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« January 2006 | Main | March 2006 » February 28, 2006Shalom, Little MouseOnce again my open mind is dented by hatred. A minister in Iran states Jews created Tom and Jerry as a PR stunt. I never thought of mice as a derogatory term. Then again I used to have one as a pet. How a simple cartoon changed into some devious plot is beyond me. It's like they were trying to brainstorm on ways to bring hatred back in the news and had a mental block.
[keywords: religion racism] February 27, 2006Wow! It's a... NunI saw my first nun. I was driving home while talking to Jake on my cell phone (using the headset, of course) and recounting the day. I glanced over and sitting in traffic going the opposite way was a nun. In a Honda. A nun in a Honda. It blew me away. Yes, I know they are allowed to drive. At least I think the religion allows them. Who knows with all the whacky rules. But this was my first nun. I was excited. After telling Jake he quipped, "You're lucky she didn't smack your hand with a ruler." I retorted, "Honey, I'm Jewish. She'd do a lot more than that." My Catholic friends always talk about the nuns from hell. I've heard countless stories about evil nuns and their heavy rulers, smacking children at will. The funny part is, some of the wildest people I know went through Catholic School. It's like the idea had the opposite effect. It's like the real goal is to keep em penned up until they're legal... then unleash their wild asses onto the world. I've always thought nuns were evil. Well, except for the flying nun. They walk around in comfortable shoes and never ever think about sex. Their only enjoyment is the punishment of children, whether they deserve it or not. You never hear of nun scandals... The preachers chase altar boys around while the nuns sharpen their rulers... JUST in case. Anyway, she looked cranky.
[keywords: religion nuns] February 24, 2006Oh No You Didn't!Yesterday was a joy. I sat down at my desk and was interrogated by my boss. Each report she asked me about had the same response. "No, it's not done." The worst part is that I heard a familiar tone... the tone she used to give me when she thought I was slacking off. The tone that said, "I wan't to order people around". I waited until the people in her office left (although I had to fight the urge to kick them out) and laid into her. Me: I don't know if you're hungry, grumpy or forgetful but your line of questioning was unacceptable. Last week you told me I had no deadlines and to focus on doing the other groups' work. You even told my coworker I had no deadlines and was available to work. I did this through this week and Friday I left at 11am. Boss: Yes, but it's Thursda... Me: Yes it is. And what did I do all yesterday? I found out that only FIVE days in January are correct for the report that's due next week. I spent all day working on that. AND this morning... We're not even halfway to finding out what happened and then they have to fix it. That shut her up. She tried again later about a report that was late because the letter she was writing wasn't done... I felt like it was a test to see how much I'd remember. Boss: Why didn't you remind me? Me: What?!? I asked you. I reminded you. I EMAILED you. Boss: Yes, but... Me: But nothing. I can only remind you so much. EVERYTHING was ready. All I needed was that letter with your signature. I swear that woman will never take responsibility for any screw ups on her part. A half hour later she tried to say she thought it was the letter for the other report. I told her I showed her the letter to sign and that she even came over, saw the report on my desk and asked why it wasn't out. I'm not going to let her wiggle out of this one. Five HUNDRED pages sitting on my desk that I worked on are now in the shredder. *sigh*
[keywords: Work boss reports] February 22, 2006Here It ComesLast week was a mess. On Monday my boss calls me into her office shaking her head. One of my coworkers gave her two days notice that she was celebrating her one year anniversary and could she have the rest of the week off through next Tuesday. She responded with a 'You have got to be kidding' email. After giving her a very hard time she said yes. An hour later the new coworker passed out and had to be rushed to the ER. She ended up admitted for the rest of the week. At that point I would have cancelled the last minute vacation of the first coworker, but my boss decided to let her go (and they say she's always mean). So naturally I had to take over doing their job again, which entails going through over 500 sheets of paper from the fax, sorting the authorizations/medical records out, looking to see if their duplicates and then giving them to people for call backs. I loathe that job. It's amazing how little people think about details when sending authorizations. Medical Group: Why haven't you called our patient to schedule an appointment? I kid you not, this happens daily. They send authorizations without diagnosis, or what they even want the patient to come here for. *shakes head* At least the one coworker (who took vacation) is back today. I will happily dump all the work on her. With a smile. Showing all 32 teeth. Gnashing...
[keywords: Work I-love-my-job coworkers] February 21, 2006*Dims the Lights*Ahhh, romance. The quiet time of the evening when two people get it on. Or at least try to. Last night was as romantic as a three stooges flick. First of all it was colder than a witch's tit. After strategically hopping past the kittens who were waiting to dive into the bedroom the moment I opened the door I hopped into bed to warm up. As usual Jake had already claimed three forths of it. I mustered up my sexiest bedroom voice and griped, "Move over!" He playfully refused so I playfully put my freezing cold feet on his side. At least, I thought I did. He happened to roll over right as I did and I landed squarely on his uhhhh... netheregions. :jake: moaned like grampa Simpson, which started me on a giggle fit. He then stated "I hope you don't mind going lesbian tonight." which made it even worse. After ten minutes the giggles subsided and we tried again. I scooched over and right as he went to kiss me I realized my hair was caught underneath me and adjusted it... and head butted Jake in the face. The romance pretty much went out the window from there. Yeppers, we're a couple of real passion go-getters.
[keywords: boyfriend jake romance] February 20, 2006Blink and You'll Miss It!Wow. That was a fast three day weekend. We didn't do much, but it was nice just the same. I've been a tad on edge lately with a lot of personal things swirling around but it's at least starting to look a lot brighter. If I can only get over my writers block everything will be peachy keen. I never dreampt I'd get to a point where the words failed me. It's against my gender or something like that.. Yet here I am, trying to think of new and clever things to say for my rant tomorrow. I keep telling myself the words will come. What if they don't?
[keywords: nct long-weekend writers-block] February 15, 200623rd Post MemeThanks to Four Furry Cats I have another meme to play with. Yay! Here are the rules: "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." Here are myvictims (MUHAHAHAHA)
[keywords: meme tagged 23rd-post] Happy Belated Hallmark DayEveryone who knows me understands my deep dislike for Valentines Day. First of all, no one even knows WHY this day came to be. How lame is that? Let's celebrate the death of a man for... for... something. Well, he died. Yeah, that's romantic. I've never had good luck around Valentine's Day. In High School I chose the day before to break up with a very clingy guy who was very sweet and very not for me. My friends were shocked at this. Don't cue the romantic thoughts just yet... they thought I should wait to get the cards and presents. Ahhh teens, the depth is astounding. After that I never seemed to be dating someone on that day for a while. Then I had the final nail in the Valentine coffin (get it?). I was dating a guy named Tom who loved to ride motorcycles, was an IT tech and didn't have an ounce of romance in him. I told him my stories of Valentines Day and asked for this one to be special. I reminded him about it a few days before and on Valentine's Day he arrived at my door wearing sweats. After picking my jaw off of the ground I made him drive an hour home to change. When he came back I asked how late the reservations were for. I got "Reservations?" in return. After bitching him out he tells me how it will be no problem. Riiight. We walk out the door and he asks how I'm going to ride his bike wearing a dress. "Simple. I'm not. We're taking my car." Then he pulls a bent flower from his jacket with the 7/11 tag still on it. I wanted to cry. After stopping at 5 different restaurants and being told the wait time exceeded one hour I wanted to give up. Then he directed me to a restaurant he knew would have seats. I parked infront of the familiar rosy cheeked statue and felt defeated. My special Valentine's Day was spent at Bob's Big Boy Restaurant. Suffice to say there was no V-Day sex. The next day after cooling off I ended the relationship. Jake and I had a nice dinner last night and (hopefully) worked out some kinks in the relationship. Nothing romantic, nothing forced. He buys me flowers and cards all year long, so last night was just another night to us. Special in that we were together, not because some guy died under mysterious circumstances. I wonder if they'll have a Happy Hoffa Day made?
[keywords: relationships valentines-day hallmark dates] February 11, 2006Stealth ActionCaller ID is a good thing. After Jake's latest showdown with his mom he decided on taking a small hiatus from her guilt ridden drama routine. I love her to death but the woman feeds off of misery. Her latest stint of once again taking in Jake's dead ex friend's wife who's also a druggie and ran off with her now dead husband's brother *deep breath* with the two infants in tow was just too much. She's like a two year old. You tell her not to pick something up and she dives for it... then cries when it hurts her. Unfortunately this isn't the first time she's taken them in. Some call it southern hospitality, I call it attention whore. This morning the phone rang and I picked it up. After seeing his mom's name on it I waved it in front of Jake. "You want to talk to her?" After shaking his head I placed it back in the cradle. After the answering machine
[keywords: jake mom phone caller-ID guilt telephone] February 08, 2006This is a Test, Isn't It?I arrived at work to see sticky notes everywhere. All the reports I did had circles, questionmarks and "WHERE DID YOU GET THIS NUMBER?" All my work... destroyed. Leave the boss alone for one day and all hell breaks loose. After reminding her for the tenth time how I get the numbers she sheepishly said, "Oh, can you reprint them then?" I sat down at my desk and was shaking. She started to complain about something else and I literally found myself thinking 'I quit. I'll find work somehow.' Luckily it didn't go past the lips. Then my boss storms past me and locks her eyes on a coworker. The next thing I hear is "Get off the internet and get to work". I swear all I could think was, "Thank G-d she's onto someone else." When she came back she looked relieved... like she was able to blow off some steam and not piss me off. Later on in the day she asked me to help her get together a report for a big meeting she has. The meeting that's been scheduled for two weeks. The meeting that starts in 40 minutes... and is 40 minutes away. I wanted to bang my head against the desk. I rushed around, getting everything together and finally got her out the door as the meeting was about to begin. *sigh* I was so warn out by the end of the day I could have crawled into my car. After a 30 minute drive home I get a call on my cell from her. She wanted to thank me for all the hard work I've done and tell me that the report I put together impressed the big guys and may have saved some jobs. That's a hell of a way to end the day...
[keywords: Work stress reports] February 06, 2006Car crash infront of our ApartmentSaturday was a strange day. I woke up and started up the computer, waiting for Jake to get back from the store. I was still half asleep when all of the sudden a loud crash is heard... followed by other crashes. You could tell it was bad. I jumped up and ran to get some clothes on, throwing my robe and slippers as I did. Then I grabbed my cellphone and headed downstairs. The crowd was already forming. Some guy in a white truck wasn't paying attention and slammed into a Toyota who hit an SUV which hit a Mitsubishi who slammed into a Ford Taurus. It was crazy. I frantically called Jake who was a block away. After he went up to call the cops I whispered (come down with the camera). Yeppers, I have no shame.The ambulance arrived and this big guy got out to direct traffic while his partner made sure everyone was okay. Some twit decides to try and drive in between the crashed cars and the drivers. The EMT bellows "HEY! SLOW DOWN AND GET OFF THAT CELL PHONE NOW! Watch where you're going." The chick freaked out and slammed on her breaks. She was so frazzled that she couldn't even drive for a minute or two. He kicked ass... The scariest part was when the owner of the white truck tried to start it up. There was gas everywhere. Luckily the EMT stopped him. He said, "You're not going to even be able to turn your wheel. You can drive straight forever." *snickers*
[keywords: California Flickr accident home Los Angeles] February 02, 2006Four Things Page AKA Meme Heaven:bane: knows what a meme whore I am and tagged me on this Four Things page. There was only one thing to do.... make my OWN Four Things page. MUHAHAHA. Seriously, I love this shit. I spent over twenty minutes trying to find the origin of this meme and then gave up. Oh well, I'm just doing my job to keep this baby alive. *smiles*
[keywords: Bane cyberculture meme fourthings four_things] February 01, 2006Sucky Work WeekLet me get this straight... The coworker who worked a grand total of 5.5 months out of 12 last year takes off for a week and I have to do her work? AND she doesn't even do the work from last month (yes the WHOLE fucking month) and someone else had to pick up her slack? What kind of deal did she make? Sign me up... I've been on edge every day with the amount of work dumped on me and all I hear is 'you missed out on 30 minutes worth of work because you didn't ask if someone was done'. This job is getting OLD.
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