In the past several months, I've noticed the emergence of the "good guy." Several of my friends have started dating guys who treat them well, aren't total jackasses, and are actually up for commitment.
So what is a good guy? Well it's not some sappy too-nice guy - hmm, I'm starting to sound ridiculously jaded and cynical which really isn't the point. I guess the thought is that they're just normal guys. According to one of said guys, they've always been around. However, the emergence of the MetroSexual a few years ago must have blinded us - that or the scariness of guys who use more hair products than a sorority house sent the normal ones into hibernation.
Other than this revelation, things have been rather quiet on the home front. Uncle China is in town due to my cousins having a baby, and Gracie and I are banned from the parents' due to his allergies.
Tomorrow night is New Year's and I absolutely loathe this holiday. It's not that I don't have anyone to kiss at New Year's b/c there's always a drunken random to find at the bar. I think it's because the driving thing makes coordinating logistics impossible. I'm used to Chicago where I can just sit outside a club in the freezing cold and try and find a cab only to eventually give up and find some crazy alternative means of transportation. One year we found a limo, another the El, one year we were close enough to walk to Wolfe's condo, and my last year I walked right outside and into a cab...maybe b/c it was 3am.
I think my issue is with something I heard once; that whatever you're doing on NYE is what you'll be doing for the whole year. Stupid, I know, but I am but a mere victim of superstitious beliefs. Now while I haven't spent entire years in clubs, last year was an awful NYE and I have to say the year wasn't so hot either. Clearly I'm not in Cincinnati any more! ;> (sorry, Gina!)
The good news, lest you think I'm getting to ornery in my old age (which I'm especially feeling since Leah is becoming optimistic in her old age), is that this year I think I can actually stay home and not worry about it b/c I'm going skiing the next morning. While I would hit Northeast w/ Leah and Hoodie, I have to be up and ready for an entire day of skiing by 7:30 am. I should probably just go to sleep now!
So with that, I say "See ya later, 2008! Bring on '09!"... which is actually funny since right now I have another colon-sucking scheduled for the first week of 09 :>
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
'It's the most boringest time of the year.."
At least that's how this Jew views Xmas. It's not that I begrudge my friends their celebrations of their lord, Jesus H. Christ, I'm just sick of looking at the Christmas decorations that have been up since...April!
Okay, I'll put my inner scrooge away for a few minutes.
My first task of the day is to send a shout-out to LeeLee for sending me this eCard. Seriously, I'm not sure I've ever seen something this appropriate. Hallmark should really get on top of it and start a snarky line of cards. thanks, Lee!
Next on the list is to recap the last couple of weeks. First on the docket...Gracie goes to obedience school. Gracie Lou is a very smart girl, but she and I need some discipline, since usually we spend our time like this... 
So Grace and I hit doggie school, and somehow they forgot to tell me I should've brought my 'partner.' No lie, EVERYONE there had another person with them. Hell, they even gave me two clickers - like I can use one clicker, let alone two. Watching the class I felt like I was the poor knocked-up girl sitting by herself in a lamaze class. - and no, I have no idea why that particular image came to mind.
Next on the list of goings on was my thought about Nicholas Sparks this morning. The man is a probably a bazillionaire from all the books he's written, but here's a thought - why does he always kill someone in the books? Seriously..one of the lovers ALWAYS dies. Except for The Guardian where [SPOILER ALERT...] he kills the dog!! After that particular thought I realized that no matter how messed up I might be, he has GOT to be worse. I mean, I may be seriously damaged from all the bad dates I've had lately, to the point I'm actually afraid to go on anymore, but that guy has got it much worse. Hey, Nick, use some of that money and get a good shrink!
Speaking of bad dates I went out with Catboy last week, and his name has officially turned ot "Boring guy." I can't remember if I've mentioned Catboy before, and frankly I'm too lazy to go back through my blogs and look, but he's a guy I met on the harmful site who told me several times that he's more of a cat person than a dog person..right after asking about my dog. I don't even mind so much that he's a cat person so much as the stupidity of telling me that and then writing "lol". Dude, it's not funny.
I tried to blow off Catboy and went out with the normal guy who never called me back, but Catboy sent me another email and wanted to get together. He seemed a little more interesting or at least intersested in me (so I thought) in his more recent emails. I agreed to meet him last Sunday. Thank G-D we met at Panera b/c I don't think I would've made it through a lunch at a sit down restaurant.
First thing, he's late. Then he tries to tell me he really wasn't sure where Panera in MG was...did I mention that HE suggested the location. Then after we sit down, he's telling me about how his hair took longer to blow-dry b/c it's so humid out from the snow, and kind of made it sound like that added to his being late. Um, I'm pretty sure any male family member of mine would testify that if I can be ontime given how long I take to get ready, this dumbass should've been.
We talk about work for a bit, and then he asks me what I do. Hmm, considering not two days earlier we were emailing about my job and he told me he thought it was interesting, I wasn't sure how to answer. Thankfully there wasn't alcohol involved or might not have refrained from a nasty comment e.g. Remember, I'm the girl who works in market research? He then also asked me what we talked about in our emails b/c he couldn't remember. Added to this his eyes were freaky light blue with huge pupils...hmm, maybe he was high... I couldn't even look at him.
Needless to say after not finding anything about me to be memorable, and hearing that his roommate is a girl - which isn't a big deal unless you try to hide it like he did - and that SHE owns the townhouse, I cut my losses. I wasn't even that clever. I told him I had a family thing, and had to go. And we wonder why I'm scarred from dating.
So I think that wraps up most of the last few weeks..oh! I went to my very first meat raffle :) Basically you buy a ticket, they spin the wheel and if they pick your number, you win. I won twice!! Got me some T-bone steaks freezer burning in my freezer and 5lbs of bacon which I sold to someone else in our group for $10. I would've juts given it to her - shre really wanted to win- but hey, I'll take some free cash! 
That said, Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good night!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The Single Diner and Reasons to not leave a dog alone for more than 5 hours
After a few weeks of traveling in the Headquarters capital of the possibly the world, I still find it surprising that restaurants are so flumoxed at the appearance of the "single" diner.
Tonight, armed with my trusty chick-lit book, ventured into Ra - a lovely sushi chain. The hostesses offered me a choice of seating in the bar (where I'd be stared at), at the sushi bar (where I could stare at raw fish before inhaling it) or in the dining area. Hmm, I think I chose choice 3.
So I sit down and the 24 year old, married, cute guy comes over and says "one?", only the question mark is highly emphasized. I'd love to believe he was just shocked that someone as adorable as me would be eating by herself, but let's be honest, he was just perplexed by the single diner. I had a book, I ordered wine, and stuff myself with sushi, and yet he kept treating me with kid gloves. Poor girl, eating all by herself... sniffle I swear I could hear his thoughts. What I wanted to tell him was, dude, I'm reading my book rather than yapping with co-workers like say... Princess... and I was eating sushi for free!
Pretty good dinner in my book :)
On a different note, I received a frantic call from my Mom:
Guess who's getting new carpet on their first floor?
(I have no idea what she's talking about...)
Um, you?
No, YOU are!
Why?
Did you leave a red pen out when you left? (Like I remember what I left where when I ran out the door yesterday...)
Well, friends, it turns out Miss Gracie Lou was left by herself for a little too long and ate herself a red Bic pen. Apparently the carpet is atrocious. I told my mom it probably wasn't that bad, she disagrees. Turns out not only did my pup kill the carpet, she also ate a good chunk of the pen - well the parts she didn't get on herself. Today Gracie is sporting fashionable red streaks on her belly from rolling in the ink...lol, that's my girl!
Poor Mom had to take Gracie to the vet, where she was x-rayed adn thankfully does not need open-tummy surgery. Not sure mom would've recovered from that one! However, for the next five days we get to .. disect... her poopoo to look for pen bits LOL.
Note to self: dog no longer stays by herself for more than 3 hours!
Tonight, armed with my trusty chick-lit book, ventured into Ra - a lovely sushi chain. The hostesses offered me a choice of seating in the bar (where I'd be stared at), at the sushi bar (where I could stare at raw fish before inhaling it) or in the dining area. Hmm, I think I chose choice 3.
So I sit down and the 24 year old, married, cute guy comes over and says "one?", only the question mark is highly emphasized. I'd love to believe he was just shocked that someone as adorable as me would be eating by herself, but let's be honest, he was just perplexed by the single diner. I had a book, I ordered wine, and stuff myself with sushi, and yet he kept treating me with kid gloves. Poor girl, eating all by herself... sniffle I swear I could hear his thoughts. What I wanted to tell him was, dude, I'm reading my book rather than yapping with co-workers like say... Princess... and I was eating sushi for free!
Pretty good dinner in my book :)
On a different note, I received a frantic call from my Mom:
Guess who's getting new carpet on their first floor?
(I have no idea what she's talking about...)
Um, you?
No, YOU are!
Why?
Did you leave a red pen out when you left? (Like I remember what I left where when I ran out the door yesterday...)
Well, friends, it turns out Miss Gracie Lou was left by herself for a little too long and ate herself a red Bic pen. Apparently the carpet is atrocious. I told my mom it probably wasn't that bad, she disagrees. Turns out not only did my pup kill the carpet, she also ate a good chunk of the pen - well the parts she didn't get on herself. Today Gracie is sporting fashionable red streaks on her belly from rolling in the ink...lol, that's my girl!
Poor Mom had to take Gracie to the vet, where she was x-rayed adn thankfully does not need open-tummy surgery. Not sure mom would've recovered from that one! However, for the next five days we get to .. disect... her poopoo to look for pen bits LOL.
Note to self: dog no longer stays by herself for more than 3 hours!
To Foster or Not To Foster - that is the question
So lately I’ve been rather naughty and sneaking peeks at www.midwestanimalrescue.org. Lindy thinks I’m crazy, and rightly so since a) I can’t actually have two dogs in my townhouse b) she’s not taking care of two dogs when I’m out of town and c) she was the one who had to deal with me during my last foster situation – also known as “doggie hospice.”
The problem is, these dogs are SO adorable and I feel like I haven’t been doing enough ‘good’ lately. Am way too focused on stupid stuff like Princess ‘Internally Focused’ and boys that don’t call back. I’m now going to be home for four weeks, and I’m toying with trying to foster a pup over the holidays.
Now for those of you who didn’t know me or didn’t hear about doggie hospice, it was quite the experience. Angelle Gold (pictured) was a 75lb golden retriever, who was five years old and supposedly out of shape. The second night I had her we had a huge fight when she wouldn’t get out of my car and tried to bite me a few times. Let’s just say there were lots of tears, borderline hysterics, and several calls to my mom and the rescue president (who didn’t return my calls). Finally, another volunteer I called the true Dog Whisperer showed up and helped me get her in the house. I truly thought there was something wrong with Angelle, but the rescue kept telling me she was just being a brat and needed to learn manners. This of course made me feel like a complete dog mom failure…no matter how many times my own mother told me that wasn’t the case.
The good news is that I was right, there was something wrong with her. The bad news is that I was right, there was something wrong with her. Poor pup had cancer everywhere, especially on her spine so it was no surprise she wasn’t a huge fan of petting.
So I can definitely understand why Mom thinks I’m bonkers to try doing this again, however, I still keep looking at that sight. Thus I’ve decided to make a list of pros and cons, and of course any one else’s opinion is welcome. Although the one thing I did learn, is that you can’t think about this. You just have to do it. otherwise, the cons will always win. Without further ado….
Pros
• Um, keeping a doggy or puppy from sitting in the pound or boarding while she (I’m partial to females) waits for a forever home
• A playmate for Gracie! And another snuggle bunny for me!
• Emotionally rewarding
Cons
• Dogs aren’t always trained, and will definitely destroy something
• Having to give her up when she finds a home
• Limited freedom; not sure how long the pup can be left alone with Gracie and my little house
• Could get yelled at by my association…IF they found out
• Dog hair EVERYWHERE
• Gracie might not be happy about a temporary visitor
• Very stressful the first few weeks, but then that’s all I would have her for – so no getting into a routine
So that's where we are for now. I'll keep you posted!
The problem is, these dogs are SO adorable and I feel like I haven’t been doing enough ‘good’ lately. Am way too focused on stupid stuff like Princess ‘Internally Focused’ and boys that don’t call back. I’m now going to be home for four weeks, and I’m toying with trying to foster a pup over the holidays.
Now for those of you who didn’t know me or didn’t hear about doggie hospice, it was quite the experience. Angelle Gold (pictured) was a 75lb golden retriever, who was five years old and supposedly out of shape. The second night I had her we had a huge fight when she wouldn’t get out of my car and tried to bite me a few times. Let’s just say there were lots of tears, borderline hysterics, and several calls to my mom and the rescue president (who didn’t return my calls). Finally, another volunteer I called the true Dog Whisperer showed up and helped me get her in the house. I truly thought there was something wrong with Angelle, but the rescue kept telling me she was just being a brat and needed to learn manners. This of course made me feel like a complete dog mom failure…no matter how many times my own mother told me that wasn’t the case.
The good news is that I was right, there was something wrong with her. The bad news is that I was right, there was something wrong with her. Poor pup had cancer everywhere, especially on her spine so it was no surprise she wasn’t a huge fan of petting.
So I can definitely understand why Mom thinks I’m bonkers to try doing this again, however, I still keep looking at that sight. Thus I’ve decided to make a list of pros and cons, and of course any one else’s opinion is welcome. Although the one thing I did learn, is that you can’t think about this. You just have to do it. otherwise, the cons will always win. Without further ado….
Pros
• Um, keeping a doggy or puppy from sitting in the pound or boarding while she (I’m partial to females) waits for a forever home
• A playmate for Gracie! And another snuggle bunny for me!
• Emotionally rewarding
Cons
• Dogs aren’t always trained, and will definitely destroy something
• Having to give her up when she finds a home
• Limited freedom; not sure how long the pup can be left alone with Gracie and my little house
• Could get yelled at by my association…IF they found out
• Dog hair EVERYWHERE
• Gracie might not be happy about a temporary visitor
• Very stressful the first few weeks, but then that’s all I would have her for – so no getting into a routine
So that's where we are for now. I'll keep you posted!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Thoughts for a Wednesday
I decided to share a few thoughts of the day with you, rather than wait to have time to write a long drawn out email. I was also reminded why my old blog was called “ramblings” – b/c clearly that’s all I do.
Without further ado…today’s highlights:
1. had a chat w/ the boss man about princess’ antics. I was not surprised that he was not surprised. He was very receptive to the whole thing and told me I could call him any time with any issue. He also made a very interesting observation that while I’m more extroverted and team-oriented, she’s more introverted, and is ambitious. So whereas I lookout for team well-being, she’s focused on her internal growth. It’s been a long time since I’ve worked with someone who’s not used to collaborating and something about the way he said it finally gave me some perspective. I can now understand her for the selfish, disrespectful troll she is :>
2. today is quesadilla day in the cafeteria. I skipped breakfast, so I happily got the chicken and cheese ‘dillas. Then I ran into a girl who works with me that is probably 5’10 and a size 2. she told me that the smartfood popcorn we both enjoy has 240 calories a bag and that it really cuts in to her… 1000 calorie diet. I told her I was going to go back to my desk and enjoy my 1000 calorie lunch.
3. um, for some reason no one wants to sit by me today. There are a bunch of people in the office that work remotely or from Chicago, and they’re all crowded in one cube. I keep telling them they can sit in mine, but nope, they don’t want to. I showered this morning…but maybe they’re afraid they’ll want to eat my 1000 calorie lunch too.
Hmm, guess that’s all I have for today.. J
Without further ado…today’s highlights:
1. had a chat w/ the boss man about princess’ antics. I was not surprised that he was not surprised. He was very receptive to the whole thing and told me I could call him any time with any issue. He also made a very interesting observation that while I’m more extroverted and team-oriented, she’s more introverted, and is ambitious. So whereas I lookout for team well-being, she’s focused on her internal growth. It’s been a long time since I’ve worked with someone who’s not used to collaborating and something about the way he said it finally gave me some perspective. I can now understand her for the selfish, disrespectful troll she is :>
2. today is quesadilla day in the cafeteria. I skipped breakfast, so I happily got the chicken and cheese ‘dillas. Then I ran into a girl who works with me that is probably 5’10 and a size 2. she told me that the smartfood popcorn we both enjoy has 240 calories a bag and that it really cuts in to her… 1000 calorie diet. I told her I was going to go back to my desk and enjoy my 1000 calorie lunch.
3. um, for some reason no one wants to sit by me today. There are a bunch of people in the office that work remotely or from Chicago, and they’re all crowded in one cube. I keep telling them they can sit in mine, but nope, they don’t want to. I showered this morning…but maybe they’re afraid they’ll want to eat my 1000 calorie lunch too.
Hmm, guess that’s all I have for today.. J
Monday, December 1, 2008
Too many unread work emails
so i'm back at my favorite hotel in plano - the nylo, and just checked my work email after signing off at 12:30pm. 31 fricking emails!!! 31! that's too many for me to read, so i'm going to blog until i recover from THIRTY ONE emails in my inbox. also, i found too many entertaining tidbits from the weekend and the airport not to share.
#1. "the non-jew didn't mean to offend"
this was the subject line of an email i got from some asshat (thanks for the word, leelee) on lamedate who sent me an email. the f-wit lives in Chicago and is IRISH CATHOLIC. i paid $40 to read that email - had to re-sign (or is it resign) to lame date to see who emailed me. i sent him a note telling him thanks for being interested but i'm on this site so i can meet jewish people not CATHOLICS. and that if i wanted to meet a christian i'd go to match.com. of course he responded...jack ass.
#2. the normal date didn't want to go out again
so last week i had what i thought was my first normal date in 4 years. turns out normalcy = non-stalker in my opinion. i sent Cappy (so named b/c he had a hat on in his pic and showed up in a hat) an email saying i'd go out again, but if he wasn't in to it - no worries. cappy said he wanted to, and considering what a big deal he made out of finding honesty important, i believed him. at least until he bailed at the last minute on the day we were going out. um, pretty sure you can't get an easier out than email. also i am deducting points from him for the lamest excuse ever "the server went down at work"... the day after thanksgiving. considering i'm somewhat of an expert at getting out of dates, i have to say that excuse is way over used.
#3 princess is a stupid liar
she put me through the roller trying to switch travel plans a few weeks ago supposedly b/c she had friends coming in town...but thne maybe it was b/c her husband was going to travel and we know she can't be home alone. this morning she told me that her friends left...today. um, pretty sure she could've traveled this week then. princess, i dub you a LIAR and bitch. oh, and pathetic b/c she was back working at gmi again today. supposedly she gets too lonely workin gat home. i really wonder though what any of the f-lay execs or gmi execs would think about her working there. oh that's right, no one at my company - at gmi anyway - thinks there are any issues with this.
#4. what's the speed limit in texas?
does anyone know this? b/c there aren't any signs on the highway - just on the frontage roads. i know i'm going to get pulled over one of these days, although b/c it's texas it'll prob be b/c i'm going too slow.
#5 now i'm tired
and i have to go check those emails so i'll have to write more tomorrow...
*although shout out to aimee b for getting a job with people who will appreciate her!!! (other than me and gina lynn) :>
#1. "the non-jew didn't mean to offend"
this was the subject line of an email i got from some asshat (thanks for the word, leelee) on lamedate who sent me an email. the f-wit lives in Chicago and is IRISH CATHOLIC. i paid $40 to read that email - had to re-sign (or is it resign) to lame date to see who emailed me. i sent him a note telling him thanks for being interested but i'm on this site so i can meet jewish people not CATHOLICS. and that if i wanted to meet a christian i'd go to match.com. of course he responded...jack ass.
#2. the normal date didn't want to go out again
so last week i had what i thought was my first normal date in 4 years. turns out normalcy = non-stalker in my opinion. i sent Cappy (so named b/c he had a hat on in his pic and showed up in a hat) an email saying i'd go out again, but if he wasn't in to it - no worries. cappy said he wanted to, and considering what a big deal he made out of finding honesty important, i believed him. at least until he bailed at the last minute on the day we were going out. um, pretty sure you can't get an easier out than email. also i am deducting points from him for the lamest excuse ever "the server went down at work"... the day after thanksgiving. considering i'm somewhat of an expert at getting out of dates, i have to say that excuse is way over used.
#3 princess is a stupid liar
she put me through the roller trying to switch travel plans a few weeks ago supposedly b/c she had friends coming in town...but thne maybe it was b/c her husband was going to travel and we know she can't be home alone. this morning she told me that her friends left...today. um, pretty sure she could've traveled this week then. princess, i dub you a LIAR and bitch. oh, and pathetic b/c she was back working at gmi again today. supposedly she gets too lonely workin gat home. i really wonder though what any of the f-lay execs or gmi execs would think about her working there. oh that's right, no one at my company - at gmi anyway - thinks there are any issues with this.
#4. what's the speed limit in texas?
does anyone know this? b/c there aren't any signs on the highway - just on the frontage roads. i know i'm going to get pulled over one of these days, although b/c it's texas it'll prob be b/c i'm going too slow.
#5 now i'm tired
and i have to go check those emails so i'll have to write more tomorrow...
*although shout out to aimee b for getting a job with people who will appreciate her!!! (other than me and gina lynn) :>
Monday, November 17, 2008
Jenny and the Mustang
Well, kids, I know it’s been a while, but working from home wears a girl out. As usual I don’t have a long story in me, but I will share with you the last few adventures in my life!
1. The Mustang
Oh yeah, I’m in Plano tonight and Hertz gave me a Mustang. Yep, 5’4 me, driving a fricking Mustang; no it’s not a convertible. Like I need that kind of distraction trying not to get killed by Texas drivers. What a waste of horse power – you know, on the girl who hates driving rental cars in strange places. Although, even I can appreciate the beauty of this car. Vroom!!
2. Partying like I’m 13 again
Saturday night the JFed had an adult Bar/Bat Mitzvah party. I went on my own, and managed to survive. Saw some peeps from High School; met some girls to have lunch with; avoided the old guy (he now comes to these events, blech); and my personal favorite – discovered why the derma douche bag didn’t like me. I actually saw him animated and talking to a girl! But a blonde, tiny girl. Candee K, hairstylist extraordinaire, said she could make me a blonde. I told her that was true, but she’d also have to suck out half my personality and give me a lobotomy so I could stand being with him for more than 15 minutes. If I’m going to have elective surgery, I’d rather lipo my arse.
There was also a psychic at the party. By the time I got to her it was almost time for her to go. Long story, short, she looked at my palms for like 30 seconds and then basically told me it was time to put Princess in her place. She didn’t name Prissy, but told me that I had a situation that was causing conflict and that while I like to be polite, it’s time to lay down the law! Needless to say, I took her card and might be paying her a visit in the future.
3. I LOVE Hotel Nylo
Okay, kind of out of order, but I love, love, LOVE the new hotel I’m staying at in the SWC – smelly water city. It’s super modern, think W, but inexpensive and they keep upgrading me to the hypo-allergenic room!!! And today, they left me a little stuffed teddy bear to take home!!! If you’re in a city they have a hotel, you should def check it out www.nylohotels.com
4. The Needy Guy
Last week I met, went out once, and broke up with a new guy. Seriously, I had to actually break up with the freako.
Tried a new dating site. IM’d with him, seemed normal, went out – had a lot of fun. Wasn’t necessarily super attracted to him, but would’ve gone out again… at least until he IM’d me all day long the day after we went out, AND we were going to meet up again that night (only b/c otherwise it would’ve been close to a week until we could go out again).
First, he IM’d me something that was a sexual innuendo. Now I’m not a prude, but 10am is a little early for smut; which I told him. Then I told him that I needed to work and I’d chat with him later. He lasted about 15 minutes before I got this crucial message from him “do you like Smallville?” an hour later I IM’d him back that I’d seen a few episodes, and why? It’s his favorite show. He wanted to know if I liked it.
Again, I tried to get him to go away so I could work – and yes, I know I didn’t have to answer him, but it was distracting – and he didn’t. he then wanted to know, I kid you not, what he should wear out that night. WTF. I told him clothing. He asked, “don’t you have a preference?” I said, no, I didn’t, that it wasn’t my thing. That’s a girlfriend thing and we met YESTERDAY. Okay, I didn’t put it in all caps, but I did say it. he kind of meekly went away for about 2 minutes, then came back to say he was going to shower and not to think about him in the shower. Um, wasn’t going to. Thanks for the gross image, though, and did I mention that I was trying to work!
Later in the afternoon I decided to bail on the date, and sent him both an IM and a text. An hour later he answers some smart ass remark about how at least he got to meet me before there was a cancellation and then wrote “see ya.”
Hmm, most people, myself included would take that ‘see ya’ to mean – not gonna hear from him again. Oh no, he IM’d the next day to see if I wanted to reschedule. Needless to say, I did not, and although he tried to argue with me, eventually, finally, he went away.
1. The Mustang
Oh yeah, I’m in Plano tonight and Hertz gave me a Mustang. Yep, 5’4 me, driving a fricking Mustang; no it’s not a convertible. Like I need that kind of distraction trying not to get killed by Texas drivers. What a waste of horse power – you know, on the girl who hates driving rental cars in strange places. Although, even I can appreciate the beauty of this car. Vroom!!
2. Partying like I’m 13 again
Saturday night the JFed had an adult Bar/Bat Mitzvah party. I went on my own, and managed to survive. Saw some peeps from High School; met some girls to have lunch with; avoided the old guy (he now comes to these events, blech); and my personal favorite – discovered why the derma douche bag didn’t like me. I actually saw him animated and talking to a girl! But a blonde, tiny girl. Candee K, hairstylist extraordinaire, said she could make me a blonde. I told her that was true, but she’d also have to suck out half my personality and give me a lobotomy so I could stand being with him for more than 15 minutes. If I’m going to have elective surgery, I’d rather lipo my arse.
There was also a psychic at the party. By the time I got to her it was almost time for her to go. Long story, short, she looked at my palms for like 30 seconds and then basically told me it was time to put Princess in her place. She didn’t name Prissy, but told me that I had a situation that was causing conflict and that while I like to be polite, it’s time to lay down the law! Needless to say, I took her card and might be paying her a visit in the future.
3. I LOVE Hotel Nylo
Okay, kind of out of order, but I love, love, LOVE the new hotel I’m staying at in the SWC – smelly water city. It’s super modern, think W, but inexpensive and they keep upgrading me to the hypo-allergenic room!!! And today, they left me a little stuffed teddy bear to take home!!! If you’re in a city they have a hotel, you should def check it out www.nylohotels.com
4. The Needy Guy
Last week I met, went out once, and broke up with a new guy. Seriously, I had to actually break up with the freako.
Tried a new dating site. IM’d with him, seemed normal, went out – had a lot of fun. Wasn’t necessarily super attracted to him, but would’ve gone out again… at least until he IM’d me all day long the day after we went out, AND we were going to meet up again that night (only b/c otherwise it would’ve been close to a week until we could go out again).
First, he IM’d me something that was a sexual innuendo. Now I’m not a prude, but 10am is a little early for smut; which I told him. Then I told him that I needed to work and I’d chat with him later. He lasted about 15 minutes before I got this crucial message from him “do you like Smallville?” an hour later I IM’d him back that I’d seen a few episodes, and why? It’s his favorite show. He wanted to know if I liked it.
Again, I tried to get him to go away so I could work – and yes, I know I didn’t have to answer him, but it was distracting – and he didn’t. he then wanted to know, I kid you not, what he should wear out that night. WTF. I told him clothing. He asked, “don’t you have a preference?” I said, no, I didn’t, that it wasn’t my thing. That’s a girlfriend thing and we met YESTERDAY. Okay, I didn’t put it in all caps, but I did say it. he kind of meekly went away for about 2 minutes, then came back to say he was going to shower and not to think about him in the shower. Um, wasn’t going to. Thanks for the gross image, though, and did I mention that I was trying to work!
Later in the afternoon I decided to bail on the date, and sent him both an IM and a text. An hour later he answers some smart ass remark about how at least he got to meet me before there was a cancellation and then wrote “see ya.”
Hmm, most people, myself included would take that ‘see ya’ to mean – not gonna hear from him again. Oh no, he IM’d the next day to see if I wanted to reschedule. Needless to say, I did not, and although he tried to argue with me, eventually, finally, he went away.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Clear support I'm an Idiot!
um, guessing it might help if I actually attach the pics I mentioned in my earlier post.
have also added in a pic from last weekend's white trash halloween party.
Working from home: Day 1
So today is the first day I’m officially working from home…or rather it’s my first week of working from home. I’m not sure I’m doing too well. It could be that it’s gorgeous out, or it could be that I’m exhausted from a fantastic All Hallow’s Eve with Leah: see attached pics. We were fabulous!!
Regardless, I have zero motivation today. Mondays and I were never very compatible. I’m glad to see that’s still the case. I’m also very happy that I no longer have Sunday night dread. Now if I could just get to bed at a decent hour. Last night I watched Family Guy reruns, read the longest intro email from some guy on the harmful site (it was so long I almost fell asleep while reading it) and then tried to sleep while Gracie hogged the bed. Yes, the other day I gave in and let the pup sleep on a towel on the bed. The towel was supposed to keep the dog hair from getting all over the bed. It’s good in theory but not when I wake up to find her horizontally sprawled across the bed. However, it did explain why I was curled into a ball. And now I have to figure out how to get her off the bed and not hurt her feelings…and yes, I realize how that sounds.
Hmm, I really got off topic. Anyway right now I’m at my neighborhood Dunn Bros for coffee. Unfortunately the cute guy isn’t working today. Boo. Tomorrow I get to vote, but really I get relief from all the damn political ads. I think the words “ad nauseum” came from political ads. I will be SO happy when the election is over. Oh, and here’s a question: Obama is planning a victory rally with 65,000 people in Chicago. What happens if he doesn’t win? And please note, I said “if” he doesn’t win, not “when” he doesn’t. My prediction goes to him, but really I figure no matter who we get for President it’s all a big crapshoot if they can actually do anything to fix the country.
That said, I shall go back to my coffee and my What Not To Wear outfit of loungey clothes and a sweater coat – thanks, Gap! If I can make it through one more hour of work – actual work, not blog work – then G Lou and I will hit the dog park.
Happy voting!
Regardless, I have zero motivation today. Mondays and I were never very compatible. I’m glad to see that’s still the case. I’m also very happy that I no longer have Sunday night dread. Now if I could just get to bed at a decent hour. Last night I watched Family Guy reruns, read the longest intro email from some guy on the harmful site (it was so long I almost fell asleep while reading it) and then tried to sleep while Gracie hogged the bed. Yes, the other day I gave in and let the pup sleep on a towel on the bed. The towel was supposed to keep the dog hair from getting all over the bed. It’s good in theory but not when I wake up to find her horizontally sprawled across the bed. However, it did explain why I was curled into a ball. And now I have to figure out how to get her off the bed and not hurt her feelings…and yes, I realize how that sounds.
Hmm, I really got off topic. Anyway right now I’m at my neighborhood Dunn Bros for coffee. Unfortunately the cute guy isn’t working today. Boo. Tomorrow I get to vote, but really I get relief from all the damn political ads. I think the words “ad nauseum” came from political ads. I will be SO happy when the election is over. Oh, and here’s a question: Obama is planning a victory rally with 65,000 people in Chicago. What happens if he doesn’t win? And please note, I said “if” he doesn’t win, not “when” he doesn’t. My prediction goes to him, but really I figure no matter who we get for President it’s all a big crapshoot if they can actually do anything to fix the country.
That said, I shall go back to my coffee and my What Not To Wear outfit of loungey clothes and a sweater coat – thanks, Gap! If I can make it through one more hour of work – actual work, not blog work – then G Lou and I will hit the dog park.
Happy voting!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Things that don't make sense
1. Why the water in Plano is so ridiculously nasty
I tried Google and Ask.com and can't figure out what the deal is.
2. Why F-Lay doesn't have plastic tops for their to go cups
Seriously, this makes no sense. If someone is grabbing a to-go cup, then most likely they'll be drinking at their desk...near their computer. Do they really want people spilling onto their computers? And if it's some sort of sustainability issue then maybe they should FILTER THE WATER so we stop buying multiple bottles of water each day. Am guessing that water bottles are worse for the environment than plastic tops.
3. That I wouldn't drink the fresh brewed Iced Tea because it was made from - you guessed it! - fricking Plano drinking water. But I did have a soda with ice.
4. Why no one comments on my entries
Am I not funny anymore? Or is everyone too busy to read up on my escapades. Oh look, it's a tear..sliding down on my computer...but at least it's not soda...or plano water.
I tried Google and Ask.com and can't figure out what the deal is.
2. Why F-Lay doesn't have plastic tops for their to go cups
Seriously, this makes no sense. If someone is grabbing a to-go cup, then most likely they'll be drinking at their desk...near their computer. Do they really want people spilling onto their computers? And if it's some sort of sustainability issue then maybe they should FILTER THE WATER so we stop buying multiple bottles of water each day. Am guessing that water bottles are worse for the environment than plastic tops.
3. That I wouldn't drink the fresh brewed Iced Tea because it was made from - you guessed it! - fricking Plano drinking water. But I did have a soda with ice.
4. Why no one comments on my entries
Am I not funny anymore? Or is everyone too busy to read up on my escapades. Oh look, it's a tear..sliding down on my computer...but at least it's not soda...or plano water.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Sitting in a Plano hotel room - Week 2
here it is week 2 in plano, and this week's trip has been a little chaotic, to say the least. i'd love to put together a nice story, but it's either a list of incidents or nothing. so here goes :)
- planes, traines and automobiles: never, ever, EVER use Hertz's f-ing NeverLost gps system. basically it should be called the Always Lost. last night i tried using it and it took me the opposite direction i needed to go. then it directed me to exit 448A/McKinney & Grapevine. first of all, there's not only no 448A exit, there's no f-ing Grapevine road either! i'd ask pardon for all the f-ings, but considering i dropped the f-bomb twice while freaking out on the phone to the parents, i just don't think it's necessary.
- i'd also like to mention that the roads on the, wait for it...president george bush turnpike...are raised, as in very high off the ground. it's like riding a roller coaster. i don't normally don't have a fear of heights, but this was so bad it gave me vertigo. i didn't think it was possible to get car sick while doing the actual driving of a car - last night i found out otherwise. guess i should've known nothing good could come from the president george bush turnpike.
- the hotel this week is called the NYLO. it's fabulous - i must give a shout-out. it's modern, and cool, and i've been upgraded to the "pure loft" which means the whole room is hypo-allergenic. it's literally the cleanest hotel room i've ever stayed in. for the first time in years of travel, i actually sat on TOP of the bedspread.
- 'course after enjoying my clean room, i accidentally set my alarm for 630 p.m.
- then the pair of pants i brought to wear today didn't work because they don't fit. would've been nice if i'd remembered that before i packed.
- it was supposed to be around 68 degrees today. when i left the hotel i thought it was overkill to grab my new pink shiny vest. turns out as i strolled out in a sleeveless vest, short-sleeve sweater and open-toe shoes i realized it was actually 45 degrees.
- as i was running errands before the airport yesterday, my tire pressure light came on. had to meet Dad at the gas station in the freezing rain. this morning on my way to work, the same light came on in the rental car. let me also note that this light caused me issues last year in cincinnati. some people of blood pressure issues, i have tire pressure issues.
- went to work. managed to spill multiple parts of my breakfast on myself. have also mysteriously lost my work notebook. boss called as i was at the car rental place (after trying for 30 min to find it) and it wasn't possible to sound more flustered. i'm sure that was very reassuring to a man who just got a new team, with no experience, and is on vacation. 'course this is also after being 10 min late last week on our first morning b/c the clock in the hotel room was set 10 min fast, but i was going by my cell.
- speaking of, the clock here in the hotel is also set fast. so far what i've learned of plano is this: don't drive on the GB turnpike w/o an airsick bag, do NOT drink the water...or smell it, and all the clocks are set faster than the rest of the country and even the tv stations.
And that my friends is the end of day one, week 2 in plano.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Where oh where has my litle dog gone?
Today I am officially hitting 'crazy dog mom' status. I've been online looking for Gracie on the Bow Wow web cams, and the pup is nowhere to be seen.
So far I'm managing to not call and ask how she's doing. I've had Gracie for close to a year, I should be weaned by now. If I'm this bad about my dog, what on earth would I be like with a child? Not that we need to worry about that, it's been so long since I've had a decent date, I think I've forgotten what that's like.
On a diff note, today is day two on the new job. Bossman has abandoned us for a 9-4pm meeting - sucks to be him! but we were here at 8am and will be here until dinner at 6:30pm. Um, I'm exhausted already. The Courtyard Marriott Plano pretty much sucks. I dont' mind a Courtyard, but this one is borderline clean, and the water has a smell! This morning it was like showering in lake water. As usual Princess was dressed to the nines so my Frumpy Mouse persona is in high gear this morning. She said she would drive the rental car, but shock, she hasn't. It's been me the whole time. On the plus side, since I feel I should be nice, she hasn't been awful yet. We just have very different personalities. She asks tons of questions ALL the time, whereas I like to sit back and assess the situation first. Oh well, at least I conserve energy by letting her yap. I'm def looking forward to being down here on my own - just to do my own thing.
And that's all the news that's fit to print at 9:27am - other than, I miss my jobs where I didn't even arrive until 9:27am!
So far I'm managing to not call and ask how she's doing. I've had Gracie for close to a year, I should be weaned by now. If I'm this bad about my dog, what on earth would I be like with a child? Not that we need to worry about that, it's been so long since I've had a decent date, I think I've forgotten what that's like.
On a diff note, today is day two on the new job. Bossman has abandoned us for a 9-4pm meeting - sucks to be him! but we were here at 8am and will be here until dinner at 6:30pm. Um, I'm exhausted already. The Courtyard Marriott Plano pretty much sucks. I dont' mind a Courtyard, but this one is borderline clean, and the water has a smell! This morning it was like showering in lake water. As usual Princess was dressed to the nines so my Frumpy Mouse persona is in high gear this morning. She said she would drive the rental car, but shock, she hasn't. It's been me the whole time. On the plus side, since I feel I should be nice, she hasn't been awful yet. We just have very different personalities. She asks tons of questions ALL the time, whereas I like to sit back and assess the situation first. Oh well, at least I conserve energy by letting her yap. I'm def looking forward to being down here on my own - just to do my own thing.
And that's all the news that's fit to print at 9:27am - other than, I miss my jobs where I didn't even arrive until 9:27am!
Monday, October 20, 2008
Greetings from a hotel room in Plano, TX
sorry to not have written in a week, things have been ridiculously crazy. to update, last tuesday i got transferred to a new team and a new dept and am now working part-time from home and part-time from plano, tx. yeehaw. yes, it seems like a good opportunity. no, i wasn't "asked" if i wanted this. supposedly it's a three month assignment, but everytime we (oh yeah, foreign girl is on assignment too) ask about the three months we get a differnent answer. tonight's answer was at least february. at least our new boss a) knows how to manage people - the last one literally had a personality change he was so happy he didn't have anyone reporting to him - and b) is honest about the timing. he told us he'd like to keep up for a new dept...whatever. i'm in it till i hate it. so, with my timing, that could be a week ;)
so tonight i'm in texas till thursday, then i turn around and come back on sunday night. thankfully, then i'm home for two weeks. gracie lou has been sentenced to camp bow wow for the week as mom fell and broke her ankle and got stuck in georgia - LONG story. she's never boarded somewhere where she'd have to sleep in a kennel. she was all excited to go to daycare this morning, i on the other hand, almost cried. i was "that girl" today who was all concerned about her precious pup. oh well.
i could write more about how our planed this morning was delayed almost two hours and that by the time we got to the office it was 4pm and new boss had us work on setting up our new wireless cards - the kind where i can literally get a wireless connection anywhere. super cool, but def a super leash for work. anyhoo, i could write about that, but i'm tired and am actually thinking about going to bed early - a new concept for me.
before i go, i need to give a HUGE shout-out to Leah and her Mom, Triple B, and their amazing job on our Halloween costumes. Leelee and I are going as the Jolly Green Giant and Sprout - oh yeah, I'm Sprout - and she and her mom made the most perfect, most hysterical costumes. (hmm, ricky from My So Called Life is on Raising the Bar) Thank you Lee!! They are awesome :)_
so tonight i'm in texas till thursday, then i turn around and come back on sunday night. thankfully, then i'm home for two weeks. gracie lou has been sentenced to camp bow wow for the week as mom fell and broke her ankle and got stuck in georgia - LONG story. she's never boarded somewhere where she'd have to sleep in a kennel. she was all excited to go to daycare this morning, i on the other hand, almost cried. i was "that girl" today who was all concerned about her precious pup. oh well.
i could write more about how our planed this morning was delayed almost two hours and that by the time we got to the office it was 4pm and new boss had us work on setting up our new wireless cards - the kind where i can literally get a wireless connection anywhere. super cool, but def a super leash for work. anyhoo, i could write about that, but i'm tired and am actually thinking about going to bed early - a new concept for me.
before i go, i need to give a HUGE shout-out to Leah and her Mom, Triple B, and their amazing job on our Halloween costumes. Leelee and I are going as the Jolly Green Giant and Sprout - oh yeah, I'm Sprout - and she and her mom made the most perfect, most hysterical costumes. (hmm, ricky from My So Called Life is on Raising the Bar) Thank you Lee!! They are awesome :)_
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
This Week Is Kicking My Arse
Sorry to not have written all week - this week is seriously kicking my ass and it's only Wednesday. I have the attnetion span of a gnat right now, and am now so lazy i'm not going to use capitalization or fix the typo right above this sentence.
here's what's been going on...
mi casa: closed last week, painted and moved some stuff in this week. my favorite was saturday. dad and i take the rented van, pick up a table from hom furniture and hit the storage unit. i have a list of boxes i want to get, but of course they're all the ones buried in the back. dad reads me a number (of the very detailed box that lindy made for me while i was in the motherland) and i say "yea" or "nea" or b/c it's me "umm, i guess we can take that one. it's not on the list , but we can take it." thus dad says we're not taking anything b/c that's why we have movers coming next week.
then five minutes after he loads the van, he says "anything else you want to bring?" um, no.
we proceed to the house, unload - thanks to the Davis Fam for stopping by, and lindy says to me - want to bring anything else? No, people! we hired movers for a reason.
gracie met a new friend when a pit/lab/who-knows mix ran on over. her name is bailey, and her mom's name is amy. amy and i had a lovely chat while gracie and bailery played "dominant dog." i felt kind of bad for grace as she was NOT dominant dog. sorry pup :(
sunday was cousin dan's b'day - shout out to the old man!
unfortunately sunday was also the day i was besieged by the beginning of the fatigue plague. don't ask what that is b/c i have no idea. all i know is that from sunday until last night i had ridiculous fatigue. it was so bad that yesterday my boss told me that if i needed to go home, i should feel free to leave whenever. i was out the door before he finished his sentence.
today is my only full day in the office. tomorrow is Yom Kippur, and then friday i move. depending on how things go this weekend, i may work from home on monday too. spend a little qt (quality time for you old folks) in 'jen's media room.' oh yes, i've named one of my rooms.
hmm, i only have 8 minutes until m&d arrive to whisk me away to services...not a whole lot else to report. tomorrow we're doing break the fast at josh's in-laws... so i'll be drinking. i've actually been on the wagon for several weeks, but learned long ago that outings at their home require booze. guess that means i might have my last official car pool with m&d.
okay, just got the call that m&d are almost here. time to make a run for it!
here's what's been going on...
mi casa: closed last week, painted and moved some stuff in this week. my favorite was saturday. dad and i take the rented van, pick up a table from hom furniture and hit the storage unit. i have a list of boxes i want to get, but of course they're all the ones buried in the back. dad reads me a number (of the very detailed box that lindy made for me while i was in the motherland) and i say "yea" or "nea" or b/c it's me "umm, i guess we can take that one. it's not on the list , but we can take it." thus dad says we're not taking anything b/c that's why we have movers coming next week.
then five minutes after he loads the van, he says "anything else you want to bring?" um, no.
we proceed to the house, unload - thanks to the Davis Fam for stopping by, and lindy says to me - want to bring anything else? No, people! we hired movers for a reason.
gracie met a new friend when a pit/lab/who-knows mix ran on over. her name is bailey, and her mom's name is amy. amy and i had a lovely chat while gracie and bailery played "dominant dog." i felt kind of bad for grace as she was NOT dominant dog. sorry pup :(
sunday was cousin dan's b'day - shout out to the old man!
unfortunately sunday was also the day i was besieged by the beginning of the fatigue plague. don't ask what that is b/c i have no idea. all i know is that from sunday until last night i had ridiculous fatigue. it was so bad that yesterday my boss told me that if i needed to go home, i should feel free to leave whenever. i was out the door before he finished his sentence.
today is my only full day in the office. tomorrow is Yom Kippur, and then friday i move. depending on how things go this weekend, i may work from home on monday too. spend a little qt (quality time for you old folks) in 'jen's media room.' oh yes, i've named one of my rooms.
hmm, i only have 8 minutes until m&d arrive to whisk me away to services...not a whole lot else to report. tomorrow we're doing break the fast at josh's in-laws... so i'll be drinking. i've actually been on the wagon for several weeks, but learned long ago that outings at their home require booze. guess that means i might have my last official car pool with m&d.
okay, just got the call that m&d are almost here. time to make a run for it!
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Surveys about workplace goofing off are under-represented
Cleary these studies that say people blow off 1-2 hours every day haven't ever talked to advertising people. Even my brother commented yesterday that he can't figure out how it works in marketing and advertising b/c it seems like we're always bored or slow. Mostly the work is cyclical but when planning sessions are over and /or there's a recession - it's thumb twiddling time for all!
It seems i'm a bad dog mom today. i totally forgot to relay Gracie's adventures with the Dog Communicator. Mucho thanks to Leah for writing about this and thus triggering my memory. So the Dog Communicator...she didn't show up. The website said she'd be there from 11-5, and Lee also callled to try and make an appt. She's not much of a communicator b/c she never called back. After severe disappointment, compounded by the fact that for the first time ever Gracie wasn't fawned over when she walked into a pet store; they all went for Rigley. Gracie seemed very confused why everyone bypassed her for a 3 month old Lab. To her, he's just a little boy with a mighty big crush on her. It's okay, though. She made up for it by trying to steal his bone later in the day.
After a few dog purchases, Leelee, Rigs, Gracie and I rambled over to Old Chicago where they not only opened the patio for us, they let us have the dogs out there. Talk about exhaustion! These two pups are more crazy than a pair of toddlers who just learned how to walk. They ran back and forth all over the patio for at least 45 minutes. Here's a short example:
Put water dish down on ground. Gracie comes over for a drink. Then Rigs squeezes in. Then Rigs grabs the water dish as his new toy. We pick the water dish up. Give the kids, a squeaky bone - they wrestle. Lee gives Rigs a busybone; Gracie steals it. I give the bone back to Rigs adn give Gracie the squeaky bone. She steals the busybone back. On and on and on.
The dogs did have a very fun time wrestling, though, and it should be very interesting to see what happens next time they get together as Rigs will be close if not the same weight as Gracie.
It seems i'm a bad dog mom today. i totally forgot to relay Gracie's adventures with the Dog Communicator. Mucho thanks to Leah for writing about this and thus triggering my memory. So the Dog Communicator...she didn't show up. The website said she'd be there from 11-5, and Lee also callled to try and make an appt. She's not much of a communicator b/c she never called back. After severe disappointment, compounded by the fact that for the first time ever Gracie wasn't fawned over when she walked into a pet store; they all went for Rigley. Gracie seemed very confused why everyone bypassed her for a 3 month old Lab. To her, he's just a little boy with a mighty big crush on her. It's okay, though. She made up for it by trying to steal his bone later in the day.
After a few dog purchases, Leelee, Rigs, Gracie and I rambled over to Old Chicago where they not only opened the patio for us, they let us have the dogs out there. Talk about exhaustion! These two pups are more crazy than a pair of toddlers who just learned how to walk. They ran back and forth all over the patio for at least 45 minutes. Here's a short example:
Put water dish down on ground. Gracie comes over for a drink. Then Rigs squeezes in. Then Rigs grabs the water dish as his new toy. We pick the water dish up. Give the kids, a squeaky bone - they wrestle. Lee gives Rigs a busybone; Gracie steals it. I give the bone back to Rigs adn give Gracie the squeaky bone. She steals the busybone back. On and on and on.
The dogs did have a very fun time wrestling, though, and it should be very interesting to see what happens next time they get together as Rigs will be close if not the same weight as Gracie.
I'm officially an adult
Well, it's official. I'm an adult. As of 1pm yesterday, I am a homeowner and thus my sole purpose in life is to make sure I can make my mortgage payments. No one actually tells you that when you buy a house. they (i'm too tired for capitalization) say that you sign your life away, but not that you have this need to make sure you stay employed, for example, b/c you know own something. what's funny is that in theory lots of people get their first starter house, and aim to keep it five years. i got a puppy, and had to commit to at least 15 years on her application. you'd think therefore that a dog is scarier to commitment phobes than a house. not so much.
i do have to say the house is fabulous! 'course i'm not sure where the workout area will be as "jen's media room" doesn't have alot of space. oh that's right, i'm making a media room out of my loft. HUGE couch and new flat-screen tv w/ lots of cable, not to mention finally getting my dvr back (2 1/2 months w/o a dvr is tooooo long).
the cleaners and locksmith are there now...with super mom! saturday will move some stuff from storage and everything will move next friday. friday will be my first night home alone. some of you might want to keep your cell phones on...
what else is going on..? gracie is doing better. she had pink eye on tuesday and scared the heck out of me. i know it's just pink eye, but she looked so sad gazing up at me with one normal big brown eye and one swollen, oozing pinkish brown eye. yes, i said oozing. it didnt' help that the vet kept her for almost 8 hours and i had flashbacks of when minnie was in her car accident and had to stay in a tiny cage at the vet. poor puppy! we have a check-up on saturday, but i think she's doing fine.
that's all i can think of for today, or at least this morning. it's a quiet day, but rather peaceful as not many people seem to be here. this is good as i barely had the motivation to make it here myself.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Poor Princess and Tales from a Happy Hour
This morning I’m wondering if it’s possible to physically maim yourself from too much fake-niceness. That, or how many years I would get if I maimed Princess. I just find her beyond irritating, maybe because it’s hard to respect someone in their mid-thirties who doesn’t know how to do laundry and complains that her condo in downtown Minneapolis, with its $700/month association fees, won’t sell now that she’s moved into her newly built home in Eagan. Or it could because she says things like “Oh, I didn’t know you were here today” when I got in before her. Or when I’m talking to one of our VPs about books, and she comes up all pouty saying she’s lost an earring. Um, take off your fake zebra print stilettos, get on the floor and look for it. But I digress.
Last night I went to my first JC Happy Hour. What’s JC, you ask. It stands for the Jew Crew; a name my Cinci friends came up with to distinguish between the different people I hung out with. The Happy Hour was at Psycho Suzie’s in Northeast. Pretty sure I’ve never been to Northeast before last night. TomTom led me quite astray, and I had to backtrack when the Lowry bridge was closed. Look, I sound like I know what I’m talking about…I really don’t. cousin Steph and I went together and as we walked in, I found the added surprise of seeing my brother there! For the first time ever, someone said to him, “Are you Jen’s brother?” Ha! That’s what he gets after years of me being asked if I’m Josh’s sister.
The happy hour wasn’t too painful until a guy I’d gone out with once when I first moved back showed up. Can’t remember if I wrote about him – I called him Old Guy (not the 50 year old, someone else) – but I did my best to avoid talking to him. I really didn’t want one of those “So, how come you never called” or “we should go out again” comments. The fact is, I just wasn’t that in to him. This was not helped by him 1. trying to psychoanalyze me on our first date 2. him basically asking why I’ve never been married on said date 3. him calling me, having nothing to say, and then being distracted by watching telly when he called and the final nail 4. calling me on a Friday night to chat while he drives to Milwaukee for the weekend. Hi, my name is Jen. I have a life, so don’t call me on a Friday night and expect me to be home, available and willing to talk about nothing.
Steph said maybe he wouldn’t recognize me. I told her that wasn’t going to happen as he knows Josh, and knows he’s my brother. It also didn’t help when I overheard the words “dating” coming from their corner and at some point Josh pointed to me. Oops.
Other highlights included overhearing a guy introduce himself to new friend, Barb, who was the HH coordinator, and say he graduated high school in 2004!!!! WTF. I swear I got a gray hair just hearing that! Well, if I didn’t “enhance” my hair color I would’ve gotten a gray hair. As Steph put it, when her brother asked if I’d ‘met’ anyone, it would’ve been hard when the median age of the guys there was 21. And let me be clear, I’m not a cougar yet. At this point, I’m just looking to make friends in the city – guys and girls. I can only make the family hang out with me so much before they’ll be exhausted and annoyed.
On the way home, I have to admit I had a little PHHTD – post happy hour trauma disorder. I mean a girl can only take so many stories of hearing about people who are married with kids blah blah blah, while trying to avoid the guys that have looked at her or dated her on lamedate.com. Thankfully, coming up w/ my latest acronym entertained me immensely and I bounced back.
On a different note, this weekend looks to bring some serious entertainment. Tomorrow Leah, Rigley, Gracie and I are going to see the pet communicator. We get to ask 5 questions and hear the answers from the dogs. It should be well worth $20 of entertainment. Then we’re venturing downtown to watch the Badger game with a new JC friend.
On that note, I shall leave you with another Snoopy pic since I do enjoy the Beagle!
Last night I went to my first JC Happy Hour. What’s JC, you ask. It stands for the Jew Crew; a name my Cinci friends came up with to distinguish between the different people I hung out with. The Happy Hour was at Psycho Suzie’s in Northeast. Pretty sure I’ve never been to Northeast before last night. TomTom led me quite astray, and I had to backtrack when the Lowry bridge was closed. Look, I sound like I know what I’m talking about…I really don’t. cousin Steph and I went together and as we walked in, I found the added surprise of seeing my brother there! For the first time ever, someone said to him, “Are you Jen’s brother?” Ha! That’s what he gets after years of me being asked if I’m Josh’s sister.
The happy hour wasn’t too painful until a guy I’d gone out with once when I first moved back showed up. Can’t remember if I wrote about him – I called him Old Guy (not the 50 year old, someone else) – but I did my best to avoid talking to him. I really didn’t want one of those “So, how come you never called” or “we should go out again” comments. The fact is, I just wasn’t that in to him. This was not helped by him 1. trying to psychoanalyze me on our first date 2. him basically asking why I’ve never been married on said date 3. him calling me, having nothing to say, and then being distracted by watching telly when he called and the final nail 4. calling me on a Friday night to chat while he drives to Milwaukee for the weekend. Hi, my name is Jen. I have a life, so don’t call me on a Friday night and expect me to be home, available and willing to talk about nothing.
Steph said maybe he wouldn’t recognize me. I told her that wasn’t going to happen as he knows Josh, and knows he’s my brother. It also didn’t help when I overheard the words “dating” coming from their corner and at some point Josh pointed to me. Oops.
Other highlights included overhearing a guy introduce himself to new friend, Barb, who was the HH coordinator, and say he graduated high school in 2004!!!! WTF. I swear I got a gray hair just hearing that! Well, if I didn’t “enhance” my hair color I would’ve gotten a gray hair. As Steph put it, when her brother asked if I’d ‘met’ anyone, it would’ve been hard when the median age of the guys there was 21. And let me be clear, I’m not a cougar yet. At this point, I’m just looking to make friends in the city – guys and girls. I can only make the family hang out with me so much before they’ll be exhausted and annoyed.
On the way home, I have to admit I had a little PHHTD – post happy hour trauma disorder. I mean a girl can only take so many stories of hearing about people who are married with kids blah blah blah, while trying to avoid the guys that have looked at her or dated her on lamedate.com. Thankfully, coming up w/ my latest acronym entertained me immensely and I bounced back.
On a different note, this weekend looks to bring some serious entertainment. Tomorrow Leah, Rigley, Gracie and I are going to see the pet communicator. We get to ask 5 questions and hear the answers from the dogs. It should be well worth $20 of entertainment. Then we’re venturing downtown to watch the Badger game with a new JC friend.
On that note, I shall leave you with another Snoopy pic since I do enjoy the Beagle!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Too bored for a clever headline
Today was another fabulous day of sitting at my desk doing nothing. It’s bad enough that apparently I’m the outcast at work, but now we don’t actually have work to do. I have been as proactive as possible and have asked to help out another team, but that, like everything here, is “still being worked out.” In my ideal scenario, I would work remotely on a different client, one that has work to be done, and get to work from home. Many people tell me that working from home isn’t fun – but let me just say that working here ain’t that much fun either. Apologies for those of you who didn’t know there was more going on here than just rude people. We also have a software program that doesn’t work, and people constantly joke about us getting fired. I know it’s crazy, but I just don’t find it funny – not when it’s been going on since my first week here. Oh well.
On to something funny I forgot to report yesterday. And I should warn you that this isn’t my most PC entry.
This weekend I was walking Gracie in my parents’ neighborhood, and there’s a house where an Asian family lives. On this particular night, the old grandfather was out riding his bike. He saw Gracie and me and gave us a strange look. That reminded me about how the Chinese (and no, I have no idea if they’re actually Chinese) like to eat dogs. I started thinking two things: 1. he better not look at Gracie and think “free meal” and 2. does he think it’s odd that I’m walking my “dinner?” This of course led me to wonder if walking a dog to Chinese people is as strange as walking a chicken on a leash would be to Americans. Then my imagination really took off and I wondered if Gracie ever ran away and this man, who was still staring at us, found Gracie, would he eat her…Needless to say I distracted myself rather quickly.
Back to this morning we had another fun “snub Jen” day. Disgruntled Girl (Megan, b/c I no longer care about her identity) suggested to Foreign Girl (Her name is Gaby but I’m going to call her Princess b/c she’s such a high maintenance fruit cake) that “we” (meaning the lunch gang) should go out to lunch today. Princess said she couldn’t b/c she had a doctor’s appt – no lie, for a tummy ache she got after having a milkshake yesterday. I said, that I could go! And then Megan said, “Oh, I should probably eat the sandwich I brought.” Wow. It’s fun here.
Both Leah and Steph say I shouldn’t care what these girls do, and in theory I don’t. It just continues to amaze me at their blatant rudeness. My mgr came over later and asked Princess if I’d given her the update of what was going on (she’d been in Mexico for a few days). She sort of mumbled that I had, I just kind of nodded. What I really wanted to say was “No. Why the f- would I talk to her?” Oh well, I’ll just click my heels and repeat “maybe I can work from home, maybe I can work from home, maybe I can work from home” and hope something happens.
And now, my friends, I shall take my cranky pants and go spread joy to others!
On to something funny I forgot to report yesterday. And I should warn you that this isn’t my most PC entry.
This weekend I was walking Gracie in my parents’ neighborhood, and there’s a house where an Asian family lives. On this particular night, the old grandfather was out riding his bike. He saw Gracie and me and gave us a strange look. That reminded me about how the Chinese (and no, I have no idea if they’re actually Chinese) like to eat dogs. I started thinking two things: 1. he better not look at Gracie and think “free meal” and 2. does he think it’s odd that I’m walking my “dinner?” This of course led me to wonder if walking a dog to Chinese people is as strange as walking a chicken on a leash would be to Americans. Then my imagination really took off and I wondered if Gracie ever ran away and this man, who was still staring at us, found Gracie, would he eat her…Needless to say I distracted myself rather quickly.
Back to this morning we had another fun “snub Jen” day. Disgruntled Girl (Megan, b/c I no longer care about her identity) suggested to Foreign Girl (Her name is Gaby but I’m going to call her Princess b/c she’s such a high maintenance fruit cake) that “we” (meaning the lunch gang) should go out to lunch today. Princess said she couldn’t b/c she had a doctor’s appt – no lie, for a tummy ache she got after having a milkshake yesterday. I said, that I could go! And then Megan said, “Oh, I should probably eat the sandwich I brought.” Wow. It’s fun here.
Both Leah and Steph say I shouldn’t care what these girls do, and in theory I don’t. It just continues to amaze me at their blatant rudeness. My mgr came over later and asked Princess if I’d given her the update of what was going on (she’d been in Mexico for a few days). She sort of mumbled that I had, I just kind of nodded. What I really wanted to say was “No. Why the f- would I talk to her?” Oh well, I’ll just click my heels and repeat “maybe I can work from home, maybe I can work from home, maybe I can work from home” and hope something happens.
And now, my friends, I shall take my cranky pants and go spread joy to others!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Ramblings
Rather than try and put together a cohesive story-line, I've decided to just update on the random thoughts that have come into my head over the past few days.
1. And there was cable, the first day!
I have given in and am currently on the phone w/ Comcast. I admitted defeat, and signed up for their *&!*&# triple play package. People keep saying that buying a home is like signing your life away, clearly those people haven't signed up for cable in the Mpls area.
2. Elevator etiquette.
The other day I wrote a post about chivalry and its untimely death. For several days now I've been meaning to write about a certain person I see at work and her horrid elevator etiquette. The other night I was leaving and the elevator came as I saw a woman, younger - around my age, coming around the corner. I saw her and she saw me see her, so I held the door open. Most non-rude people would then hurry it up a little. Nope, this rude toolbox took her own sweet time clumping down the hall in her heels. Um, Miss? If you don't know how to walk in heels without sounding like the Three Billy Goats Gruff trampling across the bridge, try flats.
3. Deja Vu dating.
I found out from a new friend, let's call her new friend Barb, that she also went out with the dermatool i went out with last week. Seems she had the EXACT same date I did, only she got food. He took her to the same place, yawned the whole time, and paid no attention. Our thought was he either a) needs a serious dating clue b) needs to learn to say no when mommy sets him up or c) admit he's either not interested in dating, or potentially not interested in dating girls. Whatever route he chooses will be fine, as long as he stops dating!
4. Unfortunately, that's all I have for today.
1. And there was cable, the first day!
I have given in and am currently on the phone w/ Comcast. I admitted defeat, and signed up for their *&!*&# triple play package. People keep saying that buying a home is like signing your life away, clearly those people haven't signed up for cable in the Mpls area.
2. Elevator etiquette.
The other day I wrote a post about chivalry and its untimely death. For several days now I've been meaning to write about a certain person I see at work and her horrid elevator etiquette. The other night I was leaving and the elevator came as I saw a woman, younger - around my age, coming around the corner. I saw her and she saw me see her, so I held the door open. Most non-rude people would then hurry it up a little. Nope, this rude toolbox took her own sweet time clumping down the hall in her heels. Um, Miss? If you don't know how to walk in heels without sounding like the Three Billy Goats Gruff trampling across the bridge, try flats.
3. Deja Vu dating.
I found out from a new friend, let's call her new friend Barb, that she also went out with the dermatool i went out with last week. Seems she had the EXACT same date I did, only she got food. He took her to the same place, yawned the whole time, and paid no attention. Our thought was he either a) needs a serious dating clue b) needs to learn to say no when mommy sets him up or c) admit he's either not interested in dating, or potentially not interested in dating girls. Whatever route he chooses will be fine, as long as he stops dating!
4. Unfortunately, that's all I have for today.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
8 Signs There Won't Be a Second Date
Last night I went out w/ email boy - he no longer has an identity beyond this moniker. He had a good enough excuse for his previous abrupt/gruff emails so I decided to give him a chance. I did, and I now have8 new signs there won't be a second date.
8. When the bartender asks if we want to order food with our drinks and he says "no, I'm okay."
7. When the bartender asks if we want to order food with our drinks and he says "no, I'm okay" and doesn't ask me if I want anything.
6. When you realize the reason he chose this particular area in the bar to sit was not because there was a lot of space, but because it had an excellent view of the Twins game.
5. The constant yawning, and no "excuse me I'm tired/still sick/sorry in general"
4. When he asks you the same question 3 times...and you've actually answered it three times.
3. When you, a trained moderator and all-around chatterbox, can't find anything to say.
2. When the date has ended, because he has 'work' to do, and as you get to your car you realize it's 7:48 pm and the date started at 7pm.
And the number one sign there won't be a second date... when for kicks you go online later that night and see he's already logged into a dating website.
8. When the bartender asks if we want to order food with our drinks and he says "no, I'm okay."
7. When the bartender asks if we want to order food with our drinks and he says "no, I'm okay" and doesn't ask me if I want anything.
6. When you realize the reason he chose this particular area in the bar to sit was not because there was a lot of space, but because it had an excellent view of the Twins game.
5. The constant yawning, and no "excuse me I'm tired/still sick/sorry in general"
4. When he asks you the same question 3 times...and you've actually answered it three times.
3. When you, a trained moderator and all-around chatterbox, can't find anything to say.
2. When the date has ended, because he has 'work' to do, and as you get to your car you realize it's 7:48 pm and the date started at 7pm.
And the number one sign there won't be a second date... when for kicks you go online later that night and see he's already logged into a dating website.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
The Mother Ship has become the Anti-Christ
Okay, this morning i need to offer a rant for a good friend of mine. Said friend is an amazing media director. ridiculously smart, and has been written up in mediaweek (big mag in the biz) as well as been tapped to help an up and coming agency develop and set up their own media dept.
the other day she interviewed at a certain ad agency here in the twin cities; we'll call the agency F. they used to be called F M, oh, and they also used to be a big deal. 'course that was in 1999!
i used to call F the mother ship b/c for account planning, my former occupation, they were the top place to be. 'course every time i interviewed with them (2 or 3 times) they found me lacking. at least i can say that at the time i hadn't hit my planning stride - although i was still damn good.
the past week or so the amazing media maven (my friend, hereto known as AMM) has been interviewing with them. the dumbass recruiter - i know if there any other kind? - is a former F employee and thinks their poo-poo don't stink. um, note to F - you haven't had a good or recognized campaign, again, since 1999. get over yourselves!
i digress, so the recruiter couldn't even figure out if there was a position - there wasn't. then sent AMM into the interview unprepared for what the clients were looking for. now here's a new concept for the asshats who interviewed AMM - if there's a specific type of experience you're looking for in a candidate - ASK THEM. apparently this was news to them as they didn't ask AMM about her experience working on complicated campaigns but then said she didn't have what they needed. hello?? see above for the qualifications of AMM. let's recap for the slow kids:
1. written up in mediaweek for amazing, innovative campaign
2. consulted w/ up and coming agency
3. here's one i forgot, has been asked to apply for a adjunct professor position at the U of M
yes, this seems like someone a has-been agency wouldn've want to hire.
as far as i'm concerned, hey Fallon, i mean "F" - you wouldn't know a good media person or at this point a good campaign if it was presented to you on a silver platter.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Who's bored? I am!
Okily-dokily as Flanders likes to say. I could not be more bored today, so why not do some blogging? For the record I've already done work, played on Facebook and Dogbook, and researched a new volunteer opp. This one is pretty good. It's working with the Hearing and Service Dogs of Minnesota. A guy I work with is raising, yes raising, a puppy and then after 18 months, he turns the puppy back over to the organization and they 'donate' him to a person in need. The guy and his family then start over with another puppy. It's a hugely noble thing to do. Even if I could somehow get over the trauma of giving up a dog I'd had for more than a year, I cannot imagine living in permanent puppyhood!
What else can I report? Oh, so the email finally pinged and the set-up guy sent a note. It was...three sentences. Hi Jen, got your name from my mom but not sure where she got it from. if you wnat to get together sometime, let me know.
I understand he doesn't know me, but I don't just agree to meet someone and not have any details. Please keep in mind, he DID agree to meet me. I could get over this once, however after I responded, explained how this occured, and gave him some details about me - the only response I got back was "want to get together sometime this week?" And then he didn't check his email until super late one of the days I said I could meet. I'm leaving out a lot of the details, so the true annoyance most likely isn't coming through. But if this guy can't take two minutes to write a sentence or two in an email, what the hell are we going to talk about for an hour? I'm good at talking, but lord, I'm not sure I'm that good! I'm not sure if we're actually going to meet now, but I'll definitely update the blog if we do.
I have a quick rant and then I'm busting out of work early - none of the VPs are here and most of the managers have already left. This was after DG and FG (disgruntled and foreign girl) spent an hour in our cube discussing DG's internet dating life. Her's may be worse than mine...who knew that was possibl?
Anyway, the rant today is about Chivalry and Manners. One of the few, and I mine few, things I actually miss about North Carolina is the chivalry. There was not one time when I lived there that a man ever exited an elevator before me. Doors were held open, and general pleasantness ensued - in a manners way, I think we all know that wasn't the case with my personal life. My question is, did no one in Minnesota or the North get the memo about teaching manners? And it's not just males exiting elevators before females. My other pet peeve is when you're walking through a door and someone is in front of you and they don't hold the door open. Hello? Jerk-offs (and this includes women too) hold the door open. How much effort does that take? Apparently too much for the rude ones of the world.
And that, is today's rant.
What else can I report? Oh, so the email finally pinged and the set-up guy sent a note. It was...three sentences. Hi Jen, got your name from my mom but not sure where she got it from. if you wnat to get together sometime, let me know.
I understand he doesn't know me, but I don't just agree to meet someone and not have any details. Please keep in mind, he DID agree to meet me. I could get over this once, however after I responded, explained how this occured, and gave him some details about me - the only response I got back was "want to get together sometime this week?" And then he didn't check his email until super late one of the days I said I could meet. I'm leaving out a lot of the details, so the true annoyance most likely isn't coming through. But if this guy can't take two minutes to write a sentence or two in an email, what the hell are we going to talk about for an hour? I'm good at talking, but lord, I'm not sure I'm that good! I'm not sure if we're actually going to meet now, but I'll definitely update the blog if we do.
I have a quick rant and then I'm busting out of work early - none of the VPs are here and most of the managers have already left. This was after DG and FG (disgruntled and foreign girl) spent an hour in our cube discussing DG's internet dating life. Her's may be worse than mine...who knew that was possibl?
Anyway, the rant today is about Chivalry and Manners. One of the few, and I mine few, things I actually miss about North Carolina is the chivalry. There was not one time when I lived there that a man ever exited an elevator before me. Doors were held open, and general pleasantness ensued - in a manners way, I think we all know that wasn't the case with my personal life. My question is, did no one in Minnesota or the North get the memo about teaching manners? And it's not just males exiting elevators before females. My other pet peeve is when you're walking through a door and someone is in front of you and they don't hold the door open. Hello? Jerk-offs (and this includes women too) hold the door open. How much effort does that take? Apparently too much for the rude ones of the world.
And that, is today's rant.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Reasons I should've gone back to bed today
10. Gracie was sick this morning. Threw up twice in the house and who knows how many times outside.
9. I'm missing a wardrobe box that has all of my long sleeve sweaters in it, and the office is freezing as usual.
8. As usual there isn't a lot of work to do.
7. I dyed my hair dark brown on Monday and so far no one at work has noticed.
6. My hotmail inbox is empty. No emails to write to keep me entertained.
5. Disgruntled Girl was gloating about the fact that I'm losing our bet due to falling in the shower and now throwing my back out. (yes, I'm falling apart. it has not escaped my notice)
4. A group of people came down to my cube area right before lunch. They were there to pick up Foreign Girl.
3. FG and DG were whispering together after lunch and I'm pretty sure I heard my name.
2. I was late this morning and walked in to see my boss talking to FG at my desk.
And the number one reason I should've stayed in bed this morning....
1. Because when I went outside this morning, in only a towel, to untangled Gracie from the bushes, my uncle was sitting in his rental car on our driveway.
9. I'm missing a wardrobe box that has all of my long sleeve sweaters in it, and the office is freezing as usual.
8. As usual there isn't a lot of work to do.
7. I dyed my hair dark brown on Monday and so far no one at work has noticed.
6. My hotmail inbox is empty. No emails to write to keep me entertained.
5. Disgruntled Girl was gloating about the fact that I'm losing our bet due to falling in the shower and now throwing my back out. (yes, I'm falling apart. it has not escaped my notice)
4. A group of people came down to my cube area right before lunch. They were there to pick up Foreign Girl.
3. FG and DG were whispering together after lunch and I'm pretty sure I heard my name.
2. I was late this morning and walked in to see my boss talking to FG at my desk.
And the number one reason I should've stayed in bed this morning....
1. Because when I went outside this morning, in only a towel, to untangled Gracie from the bushes, my uncle was sitting in his rental car on our driveway.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Lucky Charms for breakfast
Is there anything better? I think not.
Today I FINALLY have some work to do! Who knew that would get me so excited. Of course I should be focusing on that rather than writing on here, but really, I just had to share how much I was enjoying my breakfast. :)
Today I FINALLY have some work to do! Who knew that would get me so excited. Of course I should be focusing on that rather than writing on here, but really, I just had to share how much I was enjoying my breakfast. :)
Monday, September 8, 2008
Does no one move here?
I’m confused, does no one move in this state? I have now been on the phone with two different companies trying to set up new services. First, I called Frontier who apparently does phone service in Maple Grove. A more useless sales rep, I have yet to speak to. Of course the fact that they advertise a special ESPN web portal for all their online packages is equally ridiculous. Um, as a female, I could care less about the ESPN web portal. If anything, it makes me think I’m getting a bad deal and am paying extra for something I don’t want. Call me crazy, but I would think that at least 40-50% of the customers calling to set up new service are FEMALE. As Leah would say…asshats! And did I mention that they couldn’t even figure out if I was eligible for service?? They wanted me to contact the owners of the house and get their phone number!!! Um, f-you? The house has been there for 4 years. Either you offer service there or you don’t. after that, I just hung up on them.
Today I tried calling Comcast. First of all, I can’t set up new service until the current owners cancel their service. AGAIN, the sales person asks me if I can contact them, and ask them to put in a cancellation for their service. Apparently even though the accounts will be separate they can’t set something in motion. I can’t believe that every time moves to this city and buys a house they have to wait for the current owner to cancel their service before setting up their own service.
After this fun discussion I asked him about bundles for cable and internet. He proceeded to ask me what shows I watched. Hey jackass, on your website you have three tiers of cable when you do the Triple Play bundle. How ‘bout you tell me about those tiers? Nope, too difficult for him. Then I asked about Internet and all he could talk about is how they have super fast Internet if you’re a gamer. I COULD CARE LESS. So then he gives me separate pricing for cable and separate for internet. Again I ask, do you have any bundles???? Oh, sure. However, after 12 months, the price doubles. In three other states, the bundle price stays the same, it’s the Promotion price that changes. I’m not sure if Comcast is the worst company ever, or if this guy is just the worst customer service agent ever. I’m so annoyed I’m considering getting a Satellite and I think Satellite is the worst.
I’ve lived in 6 different apartments in the past 7 years and have never had so much trouble setting up services. (And did I forget to mention they want to charge me $14 a month for DVR?? I’ll just get TIVO)
The next time I buy a house, apparently I need to put some clauses in the offer such as “Please put in a cancellation for your cable service within 5 days” oh, and “Please tell me which phone company you use and your phone number.”
I hate people.
Today I tried calling Comcast. First of all, I can’t set up new service until the current owners cancel their service. AGAIN, the sales person asks me if I can contact them, and ask them to put in a cancellation for their service. Apparently even though the accounts will be separate they can’t set something in motion. I can’t believe that every time moves to this city and buys a house they have to wait for the current owner to cancel their service before setting up their own service.
After this fun discussion I asked him about bundles for cable and internet. He proceeded to ask me what shows I watched. Hey jackass, on your website you have three tiers of cable when you do the Triple Play bundle. How ‘bout you tell me about those tiers? Nope, too difficult for him. Then I asked about Internet and all he could talk about is how they have super fast Internet if you’re a gamer. I COULD CARE LESS. So then he gives me separate pricing for cable and separate for internet. Again I ask, do you have any bundles???? Oh, sure. However, after 12 months, the price doubles. In three other states, the bundle price stays the same, it’s the Promotion price that changes. I’m not sure if Comcast is the worst company ever, or if this guy is just the worst customer service agent ever. I’m so annoyed I’m considering getting a Satellite and I think Satellite is the worst.
I’ve lived in 6 different apartments in the past 7 years and have never had so much trouble setting up services. (And did I forget to mention they want to charge me $14 a month for DVR?? I’ll just get TIVO)
The next time I buy a house, apparently I need to put some clauses in the offer such as “Please put in a cancellation for your cable service within 5 days” oh, and “Please tell me which phone company you use and your phone number.”
I hate people.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Waiting for Godot
Patience is a virtue, and I want it now!
Today has me waiting for the email to ping. Translation: another fix-up. However, unlike the last disaster, this one could have some potential. In other words, he’s not old enough to be my father. I can’t give a lot of detail b/c I’ve found that it’s a lot more difficult to date in the town you grew up in; it’s pretty easy for people to know who you’re talking about.
That said, this fix-up, should it ever happen, has potential. He is a very viable candidate (single, in his 30s, employed, breathing) as am I (single, in my 30s, employed, generally medicated). I’m not sure when dating turned into being more like a game of checks and balances, but at the rate I’m going I’ll either be signing up for an arranged marriage or definitely turning in to that girl with the dogs before too long.
The gentleman caller has had my email address for over a week. He agreed to the fix-up. Today’s question is… will he actually email and if so, when? Stay tuned to find out what happens next time on “Red’s adventures in dating.”
Today has me waiting for the email to ping. Translation: another fix-up. However, unlike the last disaster, this one could have some potential. In other words, he’s not old enough to be my father. I can’t give a lot of detail b/c I’ve found that it’s a lot more difficult to date in the town you grew up in; it’s pretty easy for people to know who you’re talking about.
That said, this fix-up, should it ever happen, has potential. He is a very viable candidate (single, in his 30s, employed, breathing) as am I (single, in my 30s, employed, generally medicated). I’m not sure when dating turned into being more like a game of checks and balances, but at the rate I’m going I’ll either be signing up for an arranged marriage or definitely turning in to that girl with the dogs before too long.
The gentleman caller has had my email address for over a week. He agreed to the fix-up. Today’s question is… will he actually email and if so, when? Stay tuned to find out what happens next time on “Red’s adventures in dating.”
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
The Fall
In my latest attempt at grace, this weekend I managed to fall in the shower. In fact as I write this, I’m sitting in my cube with my foot resting on top of the desk so it stays elevated.
Yesterday morning I was trying to balance on one leg while inspecting the backside of my other leg – thought I had a bite/bump/g-d knows what – when I slipped and crashed into the multitude of shampoo, conditioner, shave gels bottles. I made quite the crash which was followed by the loud screech of my mom’s chair sliding back upstairs in the kitchen. After a rather loud “ow!” from me, I realized I should follow that up with “I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay” as my mom thundered down the stairs. Nothing like being naked laying on the shower floor and having your mom come in!
The good, and rather surprising news given my penchant for clumsiness, is that I didn’t a) fall through the glass doors or b) break anything. All I did was cut and bruise the bottom of my foot. So today I’m gimping around work – didn’t want to use crutches, but was seriously considering the cane Mom offered – crossing my fingers that I’m back on my feet soon. After all, I have a $100 bet to win!
Yesterday morning I was trying to balance on one leg while inspecting the backside of my other leg – thought I had a bite/bump/g-d knows what – when I slipped and crashed into the multitude of shampoo, conditioner, shave gels bottles. I made quite the crash which was followed by the loud screech of my mom’s chair sliding back upstairs in the kitchen. After a rather loud “ow!” from me, I realized I should follow that up with “I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay” as my mom thundered down the stairs. Nothing like being naked laying on the shower floor and having your mom come in!
The good, and rather surprising news given my penchant for clumsiness, is that I didn’t a) fall through the glass doors or b) break anything. All I did was cut and bruise the bottom of my foot. So today I’m gimping around work – didn’t want to use crutches, but was seriously considering the cane Mom offered – crossing my fingers that I’m back on my feet soon. After all, I have a $100 bet to win!
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
The Bet
Today's adventures include one of the scariest things I've done in a while. I made a bet for $100.
First of all, you should understand that I typically don't do bets. Gambling runs in my blood, I knew how to play Gin Rummy by age 5 and Black Jack by 7,so I try to stay away from the casino. Second, I sure as hell don't make large bets or bets I'm not sure I can win.
So what's the bet? Lose 10lbs by October 1st. Whether I look it or not, the sad truth is that I weigh 15lbs more than I did when I moved to Cincinnati last year, which is actually about 20lbs more than my frame really should carry. As I was talking w/ Disgruntled Girl today - you know, trying to win her over with my charm...or sheer will - she also mentioned a renewed desire to lose some pounds. Next thing you know, we've shared numbers (as in weight, which is way more scarier than phone numbers) and we've set the bet.
We've got terms for how to determine the winner, and extra consequences for the loser. On top of that, one of the guys we work with what's in for the second round, if we have one.
Other top stories for today:
- Congrats to my niece on her first day of Kindergarten!
- Congrats to my friend, Aline, on her engagement!
- I found out the old guy from the fix-up foible is more like late 40s to early 50s and needless to say will NOT be meeting him.
Stay tuned for more fun and excitement!
First of all, you should understand that I typically don't do bets. Gambling runs in my blood, I knew how to play Gin Rummy by age 5 and Black Jack by 7,so I try to stay away from the casino. Second, I sure as hell don't make large bets or bets I'm not sure I can win.
So what's the bet? Lose 10lbs by October 1st. Whether I look it or not, the sad truth is that I weigh 15lbs more than I did when I moved to Cincinnati last year, which is actually about 20lbs more than my frame really should carry. As I was talking w/ Disgruntled Girl today - you know, trying to win her over with my charm...or sheer will - she also mentioned a renewed desire to lose some pounds. Next thing you know, we've shared numbers (as in weight, which is way more scarier than phone numbers) and we've set the bet.
We've got terms for how to determine the winner, and extra consequences for the loser. On top of that, one of the guys we work with what's in for the second round, if we have one.
Other top stories for today:
- Congrats to my niece on her first day of Kindergarten!
- Congrats to my friend, Aline, on her engagement!
- I found out the old guy from the fix-up foible is more like late 40s to early 50s and needless to say will NOT be meeting him.
Stay tuned for more fun and excitement!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Is the day over yet?
So once again i'm sitting in my cube, trying to ignore FG (not that she's doing anything) and going through an e-learning course. dear lord there are few things more painful than sitting in tomb-like silence trying to get through a 3-hour powerpoint deck. not to mention, if you don't click on ever single extra icon on a page, it doesn't "count."
i think i had 30 courses to do, but had stopped with most of them. however, i need to sign up for some training in chicago and can't do it till i take this course. i'm so bored and tired, i can barely type - hence the typos i'm not catching. at least i'd get a trip to chicago, or so i thought. turns out today i find out that they want a zillion people from minne to sign up so they can justify sending an instructor here rather htan us flying there. hello? i want to go where there are people and life (office-wise). can't we just take a day for chicago?
must give a small shout to aline on her engagement! from what i hear, which is very little, the proposal was very romantic. considering i think her boyfriend wanted to propose within the first month he met her, he's had quite a while to think it through. congrats, a-line!
i think i had 30 courses to do, but had stopped with most of them. however, i need to sign up for some training in chicago and can't do it till i take this course. i'm so bored and tired, i can barely type - hence the typos i'm not catching. at least i'd get a trip to chicago, or so i thought. turns out today i find out that they want a zillion people from minne to sign up so they can justify sending an instructor here rather htan us flying there. hello? i want to go where there are people and life (office-wise). can't we just take a day for chicago?
must give a small shout to aline on her engagement! from what i hear, which is very little, the proposal was very romantic. considering i think her boyfriend wanted to propose within the first month he met her, he's had quite a while to think it through. congrats, a-line!
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Family Fix-up #1
So welcome to the fun and foibles of family fix-ups, or rather the disasters. As I find online dating to be more painful than prosperous, I decided to let my mom know that i would not be opposed to a fix-up. Enter in one of Mom's cousins. Please note that to be a cousin of my mother, makes this woman 74. The woman, we'll call her "cousin" tells Mom that she's met this guy and he's very cute, funny and nice and am I interested in a fix-up.
Unbeknownst to me, this whole situation went down. Today I come home to find a voicemail from this guy. I think this is fine, until that is, I press my mom for more details. She calls Cousin, and makes me talk to her. Cousin tells me what she knows, and the I ask how old he is. She tells me, nonchalantly, "he's in his 40s." FORTIES??? What part of me being 31 did she miss? No offense to any forty-year-olds who might read this, but it's one thing to be 40, it's another to be in your 40s.
So a quick round of phone calls begins to a few key people who may know this particular candidate. What do we find out? It's quite possible this guy is not only in his 40s, but possibly, 50 or older.
Needless to say I will somehow get out of this. I'm not ageist, but that is way too old for me to be dating at this point. Additionally, Mom has decided that from now one, she will not allow my info to be given out until she asks some pertinent questions of the candidates... i.e. how old are they!
Unbeknownst to me, this whole situation went down. Today I come home to find a voicemail from this guy. I think this is fine, until that is, I press my mom for more details. She calls Cousin, and makes me talk to her. Cousin tells me what she knows, and the I ask how old he is. She tells me, nonchalantly, "he's in his 40s." FORTIES??? What part of me being 31 did she miss? No offense to any forty-year-olds who might read this, but it's one thing to be 40, it's another to be in your 40s.
So a quick round of phone calls begins to a few key people who may know this particular candidate. What do we find out? It's quite possible this guy is not only in his 40s, but possibly, 50 or older.
Needless to say I will somehow get out of this. I'm not ageist, but that is way too old for me to be dating at this point. Additionally, Mom has decided that from now one, she will not allow my info to be given out until she asks some pertinent questions of the candidates... i.e. how old are they!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Happy Birthday, Gracie Lou!
In honor of Gracie's 1st Birthday, a little montage of the past year... or 7 1/2 months.
To celebrate, there will be cake for the humans and treats for the dogs. Rigley and Ziggy will be coming over for a play date.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Team: a definition
Team: a number of persons associated together in work or activity.
Perhaps someone should explain this to foreign girl who is supposed to be working on a assignment with me, and yet hasn't been in the office since Monday morning. Perhaps if she hadn't told me Monday afternoon, Tuesday afternoon and yesterday afternoon that she would be in "tomorrow" I might not be so annoyed. Normally when I tell someone I'll be in the office, I actually show up.
Maybe it's different where she comes from.
Perhaps someone should explain this to foreign girl who is supposed to be working on a assignment with me, and yet hasn't been in the office since Monday morning. Perhaps if she hadn't told me Monday afternoon, Tuesday afternoon and yesterday afternoon that she would be in "tomorrow" I might not be so annoyed. Normally when I tell someone I'll be in the office, I actually show up.
Maybe it's different where she comes from.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
A tiny ray of hope?
Holy hell I think there may have been a crack in the system known as my co-workers and there secret club!
Yesterday, I had two emails from one guy telling me when the group was going to different rooms to work together. I also had an IM from disgruntled girl telling me they were going to lunch. Then today when everyone was grabbing lunch and going back to the conference room (where we’ve been working the past few days) and one guy waited for me! I was so shocked to see him, which of course I told him. :>
Perhaps my super-friendly mojo has finally begun to erode their concrete wall!
Yesterday, I had two emails from one guy telling me when the group was going to different rooms to work together. I also had an IM from disgruntled girl telling me they were going to lunch. Then today when everyone was grabbing lunch and going back to the conference room (where we’ve been working the past few days) and one guy waited for me! I was so shocked to see him, which of course I told him. :>
Perhaps my super-friendly mojo has finally begun to erode their concrete wall!
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
What's a girl with a BA and a good salary supposed to do?
So I had to take a moment away from aimlessly searching the 'want-ads', my new name for match.com, to make ask this question: what's wrong with a girl who went to college and makes a good living? Apparently, according to the morons (maybe that's the answer) online, they don't necessarily want a girl who graduated. They want one who has "some college" and makes 'some' money.
I ran across this phenomena in Cincinnati. Of course there, the guys wanted girls who'd only finished high school. I had no idea the same affliction was alive and well and breeding in Minneapolis.
I guess the next time someone asks me, "But, honey, why are you single?" I'll just say " because I'm smart and make money."
I ran across this phenomena in Cincinnati. Of course there, the guys wanted girls who'd only finished high school. I had no idea the same affliction was alive and well and breeding in Minneapolis.
I guess the next time someone asks me, "But, honey, why are you single?" I'll just say " because I'm smart and make money."
Monday, August 4, 2008
Three in a row
Posts, that is.
So here's a quick update to keep you all in the loop:
So here's a quick update to keep you all in the loop:
- Started officially looking at townhouses this weekend, and am meeting with my realtor and the mortgage lady today. No worries, I'm bringing the parents so someone will be able to understand the financial mumbo jumbo.
- Work was okay today, translation: no one was blatantly mean. Pretty much have no idea what I'm doing 99% of the time, so I have very little brain power by the end of the day. Hence the lack of phone calls and emails.
- speaking of phone calls, am using a TON of cell minutes since the parents don't have long distance. If you're reading this and I owe you a call, the lack of long dist would be why. Have "buy phone card" on my list.
- um, that's all I can think of for now...
- oh! must give a shout-out for Leah and her 8-week old puppy, Rigley - not to be confused with the field. As soon as I have some electronic pics, I'll put them up.
That's all for now!
Love,
a very tired Red
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Ditch the New Kid Day
I had no idea that on my very first day back I'd have two things to say, but alas, I do.
So here's a note on what not to do when you have a new person start at your company. After three weeks of eating at the same time in the cafeteria, please don't just not show up one day. The new person will look around the gigantic cafeteria, searching for one of the 20 faces she might know, and find... no one.
I thought I'd have pretty good new kid karma since I usually go out of my way when new people start where I work. Apparently that's not the case here.
Note to self: for next job, ask about 'acceptance of new people to the team.'
So here's a note on what not to do when you have a new person start at your company. After three weeks of eating at the same time in the cafeteria, please don't just not show up one day. The new person will look around the gigantic cafeteria, searching for one of the 20 faces she might know, and find... no one.
I thought I'd have pretty good new kid karma since I usually go out of my way when new people start where I work. Apparently that's not the case here.
Note to self: for next job, ask about 'acceptance of new people to the team.'
10 Months later...
So i apologize for not having much to say the past 10 months. Considering in that time I moved to Cincinnati, started a new job, got a dog, got a different new job, and moved back home to Minneapolis, you can generally guess these months have been hectic and not so much fun.
I promise to try and be better about updating this…key phrase is try to be better. I’ve given up promising to actually do better. I figure that living with my parents and attempting to date in this city will give me much fodder for writing.
I must do some work, because unlike my favorite Glamazon I have work to do (http://adventuresofaglamazon.blogspot.com/), but I wanted to say Hello, and I’m back! Or rather, Gracie and I are back!
I promise to try and be better about updating this…key phrase is try to be better. I’ve given up promising to actually do better. I figure that living with my parents and attempting to date in this city will give me much fodder for writing.
I must do some work, because unlike my favorite Glamazon I have work to do (http://adventuresofaglamazon.blogspot.com/), but I wanted to say Hello, and I’m back! Or rather, Gracie and I are back!
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