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« September 2007 | Main | November 2007 » October 31, 2007Another Halloween... Sans CostumeLast year I swore (a daily occurrence) that I would get a costume for this Halloween. I'm not a big fan of the Holiday, but the West Hollywood Carnival is such a blast. We're taking Cat and Mark for their first time and I wanted to be as into it as possible. Alas my laziness superseded my interest and once again I am going as a non participant. I will definitely be posting tons of costume photos on my Flickr account! *grins* Happy Halloween, bitches!
[keywords: halloween] October 29, 2007Not Our ProblemI got a pop stating that Vista found some problems with possible solutions on my computer. I clicked on it only to be brought to a page that said the issue was with my video card and they didn't have a fix for it. That was a waste of time and effort. I found it humorous that the wording was almost snarky, as if to whip out a finger and say "Screw you! You can't blame Microsoft on THIS one!" It creeps me out that the OS is keeping tabs on all the little errors, even though I clicked NOT to send the info. If it's something Microsoft related I will... otherwise I shrug it off and restart the program. It's funny how I'll use Microsoft but not trust it. Mind you, it's not like some of those "OMG! M$ $ucks!" people. I just prefer for my software not to tell me what I can and cannot install on my own computer. None of their fucking business and all that. :p
[keywords: computer microsoft] October 26, 2007Bank of OdessaYay for early morning tiffs. I was trying to wake up while surfing the web and Jake says "I put a dollar in your purse and took out the change." I yelled "Wait!" and stomped over. I save the quarters from the different states and had one or two I didn't have yet. After fussing at him he slammed the coins on my desk and said "FINE. I didn't realize it was such a big deal." Enter bitch-mode... "It's ALWAYS been a big deal. I'm not a bank. I need to keep change for when I park. I'm not a bank ya know!" With that I grabbed my coins and looked to see which ones I was missing. Only one of them was new, so I gave him the rest. All that over coins. It's not that I get annoyed about him digging in my purse for change... as much as him assuming it's his without asking. it would be different if I did the same. But anything I've borrowed I made sure to give back. I have yet to see any coins reappear in my purse. By this time I'd need a new purse just to hold them all. Jake also recieved a letter from the car accident lawyer. It looks like the woman is not going to settle and he will owe $1000. After consulting a free legal advice place they said that if he offers to pay half she may not try to sue for the other $500. I say it's worth a shot. So yeah... it will be hard times in this household for a while.
[keywords: boyfriend jake money ragingtexan] October 25, 2007Sorry.... It's a Training IssueThat's what I've been saying since the one coworker started working on our fax server. She keeps kicking back records that have everything and I have be the one to look like an ass when they call to find out what's going on. I swear I'm going to start telling them she's an alcoholic just for the pity defense. Of course... it's funnier if they can see my hand movements when I tell them. Now watch... she's sleeping with Jack Daniels and I didn't even know it. :p
[keywords: Work coworkers] October 24, 2007Creepy Smack DownThe Creepy IT Chick has a few more nails in her coffin. One of which is complementary of my boss. She talks loud. And cusses. And gossips. And bitches. And... she's annoying. So after a round of 'lets bitch about the boss in a job that I'm not even officially hired in' my boss had had enough. She slammed her door (not the first time) and typed out an email to her boss, politely asking for someone talk talk to her about her tone and wording. She actually had a good point. There's nothing worse than talking with a patient who's loved one is dying and trying to drown out profanities and negative comments of the person next to you. CITC admitted her volume level was high and promised to keep it down. That last for a total of three days. Monday she was back to her old self with the Creepy IT guy that hangs around her and their boss came by. She asked them how long they had been there and if she remembered that all lengthy conversations were not to be held at her desk. With that the guy skittered away and CITC was left to simmer at her desk. I could bake an egg on her forehead. Oy.
[keywords: Work coworkers Creepy_IT_Chick] October 23, 2007Macho ManSometimes I want a macho man. A flexing, grunting, I'll take care of it kind of guy. The kind of man that gets his leg chopped off and simply tosses it into a bag and hops to work... and sews it back on during break. Mostly... it's because I have no maternal instinct and see my lack of compassion to the one person I love the most as a fault of mine. Take out the need for pampering and we're doing just fine and dandy. The minute Jake gets sick or just feels ill I go into some bizarre bitch-mode and can't seem to shake it until he gets out of it. Take this morning for instance. He is coming back from a two day vacation celebrating his birthday and managed to get food poisoning. He puked his guts out last night while at school so I picked him up (under threat of death if he puked in my car) and he went to bed. This morning he talked about not going into work and I turned into a mini boss. Statements like "You'll need a note", "This is a bad time for you to call in considering you'll be out with your knee" and even "You sounded JUST fine last night at 1AM when you couldn't sleep" flew out of my mouth . The final "You should AT LEAST go in for a little while" finally pushed him to iron his shirt. I practically bullied him into work. I don't know why I get this way. Maybe it's because most guys I've dated just buck up and deal with it. Most guys I've dated were assholes though. *blink* Well now... that puts things into perspective. Oh yeah... and I've been on hold for ten minutes listening to music and now have Cyndi Lauper's Time After Time stuck in my head. Blah. PS: After talking to a friend it was pointed out that I sounded a bit mean. It's not like I think Jake is a candy ass. He's strong, gets shit done and is the best bug killer I can find. When it's heavy he lifts it, when there's work to do, he does it. This rant is only on being sick... and more about how I react than how he feels. In short: He's a manly man. :p
[keywords: boyfriend jake relationship bitchy] October 22, 2007The Time Before The WeekendI've come to ackowledge Monday through Friday as the time between the weekends. I don't know if it's the impending holiday time off or just that I am sick of this job. Most likely it's a combination of the two. Welcome to the world of pseudo careers and slacker jobs. I've lived my life wanting to work enough to enjoy life. A little money in the bank and enough to buy what I need is really all I wanted. Slowly what I wanted over took what my job paid and now I'm just another shmuck in a dead end job trying to save for things I really can't afford. I dream of owning a home, although the ones I could afford I wouldn't want to live in. I dream of matching furniture.. again the ones I can afford I don't want to get. About the only thing I've managed to secure is a nice car that has payments I can live with and still order out. I love when people throw the 'but you have two paychecks coming in' line at me. Two people living together also mean bigger bills. I'm sure we could save more if we (meaning Jake) were more careful with our (meaning his) money. But I'm not his mom and refuse to be the typical nagging girlfriend. He knows what he owes and what he needs to save for. If he doesn't then the wrath is on him. :p
[keywords: Work boyfriend jake bills money] October 19, 2007I Love You... I Just Can't Stand To Work With YouOne of my close friends who retired has come back to work as a temp to help us out. I love her to death... but she drives me batty at work. She always asks a million questions, seems to be a magnet for any computer issues (like I'm one to talk) and expects me to drop everything to fix her problem. Thursday morning I was not in a good mood and she was waiting for me when I arrived. I didn't even have time to flick my computer on before she was asking me to fix her latest issue. For some reason Microsoft Outlook just loves to freeze on her. Every day. Multiple times. The first five days I was patient. Now I'm ready to revoke her computer privileges. I feel bad because I adore her to death. I just wish I could adore her *outside* of work. At this rate I'm going to kill her before her assignment is over. Oy...
[keywords: Work Friends coworkers] October 18, 2007Fun Through Modern MedicineA woman who works in our office just came back from a mental stress leave. After three months of being off (part of which she was institutionalized) she is trying to get back into the swing of things. We talked about her being on medication and the stigma that it created... even losing friends because of it. I told her that they weren't real friends in the first place if they judge you on that. It's hard to accept that in this day and age mental illness is still so taboo. I explained to her that it's like any chemical imbalance. Diabetes, heart conditions, and other health problems can all be controlled by medication. It doesn't make the person any less of a decent human being. The nice thing was that she wanted to talk about it. She wanted people to know. She figured that way they could make their decision and she would know where they stood. I admire her for that. We had a nice conversation and she really looked happy about talking to me about it. It's one of those awkward situations where you want to tell someone... you just don't know how. An interesting tidbit was how she spoke about her culture (she's black) disregards mental illness. She's going through horrible depression and they're telling her to pray, put her faith in G-d, etc... As if she's just not religious enough and that's her problem. Why do people rely on religion for everything? As if everything else is just a way to stick it to G-d. I told her the next time they're on death's door with a cold and have enough snot flowing to drown a cow... tell them they need to pray instead of taking that Cold medicine. Let's see how fast they backtrack on their opinion when *they're* the ones suffering. Oh, and then duck. Nyquil bottles can cause a nasty bump on the noggin when thrown... even from a weak bible thumper.
[keywords: Health coworkers religion] October 17, 2007The Sims Saga ContinuesI figured I'd update my saga with the Sims 2 game. This way you can totally pity me (or be afraid). This weekend I bought the rest of the EPs (Expansion Packs) minus the Bon Voyage one. After so many people griping about the anti spyware causing computer issues I figured I'd wait for that one. Besides... I think I have too many custom downloads as it is. The only reason I'd want that one is for other stuff and you can design only so many different bathrooms and living rooms per Sim.
[keywords: computer Sims2] October 16, 200764 Bit VS 32 BitsI am too obsessed with my computer. I think I need to just step back and leave it be. After buying 2 more gigs of Ram I learned that the computer will only read up to 3.12gbs. The only way I can get it to read all four gigs is to buy a 64 bit OS. Considering how much of a pain Vista has been so far I can't imagine paying money for another version. Then again, buying XP since it is not going to be supported at some point in the future seems sort of pointless. All this over a fucking game, too. Since I've bought Sims 2 I've been obsessed with all the custom options. Clothing, furniture, hair, makeup, etc... I have been downloading more than playing. So what do I do? Go out and buy more expansion packs. Yeppers, it's terminal. The game is so fun though. I never in a million years thought that it would be something I'd like. EVER! Now I'd rather play then chat, post or do anything else. Dude... I think I need intervention. Strike that. Anyone trying to come between me and my Sims 2 game will leave with bloody stumps.
[keywords: computer Sims2] October 15, 2007Mashin Them TittiesSo... the mammogram wasn't that bad. I came in expecting the worst. I had even did a self mash test to see how it felt. Ow... So when I arrived I was prepared for whining and whimpering and generally being a pussy. The technician was really nice. She explained everything thoroughly and was very patient. I hiked up my boob and gritted my teeth. Then... nothing. It was pressure, but no real pain per say. Even the side way smash wasn't that bad. Awkward, but not bad. The only thing I have to do now is wait for the results. They said that if I didn't hear from them by Tuesday that everything was fine and a letter would be sent to follow up. So far I haven't heard a peep. I make his day.
[keywords: Health] October 12, 2007Short and SnarkyIt's 12:20pm on a Friday and all I can think about is getting the hell out of here. I'm leaving at 1:30pm to go get my very first mammogram (details on Monday... you have been warned). At least I'll have the rest of the day off to recuperate from the apparent pain you go through. I asked my boss what to expect. "It hurts" and "Just remember not to plan it around your menstrual cycle when your breasts are sensitive" were her two comments. Considering I'm on my cycle (TMPI... deal with it) I'm basically fucked. It's pretty sad when having your breasts smashed is more appealing than doing some work.
[keywords: Health Work whiny] October 11, 20073 Years... or 36 Thousand Miles...is music to my fucking ears. I hopped in my car last night and decided to listen to some Green Day on the way home from
[keywords: Rav4 ranty] October 10, 2007Attack of the Peanut Butter Monster...named Jake. I woke up and lumbered into the bathroom, briefly glancing about. I noticed a glob of something by the shower and figured it was some sort of hairball. Lovely... I grabbed some toilet paper and reached down only to see that it wasn't kitty throw up, but a glob of some sort of crystalized peanut butter. Almost like a honeycomb. I cleaned it up and started picking little bits up off the throw rug, then noticed it was also on the towel. WTF!?! Afterwards I went into the kitchen. It was like a Mr. Peanut crime scene. Peanut butter on the counter, the sink, the OTHER counter. What did he do... use his hand to scoop it out? Nope. In the sink were TWO knives, each with big goops of peanut butter on them. A HUGE pet peeve of mine. Since the surgery I haven't tried peanut butter yet... and have always had a thing about not cleaning it off of your knife when done. Jake, on the other hand, leaves half a fucking jar on the knife and then drops it into the sink to sit... and harden... and get EVERYWHERE. He woke up just in time to hear me bitch (as if I wouldn't save it) about his peanut butter orgy. At least he cleaned the knives this time. :p
[keywords: boyfriend food relationships jaked ragingtexan] October 08, 2007Milestones SuckI made my first appointment to have a mammogram. I've been putting it off since I turned forty in April for obvious reasons. With a coworker being diagnosed with breast cancer and it being Breast Awareness Month (as if they aren't made aware of enough) I figured it was time. It's amazing how we get so paranoid about something that's so normal. The possibility of something being found is enough to make us not want to check. I'm fine until I'm coughing up blood... then maybe I'll go in for a check up. I wonder if that's the American way or just people in general. Be it fear or laziness... It's time to squish these babies. Statement of the day: My Boss: "It's too bad we can't make men squish their penis like that for tests." Angry much?
[keywords: Health] October 03, 2007Back to Work... and PostingI'm still sick, but at least I'm getting better now that the antibiotics are starting to kick in. Yay for having a weak immune system. My boss actually sent me home a little earlier the last two days, which shows you how bad off I was. I think she appreciates that I'm even there. She'd better.... I lost all my Sims characters... and even a new batch. I finally gave up and reinstalled the damn thing. I think I'm getting too impatient with it because I was at a different level and didn't want to go back to the beginning. Oh well. Between trying to find all the correct versions of software for my new computer (fucking Vista) and deciding which hard drive will be internal VS external (the computer only has room for two internal) I've been a busy gal. I'll be glad when this is done with and I can get back to just fucking around.
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