Fabulous Coworker
Mood:  silly
Ok--so this woman comes into my office to give me some edits on a piece we are producing. So, she comes over to my desk and mentions that she has been a little slow today and to bear with her. Ok, I said. She stated she was apparently having some eye problems, possibly due to allergies. So, she takes her glasses off (please note at this point I hadn't really looked at her straight on) and notices that one of her lenses is completely missing from her glasses which could be causing this blurry vision. So I asked if she was having this problem all day and she said she wasn't sure, which is awesome. So, at some point during this morning and the commute, her lens fell out and she didn't notice. There has been a consensus in the office of disbelief that one could lose a lens and just not notice it at all, which leads me to believe that she put her glasses on this morning minus one right lens. It was just the type of story I needed to brighten up my tired Friday morning!

Too Much Time On My Hands
Mood:  loud
All right, so, yesterday I started my documentary film class, which despite being shoved into 6 weeks I believe will be quite interesting. The most awesome part of yesterday was the fact that I felt it was necessary to drink 8 beers. On a school night! Even more disturbing is that I am only mildly feeling the effects of getting home at 1:30am and getting up at 6:30am. I seem to have reverted back to my days of yore wherein behavior like this was acceptable. Can't say as though I am not having fun, though and isn't that what it is all about? I have recently learned or at least come to believe more so that you never, ever know what is going to happen, so you might as well enjoy what you have for the moment. Perhaps that will be my new summer mantra. Hopefully my liver and wallet will be able to handle it.

New Job
Mood:  spacey
Ok, wow--it has been so long since I posted that this site now has all these options and such that weren't even available a month ago. Cool.

Ok, so I have started my new job in marketing, which has been kind of cool. I did in fact get my own office, which rocks because now I can listen to whatever I want without worrying about bother others. In other news, this place is so completely and utterly disorganized that it is driving me crazy. I really like all the people, but wish they had the ability to call one project by one name instead of 6 or 7 different ones. Oh well, it is only the middle of my third week, so I guess I am still grading on a curve.

What is more interesting, well, at least if you are me is that ever since my other job ended and a little before that actually, I have felt it necessary to go out almost every night of the week as if I am back in undergrad. While I have had a very good time doing such debaucherous things, I think the candle at both ends thing is starting to take its toll. It is only quarter to 11 this morning and I feel as though I should go and take a nap if I expect to make it through our 2 1/2 hour staff meeting. Oh well. Perhaps I can go and nap on our roof deck where it isn't so freezing. Later.
M

PS--we each have to have a key to the bathroom, which is awesome.

New Job
Ok, so I think I am finally making some headway with my career. It can be so easy to get stuck in a place that doesn't respect what you do and I am proud to say that I am finally on my way to someplace new. A place that I think will in fact be a great place to learn some new skills and have some fun while doing it. In other news, everything else in my life is pretty much the same. Going to school still and this two nights per week thing is a little out of control. Wednesdays are the worst because I know that I still have three days of work and one more day of class. Why do any of you care about this? Wait, you probably don't, so I am going to stop rambling about this junk. I have also realized that this entry is a bit boring, so hopefully the next one will be more entertaining. Perhaps I can find myself in some other precarious situation.
P.S. This is my first entry on my very own laptop. My biggest personal purchase since my car...Yikes...

Friday!
Ok, so I am still at work, but I was supposed to leave at 3 or so. My friend from college has come up to visit, but so far things haven't worked out quite as planned and alas, I am sitting here writing an entry for my blog. When I could be out enjoying a cold frosty beverage. Oh well, at least I have my--and every teen girl's--favorite song to listen to. I don't know what it is, but the new Usher song is just addictive. Of course, so is looking at pictures of him in a wifebeater, but oh well.

Nothing too exciting planned for this weekend, but am sure some shenanigans might occur. I am always up for some good shenanigans.

Speaking of that, I thought I would pimp out a great site Tomato Nation It is pretty funny and the essay on why one should like baseball is excellent. So, check it out already!

Breakups
As the song says, breaking up is hard to do. What I have recently learned however, is that no matter what age you are, or how long you have been in a relationship, when it is over, you start acting like a 16 year old kid.

The first example of this is my last breakup. I was with the guy for 8 months and have mentioned him here before. I thought at the time, and still sometimes now, that I was totally in love with him and it has been hard for me sometimes, even now--4 months later to get him completely out of my mind. I have tried dating some other fellows, but so far, it hasn't been the same--or close to the same. So, I figured my lack of experience with these things is what is causing me to have such strong feelings, even after 4 months. I imagined that with age, breaking up would still be hard, but I would have the wisdom to be an adult about it.

Boy, was I wrong. There is a woman I know who is going through a bad breakup. She is in her mid 50's and was in the relationship almost as long as I have been alive. Which is a long time. Anyway...at this point, anyone on the outside can see that the relationship is really not healthy, at least not in the state it is currently in. And, yet, she still keeps doing really wacky things, like semi-stalking him and calling him when she knows she shouldn't. Of course, all of these things make her feel worse but she just can't seem to let it go. She even made me go online and try to find his profile on Yahoo!Personals. I mean, do you really want to know these things? It just makes you feel bad and now I am part of the stalking. Even I haven't broken down to call my ex--even though I seriously consider it, every once in a while.

Eavesdropping
A note to readers--when you are talking smack about someone in a bar, make sure they aren't sitting 2 feet from you.

So, last night, the gals got together to go out and watch the NCAA women's basketball finals. We were all sitting at this sort of communal table and about 3 stools away from us, there was a group of guys. Nothing out of the ordinary so far, right? So, eventually I overhear them discussing the merits of women's basketball and how it doesn't really have any because it isn't as good as the men's game. Then one gentleman also stated that he thought men made better businessmen because women got too emotional about things. Now, while this is kind of a despicable attitude, not that out of the ordinary.

Later on, towards the end of the game, I distinctly hear them talking about myself and my friends and which ones of us they thought were attractive. It was at this point the jagoff mentioned above made the comment that he would need another six-pack before getting with any of us. These comments, I did decide to pass along to my friends. So, one of the guys comes over and tries to speak with us for a while. We introduce ourselves and are fairly polite. Then he goes back to his friends and mentions that two of the girls with us are sisters and proceeds to add to his friends that they are also very horny. Um...excuse me? At this I happened to turn around and give him a death stare. One of my other friends didn't take this so well. She immediately launched into a diatribe that would make women everywhere proud. And good for her, too.

I know boys will be boys, but if you are going to do that, could you at least make sure the object(s) of your ridicule are not within earshot. Seriously people...

Friday Fiesta
There are those certain days when you know that something interesting is going to happen. A certain feel in the air perhaps some type of electricity. Last Friday was one of those days.

It began with a happy hour that I was supposed to make it to. Unfortunately, I ended up missing that happy hour to stop at another with some co-workers. Luckily for me my friends came ended up meeting up with me and we headed to another bar for some dancing. It wasn't long until the shots began to flow. Luckily for me I opted out of the shots, as I had already taken care of my imbibing for the evening. So, at this point, we fast forward to the end of the evening where my saintly friend Maddy has offered to take our drunk asses home, and by that I mean more so my other friend Molly. It seems as though she had a little too much and was having a bit of trouble getting into our car. We finally got her into the vehicle and began to head home. Unfortunately, Molly thought it was a good idea to keep opening the door to spit. Maddy was not pleased. We finally make it to Molly's house and drag her upstairs to get her situated. It was then that the most entertaining portion of the evening happened...she went to get some ice water and Maddy was helping her with the ice trays. Maddy went to put them back in the freezer only to be forcefully told by Molly that IT IS RUDE TO NOT REPLACE ICE TRAYS. Awesome.

The next day was quite funny as well and included a trip to McDonald's for the requisite grease hangover cure. Apparently we picked the McDonald's with the wackiest people and this machine that made some sort of alien computer beeps. Way too much visual stimulation for being hungover. There was also a nice young man named Gabe there. Uh huh.

Working for a Living
So, we all have to do it. I am told that the trick is to find something that makes you happy that you can also make money doing...Really? Thanks for the tip, but sometimes that just isn't possible, so you spend your days sitting in an Ikea cubicle with no window to the outside world. Other than the live pictures that you have on a weather tracking site on your computer. How sad is that? Not that I am not grateful to have a job, believe me, there is talk that some jobs might get cut and I surely hope it isn't mine; however, I can't say as though I am really enjoying myself here. Big business is all about the politics and making sure to kiss the right amount of asses. I am just not into that on a certain level. When people of clearly lower intellect keep getting promoted whilst those who toil away day in and day out are lied to about why they haven't been promoted. All the while, the big wigs sit back and rake in the money while telling the peons that there are no raises b/c of a lack of funds. Perhaps if that is the case, the big bosses should be more careful of what kind of information they leave sitting on the printer. Wouldn't you agree, Sir?

Online Dating Update
Ok...this is kind of funny. The first guy that I met has recently sent my friend a little note. See, this is why it is important to let any friends you have who are also participating know who you have been talking to. Although, it would have been awesome if she had ended up dating him as well--all the while not knowing until one day...bum bum bum. Awesome. He is really short, though he claims 5'5 on the site, but I met him and I had no heels on whatsoever and was still taller than him and I am 5'5 on a good day.