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March 31, 2005

Praising Bane

I've known :bane: for a couple of years now. We met when I PMd him for help on a hack for my NCT forum. He became my best friend and savior when something went wrong. I wouldn't know half the shit I do today about websites without his encouragement. I have finally found a way of helping him. Everytime he creates something unique for his site, I want it. He's always graceful and sets it up, even though I know he wants to keep it to himself. The music section: His idea. The email form: His idea. The link queue: His latest idea. Soon, it will be mine. Oh yes, all mine. Muahahahaha!

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March 30, 2005

WEEEEEEEE!

I went a little nuts with the new video section, but I love it. I found this great site called Music Video Codes that allows you to link music videos on your site for free. I picked some of my favorites, which you can get to anytime you like from the Music Video section on the sidebar. Enjoy!

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March 29, 2005

Girl Stuff

I'm cramping and bleeding. There, I said it. When I was growing up 'girl stuff' was strictly for chicks to talk about. Nowadays it's a topic everyone deals with. The other night I was fussing about not feeling good. :bane: asked me what was wrong. Out of habit I hesitated... only to have him say, "Are you cramping?" It made me smile. I keep forgetting how comfortable people are with normal bodily functions these days. Some say it's being brought up with girls, or dealing with their mom... but I think it's something more. I believe we are more open about it in our classrooms and with each other.

When I was 10 we had a sex ed class. They shuffled the boys into one room and the girls into another. From there we watched an old film on how our bodies are changing. They lightly touched on the boys changes, and when the film ended we were shuffled out again, no Q&A session offered. The boys were talking about how girls change when their breasts get big. I was already a B cup so all eyes were chest level at me. Lovely... I got my first dose of what would be the typical introduction stare from the male gender.

You can stop here unless you want to read embarassing girl stuff. Two weeks later my dad took me whale watching. I started feeling sick and headed for the cramped bathroom. Back then toilet paper consisted of folded over sheets, about the size of two crackers. I had started my period and was stuck in the bathroom for most of the trip. When I told my dad he started getting teary eyed. "My baby's becoming a woman." I wanted to die. He took me to the market and had me buy a box of Stayfree pads. The package was huge! I could slap on 4 wheels and make a go cart out of it. He made me carry it all the way to the front, which was torture. I was redfaced, and just wanted to go. I told dad not to embarass me. Fat chance. When we got to the cashier he blurted out, "My baby started her first period. She's becoming a woman!" People at checkstands on both sides of us looked over, and I wanted to crawl under the stand and die. The checker gave me a smile and looked a little sad. Now I know why.

And to complete the humiliation on me: Three months had passed and my mother asked where all the pads where going. What I wasn't told was when my period ended I was supposed to stop wearing them. Needless to say, I felt like a complete moron when she started taunting me about it. My dad tried cheering me up about it... but his giggling only made it worse.

Back to the present. I look forward to the stress of worrying about my job to be over so I wont be bleeding every two weeks. Oh yeah, and will someone please tell my boyfriend that trying to make me feel better by saying it might be pre-menopause is NOT going to help. KTHXBAI!!1

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March 28, 2005

*Evil Grin*

On Friday another supervisor asked if we could help with some data entry. Since I was chatting away with my feet up I said yes... as did the two nurses. The only person to say no was my coworker. Mind you, she spent the day before crying about being the lowest on the totem pole and first to be laid off should it come down to our section. The other women were chomping at the bit about it. I tried my best to dodge the clucking.

This morning my boss walks in with a coworker from another section and starts to say she wants to train me... then sees that I am already working on it. I was so glad that I had just saved my game, closed it and started to enter them. As she walked out saying she would train the others I replied, "The nurses and I were working on them all friday. The only person that needs training is XXXX." A part of me felt evil for doing it, but she really should have been helping out. Needless to say, my boss was not thrilled to hear that. I don't wish any bad things on my coworker, but it felt good to show my boss that she has faults and shouldn't be getting preferential treatment.

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March 25, 2005

Air! I Need Air! *gasp*

I love how they call today a "working" holiday. Nobody else is working. Meanwhile the building is on holiday schedule meaning no air conditioning. Since heat rises and I'm on the tenth floor it's pretty miserable. On the other hand... I am kicking ass on the Motherload game and completely ignoring my work. Go me! :D

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March 24, 2005

I Gots My Chicken!

We decided to go to Black Angus last night so I could get my chicken fix. It was delicious. While trying to enter the freeway I had to merge with another lane. This bitch decided she wasn't going to let me in, so I rolled down my window, started making a scene and then cut in. She was so pissed that she rode on the shoulder to get two cars ahead of me. Yeah, that's mature. After 20 minutes I finally got my revenge by driving by her. She was stuck behind some slow ass truck, grinding her teeth. Karma: You gotta love it!

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March 23, 2005

On The Road Again

We had the first part of the big meeting a day early. It seems that someone spilled the beans on it and the managers were trying to do damage control. G-d bless the gossipers. I didn't want to wait another day.

The big surprise is that we're moving. Sometime within the next three months I'll be relocating to an office by the airport. I havent tested the route, so I have no idea how long of a drive it is. We're still waiting to hear about the layoffs, but so far so good. *crosses fingers* Now if my boyfriend can just go to school so we can move I'll be a happy camper. Feel free to nag him for me. :P

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March 22, 2005

Raining In LA? Unheard of!

Or so I thought... I started to crave this delicious chicken. They were buffalo chicken strips from heaven. It took me an hour to remember where the hell I had them. It's been a while since I had an actual craving, so I was determined to go to Black Angus and chomp on some chicken. Then... it rained. Most people might shrug and see no big deal. Those people don't live in Los Angeles. You spit on the road and cause a five car pile up. People just can't drive in the rain. It took us an hour to drive 2.5 miles. The traffic was insane. The only solace that I had was that I was almost home and they were stuck for at least another hour. Yeah, I'm evil like that.

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March 21, 2005

Panick Sets In

As some may know I work at UCLA Medical Center, which announced that they would be laying off about 400 Full Time Employees by June. We've been on pins and needles, waiting for word on what would happen to our department. The most we've heard is that there are going to be some big changes and our jobs will be very different from what we are doing now. The rumor mill is in full swing and I am up to my eyelids in scenarios and assumptions. I have finally asked for direct quotes and confirmations before listening to ANYONE's spin on things. Today we get this in the email:

"Dr. XXXXXX (head of UCLA) would like to meet with our entire staff this Thursday morning to give us an update on the marketing and managed care departments as well as answer any of our questions."

I feel a sense of relief that we will finally be hearing some concrete information on what is happening with our departments. I am also terrified that it will bring to light our worst fears. I have a feeling I won't be sleeping well this week...

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Back In Action, Baby!

First day back after a nice break from NCT. I love that site and really need to find a clear direction for it. It's always been the front page VS the forum. I guess it's because the front page came first. I ranted. I raved. I posted porn and news. Suddenly there was a community growing in the background and I didn't evolve with it. Now I have to figure out how to incorporate the two. The news and levity is what takes the longest. It sucks up about 3 hours a day. I've been trying to do it while at work, but I don't know how that's going to fly with all the changes. Then there's the rant. Some people may be bright and chipper at 6am... but I'm not one of them. A lot of my rants were more like whimpers. I've seen sites that have multiple people post rants, and in the beginning I was dead set against it. Now not so much. *sigh* I have too many ideas pulling at me at once. I think I'm going to go suck down some more coffee and think about it later.

In other news, Mondays suck monkey balls...

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March 19, 2005

It Was Fucking HUGE

Okay, so I'm sitting at my computer when this huge bug flies onto it. It's wings are almost as long as my index finger. At the time I was chatting with :bane: on skype... so of course I yelled into his ear, jumped up and told :jake: to kill it. He starts bitching about how it was tiny... never mind that when he saw a PICTURE of a snake on the screen he screamed like a little girl. I told :audie: about it and she decides to be evil and send him a renamed photo of a snake.

Audie: i heard Diva keeps sending you snake pics.....so here is a nicer pic so you wont have to scream.....

*** Jake has received bunnies.jpg.

Jake: I'LL KILL YOU BOTH


Then he asks me to come over and click the picture off... And he calls me wimpy. :P

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March 18, 2005

Cue The Cough Drops... I'm Going In

I am so glad that it's Friday. There is nothing I want more than for this day to be over so I can go to bed and sleep til noon on Saturday.

My boss had this momentary lapse (of course) where she forgot that I was not going to be on the phones. Aparently she didn't let anyone else know and they all went to lunch. With one person on the phone she came out to find out what was happening. Naturally she looked towards me, like it was my fault she fucked up. I gave her an 'oh hell no' look and her anmesia wore off pretty quick. She is bound and determined not to help us on the phones. It's funny, actually. She keeps saying how she's worried about her job, yet won't make the extra effort to show that she's a valuable employee.

Happy Friday!

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March 17, 2005

Back In The Saddle

I'm back at work... kinda. Since my voice is trashed and I'm still coughing like I have cholic I don't answer the phones. Basically, I do my work and everyone 'realizes' that I can't relieve them at the last minute. I'm not backing down on this though. The only reason (besides money) that I am here is because my boss said I didn't have to be on the phone. I'm holding her to that. I can't wait until this cough is gone. I feel like I should be balancing a ball on my nose.

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March 16, 2005

Will 60% Do?

I stayed home again, much to the dismay of my boss. My voice is still not back and I'm still coughing like a seal. Considering my job is answering phones all day it's not exactly like I'm fit to chat. My boss calls me at 3pm to tell me they're sending some illness leave papers. I'm going back tomorrow, no matter what. I can't afford to be off any more days without pay. Oh well, they'll be wasting a stamp as far as I'm concerned. Just think how this could have been avoided if my coworkers stayed home instead of infecting the whole fucking office.

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March 15, 2005

Dear G-d, I'm Getting Better

After a week of begging for death (not really) I am finally getting better. Now... I have to go back to work. The worst day is the last day before you go back to work. I'm not quite well enough to go in but not sick enough to sleep. Today I'm going to lounge around, surf the net, harrass my boyfriend, annoy my best friend and think about all the great jobs I could do from home so that I never had to go to work again. Of course I would be spending way to much time fucking around and end up poor... but that's besides the point.

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March 14, 2005

*cough* Ew

Figures... I start a new blog and get deathly ill so that all my rants are me whining about being ill. Meanwhile I'll be auctioning off that lung that I seem to be coughing up on e-bay. It's stuffed with phlegmy goodness from the heart.

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March 12, 2005

Guilt By Religion

I am sick. I am on meds. I HAVE to go to work on Monday... and yet I feel guilty about calling off a lunch date. A chick that I used to work with moved across the country to get away from whatever. Now she's miserable in another part of the state. I hung out with her a couple of times, but do not consider her a friend by any means. She's more like another lost soul that I tried to help find some happiness. Some people find lost puppies... I find lost people. Anyway, she decides to come to California for a couple of days and meet up with people. My other coworker aparently ditched her and now she's expecting me to meet her for lunch. Did I mention that I'm sick? We're not talking flu here, we're talking pneumonia in the making. The last thing I wan't to do is leave this house and sit in some booth hacking, coughing and blowing my nose. I am not a pretty sight. The term 'death warmed over' comes to mind when I look in the mirror. I'm... I'm whining. Maybe if I whine enough she will call it off herself. Fuck it... I'm going back to bed.

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March 11, 2005

Girls Will Be Boys & Boys Will Be Girls

"Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
Oh my lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola lo-lo-lo-lo lola"

When I get sick my voice tends to drop. Right now I think I could sing bass. My manager called and I answer the phone. He thought I was Jake... Lovely. My voice went from sexy Kathleen Turner to macho Ving Rhames in a day. I think I'm going to mentally scar my boyfriend when we have sex tonight. Heh.

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March 10, 2005

Gimme Back My Lungs... Damn It

As technology moves ahead in leaps and bounds we have alienated ourselves. Take my doctor for instance. Great guy. I email him my symptoms and he tells me what to do. It seems like a great plan until I really get sick. His phone nazis make it all but impossible to get ahold of him and now I am at the mercy of twits writing down messages and him checking his email.

An older man called and complained that he couldn't go through our phone system. He only owned one phone and it was a rotary phone. He started to yell, saying that he shouldn't have to change his phone to get ahold of a g-d damned human. At the time I brushed it off as an old man refusing to move forward with society. Today I see a man who weeps for the society that once was. Either way he's SOL, but I feel for the guy.

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March 09, 2005

Kill Me Now

Being sick sucks monkey balls. My coworker felt like she just HAD to come into work while coughing up a lung and now everyone is sick. There's nothing like a room full of red eyed, runny nosed women coughing in unison to kill your sunny disposition. Now I'm sick, my boyfriend is sick and we're vying for pity. I think I have him beat though. Unless he can produce a uterus my cramping and PMSing will give me victory in the pity race. Go me.

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March 08, 2005

Allow Me To [re]Introduce Myself

I figured I'd get everyone up to speed on who I am and why I'm doing this. I was born and raised in sunny California. My dad wanted more children and so he adopted me. My new mother hated me, and so the story begins. I had the typical traumatic childhood, losing my dad at age thirteen. I have never blamed any past events on my current mental status... Let's face it, as an adult you can pretty much surmount anything you choose to.

I became an emancipated minor and lived on my own at 13. I looked older which helped me in two areas... Getting jobs and older men. I was a pediphile's dream, but smart enough not to fall victim. More traumas, blah blah... and somewhere in between I managed to find myself and get out on the other side into adulthood.

I was a late bloomer on the web. REALLY late. I found it in late 2000, but brushed it off as a means to get info. Then it happened. My friend sent me a link to a gore site. My stomach flipped. I urped. I clicked on their links. I went from taking headers in the cyber waves to actually surfing. After reading through a few personal sites I would never be the same. The reason: Pr0n. Oh yeah! People were flashing their stuff all over the web and I was enjoying every minute of it. I somehow missed the whole AOLer chat phenominom, which is a good thing.

After reading through people's personal websites I decided to start my own. It was April 2001. I typed up a rant and threw that baby up. Imagine my surprise... and horror to see the words all over the place. I had never heard of HTML, much less used it. I spent the next three days in tears, trying to learn what to do. NoChickTrix.com was born and I've never looked back.

So why start a blog if you have a site? Simple... okay, not so simple. NCT has grown into a wonderful community. When I think of NCT I think of a great group of people who post on one of the best forums around. It's read by my friends, coworkers and countless people searching for porn. Lately I've been feeling disillusioned. I wanted something that was JUST me. No links, no porn, no holding back. The result is what you are reading now... if you haven't clicked off, that is.

I would like to thank Bane for putting up with my whining and creating a beautiful layout; and Jake for putting up with my fits and courageously entering the bedroom when I was having one of the worst PMS episodes since Lorena Bobbitt to console me. I love you both.

Let the journey begi... *looks up* Damn, that's a long fucking po... er... begin.

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March 07, 2005

Testing The Testers

I figured that I would give this some more content to see what the fuck it would look like once I actually start using it. The chick on the side rocks, even if she does have on a cross. :p I love the colors, so if all goes well I should be a happy camper soon. Thank you, Bane!

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March 06, 2005

Testing Out The New Site

This is just to check out what the hell this looks like. Nothing to see here... move along!

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