone else. So you know who's going to be doing all the procedures in Mexico if I go. Like all inefficient project management situations, four other people have decided that they also want to go to Mexico. That's four, none of whom can do the procedure and probably won't even lift a hand while down there (two of them are marketing). And yet, they're still trying to "figure out" if J and I can go. (That would be Me, the only one who can do the procedure in my sleep, and J, who's become quite the assistant... also, would need her because she's my snark twin, as witnessed today when VanWilder came to "help" and "watch over" us, but only ended up pissing us off and mucking everything up.) But as pointed out by Jen, we already signed liability agreements when we were hired, so the company doesn't need to worry about insurance, etc., since we've already agreed that they are not responsible for any death or injury to ourselves. Heh. Jen, who's full-time, our age, and speaks Spanish, has already decided that if we go, she's taking us bar hopping. Bar hopping. In Mexico. While being paid. Hee! But I think I'm really more excited about getting my very own room in a 4-star hotel. (Shut up. It's the little tiny things.)
Hmm. I wonder if Mexico is as golden-hued as it seems on Alias. LOL.
*******
Anyone know where I can find a nice laptop bag for the lappie?
|| posted by Pooh at 7:38 PM ... ||
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Owie owie.
The snow slowed down enough for me to go out to clear the snow off the car. Three inches of slushy, icy, wet snow all over the place.
Did I mention it's icy? And slushy? And ICY?
It hasn't snowed this much here in awhile and I lost my footing clearing the snow off the top of the car and OOOMPH! The pooooooooooor PoohButt.
And to add insult to injury... after I got back into the apartment, it started snowing and sleeting and hailing really hard again. This time it's big snowflakes, too! Ugh.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:15 PM ... ||
Why won't it stop snowing!!!!! :(
Hey, anyone wanna spot me a thousand dollars to go visit Rach so I can give her a hug? And have a mini Kief-fest this weekend? LMFAO.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:54 PM ... ||
I was going to rant about the snowstorm outside my window. But you know, there are a lot more serious things going on. More important things.
BIG BIG BIG HUGS to Rach
Sweetie, I'm so glad I was here today. In fact, I'm placing a call to all my Jersey contacts. Jenai wanted them to smack that freshman of hers, but I'm sure the guys would be more than happy to make a detour and, um, take care of a few things for you. **smacks that bitch**
If Steph were on, she'd probably know the perfect song for this kind of thing to cheer you up. Alas, I'm not Steph, so all I've got for you is this: For Rach. Smile! Everything will be better soon. :-)
|| posted by Pooh at 10:14 AM ... ||
:-(
Today is going to be one of those days. I just know it. VanWilder woke me up at 7:30AM, insisting that the laptop I had set up on the far bench (and have been using forever), was the one they had been using to test something else. And then he had implied that I had changed the settings around and changed my password (oh yeah, gave him my password a few days ago, but he didn't make fun of me or give me strange looks, ha!). Umm.... NO. Fuck it. It's not my fault everyone keeps moving that floater laptop. And I don't understand why they would seeing how every associate there has their own laptop they can use, too.
There's only one person who keeps moving that stupid laptop, and I was more than happy to tell him that. I especially loved how he apologized for waking me up at 7:30 to ask me this, but then said he'd just wait another hour for the other person to get to work. WTF. I'm not on call 24/7, dammit.
More importantly, doesn't he know he totally interrupted a really great dream? Pffffft. And now I can't get back to sleep. *sigh*
|| posted by Pooh at 8:23 AM ... ||
Monday, March 15, 2004
Hee!
Guess where I'm posting from??? The lappie! (Which still needs to be named) You know, I don't know what everyone was mocking me about. 512MB of RAM doesn't feel any different than my crappy 64MB WinME. Well, not now, anyway. So hrmph. One disadvantage of the lappie... I need an external mouse. The pad and the trackball are driving me nuts.
Woohoo!
The Roomie left for the city. He most likely won't be back until the morning. That means I get the apartment all to myself. You know what that means....
... and if you do, could you please tell me?
Because I have no clue. **adjusts halo**
P.S. Both computers are online. Even I think it's Crazy, so this probably won't be happening often. LOL.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:07 PM ... ||
I kind of missed going to Philly today. I don't miss waking up early and then getting back late. But I did miss walking around the hospital in those comfy scrubs and pretending like I'm all that. However, I really don't miss smelling all nasty and stuff afterwards. So, yeah. Today could have sucked (which it always does).
But then again, how can you hate a work day that begins with "Where's the lube?"
And it only went downhill from there....
I'm going to go rewatch Alias. Maybe make fun of it for a bit. Maybe squee a bit. Or maybe I'll go play with my router, which I finally remembered to take out of the car trunk.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:52 PM ... ||
You know what's just a tad embarrassing?
Just a tad. Just a teeny bit. I'm talking really tiny embarrassment, too. Like, so incredibly insignificant when it comes to personal humiliation, that it's not even worth mentioning.
The Set-up:
~ There are three laptops for the lab. I've confiscated one and left it in Philly for our test cases. I've kept one for my tongues. There's the third one that's a floater for everyone else.
The Situation:
~ In order to use the laptops (damn Window 2000), you had to have logged onto the laptop at least once while it was connected to the network. A, our hardware guy, is a lazy bum and would rather I just kept logging in for him, which I've done and refused to give him my password even though it's like an old password, twice removed.
The Problem:
~ Today, A finally decides to connect to the network to get his user info onto that laptop. ONLY, because he wasn't part of our department prior to restructuring, he doesn't have the right permissions for the laptop. Just one little puppy dog look, a bit of a pout and a whine, and here I am, logging onto the laptop for him. Only, I've got a buttload of work to do, and I'm beyond caring. So... I give him the password for that laptop. Which leads us to...
The Embarrassing Stuff:
~ Okay. Look. I can't do those random passwords, all right? I need to be sentimentally attached to my passwords or I'll never remember them. (See? I haven't used the floater laptop in months and I still remember the password, so hrmph.) BUT... most -- MOST, NOT ALL (so don't you get any ideas, you people who know exactly who you are) -- of my passwords are obsession-related. And, you know, A would just happen to be really cute, so it's kinda awkward to try to exude a serious, professional demeanor while explaining your Boyfriend password to him. Thank goodness he's also crazy funny, too. Still... what do you do when you tell a person your password and they give you a look? And not just any look. THE Look. And not just THE Look, but they start making fun of you, too? Serious teasing. The kind that makes you blush like mad, start defending yourself like a psycho freak, and then run out of the room.
The Solution:
~ Take it like the Mature, Professional, Obsessive, but Perfectly Sane Fangirl that I am. So HRMPH! Dammit.
See? Don't even know why I mentioned it at all. You'd think stuff like this happens to me every day.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:26 AM ... ||
**groan**
It's such a gorgeous day outside. Almost 60 degrees. The sun's out. The birds are chirping.
I want to call in sick to work and go sit in the park and read. Heck, I'll even go running instead of going to work.
Edited:
Forget it. I'm at work. Damn that "Being Responsible" gene wreaking havoc in my system. Grrrrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:03 AM ... ||
Sunday, March 14, 2004
No time for making fun of tonight's Alias ep. I'll save the gushing and stuff for later or tomorrow. But for now, a couple of points I want to bring to your attention:
1. It's David Brent! He rocks. And he's badass.
2. Jack and his accents make me giggle. Not necessarily in a good way. But he's still hot, so whatever.
3. Nekkid!Sloane! Nekkid!Sloane! Nekkid!Sloane! **ewww to the bitca taking my place beside him** Hrmph.
4. TPTB must be stopped with all the red wigs!
5. Sexy!Sark! Rowr!
6. Vaughn is hot. **moo moo eyes**
7. Ho-freaking-YAY! Sark! Vaughn! Plane! Bathroom! Handcuffs! The writers love me.
8. Sark! Vaughn! Fight! Fight! Fight! No, They really really really love me (except for the part where Sark loses).
9. The S/V at the end didn't make me vomit. That means the world as we know it is DOOMed! Too bad that end scene would have rocked more if it had been Weiss.
A very fun ep. I know, I'm still shocked. Heh. But don't worry. That doesn't mean I'm not coming back with snark by tomorrow. Also, after seeing the previews for next week? Ahahahahahahahaha. **throws down gloves* Dude, it's a snark-for-all. La la la.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:26 PM ... ||
You know how things seep into your subconscious and then pop into your dreams later on?
I spent all day answering phones yesterday because the PoohDad was trying to avoid an Uncle's wife. (Long, long, manipulative story) I lost track of how many times I had to tell her that PoohDad wasn't home. So what happens when I go to bed? She pops into my dream, asking to speak to the PoohDad. I think she was chasing me at one point, too. LOL.
Oy. No more caffeine or too much excitement for me before bed.
I won't even discuss the scary HelmetHead that made a guest appearance, either. Ha!
*******
Also, the fortune cookie from dinner: Someone from your past has returned to steal your heart.
Hee! Hmmmmm. Someone define "past" for me?
|| posted by Pooh at 8:24 PM ... ||
I am officially headache and hiccup-free. Woohoo! Lovely what a wonderful few hours of sleep can do for you.
Hey, fellow freakers... Were we, or did we, plan anything for May? Around the end of May? I may not be around and if there's a Fest or a mini-Fest, I'd like to know right now so I can start being miserable as soon as possible.
In more domestic news, Thing 1 came home today and forced us to take her all the way to Ikea, a good forty minute drive, just so she could pick up a lamp. A lamp. Singular. One. Grrr. I almost bought a coffee table to keep the futon company, before I remembered, heck, I don't spend any time in the living room, so pfffft that. So all in all, a highly productive afternoon... except without the "productive" part.
I'll be around later to... um... gush... about Alias. Yeah, that's it.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:59 PM ... ||
Saturday, March 13, 2004
Ick. Had a nice comfy nap on the sofa, which cleared up the headache. Temporarily. Now it's back. Blech. AND I have the hiccups. No, it's not funny or cute or whatever. Hrmph.
Much PoohMom panic last night, which is why only a few of you lurvely people were special enough to be blessed with my brief presence online yesterday. :P PoohMom called after 7, on her way back from work. Turned out she was having car problems in lower Manhattan. Oh boy. Another call later included much panic over "a really loud noise" and "omg, I think it's me" and "uhh... there's smoke." And after she pulled over (luckily) to check it out, "umm... the steering wheel doesn't work."
You know, for any other person, this wouldn't have been a big deal. Call AAA, get the car towed, come home. Any other person BUT my mother, it would seem. She didn't want to leave the car because she was afraid it would get towed by sketchy people. She didn't want to call AAA because she was afraid they'd send sketchy people to tow it, and those sketchy people would take her to sketchy places. And you know, she really didn't want to go to sketchy places with sketchy people, because "you never know!" (My mother, people). She wanted to stay in the car until morning! (Oy) I love her, but sometimes... really.
Anyway, ended up calling AAA for her. And then when we tried to conference call with her to tell her what to do, she refused to answer because she didn't know the caller's number. Heh. (I do love her. A lot. Oh, yes, I do.) For all my troubles, I got the AAA operative complimenting on what a "wonderful daughter" I am. Why, yes... yes, I am. HA! I lurve strangers (even when they get my name entirely wrong.. hrmph!). LOL
So yeah... Trekked into the city to pick up the Mom. The tow truck ended up getting there before us, so she got to go to her "sketchy place" aka city tow/repair place. And of course, wouldn't you know it. When we picked her up, she was all smiles and giggles again. Sheesh.
*******
More possible Excitement might be happening in the near future. But I don't want to discuss yet because it may or may not happen, and I'm not sure whether I'm looking forward to it or not. Hush!
*******
A big wonderful Happy Happy HAPPY Belated Birthday to the Twu Wuv and Thing 2. **lots of love and smoochies all around** :-*
*******
You know, laughter really is the best medicine. My headache's all gone. Woohoo! *bouncy*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:56 PM ... ||
Oy. Is the room spinning where you are?
And no... I didn't have a wild night. Way too much familial panic, way too much exhaustion, coupled with not enough (restful) sleep, results in massive morning headache. A hangover would be nice right about now. Alas, once I'm awake, I'm up and about, painful brain cells be damned. Besides, there is much work to be done - techgeek shopping to "try" to get both computers online at the same time. Can you even imagine? It'll be like having two Poohs at the same time! Try to wrap your terrified brains around that.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:37 AM ... ||
Friday, March 12, 2004
The third official post on the new blog! (And I'm going to stop numbering them now before I look like an idiot.)
1. Tried to do my taxes today. Tried. My W-2 form from when I used to be a TA has my name misspelled, so I need to go do something about that. Bleh. Though am very surprised at how well the internship paid last year ("well" for a single, very incredibly low maintenance gal like me, that is). Hee! But can't remember if I got one of my student loan forms yet, so I need to go look around for that because that'll bump my refund up a good chunk. As it stands right now, The Poohster is getting a pretty nice refund. Woohoo! Rowr! *bouncy*
2. MSN messenger is down. *sobs*
3. Didn't go to work today, which meant I was totally expecting frantic calls for help. FlyersBoss called me around 3, asking if I had written up a report for the tongue testing I did on Wednesday. Uh huh. That was pretty damn fresh of him, considering he told me on Thursday to put off the report and finish doing some other testing first. Of course, that testing failed and resulted in me being subjected to a faceful of D5W. The misting did wonders for the face, though, as N remarked during lunch that she never noticed the wonderful PoohComplexion before. What can I say? Sugar water makes me glow. LOL. Anyway, boss started getting antsy because some regulatory person wanted a report and he needed me to write something up real quick.... but then changed his mind and told me to do it first thing on Monday if we didn't have any Philly cases. Luckily, because I rock and am such a hottie, I had prepared a pretty rough draft of a report Thursday morning. It was crap, but at least it was something. So now all I need to do is fix it up a bit, add some pretty charts (Excel is my bitch! Except not, because it hates me), and attach some purrrty tongue pics on Monday, and we're good to go. Weeee! I love it when I accidentally get initiative and do stuff on my own that actually gets used, ya know? *shudder*
4. CommandoBoss called. (The interns and I went out for Cuban food this week for R's farewell dinner, since the bastard is leaving for his spanking new job. R had another nickname for CommandoBoss.... "Van Wilder, 10 years later." And you know, except for that one time when he manipulated me like a military officer, he really IS a much older version of Van Wilder. Therefore, from now on, he will be known as the VWBoss, until I can think of better names for all the bosses.) Anyway, no Philly cases on Monday. No tongues. No people dissection. Nothing. Except for that report. And more lucite model testing. Blech. It's too bad there's no cases, though. Everyone's getting all nervous and worried about the Mexico trip, and including this Monday, there's only two chances for everyone to see the procedure in action before the big trip. So.... I think this is further support that I should accompany them to Mexico. Yup. Don't you agree? Of course, you do, because You all love me and want me to be happy.
5. For V: The bro has a router in place to connect the two home computers. He said he just connected everything to it and it was good to go. Nothing special. They're also using the same modem... except an older model. So now the question is... what's the diff between a router and a hub?
6. Punkasses suck. I found a bunch of yellow cable notices in the mail. They've been sitting in the "garbage" stack that PunkassRoomie's been accumulating on a corner of the futon (heh, we don't really hang out in the livingroom). A few weeks ago, there was one of them in the stack and I purposely placed it on top of the stack in plain sight for him. While sifting through the pile to see if he left any of my mail in that stack, I found that one and another one. Both were unopened. Okay, I know it's bad, but yellow urgent notices about the cable bill freak me out, mostly because I'll die if I lose my cable. So as a concerned roomie, I opened one of them. O.M.F.G!
We had a deal: I get the parking spot and pay the electricity bills; he gets the much larger bedroom, his own 0.5 bath, and pays for the cable bill which is barely twice the electricity bill. See? Jackass has it good. So imagine my fucking surprise to see we're two months behind on the cable. W. T. F!!!!! I know he sucks more at handling money than I do. For all my mini (and big) splurges, I'm relatively financially responsible (God knows the PoohDad's been drilling that into my head since before I even got an allowance). I pay all my bills on time, and when I can't pay the entire bill, I pay a nice good chunk of it. But things like electricity and cable bills should most definitely be paid in full and on time. He, on the other hand, is not so much. I don't know where he's spending all his money, but he's constantly complaining about being broke. Granted, my internship pays slightly more than his full-time TA-ship, but my job is still very temporary (am I leaving this month or next? who knows?) and he gets insurance with his. Of course, I can never find him when I get back from work, so I couldn't talk to him then. So yeah... after I got over being pissed, I just paid it off. I know. It was bad of me to do that, but he wasn't even opening the letters. Jackass. Anyway, he finally came home while I was there, and we had a little talk about how if he needed help paying the bill, he should have said something. I'm not an ogre about money and helping out, sheesh. Especially when I'll admit that I use the cable/internet way more than he ever will in his lifetime (shocker, I know). Blah blah blah later, we worked out the financial situation. Sorta. My payment just goes towards my half of the futon bill, which I hadn't paid yet (of course, we've put that futon to good use, too, meh), and now he'll owe me the rest. But I'm not holding my breath for him to pay me back. Whatever. It's just money, as opposed to my sanity if I lose my cable. I just know that two months from now, he'll probably be paying late fees again.
Argh. I need to get out of here. Anyone want to be my new roomie?
|| posted by Pooh at 5:36 PM ... ||
The official second post on the new blog:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY THING 2!
She'll never see this, but it'll at least remind me to call her later today.
*******
Hmmm... off to think about what I can do with the rest of the space on the domain....
|| posted by Pooh at 12:57 AM ... ||
Thursday, March 11, 2004
La la la!
Ok, People Who Kept Bugging Me About Getting This Set Up AND Getting a New Layout (and you totally know who you are, hrmph)....
IT'S UP! Now leave me alone.
I had this big long ranty thing to post, but after trying to figure out this bitch of a blogger/ftp thing, I'm too pooped to write it up. Anyway, lots of hugs and kisses to The Kief and Tony and Nina for sexing up the blog this time. But MOST IMPORTANTLY, a gazillion thank yous and smoochies and moo moo eyes to FormerlySM for making the graphic in record time and doing all the coding for my lazy (but very grateful) ass. Rowr! **tackles Kris**
Hee!
|| posted by Pooh at 11:31 PM ... ||
|| posted by Pooh at 10:58 PM ... ||
This moment is just so very sad. So so so so very sad. Am finally trying to put up the new layout, so this will probably be the last post at this blog.
*huggles blogspot and all the Jacks*
*sniffle*
But, alas, we're relocating!
poopypooh.com
Don't get all sad or anything. I'll probably frell up and end up back here. So... wish me luck, and the next time you see me, it'll be at the other place. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 10:44 PM ... ||
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Thank you, thank you, thank you to my favorite (actually, only, I think) tech consultant, V, for helping me figure out what the hell was wrong with the laptop/internet connection. After a few hours of hair pulling and ranting and calling Laptop names like "shithead" and "bastard," I'm back to loving and fondling it. IT'S SO SHINY! (sort of)
La la la... back to playing with it. Hee!
|| posted by Pooh at 12:49 AM ... ||
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
*SOBS*
I need hugs and stuff.
*kicks lappie*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:20 PM ... ||
Hmmm. Lappie is also a lot bigger and heavier than I thought it would be. Oh well. Also... I'm a dumbass because I can't get the internet connection to work on it. Must fix that. Grrrrr. Guess I'll just keep fondling it until that happens. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:15 PM ... ||
SQUEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
It's SHINIER and PRETTIER than I thought it would be!!!!!
*makes love to laptop* Hmmm... still need to think up a name for it. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:48 PM ... ||
eeeeeeeeeeep!
This is very very exciting!
NHL trade deadline just passed but trade announcements are still coming out slowly. I actually don't care either way ('cuz the HockeyBoyfriend is going to help my team to another Cup :P), but it's still kinda fun getting caught up in the excitement of wondering who our wonderful GM might have gotten at the last minute, if he did anything at all. Also, there's the excitement of tonight's Devs/Flyers game, which the HockeyBoyfriend needs to win so I can rub it in Trix and the FlyersBoss's faces.
And MOST IMPORTANTLY!!! Dell finally updated my order status, and I now have a tracking number. Weeeeee!!!! AND! UPS's tracker says my package is out for delivery, and scheduled to be delivered today!!! TODAY!!! My window looks out on the main street, so every time a car or truck rumbles by, I get all antsy and excited. This is way too nervewracking, dammit! GET HERE ALREADY!
*bouncy bouncy bouncy