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June 29, 2005

Riddick Mania!

:jake: bought Pitch Black and The Chronicles of Riddick. I think that I am becoming a Vin Diesel fan. I really enjoyed his character. I thought he was going to be another Van Damme. Full of ego and short on personality. Instead he was confident, funny and kicked ass in the fight scenes. I look forward to seeing more movies with him in it.

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June 28, 2005

Here Kitty, Kitty....

My friend asked me to watch her cat while she was away on vacation. I do this every time. I say yes, then bitch about having to drive out there the whole time. This time I forgot to ask when she is coming back so I'm on week two of gripe mode. She had better bring me something better than a t-shirt...

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June 27, 2005

A Night at the Beefcake Factory

Friday night was date night for :jake: and I. He arrived at the Cheesecake Factory first and got the table for us. When I arrived they pointed me to the booth. Lucky us, we got the same waiter that was drooling over him the last time we were there. I walked up to the table and he was practically sitting in Jake's lap. He's a really nice guy and catered to Jake's our every need. When I wanted more Iced Tea I simply pushed it to Jake's side and he would appear out of no where to fill it. At least he acknowledged me this time.

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June 26, 2005

ME ME ME ME ME!

:jake: took off for a couple of hours to go watch the new Batman flick so I could spend some time alone. It's nice to just be able to kick back and relax for a while by myself. The downside is that I thought about him the whole time, hoping that he was enjoying himself.

I also got to harass :bane: about basically everything and listen to him sing "This shit is bananas. B-a-n-a-n-a-s" over and over. Kill me now.

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June 24, 2005

*Flops Into Chair*

Sometimes there is nothing more satisfying than coming home after a long day and flopping into my favorite chair. Suddenly all the bullshit that I left at the door is a distant memory and all is right in the world. Let the weekend begin!

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June 22, 2005

You Dropped This

My ear looks like I have leprosy and it's going to fall off. Okay, maybe not that bad... but it's still icky. I have some sort of infection on the outter ear that I had to see the doctor over. Most doctors bitch at their patients for not taking care of themselves... Mine bitched at me for not updating the Thong gallery. I love my doctor. :D

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June 20, 2005

Let Them Eat Cake

When I first started in my department it was a g-dsend. Everyone was so nice. It was one big, happy family. We had parties, impromptu brunches, joked with each other and the different areas were almost seamless. The last week before the move I saw a totally different department. People changed. That 'family' changed into greedy distant relatives, each staking a claim to their territory. If anyone stepped over that line an email was shot off to warn others against 'trespassing'. We used to help each other out. Now I heard 'that's not my responsibility' when trying to ask a question. By the time we walked out the door I almost felt a boot kicking me in the ass to move faster. I may have survived the chopping block of layoffs, but I still feel like I lost my job. I just hope this 'new' one is decent enough to stick it out. *crosses fingers*

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June 19, 2005

*Pops A Dramamine*

My weekends are flying by lately. I blink and it's Sunday evening again. My evenings during the week are practically non-existant. I hope it slows down soon. I spent this weekend uploading a ton of humor pictures for the :nct: gallery. The funny part is that it was only one section. I have so many pictures saved for the site. Sometimes I just want to delete them all and start all over. I can see it now... Three months later and over 3 gigs of NEW pictures to go through. Is there a Packrat Anonymous group I can sign up with?

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June 18, 2005

Paris Hilton Ad

Have you guys seen the new Paris Hilton video? I think it's great. People make such a big deal out of nothing. Check it out: Paris Hilton Ad

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June 17, 2005

Shake, Rattle and Roll!

So we had an earthquake yesterday. It was a great way to welcome me into the new jobsite. What's funny is that I'd rather be there than on the 10th floor of my old job. Having the building on rollers may save your ass but the swaying motion makes the earthquake seem twice as bad. At least my boyfriend felt this one. He slept through others and was walking when last weekend's bigger quake hit.

California's weather may be beautiful, but the earthquakes make me want to move. And I'm a California native!

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June 16, 2005

I Crossed The Line

Picket line, that is. It was the last day at my current jobsite and to be honest my union is doing next to nothing to help us. The last memo about the talks stated that they spent two days talking about what some parking CEO makes. Who gives a fuck? I don't see how bitching about the salary of someone who has nothing to do with the clerical workers is going to do anything about working on the new contract. I am so tired of people bitching about what someone else makes... like that's going to make the powers that be cut their salary and give the money to the clerical union.

As I stood in the elevator section some guy walked up to the glass doors and yelled with a bullhorn "I know you are clerical workers in there." So the fuck what? I didn't even get notified we WERE on a strike before stepping out of my car that morning. I sure as hell wasn't going to not go to work.

My coworkers decided to strike 'for a couple of hours' and left us with all of the work. I think that's full of shit. You either take the day off to strike or sit your ass in a chair and work. My other coworker who stayed ended up having a meltdown on me because of it. She later apologized and cried in my office. I know unions are necessary... but I just wish they'd drop the propoganda shit and do their job.

Oh well, today I start at the new job site. Wish me luck!

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June 15, 2005

*Peaks Out End Of Tunnel*

Today is the last day working in Westwood. It's been my second home for nearly 18 years. Onward to the new jobsite. After the layoffs, reorganization of our department and my job duty changes I finally feel like there's an end in sight to this stressful period of my life.

I'm really nervous about what it's going to be like in the new area. I think the last day is going to be the hardest. I'm worried that I won't be able to get there in time, that the new place will have people hell bent on bitching about everything and that I won't be able to even go online during breaks.

I want to thank my friends who supported me through these times and understood my need for space. I can't tell you how much that meant to me. Sometimes the best friends are those who can sit quietly with you, and not have to speak. I knew you guys (and gals) were there and it meant the world. *hugs*

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June 14, 2005

So She Responded....

I finally looked at my ex coworker's site last night and she had responded to my post on NCT. She clarified that by 'higher computer skills' she meant '...in Excel'. She also agreed that she shouldn't have assumed my boss would like her better based on those said skills. She got pissy about it in the end, but whatever.

On a final note before putting this in the round file is that she had said

I could say some people should just be happy they have jobs and that their lives aren't all jacked up, but... no, scratch that, I won't go there... Sorry... I'll try to take off my Queen of the Pissy crown now and save it for someone more desirous of the title.
Why should I let the fact that she talked shit about me slide because I still have a job? I don't pity people. Her life is that way because of her choices. While the last layoff had nothing to do with her, it doesn't mean the other 6 to 8 layoffs across the states were a fluke either. She's 48 yrs old and only claim to fame is that she mails CDs and posters for a band. But whatever... It's over. On to the rest of my life. I'll post more later...

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June 12, 2005

Why That Little Bitch...

I talked to a friend of mine who bumped into my ex coworker. She's the one who thought I should have been laid off instead of her. I ranted about it on NCT last week. Apparently she has been telling everyone she could about how much better of an employee she WAS and that I was still working at UCLA because of years of service. I don't understand how someone can look themself in the mirror and believe that they are 'the better employee' after eight or nine layoffs across the states. She's 48 years old and the only thing she can say she accomplished is posting (not publishing as she told my supervisor) a novel on a website that asks everyone to post a 5,000 word story every year... no matter how crappy.

What kills me is that I was so nice to that bitch. I tried so hard to be friendly... and it was a chore. No one else wanted anything to do with her at my work. In the end I should have done the same thing. It's a good thing my years of service were there... I'd hate to think about what dirty tricks she'd try if we had to really compete. In the end I truly believe I still would have gotten the job. To my ex-coworker who thinks she's all that:

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June 11, 2005

Indian Givers!

When I first posted about my Videos section I was so excited about all of the music videos I could share. Less than a month later I was told that they weren't working. I went to the site and sure enough, they had shut off their videos. I hate when someone talks about offering a great service then cuts you off at the knees. Aparently they are slowly putting some back on. For now I have listed the ones not working as "offline". Hopefully they'll be up and working soon. What really pisses me off is that I put a lot of work into setting those pages up, and now it's basically like my Music section... but not as cool. If anyone finds a similar service click on the contact page and shoot me off a message. KTHXBAI!!!1111

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June 10, 2005

Ahhhhh-Chooooo!

Next week is the big move at work, so we've been packing up our offices. This guy came in with a huge barrel and people tossed garbage in it. The downside to all this is that I am allergic to dust. No really... So I've been stuffed up, my nose has been bleeding and I'm sneezing all over the place. Sexy, eh? This morning I let out a sneeze that got :jake: and the cats. There's nothing like sharing bodily fluids with the ones you love. :D

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June 09, 2005

You Know You're An Animal Person When You Talk To Your Fish

...and it bubbles back like it understands. It's a tragedy when I lose a fish. I'm not talking about a burial at sea while playing taps, but I do hum while I flush. My friends get mad because I care more about animals than people at times. My theory: You put a dog on the airport loading dock and point to the cage and then the plane... If you see fur in the dust you're lucky. That dog's not an idiot. Tell a person their ass is being shoved in a cage while you're sticking them in the ass with a tranquilizer, and that the chance of survival is minus compared to the 1% chance their 'owner' has. How well would that go over? We cut down trees, flatten mountains, slap some tar for the road, and then expect the animals to just move back and cohabitate in a third of their space. Explain road-kill to them. They didn't have a choice. So, yeah... I feel for the animal. If a person makes a decision to purchase a pet, it's a living thing. It's their responsibility to take care of that thing.

I can watch any slasher movie and cheer. Kill the animal, the movie's ruined. I can't expain it. The teenie boppers are usually doing something that they shouldn't be doing. It's the writer's way of saying, "See? Bad kids. They should be punished. Five fingers with razor sharp claws outta do the trick." We nod gleefully as one by one, those bad assed teenie boppers get their just deserts. Think back to any slasher flick when there was an animal involved... When did the audience cheer louder? When goodie two shoes virgin eviscerated the boogie man or when cute little Mr Pugsley the cat jumped out at the end? There you go...

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June 08, 2005

Shalom Pastor Flannigan

What I find ironic is how many churchgoers hot foot it over to the nearest deli after service. Could it be that they're filled with spirituality and are seeking their religious roots? Or does sitting through a long sermon make you crave a good pastrami sandwich? I only ask because the wait at Juniors Deli was so dang long on Sunday that I tought we were going to see Christ arrive. Or revisit depending upon your religion. Whatever. I never got my Pastrami sandwich. I'm not saying that delicatessens are Jews only. It's just that so many gentiles go on about Sunday being their day of rest, close the shop, bla bla bla... Then they get hungry. Oh no, they're closed? Where will we eat? What comes next is, "I'm sorry. The wait will be 45 minutes. Would you like to sit.. Er.. Stand in our waiting area until we call you?" You want the stores closed because some Pope felt Saturday 'just wasn't working' and changed it to Sunday? Fine. Eat at home. Rest already! It's not like G-d came down and said, "Really? No good? Let me get my calendar out... Huh? Oops, you're right. I need the 'revised one' for you. Tuesday? No? Hmmmm. Sunday'll work. It's only a day after. They can schlep around for another day. Done!"

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June 06, 2005

I Love You... Now GET OFF OF YOUR ASS

I had a fight with :jake: today. It's not anything new, just something that I don't want to deal with anymore. My first mistake was holding in my frustrations. I hate nagging and loathe dealing with someone moping. But after two years Jake should have been in college by now and on his way to getting a degree. So far all he's gotten is an SAT book that I bought. I talked with Kittyroze this weekend and she quickly Googled up info about what he needs to do. Instead of saying something I held it in. Jake is so talented and has so much potential. It's not like I think he's going to throw it all away. Rather, I just hate that he's not moving his ass to reach for his goals. Instead of telling him this I held it in until he fucked up (again) and didn't get groceries for lunch. Then I bitched. Now we're in a fight and it's just hanging out there... little things that add up. I keep thinking about our future and seeing it move farther and farther away. I don't have any biological clock ticking per say, but I made a promise to myself years ago that I wouldn't just stay in a relationship for years without moving forward. Here lies the problem: How do you move forward when you can't make any plans? I see myself with Jake when I'm old and grey... I just don't want to be old, grey and unmarried. *sigh*

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