Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Ahhhh. There's nothing quite as fun as working out on the elliptical for half an hour, and then stepping off to discover you've got major wobbly legs.
And your feet feel funky.
And your legs go in different directions when you take your first step.
And you pretty much land on your ass with a very graceful "oomph!"
And then you thank the workout gods that the only person who saw you act like an idiot was your friend, who is now laughing her ass off, but is quickly silenced with a nasty PoohLook and a PoohSmackdown. (Except not, because even though she's tiny, she can be scary back.)
|| posted by Pooh at 7:31 PM ... ||
Poopy no feel good. :(
Poopy tummy hurt. :( :(
Poopy has ten "dissection" cases to analyze today. :( :(
Poopy lurves her Anti-Boss key. :D
|| posted by Pooh at 10:52 AM ... ||
It is almost July. Why does that scare me so? Oh, right. Maybe because I barely remember June. Dammit. And because last July felt like only a couple of months ago. Sheesh.
And due to "subtle" pressure (or was that an "order," Steph? cuz One wasn't any less obvious), I've updated my Pooh Wishlist. Do what you will with it, as I am planning on ignoring that oh-so-special day again this year. But if any of you feel inclined to peek, just remember, I will also take stuff I don't have listed -- like jewelry, cash, The Kiefer, and The AMH, or anything you think I absolutely need. And if any of you throw in a Meloni wearing a blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up? I'll love you to pieces.
Don't feel like I'm trolling for gifts, though. Hell, even I can't figure out what to get myself (I'm stuck on a new watch or a regular IPod), and we all know that's the most important gift of all. LOL. But seriously, DO NOT GET ME ANYTHING AT ALL, because then it'll help me believe this year passed without that pesky date showing up again. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 12:07 AM ... ||
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
FYI:
For those of you who were brave enough to try the DanCall, you got your one gimme. I WILL kick your ass for real next time because I just paid off my credit card bill and a spontaneous plane ticket for an asskicking mission doesn't seem so bad now. Also, don't forget, I work in biomed. I WILL mail your ass some white powder I stole from work. HRMPH.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:48 PM ... ||
Just got back from the optometrist, etc. I'm sure you're just waiting to hear the funny.
I don't know what it is about going to the optometrist that makes me feel like I'm about to die. I become the biggest hypochondriac ever, which makes absolutely NO sense since the chances of my catching some fatal eye infection are slimmer than me getting brain cancer from my constant cell text messaging. At least it's better than going to my opthamalogist, who not only makes me feel like I'm about to die from some fake eye disease, but also manages to yell/scold/reprimand/smap at me for being such an enabler in my goal towards progressing blindness. In any case, I'm just as blind, if not blinder, than ever.
There's just something incredibly wrong about that glaucoma test. Air should not be purposely puffed directly into your eye, in my opinion. And imagine my fright when I decided that I just may be going colorblind. Not to mention losing my depth perception, which might explain why everyone seems so one-dimensional. (bwahaha...ahhhh, okay, that was dumb...) And there's nothing quite as encouraging as when the doc puts up the initial setting on the test lens, asks you which line of letters you can see up to, and you're sitting there going "umm... you're going to have to start MUCH higher than THAT." So yeah, I'm BLIND, dammit. And love that surprise when you get to put your contacts back in and finally see what your doctor looks like. Oh, um... hi. LMAO. Ugh... gotta wait a week for my new custom lenses to come in, and then follow up visits a few weeks later. Damn me and my procrastination. I wanted to get this all done and over with before the trip. Next step: finding the perfect cute frames for my new glasses. Wooo!
Then stopped by Borders because I haven't been in a bookstore in forever, and god, did it feel good. I got travel books. I love getting travel books. Even if it's only a weekend and I only end up seeing one or two things or just end up sitting on my ass at the friend's friend's house the entire time, I will be well-prepared for my LA trip. *nods* And I got maps! Well, one fun map, which is unfortunately, double-sided. But I love maps, especially the fun ones. *takes down Hong Kong and China maps, puts up LA map* Shut up. I'm a travel geek who doesn't get to do much traveling. :(
And my final stop was at the Verizon store. You know, their customer service ain't so hot. They wouldn't let me reprogram my phone because I supposedly have the latest software, even though I know I'm missing menu options that the PoohBro's newer phone has. Bastards. And when I mentioned that standing by my apartment windows gave me absolutely no signal, but that I get full reception inside my windowless, SHIELDED lab at work... I got a blank look. And when I pointed out that that scenario didn't sound anywhere close to the "can you hear me now" lie that the company is built on, I got another blank look. Which was met with an equally impressive blank look from me. And after we stared at each other for a few seconds, I gave up and left. And THAT is why I hate that stupid company.
And then I got a phone call from a Hi-Is-Dan-There CellGIRL! I would never have picked up on any suspicious looking callback numbers, but the bitca used a restricted number, and for some reason, I always feel like I need to answer those calls. DAMMIT, DAN! Stop giving your evil minions my number! It's been over two years, people. DAN ISN'T HERE! *glares at all of you* DON'T even think about making a Dan call to me. I will kick your ass, and that's a promise. Hrmph.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:19 PM ... ||
Well, that's it...
*throws up hands in defeat*
Doctor Dumbass just handed over our precious camera, the one he was tasked to look after. How did we know the ruler incident was just the tip of all the dumbass things that could happen? 'Cuz the camera came back with blood all over it. You know, you'd think that someone, anyone, would have noticed and that magic lightbulb over their heads would have miraculously turned on and someone would have thought, gee, maybe we should clean that. But no. Because that's way too easy. On the other hand, we have definite confirmation that VanWilder was nothing but a perfect little angel in Mexico this time, which means, goodness gracious, people CAN learn from their dumbassity.
And dammit. Why is the stupid eye place booked up for the next two weeks, forcing me to make an appointment at another location? And why do eye exams and contacts cost so damn much? Hopefully they won't dilate my eyes when I get there. 'Cuz, ugh.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:03 PM ... ||
Question: Do STUPID PEOPLE stay STUPID forever?
Or is there hope? I'd like to think there's always hope, but then again, I'm secretly a very hopeful person. (If you can get beyond the cynical exterior. lmao. Shhhh.)
So here's the rant:
As you know, it's Tuesday morning, which means The Pooh is relaxing at home. It also happens to the be the Tuesday AFTER the Mexico trip, which means J is stuck at work unpacking. And since the Poohster is home, she gets all the ranting via MSN, which makes her all twitchy and stuff because there is NEVER a good post-Mexico Tuesday at work and she'd love nothing more than to be at work, getting pissed off at STUPID PEOPLE.
This particular morning, I'm awakened by a lovely little text message that sent me straight to Harold and revved up the MSN: The rulers came back red! Now, our rulers are these cheap plastic blue things, and if you discount the tissue dyes we sent down (there was no Red), then you can pretty much guess why they came back red. And then one of the STUPID PEOPLE just put them in the case with our camera tripod, which should be clean, and poor J reached in there and came up with bloody rulers. Dude. So not cool. Why the fuck would you bring back biohazardous waste without containing it first or at least attempting to clean them? And what made that particular find even more HORRIFYING, DISGUSTING, AND UTTERLY DESPICABLE? The STUPID PERSON who was responsible for mixing biohazardous waste with clean equipment? THE FUCKING "DOCTOR" ON THE TRIP!!!!!!!!!! Look, I don't care if you wasted your life in med school, knew without a doubt you would never become a practicing physician, and went straight to R&D. There are SOME things, some VERY COMMON SENSE things that everyone, especially DOCTORS, know and that's NOT doing THAT. The fucktard! And of course, he pissed off the both of us by demanding we pack our own lab digicam (which J and I are so very protective of) and then popping out the recently cleared memory card so he could use his own memory card instead. This would just be a minor inconvenience, except we now need to track him down and get his card because he has ABSOLUTELY NO INTENTION of uploading any of the pics to the company shared drive. W.T.F.!!!!! No, seriously, WTF. And before you ask, yes, HE did ask the other STUPID PEOPLE to inform J of this. The fuck!
But you know, he wasn't the only STUPID PERSON on this trip. Another girl actually admitted to J that she was the dirty one this time (as opposed to VanWilder, who also went). Apparently, she didn't clean our water bath heater even though Jen, who was the only non-STUPID PERSON on the trip, told her to. At least she warned J when she dropped off her cases so she's not a completely STUPID PERSON. And speaking of VanWilder? So far, no STUPID stories for him, which is pretty shocking and yet, very impressive and hopeful. Hey, if VanWilder can last the rest of this day without being the butt of someone's Mexico story, then maybe there is some hope that STUPID PEOPLE can have their non-STUPID moments. But only very little hope. 'Cuz you know, once a dumbass, always a dumbass.
Speaking of dumbassity... How is it that we sent each of the 4 member team a packing list (specifically listing the items packed in each case and the name of the person responsible for each suitcase) and when the stuff came back, they left half the stuff we packed down in Mexico BUT brought back half the stuff they could have left there because we don't need them? Grrrr!
Poor Jen. Not that I want to go to Mexico anymore (at least not for work-related purposes), but if they had just sent J, Jen, and me this time, we could have done everything faster and cleaner than they did. But hey, the rules of business trips dictate that you don't always send the best people for the job. Now J is wondering how she can tell them off without actually telling them off. I think I'm preparing voodoo dolls and spells because there really isn't any other way, is there?
AND DAMMIT!!!!!!! Speaking of stupid people... I didn't pick up this time because I'm getting smarter and stuff, but WTF is wrong with that Hi-Is-Dan-There PhoneGuy!! The fucktard even left a voicemail asking for Dan, and I'm pretty sure my voicemail message is female and NOT Dan. Unless one of you decided to screw with me, which isn't beyond the realm of possibility since I know you all LOVE me that much.
Hrmph.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:33 AM ... ||
Monday, June 28, 2004
Well, I'm happy to say that as the day wore on, I was as loopy as ever, bouncing between my usual moods of responsible seriousness and extreme flightiness. And despite the PAIN (everywhere, everywhere, everywhere), I think I faked it pretty good 'cuz I looked rather cute today and fooled everyone.
But WHAT is up with the touching! Not that I'm entirely against touching, mind you. (*snert*) It's just that I've never met a touchier bunch of guys before, and since they're all considerably younger than me (*hides calendar*), don't think I'm unaware of the older woman thing.
LMFAO. Okay, that cracked me up like no one's done in quite some time. Pretty sad, huh?
And now that I think about it... YAY! to the bike ride in September. It'll give me a goal for all the (half-assed) exercising I've been doing lately. Aha! Don't you hate when there's actually a reason to get fit? Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:57 PM ... ||
Oh, sheeee-it!
I think I just agreed to do a 40-mile bike ride in September for Work.
Okay. *deep breath* It's in September, so plenty of time to back out. Especially if I'm no longer here then. Also, will need a bike, as that is the entire point of a "bike" ride. And should probably practice soon after acquiring that magnificent piece of machinery, as have not ridden a real bike in... umm... how many years has it been since riding that tandem bike with L anyway? Too too long. *rubs PoohAss* Bad memories, too. Ouch.
And nooooo, J and I aren't discussing this over IM... while sitting across from each other... in the same lab.... 'Cuz that would be pathetic... right?
|| posted by Pooh at 2:29 PM ... ||
Is a gorgeous day so far. Am not feeling it because am in Mood. Hrmph.
Overslept by an hour. Fuuuuuuck.
Yet am in no hurry to get to work.
Because of the hurt, dude. The hurt. :(
And Steph, I think I will be ready tonight because I'll be forced to tell the friend today, and that'll pretty much prepare me for breaking your heart, too. (And hers. And mine again and again) I hate to do both. Poor Steph. :( Don't worry. Just get the Darce, the Kief, and the booze ready, ya beautiful nosy snarky bitca. :) (And yes, One, I will be entirely subjective objective about it. *nods*) :P
Is it Vegas time yet? *brightens hopefully*
ETA:
You know what's going to suck? I wake up an hour late, will leave more than a half hour late... and probably still get to work on time. How messed up is that? 'Tis the Law of F'U Pooh. GRRRR. And now I can't wait to get to the gym after work. See, One? CD? I'm focusing and concentrating. LMAO.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:03 AM ... ||
*ouch*
Just... *ouch* :(
And *SOB* :'(
Need cake, ice cream, booze, junk food, Darcy and the Kief. Stat!
|| posted by Pooh at 1:54 AM ... ||
Sunday, June 27, 2004
ONE!!!! Dear gawd. You were right. The menu is thesex. Hee! And then I skipped straight to the eps I missed when they were aired on TV. Started with 'The Plague' ep. Duuuuuuuuude. Angsty father/son dilemma for Johnny. Oh man. Forget Sunday brunch. We need to plan a trip to tackle the AMH.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:08 PM ... ||
Umm... I think I'm going to quit the exercising kick. It was a nice try and all, especially since I can now see my waist... (I'm kidding! I'm beautiful and wonderful and have a good sense of self-image. *nods and blinks innocently at One* :P) But I haven't done anything since Wednesday anyway. And my back was all twingy and stuff the other day, and my arm was all sore... and after last night, when I didn't even do anything, my back is killing me now and my arm is even more sore. Of course, it could have been the bed since I finally got to sleep in my old bed (which sucks) instead of the guestroom bed. But in any case... OUCH. *sob sob sob* I could barely get out of the car this afternoon because that required all sorts of twisting actions. Ugh. Hmm... where's the Kiefer to give me a luxurious backrub when I need it, dammit! :(
N called and asked if I wanted to hang out with the new friends today. Would love to, but you know... MY BACK. And also, I mentioned the boyfriend of that one friend of hers, right? The one I want to snert at every time I look in his direction? Well, I forgot to mention that the very few times I talked to him during dinner the other night, he also sounded like that other person I know. And seriously... oh god. Bwahahahaha. LMFAO. I mean... no, it's a good thing. Well, it can be, I suppose... if I didn't want to break a rib snickering in shock the entire time. And anyway, MY BACK kinda kills any urge to really laugh right now, which means I can be all serious and non-laughy while moaning and bitching in pain alone, or I can laugh rudely and inappropriately while groaning in pain in front of other people. So it's best to stay at home and try to recover instead of meeting up with other people today. Yeah, that's it.
Owwwwwwwwie.
P.S. One, it's Sunday for me. How come no brunch? *sobs some more*
Also, the PoohDad just asked about my trip and was trying to give me ideas about what to see and do while there. But then he always adds some kind of horror story to everything. Umm... that's no good. If L.A.'s so horrific (*snickers at One*), it's probably best I stay home. TheKief should come to me anyway. And at the rate my back is deteriorating, they'll most likely need to wheel me onto the plane on a stretcher. Grrr.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:12 PM ... ||
Saturday, June 26, 2004
Okay, I'm running on two hours of sleep right now and have been up since 7AM so this will be short entry -- about half a page instead of three. :P
Last night was the dinner with friends and meeting mutual friends of J and N. J and I got to the restaurant really early, so of course... "Waiter! Drinks!" And yeah, you know, it's never good to start drinking before dinner actually starts and when your last meal was a good 7 hours ago. Got that great lightheaded feeling again, although I only had one drink so there wasn't any danger of me trying to clear table space to rest my head for a few minutes. Heh. *wobbly*
Meeting the new people was interesting, although was dismayed to have two of the most horrible handshakes ever. The one girl's hand was so limp, I wasn't even at a third strength of my MostConfidentHandshake and was afraid of crushing her hand. Ugh. And then... this is where I can't decide if it was a good thing I was drunk or not. Ever meet someone and you just can't -- CAN'T -- make eye contact with at all? Not because they're so overwhelmingly hot that you're afraid you'll blush and keel over and die from the hotness. But because you're so scared you'll bust a gut laughing because they sort of look like someone else? Yeah, I'm thinking it wouldn't have been polite to laugh in his face every time I had to talk to him, which was rarely since he was at the other end of the table. But it might be a problem if this group decides to hang out again -- there was mention of whitewater rafting (oy!). *orders more drinks*
And then we went to see The Day After Tomorrow. I've got basically the same review as the one One gave, except I didn't like it quite as much as she did. Despite the Hollywood ending, it still made me incredibly depressed and made me want to kick whoever's ass for scheduling Shrek 2 too late for us to watch instead. So depressed and moody was exactly the right mood for the great late night/earlyearlyearly morning chat with One. Thanks, babe. :P
Which meant I only got in two hours of sleep to prepare for my marathon day of awakeness today. Which meant I immediately fell asleep while the PoohMom was driving. And of course, I was so out of it... imagine how fucked up I felt when the PoohMom jolted me awake with a loud gasp and an "omg! it's snowing! in June!" Uhhh... yeah. Not only was I groggy and experiencing a big burst of adrenaline, but the first thing that went through my head (after "WTF") was "oh shit, isn't that how the movie started? with fucked up weather?" But then... it turned out that the PoohMom was being silly and all she was seeing were these white seed things falling from the tree we had paused under. So I went back to my nap. Hmm. I was so out of it, I'm surprised I remembered that. Also, I wasn't mean or even silently thinking of any snark at all today at work, which is wrong and odd and unusual for me. Weirdness. I know who I blame for that. *kick*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:17 PM ... ||
|| posted by Pooh at 4:24 AM ... ||
Friday, June 25, 2004
Power outages suck!!!!
That is all.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:59 PM ... ||
The hills are aliiiiiiive with the sound of muuuuuuusic...
Huh. Is very odd. Can't seem to get that song out of my head this morning, and don't know how it got in there in the first place.
I'm in a weird and loopy mood today. (Loopy? Looney? Hmm? *glares at people* NO. I am NOT always like this. Pffft.)
|| posted by Pooh at 9:54 AM ... ||
Thursday, June 24, 2004
Ever have one of those really random days?
I started my new project/assignment - the one I'm supposed to devote all my time to now. CrotchetyOldGuy, who I have to work with now, had training today which meant he could only stay with me for a few minutes. Not that it mattered. Turned out another intern didn't know she was pulled from the project so she ended up showing me how to run things before she left.
Played with these circular samples of biomaterial (forgot the name, but we picked them up at the MDM Expo last week). It's the new stuff that's supposedly replacing silicone as the material of choice for body implants, and they're greasy and tacky as hell. So yeah, ended up chucking them at each other's computer screens cuz they'd just stick there.
Was sexually harassed with a Dremel. *kicks R*
Had another person put their hands on my head. This time by the new intern, which was a WTF. 'Cuz what's up with guys putting their hands on the top of my head when I'm sitting at my computer? And dude, the new intern is nice and we get along and stuff, but I've only known him for three days, dammit. Hands off!
Called to make an appointment to get an oil change and maintenance for the car. UGH. WHY does it cost so much money to take care of a car? Bleh. Add that to my need for new glasses and contacts, and it's starting to look like an expensive summer so far. *sigh*
Finished all my new tests, which had to be done in another lab in another building. The only computer in that lab wasn't networked, and each test (I had about 15) took 20 minutes - 3 minutes of actual work by me, 17 minutes of waiting for pumps to do their thing. Got so bored, ended up falling asleep in the lab and missing the first twenty minutes of our tech meeting. *smaps self*
And because I thought this was kind of funny...
It seems that whenever I'm acting like a hermit, all family members leave me alone. Whenever I make those oh-so-rare plans to really hang out with friends, some family member will inevitably call and tell me there's some kind of emergency or other that would dictate me cancelling my plans and rushing home to take care of whatever. This has happened the last three or four times I tried to do something with friends over the weekend. Well, tomorrow, N and J are dragging me out to a late dinner with some other people. So of course, what happens? Last night the PoohMom calls telling me she needs me to help her on Saturday because no one else is available, and since that means getting up at 6AM on Saturday and then working until about 7PM... it kind of kills any plans to get totally trashed tomorrow night. And I was sooooo looking forward to it... heh.
What's scary now is that this impeccable timing is carrying over into other parts of my life. At the tech meeting, we learned that the Team (excluding the usual people like J and me) was planning on going to Colorado the second week of July to meet with one of our external vendors to check on prototypes. Except the vendors don't think they'll be ready that week, so the possibility now exists that they'll push the trip back to the third week. And you know what happens during the tailend of that third week, right? The Poohtrip to L.A., is what. Jen will definitely need to go to Colorado, and if that trip gets pushed back a week... that means not only will I get stuck going to L.A. by myself, but I'll lose out on free housing, too. Poopers. :(
Better think positive thoughts...
|| posted by Pooh at 6:52 PM ... ||
Great. :
The eye twitch is back again. So either I'm stressing over something I've either repressed or am unaware of (or it has to do with the "good" but typical and oh so crappy work news I got today). Or it could just mean that I need to get more sleep. Sheesh. Why am I such a freak? Stoopid twitch. Grrrr.
In other news, I think I may have discovered why I woke up grumpy today. Well, at least came up with a couple of possible reasons. Like anticipating coming down from the packing high at work, which I did -- post-frenzied-packing is so anticlimactic. Bleh. Like sort of knowing I'd get the shaft at work -- if you can consider it the shaft, since I got a new "test assignment" which is of the potentially good, but also a different person to work with which is of the Very Very Bad. *twitch twitch spasm* Also, I think I woke up knowing I'd lose my last (second in as many days) hairband today, which sucks because I don't have time to go shopping just for hairbands, and means I now have to leave the hair down in this heat. Not that I don't normally leave it down anyways nowadays, but still... it's always much nicer to have options. *sigh*
|| posted by Pooh at 12:08 AM ... ||
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Dang it!
After a two month absence, the "Is Dan there?" cell phone guy is back. Exactly how many times can this guy get rejected before he finally gets a clue? Yeesh.
But then, you'd think I'd be smart enough not to answer when I see that number by now. Hmm... is there any way to block numbers on your cell? 'Cuz that could come in handy. Heh.
And yay! J and I finally made it to the work gym this evening. Ugh. I hurt. lmfao. But the elliptical trainer is hella fun. ..... oh oh. Did I just say exercising was fun? *bangs head on desk*
|| posted by Pooh at 7:38 PM ... ||
I think I woke up in a mood today. :(
It's pretty rare for me to wake up knowing that I'm feeling a GrumpyPooh. Usually I don't find out until someone tells me that I'm being a grouch (unless I'm not and they don't know what they're talking about), or until after a few hours after I'm up and people have had adequate time to peeve me. But today... yep, woke up feeling just slightly miserable, and then just couldn't seem to get started at all. Everything I did slowed me down. I pretty much got stuck at "getting dressed." Ugh. For the life of me, I just couldn't do it. Everything I tried on made me more and more meh, even my all-purpose black pants.
*sigh*
*smaps self*
Someone make me happy/smile today, please? Or even just piss me off so I can have something real to rant about? Bleh.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:11 AM ... ||
I am soooo ready for the M-trip. Ok, I'm not going, but still... totally ready for it. We're 95% packed already, and no one's bitched about it yet. We'll see how it goes tomorrow since they've pretty much decided to leave on Thursday instead of Friday. *crosses fingers* The best part of the M-trip? Not being able to do any testing for a week because all our equipment gets packed away and we're too busy doing menial work to actually have time to run any tests anyway. For example, after I finally got my ass to work today (had to run errands in the morning), J tells me that FakeDoctorGuy wanted us to label all the cassettes they would be using for their tissue specimens. Okay, first, we're talking over 200 cassettes. And second, this is shit they can do by themselves. And third, that meant breaking up the cassettes into piles of ten and packaging them separately, which took up so much more space than was necessary. WTF is his problem anyway? Besides the humongous PlatinumEgoStick up his ass and being the laziest person ever. It's no wonder people think he's full of it, and why his mom reportedly is pissed at him. Dude got a med degree and then went nowhere near "practicing," supposedly because he had the crappiest bedside manner eva, which would explain his attitude at work. Blech. What a waste of a med school space that I could have had. 'Cuz I would have been a great doctor (just think! dissections all the time! lol), and ya know I'm all about the bedside manner... Umm, yeah. lmfao.
Tomorrow I get to teach the new intern how to play with my tongues. Hee! And also need to decide whether I'm going to work on Friday since everyone will either be in Mexico or on their summer flex hours. Normally I'd just sleep in and call it a day off, which it is, but there's something about being at work, goofing off when you know no one else will be there, and making money doing it... that seems oddly appealing. Heh.
Yay! Have started the vaca calendar. Now, if only we could get the Vegas trip set... *glares at certain people* :P
|| posted by Pooh at 12:09 AM ... ||
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Oh god. LMFAO. Oh man. Bwahahaha. Oh sheesh. It hurts.
I swear, NO ONE at work should ever utter the "M" word ever again. The next time they go, if there is a next time, it should just be "we're going... THERE." Murphy loves the M-word.
I'm stuck going into work on my day off because of all the packing and last minute testing that needs to be done before things can be packed and sealed. Those cassettes we were ordering last week? Well, they came in okay. The molds that were supposed to come in with them... the molds that we need because the "doctor"-guy who always goes down with the team needs them? Yeah, well, apparently, the supplier forgot to mention that we wouldn't get the molds when we ordered them. Why? The people who make the molds are on strike.
Yeeeeeeeesh. *bangs head*
I'm thinking about going on strike, too, and starting my vacation early. Bleh.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:10 AM ... ||
Monday, June 21, 2004
|| posted by Pooh at 6:32 PM ... ||
Well, we're finally back from Philly. We were baaaaad. We didn't use up the whole day like we planned. LOL. Yes, we're model interns. Shut up. We all strive for something. In this case, inefficiency. Heh.
The trip wasn't too bad. You know it'll be good when you see the Boss before heading out, and he reminds you to have a GOOD lunch while you're in Philly. TeamBoss rocks... sometimes.
And now the sucky part: packing. Blech. WHO packs four days before a trip? I'm at my most efficient right before the trip, dammit. How is anyone supposed to concentrate on packing when there's still other things to do -- like slack off, I mean, analyze data. *nods*
|| posted by Pooh at 3:42 PM ... ||
Today is such a great day to sleep in late and snuggle under the covers.
I'm at work.
BOOOO!!! Hisssss!!!
And I'm about to make a run to Philly. Ugh. Argh. Blech. Blah. Ick.
Is it lunchtime now? LOL (God, I'm such a bad worker. lmfao)
|| posted by Pooh at 9:08 AM ... ||
Okay, next Father's Day? We're staying home and BBQing. LOL
Poor poor poor PoohWallet. It hates me now even more because I've narrowed down the LA flights to two. Poor thing didn't even think I'd get that far this time, and now it knows what comes next. *bam* lmfao. And then there's the Vegas trip. And... hmm... *makes mental note to play the lottery this week*
I can't wait to get to work tomorrow in a couple of hours. The MexicoFreakingOutShitStorm will be in full effect. Thank goodness J and I have to go down to Philly to grab our equipment. Hopefully, there'll be a traffic jam, which will be preferable to being at work, standing in the direct path of the bosses' anxiety attacks, or analyzing crappy data. Blech.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:48 AM ... ||
Sunday, June 20, 2004
For all the daddies out there:
Happy Father's Day!
Hmm... actually, if there are any daddies out there reading this blog, that'll be news to me. Anywho, *BIG HUGS TO POOHDAD* PoohDaddy loved his gift, as he should, since it was brought with love and stuff (if you ignore all the arguing and bitching that also went with it). And then in a huge ridiculous WTF moment that could only happen with sisters, Thing2 and I went to pick up Thing1 at the bus stop this morning and, to our horror, discovered we were all wearing pretty much the same (though slightly different shades) color shirts. *facepalm* Sheesh.
All righty, need to go pay off some of my bills so I can afford to take the PoohDad out to dinner. Hope everyone's having a beautiful day.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:20 PM ... ||
Saturday, June 19, 2004
The Funny: Stopped at a light and watched a pigeon cross the street within the crosswalk. Light turned green. Pigeon stayed in the crosswalk but picked up the pace. I don't know why, but that just cracked me up.
The Funny, Part 2: Saw PoohUncle in the city today. He had childhood polio so he's got a pretty big limp, and today he was showing off his brand spanking new motorized wheelchair, courtesy of our wonderful, lovely, awesome government. *cough* But he looked absolutely adorable (in that "I've got a geeky toy" kind of way), zipping down the streets in it with a huge grin on his face. Heh.
The "Bitca, Why are You Such a Loser?": Always, always, always goes to Thing1. Thing2 and I stopped by the mall to make a final decision on the PoohDadGift. The Things are splitting the cost of a nice watch (Pooh gets to pay for dinner, woohoo! Oy.), and Thing2 couldn't decide between two of them. So of course, she calls up Thing1 and gets the standard Thing1 response: "I don't care. Just don't buy something too expensive because I'm trying to plan my vacation." To which she received the typical Thing2 reply: "Bitch, why are you so fucking cheap and selfish?" To which I had my say: "Dude, you're allowed to order a glass of water at dinner tomorrow." Lots of love in this family. LOTS of love. lmfao
Wait til she finds out that the PoohDad offered to give me one of his free tickets for my L.A. trip. I'm still deciding between the free ticket or accruing my own miles. Hmm... maybe the PoohDad offer will still be available for Vegas...
The Stink of Desperation: Poor PoohMom. She finally showed just how desperate she's become. Whenever I'm home for the weekend and on the phone... especially when she finds out I'm talking to a guy, doesn't even matter who it is as long as it's a guy... and as soon as I get off the phone... PoohMom comes up behind me, being all nice and stuff, and starts firing off the questions: Was that a guy? From school? From work? From where? How old is he? Your age? Younger? Older? Single? Boyfriend potential? Chinese? White? Black? Green? Purple? Transparent?" And after the stream of questions bounce off the PoohForceField (set to max. deflection)... "Oh. Well... keep your eyes open and don't discount anyone." *bangs head* I suck so much as a daughter. LMAO
Hmm... off to look into getting these pretty eyes o' mine checked. Be nice to actually see what I'm looking at sometimes. LOL
|| posted by Pooh at 3:43 PM ... ||
Friday, June 18, 2004
*bangs head*
It's that time of year again -- time for Mexico. Sheesh. I dread whenever the M-word comes up in meetings, mostly because of all the shit that happened the last time they went there. And guess what?! *smiles brightly* They're going next weekend! Wooooohoooooooooo!!!! Nice of them to decide this yesterday. And then hand us a list of things they need that need to be gathered and packed by next Wednesday. And then hand us another list (incomplete, mind you) of things they may or may not have left in Mexico last time. And then let us know (NOW) that the things we ordered for them after the last trip...
"yeah, they're not exactly right... remember those cassettes?... the ones we okayed for you to order after we came back and bitched about the sizes?... yeah... we need some bigger ones... nevermind that the ass "doctor" said the new ones were still too small and I was supposed to tell you guys that forever ago... but you know... OOPS, slipped my mind... and nevermind that I'M the one who's having a stroke because all this stuff hasn't been gathered or ordered yet even though I didn't tell you months ago when I was supposed to... and yeah, don't worry that I was the over-anxious, desperately needed a drink, organizational control freak/inventory bitch and only gave you an incomplete list of items we left there because, OOOPS, I suck and am a company puppet who wants everyone to think I have control but don't really, and you guys should have had this shit packed last week before we even knew we were going, and oh yeah, I'm not even going this time because I'll be on a fucking CRUISE with my family then yet I'm still FREAKING OUT about this.... and WHY aren't you guys reading my fucking mind?!..."
*deep breath*
Ok, so no one is giving us any idea exactly WHAT they're looking for in these new things we're supposed to order and get them to ship here before Wednesday. And I know exactly where this is going because then we'll ask them to check on the item dimensions BEFORE we place the order, they'll nod and say okay, and then AFTER we get them on Wednesday, they'll bitch and moan that it's all wrong. Thank goodness I'm not at work today. And no, I'm not rushing in again on my day off like the last time when they had the PG debacle.
I have more important things to do. Like clean out my closet. I'm busy trying to answer one of life's more puzzling conundrums -- why do I have five white button-down shirts? And where did all these pink shirts come from! *boggle*
|| posted by Pooh at 12:58 PM ... ||
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Woohoo! I love rain. Rain is good. Especially rain that brings cooler weather. Still kinda hot and muggy now, but every once in awhile, there's a lovely cool breeze. Awww. Isn't it wonderful? Umm... yeah, could be suffering from heatstroke right now...
Which is probably why I'm procrastinating with the vacation flights. Yeah, I suck. But that's what tomorrow is for, right? I mean, what better time to plan vacations than on your day off. Hmm... that would make three days off this week. Sometimes, life is good. LOL
|| posted by Pooh at 11:39 PM ... ||
Ugh. Why is it so muggy and hot and... muggy... and hot... and why does "muggy" look so funky? Unless I'm spelling it wrong cuz I not so smrt. And who do I sleep with to get a free a/c for my room?
Last night, Clueless the Roomie suggested I just take the a/c from the living room. Umm... the wall unit? Yeaaaaahhhh... So in answer to my question above: Not him. Sheesh.
And yay! Friend and I touched base today. There's an official L.A. date now. Sadly, other snarky friend can't come that weekend, BUT there is a date. Hmm... I wonder how I can mess this one up again? I'm in charge of figuring out the flight options. So in answer to that question: Me. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 7:27 PM ... ||
Okay, Freakers. Snarkgasm is down so I can't post this in the appropriate thread:
This is it. Jenai and I are getting our asses in gear. I'm putting my foot down on the second week of August (Fri Aug. 13 - Sun Aug. 15) for Vegas. If you're coming, let me know because I'm doing hotel searches and making reservations and stuff. Umm... SOON.
Thank you.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:07 AM ... ||
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
P.S. To all of you who have started working out because of me (looking around, I hate to see that I "inspired" a bunch of you)... I started slacking off, so feel free to do so, too.
*runs and hides from One and CD*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:20 PM ... ||
So today was fun. Kinda. J and I met up in Newark, then traveled into the city and met up with N at the Expo. Went in and did our rounds. Lucky for us, a whole bunch of relevant vendors were right by the entrance so we got to get that over with pretty quick. After that, we spent the next hour trying to find good free stuff -- candy (N was good at that), toys, and lanyards for our badges (J was determined to get a specific one, only we couldn't read the company name on them in order to find their location). Had a long lunch, where I broke with the healthy eating and stuffed my face with a pepperoni pizza. And it was worth every friggin' bite, thank you very much. Hmph. Then we hurried back in and found one last company FlyersBoss had asked us to check out. Check. Finally figured out who gave out the lanyard J had her heart set on. Check. That company was putting on magic shows, and we managed to catch their last show of the day. Fun! (Dude, it was a geek-xpo. We take our fun where we can get it.)
And then, post-Expo, we went drinking. It was only the right thing to do since we were in the city. *nods* Trekked to Times Square, found a restaurant, and plopped our asses down by the bar. Within the first five minutes, I managed to provide proof of why you can't take me out anywhere -- managed to spill a little salsa on my pants. But it dried and went away without staining! So there! And then had two margaritas on a half-empty stomach. Umm... oops. By the time we decided to order some food, just in case, umm... yeah... had a bit of trouble actually reading the menu. Oops again. But I wasn't drunk! Only, erm, slightly tipsy. But then again, slightly tipsy still makes Pooh kinda sleepy, which meant surreptitiously trying to put her head down on the itty bitty table. And you know, come to think of it, there's just something about the act of trying to take a little teeny nap on the table that just contradicts the idea behind being all stealthy and surreptitious. And then it was a bit cute and funny when the food came and the lameass tardo leaned over and whispered "Pssst. Hey. This? Is a fork." At least J thought so because she was cracking up by then. AND I guess it's only really cute and funny when you don't realize that Pooh is a total control freak when it comes to drinking, and has mastered the act of appearing loopy and tipsy when she's sooo not because it amuses everyone else. That's right! It's an act, dammit. Good god, I just wanted to take a nap, further evidence that Drunk or even SlightlyTipsy Pooh is really just plain ol' SleepyPooh and is boring and no fun whatsoever.
N only had one margarita, and J and I were very much saddened when she left to catch her bus at the Port Authority, leaving J and I to walk ("walk"??) all the way down to Penn Station. We were both pretty good at the walking. Really. And while we were doing our best impersonations of being completely sober, some guy came up behind us and handed us these "VIP" cards that would get us into a couple of clubs after a certain hour for free. Umm... yeah. Anyway, we managed to catch our train with no problem. Fell asleep/jerked ourselves awake a couple of times during the ride. Not fun. And by the time I walked the ten minutes from the train station to where I had parked my car on campus, I was allllllll better. Yup.
Now I'm sober and awake again. Yes, I am.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:54 PM ... ||
First, let me just say that I am no longer drunk. *nods firmly*
Second, let me just say that... actually, there is no "second." Except that I'm sweaty and sticky and just a bit tipsy, and need a cold cold cold shower, which is what I'm going to do right now. *nods again*
Third, now I definitely know there's no "third." Definitely. *nods without wobbling*
|| posted by Pooh at 8:15 PM ... ||
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
The work suckage was finally worked out. Thank goodness! J and I were supposed to go to the MDM Expo in NYC tomorrow, with the permission and encouragement of our TeamBoss. While we were there, we were supposed to meet up with N since we haven't seen her since she left and got herself a fancy shmancy real job. And then... because we'll be all alone in the big bad city with no bosses around... planned on cutting out early, having a nice expensive lunch on the company, and then slacking off. Neener neener.
But today, VanWilder informed J that "they" had discussed it at the team meeting and "they" decided that we weren't allowed to go. Our presence was needed at work because our tongues and steaks experiments were more important than any expo. Normally, this wouldn't have been a big deal since we are trying to put out a product on a deadline and we still have no clue exactly what we're doing anymore. But the thing is, some of our equipment doesn't even work, and we would have wasted half the day twiddling our thumbs just waiting to get our tongues. (Rowr!) And then he told J that if she really wanted to go, she could go after lunch, which would have been pointless because it would have taken her an hour to get into the city, about an hour to find parking, and then would only get to spend about an hour there. Sometimes, he really doesn't think.
And then J called back an hour later to inform me to call N back. Again. And let her know that we were indeed still coming. Seems that J mentioned the turn of events to TeamBoss, who was absolutely shocked to hear that VanWilder had told her that, seeing how 1. "they" never discussed that in the team meeting, 2. he had encouraged everyone to go, and 3. had informed everyone that J and I would be unavailable tomorrow because we were going. This is the second time in two weeks that VanWilder has had his own team meeting in his head, and then emerged from his own warped reality (and y'all think the color of MY sky is fucked up, pffft) with different ideas of what really happened. Sheesh. But what can you expect? This place can drive anyone nuts. I hear CrotchetyOldGuy got so pissed off his experimental set-up wasn't working that he just up and left work today without telling anyone. lmfao. These two guys kill me, and when they're together, they're both accusing the other of b.s. I LOVE work.
NOT!
So... in conclusion, J and I will be hanging out in the city. We've been tasked to go through the Expo, gathering info about vendors who do certain things and make certain other things. And we've been told we're supposed to impersonate fulltime employees of our beloved company so everyone will take us seriously. Please. Look at this face... is this the face of a person you can take seriously? Even a teeny bit? *snert*
But who cares about all that? If you think about it, with only maybe two hours of actual shmoozing and "working," I'm actually getting ANOTHER day off tomorrow. WEEEEEE!!!! That's right. Be jealous. *rub rub rub*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:43 PM ... ||
So I'm sure most of you have seen the stuff (and the ensuing snark) going on around online. Well... I've decided to get in on the action because hell, I know a Good Scam when I smell one. I've got a similar proposition for y'all, except THIS is a dire emergency situation.
Please donate to the Pooh Needs An A/C Fund. (What? I pay for all my vacas myself, dude.) Just transfer all moneys and precious gems and gold bricks and titles/deeds/souls to this account number.
'Cuz, dude? It's frelling hot around here and I'm dying. DYING! I think that's a good enough reason to take advantage of y'all. LMAO.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:30 PM ... ||
YAY!!!!
In my one GOOD and HAPPY news of the day (seriously all days off should be filled with warm fuzzy happy fluffiness, DAMMIT)...
I finally updated the software and roaming capabilities for my cell. Duuuuuuude. I've never seen so many freaking signal bars on it before. Ever! *hugs phone* Thank goodness it doesn't hate me for dropping it again today. Oops. But yay! Kickass reception! Except, you know, knowing the company, it's probably just there to tease me. Blech.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:58 PM ... ||
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!
I HATE PEOPLE!!!!!
GODDAMN! MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MINDS!!
|| posted by Pooh at 1:37 PM ... ||
*pulls hair*
ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
There should be a law limiting the amount of stupidity a person is allowed to deal with every day before they have permission to go on a shooting rampage. If work doesn't drive me to drink, smoke, and do drugs by the end of this week, I'm going to be pretty disappointed at my amazing amount of self-control.
I'm considering ranting about what just transpired over the phone this morning, but then... do I really want my day off to be all about suppressing the urge to lead a mutiny tomorrow, boot everyone off my project, and take over the world?
Hmmm.
P.S. If anyone is an expert in pressure concepts or thermal systems or remember anything about t-tests.... call me???? *SOB*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:59 AM ... ||
Monday, June 14, 2004
What's up with...
1. The building smelling like singed buttered popcorn?
2. Pink Shirt Day? Counted 5 guys wearing various shades of pink shirts. Would not have been so noticeable had we not encountered this phenomenon in our very small cafeteria. No... just no.
3. The cute (sadly married) guy at work who still thinks it's funny to inquire after my Hubby. Why am I so fun to torture? Is that my main purpose in life - to amuse? And dude, that joke is soooo last month. Pfffft.
4. The friend who can't seem to get out of her full day meetings so we can discuss more important things... like our trip.
5. Me being so bleh about making these data graphs that I'd rather take a meeting now than finish them?
|| posted by Pooh at 1:21 PM ... ||
Slooooooowly but surely... I've got 4 days up for the Travel-Log. These pictures are taking forever to sort and figure out what they are. LOL.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:39 AM ... ||
Sunday, June 13, 2004
I don't normally review The Dead Zone eps because I love that show so much. (AMH? ROWRRR!!) And if I did, I would never start reviewing during the actual ep. But tonight's?
SHUT UP, "KATE"! JUST SHUT UP! SHUT! THE! FUCK! UP!
Oh, and... Get off my show!
ETA:
GOOD GOD! Now with the Nancy Kerrigan waterworks! Dammit. "Kate" goes from being a wooden stick standing next to The Kief to a Syd-wannabe opposite AMH. SHEESH. If she doesn't get off my show soon, I'm going to start hating it. *sob*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:12 PM ... ||
You know, I may start to like running. There's just so much potential for ridiculousness whenever I do it. I mean, besides my own awkward and silly attempts of actually trying to run.
Things seen while at the track:
1. A soccer game being played on a tiny patch of grass right up against the track, with about 25 people on the field, and where the object of the game appeared to be kicking the ball out of bounds. Not nice when I happen to be running by at that exact moment.
2. The other game in progress, probably an IM soccer game, with the little old lady right in the middle of the play. No, for real. She was a little old lady. And definitely in better shape than me. Go her.
3. The girl from yesterday who liked to jumprope right on the track, blacking traffic. Yesterday she couldn't do more than three jumps in a row. Today... not sure because I was leaving just as she was coming.
Was disappointed today. After pushing myself to running almost a mile yesterday, I could barely manage half a mile today. Blech. So... exactly when does the magic miraculously happen? Cuz I could really stop any day now... LOL. *hides from One and CD*
|| posted by Pooh at 6:50 PM ... ||
Saturday, June 12, 2004
Arrrrrrggghhhhhh.
I was having such a nice day today before a couple of dumbass coppers decided to ruin it for me. Grrrr.
I got all ready to go for my evening run (surprised, huh?), stepped out the door, and eyed my car parked in the street from Friday. (BTW, paving early Friday morning? WTF. Our parking lot doesn't look like it's changed at all. The only thing it looks like they've done was fill in a couple of tiny cracks, and didn't even do a very good job at it either. Hrmph.) Noticed three -- THREE!!!! -- cop cars double-parked along the street. The first one just happened to be blocking the front half of my car. BASTARD! THREE cop cars with no one around, and one ambulance parked behind them. And so far, they've been sitting there for the past ten minutes. Seriously... what kind of situation needs three cop cars to accompany an ambulance? And if it were so dire, how come there were no sirens at all, and the entire block is strangely silent? The cars aren't even idling. They're completely parked and blocking a good five other cars parked on the street. Look, fine, someone might have needed some medical help, which they're more than welcome to receive (they have my permission *nods*). My peeve is, if it were an emergency, these guys should just do it and get out of there. If it's not, as the case seems to be, these bastards could have parked on the other side of the street where there are no cars parked at all. Some of us have lives to live, people. Quit interrupting them.
This message was brought to you by the coldhearted bitch who just wants to get out of her apartment.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:31 PM ... ||
Friday, June 11, 2004
So I suck. I've been putting together that icky travel-log of my trip to China. And then today, the sis called just to nag and ask if I had finally uploaded my pics yet. Blech.
Well... I put up two three days worth of stuff. The log itself is here. But a-ha! There's a catch. Because there's personal pics posted (although 99% of the pics ended up being blurry and squinty), I've password-protected all the pics. You can still read the log, but if you want to see the crappy photos, you'll have to beg and plead and kiss up for the password. Or... *sets up paypal account* LOL. I'm just kidding. You only need to ask so I know that no freaks (well, freakier than me) are getting personal stuff. :P
ETA: The slideshows are kinda funky. For some reason, it usually puts up the wrong first pic, but then corrects itself as you loop back around. Weirdness.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:52 PM ... ||
Ooops. Forgot that next weekend is Father's Day. :(
But yay! Finally we figured out what to get the PoohDad -- he's soooo hard to buy presents for. Thing2 IM'ed to inform that the PoohDad's Lion King watch finally ran died on him. (Shut up, it's cute. It came from a Happy Meal or Kid's Meal or whatever. LOL) So now he's going to have to suck it up and accept a shiny expensive adult watch from us. *nods*
|| posted by Pooh at 8:37 PM ... ||
mmmmmmm
*stretches*
day off
what to do?
*gets back in bed*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:02 AM ... ||
Thursday, June 10, 2004
*kicks AIM*
For some reason, Evil AIM keeps showing me as signed on from two locations. WTF? I've checked all computers I've used the past few days, and don't know where this phantom "other location" is. Dammit. It's driving me absolutely nuts, because now I've been signed on for something like two days, when in reality, I've only been on for a few hours -- accuracy is a biggie with me, but only because I'm really not that pathetic. *nods firmly*
So yeah, to the person who managed to hack into my account... Stop? Please stop? LMAO. Sheesh. *kicks AIM some more*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:13 PM ... ||
What is it about rain that makes people suddenly forget how to drive? Grrrrrr!
Today was a very productive day. So productive, in fact, that it carried over into me getting excited about checking out the work gym for the first time today. Except it started raining really hard, and we decided to do it next week. The heatwave finally broke, yay! And the cold drizzly weather made it tempting to go running myself (*SHOCKED*! It's PodPooh!), but ugh. I'm all kinds of sore right now, and the cold is not helping. Gawd, it sucks to get old. Also, did not want to deal with traffic anymore. It took me half an hour to get home the other day; an hour to get home last night; and two freaking hours to get home today. Rain and major road construction do not go well together. Blech. Thank goodness tomorrow is a day off! Weeeeeeee!!!
But then I got home and found some silly notice about our parking lot being repaved at 7 AM (!!!!!!) tomorrow and Monday morning. No way I'm getting my ass out of bed that early on a day off just to move that car. Ya know, it's been awhile since I've parallel parked (yay for Jersey parking lots!), but dude... I totally rocked that last space out front. It was tiny, too. *pats self*
|| posted by Pooh at 7:34 PM ... ||
Weeeeeeeeee! No meeting! *bouncy bouncy* Someone wuvs me.
Now how to slack off what to do?
|| posted by Pooh at 4:09 PM ... ||
Waiting for my tongue to warm up...
So I'll just check my (and then maybe everyone else's later) horoscope: There's a big warm hug en route -- but it may happen over the phone or online, instead of in person. No matter how it transpires, hug back. You know you want to.
Awwwwwwwwwwwww! Pooh needs it, too.
1. She had no a/c last night and could not sleep.
2. She ran into two major accidents at two consecutive exits on the highway on her way to work.
3. She dropped her phone in the parking lot (it's still working... I think) because some dumbass came up from behind and scared the crap out of her.
4. Stain results from yesterday's experiment came out crappy, crappy, and even crappier.
5. She has nothing to look forward to today except for being extra productive with testing, busting her ass to finish data analysis before 3, and that mindnumbing tech meeting later.
*sniffle* Is it lunchtime yet?
|| posted by Pooh at 11:10 AM ... ||
Ooooommmmmm...
*concentrates*
*mutters* break stupid heatwave break already dammit
The downstairs neighbors are taunting me with their a/c. I need one, darnit. 'Cuz the bad sweaty is no fun. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 1:19 AM ... ||
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
YAY! Woohoo! *does happy Pooh dance* Love the new me! Yesterday on my day off, I got off my butt, busted out those pilates tapes, and actually did some of them. Then I got off my butt again, drove to campus, and walked for over half an hour. Weeee!
Knowing me... the first day I'm always super pumped, and then the next day, not so much. It was 90 degrees today. Dude, that's fucking hot, and was enough reason to put off doing anything today. And then I got out of work late, which just added to the excuses reasons not to do any exercising. And THEN I had to sit in an hour and a half of traffic, which made me really hate the idea of getting all hot and sweaty this evening. But!!! I did! Yay! I decided I wasn't going to give up on Day 2 of the NewHealthyPooh. Too late to do any more of the tapes, but I did get my butt back into the car, drive to the campus, and... AND... I actually ran. On the hottest day of the year! Yup. Girl Scout's honor.
Which leads me to this bit of analysis: Running is unfair. I've got short legs, so it takes me twice as many steps to go as far as a taller person. THAT is unfair. So I should get the benefits of doing twice as much work as that other person, but don't. THAT is very unfair. And the track wasn't a regular track but one of those sandy, pebbly ones, which means more work for me, and yet... nothing magically happened, as it should have. *nods again* :P But I guess I'll just have to accept the unfairness of it all. After all, it's enough that I'm actually doing it, right? Otherwise I'd just end up a fat little slob and would hate myself forever and eva and if I didn't love myself, then who would? *nods again* *pats self on back*
So in my first day of running in... forever... I managed only 2/3 of a mile. That last lap was... oh god, there was just no way. But I did walk for a mile afterwards. Woohoo! Go Pooh. I finally broke that second day curse! Of course, that doesn't mean that I won't find a way to stop tomorrow, but J's making me go to the gym with her after work, so I'll just have to find a way to stop on the 4th day. *nods again* LOL
|| posted by Pooh at 9:04 PM ... ||
Why is work so yawn-inducing?
Why can't they just figure out WHAT their project/device is so I can do some real testing instead of just testing out Yahoo games?
Bleh.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:50 PM ... ||
Sitting in lab.
Waiting for tongue.
Just your typical PoohWednesday.
ETA:
My horoscope for today: Hopefully, you've rolled over all those unused minutes, because if you haven't, you'll definitely be wishing for them now. It's a chatty kind of day -- of the long-distance variety.
Dude. Seriously. What is up with all the chatting lately? LOL (Unless, it's the Kief. Then we can talk for hours. *nods*)
|| posted by Pooh at 10:17 AM ... ||
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
*SOBS* Friend called me again... this time to ask about the wedding. Now I can't get him off the phone. Whyyyyyyyyyy!
LMAO. I'm just kidding. I love talking on the phone.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:58 PM ... ||
I am such a bum.
But that's all going to change. Starting right....
now.
That is all.
(Okay, not really right now since I'm typing and stuff and it would be impossible for me to start being productive if I'm blogging and ya know what... shutting up now...)
|| posted by Pooh at 3:25 PM ... ||
Still up, so might as well give a brief account of what happened in Philly. I know how you guys love hearing about that stuff. LOL
Got to work by 7am. Waited for boss to show up since none of us wanted to drive. We were very excited to go since all Philly testing had been put on hold due to... issues. And ya know what? Just like riding a bike. Sorta. We were doing a slightly different protocol this time, while training one of the newest interns (who also happened to be one of my students when I was still a TA). For those of you who joke about me dissecting people... well... the newest protocol would have anyone - man or woman - crossing their legs and cringing. At least that's what WE (all females except Boss, who voluntered to do the... um... spiking?) kept doing during the procedure. Can't get into much details, but it involved creating increasing size holes through the tissue cavity and testing to see the lower boundary that our pressure system would still work. 2 to 8mm holes. Rammed in there. None of us wanted to do it. We were all feeling sympathy pains. And every time one of our homemade "spikes" went in... *cringe wince squirm squeak* We were sooo feeling it, but you really had to be there to get the full effect. Heh. It got even worse when we switched over to the "cookie cutter" test procedure. Yikes. So now you know why I volunteered for clean-up duty this week. There was no way I was able to face that on only 4 hours of sleep and a small breakfast (didn't get to eat lunch until 4pm *starve starve*) Hmm... I hope no one's eating as they read this...
Then on the way back, the new intern and I fell asleep in the back of the car. I kept jerking myself awake, which is not fun. Especially since J was sitting in the front with the Boss and laughing her ass off at us. Then the new intern, T, started giggling in her sleep... and the Boss was on his cell, talking to his wife about dinner, and T misheard through her sleep-fogged brain and thought he was inviting us to dinner. lmao. Yeah... never done that before. LOL.
*sigh* No chance to hang out with Trix today. And probably not on Mondays from now on since the Boss has decided that at least one "boss" needs to come with us every week, just in case issues, like the one that kept us away for over a month, resurface. Bleh. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 1:54 AM ... ||
Yikes. Jen finally emailed me back. Silly girl forgot to take her lappie on vacation with her last week. So now... LA trip is back on... sorta. Just gotta pick the alternate weekend, anytime between the originally scheduled date and July. Oh boy. She sounded serious, too.
Hmm... how else can I screw this up? LMAO. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 12:57 AM ... ||
Monday, June 07, 2004
I think I'm finally back to very normal sleep patterns, because it's 6am and I'm dying to go back to bed. All it took was a painful, but highly amusing, Sunday wedding, and the need to go down to Philly. Note to self: Don't drink so much on Sunday right before an early Philly trip. Another note to self: It's okay to sleep in Boss's car on way down to Philly; just remember not to snore. *nods*
|| posted by Pooh at 6:26 AM ... ||
Mmmm. I smell good today. Yeah, okay, I may still be a bit woozy right now. LMFAO.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:36 AM ... ||
Sunday, June 06, 2004
Where to start...?
Ended up running kinda late this afternoon while trying to get ready for the wedding. Roomie pissed me off by being a Guy - you know, shower for five minutes, get dressed and ready to go while I was still trying to slip into my dress, put on those stoopid shoes, and do my sexy messy hair-do... so just ended up screwing it and rushing out the door. Which is hard to do when you're in heels. Blech.
The church is part of the university, so it's free for any university-affiliated people as long as you're okay with time limits and doing everything yourself. There was a wedding right before ours and everyone was dressed up which made me feel better. And then we were allowed into the church and... half the people were wearing crap. Dude. If I had known... sheesh. "Free" meant that the groom, friend W, and his friends had to come early to set up all the aisle decorations, etc. Finally wedding started and we zipped through that. As far as weddings go, it was pretty standard. EXCEPT for the bastard photographers. There were three of them and a videographer. Roomie, two other guys from our lab and I sat in the fifth row, and all we could see were the photographers. Those guys were camped out in the aisle and all over the altar. It got to the point where we couldn't even bother trying to take our own pics and started wondering exactly who was getting married - M/W or the three photographers. Good photographers take their pics and move out of the way. When they did the exchange of rings, all three were standing inches from the couple, with their cameras and flashes up in the reverend's face. Then the videographer had to join in. Umm... they all had hella expensive professional cameras. Don't those things allow for hella expensive kickass telephoto zoom lenses? Just wondering.
After the ceremony, we had pictures on the front steps of the church. Got to ooh and ahh over friend M's gown. We took a lab pic with the happy couple. And then we booked it to the restaurant for cocktails. We were one of the first ones to get there, and as soon as we heard the magic words, "open bar," headed straight there. Only no one was working the bar, so we went back to our table for a little bit. Of course, we were not deterred and tried again a few minutes later, and decided to hell with it and sat our asses down to wait. Well, okay, I sat my ass down because dude, heels kill. Bartender finally showed up, which may have been good or not, seeing how he wasn't sure how to make half the drinks I asked for. Blech. Unfortunately, my skills include drinking and not actually making drinks, so I had to settle for my old standby. Later on, more people came and settled around the bar... and for some reason, about two-thirds of them, men and women, kept ordering pina coladas. Huh. We couldn't figure that out at all. And then some guy wanted a Shirley Temple, only made with water because his wife didn't like the fizz. Again... huh? People are messed up - especially those who send paranoid defensive text messages and try to jinx me. Pfft.
Cocktails lasted for over an hour, where I managed to drink two whiskey sours. Since finger foods were pretty much pffft at that time and I had only had two pieces of toast all day... I got that nice tingly feel. LOL. And then I managed to grab a cosmo right before we returned to our seats. Our table in the back was pretty much just people from my lab and my advisor. By the time dinner was served, I was feeling a bit sleepy from the liquor. I blame the bartender, of course. Instead of a shiny martini glass, he put my cosmo in a really tall glass cuz he liked me. Heh. And then the couple popped the champagne and everyone got a glass... which I needed refilled by the time the lovely couple came around to take pics with each table. I felt like such a lush, but seriously, what else is there to do at a wedding? Not like there was anyone good to talk to or flirt with. IMO, Chinese weddings aren't exactly great places for socializing with strangers outside your table. And anyway, only about 80-something of the expected 100 or so showed up for the ceremony and a little less showed up for the reception. That meant a depleted man pool. *snert* Also, this wedding sucked because of the people who actually showed up, half were family members (either old or little children), more than a quarter were childhood/school friends of the couple (all hooked up), and the other quarter were... us. If there were any obviously single men there (other than the lame lab guys), I didn't see/meet any. There were two other people at our table that we didn't know. The guy was way too short, but okay, I guess. And the girl who came with him... we didn't know what to think because she looked... Roomie thought she was 10; I was more generous and said maybe 12, but it turned out she was actually the guy's wife. Advisor said she was probably 24, which doesn't make me feel any better, especially when one of the lab friends said that women coming over from China tend to look a lot younger than their age unlike Asian women from the States who don't... and then he gestured to me. Bastard. Roomie thought it was hilarious, that the friend would have the guts to even suggest I looked older than I really was. And the advisor was nice enough to disagree saying that I looked like I was in my 20s, which you know... DOESN'T HELP as I AM in my 20s. Pffft. Men. And that's when I considered wobbling back to the bar for another drink.
Now, for what you all were waiting for... There was some lady who was either the wedding planner or the MC of the evening. Anyway, she sucked. She asked all the single women to go to the front. (*insert cajoling from friends and even the advisor who kept urging me to go and volunteered to take the pics for me*) So, having nothing better to do, and still rather tipsy, I made my way through the close-packed tables with minimal wobbling. Hell, I'm pretty sure I was even walking in a straight line. Go me! Of course, when I got there, I wished I hadn't because the only other people there were this little boy (I'm guessing 7 years old), three girls (sisters, ages ranging from elementary school to early high school, but that's probably stretching it), and... me. ME! The only fucking "older" person there. Duuuuuuuude. DRINKS! I NEEDSSSSSSS DRINKS! I can't believe all those other single women there (and I'm SURE there were some... I hope) lied and didn't bother to go up. Bitcas! And OF COURSE, it only got even more fucked up when the stupid frelled up crazy lady of a MC had M sit down and W de-garter her, while I'm trying to figure out what the hell is going on and trying to get their attention because they were soooo obviously doing it wrong, and I felt it was my duty to get them to, you know, fix it. Damn my analness for following the correct protocol. Hell, even if I were completely drunk, I'd know you don't send the single women up to catch the garter. WTF? But no one would listen, so they threw the garter (W's got a pretty weak throw, if I may say so myself), which ended up in one of the little girl's hands. And THEN someone else said they thought that maybe the garter was supposed to go to a Man, and since no Man was up there because they hadn't been asked to go up, the girl just gave it to her brother the little boy. OYYYY! And then, M just turned around and tossed the bouquet without any fanfare. Chick's my friend, but she's got just as weak a throw as her hubby. lmao. And since I had started backing away as soon as I saw them doing it wrong and wanted no part of it, I was nowhere near the tossed bouquet, which went to one of the little girls. *SHOCKED* And of course, that was the end of that, because when Chinese people who don't know the correct protocol try to incorporate Western traditions into their weddings, it gets fucked up and they always skip the garter thing, which in this case was a wise decision because otherwise, ewwwwwwwww. As I wobbled back to the table - without making a huge spectacle of myself, thank god - the advisor and friends complained that it was totally unfair and that they should have just given the bouquet to me. Eeeesh. So now, because some bastard jinxed me, some little girl is going to grow up and get married before me. LMFAO.
Then there was the Longest Slide Show Known To All Human, Man, And Alien-Kind... which was played twice, because the first time the music got screwed up and didn't match with the geeked out powerpoint show. And M, god bless her, such a lovely lovely lovely friend, had to restart it because she's a control freak like that and also because she spent so much time picking out all the pics that she wanted to get it right. LOL. *drink drink* But I'm glad they did play it twice, because it made me realize: oh shit, when I get married and someone wants to show one of these crappy slideshows for us, I'm going to have like no pics at all. So then I promised myself to get more pics of myself, but you know... still a bit tipsy, though sobering, so that promise was null and void by the time dessert was served.
Then there was the "fun part." If anyone's seen the movie The Wedding Banquet (great movie, btw), they'll know all about the games Chinese people play at wedding receptions. Only one of the two family weddings I've gone to have actually played any games, but they were all pretty tame. *yawn* I was expecting more from this one, but I guess because the guest list skewed older, the "games" turned out to be one, and it was still pretty damn lame. *more drinks please? no? okay, gimme some tea* M did change her clothes once, which was rather disappointing as usually wedding banquets feature at least two clothes changes.
Then there was the cake-cutting... which none of us could see because of THOSE DAMN BASTARD PHOTOGRAPHERS!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY were there three of them anyway? The wedding party had the cake set up on this little stage so theoretically, we should have all been able to see them on their raised platform. But NOOOOOO, because each one of those STUPID FUCKING PHOTOGRAPHERS grabbed a chair and stood on them right in front of the cake and BLOCKED EVERYONE'S VIEW. So yeah, they'll have really great photos, but the audience participation/experience was pretty lacking. Blech. The cake was pretty good, though. Six appetizers, eight main dishes not including soup, and two desserts later... we were finally out of there. Thank goodness, because we felt like we had been eating all day long and couldn't take any more.
So who's next? I wanna go to a fun wedding. No more lame ones anymore. *sigh*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:04 PM ... ||
Just got back. 3 to 9. That's a six hour wedding, dude. Weddings shouldn't take that long. *sigh*
Must take shower and destress, then will come back and blog all about my passive pantyline. Ewwww. LMAO. I'm just kidding....
|| posted by Pooh at 9:23 PM ... ||
Blech. Running late.
Wedding and pics 3-4.
Cocktails at 4.
Dinner at 5.
Will see y'all in a few hours. Ugggghhhhhh.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:09 PM ... ||
Yay. Friend called today to ask about the China trip and to mention that since he's now a kept man, he wasn't going to make it to our friend's wedding because he's in Texas with the sugarmomma wife. Haven't spoken to him in ages, which sucks since he used to be my lab buddy. Now, I remember him being quite talkative, but really... what is it about guys on the phone? They get all chatty and you just can't shut them up. Or boot them off the phone. Well, I'd feel guilty since friend was making me laugh at the time, so booting would have been rude. But still! Talk talk talk talk talk. Sheesh. LOL
Have definitely settled on a dress. Roomie added his opinion in the survey. lmao. Now the problem is I have too many shoes to choose from. I'm starting to love the stilettos, but thinking I'm probably not going to wear them. Steph, we'll have to do something super fun for the NYC trip so I can bust them out, or else I'll never get to wear them. :( Been breaking them in all night, just for fun. Not sure if the neighbors downstairs are having fun, though. lol. Also have come to the conclusion that stilettos are absolutely no fun when there is no cute guy to catch you when you wobble. Well, me, anyway, because I almost landed on my ass awhile ago. And yet, still having fun. Hmm... maybe I'll wear them to bed. LMAO. Not.
Am sad to report that the Poohster will not be getting drunk at the reception, unless she drinks fast and early. Philly on Monday. That means getting to work by 7am. AND the boss is coming with, so a hangover is probably not a good idea. Blech. Who the heck has a wedding on a Sunday, anyway? How inconsiderate. Hrmph.
ETA: Have I mentioned how much I love my new Grumpy t-shirt? It's so cute. Squee.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:44 AM ... ||
Saturday, June 05, 2004
Rowr me!
I am so rocking the dream analysis today. Just ask One. Now... if only I could actually get my ass to bed and have some dreams of my own. LOL
|| posted by Pooh at 5:11 AM ... ||
Friday, June 04, 2004
Ewww.
My Starbucks iced mocha tastes like crap. 90% sugar and 10% mocha. Ick.
Double ewww.
Some skeevy guy in the building across from mine, standing on his porch with two friends, just called out hello to me as I walked towards my building. Not in the chirpy, friendly, neighborly "hi" kind of way, but in the squicky "hello, nurse" kind of way. Only skeevier. 'Cuz the guy? SKEEVY. And obviously bored. Ick.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:01 PM ... ||
Weeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Or maybe it's more of a... GRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
Hey! I just had a Rabbit moment! I mean, it sucks big time, but it also makes me all sappy for the Wabbits. *sniffle*
Roomie had two girls over for dinner. Yeah, yeah, nothing going on there, so don't get excited thinking I'd have fun stuff to blog and rant and snark about now. I gave him a look, and he gave me a firm shake of the head. Sigh. He's boring, and needs to learn to amuse me. Anyway... they just left for the city, but awhile ago, one of the girls used my bathroom. I know this because she was having a hell of a time closing the door - ya gotta let go of the knob and give it a final push for the door to click shut. Besides, she was making a ruckus in there.
Now, I don't mind people using the bathroom if they keep it clean. What am I going to do, forbid them? But I do mind when more than an hour later, after they've all left and I decide to get ready for bed... I enter the bathroom to find the empty TP roll, with just a tiny bit of TP dangling from it, mocking me. (I'm down to my last roll. Someone remind me to get some more?)
There's a couple of things I don't get that could possibly drive me nuts.
1. Roomie and friends are a few years older than me. I know it's touch and go with me sometimes, but they're obviously adults. Wouldn't the adult thing to do be... oh, I don't know... to NOT leave the empty roll there?
2. The girl was a guest. Doesn't matter who she's friends with or related to or whatever. If you're going to use up someone's TP (or anything else, for that matter), shouldn't you say something? My door is right next to the bathroom. She could have told me or asked where the extra rolls were. Heck, she could have told the Roomie, who could have easily knocked on my door to inform me. But, nope... nothing.
3. There was enough left on that roll to last me through at least the weekend. What the heck did she... umm... nevermind.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:12 AM ... ||
Yay! The dress situation is almost figured out. Hmm. Still need shoes, and you know, things that make dresses less see-through. LOL. And dammit! Mentioned the wedding I had to go to this Sunday and friend at work said he'd go with me if I needed a date. Sheesh. He could have told me this years ago. Not that I would have taken him up on the offer... I don't think...
Very odd thing at work today. VW lurves me! lmfao Back at work for two days and the first time I run into him this week... He's the only one who even noticed that I got my hair cut. Umm...
Finally got Thing1's pics, but they're all out of order. Blech.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:38 AM ... ||
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Ack! FINALLY.
I've been trying to send a very important, very urgent email to friend all freaking night, and it only went through this morning because her mailbox was full. Don't you hate that? People should be checking their email constantly on the off-chance I'm going to send them email. *nods*
Hmm. It's kind of bad when it's only 9am and I'm already asking if it's lunch yet, isn't it? Not that I'm hungry, just that I'm bored already and the really fun stuff doesn't happen until 3pm when we have our tech meeting. *sigh* Everyone, wake up and entertain me!
|| posted by Pooh at 9:03 AM ... ||
It's a conspiracy! The bed, the pillow, the comforter, the rain outside... they're all in on it. Bastards. Well, guess who gets the last laugh? Me. That's right. Because I get to sleep in tomorrow. Yay! Except not, because I forgot I still need to get stinky shoes and a cutesy bag for Sunday. Ugh.
Loved having Thing2 call me at 6am. Loved it even more when she started the convo with: "Hey, are you awake?" aaaaargh.
But ah. Nothing like a three-way before work. Mmm. Wakes me right up. lmfao. That joke's never going to stop amusing me....
|| posted by Pooh at 7:33 AM ... ||
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Phew. Back home. Finally. Now no more fielding the two most popular questions directed at me today:
1. You've got a glow to you. Like you got some color. Were you in the sun?
(For the record, I DO go in the sun. A lot! I just have... um, naturally pale skin. Yeah, that's it. Besides, it's not like I was ghostly pale. Pffft. And Hrmph!)
2. So did you find a husband? (This, from many many many people.)
(I told 4 people I was going to China and, jokingly, that I was off to find a husband. Two of them were my bosses. Yet, today, everyone I know - people who I didn't even tell I was going on vacation - asked me this question. Is nothing a secret in a workplace? Sheesh.)
Oh wow. Didn't realize it was June already. Yikes. In some sad news (for the Kief/Pooh lurvefest), the LA trip may be in jeopardy. It was sooooo not... yeah, okay, it was partly my fault, and by partly, I mean, almost all my fault (mostly because the brain was nonexistent the past 2 week). Except the part where Jen comes back from vacation and kicks my ass, 'cuz that'll just be her fault then. Gee, I hope the Kief will forgive me, which he must since our lust is so pure and true. *nods*
And DAMMIT, Steph. Where are we on the NYC trip anyway? :(
|| posted by Pooh at 7:21 PM ... ||
Ahhh, Work. Exactly as I remember it -- how it sucketh.
Good to be back. NOT.
Internet is all wonky. Stoopid work.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:24 PM ... ||
Isn't it amazing how the more you need to get out of bed, the comfier it becomes?
It's a cruel, cruel world, people. *sob*
|| posted by Pooh at 7:13 AM ... ||
Oy. Methinks I should force my ass to bed right now. Not only do I need to wake up early, I also get welcomed back to work with A Really Important Meeting first thing in the morning. Yikes. Hmm, I think that's as good a reason as any to increase my soda and caffeine intake again (and I was doing so well, trying to cut down! *kicks Meetings*)
Just an update:
I've only got three more days of the trip left to log. So instead of forcing you guys to wait, here's a bunch of pics from Beijing. Most of the descriptions are... (close to) correct. The resolution for a lot of the pics came out crappy. Oh well.
Oh, and I think I'm almost completely out of my funk from last week... but we'll see. Still got the wedding and more trips to stress over. :)
ETA: Now, when I said I'd "force my ass into bed"... I did mean right now, didn't I? Okay, just checking, because said ass is misbehaving right now.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:37 AM ... ||
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Oooh! A tornado went through Jersey today. Yikes.
ETA:
EEP! Just flipping channels and turned to a Kiefer movie. On Lifetime! LMAO. And wouldn't you know my luck? I flipped to it just as he was nekkid in bed and uttered the magic words: "You're everything I want... You're an addiction." Rowr!
|| posted by Pooh at 10:04 PM ... ||
Hee! Just had a late lunch with the friend. Haven't seen her in forever so she wanted to know all about my dating adventures in China. Met up with a guy I haven't talked to in almost a year. Love meeting up with friends I haven't seen in forever. I was declared to look really fit (I'm sure it had to do with the Great Wall climb/crawl) and healthy and thinner. lmfao. *huggles self* But I already knew how wonderful and gorgeous I was already, so... whatever. :P :P :P
Also, was told that the single men expected at Sunday's wedding are probably ones I don't want. But, I'm supposed to dress up and look pretty. Just in case. Something about maybe no potential hubbies, but how I could practice with a one night stand first. LOL.
Friends crack me up.
PS Am busy pulling some Beijing photos together for you guys.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:23 PM ... ||
Mmmm... drinking my (nasty) tea... working on the travel-log.