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« July 2007 | Main | September 2007 » August 31, 2007Cranky SimsMy Sims2 characters are not happy. Mini Jake just HAD to go and birth that thing so now we have a mini abortion running around. I was told that if you ignore it the Child Welfare Services come and take it away. That sounded easy enough. Wrong! Every time I click off of the baby for them to do other things it pops back into their mind. I've tried everything. Sex, swimming, making out, exercising... the whole gamut. That little green thing still pops into their head. Meanwhile Mini Jake just HAD to leave it in the kitchen which means every time they go in for food it's there. In order to make it unhappy I can't use the cheat mode to Make All Happy, which means all is not cheery in the Jake/Diva household. Now I have three fussy, whiny, stinky, hungry Sims. it's just like real life. Personally I think this is the best birth control you can offer. Here kiddies, play mommy and daddy for a while. Not fun, is it?
[keywords: Sims2 games] August 30, 2007Hi Ho Ranger Diva AWAY!Or something like that. Lately I've been questioning my choice of careers. By 'career' I mean job. And by 'job' I mean miserable place that pays me to be miserable there. Yeah, so anyway... I've been wanting to change my career. This would require actually going back to school, which terrifies me. I haven't studied, taken a test (outside of the usual 'Which Firefly Character Are You' type quizzes) or even read a book in a long time. The idea of actually being expected to do homework makes my stomach churn. I used to love school. I also used to love Twinkies...
[keywords: Personal Work] August 29, 2007Why You Little BitchPart of the area we're *loosely* connected to department wise decided to email me yesterday and ask if we could do some work for them. Mind you, the person asking is part of a clique that takes 45 minute breaks, 2 hour lunches and meanders back and forth to each others' offices for the other part of the day to chat. In short: she doesn't do dick. With people going on vacation and medical leave our staff is limited. Since my boss is on medical leave I was left with the decision. I asked her to clarify her vague email and stated my boss is not available (she was having dental surgery that day). She sent me a snotty response with the same vague wording and said that certainly someone else could make the decision. Fine... I said no. I also copied our IT guy and suggested he help her set up an email for it. She got snippy, told the IT guy to disregard and said she'd speak to her boss. Fine, you do that you little twit. I mentioned the email to my boss before I left yesterday. She was in one of her moods and said we should try to help. Before I could get an answer back from the little twit about what exactly she wanted my boss jumped in and said we'd do it. Besides that she didn't delete the section that I asked to NOT forward. I was pissed. Part of it was because they don't do shit and this was a total dump. Why make us do work when the IT guy can simply create an account for them? Because they're stupid, that's why... This morning was hectic. We had a staff member on vacation, another calling in late and a third going home sick. I was not in the mood to deal with laziness, but whatever. The lazy cow emails my boss back thanking her, and adds that "it shouldn't have been made a big deal". I was furious. I was livid. I flipped. I emailed my boss a bitchy letter and then clicked send, knowing it was bound to piss her off. It was wrong, especially since she is in pain. I immediately felt guilty. Instead of a bitchy response she emailed saying I was too negative and that things are going to change, blah blah blah... Before I could send my email she was on the phone. In pain. I felt about two inches high. I blurted out my feelings about how they are lazy and this was a no brainer and she gave her reasons why we needed to keep on their good side. Before I could give my reasons why we should tell them to fuck off and die (not really good reasons, but it felt good to say) our fire alarm went off. Fuck! I jumped off the phone and hurried down the stairs for the mock fire drill. I came back to my desk and emailed my boss about the 'big deal' comment, saying that could she at least address that. I hit send and her email popped up... addressing it. At least we're on the same page. She told her that it WAS a big deal when staffing is an issue and that I was rightfully concerned. Take that, bitch! She also added that it would be nice if she planned ahead when she expected to use us and explained that we are doing more work than before. I felt vindicated. I... smiled. HAH! The twit wrote back a lame excuse about just finding out (bullshit) and my boss shot back that this isn't the first time they've had a 'last minute' request. End of fucking story.... *shoots middle finger into air and smiles*
[keywords: Work boss coworkers] August 28, 2007Free At Last!I am free! Free from going to the surgeon's office ever again! W00t! At first I didn't think me suggesting I turn the care over to my primary care doctor (PCP) was going to fly.... but in the end I was free of any further stress from having to deal with Dr. Jeckyl/Mr. Asshole. I arrived forty minutes early, which is about right for me. I slowly made my way up to the office, dreading every moment. At 3PM (my appointment time) they took my vitals and shoved me into a room. I sat there and text messaged until 3:40PM, when the fellow arrived. Unfortunately the last one graduated who said I would be able to transfer care and this one seemed hell bent on keeping me there. Fucking Heifer. Me: I would like to transfer my care to my PCP. By that time I was almost shaking. I just wanted it to be over with. I quickly emailed my doctor to see if he minded that I told them all to fuck off. Of all days for him to not answer back right away. I text messaged Cat about how pissed I was. She agreed. Fifteen minutes later the surgeon came in, followed by the Fellow. Doctor Meltdown: Who is this? I don't even recognize you. *smiles* And with that the saga of dealing with him was over. Done. Finished... No more stressing out over dealing with him. No more hour appointments that are 45 minutes of waiting. I practically clicked my heels as I ran down the stairs and scared some old biddy with my squealing into the phone. I appreciate what he did surgically. I AM a different person outside. Rather... I'm back to the old me. Pre-car accident, when I was able to hop around and not be in total pain. I've still got a ways to go with my back, but it's NOTHING compared to a just year ago, when simply washing the dishes locked my back and made me almost immobile. For the rest... the freaking out on me when I complained about a staff member, threatening me instead of asking me for my side and threatening me as a patient and an employee.... he can kiss my ass.
[keywords: Health] August 27, 2007Our Breasts... and Other SillinessThis weekend was a blast. On Friday :jake: and I went to Pattie's house to check out the new puppy. After squealing and cooing we all settled down to grab some dinner and then talk. I never realized how much work a puppy was. Waking up every few hours to walk her, and then having to hire someone to come to the house during the day. My desire to get a puppy dropped significantly after our visit. It's above breeding, but below another cat.On Saturday we drove to Cat and Mark's house for dinner and to pick up a portable A/C. We went to Daphne's Greek restaurant (Yum!) and then Target for the Air Conditioner. After wandering around for a bit I asked a salesperson where they were. "We're out". WTF!?! Granted, it has been warm... but to sell out was just bizarre. After pouting for a moment we decided to head to Trader Joes for some wine desert. Once back at the Cat/Mark homestead we drank wine, munched on cupcakes (which I got sick from. Go me!) and they played the Guitar Hero game Jake gave them. Even as I drifted in and out of sleep I didn't want the night to end. Sunday the Gruesome Foursome (Jake, myself, Cat and Mark) met for a late second lunch/dinner. Cat and I snapped a photo in the bright sun (see Flickr account) and then parted ways. Jake and I went to feed a friend's cat that was away and trekk down to Home Depot for a fucking portable A/C. After the Target incident I had Jake call to make sure they had the one I wanted. Nope... So we nixed that and went home. An hour later Cat and Mark stopped by to chat and we taunted our friend Mike with Chicken breasts (finally the photo is explained) to see a photo of him. I am one of those weird people who just love photos of people. Especially people I care about. it's a moment in time to remember, a photo to see someone and smile... and I am a total camera whore. Show me more pictures, damn it!
[keywords: Friends Flickr weekends] August 23, 2007I'm Famous... SortaIt's Purple Thursday. I'm reaching, I know... These are the books that were on display for a bookcase in Ikea that :jake: bought. Nice, bookcase, too!I need to get out and start taking photos again. Hell, I need to get out! I've fallen off of my exercise routine since Jake went back to school and it's a bitch to get back on it. He's no help in the support area either. I totally need a buddy system here! It's also hard when I basically have two and half hours after work to jump online, eat dinner and then exercise. Last night I tried a little Sims time and it sucked away an hour. I think that game is going to have to be a weekend toy only. Meanwhile, I am late and have yet to write a rant for :nct: Oops!
[keywords: Flickr purple-thursday randomness] August 21, 2007I'm Trying to HELP You... AssholeToday was a trying day for my nerves. Besides the regular slew of calls I had a guy completely flip out on me as soon as I said, "How may I help you?" Aparently Help = Scream at. After the first SIX times I said "I am trying to HELP you" you went over the deep edge. I decided to kick it into high gear and just.... sat there. I waited for about thirty seconds (which is an hour in silence time... ask JakeD) before reinterrating that I was trying to HELP him and that the only way I could HELP him was if he stopped yelling. I think each time I said HELP it was like a poke in the chest. Just enough to almost say FUCK YOU without losing my job. Finally the little bastard shut up and I put him on hold while trying to track down (and kill) the person responsible for him being on my line. I found the original coordinator who took care of his case and asked for the background. She said that she left a message 45 minutes ago with his wife that he still needed information. Fine. I picked up the phone and began to repeat what she said. Halfway through my ears crawled into the side of my head and shivered while he screamed, "My WIFE?!?! I don't HAVE a wife". I promptly put him back on hold and looked for something sharp as I asked her who EXACTLY she called. "Oh wait. This is a different patient." I snapped, "Fine, then YOU can tell him that" and transfered the miserable bastard to her. Then I looked for something dull. My kingdom for a spoon....
[keywords: Work coworkers] August 20, 2007An Alien Impregnated JakeD in the AssAt least, that's what happened in the Sims2 Nightlife game I've been playing. It's been so long since I've had a game that I could get into this has been a pleasant surprise. I wasn't sure if I'd even like it. The only downside is that when you are playing it you can't chat. The minute you click on someone's IM the game minimizes and takes a while to reload. Next on my wish list: A laptop to play the game on. Dude... it IS like crack!
[keywords: Sims2 games] August 19, 2007Sims 2 is Crack, Man...I have been sucked into the time stopping game called Sims 2. I'm playing the Nightlife expansion pack to be precise. I made a Mini Me and a Mini Jake in one game and just a Mini Me in another. Ironically the Mini Me and Jake Sims characters get along just like we do. Heh. My vote is to start off with the cheats until you get used to how it works. Cat was kind enough to endure all my questions and panic driven IMs until I got the hang of it. Some of the highlights are: Diva: why are my Sims fighting? Diva: and it wont let me inside the house! Diva: a bunch of sims came by too Diva: dude, how do you just.... SEE them? Diva: I think they're dying Diva: I died Now that I've FINALLY sorta kinda gotten the hang of it, I'm really liking this game.
[keywords: Friends Sims2 games] August 16, 2007Me... Striking a PoseIt's Purple Thursday, damn it! I'm at home feeling like crap from a mother-fucking head cold. All the classic symptoms that annoy you JUST enough to not want to go to work, but not enough to take away the guilt for doing it. So Now I am sitting at home and feeling icky. Meanwhile my boss gave me enough compassion to make a flea feel suicidal and I just want to be better and go back to work.Anyway, about the photo. My boss wanted to take some photos to be put up on our website and dragged me into taking some. Besides the fact that my hair looks crappy she had me try and look pleasant and happy while she took the shots. Oh sure... So this is me trying my best to look like I really want to be there fifteen photographs later. I deserve a fucking Oscar...
[keywords: Health Work Flickr purple-thursday me annoyed] August 13, 2007Revamping The Apartment... AGAINOn Friday :jake: started talking about getting a bookshelf for all his books that he has lying around and in a big ole box in the closet. After fretting about where we would put it I remembered that Cat helped re-design a house before using her Sims program. I called her up and asked if she could help. Within minutes I was being sent different options on where to place all of our furniture. Here's the current design and the one we chose. She even offered to come over and help with Mark so we could get all the heavy furniture moved. I cannot even begin to say how much I appreciate all that they have done for us. Besides being tired Mark still said yes and within a few hours we had everything in place. The next day it was back to Hell. Ikea-Hell, that is. I cannot even start to talk about how much Burbank is like the fifth ring of Hell for us. Especially at that fucking store. The people are pushy, cranky and it's almost like war in the pick up area. After returning the extra flooring for a 200 dollar credit (yay!) we ventured our way back into the bowels of Ikea to look for a bookshelf. :jake: wanted to high tail it out of there but I said no. I'll be damned if I was going to make another trip to this place... EVER (unless Cat or Mark needed something). We found a decent one and bolted for the door. After paying for the bookcase Cat suggested we head over to Islands for dinner. Since they knew where it was I waited for them to get their car. I thought I saw them and pulled out of my space (big mistake). When I realized it wasn't them I pulled to the side and hit the hazard lights and waited. Some complete idiot pulled up behind us and started flashing his lights. I rolled down my window and waived him on... nothing. He just sat there. He yelled something and I yelled back, "Don't you know how to go the fuck around!" With that I gave up and headed for the entrance... with the idiot in tow. He followed us all the way around the corner before parking and jumping out of his car. He slammed his door, stomped to the passenger side, opened and slammed that door too. It was... odd. We made it to the restaurant and tried to cool down while Mark laughed about how we manage to get the biggest idiots to deal with. We're lucky like that. :/
[keywords: Rant Friends boyfriend jake apartment home stupid-people ikea] August 09, 2007Sleep Sarcasm:jake: has an annoying sarcastic attitude when I wake him up. Last night I woke up around 12:48am to some faint beeping sound. I rolled over and Jake wasn't there. I went into the den and there he was... sound asleep in his chair while his computer beeped about being over heated (fucking Athlon). I called his name out a few times, each getting louder. Finally I yelled and he woke up. I told him to go to bed and turn off his computer and he threw his hands in front in some sort of oh no waving (hard to explain) and said, Oooh Kaaay. I wanted to throw something at him. Instead I walked over and turned off the whining computer and made sure he didn't knock over the television while teetering around the floorboards we have yet to put into place. Oy...
[keywords: boyfriend jake sleeping] August 08, 2007So Much for Being CheapI while back (lets say more than five years) I bought some nice panty hose that were on sale. Being the cheap bastard that I am I wanted to save these fore really swanky times. This morning I was rushing and ripped a big ole gash in my current hose. I figured I should finally whip out the 'good stuff' and hastily unwrapped the hose. I threw them on and noticed a peculiar sticky feeling on my hands. The elastic had gone bad and my pricey hose turned into sticky, non-stretchy hosiery that left bits and pieces of the elastic on my hands. After a few seconds of cussing I threw them off and opted for the last pair of semi good pantyhose, praying they wouldn't rip or tear. Anyone want half a dozen pair of unwearable pantyhose?
[keywords: clothing cheap] August 07, 2007Operation Floors: Success!We have our floors! It took longer than I expected and the side panels still need to be put back... but the floors are in and *most* of our stuff is back in place. Friday night Kitty and Caufield came over and we started ripping up old carpet. What we found underneath was stained carpet pads (probably from previous owners dog/cat) and cracks in the cement (Earthquakes, baby!). After getting rid of all that nastiness (the effects of which JakeD is still dealing with) it was time to pop out the floor boards and rip up the carpet tacks. I learned a lot about carpeting and flooring these past few days. For instance, uneven cement is a bitch to lay flooring over. Between earthquakes and sloppy work the floor underneath was bumpy. Still... the guys managed to bite the bullet and did a fantastic job putting the flooring in place. You can check out the work in progress at my Flickr page. It's still a bit messy because of the extra flooring we have to take back (Yay for less cost!) and I don't want to put everything back until the side panels are back up. I want to extend a HUGE thank you to Caufield and Kittyroze, and with a heartfelt thanks to JakeD for all the hard work they did on these floors. I love em!
[keywords: Friends apartment floors] August 02, 2007Annoyed with Boyfriend RantYeah, so I'm annoyed. Partly with myself for using the debit card instead of the credit card and shorting myself on the rent paycheck... and partly at Jake for somehow not mentioning that the reason he hasn't paid me for the last THREE paychecks is for school stuff that he didn't save up for and a dental bill I didn't know about. It's not like this is something new. And it's not like we haven't had the SAME FUCKING CONVERSATION about saving money over a gazillion times. Still... no money in the joint account and that leaves me using savings... AGAIN. This isn't even counting his teeth issue which will have to go on my credit card. He has yet to get more credit on his (don't even get me started there). Am I wanting to get married too fast? I mean.. I'm ready. But I just don't see ANYTHING on his end that shows he is. Why should I be the one to ask about savings, bills and such? Why should I be the one to pay the bills and still manage to save for little extras? Why should I be the one to foot the bill for nights out, etc... I love him but I want a partner. An equal. I want someone to catch me if I fall. Right now I'd better have a pillow in hand because if I fall... it's going to hurt.
[keywords: Life bills relationships] August 01, 2007Cat's ShadesIt's 7:12am in the morning. I am *supposed* to leave by 7:02am. So what do I do? I grab my friend's sun glasses that were left behind and mug for the camera to mimic the one Jake did. Four or five shots later I gave up and rushed out the door... and barely made it to work on time. All things considered the photos came out pretty decent. It was worth the few minutes I took... even if I drove like a maniac to make up for the time lost. What sucks is that I'm only 13 miles from work. Most places that is a few minutes away. Most places aren't in Los Angeles. Here you drive by the watch. If it has ANYTHING to do with the freeways you double the time. Triple it if you are driving during peak hours. You know... 6:40am - 11:30pm. Those hours.
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