Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Does anyone know a good accountant? Hmmm. Was told my internship will be terminated (such a nasty word, ick) either this week or next. J and I are being asked back as "consultants" so now we're basically self-employed and responsible for figuring out how to do our own taxes, which I'm told must be done... quarterly? Ugh. Pooh's going to be poor the next few months, but it doesn't matter because she's sooooooo getting her ass out of here at the end of December. *nods* Thank god all the vaca plane tickets are paid for - no twitchies and no regrets now.
And the presentation review went well. Boss checked all the slides and okayed them. I did especially well. Not too many changes to make before Thursday. I think the trick is to have a lot of graphs. Heh. J's not letting me wing it. We're having a Presentation Practice Party after work tomorrow. Hopefully, there'll be more party and less practice. (Kind of like the Resume Party we're planning to have after the LA trip.) Now.... excuse me, but I need to find nice professional clothes to wear on Thursday....
|| posted by Pooh at 6:30 PM ... ||
Powerpoint sucks. SUCKS. So does Excel, but we all knew that. You'd think that just because they're both made by Microsoft that they would... oh, I don't know... be compatible and really easy to use together? Well, you'd be WRONG! Fucking PPT kept crashing on me every time I tried to put my graphs in. Oh, some of them worked fine, but others... Fucking temperamental @#$#$%$%^%^&%$^@#$@. Poor Harold got the brunt of my rage last night. Must remember to make it up to him.
Thank god I've gotten into the habit of setting the alarm on the cell. Almost woke up late for my errands because the power went out last night. Blech. Stupid thunderstorms.
This morning I made my third pact. J and I have decided to ditch the bike rides and concentrate on a new, more important project - getting me out of NB and getting her out of Newark. We're going to harrass each other until it's done. I got the undergrad secretary (I've already outlived two grad secretaries, although to be fair, neither stayed long because of the asshole director) promising to call me and yell at me if she doesn't see me there on my days off from work. She's a hoot, and actually, I'm a bit scared because she'll do it, too. And I've got another friend promising to come over and drag my ass out of bed every Tuesday and Friday, and smack me around if I don't get out of NB by the end of December. Umm... okay, maybe more like January. Mid-January. Yeah. That's it.
Ugh. Off to play with more PPT.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:41 AM ... ||
Monday, August 30, 2004
Okay. Here's the deal. My initial presentation review with the boss got pushed back until 1PM tomorrow. But I have to do all my day off errands before going into work for that, so that means the PPT slides need to be (roughly) finished by tonight. So if any of you see me online messing around (because I will be online anyway and you can't stop me), please SMAP me. Except during legitimate break times, which will come often and last for awhile... so maybe not quite so many SMAPs. la la la...
|| posted by Pooh at 5:19 PM ... ||
Brain fart! Mental block! Neuron necrosis! Motor units failing to respond to defective synaptic messages!
Seriously. I'm so unmotivated right now, I'm incapacitated.
Boss is asking to see a rough draft of presentation before the end of the day. Umm... rough draft? What's that?
And what exactly does "rough" constitute?
|| posted by Pooh at 2:32 PM ... ||
*horrified scream*
*bangs head*
I don't believe it. I left 20 minutes late, dammit. (RoomieBitch was hogging the bathroom, doing god knows what for 10 minutes in silence - *cough* - and for the life of me, I don't know HOW she flushes the toilet without making any sound... but that'll all be discussed in a later blog entry all about witchcraft) I left 20 minutes late and still managed to arrive at work 20 minutes EARLIER than I usually do because for some odd reason, it only took me 15 of the 30-odd minutes to get to work today. WTF. The laws of time, space and commuting must be warped today. It's the only possible explanation. Then again, I got here 20 minutes early and there were less free spaces in the parking lot than there usually are when I get here 20 minutes late. Someone explain that to me. Hrmph.
Hmm.... now might be a good time to think about perparing my presentation...
|| posted by Pooh at 8:49 AM ... ||
Argggghhhhhh. Eye twitch!!!! Goddamn.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:36 AM ... ||
Sunday, August 29, 2004
Ick.
Accompanied Thing2 to Best Buy so she could buy a TV for her room. Ended up not getting one because she's so much smrter than I am and doesn't waste her time on useless things like TV. Heh. On our way out of the store, two skeevy guys in a lowrider drove by us in the parking lot. I didn't hear what they were yelling but Thing2 got squicked. Apparently, they were yelling "sex-ay, sex-ay." Ewwww. I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans so I totally blame the skanky sister.
You know, now that I think about it, that particular Best Buy has given me nothing but trouble. Blech.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:01 PM ... ||
ohgod
My caffeine (mmmmm) and sandwich (yummm) run ended up with the most horrifying sight. Ever. Came home to the RoomieBitch messing around in the bathroom again AND to the Roomie washing dishes in the kitchen. Shirtless. Wearing nothing but boxers. I said hi, but thankfully he didn't hear me because if he had, I would have been forced to stand there awkwardly and have a conversation with him. I like the Roomie as a person and all, but the man is no Kief. Heck, he isn't even a Vaughn, and you all know how I feel about Vaughn's nekkid body. *pours some Baileys into caffeine*
Speaking of roomies... shouldn't there be a rule for Sundays (or any other day when people are at home)? Especially if you're a guest who's taken over someone else's living room? A rule that you can't sleep past a certain hour of the day? There's really no separation between the kitchen and the living room, and you know how early I normally wake up, even on a Sunday. I don't like feeling guilty about making breakfast noises in my own kitchen, weekend or not. I don't like feeling guilty about walking across squeaky hardwood floors. And I don't like feeling guilty about not taking the loud squeaky steps down to the front door at a rate of two inches per minute to minimize squeakage whenever I want to go out. Surely after 2PM, the living room should stop being designated as a makeshift bedroom... shouldn't it?
|| posted by Pooh at 3:07 PM ... ||
Saturday, August 28, 2004
Oy. Headache this morning. Thing2 was the only one in her apartment last night so I helped her settle in and then spent some quality time with her to keep her from being alone. Spent the night there, too, but only because there was a/c. And when we woke up and looked out her window, which looks out on the parking lot... Oh, shit, Freshman move-in day! So we had to bust on out of there before we could get stuck there for the rest of the day. Luckily, it was still too early for the mass migration of Freshmen. I have nothing against all those freshmen, but FreshmanParents? UGHHHH. I really don't see why they think it's absolutely necessary to stop right in the middle of single lane roads, hold up traffic, and gesture for one of the helpers to walk over to give directions or to explain the theory of relativity (sure seemed like it took that long for THREE of those freaking minivan moms). Dammit. That's what shoulders are for! Pull the frell over and do it. Besides, some of those parents were so anxious and anal, you'd think they would have had the entire campus map memorized prior to getting there.
After the movie last night (kind of funny how the majority of my Asian friends are just like Harold and Kumar, except maybe with less obsessing over the pot), we considered getting some Sliders, but umm... yeah, we weren't drunk and were way too sane to subject our bodies to that. Instead, we stopped by the famous Rutgers grease trucks. Thing2 got the Fat Bitch, and I ordered the Fat Darrell and finally got to see what the big deal was all about. Oh man. I think my arteries clogged just looking at the thing. I may have to exercise more than once a week to get that thing out of my system. *sigh*
|| posted by Pooh at 12:21 PM ... ||
Am hanging out with Thing2 for the night. Just went to see Harold and Kumar. Ridiculous stuff, but hilarious, too. Especially since we were watching it in the New Brunswick cineplex at the time. Too bad Harold and Kumar didn't know about the White Castle in Piscataway.
Hmmm... are we hungry right now?
|| posted by Pooh at 2:06 AM ... ||
Friday, August 27, 2004
Good morning!
*does a little dance*
I am sooooooooooooo glad I finished up that report last night. Got a call from J this morning about the boss wanting that report before noon today. They're sending the batch to two of our vendors. Umm... I just hope they all realize that I finished that report at 2AM and umm... it's still pretty much a rough draft. Oops.
Hmmm. There is now Old Spice deodorant littering my bathroom counter. (Not to mention a couple of strands of hair. Again.) It's not often you find a woman who uses that.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:22 AM ... ||
Woohooo. Just finished my third report (fourth if you count the new protocol I wrote up). I don't know what's gotten into me. It took me almost three weeks to finish the first report and now I'm just zipping through them. Scary. Must remember: the sooner I document everything I know, the sooner they can boot my ass. *shudder*
|| posted by Pooh at 1:59 AM ... ||
Thursday, August 26, 2004
Home again, home again, jiggity jig.
:(
Was told right before leaving work that the presentation(s) J and I will be giving is a must-see event. Many have accepted the invitation. MANY. So "no pressure." See... offering food during a presentation is a double-edged sword. It's GREAT when you get to sit there, munching away, and pretending to pay attention to some stupid intern blabber about what they've been doing (supposedly) the entire time they've been there. It SUCKS when you're the one doing the presenting. Ugh. And then the boss looked at me and told me I should probably cut back on my presentation since I've been around so long and have participated on so many projects. Umm... yeah... I guess I'll strike twenty of my nonexistent Powerpoint slides... Ugh. Crap. I haven't given a presentation in forever. How does it go again?
So from now until next Thursday, you all need to be nice to me. (NICE! Y'hear?) *nods*
|| posted by Pooh at 7:15 PM ... ||
Why did I get out of bed this morning? WHY? Nothing has gone right since right before lunch. It's been a comedy of errors, except I want to crawl in bed and cry.
Giggly? Not so much. :(
Am stuck at work. BUT just made myself happy and twitchy at the same time by completing my Puerto Rico ticket purchase. Phew. *twitch twitch* Must look for stupid swimsuit now. Bleh.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:51 PM ... ||
Ahhh. Feeling much better now. Giggly even.
What the heck did they put in my eggs?
|| posted by Pooh at 10:27 AM ... ||
This morning I skirted that other line - the one where Pooh gets all cranky.
I'm all about the his and her sinks, and if at all possible, separate bathrooms. Today was supposed to be an early work day, but I was over half an hour late for work. Alarm was set. I took five extra minutes. Five puny extra minutes. FIVE! Girl, who's sleeping in the livingroom, got into the bathroom a split second before I could walk the yard between the bedroom and the bathroom. Girl usually showers at night, BUT the one day I need to get my ass to work extra early? Girl decides to take a half hour shower. HALF HOUR! *mutters expletives unsuitable for this family-oriented blog* So of course, I get my ass back in bed, because hey, I'm all about taking advantage of extra nap time and had absolutely no clue she'd be so long. Well, she finished, left the bathroom, and before I could get my ass in there, took it over again to do all the girlie girl stuff that takes some girls forever to do. When she finally finished and I could drag my late ass into the bathroom, Girl skipped right out the apartment without even acknowledging me. Or maybe she was scared of the pooface I was trying not to show. Sadly, I am like an open book. Grr.
It's a good thing she left so quickly, too. Bathroom door was shut for maximum icky steamy stewing inside. Why why why why why do people do that, I have no clue. The steam and vapor doesn't go away unless there's ventilation, even just a little bit, and she had shut the window, too. So of course, I had to go in there and rush to get ready for work. And of course, she had left hairs all over the sink and counter and left the counter veryveryveryvery wet. Gross. *takes a minute to decompress* For a Girl who got the supersized liquid soap and likes to wash her hands fifty times a day, Girl is pretty damn dirty. The floor was all wet from her shower, too. I guess keeping the water IN the tub takes an engineer. (I mentioned she's a theater major, right? Right.) And for some reason, I just couldn't get rid of the condensation on the mirror, much like my mission to get rid of the Girl. Bleh. Leaving the door open didn't help that much, and by that time, I was beyond caring because, hello... LATE for work. Okay, only about 40 minutes late, which wasn't too much of a biggie since it was more of a personal schedule set with J to do our testing, but still... GRRRR.
Five more days until the end of August. I cannot wait.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:46 AM ... ||
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
Has anyone watched Things I Hate About You on Bravo? I just caught an episode, and dude... that show kills me. Sometimes, it's good to be single. LMAO.
But it's okay. The Kief and/or AMH and Pooh are meant to be so I don't need to worry about that annoying stuff. Hee. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 8:43 PM ... ||
Have made the initial reservation for Puerto Rico tickets, but have yet to actually purchase them. Am twitching. A LOT. Wish I knew why plane tickets always make me do that. :(
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LMAO. The Republican Convention is coming! Woohoo! The local news likes to go through the list of entertainment and shows that have been discounted in anticipation of it. And today, one of the shows has been taken off the list because the Republican National Committee does not think that "male nudity, dancing, and singing are appropriate." Those fuddy duddies! I'm sorry. That just cmsu.
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And the most important part of this entry, which may be applicable to those special few:
Answer: (To be answered at Brunch.)
Question: How do I keep getting myself into these things?
|| posted by Pooh at 6:04 PM ... ||
You know... do something nice and suddenly people get suspicious. Hrmph.
Haven't talked to Thing1 in over two weeks. Heard she's been under the weather and feeling meh and stuff with life and job. She does some customer/technical support for her company. In true Thing1 fashion, she usually leaves her phone turned down really low during the day so she can ignore them (heh). But every morning, she already has a bunch of messages waiting for her from annoying people asking about this and that. So I thought I'd be nice and leave her a happy morning message and to check up on her, because hey! if someone called me up and left me a happy message at work, I'd be happy, dammit. Even if only for a little bit.
Okay... this girl has absolutely no sentimental bone in her body. No happy marrow in her bones. AT ALL. Instead, she calls me back. First thing out of her mouth: What do you want.
Sheesh.
I want world peace and a cure for cancer. But obviously I'm not going to get that from her. Hrmph.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:22 AM ... ||
Isn't this supposed to be THE vacation week? Why are there so many cars on the road? And GRRRRR to the road construction near the school. They've been working to "extend" the major roads around here. Well, looks like they're halfway done. Which meant this morning I woke up to a new traffic pattern, not to mention actual NEW roads that hadn't existed a month ago. And my shortcut to get to the highway for work? Yeah... now it's THE way to get to the highway. Not only that, but they closed off one of the turning lanes which meant even more traffic. Ugh. I guess this means my long way is now my short way since no one is going that way anymore.
Okay, that last sentence just made me dizzy. I need breakfast and coffee stat.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:00 AM ... ||
headache
pain
@$##%^%^&&*%^%#$@!#%^&*()>.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:02 AM ... ||
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
Rowr! Dude, One! You need S3 of Dead Zone. NEED. If not just for the sexy that is AMH, but for the general principle that there is hope -- geeky geeks can be all sorts of rowr when they get older. Finally finished watching the season finale, and hubba hubba. Despite the slight chunkiness in his t-shirt and PJ bottoms... he's still all sorts of yummy. You just need to ignore the nose-flaring, forehead-creasing, two-emotion, chemistry-lacking Kate. (And I didn't even get into all the Walt and Bruce loving yet.)
Now am off to catch up on Stargate Atlantis.
Heh. I am being all sorts of productive today. *nods* And that report is... um... near completion. Yeah, that's it.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:17 PM ... ||
"Vaughn... I am sad for you.
BWAHAHAHAHA. Oh god. Except for all the laughing (I haven't laughed this hard in forever), I want the last hour back. I'm serious. I DEMAND the last hour of my life back. That'll teach me to catch up on missed Alias eps. Next time I'm this bored, I think I'll go clean the bathroom or something instead. Thank god I never had to watch this ep when it first ran. I'd probably be preparing the noose right now.
Instead, I think I'll just watch the Dead Zone eps I missed over the weekend. Mmmm, AMH. Grown-up sexy geeks rule.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:09 PM ... ||
There are two lines. The first line is THE line - the one where I get all cranky and bitchy and mean, where everything festering inside starts bubbling and boiling and spills over. The second line is just a few yards away from that. This is the "fuck it" line. It's not defeat, just... why bother, life's too short. I think I stepped over that line today.
I spend a few days away from the apartment and suddenly, people start taking over. First, I get home to find a strange car hogging my parking space. I have no clue if it's the girl's car because it's definitely not the Roomie's car. Someone is home, which I didn't know until they just skipped right into the shower a minute ago. Second, the living room has been rearranged. Girl had all her shit scattered all over the place, and now everything's been straightened, etc. The futon is also open and it's made. So I'm guessing the Roomie came home this weekend while I was gone. Third, Girl took over my bathroom. At least, I'm pretty sure it's her because there's crap all over the counter and towels all over the place. Plus, my container of disinfectant wipes was left open with one of the sheets halfway out of the container, where it can dry out and make itself useless. Dude, those things aren't cheap. So of course, this is something stupid that only this Girl would do.
I'm just... whatever now. One more week before the end of the month and she's either out of here or paying a third of the rent. I'm through with being a crank about this. From now on, everything is amusing and funny and hilarious. No more negativity. (*twitch*) For example, I think it's funny that this Girl has a HUGE container of soap in the bathroom. See, funny. I am, however, going to get that car towed if it's not the Girl's or the Roomie's. Gotta nip that in the bud pronto.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:44 PM ... ||
Monday, August 23, 2004
Okay, so someone explain this to me... My presentation at work got pushed back until the end of next week. So why did I bring all these reports home to work on tomorrow, my day off? Bleh to being all responsible and crap.
The PoohDad and PoohSibs are coming back from San Francisco tomorrow. They're taking the red-eye tonight, so guess who's the extra special lucky girl who gets to make the 6am airport run? Oh, yeah, baby. Rowr to me. See, this is what happens when I ask the PoohBro for a favor, when he picked me up after I took the red-eye back from L.A. forever ago. (You wanna return that favor pronto since he can be a snot about stuff like that.) And their flight arrives a half hour earlier than mine did! *grumble* Payback's a bitch, yo.
ETA:
Scrobbler should feel free to start working correctly anytime now. Every time I check that site, my song count drops by 100. What the frell.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:43 PM ... ||
Am very sad. Two of my favorite interns (to pick on) are leaving at the end of the week. Now who am I supposed to harass? The one new intern we got to replace him is... well, he looks kinda fragile, which sucks, 'cuz now that means I need to be all nice and stuff. :(
Never in my life have I actually wanted to stay in my lab. The usual sub-freezing temperature in here is just heavenly. The rest of the building is icky hot. The two hour staff meeting nearly killed me. *squirm squirm* And by the end of it, my head felt all light and woozy, like I had had a margarita IV drip the entire time. Mmmm, speaking of margaritas... dinner last night sucked, but damn that was a good margarita...
Owie. Going to go have my "hangover" now...
PS. For any of you keeping count, J's boy kills me. He is no longer just a piece of work, he is the masterpieces of all masterpieces. (This is why you need to confiscate that key, dammit. lmfao) Hopefully, in a week, my services (and drinks) will be NOT be needed once more.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:26 AM ... ||
It's all sorts of wrong when you wake up on a Monday morning and it's cold. Cold! In August! And all you have between you and the cold is a wonderfully thick comforter. I had to keep putting off the "getting out of bed" part of my morning. Five more minutes... ok, maybe five more... aw, man, I think I can squeeze in two more minutes... ok, really, one more minute and that's it... um, one more, but that's really it... crap....
And woohoo! Monday morning staff meeting! On the agenda: feedback from the interns. Hmm... to tell the truth or not...? lol
|| posted by Pooh at 9:12 AM ... ||
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Next time I get the urge to buy a new watch, I should probably just do it. Because my watch just died. Okay, it's been slowly dying for the past two days, but when it had the nerve to tell me it was only 12:30 when it's really closer to 9? Umm... yeah. I think it's time to change the battery. Unfortunately, I don't have any free time until Tuesday to get that taken care of, and I'm not sure I can survive without a watch. Not having one is like being totally nekkid in a room full of bosses, which I shouldn't have to be unless I'm getting a promotion out of it, ya know?
Ugh. *twitch twitch TWITCH*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:42 PM ... ||
Shit. Why do men suck? Show me a man who doesn't suck. Please? Because, seriously, where have all the nice men gone?
Am off to console J. Again. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 4:48 PM ... ||
WOOOOOOOOOT!
I did it. I broke the 10K chip count in poker. I am soooooooooooo ready for Vegas. *nods*
|| posted by Pooh at 4:45 PM ... ||
Thing2 called to tell me all about their tour of Alcatraz. Apparently, the morgue is pretty damn freaky, the place is tinier than it appeared in The Rock, and she blew $7 to bring a piece of it home with her. They're visiting family today, and supposedly, our distant cousin, who happens to collect old pistols, etc., is going to take them to the range. Umm.... yeah... Why didn't I go on this trip again? Hmm.
Oh right. Because there's only 2.5 weeks until Anaheim (shit, so soon?), 5 weeks until Vegas (must get appropriate skank clothes, just in case), and 12.5 weeks until Puerto Rico (damn, gotta get a swimsuit, sigh). Rowr, baby. Speaking of Vegas... think Jenai and I are mature enough to go see this show? Or maybe this one? Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:17 PM ... ||
Hee.
I just spent the morning (well, after I finally woke up) in the backyard with the PoohMom. She's determined to teach me tai-chi. Ugh. It's harder than it looks, and I suck at it. But really, I just wanted to play with the sword. Sadly, she wouldn't let me because I'm "not ready." *POUTS* I never get to do anything fun! /whines
Spending too much time with the PoohMom can be scary though. The woman can be just too adorable. (It's not too late for me to break the cycle, right?) Today's entry in the "omg, she didn't/she isn't! lmfao!" list of too cute things: the PoohMom and the squirrels have declared war on each other. Sometimes she leaves her potted plants outside for a few hours every morning... and then there are the flowers and other stuff she's planted outside. Well, the squirrels love to harass her by digging up all her soil, even in the pots. So there's nothing more ridiculous than seeing the PoohMom standing in the yard, fixing her soil, giving the squirrels dirty looks... and watching the squirrels give them right back. We've got some badass squirrels around here, dude. They know no fear.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:10 PM ... ||
Rowr and stuff to me.
Am THISCLOSE to breaking 10K at poker. *pats self on back* I think my good luck charm is the parents' computer. Hmmm. *gives Harold a dirty look*
|| posted by Pooh at 2:13 AM ... ||
Saturday, August 21, 2004
Such a relaxing weekend so far. Who knew house-sitting could be so... well, pretty much like any other weekend. LOL.
The PoohMom came home early, tonight instead of Monday. I finally have proof of the origin of my anti-social gene. According to the PoohCousin who called earlier to offer me her old Palm Pilot, the PoohMom decided to cut her "vaca" short because the PoohAunt is having a party tonight and PoohMom wanted none of that. Heh. Instead, she came home to spend quality alone time with the Pooh. Only... the PoohAunt had been teaching her how to do tai-chi. With a sword. With a sharp sword. And the PoohMom can't get enough of it. She loves it so much, she's busy practicing in the living room. Always a fun time. (Pooh is hiding in the other room with the computer. It's not always a good idea to be around PoohMom when she's playing with sharp things.)
Tonight, I treated myself to a bubble bath. It was decadent and blissful. And I'm not going to do it again for a very long time. I'm just way too impatient to wait for that tub to fill. Ugh. Showers are wonderful, efficient, lovely things.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:20 PM ... ||
Mwahahaha! Stoopid cd! Tis finally burned, baby. *kicks stoopid screwed up files*
*bangs head in shame* Now let us erase tonight's humiliating experience from memory. Bleccccch.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:18 AM ... ||
Friday, August 20, 2004
*deep breaths*
Well, I restarted my pilates routine today. But only because there's a/c here and it's soooooooooooo much easier to exercise when it's not 90F in the room you're doing it in. So... this should last... probably just this weekend. Heh.
I've also restarted the cardio workout. No wi-fi at the Poohrents means running up and down the stairs between the computer and the TV. Great workout. But it was worth it to see the Olympic porn hoyay swimming. And now... I am done. Phew.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:21 PM ... ||
ARGH!!!!
I swear, I'm smarter than this. Well, I THINK I am, anyway. But how do I explain wasting 10 stupid cds while trying to burn a bunch a files? For the life of me, I can't figure out wtf is going on. This is very perplexing. Dammit.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:36 PM ... ||
Isn't it sad to think that a huge chunk of your adult life is spent in a car just sitting in traffic? Grrrrrr.
The PoohParents and all the PoohAmoeba are out of town this weekend. Par-tay! at Pooh's. (Only wish the Poohrents had wifi. Sigh.)
|| posted by Pooh at 3:40 PM ... ||
I'm thinking listening to bouncy music at 1 AM is probably not a good idea. Especially when it involves stoopid dancing around the room. Sober, too!
Am in odd mood. Luckily I have no one to blame but myself. And yay for no work on Fridays so I can sleep it off. Hee.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:53 AM ... ||
Thursday, August 19, 2004
Duuuuuude.
This chick? Is about to die.
1. She's taken to clogging up the tub. It doesn't matter how much Drano I pour down the pipes, there's always a good half a foot of nasty water left in the tub after she showers. I know. Even waiting a half hour after she's finished, it's still disgusting.
2. She came home tonight and I heard her using the rice cooker again. The pot has been sitting on my dishrack for the past few days, under the frying pan and a couple of bowls. I heard stuff falling earlier. And then... lmao... this chick cmsu. I heard her pouring rice into the pot. Only she was trying to be really... really... really quiet about it. But you know, I've got supernatural hearing. *nods* Seriously cmsu. Too bad she'll be half-assed about the sneaky part (and leave all sorts of flashing neon signs that she's done/used things she knows she's not supposed to use because we've already had that fucking talk!) I think she's valedictorian at Sydney's School of Spy-age.
3. Her boyfriend or whoever he is, is over right now and they're playing some really crappy ghetto music really loud. It's like a cross between bad rap, Indian rock, and an assortment of screaming. Um, wtf. It's worse than the shitty music the downstairs neighbors used to blast at 7AM.
Hence, therefore, ergo... to the pain! Thank god I need to housesit for the mom tomorrow night. She's going to visit the new baby cousin, and everyone else is going on the PoohFam trip to San Francisco. That means Pooh gets stuck with mail and trash responsibilites. Bleh. Sucks being responsible and stuff.
Except for now. Because I'm about to go bust some heads. Weeee!
|| posted by Pooh at 8:55 PM ... ||
*tackles One*
Just... thank you.
:)
|| posted by Pooh at 6:44 PM ... ||
Okay, today's going to be another crap day. It looks like it's about to storm, and yet it's not. We've got more hellish testing, and yet we're not starting until after lunch. And just now... I kept thinking 8x6=42. Dude. I forgot my multiplication table. I. Forgot. The. Stupid. Multiplication table. I'm a freaking engineer, dammit. WTF.
On a happy note, though, our testing parameters got cut by more than half so hypothetically we should be finished in two to three hours instead of four to five. Woohoo!
|| posted by Pooh at 11:44 AM ... ||
Got dressed this morning...
I think I'm shrinking...
Hmmm.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:28 AM ... ||
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Not only did I solve this stupid puzzle thing that's been bugging the crap out of me... I also broke the 5K chip mark in Hold 'Em all by myself. That's right, baby. I rule. lmao.
Now, off to plan the Kirk Cameron stalking. AND for Puerto Rico two vacas from now.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:54 PM ... ||
I'm feeling all sorts of icky, and it has nothing to do with my OCDs... although it may have to do with a lot of overreacting. Or stress. Or maybe not.
All I know is I've got this severe itchy, twitchy, chest-tightening restlessness that is making being in my own skin all sorts of unpleasant. Maybe even a touch of very mild depression. It's almost like I'm suffering from one of my attacks of the post-trip, why-is-everyone-a-pod-person, blues which makes absolutely no nonPoohLogic sense because I haven't been on any trips lately.
I was in a good mood today, so I don't understand where it's coming from. Somehow, it doesn't seem like it can be cured with a prescription of hugs. But perhaps an assload of smaps will do... *tries to smap self out of it* Bleh. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 6:17 PM ... ||
Goddammit, part 2.
You hold the door open for one person, and people start looking at you funny. Sheesh. Hey, we were headed outside and one of our building's cleaning guys was walking towards us. Because you need to swipe your badge to get in and out of the building and we were pretty much Right There, it's only polite to hold the door open for him even if it means waiting for a few extra seconds for them to actually get there. Okay, so this guy is kinda cute. And okay, he's kinda really cute. But he looks 15! Yeesh. I'm no cradle-robbing corrupter, dammit. So why the frell did J give me that funny look with a stoopid smug smile? *kicks her*
Besides, what's so wrong with holding the door open for someone? I would do it for anyone else. Well, okay... not true. There's a couple of people I wouldn't do it for, but they don't need to know who they are as long as I know who they are. *nods*
|| posted by Pooh at 4:17 PM ... ||
GodDAMMIT! Our shipment of much needed lab supplies finally came in today. One of the items ordered -- a "stopwatch." It cost a buttload and yet looks like the cheapest thing ever made. In order to make sure no one steals our only timer, I put it in safe keeping in one of my desk drawers. Only now it's started beeping every few minutes or so even though I turn off the alarm after every time. UGH!!! As expected, the instructions are crap and for some unknown freakin' reason, there's no OFF button. And. The. Alarm. Keeps. Going. And. Going. And. Going. And. Going.....
ARGH! *takes hammer to stopwatch*
|| posted by Pooh at 2:44 PM ... ||
Yay vaca! November. Puerto Rico. Rowr!
|| posted by Pooh at 2:10 PM ... ||
Things learned while listening to the radio this morning:
1. Squatting/hovering during bathroom use is bad for your health because it doesn't completely empty your bladder.
2. This is a bit morbid, isn't it? I can't decide whether to snark or not.
3. Who wants to go on a quickie vaca with me to Athens? Each athlete gets 5 condoms/day. Dude? Hmmm. According to "eyewitness" accounts, the Asians like doing it in the bushes, and the Cubans are rabbits.
And in other news, it looks like J is coming with to Disney! Of course, I'm not counting anything until tix have been purchased.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:19 AM ... ||
If it's not the stairwell light, it's the damn kitchen light or the bathroom light. I feel like a The World's Most Paranoid Mom, walking through the apartment before bed, making sure all the doors are locked, the windows are secure, none of the appliances have been left on, and all the lights are off. Every single night.
I'm so glad August is almost over and the Roomie is coming back soon. I'm getting sick of mothering a woman years older than me. Now, if it were the Kief and he asked nicely...
|| posted by Pooh at 1:57 AM ... ||
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
What do you mean it's not the weekend yet?!! *pouts*
In less depressing news... Woohoo! I tripled my number of chips in poker! Just goes to show that practice (and luck? or is it skill?) helps. *nods* And I did it all by myself. Not like that last time when I made flirty and one of the players gave me 5 thousand chips for free. Hee. *shakes booty*
|| posted by Pooh at 7:00 PM ... ||
One of those silly notes I shouldn't need to leave myself:
When placing hot peppers in a sub, do not bunch them up. Too many peppers in one bite... *dies* Again! Weee! *munch*
YAY! Voltron DVDs!!! *gets geek on* Shut up. That show had my first 'ship eva.
And Grrrr. Why do Disney tickets cost so much? Ptooey!
|| posted by Pooh at 3:01 PM ... ||
Mmmm. *yawn* *stretch* It feels more like early spring than late summer right now.
The perfect snuggling under the covers weather. *grabs... TheKief PoohBear*
So that's where I'll be. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 11:07 AM ... ||
Ohoh.
Woke up this morning convinced it was Saturday.
Umm... this could be bad.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:24 AM ... ||
Monday, August 16, 2004
File this under "DER!":
Why have I waited this long to take advantage of the wonders of internet radio while at work? Because thank god! Writing reports and fixing up graphs is hella boring when the only thing keeping you sane is listening to the clicky clacky of the keyboard.
Report is now 9 pages and counting. Can I kill myself now?
ETA: Report finished! Woohoo! Onto the next. Yeeeech.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:35 PM ... ||
Sunday, August 15, 2004
Woohoo!!!! or maybe Ugghhhh!!!
Have purchased the Vegas plane tickets. Am upset to have to choose between a 4:30 or 10:30 PM flight back on Sunday. Had to pick the 10:30PM one because getting in at 1AM in Newark is not something I will ever voluntarily choose to do. I may be loopy most of the time, but I'm not stupid. Unfortunately, that means hanging out in Vegas for an extra six hours after Jenai leaves me Sunday afternoon. What the heck am I supposed to do for six hours?! (Play slots in the airport?) I think that's an UGHHHH!! Except, it's Vegas, so WOOHOO!!
Thank goodness I found out early I suck at poker. Makes it much easier to stick to playing the slots or the ATM. *excited*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:15 PM ... ||
Well... I can now cross off "Indulge in Serendipity's Frozen Hot Chocolate" from the Things to Do in NYC Before I Die list. It was yummy and worth the 45 minute wait for this once-in-a-lifetime thing. And there's a reason why those things cost so much -- it's a meal in itself. Mmmm, chocolate! Was a teeny bit disappointed in Serendipity itself. Was much smaller, darker, and more crowded than it looked in the movie. And of course, the biggest disappointment was no John waiting to share a Frozen Hot Chocolate with me. :(
And then after that, we strolled through SoHo. Fun except for the part where we loitered in Sephora and J smothered me in lickable body powder/glitter. (It really was "sweet" just like it advertised.) And then kept trying to dot me with that Jessica Simpson Dessert lip gloss shit. Edible, yes, but only if you like your edible make-up to leave a really nasty, "omgomgomg, I think I'm going to die, is this what rat poison tastes like?" aftertaste on your tongue. *SHUDDER, CRINGE, WASHES MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP*
Bah. Have blisters on my feet now. Have icky work tomorrow. It's nice that we don't have to go to Philly, but BLECH to having reports due tomorrow. Oh, yeah, and that presentation we need to be working on. Ugh.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:29 PM ... ||
Hmmm. I've been having some pretty weird dreams lately. Last night's was about the hurricane. *shrug* Analyze that.
Hmmm, part 2. Horoscope for today: You're in an extremely extravagant mood, so be warned. Do not -- repeat, do not leave the house with any type of plastic or currency on your person unless you're accompanied by a chaperone. A practical-minded friend would be best. Oh oh.
Let's see... today's agenda: Hang out with J in the city. Meet up with CD. Playdate at Serendipity.
I think I should be okay. Unless I come home with bags full of chocolate. Hmm... now there's a happy thought...
|| posted by Pooh at 10:35 AM ... ||
There are some things that just should never be done. Like sharing a bottle of anything with a backwasher. Or picking your nose in public.
And there are some things cheapass roommates shouldn't do, but I can force myself to overlook. Like finding out she uses my tiny bar of soap I used to replace the pump of handsoap -- the soap dish was filled with a great amount of icky water. Gross. Like using my toothpaste this entire time. I thought the tube was going faster than usual -- I normally push the toothpaste to the top when there's about a fourth of the tube left, so it's pretty damn obvious when there's a huge thumb smoosh right in the middle of it, not to mention the tube is always... slippery feeling. Nasty. Or like finding out she's been using my regular bath soap, too. I use body wash except for the times I don't want to bother, so it's kinda sorta really upsetting to find that there's almost nothing left of the bar, which I keep in a closed dish on the shelf. I only like to share soap with people I know and/or like, dammit. And how fucking cheap can you be, mooching TP, toothpaste, handsoap, and bathsoap from me?!
But none of that - NONE of it - can compete with the fact that she's getting senile with the flushing. Dude. Twice today! DUDE. I provide her with my toilet and a fresh roll of TP (ok, the cheap crappy kind, but still free to her). The least she can do is freaking flush. ARGH.
You know how much this has messed me up in the head? (And no name calling, dammit. I know I'm a freak. Pffft) Last night, while we were getting sloshed at Friday's, I couldn't help but be supa impressed with their TP. THE thinnest, cheapest, most transparent product manufactured EVER. Even thinner and more transparent than the roll that I got for the girl (girl? she's older than me!) AND the ones they used to give us in the dorms. After we bitched and moaned a bit about that, I had to wonder... where can I get some of that? Umm....
There's nothing wrong with being petty, dammit!
|| posted by Pooh at 2:25 AM ... ||
Saturday, August 14, 2004
I just want to clear up two things:
1. Two ultimate margaritas do not make a DrunkPooh. Maybe a TipsyPooh, but NOT a DrunkPooh. Hrmph.
2. Contrary to popular belief, it is not THAT easy to make Pooh blush. It's NOT! It should also not be turned into a game! Dammit.
Oy. I'm not even going to tell you how many times I had to go through this post to correct all the typos and other mistakes. *notdrunkdammit*
|| posted by Pooh at 12:31 AM ... ||
Friday, August 13, 2004
Drinks are on me!
*buys a round for everyone*
Hmm. Sore throat? Pfffft.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:45 PM ... ||
*moan*
*whine*
*mooooooooan*
throat. hurts. itchy. scratchy. ugh. cough cough cough.
Also, must remember to buy plane tickets. *smaps self*
|| posted by Pooh at 4:35 PM ... ||
Memo to self:
1. Never wear the Grumpy shirt to bed again.
2. Find out how the hell the animals got back on the bed.
Is it possible to wake up cute? I can't explain it but this morning I woke up with this disgusting vibe of self... cuteness. Maybe it was the shirt. Maybe it was because I felt tiny under the hundreds of blankets I had piled on top of the bed. But dear God, that sucked. Because now my day is going to be tainted by it.
And ick to the beginnings of a sore throat. Blech.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:46 AM ... ||
:( I feel bad when friends call, crying, and I'm always at a loss for words. I can't help it that I immediately want to go into funny snarky mood. Laughter is good, dammit. And anyway my hugs are way better than anything I could ever say. *sigh*
On a less depressing note, the girl came back with her boytoy. Her boy took a shower, and then she ran to turn off the stairwell light. Heh. That's right, bitch. And then they went to bed. God, they're boring. I need to find Rabbit.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:08 AM ... ||
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Huh. You get to work supa early, get home late, and find out the governor resigned unexpectedly because he decided to come out of the closet. WTF.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:04 PM ... ||
Sometimes I hate being right. Another long day of testing. I predicted we'd be finished by 6:30. We were desperately hoping for 5. I hate being right. And then we didn't actually leave until 7 because one of the bosses stopped us to "chat" about our testing. At least we figured out a couple of sources of error and nipped those.
Got home to find the PoohBro had already come and gone on his way to class. He shares my nasty habit of turning off the lights on his way out, so I have no idea if all my twitching at work was actually justified. No gripes so far today, but we still have hours to go. One more week for the PoohBro and then I can stop making huge dinners for him. Yay.
Found out at work I am now "required" to participate in the bike ride on Sept. 16, as a b-day present to J. She's forcing me because I'm going to miss the Sept. 24 bike ride due to my Vegas vaca trip. Oops. That was totally an accident. *nods* But she got me back pretty good. The one she's making me do is a 40 mile ride. The one I'm missing? Only 20 miles. Dammit. Oh well. I'm so screwed. 40 miles? At least I'll have a really fun time riding my nonexistent bike. Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:05 PM ... ||
My day so far:
1. I need a job that doesn't require me to wake up at the buttcrack of dawn. Not even once in awhile.
2. This girl is giving me all sorts of OCDs. Had a spasmodic twitching episode this morning because I had to leave the apartment before her. And now I'm going to sit at work all day, wondering if she'll - just this once - remember to turn off the kitchen and stairwell lights before she goes out. (j/k about the twitching, but not kidding about the worrying - electricity is expensive, yo)
3. Pulled into the parking lot right before radio had Richard Marx on to promote his new cd. New cd! (shut up, lmfao)
4. Stupid friends. Had called to make sure I was almost at work. Then left for breakfast without me. BASTARDS! If you're going to call to check, then you wait. If you're not going to wait, you let me know. *twitch* (Dear god, am I really getting cranky in my old age? *sob*)
5. Had to wear the clicky shoes today. Clicking around work at 7:30AM is wrong. It's loud. People stare. And you can wake yourself up just by walking down the hall. *click click click*
To be continued after 9AM....
|| posted by Pooh at 8:38 AM ... ||
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Dude.
LMFAO.
This girl kills me. Really kills me. She was home before I got back, and yes, she did the same half-assed rice cooker trickery she tried to do last night. Whatever. That's not the amusing thing for today. The Roomie purchased the trashcan for the kitchen ages ago. The one he picked out has a lid that you pop open manually by pushing down on this big tab thing. Apparently, this girl has no clue how to pop the top, which I like to keep closed because of the bug factor. Instead, she likes to take the entire lid off the trashcan and then can't even get the lid back in place. The trashcan is getting a bit nasty, so I can't figure out why she'd rather touch the whole top instead of just the tab thing. Which reminds me, I need to get a new trashcan. Think she'll be able to figure out how to use one that has a foot pedal controlled lid?
And anyone want a rice cooker? I'm thinking about removing it from the premises before the cutesy trying to pretend like she isn't using it when it's so obvious she is thing bugs the crap out of me.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:49 PM ... ||
Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of rain.
:(
|| posted by Pooh at 8:21 PM ... ||
Our stoopid Business Update Picnic:
Them: Thank you for increasing our already gigantic profit margin so we can stick our noses up at the rest of the industry.
Us: You're welcome.
Us: Thank you for not firing Us when you were busy laying off 30% of the company so you could double your profit margin.
Them: You're welcome.
Them: It's not about the money. It's about the people and our way of life.
Us: Really. Switch paychecks?
Us: Can you give us a brief response to something-something-something.
Them: Of course. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda la la al al alalalalallalalalalalalalallaa blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda la la al al alalalalallalalalalalalalallaa Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda la la al al alalalalallalalalalalalalallaa Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda la la al al alalalalallalalalalalalalallaa Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda la la al al alalalalallalalalalalalalallaa Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda la la al al alalalalallalalalalalalalallaa Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda la la al al alalalalallalalalalalalalallaa. Okay, you can go eat now.
Bastards. People were wearing jeans. *sob* I wanna wear jeans! I have cute jeans! Without holes even! Our meeting started at 10AM and doesn't end until close to 2PM, which is good because at 2PM, I have a stupid meeting that'll last until 4PM and then I can go home. Maybe. At least I won't have to do any real work today. Oh, wait... that's like every day. And ya know... I don't care if it's an air-conditioned tent. The setup crew should know better than to put all the chairs so close, because the guy who squeezed in beside me? Oh boy. My sinuses are cleared at least. And umm... it's good to know we're about to have a thunderstorm. I bet the safest place will be under that tent....
|| posted by Pooh at 1:16 PM ... ||
Hee. One more before bed --
The learning curve may be hella steep, but she's getting there. I used the rice cooker today so the pot was drying on my rack. The kitchen's not that big so whenever one person is cooking, the other usually stays out of the way. Well... just went to the kitchen to wash out my cup, and... the pot is drying in the same exact spot and the same exact way I left it... hmmm BUT... the cooker itself has a retractable cord and that has been pulled all the way out and thrown haphazardly around the cooker. See... that's kind of upsetting. I was all ready to be impressed with her putting the pot back where she found it, trying to throw me off her scent... and then she messed it all up by frelling with the power cord.
At least she's more entertaining this way.
Except she's starting to stack the dishes in the sink. Dude. *twitch*
|| posted by Pooh at 1:04 AM ... ||
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Why is work so screwy? Tomorrow we're having our quarterly Business Update meeting. This usually involves waking up for a 7 AM meeting so they can teleconference all the international divisions at the same time. Only they want to make it FUN this time. Hence, a Business Update picnic, where there will be fun and games! Yippee! And they're shutting down the cafeteria tomorrow so you must go. The last Update meeting I went to, it was all about the bigwigs telling everyone how they just had to start laying off a bunch of people because the greedy capitalist pigs who run our company had deemed it so. I can't wait to find out what tomorrow's is about. All I know is they sent out a mass voicemail saying because it was going to be FUN!, tomorrow is an informal dress day. Exactly how do you go from business casual to informal? Especially when jeans and sneakers are still not allowed, and everyone pretty much wears khakis anyway. Makes no sense. Bleh.
---
You know what drives me nuts? (Shut up, don't you dare say 'Everything' - this is a legitimate gripe, dammit) People who leave food on their dishes and then put them in the sink. I'm not talking a bit of food gunge on plates and stuff. I'm talking pouring a whole bowl of oatmeal, taking a spoonful of it, and then sticking the entire uneaten bowl of oatmeal in the sink and then letting it sit there for the whole day. Do you know how disgusting cold, twelve-hour old oatmeal is? (I'm not even going to get into how it was my bowl, taken right from my dishrack - yes, we've got separate ones). I'm getting so sick of "talking." When do I get to bust heads?
In other news, I bought new TP and even changed the roll myself. I got twitchy staring at the empty roll. (shut up, NOT ocd, dammit) See? I'm perfectly nice. *whistles*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:10 PM ... ||
Gahhh! @#%$&&*%^#@$#@ Stupid kid setting off firecrackers right outside the apartment. Scared the crap out of me. Ugh.
Hmmm. Jenai and I are trying to decide on what to do in Vegas. Anyone recommend any shows? 'Cuz right now, we've got Celine or Chippendales. (Think we're kidding? lmfao)
|| posted by Pooh at 4:38 PM ... ||
Spilling iced mocha on your shirt?
So not cool.
*sigh* Looks like today's going to be one of those days.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:36 PM ... ||
Monday, August 09, 2004
Be shocked. Be amazed. Be proud of me. Heh.
After work, I went to the gym. All.By.Myself. That's right! I didn't use J not going as an excuse. I got my ass over there and did all my cardio stuff all.by.myself for almost an hour. Ha! And I thought it couldn't be done all.by.myself. I may even go back again on Wednesday. That'll be really shocking. I think I just like the feeling of spaghetti legs while going down the steps to the parking lot right after my hardcore elliptical workout. Cuz that's kinda fun, especially when people are watching. ("Will she fall? Will she fall? D'ohhhhuuhhhnooooo. Sigh. Maybe next time.")
*pats self*
|| posted by Pooh at 7:34 PM ... ||
Hmmm. I just missed a phone call on the cell. Reverse look-up says the call originated from a Comfort Suites in Maryland. Very odd. Now... did one of you guys call me or do I need to return The Kief's call? 'Cuz I thought we decided to have our secret rendezvous somewhere else.
And yay (sorta) for finally getting some specific work news. First, boo! because my big presentation is the last week of August, which means I will soooooooooo deserve vaca in September. (Squee to Vegas!) Second, after August, I'm getting bumped to contractor/consultant status. Third, J and I have to coordinate our schedules so we're here the same three days a week, which is starting to look the same as my schedule now. Fourth, I'm only guaranteed work through December. Blah. Must.Start.Job Search. ASAP. (Anyone hiring? Anyone? Anyone? I promise to be productive. lol)
|| posted by Pooh at 1:48 PM ... ||
*shrieks*
I found a white hair this morning. And I know exactly what/who (where/why/how?) to blame. GRRRRR.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:40 AM ... ||
Okay... *deep breaths*
Now this chick is purposely trying to piss me off. I didn't hear her come home tonight, but I just checked and 1) she left the light on in the hallway right outside our bedrooms, and 2) her air conditioner is on at FULL blast, which means it's running so loudly, I can hear it in my room as if it were MY a/c. There are two things very wrong with this: 1) the light is very bright and the switch is right outside her door, so there is no excuse for her not to turn it off, and 2) it's a very cool 60-something degrees tonight, absolutely NO reason to have an a/c running, not even at its lowest setting.
She is still using my bathroom, which I don't really care about anymore. I was gone all weekend, and when I got back, those three pathetic squares of TP were still clinging onto dear life. She did manage to unearth my soap from the cabinet beneath the sink - now that's a bit shifty, isn't it? And she is totally working those three puny TP squares. I heard her "shower" for approximately one minute - pretty damn short for even the quickest of showers, but not too short if running the shower is just to cover up the use of the toilet. I went to brush my teeth and saw that there are now only two TP squares left. What kills me is how she hasn't asked me what I'm using, or where the new rolls are, or when it'll be changed.
On the other hand, she did manage to turn off the stairwell light tonight. I think I need a drink to celebrate.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:59 AM ... ||
Sunday, August 08, 2004
oooooooooggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh
sick
gross
way too much Rita's Ice
ughhhhhhhhhh
|| posted by Pooh at 3:29 PM ... ||
Yay for friends who also had nothing to do today! Yay for friends who wanted to share in my goofy mood!
Ya know... bowling has to be the one sport where everyone looks stoopid playing it. And the only thing - well, one of the only things - I do better drunk than sober. 'Cuz tonight's liquor-free outing? *bangs head* Why, dammit, why! I know I can do so much better! Stupid scorecard. Hrmph.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:39 AM ... ||
Saturday, August 07, 2004
Yay! Didn't have to work all day today after all. Thank goodness for small favors. I overslept anyway, so... *shrugs*
One thing I must NOT do anymore: play that stupid poker game again. What started as, ummm, preparation for Vegas, ended up being a... well, many many many hours... of addiction last night. Ugh. No more new addictions, dammit. Don't need 'em. Besides, who am I kidding? It's going to be nickel slots in Vegas, baby! And if I'm feeling especially lucky -- quarter slots! Weeee!
Steph's blog entry made me bust out the David Duchovny song. lmfao. I haven't listened to that in forever. Totally goofy. Which is probably a good indication of my mood today. Must not waste it. Must go find someone to be goofy and fun with. *nods*
|| posted by Pooh at 1:33 PM ... ||
Friday, August 06, 2004
Weeeeeeeee!
I got the Vegas confirmation in the mail today. Everything's all reserved and wonderful and there's a floorplan! (Pooh loves floorplans. Pooh shoulda been an architect, dammit.) *drool* Cannot wait. Must practice gambling skills now. *squee*
Steeeeeeepphhhhhh. Just kidding. I don't want to get my ass kicked. BUT, if anyone else would like to join us now that Steph has unceremoniously ditched our asses, you're more than welcome.... after we go through a vigorous screening process, that is.
On another subject entirely... you know you have a great friend when they respond to one of your stupid emails with one of their own repeating all the dumb things you know are true but you like to ignore anyway, and the reply actually makes you smile. Hell, even chuckle. Because they were right and you knew it the entire time. But... will still ignore anyway. 'Cuz that I-need-to-bang-my-head feeling is just fun, dammit. The key to my life is apparently 50% exasperation and 50% stress (coated with a whole lotta procrastination).
And on a completely different subject all together... still no emails from boys I don't know. That kinda... sucks. Bastard. He doesn't even know me and already thinks I'm not good enough to email a random "hi"? Pfffffft. I usually don't expect that until after the first meeting. Hrmph.
lmfao. Okay. Must lay off the caffeine this late in the day. Seriously.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:43 PM ... ||
Fuck.
Just. Fuuuuuuuck.
Damn fuckers. Bastard punkasses getting UNWANTED songs stuck in my head. Was just on the phone with J, listening to her tell me about our data from yesterday's testing... then heard her go silent... insert awkward pause... *blink* "What?" "Were you just humming the Growing Pains song?"
Fuckitty fucking fucker.
And then she got the Who's The Boss? theme stuck in my head. *bangs head*
I hate you people. All of you.
I am not, however, hating the AAA website. More vaca stuff to play with! Woohoo!
|| posted by Pooh at 3:29 PM ... ||
Ugh. Such a dork. I just sat outside for twenty minutes, staring up at the sky. Pretty white fluffy cumulus clouds! Perfect blue sky! Oooh, more pretty clouds! That one looks like a puppy! That one looks like a unicorn! That one looks like... oh! bad cloud! And then I tried to recall everything I ever learned about cloud formations. Yes, I'm a geek and today is looking to be one of those really dorky days, mentally.
And now... am considering going to get my geek on at Best Buy. Haven't been there in ages. Hmmm.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:25 PM ... ||
Mmmm. A great sleep and all is better in the morning. All is really better because it was cold enough to bust out the PJs and the long-sleeved shirt again, and throw an extra blanket on the bed. It was soooo cold last night, I even unearthed the animals from the back of the closet. Yay. Doesn't take much to make a HappyPooh. :) And this morning is the perfect cool weather to stay cuddled up in bed under the thick comforter. Weee!
Except I got stuff to do, errands to run, money to spend. And this chick to mess with it. Fun times.
*kicks Steph* You know why. *hugs Steph* Still love you though. Damn me for forgiving so easily. LOL. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 10:17 AM ... ||
God.Damn.
We had the "hey, there's a reason you have a half bath in your bedroom," the "if you need supplies, I can spot you a roll or whatever until you're settled," and the "yeah, we don't share the toilet because you have your own, normally I wouldn't say anything but your dumbass guy obviously has no concept of aim and left his mark the other night and I'm not down with cleaning up after him every single day because I'm not his mother and he's not my dumbass dog" convo.
And then this chick brought home some guy. And then they both showered in my tub. (Okay, I can overlook that one. The tub is communal.) And then when I went to get ready for bed, noticed that again, the fucking stairwell light is on. Jesus. How hard... How fucking hard is it to turn the light off behind you? And then I noticed that they both used my toilet. I know this because I had at least a third of a roll left earlier this evening and now there are only three puny pathetic squares left on the roll. They just left it like that. Didn't bother changing it. Didn't bother telling me. Didn't bother to remember that we already had the bathroom conversation.
So now I must do what I must do to keep my sanity. I've confiscated my soap and all of my TP. They can continue using my bathroom and my toilet if they want to. I'm through fighting it because this girl obviously has issues that are beyond me. But hell if I'm supplying them with anything. Every time she came over for dinner while the Roomie WAS here, my roll of TP would always end up mysteriously anorexic-looking and she's left the empty roll at least twice without saying anything. If I had known beforehand that SHE was THAT girl, I would have put my foot down with the Roomie, unless he thoroughly explained the groundrules because obviously she has absolutely no understanding of them when I tell her. So if she wants to keep using it, she's going to have to stock up herself. I am not going to have some chick I don't even know freeloading off me. (The Kief or anyone I actually liked -- totally different thing.) Too bad there's nothing left and no new rolls handy for the morning.
If that's bitchy and petty and pathetic of me, so be it. It's either that or beat her over the head with a liquor bottle, because right now, I am soooo drinking. It's times like these that make me wish Rabbit were still around.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:00 AM ... ||
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Dammit. Why did Audioscrobbler get that much more addictive? (Damn you, One, for pointing out all the new features!) I've been listening to RadioSteph for... well, since I got home, and I can't find it in me to turn it off. Of course, this means that all my geek rock and all those sad sad songs (sorry, One) get bumped. lmfao.
Next stop: RadioOne. Weeeee!
|| posted by Pooh at 7:54 PM ... ||
I'm free! I'm free! I'M FREE!!!!!!!
Stupid testing took an extra two hours because of a dumbass fire drill. A FIRE DRILL!! Fuckers.
Time to go home.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:10 PM ... ||
It's freezing! Ugh. After a string of high-80s to 90s weather, it is now in the low 70s and FREEZING. Damn goosebumps. I don't think I'm equipped to handle these weather changes. Time to move to Florida or something. Brrrrrrr.
Poor J came to work upset. She just bought a house and it's located down the street from the Prudential building, a terrorist hotspot. Funny how she's more pissed about them blocking off streets near her house than she is about the "danger."
Great. Spending ALL DAY in the other boring lab. Plus it's thundering and the only way to get there is to walk across the campus... outside. Grrrr. Did I mention it's freezing? Hmmm. Should probably run out to the car and get the umbrella. Sigh.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:03 AM ... ||
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Onesy made me take this Love Personality Test:
The Sonnet
Deliberate Gentle Love Dreamer (DGLDf)
Romantic, hopeful, and composed. You are The Sonnet. Get it? Composed?
Sonnets want Love and have high ideals about it. They're conscientious people, caring & careful. You yourself have deep convictions, and you devote a lot of thought to romance and what it should be. This will frighten away most potential mates, but that's okay, because you're very choosy with your affections anyway. You'd absolutely refuse to date someone dumber than you, for instance.
Lovers who share your idealized perspective, or who are at least willing to totally throw themselves into a relationship, will be very, very happy with you. And you with them. You're already selfless and compassionate, and with the right partner, there's no doubt you can be sensual, even adventurously so.
You probably have lots of female friends, and they have a special soft spot for you. Babies do, too, at the tippy-top of their baby skulls.
ALWAYS AVOID: The 5-Night Stand, The False Messiah, The Hornivore, The Last Man on Earth
CONSIDER: The Loverboy
Your exact opposite: Genghis Khunt
Ummm... I think I took this before and got the same answer. Not sure if that's good or bad. But feel free to start laughing and snarking if you wish. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 8:12 PM ... ||
Oh wow. Just reread all of last night's posts and... umm... I got a bit unhinged there, didn't I? LMAO. Just goes to show how one little thing going wrong can set off a whole chain reaction that ends up with the entire world being frelled up and me behaving like a loon. Am much better now so you can all stop trying to get away. Thank you, One, for sitting through all that ranting. I'll let you know how The Talk goes.
For real. I'm back to being good ol' Pooh again. Phew.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:56 AM ... ||
*deep breathing exercises*
I'm feeling better. Much better. There is nothing I like better than cleaning the bathroom at 2 in the fucking morning NekkidSluttyKief in my dreams.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:55 AM ... ||
I am in a deep, deep, deep dark place right now. My bad place just got all sorts of very bad.
This chick is doing everything right to piss me off. She and her boytoys left two hours ago, and even after the "electricity conservation, yay!" convo, she still left her A/C on. And a few minutes ago I went into my bathroom to get ready for bed. Apparently, it was one of the boytoys who showered here. AND left the toilet seat up. AND dribbled ALL OVER THE FUCKING RIM.
I'm not even going to get back into the whole issue of her having her OWN bathroom in her room. Because right now, I'm having a deep bad dark place kind of issue with HOW THE FUCK a supposedly grown adult has absolutely NO SHAME in 1) using someone else's bathroom, 2) miss the fucking bowl, and 3) NOT clean up after himself. I couldn't even finish brushing my teeth, I had to leave because I'm afraid to touch anything in my own bathroom. And of course, I have to clean the fucking toilet now because who the fuck knows when she's coming back.
Seriously. WTF is wrong with the world lately. How can a person have so little respect for someone else's things and apartment, especially when she knows she's a fucking guest. And the fact that she's the Roomie's friend is driving me nuts because a your friend's behavior reflects on you, too, and I actually like the Roomie, but after this.... *pulls hair and screams*
That's it. Tomorrow we are so having the TALK. I can't fucking live like this. And since this is MY apartment, that bitch is either going to have to get her act together or move out, Roomie be damned.
I need brunch, drinks, and shopping. And I think I may need a couple of hugs. Or a tank to run over everyone.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:16 AM ... ||
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Where Pooh Goes PsychoCrazy and It's NOT PRETTY
*mutters* Oh, no she didn't. Oh no she didn't. oh no she didn't. ohnoshedidn't. ohnoshedidnt. ohnoshedidntohnoshedidntohnoshedidnt
*rocks self* it'll be okay it'll be okay it'll be okay it'll be okay it'll be okay
The Kief needs to come to me RIGHT NOW. He needs to come here and hug me and hold me and rub my back and play with my hair and whisper soothing noises into my ear and then pat me to sleep. He needs to COME. HERE. NOW.
NewChick just had two boys come over and they went to hide in her room. Someone came out and went to use my bathroom. Lucky for them, they were showering which is okay because we share the tub but technically not the toilet or the sink area. CalmPooh goes out to the kitchen to get some more tea.
- To find the stairwell light STILL on. (turned it off)
- To find the room to her door ajar with the a/c running FULL BLAST because it was FREEZING right outside the door. (wanted to slam her door shut for her but did not want to startle whoever was still inside)
- To find the kitchen light still on. (left on because I still need to go out there)
- To find.... W.T.F.
Bitch is using my rice cooker AND my small supply of rice. WTF. No, seriously, WTF. I told the Roomie that he could use both my rice cooker and my rice since I don't really use it that often, provided he cleaned up after himself. Okay, so he totally frelled up the "cleaning" part, but I can overlook it because I did give him permission to use the cooker. So tell me why... WHY... the Roomie went back to Turkey this month and this bitch thinks she can go around eating my rice and using my cooker. Sure, she cleaned the pot, but she left everything else a dirty mess and didn't even put it away. Tell me. Am I being irrational about this, too? Because last I checked, it's rude to use other people's things when they haven't given you permission to do so. I DON'T know her. I barely remember her name. AND THE OFFER IS NOT TRANSFERABLE! DAMMIT!
I can't believe I'm going from practicing a "um, I know you're not paying for electricity, but do you think you can conserve a little?" to "don't touch my stuff, bitch!" This heat needs to dissipate SOON because it's giving me a headache and making me extra irritable, which is so not helping with dealing with this girl.
Ugh. I just wanna... cry or something this is so fucking ridiculous.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:04 PM ... ||
Rant-o-bitch
This apartment is killing me. No air circulation whatsoever. I don't know, maybe being on the second floor has something to do with it, what with hot air properties. But dammit, all the windows are open and it just rained and there should be something cool coming in through the windows, shouldn't there?
This new roomie is killing me. I can't wait until August is over and she gets her melodramatic actress ass out of here. Even after a nice informative chat filled with wonderful subtle suggestions the other day, she still left the stairwell light on after she came home last night, and actually, just left it on again right now. Does the chick not know where the switches are? 'Cuz this is ridiculous. Then this morning, on her way to work or wherever, she left the kitchen light on. I have no problems with her leaving that one on if she's home, but dammit, when that light blows, WHO is going to have to get their ass up on the kitchen counter, stand up on that very same narrow counter, then contort their body to change the bulb? Hmmm... maybe the same person who's had to do it the last three times! After I woke up from my nap this afternoon (because it was so hot my body just gave in) and she had apparently come back and then left again, found out that she left her a/c on in her room for five hours until she came back just now. Dammit. And now... she is blatantly using MY bathroom when she has HER OWN bathroom in her room. Okay, so what if my bathroom is fully stocked. She's going to be here for an entire month. I think she can go get her own supplies, dammit. This girl isn't turning off any of her lights, isn't paying for electricity this month, or the rent, or for any soap or TP (she stole two rolls from me, but I can't be sure she isn't doing other stuff in my bathroom). I hate hate hate that she's making me get my crazy on, where I just want to be all irrationally petty, hide everything, and mark off levels on everything. Ugh. I don't like that feeling. I mean, I REALLY don't like that feeling, and she's driving me to it. And I honestly don't think any more talking is going to work. :(
Gawd. Just one month. ONE freaking month. I think I can survive it. No, I'm pretty sure I will survive it. I have to. And then, I'll be even more deserving of my September vacation. Must.Think.Positively. *nods*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:54 PM ... ||
It's hot.
It's really hot.
It's really fucking hot.
And I just spent my entire morning going to Philly, getting stuck in traffic, and then finding out we didn't need to go after all.
So of course, before we left, we got Jen's company card. A situation like this surely deserved a drinking lunch. And we were glad to oblige. Except her stupid card expired two days ago and she didn't realize it when she gave it to us. Grrrrr.
But it's all good. I've still got a teeny tiny buzz, so yay.
But it's still really really really hot. Blech.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:59 PM ... ||
Steph.
Steeeeeeeeeeeph.
Steppppppphhhhhhhhhhh.
*hypnotizes Steph*
Sweetie, isn't your birthday coming/passed soon/recently? 'Cuz I think maybe I owe you a bday prezzie. A REALLY BIG prezzie. Kind of like a special, de-stressing, really relaxing prezzie... with a Celine on top (eww, nevermind). *whistles*
I will stop right there for fear of you kicking my ass. :P
And goddamn, why can't I fall asleep? This stupid jetlag is... um... okay, actually, I can't really use that excuse anymore so I will get myself off to bed. Hopefully.
|| posted by Pooh at 12:09 AM ... ||
Monday, August 02, 2004
It's just so incredibly wrong to be asked to get up at 5:30AM, get to work by 6:30AM, commute an hour and a half to Philly to catch our 7:30AM case... only to get there, not hear back from our research contact until 9AM, be told our case will take another half an hour, and then not see anything or hear back from anyone again for another hour and a half.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dude. That's just WRONG. I could have gotten an extra hour of sleep, dammit!
And tomorrow, we do it all again. I love getting paid to do absolutely nothing, but damn if I wasn't bored out of my freakin' mind. I spent the whole day making phone calls to the school (a loan mess), the bank (fraudulent emails), and Thing1, read a couple of chapters in my book, and texted a bunch of people. Hmm... actually, it was a rather productive day after all. Hee.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:54 PM ... ||
It is wayyyy too early to be up.
In other news, the new "roomie" is getting a nickname as soon as I'm awake enough to actually be able to think. Not only did I get home in the middle of the afternoon yesterday to find ALL the lights in the apartment left on even though she wasn't home, she left the stairwell lights on all night after she got home last night. And she's been running the a/c in her room, all night, with the door open. WTF. There's nothing I like better than feeling like someone's mom, following them around and picking up after them.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:01 AM ... ||
Sunday, August 01, 2004
Woohoo!!!
The L.A. journal is up. Not as many pics this time because I was photo-allergic (or forgot the camera at various times during the trip). Like usual, pics are password protected so contact for it if you want it. Just to let you know, there's only ONE pic of Pooh, and it's not an AssPic, sadly. lmfao.
|| posted by Pooh at 11:43 PM ... ||
Know what sucks? Having a really great soft fluffy hair day and having no one to play with my hair for me. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 4:17 PM ... ||
Craaap. I just screwed up my sleep pattern again. *sigh* How the frell did I wake up at 1PM? 1 freaking PM. Sheesh.
May have to rethink the ranting til 3AM thing again. Umm... after tonight. LOL. Or not, since I've got that stupid work thing at 6AM. *dread dread dread*
I need vacation and I think everyone should come with me so I'll feel less guilty and pathetic about wanting another one so soon after my last one. *nods* Until then, we needs brunch, dammit! *kicks One and Steph*
|| posted by Pooh at 1:17 PM ...