Thursday, September 30, 2004
Okay, let's face it. We knew the happy lighthearted mood wasn't going to last all day. To be fair, the now cranky mood was not my fault. It was some jackass college student in his daddy's car.
Right before the end of work, Jen came by and complained about her neck. She had gotten rear-ended a couple of days ago and had been gifted with a really bad case of whiplash. That should have been my first omen. Apparently, I've got a huge neon sign above my head that says "Target: Pooh" with a huge arrow pointed right down at me. I was loosely composing a rant about how people in general are relatively "fine" drivers but get them stuck in a traffic jam and suddenly everyone becomes The Worst Driver Ever.... when the aforementioned jackass rear-ended me. I'm still trying to wrap my head around this accident because we were all stopped. We weren't moving. Traffic was at a dead standstill. And then... BAM! Let me tell you, there is nothing scarier or more horrifying than the sound of metal on metal. Even the tiniest of "little taps" can make the most disgustingly frightening sound effect. And this one wasn't exactly the smallest of taps. Thank god my seatbelt was on because I was thrown forward in my seat. Thank god I had enough space between me and the car in front of me, because that was exactly where I was headed if I hadn't managed to keep my foot on the brakes.
AND THEN!!!! Motherfucker!!!
The truck in the right lane was nice enough to let me pull out to the shoulder. And then what happens? That JACKASS MOTHERFUCKER, who seriously looked about 17, grungy hair and ratty t-shirt and all, started to pull out with me, but traffic started up again and he kept moving, staying in the left lane... and then disappeared. So there I was, stuck on the side of the road, checking out the car by myself. At first glance, it looked fine. But after I got home and had time to really really check it out... it turned out that motherfucking punkass wimp had rear-ended me hard enough to leave an imprint of part of his license plate. That, I was able to rub off. But he also bumped me hard enough to leave really deep grooves matching his license plate screws. Dude. My car got screwed. TWICE!!! Those I couldn't rub away so they'll stay with me forever. GRRRR. Thank goodness my car has a high butt or else I might have been looking at broken brake lights or whatever.
But really... this has got to stop. It makes two accidents in less than a month, one which I was equally at fault and this one, where I was innocent!! I was a victim, dammit! Right after this one, I was pissed enough about the hit and run to be distracted from everything else. But as I was pulling into the parking lot and walking up the stairs to the apartment, I've got a tingle at the left back side of my neck, and now it's just a bit sore and more than a bit stiff. Other than that, I'm shaken but not stirred and perfectly fine.
Asshole.
I need a chauffeur. Because if people keep targetting me, I'm going to be really pissed, and that will not be a pretty sight.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:42 PM ... ||
Hmmm... do I want to go to the wedding of a distant cousin I've only met once? Bah. Maybe I should. It could be my punishment for going to Puerto Rico two weeks after that. I'm all about checks and balances.
Feet hurt. Damn the clicky shoes! But this doesn't mean I'm ranting while waiting for our test setup to equilibrate. Nope. Am still in happy giddy mood. Although that may be due in part to the large cup of free (tastes better) coffee I inhaled about half an hour again. Mmmm, caffeine kick. *hugs and squees with everyone*
|| posted by Pooh at 3:14 PM ... ||
Just to prove I'm not all meh meh meh... I'm in a rather giddy mood today. It's very odd, considering I only got four hours of sleep and got to work before 8AM just to prep for testing. And that I need to get all the equipment ready for Monday even though the equipment is still in transit and we don't know if they'll get here in time. AND I need to get my resume ready for this leadership conference on Tuesday. Oy.
And yet, in a happy giddy mood. Could have had something to do with last night's squeeing (Meggy's icons, boyfriend being adorable, and theGary). Or it could be from the Sobe I had for breakfast, which came with a cap that said "Bathe the Stiffmeister." lmfao. That just cracked me up for some reason. No clue why.
So yeah. Giddy happy mood and no ranting today. Just see. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 9:12 AM ... ||
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Because my cough is disappearing... (look ma! it only itches when I swallow!)
Because I'm in a weird mood... (always)
Because the eye started twitching again... (it's like a Pavlovian reaction to certain bastards and keywords)
And because people leave me stooooopid links... (uh huh)
I give you the best link eva. Hee! *dances along*
|| posted by Pooh at 2:48 PM ... ||
Tummy hurts. Could be the drastic change in weather (it's hot! it's freezing!). Could be something I ate (did that sandwich taste off?). Could be coming down with something else (dammit, just when the cough was getting much better). Anyway, this sucks. I need warm weather climes, apparently. :(
The fangirl slipping has taken part of the edge off the hurt, but not enough. Don't you hate when you're on that slippery slope, sliding down at impossibly fast speeds... and then you hit a bump. A big bump. A bump that sends you flying so incredibly off course that you have to take a breather, dust yourself off, and find your way back on track. Bleh. Hit one this morning. Figured out that what I thought was the S1 DVDs of a show I HATE, was actually the "best of" DVD set and therefore does not have the four eps the boyfriend was so kind to grace with his presence. Hence, I am now free to HATE that show from a distance without sullying my DVD collection. I can't decide if this is a good thing or not. On one hand, I don't have to buy a show I abhor with a passion of a hundred million flaming supernovas. On the other hand, now I'm missing four eps of the Boyfriend being all cute and hot and snarking on the lead chick, who I also loathe but has unfortunately, (just to piss me off) moved onto another boyfriend's show. (Bitch)
*twitch*
Ughhhhhhhhhh. Tummy really hurts. *sob* Hmm... I wonder if I can leave early today (like right now) and make up the hours on Friday.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:38 AM ... ||
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Ugh. I really need to stop dozing off. Closed my eyes around 1AM and next thing I know, I wake up at 5AM to find myself under the covers with no clue how I got there or even ended up on the bed to begin with. Reached for the glasses and realized my contacts were still in, Harold had stopped dl'ing ages ago, and all my IMs were still open. (Sorry, Meg, don't want you to think I just rudely left you there in chat by yourself!) D'oh!
Hopefully, all the sleep and doing some routine Tuesday errands have gotten me back on track. *crosses fingers for no jet lag* So far, so good. It feels like 3PM right now and not noon. Maybe the body has gotten used to it with the two west coast trips in a month. *twitch* No more trips until Puerto Rico in November. What am I going to do until then? (Hmm... CO is having a promotional special. Two RT trips between October and December = free 2000 bonus miles. I'm such a mileage whore and halfway there. Quick! I need another trip! Okay, don't NEED, per se... *bangs head*)
Sleeping was also good for the sick. Am still coughing, but feeling slightly better... that is, until I got caught out in our piece of Hurricane Jeanne. SoakingWetCoughingPooh is so unsexy, not to mention so bad for getting healthy again. Grrr.
P.S. Jenai, my Best Buy has a very small DVD selection, but they did have a million Swing Kids DVDs for $5, if you wanted to start the replacement process.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:20 PM ... ||
You totally knew this one was coming:
Eeyore plays king for the day in our hotel room. Am feeling a bit sad. Was thisclose to getting a white tiger animal for Eeyore, but decided that the twenty was better spent on the slots (it wasn't) than on giving him a new friend. Oh well. Maybe next time. With this one pic, now all the stuffed animals have gone on one vaca or other. Yay! So hmm... who gets to go to Puerto Rico? :(
|| posted by Pooh at 1:22 AM ... ||
Monday, September 27, 2004
Just caught my third wind. I won't get into too much detail, but between the second and third wind, I was sitting in the middle of the lab, spinning in my chair. It was a physics experiment! Yes, that's it. Shut up.
Stupid cough needs to disappear now. Please.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:56 PM ... ||
Yay for the second wave!
M shook his head at me and said hanging out with me for any extended amount of time (outside of work) would probably be a "trip." I couldn't tell if he meant it in a good way or not. I have no clue what he's talking about. I'm perfectly sane. Then again, today was the first time he saw the work desktop with the boyfriend and see me fingerkiss him. Hee. I blame it on sleep-deprivation and jet-lag! *nods*
Mmmm... more caffeine...
|| posted by Pooh at 2:06 PM ... ||
Crashing....
Crashing....
Oh god I'm crashing....
|| posted by Pooh at 10:13 AM ... ||
Well, that flight back sucked. Never again will I get an exit row seat on a redeye flight, unless it's the row after the lav. The seats wouldn't recline in the row I was in. Do you know how hard it is to sleep sitting ramrod straight? And then I started a trend by trying to sleep on my tray, but that didn't last long because the guy and the chick next to me followed suit and that just looked ridiculous. And, so, therefore, ergo... no sleep. Even more fun than drunkenPooh phone calls? PunchySleepDeprivedPooh phone calls. Too bad none of you will ever experience that. Cuz I gots reports and stuffs to writes yo.
Am super drunk on adrenaline right now. No sleep on the five hour flight. Drove almost an hour from the airport to the apartment. Showered, changed, then drove straight to work. Adrenaline and no sleep. I'm going to be all sorts of fun today. Weeeeeeeeee! Oh, yeah, and am infusing body with lots of caffeine and sugar. The crash will be spectacular.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:25 AM ... ||
Sunday, September 26, 2004
Two hours until flight. Thank god for what seems to be open access wifi at McCarran. And let me tell you, except for some stupid glitch with AIM that won't allow me to sign on (not sure if this has to do with the stupid Windows update or just with the firewall here), THIS internet connection is a million times better than the Venetian's "hi-speed internet access." Pfffft. It was the only craptastic thing about this whole weekend.
Two more hours until flight and the return to Jersey. I hate going back except for the fact that I was bored shitless during my five hours of loitering solo on the Strip while waiting for a good time to head to the airport. I couldn't wait to leave Vegas then. Not to mention that boredom and slots = very bad idea. I'd squee about how I won $61 playing the Jackpot Party quarter slots, but then my guilty conscience would have to admit that I was just breaking even. One of these days, I'm going to work up the courage to play the tables. One of these days... Hmmm. Maybe next year for a Vegas Freak Fest? (You know you wanna! Anyway, Jenai and I are going to make you!)
P.S. Steph, you suck. I would have called YOU if I were at work. :P
|| posted by Pooh at 11:37 PM ... ||
Getting ready to check out. :(
And so begins the 12 hour wait for the flight home. *sigh*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:16 AM ... ||
Getting ready to check out. :(
And so begins the 12 hour wait for the flight home. *sigh*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:16 AM ... ||
Now I know why women take off their shoes at the end of the night and walk barefoot, even on the skeevy icky floors -- stilettos hurt. HURT! Never again do those shoes leave the bedroom again... I mean... umm... nevermind.
We're leaving tomorrow. I'm going to miss this hotel. So pretty. So comfy. *starts planning next year's Vegas trip and forces everyone else to come* *nods* But what to do until my flight at 10PM tomorrow? That's five hours after Jenai leaves me all along. *sob*
See y'all in a day. *smoochies*
|| posted by Pooh at 2:31 AM ... ||
Last night in Vegas. Right now, we're sitting in our robes, chilling, before we have to get dressed for dinner. We're going all out. Hoochie clothes and heels, and then we're going to work walk check out the Strip. *nods*
Highlights from today:
~ Lots of walking. LOTS. *kicks stupid monorail for being out of service*
~ Busted our ass walking almost two miles back from Mandalay Bay in about 40 minutes, just so we could relax before dinner. Heh.
~ Continued our trend of playing slots for a few minutes at every casino we visited. The Aladdin was nice to Jenai. The Flamingo and Mandalay Bay were sweet to Pooh (won $48 playing a dollar on the 2- and the 25-cent slots. Yay!). Am considering playing the dollar slots after dinner. Maybe.
~ Got tipsy nice and early today. Almost made a couple of drunken phone calls. Thank god for the Pooh's resistance to voicemail. No more rambling stoopid messages! Yay! (But there may still be hope after dinner, so watch out.)
~ Have not found a sugardaddy yet. Have not run into any cute guys. Did run into some guy who said good morning to us (totally flirting with Jenai, I'm sure of it) when he walked by us on the Strip at 3AM. Didn't see the guy with the girlfriend who eye-molested ThePooh yesterday in Sigfried and Roy's Secret Crappy Garden. BUT did see Guy, our Spicy waiter who rubbed his ass on our table and flirted with Jenai yesterday (whatever she says, she's lying. LYING!)
~ Ugh. It is too dry here. My skin is crying. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 1:05 AM ... ||
Friday, September 24, 2004
The quickie for today:
~ Jenai got hit on by the lunch waiter (don't listen to what SHE says, tis truth).
~ A guy with a girlfriend tried to pick me up (lmfao, j/k. *lalala* One? You laughing yet?)
~ We got prezzies and carried around a Celine bag for a few hours. In PUBLIC.
~ Jenai won over $2 on the nickel slots, then lost it. I won over a dollar on quarter slots, then lost it. We're working on the winning thing. Soon.
~ And finally, Eeyore's feet hurt. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 11:07 PM ... ||
VEGAS!!!!!!
We're here!!!!
The room is gorgeous. GORGEOUS! And huge. We are not worthy. Okay, well, maybe we are...
Anyway, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas... at least until the pictures get uploaded. Hee!
As always, if you need me, you know how to contact me. Will see y'all in a few days. Rowr.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:34 PM ... ||
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Packing sucks.
I don't wanna do it.
*kicks One for setting a bad example this time around and also... because she's not here to kick back*
|| posted by Pooh at 11:26 PM ... ||
I'm a rock. No, wait, I'm a boulder. At least according to M, who described me as such. He thinks it's rather impressive that I haven't cracked yet. J and I have been messing with him for months now -- cleaning his desk after he leaves, clamping down his mouse from the back of his keyboard tray so he can't move it, uncoupling his monitor from the computer, turning his monitor towards the wall, rearranging things, etc. J's broken once and admitted to screwing with him. Me? Not so much, but only because J started it all. *nods* So now I'm a very impressive brick wall because I haven't broken down and owned up to any of the pranks. I never thought I had that great a poker face, but apparently, I'm holding up pretty well. It's not my fault he doesn't fight back, or when he does, it's super lame. You either take it and give it right back or you just keep taking, and I can give forever (I'm very generous, yo). Duh. Hee.
There was a Twilight Zone-ish moment at work today. Usually, after we've finished our experiments at the end of the day, we go straight to the computers in the lab and goof off until our tissue has finished staining and we can go home. Today, we both sat down and went right to work. There was even over half an hour of silence and major productiveness. It was... scary. Ever since we got laterally shifted into consultanthood, we've become pod people. *shudder*
And finally, YAY!!!!!!! I checked in for my flight. And got an entire exit row all to myself! Weeeee! Okay, that's not going to last long, but I'm kind of giddy over getting an exit row. I never get one of those. I'm drooling just thinking of all the leg room I'm going to have, and y'all know I NEED that leg room cuz my legs are so freakishly long and... stuff. Heh.
UGH. Now I need to go pack or something. Blech.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:23 PM ... ||
Owie. My feet hurt. Been trying to break in the strappy shoes... just in case for Vegas. Heh. One more day! Yay! But boo to needing to pack again. Sigh.
Hopefully, Vegas will force me to take a break from the really fast slide down the slippery fangirl slope. The past couple of days have been crazy slipping and sliding everywhere. I even rewatched a Tru Calling ep! Crappiest show ever except for the hotness that is the boyfriend. *dreamy sigh* omgsocute!omgsohot! *bouncy bouncy bouncy* (oh wow. when was the last time I bouncy'ed x3?? yikes.) Tis twu wuv cuz he even made me more interested in that stoopid ep than watching TheSinise on TV. Oy. *slipppppppppp sliiiiiiiiiiide* (*kicks SciFi for having stupid three month hiatus right now*)
But thank goodness all the other new shows are starting up. ThePooh has declared this her ScruffyGunTotingSeasonOfLust. She will lust after any character who is 1) scruffy, and 2) is armed. So that takes care of 1)boyfriend, 2)theKief, 3)theMeloni, 4)the guy on Desperate Housewives (saw the pilot, am in love), 5)theSinise... umm... okay, he needs to learn to grow some scruff. Huh. I need a way to fit AMH and Mark Valley onto that list... damn.
Speaking of TheSinise and other snarkable new stuff...
(you may stop here because I'm not bothering with invisitexts.
I got no time for formatting, yo.
The boyfriend is waiting.)
CSI:NY - I love TheSinise. And no, I don't know how to explain the AntMan (tm One) love so leave me alone. But that premiere? Oy. I read that basic plot in some trashy crime book last summer. *zzzzzzzzzz* But TheSinise is love, even if the title of the show is technically wrong. And Lips! Dude. Did her lips get more gigantic or what? See? That's what happens when you die before getting the Kiefer nekkid on 24 - your lips blow up and you get stuck on a crappy spinoff. I hope that other chick, whatsherface with the huge mall hair - the one who annoys the frell out of me - gets the boot a la Kim Delaney in CSI:Miami. That would really be luv.
Lost - I kinda felt like I was obligated to snark the hell out of this show. And had I written down my thoughts when I first saw the pilot eons ago, I may have had a field day. But I can't really bring myself to care or to bother wondering how the hell they're going to pull this off for an entire season seeing how they're on an island with some bad thing - exactly how do you avoid the big bad on an island for 20-something eps? run around and around and around in a circle?. *zzzzzzzzzzzz* Best parts of the premiere ep: theFox is all sorts of hot, Kendall is a weirdo, and Weiss bites it. Hmm... there aren't an islands between Jersey and Vegas, right?
Weeee! Vegas! I'm sooooo there already.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:01 AM ... ||
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
So there was this extra 20" computer monitor sitting in the lab.
So my 15" monitor looked puny sitting on top of my computer.
So J and I were trying to procrastinate because we were seriously (too seriously, imo) productive on Monday and deserved a break.
So we switched my monitor with the big one... which was missing the cable and the old monitor's cable was hardwired to it... which meant canibalizing the computer from an empty cubicle... which meant we had to be all spy-like not to get caught.
In conclusion, The Pooh now has a nice shiny 20" computer monitor and the boyfriend wallpaper is huge. That's right. It now takes me TWO fingers when I fingerkiss him instead of one. It's more embarrassing now to have such big sexy on the work monitor, of course, but hey, the boyfriend is really big, and who can argue with that? Heh.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:42 PM ... ||
In 48 hours, the Vegas trip will have officially started. Damn. I can't believe it's this week. I can't believe the L.A. trip was only two weeks ago. Okay, that sounds like it's two trips really close to each other (all right, fine, they really are close together), but in fairness to me, I don't even remember the L.A. trip. That's how fucked up my head has been the past two (three? since I started getting sick before L.A.?) weeks. It was only this morning that I finally managed to make a really subtle pervy snark to one of M's comments during breakfast. Do you know how long it's been since I've been able to think that fast and not sit there quietly zoned out, letting all those wonderful snark opportunities pass by until half an hour later when they finally hit me? Yeah... not fun.
And J finally gave the 'you're finally getting better' nod of approval. She said I've stopped being "weird" and "out of it." Heh. That's what a couple of days of constant fluid intake (and consequent constant bathroom breaks), an IV drip of Vitamin C, and sliding down down down down down that slippery fangirl slope (lurve and laughter are the best medicine *nods*) will get you -- a clean(er) bill of health. Still experiencing outrageous coughing spasms and stuff, but I can now officially swallow (hmm...) without ANY pain. Now it just kinda itches a bit. Yay! (See, Jenai, I told you I'd be better by Vegas. Weee!)
While I'm here, might as well let everyone in on the weird phone call from last week. So y'all know I was in that car accident last week. Just a bunch of dings and dents and scratches. No biggie. Stuff we can all live with unless I were an anal superficial bitch who demanded a brand-spanking new looking car, which I'm not and don't care. Just something else to put into the Lessons Learned column. Anyway, the guy called to say we should sign a letter of agreement or something to protect each other saying the matter was closed, etc. Blah blah. This apparently required meeting up. Since I have Tuesdays free, he said I could stop by his work, to which I agreed because it's by the school and would only take five minutes, tops. And then he said I should stay and he'd buy me lunch. He went on and on and on about how their cafeteria was great yadda yadda, run by Marriott blahblah, and I shouldn't feel uncomfortable about it. Dude? First, wtf. Second, my undergrad cafe was serviced by Marriott so I'm not that impressed and cafe food is cafe food. Third, hell, yeah, that was uncomfortable. Anyway, I declined... and then googled to see what company he worked for (hey, a contact is a contact no matter how you get them, dammit) but it was not in my field so whatever. So, yeah, anyway... I'd like to give him the benefit of the doubt and say he was just being nice (even after he kept going on about how what a nice commendable person I was *eyeroll*), but J laughed her freaking ass off when I told her because "obviously" an older in his early- to mid-40s wouldn't just call up a girl he had been in an accident with and offer to buy her lunch for no reason. Sheesh. Anyway, I went. We did our thing. It took three minutes, and I was out of there. Didn't stop him from offering again, which sucked because I'm such a pushover when dealing with people in person (I mean, no, strike that, I'm a bitch. A Bitch in person, you hear!), but luckily, I got my ass out that door fast. So the question posed today by J: would I have accepted if he had been cute. Answer: no, but there would have been more hesitation before the 'no.' Just kidding. But we all know if he had managed to make me laugh for at least two of those three minutes, I'd be a goner. I'm such a laughterskank. Bleh.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:59 AM ... ||
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
I'm contemplating giving a quickie about the odd phone call I received last week and its follow up today... maybe in a little bit. Am seriously considering taking a nap since I'm not sure when I'll get a chance to catch up on sleep this week (Jenai, we're totally not sleeping in Vegas, right? lol) and it can only help with the whole getting better blah blah blah thing.
In other news, I think I'm addicted to Halls Vitamin C drops. It's like candy! Oops.
|| posted by Pooh at 3:58 PM ... ||
Monday, September 20, 2004
If there's a cure for the PoohSicky, damn if I'm not going to find it in the Pooh's New Boyfriend Accidentally Shows His Boxers scene. Watching that ep on loop five or six (*la la la*) times made me feel soooooo much better last night. Okay, maybe not since it didn't stop the hacking up a lung bit (I'm getting pretty proficient at that), but I'm sure another ten or fifteen times through ought to cure me. *nods*
At work today, and I'm all set. Got my huge bottle of water and large bag of cough drops. I'll smell like menthol all day, but at least the throat will be hydrated. Woohoo!
But, as usual...
Pooh's Required Sick Whiney Rant of the Day (So Far):
(Staying super hydrated = bathroom breaks/half hour + people looking at you weird)
I already lost count and it's only... um... it's still early.... Bleh.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:50 AM ... ||
Sunday, September 19, 2004
Day 2 after the PoohBro installed his Sims2 on Harold. So, okay, maybe making the new boyfriend sim was a bit obsessive. And maybe so was making the sim for other half of the ship. But surely trying to get the sim shippy happening in the game isn't toooooo freaky... is it? I mean, they're obviously not getting them together fast enough on the show. But is it a really bad indication of my own issues and personality that I need to keep the two flirty and just hovering at the edge of being in lurrrrve instead of sucking it up and marrying those two off and letting them have a lot of "woohoo" and start popping out the simbabies?
.... huh.
I can't believe I just provided more proof that I'm totally insane.
Now for the health update:
I stopped by at home and the PoohMommy made me her special lemon drink that helps... for about ten minutes. Then I start hacking up a lung and a gut all over again. Even the PoohBro was acting all nice and concerned, trying to diagnose it as a chest congestion or a really bad sinus infection and then trying to palm me some of his amoxycillin. (Not sure how I feel about him trying to drug me, but he's usually a nasty bastard who throws a tantrum anytime I get within a yard of him.) The headaches and lancing pain are gone, which means brain function has officially returned. However, my ribs hurt from coughing so much. And last night, I kept waking up every hour, wanting to die because I couldn't stop coughing. AND!!! GRRRR. Apparently, the 'Is-Dan-There?'Fucktard didn't get the memo that the Pooh is sick and therefore has a lower tolerance for assholes because he called at 3AM. THREE!FUCKING!AM! Okay, I was already up to begin with, in the midst of a rib-cracking burst of coughing, but duuuuuuuude... It's one thing to have someone I know call me at 3AM; it's an entirely different thing to have a stranger (repeatedly) do it. Blech.
And finally, because I'm a cranky over-sharing bitch of a patient...
Pooh's Sick Whine of the Day: Ever cough so long and so hard that you start gagging and feel like you're about to throw up? But don't, actually, cuz that's disgusting. (Sorry, the mechanics of the human body are just so fascinating. Heh. So's trying to gross everyone out. :P)
|| posted by Pooh at 1:52 PM ... ||
Saturday, September 18, 2004
Boxers! Weeee!
Pooh lurvers her new TV boyfriend. Hee.
----
The health update for Jenai:
Still coughing and hacking up a lung, but no longer feels like my throat is being ripped in half every time I swallow. See? Getting all better! And by Friday, I'll be in tip-top shape for sugardaddy hunting in Vegas. *nods*
|| posted by Pooh at 8:06 PM ... ||
Friday, September 17, 2004
I just had the oddest phone call.
The kind that makes you go "wtf" followed by a quick "holy shit" and ending with an "umm... oohhh... uhhh... okay..." Speechless. That's what I am.
And maybe just a teeny bit freaked out.
Therefore, odd. Just... odd.
...
Nothing to see here. Carry on.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:48 PM ... ||
Feeling slightly better. No longer have that nasty chest congestion although am still coughing like crazy. Stabbing, stinging headache pain has downgraded to a mild throb. Annoying, but manageable. And hopefully, I'm making more sense today than I was yesterday (for anyone who was unlucky enough to talk to me). One, you're right, I think I was delusional last night, and I don't think it had anything to do with being sick. Jenai, you're going to have to be excited enough for the both of us until I kick this ickiness... *praying for before next Friday*
And because I was going to rant last night before pain put an abrupt end to all brain function, I will do so now. The following bitch is about the new intern. I can't remember if I mentioned him before, but he's the one J and I immediately pegged as being too "fragile" and "delicate" of mind for us to comfortably harrass without feeling guilty. Well, first impressions aren't always right, and our supa woman's intuition failed us miserably. HE assured us he was able to take smacks and give smacks. Ha! Turns out, he has no clue what a friendly smap is and is the most confrontational person EVER. (And y'all know me. I hate confrontation, especially from assholes.) AND, yesterday, we found out that he's a Diva. Ugh. A rundown of his most special moments, shall we?
1. DivaIntern wants to drive to lunch, even though he has no clue how to get there. J makes an innocent remark regarding the dangerous left turn to get to the restaurant, which he automatically takes as a diss on his driving skills. And he lets everyone know how he feels about that.
2. R, M, and Jer were making stupid "yo mama" jokes. DivaIntern was there and laughing but when R made one towards him, he immediately got offensive and pretty much ripped R a new hole for "daring to speak about his mom like that." Dude, huh? This guy's got a stick up his ass longer than the one VW does.
3. He always has to be right. Even for stupid things. Even for things he has no clue about. For example, J and I were talking about doing our tongue experiments, and even though he's never seen a tongue before, pretty much stated that he could handle it so much better than us. And when he told us he wanted to see us do one of our experiments, it wasn't so much a statement of curiosity, but that he wanted to make sure we were doing it "right." At that point of time, he had only been working for two weeks. WTF.
4. Being right, part 2. Apparently, he thinks he's in some competition with me to see who can make the most weekend vacations this year. Pfffft. He went down to New Orleans for the Labor Day weekend. A simple question about his trip turned into a catfight between him and J, where he basically insisted he knew New Orleans better than her even though he's only been there twice and she's from there.
5. We're women. Therefore, he's always right when he talks to us. Too many instances to mention.
6. DivaIntern is Russian. And he likes everyone to know that, especially when the topic of conversation turns to drinking. And then he likes to let everyone know that he, and only he, does it best out of all of us. When he asked about our LA trip and J recounted how we had dinner and drinks, he pffff'ed us and told us we "did it wrong." Apparently, we're "not supposed" to drink during dinner, but either before or after, and then we're supposed to binge when we do it. Excuse us if we didn't know there was a "correct" way to drink. As an adult, I always thought it was perfectly fine, if not preferable, to drink during dinner. After all, we are not college frat boy wannabes who drink only to get trashed.
7. He doesn't like to participate. When all the interns sit there joking around, he'll try to butt in, but never to joke along. Other than that, he pretty much avoids everyone. His behavior has been so off-putting, even M, who is pretty damn tolerant and laidback about everyone, has "forgotten" to invite him to lunch. Which of course means J and I feel extra guilty about it, and we force him to extend the invitation... which then leads to wanting to kick ourselves, hard, afterwards.
8. The jackass lies. I had a lab laptop by my desk, which does not have a battery pack. Because I was using it a few days ago, it was plugged in. DivaIntern has been whining about needing a lab laptop for days, and snagged one that had been sitting on the lab bench for months. This one did not have a power cord. So when M wanted to borrow my laptop, imagine our surprise when my power cord was gone. Imagine our surprise when M asked DivaIntern for the power cord and he insisted that he didn't take mine, that the cord was with the other laptop, and then made M promise to return it. So of course, yesterday, when J asked him about the cord again, he finally relented and revealed that he "may have" but "wasn't sure" if he had taken it from my laptop.
9. He has absolutely no regard for lab safety or any other rules. Yesterday, he was drinking coffee in the lab and pffffting the rules even though his supervisor told him he wasn't supposed to. He also wanted to use our tissue stain and then pfffft'ed the safety procedures to dispose of the very toxic, very hazardous stain. It was only through J's hardass bitching that we managed to get him to bother with wearing gloves while he was handling the thing. (Which led to him overtightening our chemical disposal container. J and I couldn't get the damn thing open. Led to a hilarious case of the giggles and laughing and bitching at "that motherfucker." We managed to open it once, but then he came again and tightened it, and we couldn't get it open again. And there was NO way in hell we were going to go to him to open it for us.)
10. Lab safety, part 2. He came by my desk the other day and asked J and me where the circuit breakers for the lab were located. *cue looks between J and me* He later told us he had an "accident." So of course, he tried to cover it up by "fixing" it before anyone could find out. Ha! Like we were going to help him with that! Also, no way he gets near a circuit breaker. They got those locked up tight.
10. His supervisor is the sweetest, funniest, crankiest man ever. There's just something about V you want to protect. So when DivaIntern was drinking coffee in the lab and V asked him if he got that from the cafeteria, DivaIntern held up the cup and very condescendingly, told him it was free... in the most babying voice ever. Like, no shit, Sherlock. Everyone and their mama over at work knows the cafe is now giving away the tea and coffee for free. Ugh, it just made us want to beat the crap out of him for treating V like that. (Jen sits in the cube next to V so she tells us that V gets DivaIntern back by ripping him a new one every time he insists he knows more than V does.)
11. A sample conversation from yesterday. "Do we have any buffer?" "Yes, J told you it was in the fridge yesterday." "Where is it?" "It's the only big container in there -- the one labeled 'Phosphate Buffer' in big letters." "Oh, I didn't know if that was it." And then the convo degenerated into an interrogation where he kept harping on how we hadn't checked the pH of the buffer and how he needed it to be just so, and how he didn't want to make his own buffer, and how he was so concerned about the buffer but didn't want to go looking for a pH meter by himself because we should have one and why I wasn't be more of a help to him and make the stain for him blah blah blah.
12. His Diva-ness. He asked us where the gloves were. The lab he works in is where we keep the stacks and stacks of boxes of gloves, on the big metal shelf, right by the freaking door. But no, what he meant was, where are the "other" gloves. Diva-ness hasn't been here long enough to know we used a different brand of gloves before our new stock came in, so we had no clue what the heck he was talking about. Later in the day, our admin came in to have us sign our new contracts. While there, she asked about His Diva-ness, and mentioned the glove issue. It seems, our majesty even went to HER to ask where the "better" gloves were because he didn't like the ones we had. They were "gross" and "smelly." *boggles* They're fucking gloves, made out of nitrile and latex and whatever the hell other types we have, so of course they're going to smell like whatever the material is. Sheesh. So of course, when he commented that the stain smelled, too, I had to suppress the urge to pummel him and instead gave him my sweetest, I-told-you so about how it's a chemical, they smell speech. To which he gave me a dirty "I. Know." snark. And then you know... the gloves came off and he was KO'ed in... oh wait, that only happened in my head... damn.
Now imagine dealing with the last five or six of those rants while hacking up a lung and being sick sick sick. Phew. That felt good to get it all off my chest. Usually J and I just rant to each other, or to the other interns, but that just makes me want to hurt him more. Is that bad?
See, One, and you were worried about me losing the CrazyRoomieBitch. Was that enough of a bitching or do I still need to work on it?
|| posted by Pooh at 1:48 PM ... ||
I'm dying.
Pain. Lots of pain. Like a machete rammed through the left side of my forehead. Headaches shouldn't sting. Throbbing pain, I can do, but stinging pain? *groans*
Twitch. Lots of twitch. Right eye is going freaky.
And chest congestion. Huge. Bad. Icky. Chest congestion and coughing.
Someone put me out of my misery.
Was going to rant about the new intern and how he's such a diva, but head hurts too much to think straight and chest/throat feels... crappy.
Seriously, I'm dying here. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 1:05 AM ... ||
Thursday, September 16, 2004
*moooooaaaans* What does bronchitis feel like? Pneumonia? I'm trying to figure out what respiratory disease I may have because it's driving me nuts and I'm getting sick of hacking up a lung every day.
Just came back from a presentation/demo for one of our companies. Hey, who can turn down free dinner, right? And the demo was cool... for a tech geek. We got to play, so we really got to geek out, too.
Ugh. Now have a headache. I better not be getting really sick and this cough better clear up because Vegas is next weekend. *sob*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:26 PM ... ||
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Well, this is interesting. My hair is turning brown. Maybe too much sun this weekend? Hmmm. And I found a couple of blonde strands. Red, I've found before, but blonde? Huh? Weirdness.
Still coughing and it's getting annoying. Also still twitching, and that's getting freakier than freaky. It was okay today, for the most part, until the boss called to blah blah blah over stuff we need to do tomorrow while he's not there *twitch twitch* and two people came over to ask about all the intimate details of working with my tongue tissue. Then the eye wouldn't stop twitching at all, which sucked because I had to sit with my head turned partly away just so I wouldn't scare them. J thinks those two incidents prove it's just nerves or stress, but that stupid eye's been twitching for weeks now and I have no clue why I was/am/would be stressed or nervous about anything. Blech.
Stupid eye. Stupid cough. Stupid rain. And now stupid headache. Everything's just coming apart at the seams, huh? *sigh*
Crap. Am feeling sore and stiff and weak all over, too. This has got to be a BAD thing. A VERY bad thing. I just need to get through next weekend, dammit, and then I can get hella sick. Now is so not a good time. Just.One.Week.Grrrr. :(
|| posted by Pooh at 11:08 PM ... ||
Coughing. Coughing like a mofo. I wish I could just hack up the lung already and get it over with. Hopefully, this will be accomplished by tonight. *nods*
Penguin death should not be so amusing. Especially since I have no hand-eye coordination. But I'm sick, so I have an excuse. *nods*
It's raining. Hard. Didn't even bother to wait for me to get into the apartment before it started, and I got soaked. The world is full of spite for the Pooh today, it seems. And it's supposed to rain for the rest of the week. Stupid residual hurricane effects. *nods*
Must get resume together for our Resume Party. Drinks! I need drinks! Will loosen me up and possibly cure cough (I'm almost positive of this). I can't wait to add "consultant" to the crappy resume. Woohoo. Also Jen directed us to an internal company website full of job referrals/openings across the country. Dude. Why didn't anyone tell us about this earlier? Now must really get resume shit together. Real job, here I come... *firm nod*
|| posted by Pooh at 6:26 PM ... ||
Today just went from bad to worse.
Was in accident this morning on way to work. It's ok! I'm ok! Stupid sideswipe. Stupid road construction causing huge blind spots and stupid ambulance coming out of nowhere and freaking everyone out. Two dings on the passenger side, not too big, which is pretty good considering the other car was a pickup. Probably won't do anything about it since the other guy obviously only had a couple of barely noticeable scratches (bastard) and neither one of us want to deal with stupid insurance crap (bastards). It is seriously just not my day or week, for that matter.
Really am okay, just a bit shaken and a whole lot of pissed. But ehh, whatever. Also, still feeling sick but am chugging anything with vitamin C like a crazy freak.
NEED to get back in bed. *sob*
|| posted by Pooh at 9:56 AM ... ||
Okay. Cough is getting worse. Icky worse. Blech. This can only mean bad bad bad things.
And Vegas is in... oh shit... next week. *groan*
|| posted by Pooh at 7:48 AM ... ||
Bah.
Can't sleep and have massive coughing fit, which started in L.A. over the weekend. I think I still have smog stuck in my lungs. :( Someone needs to make a special pill that'll automatically reset your clock so I can go to sleep at normal hours.
Good news, though. The triangle tan is fading quickly. Thank god. Bad news, I did get sunburnt on my nose and the face, which is only now getting to be an annoying pain to deal with a few days later. Apparently, ignoring it and just hoping I didn't, doesn't actually work. Blech.
Sleep. Must sleep now, dammit.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:09 AM ... ||
Just so people will stop asking...
This is a Booji 
.
This is a MiniBooj 
. As you can see, MiniBooj is SO much cuter.
For the record, Rach has a Booj, too. *misses Rach*
And stupid pics are up.
Now to plan for Vegas. Woohoo!
|| posted by Pooh at 1:17 AM ... ||
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Watch here for stupid pics. But only if you care.
Going through the few pics I have from this weekend... and thinking about Vegas in two weeks... and Puerto Rico in November... it occurred to me. I just MAY have gone a little overboard with the vacas.
But maybe only a little bit.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:08 PM ... ||
Monday, September 13, 2004
Okie, I lied. Am too tired to put up all the pics. Besides, I only just started going through all of them and still need to get rid of most of the icky ones (aka any Poohpics). But for now... because I don't want him to get jealous of all my pics of Squidferd (Philly) and Max (China) on vaca... I leave you with the MiniBooj in L.A.:
|| posted by Pooh at 11:03 PM ... ||
HAROLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*smoochie smoochie smoochie*
|| posted by Pooh at 4:59 PM ... ||
Oh boy.
I've been trying to edit the same three lines in this report for the last hour or so. That's... not good.
And being unable to remember actually eating lunch is probably not good either. Especially when it was only a few hours ago.
And making a million typos while writing this post is probably also not a good sign.
I think maybe I'm going to leave early. Like right now. Sleep is pretty good. I think.
|| posted by Pooh at 4:00 PM ... ||
*YAAAAWWWWWwwwwnnnnnnnn*
Four hours of sleep on a plane is NOT equivalent to four hours of sleep in a bed (with or without poohbear snuggling). I was all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed (WTF does that mean, anyway?) this morning when the PoohDad was nice enough to pick me up from the airport (PoohDad is seriously trying to force me to CA; started telling me about some new CO special fare where I can fly into LA but leave from SanFran for the same price as the usual LA RT ticket. Vaca anyone? J/K. CA sucks.) Got home, de-stinked myself, got ready for work, was still chirpy and happy. Got to work and... goddamn. Something about this place that sucks all the life out of me (and everyone else here). So now I'm tired and just a touch grumpy, and all sorts of twitchy and on edge from mental and physical exhaustion. Every little sound jars me. Okay, granted... I keep falling asleep every few minutes...
Ugh. Where's my caffeine? I need my second wind to come... now. Especially since I've got a buttload of reports to write, a couple more experiments to run, and then maybe messing around with some of the pics from this weekend when I get some free time to vegetate. I may even start posting the story of this weekend - starting with the fugly ass car that eventually ended with lurve, touching on how Pinocchio sucked and blew, and ending with the punk that is Pooh (THE Pooh, not ME Pooh). But we'll see if I can stay awake first.
And before I forget: I missed you all! I missed Harold lots! I missed the new boyfriend lots, too, but made it up to him when I got to work and messed with his desktop hair and blew him a kiss. Thank you to Gracie for putting up with me and J. And most of all, thank you to J for putting up with me and being a saint - twice.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:54 AM ... ||
Thursday, September 09, 2004
Well... I'm off.
No Harold. Texts and calls are available for absentee smapping, snarking, snickering, etc.
Am still feeling a bit ick. I hate the beginning of getting sick. Meh. And also feeling very guilty for missing the new boyfriend's new episode on Friday. (You may laugh at me, and you know who you are.)
And... okay, really off now. Be back on Monday to tell you how I stalked TheKief and chased Mickey around CA. *smooches*
|| posted by Pooh at 10:07 AM ... ||
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Okay... so I'm still feeling meh, but I don't think I'm coming down with anything. At least nothing that's contagious. Which is fine, because there's no one to take care of me, bring me soup, fluff my pillows, and just cater to my every whim. Bleh.
But my right eye has taken to twitching practically non-stop. I hate being the twitchy eye freak girl. Ugh. J says if it's the right eye, that means people are saying good things about me. I say... stop talking about me. Period. Don't even think about me. Otherwise, if this twitch doesn't stop, I'm going to start smacking my eye silly. Hmm... can a person give themselves a black eye...?
Off to bed. My only ride tomorrow is leaving early, which means I get to spend some quality time with the EWR staff before vaca officially starts. Pooh's Harold-free this time, and it's already making the rest of me twitch. I already said goodbye to the new boyfriend (desktop) at work today (okay, J's delusional -- I did NOT "maul" him. Fingerkisses do not count as "mauling," dammit! HRMPH!) And just in case I don't get to chat with any of you before I leave... have a great weekend. :)
|| posted by Pooh at 11:55 PM ... ||
Icky. Think I am coming down with something. This is bad. Vaca starts tomorrow, dammit. *sob*
|| posted by Pooh at 2:20 PM ... ||
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Goddamn!
I found the perfect (well, okay, not perfect perfect, but better than I'm used to) reception spot in my room for my stupid phone. And then I think the wind blew or the TV blinked or the Earth moved... and it disappeared. Anyone who uses a different phone but the same satanic phone company wanna come over to test theirs out so I can finally figure out who to blame - the craptastic phone or the craptastic service.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:25 PM ... ||
Yay! Rental car is booked!
Yay! Hotel is booked!
*huggles MC and AAA cards*
And please note, NOT at the very last minute, either. Ha!
|| posted by Pooh at 2:36 PM ... ||
Blehhhhhh. Feel gross. Must be the weather.... or other stuff.
Like being at work on a Tuesday. A Tuesday!!! And there was absolutely no traffic so I got here supa early. Damn.
But what can I do? Didn't work yesterday because of the holiday, and won't be around Thursday or Friday. Huh... that's a really short week, isn't it? Oops.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:51 AM ... ||
Monday, September 06, 2004
Musings from this holiday weekend...
1. Without looking at license plates, you can tell exactly who's not from Jersey or who hasn't lived in Jersey for very long. They're the ones who can't seem to get the hang of a jughandle. (Hint: You don't come to - or anywhere close to - a complete stop. That's WRONG and annoying.) There's a physics behind navigating those special demon Jersey turns that becomes second nature when you do it enough times, and since about 80% of our left turns are jughandles, it really doesn't take long to conquer those things.
2. Went to the 1-month party for the new BabyPoohCousin. At one month, BabyJared is still pruney and wrinkley and just a bit fugly. Except for the fingers and toes. THOSE are just to die-for. *dissolves into baby noises* At nine months, however, new BabyPoohCousinAaron is just freaking adorable. That's because he's filled out a bit so he now has those pinchable cheeks. And he's this chubby ball of softness that you can squeeze and squeeze and squeeze and he's so well-behaved he doesn't make a noise. In less than a year, PoohAunt has two grandbabies and PoohMom has... none. Don't think I didn't get The Look, either. Bleh.
3. My people... need help. Well, okay, just some of them. Seen at the party: one of the PoohCousin's friends who came in wearing a black suit but had that huge neon sign flashing above his head. You know, the one that goes on when he takes off his suit jacket to reveal The Tightest Button-down Shirt Known To Man. Dude. That thing was TIGHT. We all saw man-nipple. *shudder* And then there was the other guy, who was married to one of the PoohCousin's friends. Someone should have told him the Miami Vice look went out about 50 years ago because he was totally trying to work the wrinkled tan linen pants, the crew-neck T-shirt, and the wrinkled white linen suit jacket. And when he walked by our table.... yup... the boat shoes sans socks. Oy.
4. Why do people insist on frelling up the seating arrangement? Does it give people some kind of sadistic joy to mess with people that way? PoohCousin split up everyone and we got stuck at a table with people we didn't know and didn't have anything in common with. Pretty much all women who spent the whole time just gossipping with each other, and talking about us in Cantonese because they didn't think we could understand them. So it was hilarious when Thing2 busted out the "so, do you guys speak Mandarin, too? Or just Cantonese? Because we speak mostly Mandarin but we understand Cantonese. And usually we just speak a lot of English." Heh. I was waiting for her to take the spray paint and mark the table with 'Thing2 wuz here, yo!' Needless to say, they stopped talking about us at all and just concentrated on whatever other gossip they could get their hands on.
5. No emails from boys I don't know. And the only single guy I ran into this weekend was TightShirtGuy.
6. I don't get fanfiction that says it's been "beta'ed" but when you start reading it.... you wonder why they even bothered.
7. Stupid trip next weekend. Will take away from the new boyfriend love. AND I just realized that I still haven't taken care of a lot of things for it. Ugh. I need to get a car. (Unknown PoohFact #324: First time renting a car on my own. Have always managed to be with someone else who's taken care of that, along with the actual driving part. I'm not ashamed to admit it. I'm also not ashamed to admit that a sweet embarrassed innocent smile will get people to do all sorts of things. 'Oooooh, but you can rent it and drive it, right? *smile smile blink blink*' Yup. Works every time. Except now. Bastards!)
8. Watched Hero over the weekend. It was good, although it did seem a bit Hollywoodized. Is this spoilery? I don't know. Hence the invisitext, although really, I just want to invisitext because I haven't done it in forever and it's fun! The Jet Li stuff was ooookay. I have no feelings either way on him or his acting, which is odd considering I can be quite firm about who I hate and tolerate. The role he played was necessary in tying all the loose ends together, but I was all about the stories within the story. And yes, the Pooh cried at the ending (of the lovers' story, not the other ending... or the other ending or the other ending or the other ending... J/K. There were only maybe 2 endings, but it really did seem like it would have gone on and on a la ROTK.) Why can't there ever be a happy ending? I don't remember ever seeing a Chinese love story that had a truly happy ending. Ok, granted, I haven't seen that many to begin with so my sample size is pretty tiny, but it still seems like they always end in (stupid, unnecessary) death and Pooh sobbing. Maybe that's where I get my masochistic need to be in pain all the time. Maybe it's a genetic thing for my people. If so, my culture sucks. LOL (One, can I use that excuse? *whistles innocently*) Another possible review: Thing2 saw it with her friend, hated it, thought it was confusing, couldn't understand a thing (ok, she hates reading subtitles) and walked out of the theater within the first ten minutes. Heh.
9. Finally, breaking out and non-stop twitching. Life sucks.
|| posted by Pooh at 5:44 PM ... ||
Saturday, September 04, 2004
The FRELL?!
RoomieBitch is still here. Still sleeping in the living room. And in a really REALLY obnoxious WTF move, is yelling at 9AM on a Saturday morning. To our neighbors. Someone's talking outside, which is fine. As long as they're standing on their porch and not being too freaky loud about it, it's their right. But this chick.... I'm up this early because I've got places to be, and am quietly checking my email when she suddenly starts yelling for them to shut up. And then she starts groaning really loudly like she's really put out when they don't stop. And then two minutes later, I hear her move towards the balcony and starts yelling at them to shut up because she's trying to sleep.
Dude.
First, she's yelling at people to shut up when she herself is being pretty damn obnoxious. Second, I'm all about sleeping in, but after 9AM, I think people should be allowed to exercise their freedom of speech while on their own property (7AM, however, is pushing it). Third, she's not on her own property, so she doesn't get this right. Fourth, if she's so upset about it, it's pretty damn childish for her to make those groaning noises like she's about to cry over it. Whose sympathy is she trying to earn by doing that? It's stupid and it's silly and if I were still sleeping right now, I'd have to start imitating her and maybe get HER to shut the fuck up. If I were the guy outside, I'd start talking louder. (Yes, I can be petty, but she just made that noise again so whatever. GRRR.) Fifth, only one whiny bitch allowed per apartment, and that spot has already been filled by ME. I pay good money every month to get that privilege, dammit. And sixth, if she really wanted to get a good sleep, she should go to her own apartment.
I bet she can't wait until I get my ass in gear and start packing up shit and moving around in a few minutes. I wonder if she'll start pouting at me.
|| posted by Pooh at 9:13 AM ... ||
Friday, September 03, 2004
Ugh. I have no willpower whatsoever. Just when I thought I'd almost weaned myself off my soda addiction (it's not healthy! it's not! it's... not...), I get sucked right back in again. Stupid presentation prepping meant needing caffeine, but I swore I'd stop after it was over. Honest. Except I just got dinner and got myself the largest size Coke they had and... guhhhh... drool...... This is bad. You all know how scary I get when I'm in the throes of addiction and can't get any. So okay, we'll just have to start the weaning again... um... next week. Yeah.
For anyone who's interested: I am NOT staying in tonight. Nope. I am getting dressed in hoochie clothes, going out, getting trashed, hoping to get picked up by a stereotypical Jersey guy (with or without a mullet), taken to his trashy apartment, and having an orgy with him, his brother, his dad, and his best friend. I will tell you all about it tomorrow... if I remember how to get home.
And for everyone else: Hope everyone has a good long weekend. Sleep in. Relax. Party. Be productive. Be lazy. And most of all, enjoy my present to you.
Hee. I just love that.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:10 PM ... ||
Yippeeee!
Just woke up from a 3-hour nap (yikes!) to hear the Roomie and RoomieBitch moving stuff. She's leaving! She's leaving! She's leaving!
*does more happy dancing*
Now there's a reason to celebrate if there ever was one.
|| posted by Pooh at 6:32 PM ... ||
*does a drunken happy dance*
No more presentations... for awhile anyway. Yay! Surely I deserved to bust out that bottle of Bacardi that has been sitting in the fridge for the past few months. Yes, I'm sure of it. Probably shouldn't have started so late, though. Oh well. No work tomorrow so I can finally sleep in. Yay again! It'll be a great start to the Labor Day weekend. Yup.
And the freestyle fangirling is all sorts of squee! Okay, maybe it's the tipsy talking, but am now seriously considering changing layouts again. Heh... it should only take three months to do...
Ugh. My brain is itchy and my eyes are dizzy. Hmm. Maybe bedtime, huh?
ETA: Just because I reread this post 4 or 5 times to fix typos and stuff does not mean I am all frelled up right now. Just tired. Yes.
|| posted by Pooh at 1:07 AM ... ||
Thursday, September 02, 2004
Freedom! Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom!
Damn that feels good.
There were a few technical glitches before the presentations started. (Of course.) There were more people than we expected. (Of course. Provide food and they will come.) J did great and had a pretty short presentation. She was interrupted a few times for questions, and A (my really smart, snarky, cute but married coworker crush) asked her a pretty frelled up question. (He thinks it's funny to get you to either 1) spew a BS answer and have everyone know you're full of it, or 2) say 'I don't know.' What is it about the immature guys and this disgusting behavior?)
Then it was my turn. Presentation went pretty well. Jen told me afterwards that I was great and the few times I stumbled and fidgeted, I managed to recover nicely. J thought I did better than her, but she's full of it. And friend Jerome told me I looked right at home up there. Bleh. I may have gotten a bit pointer happy though. Heh. The big boss of the business unit we work under was there and he kept interrupting my presentation to ask a few questions or to make comments, which eventually led to mini-discussions. Oddly enough, I was okay with it -- hey, it's good to be the catalyst of brainstorming discussions, right? But damn if I didn't want to get the whole thing over with, and hello... we did say to hold comments, etc until the end. As a result, I have no clue how long I took, but other than the usual fidgetting and a couple of umms and playing with the pointer, I think I did okay. Afterwards, I didn't have my usual adrenaline crash -- fifteen minutes of cold sweats and uncontrolled trembling. (J, who is just like me when it comes to presentations, however, did. :( Poor sweetie.) I think all the interruptions helped me to relax. Phew. A wasn't an ass to me because the pizza came near the end of my presentation and people started getting distracted. The best part, though, was when the big boss made a suggestion, and I and the boss told him that I was getting to it in the next slide. Heh. Take that!
Oh well. It's over. It feels like a huge weight has been lifted, and I'm no longer having nervous bladder issues. (TMI? lol) J and I have been dancing around in the lab. Weeeeeeee!
|| posted by Pooh at 1:47 PM ... ||
Ummm... GAH.
The presentation is ummm at 11:30AM and ummm I'm feeling all sorts of sick. Umm J just ran through her presentation and she clocked in at 14 minutes. Dooooooood. I'm dead. Ugh. One hour left...
|| posted by Pooh at 10:00 AM ... ||
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Down to a reasonable 25 minutes, but it's a really fast 25 minutes. With a lot of disgusting umm'ing. And weird freaky finger wrestling *clench unclench* if I don't hold something in my hand. At least the traffic-directing hand gestures have stopped. Heh.
But UGHHHH. Presenting sucks. So does practicing.
|| posted by Pooh at 10:55 PM ... ||
This may be bad... I'm doing everything possible to NOT practice for tomorrow. I should be fine, right? I mean, I've been working on this project for forever and the slides are pretty self-explanatory and I only need to talk for about twenty minutes and I've got way more graphs than necessary and I know everyone who's going to be there (for the free food) so it's not like I need to be nervous or anything and nevermind that I haven't given a presentation in forever and....
icky. stomach hurts.
On the other hand, the ear has started to clear up. Not so much stinging, which is good. But the eye twitch is back. This time it's above the right eye. Bleh. I'm such a freak.
*twitch twitch*
ETA:
Okay, I gave up and ran through the slides once. And discovered a couple of things:
1. I am nervous as hell. And it took me 28 minutes.
2. I tend to giggle at really weird places.
3. Ummm...
4. What the hell kind of obnoxious gestures was I doing with my hands?!
5. Silences where I distract myself and zone out are probably not good, but most likely won't happen tomorrow (thank god).
6. Ummm....
*bangs head* Okay. Quick break to squee over new boyfriend (sorry, Kief!) and then once more, with feeling.
|| posted by Pooh at 8:25 PM ... ||
Ear. Stings. Not good.
Do not need a possible infection or an impending cold to muck up the start of this month. (GAH! It's September! Crap.)
P.S. If anyone sees me up past 3AM being a silly fangirl again, please smap me. I am sooooo paying for it right now. Ugh. It's not even 9 yet. Want.Bed. *sobs*
|| posted by Pooh at 8:56 AM ... ||
Eeeeeep!
In hindsight, getting all freaky fangirl (way freaky. to the point of considering new blog layout) tonight was probably not a good idea while there's still presentation to worry about. But hey, it's not like I could polish up all my graphs and skew correctly calculate all the important standard of deviations tonight while the original data files are at work.
And besides, new TV boyfriends need love, too. Squee.
|| posted by Pooh at 2:48 AM ... ||