Friday, April 30, 2004
YAY!
Trix is alive!
Woohoo!
Now, um... she needs to delete that psycho message I left on her voicemail. Seriously... I have NO idea why voicemails hate me. Really. lol
|| posted by Pooh at 11:17 PM ... ||
Oh poop.
What was supposed to be a really quick run to get some dinner and go to the ATM to get cash for tomorrow ended up taking three times as long as it should have. Why didn't someone remind me that today was that stoopid all-day Fest thing at school? Icky cops blocked off pretty much all the roads. Stoopid mass migration of kids in skankywear with boobs, guts, and various other body parts spilling out of their skimpy slutty itsy bitsy pieces of "clothing." Here's a hint: If you need a bigass shoehorn to shove yourself into your spandex mini-skirt, it's probably a good idea not to wear it. Similarly, if your tank top is low enough to show nipple, you probably need to go find the rest of your top. And a hemline that reaches justbarelyunder your buttcrack? So not considered a real skirt. And the guys were just as pathetic. Bleh.
Ugh. I felt soooooooooo old. So of course, when I got back, I couldn't start the animalympics because, you know, I'm growed up and stuff. But mostly because it's not as fun playing by myself. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 10:48 PM ... ||
Blehhhhhhhhhhh!
Friends are sooooooo lame. They decided not to do anything tonight. *sigh* That's fine. Pooh didn't feel like commuting to the city just for two or three hours, just to trek it back home again. Instead, we're planning on meeting for fun and stuff tomorrow. If they wanna be boring tonight, Pooh will just have to make her own fun.
Hmm. Animalympics? LOL.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:30 PM ... ||
Argh. *kicks insurance company*
Getting a quote for car insurance is like pulling teeth. With your fingers, but no thumbs. Bleh.
*kicks insurance agent*
Why - WHY!!!! - are your computers always down? Sheeeeeeeesh.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:53 PM ... ||
The "I just woke up" randomness:
~ Fell asleep. Jolted awake when the Roomie came home at 4 AM. Realized I fell asleep on top of the covers with my head at the foot of the bed, basically right at the corner, instead of on my lovely, wonderful pillows. Ugh. Next time I read in bed, I need to remember to get in bed correctly to avoid waking up in odd positions since reading at night now seems to induce narcoleptic tendencies. *sigh*
~ How does one tuck someone into bed and then give them a big bear hug...
Oh. Nevermind. That was probably an innocent remark, anyway. I blame Steph for twisted brain functions this morning.
~ Sheesh, Steph. That game you posted was just wrong. Wrong! Not something that I needed to wake up to... and you know, play a million times. *must. close. browser.* lmfao. Eww.
~ Friends have arrived and are napping. (I still can't figure that one out.) So now.... *twiddles thumbs*
~ *smaps One* Just because. I want to hear everything... about the movie, of course... and nothing else.
~ Hmm. L.A. in June? Won't it be, like, hella hot? *kicks Jen*
~ Dammit, Trix. Get your dial-up working!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:35 AM ... ||
Okie. Decided not to go into work tomorrow since I need to go in on Tuesday.
Yay! Cell beeped. Seven more hours and the friends will be in the area. Hmm... NOW what can I do between now and tomorrow evening? Bleh. *kicks friends* Seriously. Nap? WTF.
ETA:
*kicks Amazon* Punkasses.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:07 AM ... ||
Thursday, April 29, 2004
Random boredom yadda yadda.
Blechhhhh. Just remembered that I still need to RSVP to stoopid friends' stoopid wedding. *sob*
Watching CSI makes me wanna go to Vegas. Right. Now. *jumps for joy* Sooooooon. Weeee!
Btw, I am totally not cheating on Audioscrobbler. Just wanted to make that clear. Boy band? Whassdat? *whistles innocently*
I want an infrared thermometer. No real reason. It's just kinda cool. We got one today and promptly started pointing that thing at everything. Hee. *fixes geek hat*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:07 PM ... ||
Productive meetings rule! Woohoo!
Things learned today:
1. It really does take two hours to go over the agenda for next week's big-ass meeting.
2. Discussing agenda means less talking about "what did you do this week" issues. 'Cuz, you know... The Pooh? Not so much work this week.
3. Telling Boss you're busy reworking graphs for reports is a pretty good excuse to explain why you haven't finished any of them yet.
4. Every meeting needs a Crotchety Crazy Guy. That would be Bob, whenever he decides to actually show up for meetings. He kills, dude. Kills.
5. Pooh needs to work next Tuesday. In fact, Pooh needs to go to the entire week-long, major project kick-off meeting. Only nice things to look forward to at these boring boring sessions: breakfast, lunch, and dinner at the Marriot. Free food!
6. Women crack me up. Jen saw me with my hair down and ordered me never to come to work with it up ever again. Which then led to the two other friends ganging up on me. *rolls eyes* Sheesh.
7. J and I started a game during the meeting: Things You Can Do During a Phone Conference When You're the Only One at Your End.
For the record...
~ Stick out your tongue at participants.
~ Flying middle fingers and other rude gestures.
~ Doodle pictures of stick figure team members in violent situation.
~ Get up, walk around, exercise, balance checkbook, pretend like you care/are there/still listening.
~ Shake your butt at the phone/team members. Bonus points if you flash them while doing so.
It's an ongoing list. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:10 PM ... ||
Damn undies. Keep giving me a wedgie. Huh? Uh.. who? Wha--?
Ermm...
The problem with wearing your hair down at work? Walking outside (pretty, shiny day!) on the way back from lunch, coming back inside, and finding your hair blown all over the place. And not having a brush. :( Cute or not, messy hair should really only be reserved for the bedroom.... right? (I mean, I'm not trying to get noticed around here for anything other than my supa-intellectual, technical blah blah blah whatever it is I'm good at.)
Ok, now hush. I'm halfway through this kickass report. Go me.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:16 PM ... ||
Craaaaaaaaaaaap!
J brought a camera into work. Seriously, why do people do things like that?!
|| posted by Pooh at 9:07 AM ... ||
So some guy in the apartment across the street gets picked up by a taxi every morning. The SAME taxi. EVERY morning. At the EXACT SAME time. Since FOREVER. You think they'd have worked out some kind of system that didn't involve fifteen million gazillion really loud obnoxiously annoying high-pitched honks at 7:30 AM. Did I mention every morning? 'Cuz I'm not sure if I'm getting my point across.
And y'all wonder why I wake up so early, even on my days off. Although, I am getting better -- almost slept through my own alarm again. Bleh.
On a happier note: Weeeeeeeeee! Friends coming in tomorrow morning. But BAH to them for thinking they'll need to take naps after they get in and won't be fully recovered until the evening. I never do that when I go cross-country to visit them!! Every time I step foot on the West coast, I'm rarin' to... *zzzzzzzzz* Oh, right. Hmmm. So now, must decide whether to come into work tomorrow to make up for the hours I'll be missing during the HK trip. All day tomorrow? Half day tomorrow and half next Friday? Or screw it and just do all next Friday and take my own extra long nap tomorrow morning? Decisions, decisions....
Another hmmm. Is two weeks enough time to recover from expected, massive post-HK jetlag? Because Jen informed me yesterday to keep my June flexible - she's going back to California for a weekend conference and wants J and me to go keep her company. More decisions. Meep.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:05 AM ... ||
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
Add this to the "WTF" category:
So we got our new Philly assignment. Are you ready for this? Instead of "dissecting people" and testing our device on the whole tissue in an in vitro model, we are now going to... "punch holes" in the tissue and use the removed "holes" for another kind of testing. No, seriously. It's supposed to be more empirical than what we've been doing so far. And I've been told we even have a hole puncher just for this type of work. Honest.
*boggles*
We're going to get our equipment together and practice on my tongues this week (maybe) so we'll be ready when we go in May. Only one Philly trip next month due to the Pooh going out of the country and TeamDumbass going back to Mexico. Anyway, we're going on the 10th. J and I have already invited our friend N to come keep us company (and to bring liquor), and I've invited Trix. If any of you are in the neighborhood.... hee. Come on! You know you wanna check out some dissected holes! lmfao.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:49 PM ... ||
Bored.
So bored.
So incredibly bored.
Falling asleep.
Ooooh! Report to work on!
Oh, wait. Boss isn't here today.
Bored.
So so so so bored.
Brain cells shriveling from lack of stimulation.
Contrary to popular belief, extreme boredom at work is Very Bad.
It pains. It hurts. It causes suicidal tendencies. (But also lets you justify two hour lunches... sorta.)
Hmm... maybe I'll bring the webcam to work so you can all see just how freaking BORED I am.
Yeah... maybe not.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:31 PM ... ||
*shiver shiver*
The good and the bad of it being COLD at night:
~ Pooh got to wear one of her favoritest shirts to bed. That's a good thing.
~ Pooh got to throw another blanket on the bed. She lurves her cozy, snuggly, warm blankets. That's a very good thing.
~ *squeeze, cuddle, snuggle, hug* Hey! Someone's gotta keep Eeyore and PoohBear warm! That's also another good thing.
~ BUT IT WAS FREEZING! Last night and still this morning. That's bad. Very bad. Oh so incredibly baaaaaaaaad. WHY, dammit..... why. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 7:34 AM ... ||
Oh crap. It just hit me. Like, really hit me. Pooh's going halfway across the world! Damn. I know, I know. I've known about it forever, but I've always been meh about it because it just seemed so far away. Also, have way too much to do to take a leisurely trip halfway around the globe... and the thought of missing all of you! *sobs* So you know, not so much on the excitement. Except it finally hit me today. Ugh. Scary. But kinda weeee! (I think.)
Anyway, I've been making lists of things I need to bring there/back and things I need to take care of before/after. Shut up. I like lists. Even if they hate me sometimes and I end up ignoring them. Bleh. Pooh's leaving in about two weeks (TWO WEEKS!! Damn.) so anyone who wants a postcard or a souvenir or both, let me know. You've got two weeks to decide if you want something specific, a surprise, or a big fat nuthin' (I'm especially great at giving that last one. :P) It'll give me something to do -- you know, other than shopping for a hubby (unless someone else wants one, too). Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:44 AM ... ||
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
NOOOOOOOOO
DOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!
YAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!
*breathes huge sigh of RELIEF*
*sobs happy tears*
*kicks the angst*
ETA:
Fuuuuuuuuuuck. I hate this show. Hrmph. *huggles Alias instead*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:28 PM ... ||
Ooowwwie.
Pooh's all sooooooooore.
Birthday's in less than three months. Would very much like a kick ass massager (ooh! vibrating chair! umm... nevermind) or a Guy (Kief? Tony? NekkidWetTorturedVaughn? thongs not required) to give her shoulder rubs (etc).
Surely those wouldn't cost too too too much, right? Hmm. You guys can pool your money together. *nods wisely*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:05 PM ... ||
So the pretty day? Not so shiny or pretty anymore.
Decided to enjoy the wonderfulness of working from home (on my day off, no less), by playing on Excel and watching my brand spanking new Firefly DVDs (shutup, I'm sloooow). Finished watching Disc 1. Finished playing with two sets of data. Weee! Popped in Disc 2. Settled in to do more data stuff.... WTF! Another Disc 1????? Some dumbass put a Disc 1 in my Disc 2 case. *sobs* That's just so... so... so... wrong. Argh.
*bummed*
*composes livid email to Amazon* Or something.
No extra cam battery today and no Disc 2. Shiny day is starting to look a bit faded now. Hrmph.
Dammit. If I had only picked up that Love, Actually DVD while I was at Best Buy... I could be all mushy and sappy and hopelessly in lurve right now. *cough* I mean... that would sooooooo not be me. Ever. *nods*
|| posted by Pooh at 6:02 PM ... ||
*waves to Trix*
I hope she got home okay. We had a blast gossipping over the phone last night. Hee! Also... she's going to visit me the next time I'm in Philly. She's going to help dissect people. Weeee! (You heard it here first. I'm gonna make her!) LOL.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:14 PM ... ||
Pretty, pretty day. I even used the sunroof. Weeeeee! It's the little things, people.
Very productive day, too. Ordered more tongues for tomorrow. Visited my nerd people at Best Buy and got a purty new memory card for the cam. Yay!
Two more days until the friends come into town!
|| posted by Pooh at 4:02 PM ... ||
Monday, April 26, 2004
Goodness. That hurt. I'm so rusty, I'm starting to scare myself. *considers scrapping last post and re-doing... or maybe just forgetting it and going to bed (with Vaughn)*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:36 PM ... ||
Sunday, April 25, 2004
Last three Alias eps of the season. Better break out of my snark funk before it's too late.
*cracks knuckles* All righty... shall we?
Alias 3.20: Blood Ties
Previously
~ Brill knew DaddyVaughn? Oooooh. I bet this will be important later this season, huh?
~ "The... (deep breathing exercises)... Passenger... (melodramatic hyperventilating)... is... (scenery chewing)... your sister! (final... no... wait... final... noooo.... oh, here it comes... death gasp!)..." dun dun DUN! People on this show need to learn how to just die already. Although, when I go, I hope to go out with as much drama as possible because hell, always leave them wanting more... or something. But never on a TV show - that's just overacting.
~ *Pooh gives Marshall a wedgie*
~ It's Aaron! The '24' big bad is Aaron!! He's not a Secret Service guy afterall! He's... he's... whothefuck is he again on this show?
~ This time, Sloane doesn't take 56947474747474 hours to die.
~ "I need you." So says Jack in his yummy sex voice to the NekkidSloaneInABag. Rowr!
~ OMG. Lauren is the mole?!?!?!?!?!?! Shit. Where have I been?
Now
~ Firing Range of PoohLust Vaughn. Hot. Pooh. Puddle. I call it the Kief/Meloni Factor. Vaughn's pissed at Dixon, which makes him all angry and tense and yummy. And he's SCRUFFY. And he's wearing blue. And his sleeves are ROLLED UP. And he's shooting his gun. And... And... Excuse me while I go examine this newfound VaughnLust.... *rewind rewind rewind*
~ Bangs o' Death I'm sorry. Something happened in this scene, but I was too busy staring at Sydney's bangs. Good grief, woman. Oh, wait. There was something about that ol' "wine spiked with yadda yadda yadda to counteract the blah blah blah while suppressing cardiac activity in order to mimic death" plot device. Yeah, that one. "I did not grieve for you." Oh, whatever, Syd. You luuurrrrrrve Sloane, oh yes you do. (Shut up.) Good GOD, this scene is looooooooong!
~ Flashback! Ahhh. Sloane freebasing reminds Pooh of how PoohMommy used to do that to her BabyTylenol tablets back in the day because Pooh had problems swallowing. No, wait... that doesn't sound right... But instead of the Rambaldi drugs, PoohMom crushed pink baby aspirin. And instead of melting the drugs in a spoon, PoohMom melted the orangey flavored bits in some water. And instead of using a syringe, Pooh got to lick the spoon. Anyway.......... Sloane shooting up isn't nearly as hot as TheKief shooting up. I'm just saying. Also... I didn't know heroin came in green. Does it come in other colors? Pink? Purple? Blue? Pooh wouldn't mind the rainbow-colored kind. Unless it's not heroin, then I pass cuz otherwise, what's the point. I mean... um.... nevermind. And sheesh, Sloane... everyone knows you don't inject the stuff in your arm. That'll leave track marks. *rolls eyes*
~ Back to the Warehouse of Bangs "If The Covenant finds her, they will expose her to the elixir in massive doses. It will lay waste to her psyche. More likely it'll kill her." And anyway... "I'm her father. That's MY job." Oh. Sorry. I started channeling PoohDad. Ermmm... *looks around* Heh! LMFAO at the Big Ball of Green Goo. That almost looked cool... except NOT.
~ Sham Marriages Rule! Dude. Fiji is THE vacation hotspot for all CIA agents. They must have their own hotel there. Ya think if Lauren and Vaughn end up going, they'll run into Lennox? Cuz Lennox was hot, yo. This show could use some more Lennox. Like a LOT more. Ooooh. You know why else I LURVE Vaughn? Because he does vacations the way the Pooh wants to do them -- "what about next month?" I'm there, baby. Let's just drop everything and go. And eeeeee! Vaughn's got Pooh's old phone! Well, not hers, but one that looks like hers. That, along with the VaughnLappie that looked kinda sorta like Harold... Dude. It was totally meant to be. Screw Syd and Lauren. The Vaughn and Pooh are soulmates, dammit.
~ The Elevator of HoYay Come on. Who's the black private dick that's a sex machine to all the chicks? And he's in an elevator. With Vaughn. Who happens to have major HoYay potential. Oh wait.... plot points being discussed... must. pay. attention. Oh no! DaddyVaughn was a... omg... a Follower of Rambaldi. Dude. That's just wrong. WRONG! Oh, wait. I don't care. So let me see if I've got this right... Obi-Wan-Daddy-Vaughn rescued Princess SpySis from from Darth Sloane and Irina and secretly transported her to Alderaan someplace else to be raised by Bail Organa other Followers? Or maybe I'm getting all my stories mixed up, which is a possibility. What show is this again??? Hee! Those two goons that knocked out Vaughn? Yeah. They work for me. Bring him to mommy! Umm... crap. This VaughnLust is wrong, so very wrong. *smaps self* Also, poor Weiss can't even chase tail correctly, I mean, trail Lauren. Awww. Weiss needs some love. *hugs Weiss*
~ The Plane o' Lame-o This scene is boring. Talk talk talk. Stare stare stare. Furrow furrow furrow. Talk talk talk. Even Jack is boring me. *sobs*
~ Potential Virus Alert! Dude. Wait until Jack Bauer finds out SecretServiceAgentAaron is a member of The Trust. Palmer is not going to be happy.
~ The Car of Too Much Talking *cries* Everyone just shut up. Less with the talking! More with the Pow! Bam! Boom! Bang! Dammit! And poor Jack. I know he's all misty-eyed because he thought there was a possibility that Syd wasn't actually his daughter. But duuuuude, Jack. Just think about it. You would have been free. FREE! Cuz Syd is the worst spy eva and there is no way - NO WAY - she can truly be a Bristow/Derevko byproduct. Isn't that against the laws of nature, or something? *grumble* Okay... it was a good scene with all the Jack mopey and the SpyFam angst. I guess not every father/daughter scene can (or should) be as sexed up as the Kief/Kim dynamic.
~ Of Bondage and S&M The camera lovingly pans down, gently caressing the Nekkidness that is Vaughn... And he's all wet. Chinese water torture? A shout-out to the Pooh VaughnLust. Shut up. I'm claiming it, so there! Ha! Also... Sark needs to stop playing with that DumbbellOfLurve or whatever it is, shut the fuck up, and get wet and nekkid with Vaughn. There. I said it. I just solved the ratings problem for Alias. Now, if only JJ & Co would implement that...
Crraaaaaaaaaaaap! Credits are only coming on NOW? Damn I'm rusty. It only took me a good three hours to get this far. Oh right... the 8 chats going on at the same time aren't helping with the concentration. Grrrr!
~ The CIA Rotunda Omg. There really are other CIA agents besides Syd and Vaughn. *dies from shock*
~ Geek Lurrrrrve! Where Pooh claims another nonexistent shout-out. Museum with dinosaurs? Pooh went to the museum to see dinosaurs a few weeks ago. Max! Where's Max? Syd needs a Max! (Shut up. I'm trying to make this review all about me more interesting, dammit!) Fossils from China! I'm claiming that one, too, since Pooh is going to be making a pit stop in China on her HK trip. (shut up!!) Evil!! EVIL!! E-V-I-L!! Crappy Syd, preying on the poor nerdy museum guy. Baaaaad! Oh god, this scene hurts. Is that how nerds fall in lurve? I'm asking cuz I have absolutely no clue... erm... ooh! New scene!
~ More Hoyay! The camera makes lurve to Vaughn's stomach (ok, I'm starting to gross myself out now...) while Sark slips on the rubber... glove, dude, glove... so they can play with the LightningRodOfElectricWuv. Aww. Boys and their toys. "Holding that thing, you almost look like you've reached puberty." Dude. *sobs* It was the first glimpse of VaughnSnark many episodes ago that made the Pooh forget she was supposed to hate Vaughn. And now????? Dammit. Weak snark, but still, it's snark... and Pooh's easy for a snarky man. Grrrr. And since this is going to be a somewhat clean blog entry, Pooh will refrain from making HoYay suggestions as to exactly where Sark should have placed the CattleProdOfRomanticSparks . *zips lips*
~ Look Into My Eye Five seconds per retinal scan? Oh no... it's not obvious at all what Sloane is up to. Btw, Aaron is soooooooo obviously evil. If Jack Bauer crashed through that door right now, this will offically be the best episode ever. *holds breath* Ugh. This mission is so... *yawn* But look! It's that knockout spray from... um... that other ep. First season, even.
~ This is Your Brain... Through the Rambaldi Rolling Pin? Sloane uses the ball of glowing absinthe to turn on the Rambaldi dot matrix printer. And Jack, in his best line of the entire ep, is a sweetie and tells us "It looks like brain waves!" (Even better than the "He's got space dementia!" line from Armaggedon.) "We've found her." Umm... no, you just found a bunch of squiggly lines. Oh man... it's getting late, and that's the best snark I could come up with for this scene. Dude! I'm RUSTY!!!!!!! GAH!!!!!
~ Mmm... Vaughn... Pooh Lauren, wipes down The Vaughn. (I disgust even myself.) Weeeeeee!!! Sark bitchslaps Lauren! Trix told me she's calling that her shout-out. Since I've called everything else I could distort into one, I'm willing to let that bitca her have that one. Heh.
~ Say What? Experimental satellites that are capable of encephalography? WTF? Eh? Awww, Sloane will do anything for his kid. Love how all the dads rule on this show. *kicks PoohDad* LOL. J/K. And then Syd interrupts all the daddy lovin' by blah blah blah'ing about her sad sad sad life without a mommy.
~ Even More NekkidVaughn Fuckit. I'm claiming all NekkidVaughn scenes as a shout-out to the PoohVaughnLust. Pooh/NekkidTorturedVaughn4Eva! Or something. Oh crap. I'm slipping. I haven't even complained about not being able to see the VaughnBoxers! Sheesh. Everyone knows it's not really torture until you do it in your undies. Wait... my brain's fuzzled... something I just typed doesn't sound right... Oh well.
~ Oz: The Alias Years Not as interesting as the original. *yawn* Oh look! A... tiny explosion.
~ A Hitchhiker's Guide to Something or Other See, Vaughn... When you jump out in front of a car like a fucking lunatic, people don't like to stop to offer a lift. Yeah, not so much. Also... if you get run over by an 18-wheeler, it kinda defeats the purpose of trying to get a ride. Have to give props to Sark&Co, though, for thinking large scale. I mean, seriously... why bother with a regular ol' car when you can try to fake out Vaughn with the big truck? I mean, think about it... why would a Sark operative be driving that big ol' clunker? Oooh!!!! "Is Winnie back from Hong Kong?" No, she's not leaving until the 14th, and won't be back until the 24th.... Come on! You KNOW you heard Vaughn ASK that! ...shuttup. And then the truck went kablooey, which was Very Good. But then Sark and Lauren tried to be all badass, which was only Kinda Good. And then Lauren did that kick thing to Vaughn's head, and... now that's just showing off. Hrmph. *runs to rub Vaughn's forehead*
~ In the Oz Infirmary Syd/SpySis reunion. Awwww! Blah blah blah, I'm your sister, blah blah blah, here to rescue you, blah blah blah, oh yeah, and I ALMOST FORGOT... my name is Sydney. How rude. Most people introduce themselves first before they go about rescuing people. And how does one "almost forget" to say what their name is?
~ Marshall! And... that's about it.
~ The Pit of Despair Says Sark to an unconscious Vaughn: "I'm sure you've discovered my deep and abiding interest in pain. At present I'm writing the definitive work on the subject. So I want you to be totally honest with me on how The Machine The Inferno Protocol makes you feel." Vaughn convulses in bed. Oy oy oy. Did anyone else's knees go weak when they stuck that needle right into Vaughn's neck like that? Oy. But mmm... UnconsciousVaughn... *takes advantage of him*
~ Back at Oz-Lite Syd decides to practice some kickboxing. SpySis wakes up and joins in. Together, they do more exercising than Pooh ever will in a year, erm... maybe two. More guards come to kick their ass. Pooh especially appreciates the eagerness with which Guard#3 comes running out the gate to meet his doom - the skipping was rather enthusiastic, if I may say so myself. Pooh likes SpySis. She's kinda cool. Plus, she looks like she could kick Syd's ass, which is always of the good.
~ Back in the GeekCave Heh. Freakazoid. Weiss. Hmm... makes sense. *pats Marshall, pinches his cheeks*
~ HoYay? More CIA agents! Weiss sees NekkidVaughn strapped into the bed and goes running to him. I don't blame Weiss. I would have done the same exact thing, except you know... I probably would have added a flying leap to land on top of HisNekkidness. Or.. um.. something. NOT that Vaughn does anything for me. He doesn't. Nope. Well, especially if he's pretty much catatonic right now.
~ Taking the Scenic Route Syd and SpySis decide that getting their asses out of NotOz isn't nearly as important as sitting down in a doorway to catch their breath, catch up on their current lives, paint their nails, braid each other's hair, cry about having never known each other until now, and gossip like good sisters. SpySis is pretty hot, but that makes sense given the extreme hotness of The Sloane and Irina.
~ The NotSafeHouse Whoa! Will has a sister? That's like pulling continuity points from season ONE. WTF. Ok... WHO is trying to do their job NOW? *dies of shock... except not* Oh oh. Even though Sloane is SO obviously up to no good, and it's ALL LIES!! his "daddy wuvs his little girl" speech made even Pooh get a bit teary, and y'all know Pooh's a cold-hearted bitca. *sniff* Mmm... Sark giving orders! Mmm... Jack and Syd kicking ass together! Ahahaha. Sloane's EVIL! Duh.
~ The Hospital Room of Shipper Lurrr... Psych! Awwwwwww! Syd held his hand! *swoony and stuff* *rollseyes* I think I liked HospitalVaughn better when he was bleeding from his fingernails and every other pore and orifice. That was some cool stuff. Although... he's got the lurvely bedhead here. Makes Pooh want to play with his messy hair. Rowr. (Pooh blames continued VaughnLust throughout entry a result of too little sleep. Yeah... that's it.) Oh, yeah, other than Vaughn... there might have been something about Syd and SpySis not surviving a fight or something or other that isn't too important because dude... Vaughn. Messy Hair. In a hospital bed. (I'm DOOMED! Oy. *hangs head in shame*)
~ It's Really Just Hi-C Ectoplasm Cooler Eeek. That's one scary mofo of a syringe, dude. Ouch. Sloane is such a badass, torturing his daughter like that. Sorta like the PoohDad. Heh. Just kidding. I mean... no, yeah, definitely just kidding. Especially liked Sloane's voice breaking when he told her he wished there was another way, and then apologizing to her. Nice touch, you evil evil evil man. And surprisingly, I have no snark for this scene because I'm too pooped to think of any. Bleh.
The episode overall was pretty good. I could have done with less talking and more action, but then, I like seeing things go boom. Also could have done with way more HoYay. How awful of them to tease us like that. More HoYay, dammit! And more NekkidWetVaughn, because I may as well finish this post with this inexplicable lust for the forehead wrinklies. And finally, here's hoping that SpySis doesn't suck... too much. Heh.
Ugh. This post took way too long to do for this much subpar snark. I really hope Pooh gets out of her snark funk soon. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 10:56 PM ... ||
Dude.
On Alias: Best. Show. EVER. No, wait, I meant this crap suuuuuuuucks.
Hrmph. If my dl were just a tad faster, I could have posted some long-winded thoughts on the ep by now. Instead, I am now pondering the very important question of whether to "find a cookie? or snark?" I'll tell you what I will do right now while I try to make a decision. *rewind to nekkidvaughn* *gets a drink*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:03 PM ... ||
Ehh? Umm...?
Can hear the Roomie's TV... sort of. Can't tell if it's porn or something really melodramatic. And I don't really want to guess either way.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:19 PM ... ||
Ahhh. *yawn, stretch, yawn, relax*
There's nothing like sleeping in late on a Sunday morning, especially when it's raining. Then sitting in bed with a cup of joe and the Sunday paper. Ooooh! Crossword!
Hmm. Wewy interwesting... And I thought I had social anxiety problems and hated people. Seen at the supermarket: a woman rushing by with a cart, practically crying, and her husband catching up to her and giving her a hug and reassuring her everything was okay. Overheard during that scene: woman exclaiming "Hurry up and let's get out of here. It's too crowded." Pooh during that scene: looks around... looks around some more... there's one other person in the aisle... goes past a few more aisles... there's like... no one in the supermarket. No, seriously. No. One. I had my choice of 5 checkout lanes, and the longest wait was one person.
Huh.
Okay, back to crossword puzzle!
|| posted by Pooh at 3:25 PM ... ||
Oh dear.
Have you ever laughed so hard your cheeks hurt and you felt like passing out?
Yeah.
It hurt. It still hurts. And I'm forever emotionally traumatized. lmfao.
*crawls into bed and hugs Eeyore and PoohBear* Ahh, much better...
|| posted by Pooh at 12:20 AM ... ||
Saturday, April 24, 2004
Wow. Shocker. Pooh actually has something to do on a Saturday, huh?
Blah blah blah. Gotta get my ass out of bed by 6 AM to do some lurvely family yadda yadda yadda stuff. Then the work friends (plus one of their mutual friends) are planning on test-running a strip club because the mutual friend is trying to plan a bachelorette party. So yeah... if I get my ass back from family stuff and don't feel too burnt out from the long day... the Poohster gets to join them. Should be... erm... fun? Jen told us she went to this place months ago and she's still "scarred" from it, but scarred in a good way. I think she started hyperventilating just reminiscing about it when she was trying to assure us that we'd have a... "really really REALLY good time." Heh. Only problem? The mutual friend and one of the work friends has a curfew. A CURFEW. What's up with that? Not only that, but they both told their parents they were going to a comedy show.
Umm... I thought I was sheltered? Hmm. Anyway, they need to be home by 11. (DUDE. Soooooo wrong!) So if I do go, I'll probably be back around then, too. Scarred, perhaps? We'll see.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:06 AM ... ||
Friday, April 23, 2004
Huh. When they say they'll put your resume into their database, I guess sometimes it really does "work."
Apparently, something in my profile matches a job opening. But do I really want to go to Minnesota? Eek.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:54 PM ... ||
Craaaap! Overslept... by a lot. Oops. Guess I won't be going into work today. *whistles*
You know what I love best about my new Eeyore? The detachable tail. Soooo adorable. And his sad face just makes me awwwww. Also, he's the perfect size to sit on my lap for hugging... you know, when I'm at the computer and just get the urge to hug something (he helped me analyze data at work yesterday!)... NOT anything dirty. How does Disney make their toys so damn soft, anyway? PoohBear got kicked out of bed last night. But as soft and snuggly as Eeyore is, he's smaller than Pooh and therefore doesn't have the same cuddle factor. In bed anyway. [ETA: Nevermind. I figured it out. I'm resourceful like that.] *pout* But it's not nearly as big a problem as Squidferd's, who got moved to the shelf because he's so tiny he kept getting lost in bed. Max is grateful for the company.
Oh god!
I SWEAR I'm all growed up and mature... and stuff. I CAN have articulate, intelligent, witty... coherent... conversations. Ones that are based in real reality and not just PoohReality. Honest. The toy stories are just to amuse you all. I don't really sleep with them... but you know... just in case I did - which I'm not saying I do, but just in case I do - it's only because it's so damn cold in the morning and it's nice to have something to snuggle... not that I need to snuggle... or that I don't get how sad it is that I'm snuggling toys instead of... well... real people... like TheKief, for example... but they're just so damn soft and cuddly (the toys... although I'm sure theKief could possibly be soft and cuddly? maybe? not?) and... I mean... they're REALLY just like extra pillows...so... I could technically just get some real extra pillows instead... it's just that I haven't had time... and... and... and...
Crap.... just go away...
*******
See?! All growed up!
Trix sent this link my way. For all Coupling fans. Well, the real Coupling, anyway. You know you wanna. I know Trix wants to. And as soon as a few more people do it... I'll, um, fill in my form. Yeah... that's it...
Oh man. Now stuck in giggle loop. *smaps self* Okay, back to serious, matured, growed up Pooh. *nods and frowns*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:32 AM ... ||
Thursday, April 22, 2004
ACK!
Brushing my teeth and the absolute worst image ever popped into my head. It was a visual from my technical meeting this afternoon. VanWilder answering the question of how the heater wire is wound around the tip of our device... and not being able to do it verbally... but finding it absolutely necessary to use both hand gestures and pelvic gyrations to indicate direction of wire coiling... while standing directly in front of the sitting ScaryBoss... and then J imitating both hand gestures and pelvic gyrations after work when no one was around.
I have no idea why that came to me just now. I really don't. Must be because of the friends' plans for Saturday. Hmm... will have to investigate.
ETA:
Be awed. Pooh was kicking all sorts of ass in that meeting today. Managed to point out potential flaws in two suggested testing methods today, and was agreed with. Woohoo! That's right... worship me, baby.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:56 PM ... ||
Oh god. I suck.
Damn viscious snowball effect. *sobs* Can we please rewind time? Thank you. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 11:19 PM ... ||
O
M
G
You suck.
That's all.
Hrmph.
ETA:
*kick and smap!* Because I'm a tard.
ETA, Part 2:
I just sat through a one and a half hour serious technical meeting... kicking myself. Dammit. Crappity suckity suck.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:37 PM ... ||
It's another one of those days again.
Woke up a whole hour earlier so I could get to work on time for that stupid training. Left the house a whole half hour before normal so I could get to work on time for that stupid training.
Do you know what came next?
Traffic. Not just regular 7:30 AM rush hour traffic. Incredible traffic. Horrendous traffic. Traffic that stretches for miles and miles. Traffic that makes me late for my training, and forces me to have to reschedule. Ugh. That means I need to do this all over again on another day. Blech.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:11 AM ... ||
Meh.
Someone wake me up tomorrow... erm, later... so I can remember to go to my annual Hazardous Waste training early in the morning? (Seriously... why must it be sooooooooo early?)
A wake-up call around 6 AM would be great. Thanks. (Or, you know, Kief booting me out of bed at 6:15 AM would be even better.)
lmao
|| posted by Pooh at 12:47 AM ... ||
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Question: If you don't like the numbers that came out of the data analysis, what does that mean?
Answer: You got crappy data.
Question: If nothing good jumps out at you, what does that mean?
Answer: You got crappy data.
Question: If the graphs and measurements look bad, what does that mean?
Answer: YOU GOT CRAPPY DATA.
Question: If we try to analyze it a different way, can we get the data to look... better?
Answer: Sure. Give me a few hours and don't ask me any questions afterwards, and I'm your girl.
Okay, that was bad. I would never ever do that. Nope. But you know... raw collected data using acquisition programs we've been using forever... don't lie. Oh, wait... we haven't used those programs forever, because they used the WRONG PROGRAM! Oh, and... took really CRAPPY pictures for measurement analysis! And now they're saying they need to get a real pathologist to do the measurements because they didn't like the numbers I got... when FROM THE BEGINNING, they said they were only going to use my numbers to back up the pathologist's instead of the other way around... Dude. Just dude. What the freaking @#$#$%$%^$%@.
Why is everyone a tard?
And WHY are we only getting around to going over my Mexico analysis NOW?
|| posted by Pooh at 10:31 AM ... ||
Why is it so cold!
Why is it raining!
Why is taggy down! *kicks taggy*
Why didn't someone remind me that I had an 8:30 AM meeting!
On the other hand, weeeeeee to getting a gmail account.
Okay. Gotta get ass to work now. Blech.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:47 AM ... ||
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
Mmmm. Another beautiful, gorgeous day.
The kind of day when the sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and the temperature is... just. right. The kind when you wake up in the morning and you just don't want to get out of bed. When it's cozy under the covers but still manages to be slightly cool and soothing no matter where you shift, and every position is the most comfortable position ever. When you can be wide awake but then scrunch up under the comforter and doze back off in a minute. When the cool breeze through the window gently caresses your skin and tickles just a teeny bit. And you find it's the absolute perfect day to stay in bed, snuggling with someone or something or the BigPoohbear. *SQUEEZE!* I knew there was a reason I rescued him from home...
But then you eventually get out of bed because you don't want to seem like a total sloth and besides, Squidferd keeps poking you in the side. Also, lying in bed does absolutely nothing for the waistline and the triple chin-age. *sigh* And anyway, there's work to be done so the Pooh can get outta here. *nods*
*****
EEP!
Jenai and I are getting our act together for Vegas. Come on... who wants to come with? You know you wanna! And we need to start picking a weekend and a hotel, and it'll be good to know who wants in. So... YOU KNOW YOU WANNA!
Right-o...
So...
~ Who's coming?
~ When's a good weekend?
ETA: ~ Who's volunteering to be the mini-FF-ho this time? Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:46 AM ... ||
Monday, April 19, 2004
WEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
C and S are coming to visit the Pooh next weekend! Whoring in NYC, baby!
*bouncy bouncy*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:34 PM ... ||
So yeah... Onesy called it. No Alias snark from me. But that's only because Gabby did a kickass job on hers.
Um... I probably would have said more on the LAME shoot out at the end, though. Just saying.
Other quick notes that I will make:
~ Harold and I loved seeing Vaughn's lappie again in the previouslies. Looks almost just like Harold!
~ There is no Vaughn lust. Except, maybe there is... just a little. But REALLY LITTLE.
~ There's tons of Jack lust. TONS.
~ Vaughn and Lauren making sloppy wet sex noises killed me. As did Marshall. As did Syd's look. lmfao.
~ I heart Sloane. Except when he's behind bars, doing absolutely nothing. And sorry, but he couldn't die fast enough for me.
~ Sark's still a bit of a pansyass. (But I am determined to love him in the next episode. Rowrr!)
~ Ep started off good for me, but then got really really really slooooooooooooow for me. I don't know why.
~ SydBangs and that dress and the music and the two guns in slooooo-moooo = LAME.
And that's about it for a quickie post on my thoughts. Wow. I can't even get in a good snark. I worry about me sometimes...
|| posted by Pooh at 8:51 PM ... ||
You know what? Everyone hates a smartass. No, wait... scratch that. Okay, so what that I wasn't in the door by 9 AM at the latest this morning? SO WHAT? I don't think I needed J to call me up on the cell, making fun of me, asking where I was. Granted, I could have still been sleeping cuz it's been that kind of week (oh, wait, it's only Monday...), but noooooo. I was stuck in traffic because some dumbasses decided to get in a multi-car accident ONE exit before the one I needed. And somehow, I got stuck behind this really annoying chick who loves her gaps. NATURE ABHORS GAPS, PEOPLE!!! POOH abhors gaps!! We're going barely 5 mph so there was no reason for her to speed up, come to an abrupt stop about one and a half cars behind the one in front of her, and then... only then... sloooooooooowly edge up to about three feet behind the front car. Oy. OYYYY! And then that bitca kept doing something in the passenger seat. I have no clue what it was, but she was practically leaning over the passenger seat. But then every minute or so, she'd brush her hair with her hands. Look... you don't need to handbrush your hair EVERY FUCKING MINUTE. Pssst... mall hair is soooooo out, too. So yeah... got stuck behind her for thirty minutes. And then every traffic station refused to mention what lane the accident occurred in. So you know, I'm all the way in the left, and only when I get close enough to the actual accident have they put up the cones that closed off every lane EXCEPT the right lane. Ugh.
As annoying as that was, I'd have to admit that particular stretch of highway has given me trouble before, too. I've had a couple of near misses around that area. And after seeing the cars involved in that four car accident... ugh. Immediately made resolution to be a "better" driver (kinda hard considering I'm Jersey-bred), and also... to avoid the "crap, I just got in an accident and I didn't even get to do... blah blah blah before I... yadda yadda yadda" situation, from now on, Pooh seizes every opportunity to do whatever her heart desires. Vaca? Hell yes, no thinking twice. New expensive toys? Oh yeah, bring that baby over here. Jump Kief? You betcha, *pounce*! Only, I'll probably start.... tomorrow or next week cuz I'm feeling kind of lazy right now. Heh.
Thank god I rushed to work, ya know. Because there was a TON of things for us to do. *nods* Oh yeah. TONS! Let's see... chatted with friends... got the okay for time off for HK (boss wants me to make up the hours I'll miss, hrmph! old boss would let me go wherever as long as there was advanced notice, sigh)... had lunch... cleaned the lab... stared at some graphs and charts and pretended to started working on one of my reports... emails... more chatting... See? Very productive, if I may say so myself. La la la. In my defense, the prototypes that were supposed to arrive today for testing, didn't... the equipment I needed for tongue testing was supposed to come today, but didn't... and the guy they're trying to get on our team fulltime to lead those tests, didn't hear back from him. So yeah... it's not that I DIDN'T want to actually work my ass off today, it was just that everything was against us. Mmmhmm. *more nods*
*sweet innocent smile*
|| posted by Pooh at 7:26 PM ... ||
Chappelle!!!!!!
Oh, wait... we're onto Alias now.... Right.
So the ep started and I started to get my mental snark on. But then the ep continued and I got a bit meh. However... it's been forever since I've snarked on this show. Like, seriously snarked on the show. Methinks it's time to shake the rust off and just do it. I've gotten way too mellow lately (shut up, One), and that's just wrong. WRONG, I tell ya! So instead of saving the snark for the next ep... or the ep after that... or until whenever I feel inspired... I think I'll just jump into this one. *nods*
Um... maybe tomorrow. 'Cuz I'm tired now. Bleh.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:05 AM ... ||
Sunday, April 18, 2004
Hmm... KickassMichelle or HorseySyd? The winner of the Battle of the Timeslots is... 24, of course. Duh.
So here's some thoughts on tonight's episode of 24:
~ Kill Chappelle? Frell that. Kill Wayne. Shut up, Wayne. No, just shut up, Wayne. Shut the hell up, Wayne. Go away, Wayne. Move yer ass over to Tru Calling, Wayne.
~ Palmer is a PANSYASS. Yeah, let's just let Jack decide what happens to Chappelle. Kiefer4President2004!!
~ GayMatt! Nooooooooooo!!!
~ Kiefer in his vest. Yum. Kiefer with the sex voice. Yum. Kiefer and the HoYay with Tony AND Chappelle. Yuuuuuuuuuuum.
~ Tony/Michelle angst. Oh man. Oh. MAN. *sniffle*
~ StrikeForceChase! Yummy. Actually, all of them on the team were yummy. But the ending to that sequence? D'OH!
~ The cyanide pills arriving at the hotel? Killed me. *sniffle* Damn.
~ All the Chappelle stuff. Oh god. *sniffle* The end? *sniffle* When Jack asked him if he had anyone he wanted to say goodbye to? And Chappelle's answer? Oh god. *sniffle sniffle* Chappelle trying to win some dignity? *teary teary teary* Chappelle not being able to go through with it? *cries* Right before the end? *sobs* Dammit! Chappelle's an ass, yes. But he's ultimately a good guy, and that sucks. Pooh hurts for Chappelle. He needed to die a long time ago, but not in this way. *sniffle*
~ The Kiefer at the end. Knew it was coming, but it still shocked me a bit. Isn't the Kief supposed to be able to get out of these tight spots? Shouldn't he have been able to find a way to save Chappelle? WHY COULDN'T HE???? Is there no limit to TheKief's badassness? Methinks his country asks way too much of him. *sniffle*
Hee! The previews for the next episode. Um... was that a doubling/clone thing going on? Wasn't paying much attention but I thought I heard something along those lines. Dude. Did 24 become Alias? LOL
This show still rules, though. I LOVE THIS SHOW!
Okay... time to watch Alias....
|| posted by Pooh at 10:21 PM ... ||
Ugh.
Too much DD French Vanilla iced coffee. But damn if that cranberry-orange muffin didn't taste good.
AND I did grab Thing 2 from the library for a study break and walked around the park. See? Exercise! Goooorgeous outside. Except now it's getting kinda cold again. *sighness*
|| posted by Pooh at 5:15 PM ... ||
Mmmmm. I just woke up. Hee!
It's absolutely gorgeous outside. Not too hot and a great breeze. Methinks I'm going to forget about cleaning (that's Work, ya know).
Hmm. Maybe I'll take a walk in the park. Or bring a book and read in the shade.
Or maybe I'll just relax. And relax. And relaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaax.
La la la *rub rub rub*
Hee. I'm in a good mood today. *BIG HUGS to everyone*
... we'll see how I feel after HorsieVaughnAndSyd tonight... :P
|| posted by Pooh at 12:58 PM ... ||
Sometimes good girls can be bad, too.
For example: There's Charlie. [Hmm... better or worse than the goatse? Hee.]
Charlie was kind of featured on TechTV, so it's all good. Pooh's not being pervy. She's being sci-en-terrific!
And... that's about it. Birthday's coming up in a few months... *whistles innocently*
Hee! And I didn't think I was going to post that link. Huh. Look at that. Surprised even myself. Mwahahahahahahahahahaha.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:37 AM ... ||
You know what's really fun?
Driving around the train station at 1 AM, talking on the phone with the sister.
"Where are you?"
"Where are YOU?"
"Dude. Wait by the bus stop."
"What bus stop?"
"The one by the stairs coming down from the platform."
"What are you talking about?"
"Dude. You're only allowed to come down one stairwell this late."
"No, you're not."
"WTF."
"I'm by the bookstore. Where are you?"
"I'm coming around."
"What side?"
"The side I'M on!"
"Left or right?"
"The station side! Dude. Where ARE you?"
"Dammit. By the taxis."
"Duuuuude. They're EVERYWHERE! Where the fuck are YOU?"
"I'm right HERE!"
"Okay. Damn. I see you."
"Well, you can't stop here."
"..... Dammit. Walk your ass around the corner."
So yeah... And then I got snarked on for "taking all the weird ways" to get her back to her dorm. Almost responded by kicking her out the car. Heh. I love sisters. Don't you?
|| posted by Pooh at 1:37 AM ... ||
Saturday, April 17, 2004
Ick.
Had to kill two HUGE spiders today. *shudder, girly scream* Don't like Spring. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 3:06 PM ... ||
Thursday, April 15, 2004
SQUEEEEEEE!!!!
Steph and Pooh in NYC this summer!
Jenai and Pooh (and Steph???) in Vegas... soon!
Jen and Pooh in L.A.!! Could have been this weekend; she was still trying to get me to go up until the time she left early from work to catch plane. But alas... it'll have to wait until next time.
Okay. Who else is going on vaca with the Pooh? Come on! You know you all wanna! *tempts everyone*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:51 PM ... ||
FYI: Meetings SUCK.
And poor VanWilder... doing super-frustrated deep breathing exercises every time ScaryBoss and OtherGuy started talking. Awww....
But ick. I smell like disinfectant from cleaning half the lab today... because of VanWilder. So... whatever.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:12 PM ... ||
Gah. Eek. Ack. Hee. Meep. Bah. Weee. Ugh.
No, really. Is it time to go home yet?
Sun too bright! Too bright! Hurts Pooh's eyes. And cold. Too nice outside to be so cold. Brrrrrr.
Mmm... Vaughn...
ACKKKK!! Where did that come from!!
Crappy.
Must remember to take sanity drugs as per directions....
(Ok, sorry. Just really REALLY bored at work. The highlight of my day so far has been the trip to Home Depot to buy rags for the lab. Woo-fucking-hoo. Oh, wait... time for our cliched-filled VanWilder-led tech meeting. EXCELLENT.)
|| posted by Pooh at 3:02 PM ... ||
*long miserable groan* ooooohhhhhhhhhhgggggggg. Is it time to go home yet? Owwwie.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:11 AM ... ||
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
*covers eyes*
*bits nails*
*squirms*
la la la...
Am NOT watching the game. Instead, am enjoying ice cream with greatest invention known to woman -- Fat-free Redi Wip.
Yum.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:18 PM ... ||
Weeeee and stuff! Today was a good day, and not even knowing the weird weather is making me break out or the stupid kid outside the window who won't stop barking like a dog are enough to change that fact.
1. I managed to get my program working on VanWilder's own account. Woohoo! It's all part of my effort to de-skank all my passwords.
2. The morning was a waste because we had to wait for an outsource company to bring us prototypes to test. They didn't get there until noon. The prototypes worked, but still needed to be fixed, so our "whole day of testing" needed to be postponed.
3. My tongues were late. Also, ended up not needing them today. The most work I did all day? Probably setting up lappie accounts and doing simple Excel work. (Umm... let's not think about the two major reports I still need to start finish writing.)
4. We were so bored and had absolutely nothing to do (*pats reports*), I ran the Tongue TV show (as suggested by One) idea by J. She loved the idea and agreed that that VanWilder would totally end up stealing every scene he was in. Heck, he'd probably steal the entire show. Hmm... if R&D career doesn't pan out, must look into that. LOL.
5. Still thinking about last night and Steph saying she was going to visit NYC in the summer. *bouncy* Get yer ass over here NOW already!
6. Friends are a hoot. Nevermind N saying she'd rather go to London with her mother and sister instead of Vegas with J, R, and Pooh. J and I have agreed to get our funds together and work towards a summer trip to Vegas. There were no ifs. We are totally going, even if it's a sticky icky 110 degrees in Vegas. We.Are.Going. (Maybe)
7. J getting smacked by me. One second she's making fun of Squidferd. The next - after we find out Jen is going to L.A. this weekend for a conference - she's ordering Jen to take me to L.A. with her. See... J knows all about TheKieferLove, and according to her, I have to go because she has every faith in my ability to track TheKief down and make him fall madly in love with me... all in the span of one weekend. Heh. And then that temptress bitca Jen got all excited and told me to go with her if not this time, the next time she had to do a weekend conference in L.A. Said the company was putting her up at the Four Seasons and it was no problem for her to reserve a double instead of a single so I could have some place to stay for free, and besides, she wasn't going to be hanging out at the hotel anyway since her friend lives there. lmfao. Friends are hilarious and incredibly Silly.
8. And finally, Onesy's back! Yay! *SMAP* She deserved that and knows it.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:53 PM ... ||
First: Why am I awake? It's gross and rainy outside, and Poohbear is sooooo cuddly and stuff. Need. More. Sleep. *sobs*
Second: Watching news. What is this McDonald's diet, and why haven't I heard of it before? *hears arteries clogging* Oh... nevermind...
Third: Why can't I call in sick today? Oh, right. Am needed for my special tongue work.
Fourth: Oh, man... that didn't even make me crack a smile. Crappity. Bad day if you can't even make yourself laugh. *SIGH*
|| posted by Pooh at 7:52 AM ... ||
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
Chatty, gossipy, goofy, stupid phone calls are the best when you're trying really hard to find a reason not to do school work.
*hugs J for being so thoughtful*
1. Team meeting did not go well. Can't wait for work tomorrow and for tech meeting on Thursday. Excellent. Nothing like watching the bosses. flip. out.
2. R - aka BikeBoy - is seriously thinking about buying a used $5000 mountain bike.... Rich people suck.
3. I've been drafted for more tongue work. Ahh... the call of duty... Blech.
4. TeamMexico is tentatively scheduled for another trip the first weekend of May. Awesome. Since they'll be taking all our equipment again, and will most likely be gone Fri-Mon, I can now plan a long weekend outside of Jersey. Yay!
5. The first week of May, we're having very important team meetings every day for the entire freaking week. Ugh. That means I need to go, too. Sigh.
6. Next Thursday is Take Your Sons and Daughters to Work Day. Internal memo: Tell Pooh not to work on tongues that day. Apparently, they "don't want to scar" the kids. Pffft. They're like around 7 years old. I don't know any kid that age that didn't get some kind of (secret) masochistic joy out of seeing/playing with "gross" things. Also... they're looking for people to babysit "take the kids around" that day. Umm... *hides*
In other news... BastardComputer's zip drive is frelled up and won't read any of my disks. DAMMIT. Need to get a new zip drive now. *sobs* Or maybe... steal borrow an external one from work.
Edited:
After much melodrama... J and I will not be returning to Philly until maybe May. And...
Craaaaaaaaaaaaappppppp!! Someone really doesn't want me to have any fun. at. all. Hrmph. TeamMexico has now changed their tentative date to either the May 15th weekend or the May 22nd weekend. Dude. There's a 90% chance I'll be in HK during both those weekends! HOW IS THAT FAIR? Dammit. How can I take advantage of no one being around at work when I'M not even around? Bastards.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:24 PM ... ||
Just finished watching Alias 3.18. (I swear, one of these days, I'll watch 3.17)
And um...
Hee. Ho. Ha. Weee.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:03 AM ... ||
Monday, April 12, 2004
|| posted by Pooh at 7:10 PM ... ||
Just got back from Philly. It was... ughhhhhhhhhhh. Will blog all about the fun-ness and rant-ness in a little bit, as soon as I settle back in and grab some dinner.
Okie dokie. Here I am...
So the overnight Philly trip started off with a few glitches. Like... me leaving the apartment a little late... But that's okay since I made up lots of time on the highway due to lack of traffic. Actually got to the work parking lot about five minutes late, which wasn't too bad, although J was already waiting for me. She's cool, so it didn't matter, and anyway, we realized that neither one of us had Jen's cell number, which was kind of important since she had reserved our room, was already in Philly, and needed to check us in. So... had to get security to let us into the building, and then it took us another fifteen minutes to find her cell phone number. That accomplished, we were finally on our way. Again, lack of traffic meant we actually made it to Philly in an hour and a half, but then, you know... spent another fifteen minutes trying to find the hotel because of all those stupid nonsensical Philly one-way streets. Argh!
Finally got to our room, got settled, met Jen's friend, and tried to find somewhere to eat. The concierge... killed us. He was seriously cracking our shit up, going on and on and on about how we were shit out of luck because Philly SUCKS. Every place closes early on a Sunday, and Easter Sunday? Fuck that. Heck, even the two restaurants in the hotel were closed for Easter. Grrr. And then Mr. Concierge tried to steer us to Friday's, which was down the block, but you know... if the Company's paying, there's no way we're settling for TGIF. So we managed to narrow it down to three other places: a seafood place, a steakhouse, and a sushi bar. Ix-nay on the sushi bar because J's never had sushi before and didn't want the Philly trip to be her first time. The seafood place was also a no-go because surprise! They were really closed. Mr. Concierge tried to get us a reservation at the steakhouse, but they told him they were closing the kitchen in the next half hour. We were thinking about making a run for it to see if we could make it, but then Mr. Concierge started going on and on and on about how he was originally from NYC, and how NYC never ever shuts down on the holidays and how much Philly SUCKS. Like... no... duh... But yeah, by the time he finished with his little rant (and he was hilarious), we had pretty much missed our chance of getting steak.
Jen's friend goes to school in Philly so we were thinking about catching a cab and just driving around until we found a place that was open. Stood outside for a bit, and this old guy came up to ask us if he could take us anywhere. Skeptical as we all were, we were trying to figure out who the frell he was since there were only two vans parked outside the hotel. The man turned out to be the owner of the passenger van with a computer printout of "Airport Shuttle" taped to the side of it. Heh. Guy was nice, taking us wherever we wanted to go. And we ended up in Chinatown, because my people are always open on holidays. lmfao. Woohoo to dinner! But no drinks during dinner because it was cash only and we didn't have enough to go all out.
Got back to the hotel, tried to get Harold settled. The cable they had by the desk? Didn't work. It was connected to the TV or something. And the ethernet cable that should have been in the room, wasn't... so being the little problem-solvers that we are, J and I tried to switch around a bunch of the cables to see if we could get it to work. It didn't. So we decided to screw that and went downstairs to the hotel bar for drinks. Two drinks each... a lot of laughing... no hot guys to pick up... a stop by the front desk to pick up a real ethernet cable... and we were back up in our room. One of the TVs at the bar was tuned to the last ten minutes of Alias, but since it was the TV farthest from us, we couldn't really hear anything. Blech.
Harold finally worked. Woohoo! *pets Harold* Well... after we tried to connect it to the high speed internet jack they provided, which didn't work... after we reconnected a bunch of things, which didn't really help... and then after we finally decided to connect the cable directly to the hub which was glued to the bottom of the desk. Yippee!
But then J fell in love with Harold (who can blame her?) and hogged my MSN and YIM. And then her ex came on. And then her ex turned on his webcam. And then there was evilness. And then I went to shower (shower head was rocking! water pressure was crazy! hot water barely worked; the water came down so fast and so hard the drain couldn't keep up) while she tried to make my tiny webcam work... which she did. And then I returned and there was really evil things going on. And then I had to crawl into bed and hide because webcams are evil, her ex is Evil, and her ex with a webcam is EVIL. But I'm innocent and pure and stuff so I couldn't be a part of any of that. *nods* However, I didn't mind letting her have her fun because I understand evil... even though I am not. *nods again* And then her ex had the nerve to ask me to come on the webcam so he could see what I looked like, too... And I refused, because dammit, my cam hasn't gone live yet for me, and damn if it's going to do so with some strange, incredibly arrogant guy. Also... you know... PJs. And then we got booted off our internet connection, so we had to let Harold take a break. So yeah... it was a very Evil Night and I had to wipe down Harold afterwards. Poor baby. Poor, poor, poor innocent baby. *sniffle* After the Evil, J and I ended up talking until 3 AM. She was trying so hard to psychoanalyze me. Poor girl. She had no clue what she was getting herself into. The Pooh's made people's heads explode attempting that. Ha!
And then four hours later, we were up again. Room service breakfast sucked. Why was the milk lukewarm? Eww. Harold still wasn't working. Dammit! I paid for that stupid internet connection! Oh, wait... no, I didn't. lmfao. Hey... ScaryBoss told us to "have fun" after he said we could do the overnight. So yeah. His fault. Also, the drinks last night? Totally counted as a "business meeting." And anyway, Jen said we could charge it to the room. Hee.
Then...
The real fun started.
No, really.
We got all our equipment lugged into the hospital. Found out we were missing a bunch of things. Tried to set up our heater for our waterbath, and discovered that the button to turn on the heater was broken. UGH! Jen tried to fix it, but it turned out we needed some parts. One of our laptops was missing the power cord. And one of our temperature data collectors was missing a serial cable to connect it to the other laptop. I made all the phone calls to hospital people. Our usual research aid was out sick and some other girl was covering for her, but she didn't know anything except that our first case was coming "soon." Our usual pathologist was out this week and the other one covering for him turned out to be a huge bitca, going on and on about how she was told about our project but that she didn't know what had to be done and that even though she was covering for the other guy and all she really had to do was CUT the stupid tissue into little sections, she didn't want to do it and we would have to call the head of pathology to find someone else to do it. Grrrr. Our controller didn't work at first. We ran out of saline. The head of pathology wouldn't return my page. Jen ran out to find a Radio Shack. The ringer for the phone in the room didn't work so we had to keep checking it to see if the line was blinking or not when someone tried to call in. Pathologist finally called back and bitched that we should have told them last week if we had cases today. We bitched back that we were paying a shitload of money for them to just cut the fucking tissue, something we could do ourselves, and for him to take his god complex and shove it up his... Okay, didn't really say that...
Finally got the heater fixed. Woohoo! But then couldn't get the stupid temperature thing to work with our laptop program. Connected it to the other laptop and decided that it was the temp equipment and not the program. Duh. I could have told them that. Then got our first case... which turned out to meet one of our exclusionary criteria, so that was useless. Then got a call about the second case while it was in the OR, and found out that it also met an exlusionary criteria, so our whole day was a waste of time. Then it turned out that the doctor had already known that they didn't meet our criteria and hadn't told anyone. Bastard. And then while we went through the paperwork we got back with the first useless case... found something that was Really Not Good and Highly Disturbing From a Scientific Research POV and could potentially end all relationships between the Company and that particular hospital. Then came the bitching and fighting and some head desk jockey hospital bitch getting all defensive by accusing us of being overly defensive... saying that she'd give us our paperwork back with the offending note that had been left on our paperwork... then trying to manipulate us into not telling anyone... then saying she didn't want to give us our paperwork back... then Jen kicking ass... and... Yeah... J and I were so happy Jen had been there with us because we would never have known what to do if it had just been us. I'm already thanking the gods that I'm going to miss tomorrow's team meeting because it's going to be BAD. And Thursday's tech meeting, which I won't be able to miss is probably going to be just as BAD. Ugh.
So in a way, it really wasn't quite a waste of a day. Turned out that Jen was actually our bad luck charm. Girl's had nothing but bad luck every Easter (ever since her childhood pet bunny died on Easter), and wasn't at all shocked about us having "that kind of day" today. After we all cooled down, we went to Dave & Buster's for lunch, where the waittress accidentally tipped over Jen's glass of water. Luckily, there were only ice cubes left (fell all into her lap) and no water. Had steaks and drinks. Lots of drinks. Lots and lots of drinks. Then played some video games. Heh. Then finally got our ass back to Jersey.
Sigh.
And that was my overnight stay in Philly. I so wanted to come back with a good story, but Philly hates us and therefore... only ranting. Unless you want to count the evil, but... ick. At least Squidferd had fun (J totally wouldn't let that one go), and Harold got to go on his first road trip. Woohoo!
|| posted by Pooh at 5:55 PM ... ||
Sunday, April 11, 2004
Eeeep. We're not leaving for Philly until 6 pm because J's boyfriend had to work late today and he wanted her to be home when he got back. Um... ok... not saying anything about that...
Anyway... I've been bored out of my mind. None of you people are on right now. And I've packed and repacked twice already for this stupid overnight trip. Also... just realized I've been watching cooking shows on the local station for over two hours now. Yikes. But now I think I want to be a chef. Yup. Screw everything I said earlier about hating to cook, because I don't. I just hate to cook for myself only. So yeah... career change! Woohoo!
Or maybe this itch to become a famous chef is merely a byproduct of feeling very very very hungry. Stupid cooking shows can do that to a person, ya know. Damn. That looked good, too.... *salivates*
|| posted by Pooh at 3:59 PM ... ||
Ugh. Now that I'm on my "eating healthy" kick, grocery shopping isn't nearly as fun anymore. I can't buy anything! I mean, seriously... when I work, I don't get home until 7 or so, and then I don't want to make anything that will take too long to prepare. And since it's just Me, I don't want to go through the trouble of a big dinner production. But frozen dinners and boxed foods are so full of sodium and preservatives and bad bad bad things that I'm starting to think the way to go would be to buy a crapload of veggies/healthy stuff/other necessary nutrients, blend it in a blender until it's in liquid form, prepare a couple of bags of it, and just hook yourself up to an IV drip whenever it's dinnertime. Think about it... the ultimate in convenient healthy eating. *nods wisely*
Barring that... I just ended up buying a lot of green stuff. Hey, if it works for rabbits and cows, it should work for me, right? But damn, if I don't want a big juicy steak right now... with mashed potatoes drenched in gravy... and pie... lots and lots of pie...
Hmm... tonight's Philly dinner doesn't count. I'm allowed to take breaks from being the NewHealthyLivingPooh. *nods again*
Now excuse me while I pack and eat some Twix carrot sticks. Yum....
|| posted by Pooh at 2:14 PM ... ||
And so it begins.
Dad called with new HK dates. We are now going from May 14-24. Mark it on your calendars, people.... make note to "Miss Pooh LOTS" during that time. So instead of two weeks, it'll be more like one. That is good (except for the increased pressure - how to find hubby twu wub in one week instead of two????). Pooh needs as much time as possible this summer to FINISH. And also... to go on more vaca trips that aren't halfway around the world (well, at least not until she finds JOB and has lots of own money). Heh.
And now that it's officially set, Pooh's in charge of gathering all the "gifts." Apparently, you can't go there from here and not bring stuff to show just how awesome the States are because we get stuff like that "cheap," blah blah blah. This year's In is cosmetics, etc. unlike a few years ago when vitamins and stuff were In. (Last year's PoohFam - minus The Pooh and Thing 1 - supplied perfumes and stuff so that group of smelly people isn't ThePooh's fault.) Lucky for the PoohFam that Pooh has discount at the Company and can get discounts on all sorts of lotions and creams and stuff. While I'm ordering... do any of y'all want some stuff? lol Hmm... wonder if they'd like some KY in their gift bags... Um, ok, probably not. (Sowwy, we've been on a KY kick at work the past week. Don't ask.)
|| posted by Pooh at 11:54 AM ... ||
Ugh. What a crappy day. It's all gloomy and rainy and stuff, and it's going to be this way at least through tomorrow. Pooh needs sun. Pooh needs happy. Add to that the possibility of missing tonight's Alias (...crap, still need to watch the last one...) due to being in Philly and with people who don't LOVE the show as much as I do, and you get a BummedOutPooh. Blech. Heh. Gah. Ugh. (Oy. Headache.)
But Harold's coming with tonight, so...
Heh. Ho. Hee. Why do I crack up so when people I know talk about other people in a good way? lmfao. Okay, sorry about that. Mild headache frelling with the brain functions this morning. Plus, you know... rain and gloom making me not think straight. And also, still upset because I couldn't find Squidferd this morning -- somehow he ended up under the bed and Poohbear is keeping mum on exactly how that might have happened. (Toys get jealous and upset about blanket-hogging, too, apparently.)
Hmm. Grocery run (must remember new healthy diet!)... liquor run (must never let friend dropping by late Sat. night with girl-woes to finish off supply -- moocher!)... pay bills (get Sugardaddy)... clean (went through unpacked boxes; found old old old Alias stuff; did you know there was a dvd in the back of that Declassified book? SHUT UP! I didn't have a player last year, dammit! And yeah... it was boring... bleh)... go to Philly (*sobs*)... drink, drink, drink... dissect my people... come home.
So yeah... if I don't talk to any of you today, then I'll be around tomorrow night. Laters gators.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:29 AM ... ||
Saturday, April 10, 2004
Central Jersey sucks all sorts of things. Blech.
Had dinner with Things 1 and 2. That was fun. Sorta. Then they went to Walmart with me so I could pick up some axle grease for work lest I forget to get some tomorrow. Dude. 9 PM on a Friday? Central Jersey Walmart? Packed. PACKED. WTF? It was disgusting. But then, this is central Jersey, and I guess it's better than hanging out at the local Pathmark, the way Thing 1 used to do. It's one thing to be a mallrat, but to treat the 24-hour supermarket as a mall? Oy.
Poor J called me before and after dinner; she was stuck at work until 8 trying to finish up an urgent report and to help Jen rig a substitute part for Philly since they left the original in Mexico. She kept calling me every 5 minutes because she was bored out of her mind, but also to pick my brain for my password. Again. Is nothing sacred anymore? Aren't passwords supposed to be SECRET? Dammit. I don't get it. I've put those stupid programs on the computer and for some reason, no one else can use it while on their own accounts -- something about permissions being messed up. Grrrr. So of course, that means everyone borrows my account. Two password changes in a month, and each and every one of them is slutty. Even the really old passwords. One laptop we had left in Philly last year so that still had my password from four changes ago, and I haven't had time to hook it up to the network to change it to the newer one, which J already has memorized because she knows the story behind it... sort of. *kicks skankpassword* The new password is cryptic enough so you can't tell what it is. Heh. The really old password, however, is embarrassing, yo. Like REALLY. From way last year. And since I'm going to change it when we get back to work on Monday, I am not above humiliating myself in the name of amusing y'all. And anyway... we had drinks during dinner and it doesn't hurt as much when you're just a bit tipsy. Hee.
J: Jen needs to get into the 600E. Is it the ****** password?
P: Yeah... Wait, no. Is it? Oh, God. No. It's the other one. The really old one.
J: The long one? What was it again?
P: Oh, geez. Are you sure it doesn't work with her account? Because it should work.
J: Come on. I'll tell you mine if it makes you feel better.
P: No, it's ok. Only one of us should own the skankiest password in the office anyway.
J: (interrupts to say that BabyIntern, who was still there, said he loved me)
P: (takes a moment to say that's cute, but makes fun of BabyIntern anyway)
J: Okay. What is it?
P: (takes deep breath, screws up face, knows spelling it out will sound less pathetic than actually saying the password) S... a-r-mumblemumblemumble
J: (out loud, ACROSS THE LAB) Jen! It's S-k-n-e-y... wait, what was it? For. Ever?
P: (wants to smack J because have already told J that password before, thanks God it's only Jen and not A who made fun of the hockey boyfriend password two changes ago) S-a-r-k-n-e-y... mumble4evamumble...
J: (laughing... spells out password, ACROSS LAB, LOUDLY) S-a-r-k-n-e-y-the number 4-eva.
Jen: (from across lab) Forever?
P: Fuckit. And eva and eva and eva. SHEESH! You couldn't have just written it down and shown her instead of yelling it?
J: Nope. (to Jen) She said foreva and eva and eva. (everyone is now laughing)
P: (mumbles expletives over the phone)
J: Snarkney? What is that? What's a Snakney? What does that mean? Oh, wait... Sarkney. Why is it 4eva? [Which is why I've vowed NEVER to use that phrase in any new passwords. Ever again. So there!]
P: Don't worry about it. (tries to change subject... desperately)
J: (still laughing) No, really. What does it mean.
P: It doesn't mean anything. Don't worry about it.
J: It does mean something! I know you!
P: Shut up. It doesn't. You don't know me. You don't know me at all!
J: Come on. Just tell me. I want to know the secret.
P: (muttering) I was young. I was stupid. And it's an OLD password anyway. I'm changing that baby as soon as I get the chance.
J: You're too funny.
P: Yeah, so anyway... shut up... and don't forget to pack some stain powder, too. Hrmph.
Good God. That woman sure knows how to make a girl feel good about herself. That's it! When we get back to the office on Monday, ALL skankpasswords will be changed to something entirely innocent like "cat" or "dog" or "stfu." Yeesh.
Other work fun: FlyersBoss has joined the rest of us in giving VanWilder a nickname. Now he's known as "Pigpen," for the way he leaves the lab after he's done.
J also has our Philly reservations. Apparently, it's all very hush-hush since HR threw a hissyfit over sending us to Mexico, and then didn't really give the ok for us to continue going to Philly. So, in order to be discreet, Jen had to find us a place that was near the hospital and not too pricey. We'll be slumming it here. R may come down to Philly Sunday night to hang with us. And if any of you are around, come join us for drinks. We've already decided that showing up for our cases on Monday morning with a hangover is definitely the way to go. Woohoo!
|| posted by Pooh at 12:27 AM ... ||
Friday, April 09, 2004
More ridiculous stuff.
ScaryBoss had his third of four BigBossVIPBoard presentations today. The whole point of these presentations is to justify our project, blah blah blah, and get money to continue. Seeing how I myself have been working on this project for a year now, "continuing" would be a good thing. I think.
In presentation 1, he managed to get at least half of the money we need for the project. In presentation 2, the new Company CEO wasn't too impressed and didn't think there was a market for our product. Hmm... let's think about that for a second... the Company was the first to come out with a device for that market, before everyone else joined. Our new product is basically an improvement on our old one. So, yeah... he's probably right... there's absolutely no market for our device, and he should know because his background is in opthamological products and ours in gea, and he admittedly doesn't have a clue on the gea concept. As far as I know, the eye and the *beepbeep* are the same exact thing. Pffft. So presentation 3 was today, with the same guy, and apparently, he know feels much better about the product. EXCEPT that we are no longer working on "that" product. We are now going to be working on the "next gen device," which is funny because the device we're working on? IS the next gen device. Only now, we can't call it what we've been calling it before because the name right now merely suggests an incremental improvement, as opposed to a complete next gen device, which is exactly what we're doing. So, ergo, hence, therefore... we're "no longer working on the same project", but we're going to "keep doing exactly what we've been doing" even though it won't be the same device, but really it is, and only now we can't call it by that particular project name. Oy. Seriously. This is why nothing ever gets done. Ridiculous. And of course, presentation 4 is next week, and it's a biggie -- the one where they can ultimately veto our project anyway, no matter what happened in the first three presentations. Ugh.
J and I got a good laugh out of the whole thing. We had a big discussion over working at the Company, and we both had similar reactions. At first, everyone is all smart and intimidating, but the longer you work there, the more exasperating it gets, and the more dumbasstastic everyone becomes. Our explanation is that we're still tied to school, which means we're still thinking in academic terms, which means doing things in a direct and efficient manner. Everyone else, however, has been out of school for so long that they're too used to doing things the Big Company way, which means being redundant and inefficient and completing things in a roundabout way. Blah.
It's a good thing J and I are going to start our own company. We already have a couple of ideas that'll make us rich. *nods wisely* Yup. Just gotta check IP and stuff and then, you know... find a way to make our product... and that's probably the hardest thing because I think we might need a chemist, too. Crap. I thought it sounded too easy. *Sigh* Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:11 PM ... ||
Duuude.
Big private companies are RIDICULOUS. Just... crazy.
WE got the call for Philly today. WE have two cases on Monday with the first one at 7:30 AM. Ugh. Now, of course, when I say "WE" (as FlyersBoss LOVES to say -- "we have to blah blah blah... we're going to yadda yadda yadda...."), he really means "J and Pooh," which we finally got him to admit during our team meeting yesterday... and the guy had the nerve to laugh at the correction. bastard). Now, normally, a 7:30 AM case isn't too big a deal because we'd just get there around 8:30 and be fine. HOWEVER, because TeamMexico took all our stuff (and failed to return half of it), we have to go down extra early to set up and make sure everything works. Since Philly is about a 1.5-2 hour drive from work, depending on traffic, that kinda sucks. Add to that, J lives about another hour away from work in the opposite direction, and you have the two of us waking up at the crack of dawn to get to work, grab our stuff, make sure we have everything, then commute to Philly, get all of our stuff into the hospital (that'll require a couple of trips if it's just the two of us -- and it IS just the two of us), work an 8-10 hour day, and finally take the 2 hour commute back.
Jen offered to come with us as long as we get back by 1 PM, which... yeah, we totally laughed in her face. Pffffft. So then she made the marvelous suggestion that we go down to Philly a day early. I guess FlyersBoss agreed. Because the next thing we know, ScaryBoss (who is actually a great big softie when it comes to this... he told us today that had he not been stressing about all his BigBossVIP and Board presentations the week before Mexico, he would have just broken policy and brought us tickets on the sly) has okay-ed our overnight stay in Philly, and Jen's making reservations for us. So yeah... Sunday evening, J and I are going down to Philly so we can be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for our 7:30 AM Monday case. (And it's totally going to be a Jeans and Sneakers day.) For some reason, this entire thing just seems ridiculous to me. Not sure where we're staying yet, but the Company spares no expenses when it comes to hotel accommodations, and even if J and I share a room, we're pretty sure it's not going to be a Motel 6. Hmm... I wonder if we can charge room service to the Company card... Heh.
Dang it. I hope this doesn't mean I have to miss Alias. :( 'Cuz, you know, the love and... stuff... or whatever. Hmm... I wonder if I should take Harold out on his first "road" trip.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:43 PM ... ||
Not so good: Falling asleep while reading in bed. (again! dammit!)
Even suckier: Weather turning colder, and being way too cozy and warm (*squishes Poohbear*) under the covers to get out of bed. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 9:44 AM ... ||
Thursday, April 08, 2004
Meetings... meetings... meetings...
Boring... boring... boring...
~ R got so sick of dealing with VanWilder's lack of hygienic common sense that he told his boss, who said she'd talk to our big boss to talk to VanWilder. R obviously doesn't think it's the funny kind of exasperation anymore -- which I'd have to agree if VW were ever put in a biohazardous situation ever again. Also, I'm getting kind of sick of having to wipe down everything before I use it (doorknobs, drawers, laptop, digicam, this computer...) Sadly, I don't think a talking-to is going to do much.
~ Common sense aside, VW pretty much tried to change our entire project aim in one tech meeting. Which is kinda bad since the project leader is presenting our next gen device ideas to The Board next week, and to the Big VIP tomorrow. Oh, and also? This "new" idea? Is VW's. Duh.
~ So other than being completely in his own freaking world... (he never answers questions; he only "answers" questions by expounding on his own "brilliant" ideas). The guy's vocabularly is filled to the max with cliches. Now, I'm not the most original or creative person when it comes to public speaking, but if I have to hear the phrase "the business end" (the tip of our device isn't the freaking "business end," ok? it's the frelling TIP) or anything that has to do with "horses" and "ducks" and "balls on the table" (ok, that last one is a laugher) and "lollipop on a stick" (ewwww!)... I'm going to start bringing my MP3 player to these meetings.
~ TeamDumbass is still managing to bite us in the ass more than a week later. Half the equipment we let them borrow from our Philly site? Special serial cables for data collection, power cords, thermocouple settings, etc? "No, we sent those to K in Atlanta... oh wait... you know what... we might have left them in Mexico." Oh, really? Because we kinda sorta MAYBE need those this Monday. Dumbasses. *smack* And then they tried to hint that all the problems they encountered were because of us. Umm... no. Don't tell me that you used the program I wrote down in the instructions, because I checked the programs you moved onto the desktop. And that program? Not there, but the other "wrong" ones were. So don't even try to lay the blame on me for that one. And don't go around saying our Box cable didn't match the pc card in our laptop because we used/were testing with that same setup in lab up to the very minute the equipment was packed into the suitcases. *smackity smack*
~ On a happier note, K treated us to lunch as a show of appreciation for helping her with her Mexico trip. Thank god at least one person who went down to Mexico got it right. We snarked. We girl-talked. And then she gave us advice on how to make ourselves pretty much indispensable as a future employee, wherever we decide to go. Apparently, I need to start learning/training on QSRs and FDA-related stuff. Okay... so maybe that kinda sucks, too... At least it was a good lunch.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:37 PM ... ||
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
Bored. Should probably get butt to bed. But first...
Meme posted over at the LJ.
*yawn*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:46 PM ... ||
Sometimes it seems like everyone else is deliberately trying to drive me crazy.
Scarecrow wanted to run some tongue tests today. First, my tongues were late. Then we decided to just test one tongue instead of four. But because Scarecrow screwed that one up, I had to prepare another tongue for him. And tomorrow... woohoo! I get to prep even more tongues for him. Since I'm the queen of the tongues at work, it normally wouldn't drive me bonkers. HOWEVER, Scarecrow has absolutely NO protocol for his test. None. Oh, he's got a couple of parameters he wants to test, which is fine. But the actual treatment of the tissue is pretty much haphazard. As a scientist, that drives me NUTS. Because how in the fucking world can your test results (and the varying parameters) be valid if you don't have a protocol? Sheeshhhh.
I've started on my health kick. Exercise tapes have arrived, which means either I stop slacking, or admire them as they sit prettily on my shelf. I've also started eating healthy. Salad anyone? (Okay, so my lunch salad ended up having steak in it, but that was sooooo not my fault. They prepared it that way! Honest!) So, you know... coming home to smell the neighbors making homemade fried chicken? EVIL.
And dammit, my horoscope didn't even come true because I was stuck at work all day. Sighness.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:40 PM ... ||
Odds and Ends
~ They like me! Ok, no, they really don't. Whatever. Got my new Intern Gift. A crappy traveling mug. One that needs a crowbar just to pop the top open. Woohoo!
~ Scarecrow calling me yesterday to reconfirm the recipe for making our stain.... even though J had written out a cheat sheet for him. Seriously... what IS it with people around here and their aversion to actually reading directions?
~ The NewBIGBIGBIGBoss giving us money to develop the next gen device, but "not being impressed" with the product overall. Because... really... he doesn't "think there's a real market out there" for this type of device. Uhh.... WHAT. No, really. WHAT? Nevermind that he doesn't even understand the market or the device for this type of product. I swear, this company truly is made up of a bunch of tards.
~ Bunch of companies around here are supposedly hiring. Really hiring. But damn... need to work on graduating. And also... damn. Why here? Pooh wants to get out. Ugh.
~ From today's paper: "If Fox's "The Swan" (9 p.m., Ch. 5) is a big hit, I give up. Not on TV or TV-reviewing, because that's still too much fun. But if a show where a group of insecure women submit to radical plastic surgery, then compete against each other in a weekly beauty pageant, becomes a big hit, I think I give up on America."
ARGH. I gave up a long time ago. Every time I see that commercial, I just wanna smack people silly. If Kiefer didn't live on Fox, I would have stopped watching that channel a long time ago. Sigh.
~ Today's horoscope: Some might call it stalking, but you prefer to think of it as research. It pays to learn more about your newest crush or latest project before diving in head first; you might just avoid an emotional concussion.
Uhhhh... Okay. That's funny. Even I can admit that. But seriously... yesterday's horoscope and now today's.... What the frell is going on?
|| posted by Pooh at 10:34 AM ... ||
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
Tonight's '24'
Damn.
Doom.
DOOM!!!
Damn.
Just a teeny more in depth:
1. Michelle is so my hero. She rocks. She kicks ass. SHE NEEDS TO SURVIVE!!! I don't care how. I don't care how unrealistic it is. JUST DO IT! Thank you.
2. GAEL!!!! *sobs* Damn. Just damn.
3. Tony needs hugs. Major major hugs. And now that he's bringing the cyanide capsules to the hotel, we can have a ridiculously angsty Michelle/Tony reunion. I say "ridiculous" because we all KNOW that Michelle will ultimately live. There will be NO DOOM in this relationship. *covers ears* la lalalalalalalalalalalalala
4. Kiefer. Hot. Kiefer running and shooting and being all badass and sexy and taking charge... YUMMMMMMMM!
5. Chase not wanting to leave The Kief with the bomb? Twu wuv, baby.
6. I've finally decided to wade into the "Who Does Saunders Look Like?" betting pool. I'd have to agree with a bunch of folks. He looks a bit like Justin Theroux... for now... until I figure out who he really looks like.
7. Did I mention how Michelle rules? And that she's going to LIVE? Just checking.
8. Doug Savant. Awwww.
9. Palmer is finally getting something interesting to do, ie. he's finally being integrated into The Kief storyline. But you know... too little, too late. Kiefer 4 President 2004.
10. Chappelle had a redeeming moment today (which means he's going to die), allowing Tony to take the cyanide capsules. Awww. I kinda liked him in the second half of the ep today. Especially after Saunders put out an order for his death. It's one thing if TheKief or Tony bitchsmacks Chappelle all over the place, but it's another thing when a baddie dictates it. Bleh. And even though they're probably going to fake his death, we all know he's going to end up dead in the next ep. *nods wisely*
11. Just another reminder: Michelle survived VIRUS Hour 2 with no symptoms. Hence, outlook: VERY GOOD. Weee! (Shut up! No doom. No doom. No doom.)
Have I mentioned how much I LOVE this show? Well, I do.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:30 PM ... ||
*boggle*
My quickie horoscope for today:
Hear that? It's the voice of that new bathing suit, whispering something about how nice it might be to slip into a hot tub. Don't argue. Everyone knows how persuasive clothing can be -- when worn in the right company.
Seriously. What.The.Hey.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:14 PM ... ||
The wind the past few days has been unbelievable. Pieces of buildings have been falling down in the city, and my windows rattle like crazy even though they're all closed. But on a cold, drafty night, nothing's better than climbing into bed and snuggling with the Poohbear.... well... unless it's snuggling with TheKief...
And even then, it's only nice and cozy until the stupid neighbors downstairs turn on their radio and start blasting their crappy music. Ugh. As annoying as it is, I've FINALLY figured out what the "song" (and I use that term loosely) sounds like. Before, the constant bass was driving me nuts, but if you tweak it just a teeeeeeeny bit... it sounds exactly like the first five or so opening bars of the Knight Rider theme song. Only... without that synthesized KITT noise... and repeated over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and... You get my point.
At least they're not blasting Mariah today.
ETA:
Okay, now that I've listened to it for at least an hour, it's starting to sound like the beginning of "Roxanne" stuck on permanent repeat. Either option isn't too bad, but at some point or other, you just kinda want to, you know, MOVE ON in the song. Because if I get stuck starting the "Roxanne" lyrics one more time, only to get interrupted at the "Roxxaa---" just to be bumped back to the freaking beginning of the song... (or even when it still sounded like the beginning of the KR theme song and just went I would start making the "woowoowoo" sound -- in my head, people. In.My.Head. Really)... I'm going to go absolutely nuts.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:52 AM ... ||
Monday, April 05, 2004
Oh oh.
PoohDad just called from L.A. Rental car got broken into and everything was stolen. Including his laptop. So that means I need to change ALL my freaking passwords.
Hmmm... I wonder if I had anything saved on that computer that might be... embarrassing....
:\
|| posted by Pooh at 7:20 PM ... ||
*LOUD SCREAM*
Phew.
Ever have one of those days where you just want to smack someone silly? And then beat the crap out of them?
Yeah... it's going to be one of those weeks -- Week 2 of Troubleshooting all the Stupid Shit TeamDumbass did to our equipment. I didn't know people could fuck things up THAT badly.
Pray for me, people. Pray that my itchy trigger finger stays safely hidden away.
P.S. VanWilder is now known as Scarecrow... if he only had a brain.... *smack!*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:15 AM ... ||
It's been awhile since I actually posted a meme thing here. But this was too hilarious, I couldn't resist. Stolen from Jo's LJ:
(Ok... had to move the quiz result because the blog should ONLY be reserved for the sexies. If you really want to see it, go here.)
LMFAO. Laughing so hard, it hurts yo.
Okay. I'm finished for now. Carry on.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:50 AM ... ||
Sunday, April 04, 2004
Um... hee!
Onesy asked, so here's my review of Desert Saints:
Kief. Kief. Holy Kief. Rowr! Sex. Weeee! Kief. Sex. Sex. Sex. SexVoice! Mmmmm. Bouncy. Squee! Kief. More SexVoice! Sex. Thrust. Kief. Sex. Thud. Kief. Kief. KiefKiefKiefKiefKief. Rowr! Squeee! KIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEFFFFFFFFFFF. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. OMG. Bounce bounce bounce. Kief. Kief. Kief. Sex. Sex. Sex.
Uhhh... yeah. And that's about it. *fans self*
I think there was supposed to be an actual plot to the movie, but you know... the chick was Annoying As Hell so I started tuning her out about a minute into her appearance. Because Kief wasn't about to kill her anytime soon, I wanted to smack that beyotch and tell her to STFU. Oh, wait... TheKief did that, and he was HOT doing it. The script sucked (FartyKief? Puhhhleeeeeze!), but since this movie didn't really need to have a plot, that didn't affect my enjoyment of it at all. After all, it was BadassKief, and BadassKief never lets something as silly as Plot or a Script slow him down. ROWR! Kief ripping his shirt open was good. SweatyKief was definitely good. DancingKief was yummy. ShirtlessKief was A-OK. NekkidSweatyThrustyKief was... omgomgomgomgomg. SQUEEEE!
*composes self*
Yeah. That movie was just ok. But I'll take the SweatyShirtlessBadassKief in Mexico as a shout-out. Oh, yes, I will. Try to stop me. Ha!
Okay, so now that's done and over with. Happy everyone? I finally watched it. Now I'm going to go watch Alias Alias Alias Alias... oh hell... I'm going to rewatch a couple of the... um... select... scenes again. Right. Let me get on that right now. And then I'll go watch Alias.... something.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:57 PM ... ||
Because of the time change this morning... when I woke up at noon today... does it really count as having slept until noon? Because technically, we did lose one hour, and I do have a rep to keep. I may be lazy, but I'm not that much of a slacker. Hmph.
So yesterday was interesting. Ended up working for the PoohMom in the morning. Surprisingly, people weren't quite so hate-inducing, although that just could have been because I was in a good mood. Yeah, shocking. Afterwards, went over to the PoohAunt's house. All the adults went to take care of GrandpaPooh things -- something about some culture/tradition thing that I don't really know that much about because, you know, of my ABC status and my major suckage -- while I got to stick around with a house full of kid cousins, ages 5 to 14. At one point, I was also in charge of watching over the baby, but thank goodness my cousin showed up to take him home. Thing 1 and 2 so had the right idea by not picking up her phone this entire weekend, and going away to Buffalo, respectively. *smaps them*
What was kind of neat was the PoohAunt had kept all the old games my cousins used to own. We hardly ever bust open the toy cabinet when all the adults are there, but yesterday? Open season. And gawd! It was like opening a door to my childhood. We played a couple games of Trouble, one of Chutes&Ladders, a million really loud games of Hungry Hungry Hippos until the hippo heads started to get stuck and one of them flew off (didn't even know that could happen, heh), a really long game of Uno, and then ended with a game of Life. I can still hear that wheel spinning in my head, dammit. I think that filled my board game quota for the next year or so. lol
Sadly, because of the unexpected babysitting, I didn't have any time to watch the Kief. BUT the weekend's not over yet. No new Alias tonight means I can finally watch last Sunday's ep (don't know why I keep putting it off... seeing how I love that show. lmfao), and then bring back the happy by watching Kief. Rowr.
Had left the window open this weekend. Got back to the apt, and instead of seeing Max and Squidferd sitting on the bed like good little toys... Max had tipped over. Right on top of Squidferd... in a decidedly HoYay fashion. I know, I know. *sigh* I KNOW! I'm such a bad mommy for teaching them bad things. Which is why they're going under the covers until I finish watching the Alias ep. Don't want to encourage them, or anything. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:55 PM ... ||
omg
tired.
just got back from half day of working for the mom and then babysitting/family gathering the second half of the day.
no Kief. way too tired to deal with MovieKief. now, if RealKief or RealGuy were here... whole different story. hee!
see? tired. can't even deal with proper caps and stuff.
and stupid clock change-y thing tonight. bah. omg. all I can hear in my head is the spinning noise of the wheel thingie on a Life board.... but only because that was the last thing I played with the kids before coming home. oh dear god. make the spinning stop!
|| posted by Pooh at 12:03 AM ... ||
Friday, April 02, 2004
Every time the phone rings on Fridays when I've got the day off, my heart stops and my stomach drops to my knees... in the not so good way. Oh, yeah... then I feel like crawling back into bed and cuddling with the toys because they make everything better.
Obviously VanWilder didn't get the memo that stated in clear, no uncertain terms that he was not allowed to play with the precious Pooh work lappie (the same one they unsuccessfully tried to lose in Mexico, before the lappie found its way back home to mommy). But of course, you know... it might have helped had I actually written and distributed the memo. So yeah... when J called for help on running one of my programs... not surprised at all. Apparently, the program is all wonky now. The correct settings no longer work, but the incorrect settings do. Which makes absolutely no frelling sense... until she told me that VanWilder had tried playing with the lappie and program before he sucked it up and asked her for help. *facepalms* I swear, that guy's got an aura of staticky bad luck around him that just frells with everything he comes in contact with. Because of his incompetency in working my very simple (shut up, there really isn't that much to it, honest!) program, the bosses decided that maybe we can't go to Philly on Monday because hell, even VanWilder couldn't get my program to work. to which I say, pffffft, because Pooh's got the magic touch. Not that I want to go to Philly, just that they shouldn't be blaming it on my stuff, ya know. And nooooo, VanWilder, you are soooo not getting my password for that lappie, dammit -- my password may have been around the office a couple of times, but it ain't that skanky.
*fondles Harold* Thank god They can't get to you, sweetie.
Is it vacation yet?
STEPH!!!! Morgan Weisser guesting on Alias 3.18. Dude! It's West!
Okay.... crappy. Forgot to pay my rent. So I'm off to do that, and then heading home for the weekend. No sadness finalizing the last of GrandpaPooh's things. Really. :(
If ThrustingKief doesn't hold my attention this weekend (or I die from missing you guys), then I'll probably sneak online for a bit. But you know... Kief, thrusting, and the sex voice... how can anyone else compete with that, right? Especially if it's as good as everyone makes it out to be. Squee!
|| posted by Pooh at 2:34 PM ... ||
Thursday, April 01, 2004
*panic attack*
PoohDad just called to tell me to find my passport. Apparently, there are Hong Kong tickets waiting for me. Gee, thanks for letting me know.
Got the dates. Currently, it's May 14th to May 29th. But, I'm on the waiting list to come back on the 24th instead.
Hmm... now would probably be a good time to tell the bosses, huh? Seriously, what can they do? I was expecting the boot in February, after all. And really, what's a measley one or two weeks? Besides my being utterly miserable without you guys? :(
|| posted by Pooh at 9:39 PM ... ||
Things That Made Pooh Go Boom Today
Before the tech meeting:
1. Unpacking VanWilder's box of equipment. "Duuuuuuude. The bubble wrap is a DIFFERENT color! Ewww!" "This cable is a different color, too! Ewwww!" "WTF is this gunk on the acrylic? Ewww!" "OMG. What did they do to the poor toolbox? Like a fucking hurricane happened inside. I can't believe they broke the thing!"
2. "WTF. How do they want me to analyze this data when it's not even the right data?!!"
3. "Where the hell are the laptops?"
4. "Oh gross! Did you see the pics for that one case? What was that?!"
5. Boss coming in to say that K left a frantic voicemail wanting to get my cell number because she couldn't get the equipment and software to work. Boss wanted to know wtf was up since they had sent her the necessary equipment and the installation disc for the programming language. Seriously... these people need to figure out the difference between a programming language and a program that uses that language. My programs are. not. on. the. software. installation. disc. DUMBASSES. Luckily, K told Boss I had given her a whole bunch of instructions and that she eventually figured it out. (I underline because this point will become important later in this entry.)
During the tech meeting:
1. VanWilder bouncing his leg off the conference table, making a really loud noise, the entire time I was trying to take down whatever he was telling me. Took everything I had to NOT glare at him while the entire table was shaking. Goddamn.
2. Boss thinking their Mexico data was hotshit even though they hadn't bothered to look at any of it. Btw, it's so not.
3. Boss getting all huffy about J and I unpacking the Mexico stuff. "WHY are you doing that?" "Uhh... because we need to REPACK for Philadelphia on Monday?" J said that was the point where she almost snapped and told Boss to STFU. *smap!*
4. Boss not having any idea exactly WHAT they packed to bring back, or WHERE they put all the stuff. "Umm... what happened to the digicam?" "Oh, uh... well, we didn't use the one from the lab. We used DJ's camera." "Yeah, that's nice, but um... where is our digicam?" "It should be in someone's suitcase or maybe it's in that trunk ScaryBoss still has at his house." Thinking: You. Don't. Know? Dude. That was a freaking expensive digicam! How about all my dissecting tools? Where are my babies, dammit! Oh, in the toolbox? WHY would you put those in the toolbox? Dumbasses.
5. "Apparently, the program we used didn't have that timestamp, so we should look into that." "Uhh... yeah... about that... I wrote out this long instruction thing for Jen telling her where that program was on the laptop, and I gave her my username and password just in case she needed it." *blank stare* "Oh." *stupid ass chuckle* *Pooh trying not to lunge across table and strangle someone* See? I gave K verbal instructions on how to use everything, and she's a self-professed tech-illiterate, yet she managed to figure out how to use the SAME exact program following my instructions. On the other hand, I TYPED out this long instructional thing for Mexico, to be used by people who aren't (normally) stupid about computer stuff, and they still fucked everything up. Bastards.
6. We're going to Philadelphia on Friday, yet we don't have any working controllers to take with us. Why? All the controllers are with ScaryBoss, who's been too sick to come in this week.
7. Finding out VanWilder was majorly sick Tuesday and Wednesday, which is why he didn't come to work those days. Ha! Served him right for contaminating EVERYTHING.
8. "Hey, can I check the thermocouple placements for the graphs?" "Oh, yeah... here they are... at first, we just kind of haphazardly placed them out of order, whatever way we wanted, but then we drew a diagram and followed that." "Oh." *quick exchange of looks with J* Saw the diagram for the haphazardly placed one, and then for the other ones, and had a fucking stroke. I TRAINED THEM, DAMMIT! I trained them on HOW and WHERE to place those suckers. All TWENTY of them! Anterior, posterior, posterior, anterior. We drew diagrams and numbered them, then went over them two or three times. WTF. Did they lose ALL the instruction manuals I gave them???
9. TeamMexico bitching about how we didn't pack extra wires for them, or the wiring scheme diagram for them. Fast foward to after the meeting, where we found the extra wires in the freaking messed up toolbox. The wiring scheme? Probably chucked under someone's bed with my detailed directions. ARGH.
Post tech meeting:
1. VanWilder wanting a laptop that had a program for temp data collection. Me, trying to steer him to ANY laptop other than mine. The precious work lappie has been through enough. It doesn't need to be tortured by VanWilder, dammit.
2. Trying to find my dissecting tools in the toolkit. Found them... and a baggie with a leaking tube of KY. Ugh. J and I ended up dumping the entire toolbox and cleaning everything in it. Dude. They really broke the inside of that kit. It was an expensive, really nice toolkit, too. All the tools were pretty much brand spanking new when they left for Mexico. When they got back? Half the tools were rusted over. WTF. And what we at first thought was funky precipitate covering a bunch of the tools, actually turned out to be GLUE. And not just glue on the tools... tools that were GLUED to the actual trays in the toolkit. Dude. W.T.F. No, really... W.T.F. When OldBoss used to be here, he kept that toolkit and the digicam locked up because he didn't trust anyone else to use it. When he left, I let A have the toolkit because he's cute and funny (shut up), but I kept that digicam hidden in my drawer. When I had to hand those over to TeamMexico, it was like watching my babies grow up and leave for college. I wept... inside. So now... the toolbox looks like it's had the crap beaten out of it, and the digicam has been cam-napped! *sobs* My babies!
3. Having a full-out ranting session with J and N. N is a sweetheart, because she let the both of us get our snark on. And most of the time, we were so incredibly frustrated and exasperated, that we ended up speechless. There are no words. Everyone here is smart. Like, crazy smart. And yet... it eludes me how they could also be so incredibly... not.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But of course, Pooh can't leave work being upset and frustrated. Always leave laughing, if we can help it. And that ended up being a girl chat out in the parking lot as N, J and I left work. One of the guys on the cleaning crew walked by us, which was what prompted the laughfest. Apparently, that very guy tried to hit on her the other day. The last time this happened to her, it was one of the security guards, who tried to pick her up by telling her he was really a musician/songwriter. I believe he tried to compose a bit of poetry for her, which went something along the lines of her having "expressive eyes... which were the windows to her soul..." Heh. So of course, being the good friends that we are, J and I had to totally snark on her. But then the bitca tried to turn it back on me by asking if any of them had tried to hit on me because, despite the utter frustration this past week, I've been smiling a lot and that could "really turn a guy on."
See. Pooh. Laugh. Her. Fucking. Ass. Off.
Damn. Sucks how G-rated I am. One of the questions on that stupid test was what you would do if someone told you you were sexy. Being me, I obviously picked the "start laughing" answer. And then when I tried to point out exactly how true that test was to J (who had made fun of me for picking that answer), she made a snarky response that made me kick her ass across the parking lot. Which really wasn't hard because she's tiny. Heh. So... despite this week from hell... THANK GOD for friends who had to experience it with you. (I'm all about sharing the misery, yo.)
*SIGH*
Going home for the weekend. Gotta help take care of the last of the GrandpaPooh things. I probably won't be back online until Sunday afternoon. I know you will all miss my sparkling presence this weekend, so you all better miss me A LOT, dammit. Hee! If you need me, or just can't get along without me, you know how to reach me. *smooches all*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:01 PM ... ||
Kill me.
Kill me now.
Kill me over and over
... and over and over and over and over again.
This is a sign, right? A big huge fucking kick in the ass? My punishment for not hurrying up and just graduating already?
One more hour until I can go home. I can't believe I'm still here, trying to finish up graphs because I'm just that nice. I should be home in two hours unless I decide to just fuck it and take a nice long detour. So... if any of you get a phone call from me in the next day or so... it'll just be me saying "hi" from Vegas or something. Bah.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:17 PM ... ||
You hear that sound?
Listen closely.
Yeah. That sound.
It's my brain cracking and crumbling into a million pieces as my sanity ebbs away slowly.
Right now, I need about a million hugs, a smile and a laugh, and maybe a couple of gropes.
*mentally crawls under the bed and hides*
|| posted by Pooh at 1:52 PM ... ||
One of the funniest images I've had to wake up to in the past few weeks? Squidferd's head only, peeking out from under the covers. For those of you who've seen him, you'll know why. Needless to say, Max was not amused, and Sheldon, who watched the whole thing from the bookcase, was peeved at the both of them. And... I think maybe only a handful of you know wtf I'm talking about.
Crappy... I think this is a sign. Maybe the mental breakage isn't healing as nicely as it should and is now permanently cracked.
Any more of this and I'm taking myself away for vacation. *nods firmly* Thank god for the weekend, at least. (ha! no work tomorrow... phew)
|| posted by Pooh at 8:10 AM ... ||