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April 29, 2005

PORN! Now That I Have Your Attention

I wanted to peruse the "Adult" sector of the net... the 93% side. Hey! I'm an adult. I have every right to watch porn while drinking a Zima and... let's not go there. First things first... I don't not have any children. I do not WANT any children. I should not have to jump through hoops because some parent isn't capable of "protecting" their child from porn. Mind you, I used to look through my dad's Playboy as a young child. I loved the comics. I'm a level headed (don't say a word... ) heterosexual woman. I don't have homicidal tendencies. Well, excluding rush hour on the 405.

As I was saying, I don't have a kid. So why do I have less rights as a minor? Did I say you could get knocked up and have a kid? Did I have any say in the upbringing, religious choice or moral standards in your child? Then why the hell should I be responsible for what your child does? I'm not your baby-sitter. You don't pay me 24/7 to make sure that your child is viewing the proper content. I can understand schools and libraries. Why any school would even allow adult sites to be accessed in the first place is moronic. And I don't think the library should have to implement a "both hands on the table" rule because someone doesn't want to pay 2 bucks for a porno.

If you decide to purchase a computer for your home, it's your responsibility to safeguard any product from your kids. If it were up to me, I'd ban all parents from having computers in their homes without a certificate proving they know how to use it. Heck! I'd ban people from becoming parents without a certificate, financial statement and IQ test. Oh.. so you want to have sex with your boyfriend to prove your love? Bend over, babe. here's some lubricant. He'll love you for it, trust me.

Why anyone would purchase an adult, yes adult... product for their minor is beyond me. What? You don't know how to password protect the settings or become an administrator for changes? Fine. Don't install an ethernet card. Problem solved. If you can't live without the net... take a class, read a book. Pay someone to do it for you. It's your responsibility, not mine. You had the kid, not me. I refuse to be forced into paying six different adult check systems and be barred from my porn because you couldn't keep your legs closed.

Everytime I hear about a parent whose child 'stumbles' upon an adult website and is enraged I want to scream. Why was that child on the internet without supervision? This isn't JUST about porn, either. There are kids learning how to make bombs on the internet, meeting pediphiles on the internet, going on ebay and bidding on things they could never pay off. Kids are curious. They want to see what's out there. Would you let your child walk the streets without knowing where they were going? If it were my kid, which it is NOT, I would make sure ANY browsing was supervised and that I had something in place to block questionable content.

The web. WWW stands for WORLD Wide Web. As in not just my country. Unless there's some universal rule book I haven't seen, I don't see how a law can be globally enforced. Age checks. How can you expect every country to have to conform to our laws? If Japan had the moratorium on internet law, all genitalia would be digitally scrambled... Cartoon child porn would be A-Ok.... and scat would rule the porn sites.

On a lighter note... Pauly Shore has NOT made a movie lately.

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April 28, 2005

No More Mr Ms Nice Guy Gal

I can't take this anymore. Honestly... it's getting rediculous. I have a friend who I care for. He's a complete sweetheart. He's also driving me up the fucking wall. He went from a great guy that I enjoyed chatting with to someone who starts every conversation with 'Do you like me anymore' or 'Are you through with being stressed?' I used to be very comfortable talking to him. Now I dread the same questions. I asked him numerous times to understand that I am dealing with a lot of stress with the layoffs and move and to please give me some space. He responded by IMing and PMing me asking if we were still friends. I finally told him that I couldn't take it anymore and that we shouldn't talk for a while. I told him that I would contact him. He continued as if I said nothing.

This all started because he blurted out that he didn't like :bane:, who happens to be my best friend. :bane:, on the other hand, has no problems with him. :bane:'s only spoken to him once or twice and thought he was a nice guy. While I was flabbergasted, I respected his feelings. That didn't stop him from laying into me about how he felt about him. I finally put my foot down about it and asked him EXACTLY what he didn't like. He could never answer me. When he saw that :bane: was posting more on NCT again he flipped. He sent me a bizarre PM saying that although he was never 100% on NCT (more like 3%) he was leaving it for good. This was right after I had told people that I needed to get away from all the online drama. Gee... thanks.

I hate losing friends, but I feel like he is forcing me to make a choice. His constant PMs, IMs and emails are borderline stalking. So far I've just ignored his messages (after the one that said not to contact me). This morning I woke up to two IMs, two PMs and FOUR emails... all saying the same thing. I lost it. I emailed him back saying to stop all contact. I told him that he was making me miserable and to just STOP. My next step is to just be a raving bitch... or sick my boyfriend on him.

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April 27, 2005

ICQ=I'll Stalk You

When I was first introduced to instant messaging I thought it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Imagine being able to talk to someone in another state... or country. For free! I spent hours on that sucker... then the novelty wore off. The first time I signed on I got hit with spam. I couldn't believe it. I had just opened that program up, and nearly jumped out of my skin when the fog horn from hell went off, when I got a chat request. The idea that someone would make the default sound in a program a cruise ship from hell horn should have tipped me off. Then there's the fact that some "chick" named Debbie was inviting me to check out some porn. Red flags are on the field! I received four to five before I could figure out the blocking methods. That was an even bigger omen. I download a file that I can only use under the cloak of darkness. Hmmmm. I'm not just talking one or two preferences. I had to search through almost every field to turn the appropriate ticklers off. Now I have a program that I can't use to it's potential. Great.

As I peruse through the different sections I keep seeing one thing over and over: Warnings about privacy. "Hey... Thanks for downloading our great product! By the way... we are not responsible for the bazillion spam requests and malicious users that will stop at nothing to make your life miserable. Here's some ads to pop up continuously, have a nice day!" Oh yeah, I feel warm and safe with that statement.

As I read through the security issues... both on the warning page and the open forum, I realized that the world is filled with devious little pricks. Why would you want to spam people? Has anyone ever fell for the chick with porn rouge? Hey! I just met a great gal online... She's into porn! All right! Woo hoo! High five... I don't think so.

The worst part is that if you happen to meet someone and put them on your list... They're there for life. Sure, you can take him/her off of your contact list... But you're still on theirs. Oh, too bad buckaroo. So you have to do the unspeakable. Cancel your number and get a new one. Here's the real kick in the pants. Your old number? It's still listed. I'll bet you over half the ICQ numbers out there aren't even in use anymore. What kind of business keeps a database filled with useless information? Besides the Presidency that is...

On a totally unrelated note: It's been four years since some chick died from some unknown substance that she had injected into her ass to make it smooth. Some people called it murder. Some called it an accident. Me? I called it "natural selection".

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April 26, 2005

1 800 Ask Me Anything... And Get Pissed When I Don't Know!

People are cheap... And moronic. I have never had to deal with so many clueless people in all of my years combined. Why would anyone call a number and expect them to know information about other businesses? Some dipwad called wanting me to refer him to a similar company... in the mid west! Oh sure! Just give me a sec... I want to call McDonalds and order a Dominos Pizza.

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April 24, 2005

404 Madness

Yes, I am a dork. After nagging asking :bane: for his 404 page addition he put it in. Now you can play on my 404 page too!

Thank you,Bane!

Edit: Aparently spammers (die fuckers) seem to like this one entry to post on (which I promptly delete) so I'm closing comments. *shrugs* You guys are SUCH idiots.

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April 22, 2005

He Must Be Into Bears

:jake: and I went to The Cheesecake Factory last night for dinner. The atmostphere was romantic, the food delicious and the waiters... Well they were hitting on my boyfriend. I don't mind it much. We get better service and the waiters are more friendly. When we got up to leave a waiter (who had never served us) leaned over towards Jake and said "You come back real soon." I could stay home and eat sandwiches for he cared... but the boy toy was his.

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April 21, 2005

*Breathes Deeply*

Why is it always a competition? Yahoo VS Google, PC VS MAC, IE VS Firefox, Microsoft VS ...everything. G-d forbid I should admit to using the wrong one. I have to listen to my friends chide me and try to 'turn me from the dark side'. I use Yahoo. I still use IE from time to time, I love my PC and I love my Windows XP. You don't like it? Biteme. :P

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April 20, 2005

*sings* Elbow Room, Elbow Room....

We need a second room. I got mad at Jake the other night and didn't even have a place to bitch about him in private. It's not like I don't tell him what I feel... but it's nice to have a place for some quiet time that doesn't involve flushing or rumpling the bed sheets. A second bathroom would be great too. I swear our bladders are in sync. We have to fight over who gets to pee first and who gets to stand at the door asking "Are you done yet?" While I'm at it I'd love a million dollars and a pony. :P

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April 19, 2005

It Had Better Do Windows For That Price

I have a coworker that is always talking about how broke she is. When we found out that our jobsite was moving she freaked. "I can't afford to pay ANOTHER penny! That's too much gas with no compensation." After chiding her for being dramatic 48 yrs old and in such dire straits she backed down and said that maybe she was exaggerating a little. Ya think? *rolls eyes*

I stopped feeling bad for her when she started showing off the pictures of the two purebred dogs and purebred cat that she had. There are dogs and cats being put to death every day that need homes. She was even looking into a weekend job to try and help pay off her credit card debts. Buying three animals that costs HUNDREDS of dollars each should have been the LAST thing she thought of doing.

She's also the last hired in our department, and most likely the first to go come May. She's even said that she expects it. She told me she was looking for another job... right before she left early to board her three animals at a kennel for 7 days (around $238) so she could go on vacation with her girlfriend. No, really....

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April 18, 2005

But... But SHE Did It

I've been catching hell for my coworker's fuckups this week and I am not happy. What makes it worse is that she's on a week's vacation. She's been giving people wrong info so now our boss is listening in on conversations and tormenting me calling with suggestions on how to handle the call... even if I already know it. If I ignore her intercom she comes down the hall. Can I put a nail strip outside my cubicle? Didn't think so.

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April 16, 2005

Hell Day at Work

My boss made sure I had too much to do on friday. At least I finished it all and added a new report just for good measure. My coworker also approached me and told me that she's looking for a new job. She said that she knew they were going to lay her off just by how my boss was acting and even if she wasn't laid off she didn't want to drive all the extra miles to the new jobsite. Then she cried. *sigh*

I was feeling bad for her until she mentioned that she was leaving early to board her 3 purebred animals before leaving for her vacation. Personally, I would have called off the trip and saved my money... but that's just me. It's very hard to talk to someone who's complaining about their money woes when you know they're spending habits.

By the way... 1,014 people found my NCT site searching for Brianna Banks. Porn rules the internet!

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April 14, 2005

Big Meanie....

I hate being mean. I loathe it. Lately I feel like I'm being backed into a corner and the only way out is by extending my claws and going for the jugular. I love to meet people and chat. What I don't like is being used as an emotional wet-wipe. I met a couple of people who I have come to almost dread seeing online. Every conversation is the same. One guy needs reassuring that I still like like him as a friend every ten minutes and the other has to rehash how he's going to screw over his soon to be ex wife every time we talk. I need to get to the point where I just say, "I dont care" and block them.

When I talk to my best friend about it he says, "Just tell them to fuck off." Riiiiight. The part of me that I need to work on the most is also the part I always get complimented on. I'm called 'caring', 'supportive', 'sweet', etc... You'd think I was the newest item to roll off of the Hello Kitty line. Whenever I talk about these people my friend adds the 'overly' infront of those traits. I can't win for losing.

Lately I've been trying to distance myself from people who basically contact me to vent and then leave before I even say how my day was. Now I get to hear about how 'I've changed' before being asked if I still like them and if they've told me how they're going to fuck over the cheating cunt. Go me...

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April 13, 2005

What Game? That Was The New UCLA Thing-a-ma-jiggy

Everything was going so well. I was ahead of all my work and what's better... my boss knew it. Then she walks in just as I was clicking on my game to close it as lunch ended. Back in the shithouse again. The next email I get is her telling me to scan the whole patient database and merge duplicates. That's 560 pages of eye crossing boredom that is my coworker's responsibility. What's worse is that my coworker "forgot" to do it and so I had to scan 11 months of data instead of 6 months. Tomorrow I have even more duties that she dumped on me to do. Let the ass-riding commence.

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April 12, 2005

It's My Birthday... All Presents Welcome!

I don't want to hear ANY whining, bitching, moaning or fussing today. I just want to relax, play my game for a bit and then enjoy a nice dinner with :jake: at Houstons *drool*.

Here's the flowers I woke up to this morning:

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April 08, 2005

Power Outtage Mania

Our power went out today. It went off... then on. Then off.. then on... Then stayed off for about 2 hours. It was looking like we would go home, too. It was a nice break from the usual work, but I would love to get my work done so that when I come back from my 4 day vacation it wont all be due at once. Did I mention I am taking four days off FOR MY BIRTHDAY? All presents and cards welcome. =D Meanwhile I am planning out my weekend already.

JakeD: Do you want to have margaritas this weekend?
Me: Oh yeah. Get something for Pina Coladas.
JakeD: Okay... Instead of Margaritas?
Me: No, get those too
JakeD: No Mikes Hard Lemonade then?
Me: No, get that too.
JakeD: Okay....
Me: I don't know what I'll have, but I'm going to get drunk.

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April 07, 2005

The Waiting Game

I bought a router on Saturday that Pos suggested. It was a great price. Now if it will only get here. I sent the company an email to ask for the status and recieved a form letter saying to wait 2 working days after ordering it for the request to be processed (it's been three). What ever happened to someone actually responding to questions? Now it's three days and I dont even have a fucking tracking number. If I don't get one by the end of today I'm going to start laying the smack down on these jokers. *rolls up imaginary sleeves* Ph34r me... Or something like that.

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April 06, 2005

Employers VS Bloggers

CNN: Whatever bloggers are writing about work, employers don't like it. Employees reportedly have been fired for blogging at a number of companies, including Starbucks, Delta Air Lines, Wells Fargo, Friendster and Kmart.

In a January survey by the Society for Human Resource Management, 3 percent of human resource professionals reported disciplining an employee for blogging, and none reported dismissing an employee for such behavior. Nevertheless, ejected bloggers stand by their claims.

I found myself leaning towards the bloggers rights on this issue. While there are some instances that I can see a company having the right to discipline a worker for blogging about their job (posting confidential information, etc...), that's where the rights end. A person should be allowed to freely speak their mind about their life. If someone at work pisses me off, I should be allowed to bitch about them (without listing their name). As far as I am concerned blogging is just another means of expressing oneself. I hear people bitch about their jobs every single day. The work load, the customers, the supervisors, the working conditions... People need to sound off about their frustrations. What's next? A person overheard bitching about their job at dinner is fired for insubordination? Maybe a neighbor hears a coworker complaining as they are sitting in their house... When do we have the right to speak our minds?

[keywords: News Rant Media blogging]
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April 04, 2005

A Little Ray of Sunshine

For those of you who haven't known me, I would like to share a little of what I deal with on a daily basis.

Me: Hi. This is Odessa. Ho....

Hysterical Rude Man: I'M IN THE CAR AND CAN'T FIND MY DOCTOR'S NUMBER. I NEED YOU TO HELP ME.

Me: Calm down. Who is your doctor.

Hysterical Rude Man: He's in the San Fernando Valley.

Me: San Fer... Is he a UCLA doctor?

Hysterical Rude Man: NO! I MADE AN APPOINTMENT AND CANT FIND HIM.

Me: .... Sir, I only have listings for UCLA doctors.

Hysterical Rude Man: WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!?!?!??!

Me: Have you tried 411?

Hysterical Rude Man: YES! He's not listed.

Me: .... How did you get referred to him?

Hysterical Rude Man: It's Monica Lewinsky's father. He's not listed. I made an appointment. Can't you go onto the internet and look him up for me?

(Not that this matters... but I think Monica Lewinsky is a traitor and should be deported to a boat forever... so the name dropping is SOOOO not impressive)

Me: ...No. Have you tried calling your friend?

Hysterical Rude Man: NO! THEY'RE OUT OF TOWN. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!?!?!

Me: Sir... I wish I could help you. I only refer to UCLA doctors.

Hysterical Rude Man: What if I call Cedars or St Johns? Will they know him?

Me: I have no idea. I would assume they only have a database for their doctors, but you can try. Good luck.

Hysterical Rude Man: You cant fi...

Me: NO. Again, good luck. Good-bye.

Now go forth and thank the G-ds that you don't have my job...

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April 03, 2005

*Takes Deep Breath*

I feel like I'm drowning. That's the only way I can describe it. Maybe that's why it makes it worse. My biggest fear is the water. Everyday people come into my office and cry. They're so afraid of losing their job. Part of me want's to scream "GET OUT!" I'm equally afraid, but for some reason they think I'm some strong person that helps them get over it. Like my words of wisdom will help them get through another day. I look at my coworker who is seeking some sort of words of encouragement and all I can think is 'you're the lowest person on the totem poll. Last hired, first fired... better you then me." I know it's shitty. I feel horrible for even thinking it. But it's the only thing that helps to get me through the day.

A friend of mine has changed from someone I love to talk to into someone I get irritated at the sight of their name popping up. Every conversation is the same thing: "Do you like me anymore? Are you mad at me? You've changed." Of course I have, damn it! There's only so many times I can tell you I am not angry with you, that nothing has changed but I am under an extremely huge amount of stress and to cut me some fucking slack. I don't have the energy to deal with your neediness. Oh G-d, what is happening to me? I hate this. In three months it will be over. I just don't know what will be left of me.

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April 01, 2005

Bitch Bitch Bitch Moan Moan Moan

And that's just me... ENOUGH ALREADY! I am stressed to the max and have no patience whatsoever for anyone. I've even started snapping at friends. It's the start of April, which means the next rounds of layoffs are here and I am not handling the stress very well. Here's a simple way to get answers for the typical questions:

ANYONE: How are you?
ME: I'm bleeding, stressed and worried that I'll lose my job or that the new place they are going to move us will majorly suck monkey balls.

ANYONE: How do you feel?
ME: Miserable. I'm crying, scared and worried about what's going to happen.

ANYONE: Have you heard anything about your job yet?
ME: No.

ANYONE: Do you know what you're going to do/have you made any plans if you get laid off?
ME: No. I'm going to try and get a job somewhere in UCLA, otherwise I will be moving in with either Jake's family or our friend :kittyroze:. :bane: also may be getting a call.

If you just read these through the first week of June we'll both be MUCH happier. Both meaning me for not having to rehash and you for not getting your head bitten off by an over stressed friend.

I know it's going to be okay. I've lived my whole life landing on my feet after being slammed to the ground. But right now I'm in the middle of it and just want to quietly sit on my pitty pot and search for chocolate. *grabs Cherry Garcia ice cream* TGIFF

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