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« October 2007 | Main | December 2007 » November 30, 2007Friends SuckI care for them so the temptation to smack them upside the head is diverted just enough to annoy the fuck out of me. Take my one friend for instance... the one that ended up helping my boss give me grief about the upcoming holiday season. My response: I can't believe you went there. Oy. You can mention Christmas all you like. It's not like it doesn't exist... ass. :p The 25th is just fine with me. Again... ass.
[keywords: Friends holidays religion] November 29, 2007Thanks... But No ThanksMy boss, in a moment of kindness, decided to give me four hours work time for the time I came in to finish her report on Thursday (and the hours I spent retouching another report on Friday) while sick. The problem? My sick time kicks in after using two days of vacation time. Because she marked me as being there it reset the time back to vacation. Considering I was also taking three days vacation the next week it made me short in time. Also... she's on vacation and not able to be reached easily. It's a great thing until you need her. Now I have to have her sign some error sheet to make it all sick time so I can finalize my payroll sheet that's due at the end of this week. Oy. She bitches about me not remembering things and then totally forgets that I told her NOT to mark me there. *sigh* Hopefully she'll get it fixed in time. Bonus points for giving me four hours working...
[keywords: Work boss] November 28, 2007*Cue Banjo*This year visiting Jake's family was... interesting. We arrived at the airport two and a half hours early like all the media said we should. That was our first mistake. We literally walked in, up the stairs and through the security checkpoint without pause. Yay... So there we were, with two and a half hours to kill and a cell phone camera. Hence all the obnoxious photos on my Flickr account.We arrived without much ado. The most nerve wracking part was as we landed. We hit a fair bit of turbulence that lasted even after we hit the ground. I let out a quiet 'yeehaw' and we left the plane. We found his folks right away and made with the hugs and smiles. While we exchanged hugs I noticed a distinct smell in the air: alcohol. Yeppers, we have arrived. Then it hit me... the smell was coming from his step dad. But of course... We meandered to the car and I started to get nervous as the dad hopped into the driver's sear. Hoo boy, this was going to be fun. First he managed to piss off the driver of a very large truck (he has short man's syndrome and loves to fight) and we had to talk him out of going over and popping the guy one. That was before we even left the airport. Thirty minutes later of riding the trail for the blind and narrowly missing large trucks with six wheels on them he announced we were stopping for more beer. I think my nails hit muscle in Jake's arm about then. After getting some drinks for us (and the beer of choice for him: Coors) Jake's mother (G-d bless her) suggested she drive. He popped open his beer and took a puff of his cigarette (which I'm allergic to) and started to protest. I went into a coughing fit and he jumped out, giving his mother enough time to maneuver to the drivers seat. With that we made it home. Oh joy. Seeing the rest of his family was great. I really do miss having that connection. They got a puppy which I fell in love with (more pictures wil be uploaded later) and spent half the time playing with her. The other part was quite enjoyable. We joked around and watched sports. The only real drama came when Jake's step dad (who pretty much had a beer in hand the whole time) started talking about how he shot a dog that tried to mate with Jake's. Jake kept telling them not to talk about it in front of me (I get really upset about these things) but in their drunken state they just wanted to rattle on. I finally stormed out yelling 'Okay, how about I leave the room and you can continue talking about killing things'. Yes, it was Oscar worthy. Fuck it. Anyway, Jake chewed them out and then came back into the bedroom to check on me. By that time I was texting Cat (until the fucking cloud cover killed the reception) and fucking around with the camera phone. After laying on the mini bed from hell (the air mattress) we ended up taking the photos you're looking at. Aint we a cute couple? Thanksgiving was delicious and seeing his grandma was wonderful. She was doing much better and even quipped 'I can tell when (Jake's stepdad) is drunk', making me smile from ear to ear as Jake's mom tried to downplay it. Riiight. We got to see Jake's friend, Mike, who is really nice. His son is getting so big and is at the stage where he's into everything. It helped to kill ANY desire for offspring. Thank you Mike! We only got to go driving for a little bit on Friday, and the pictures were scarce. We DID take a few of some guy who was completely smashed and all over the road. He even narrowly missed a few head on collisions. Meanwhile I was snapping pictures away and we were letting out 'oooh!'s and 'Whoa!'s while texting Cat. We *almost* missed our flight after Jake's stepgrandad suggested a scenic route to miss traffic. Dude... he almost drove us home on that route. We saw a few bad ass accidents after the rain started and made a mad dash once we got there. Half to be on time and half because we were soooo ready to be home again. It was worth it to see his family but I am so glad to be home it's not even funny. Yeehaw and all that jazz.
[keywords: texas holidays family] November 26, 2007Mini PostI took today and tomorrow off as a mini vacation so I'll write about my *interesting* journey to see the future in-laws later on. It's going to be long.. and leave you shaking your head in parts. Or nodding... depending upon where you're from. Yeehaw, I'm home!
[keywords: blah] November 21, 2007Welcome to America...Prepare to be inconvenienced. Flying nowadays is about the same as major dental work. A necessity and yet you loathe doing it. This morning Jake and I spent ten minutes arguing about what sized baggie I could use to put my slippers in. How stupid is that? The TSA is even sending out alerts to pack neatly for their convenience. I'm not a terrorist, damn it! Meanwhile I have another coat of nail polish to do, makeup to put on and then pack all my shit up. Happy Thanksgiving!
[keywords: holidays flying] November 20, 2007Cheap Tickets Blows Donkey BallsHuge, hairy, sweaty donkey balls. Flea infested ones. I originally went on their site to do the usual 'what's the cheapest airfare' tester. After going on several different websites they had the best. I bought the overly priced tickets and went on to select the seating. Going from LA to Dallas was a breeze. When I moved on to the return flight it kept kicking me out. It would confirm... then kick me out. Each time showing less seats. I figured rather than book the whole fucking plane (although that would be kick ass) I called Cheap Tickets and they said it was a computer glitch on their end and all was well. A few days later I got the confirmation email... saying I had to select the seats. WTF!?! I went BACK to the Cheap Ticket website and tried selecting again. After it wouldn't allow me I called for help. Again they said there was a computer glitch, they're oh so sorry... yada yada yada... all is set. Fast forward to Monday. I get my friendly reminder with some hints and tips... and an alert to tell me to pick our return seats. To say I flipped was an understatement. I huffed. I puffed. I searched through the bowels of my very being to find a way to talk to the customer service rep without using the words 'cow' or heifer'. Ten minutes into the call I was fighting back 'cunt' and 'son of a whore'. That's with being on hold for a seven and a half of it. Apparently Miss Customer Service Rep missed her bedside manner class. After quipping about 'If you read the instructions (biteme) it states that they will assign the seats' I pointed out that they assigned the first seats without a glitch. She came back with 'it's (airline name here)'s decision to assign the seats. They only look at our recommendations. I slammed her with, "So what you're saying is that I shouldn't even use Cheap Tickets because they are powerless to book the flight and I should go through the airlines directly. Is that about right?" Yeppers... I went right into bitch-mode. It's a rarity outside of PMS, which shows you how done I was with it all. With that she cow towed down and politely asked to put me on hold so she could call them and check. My 'go ahead' was the most I could muster up without cussing. I signed onto the airline website and searched for our plane. Two minutes later she cheerfully came back on the line to say all was well and we were assigned seats 14X and 14Y. I was so happy I could cry. I thanked the woman and hung up. I was about to close the browser and scrolled up to see our confirmed/locked in place/mineminemine seats. 12, 13, 17. *blink* No row 14. Oh Hell naw! My eye twitched. My fingers twitched. I was about to scream. Instead I called the airline and spoke to THEIR customer service rep. After laughing about my colorful description of Cheap Tickets and me asking if we were indeed flying on the plane's wings she confirmed that we were on row 13. I thanked her and offered her my first born (IE: used condom). She declined. I was about to call Cheap Tickets back to bitch them out but thought better of it. I'll wait till I get my happy ass back before heading down that dark road.
[keywords: holidays ranty flying cheaptickets] November 19, 2007Do You Celebrate Thanksgiving?"...You know, because you don't celebrate Christmas." I adore my friend but I wanted to clock him for asking me that. Let the season begin. The season of bitching about me not decorating my cubicle, not wanting that annoying fucker who walks around in the Santa suit to throw candy canes at me (what is he on... a quota?) and guilt ridden questions about parties and Secret Santas. Every answer I give turns into me being overly sensitive. Me turning down pork entrees (even though a coworker also doesn't eat it) is another jab at my overly sensitive religious state. Apparently she can turn it down because it's not for religious reasons. A simple 'no thank you' is turned into a reprimand. I'm not a team player because I'm going against what everyone else does. I like to look at the Christmas lights. I love listening to the Christmas carols. It's not like I'm 'Bah, Humbugging' the whole affair. Just let me sit on the side and enjoy your holiday on my terms... and stop worrying about me not being in the middle of it all. Jeesh...
[keywords: holidays ranty christmas] November 16, 2007T Minus Four Days Til Texas...Let the pre-redneck exercises begin! One (bite your tongue on anything political)... Two (bite your lips on anything to do with alternative lifestyles)... Three *grunts* (hand over mouth on ANYTHING religious) aaaand Four *argh* (hum softly to self whenever they bring up *their* points of view on any of said subjects). Finally... breathing exercises (because once you land it's smokers ville). I think I'm ready....
[keywords: texas holidays family rednecks] November 15, 2007If Only It Were That EasyI'm so sick of feeling... sick. My boss called yesterday to find out if I was going to be there to finish the big report. Not once did she even ask how I felt. You gotta love the empathy. Actually she did ask if I was getting better. But it was more a demand than anything. "Are you getting better? Or do I need to make other arrangements to get this report done?" If only life were like video games. In games you just run around and pick up health points to get better. On the verge of death? Here, take this box with the red cross on it. ZING! Much better... Oh? Still not ready for battle? Here's another health pack for good measure. That big bad guy got you in that 'not so fresh' mood? Kill him and take his life points. ZING! Now don't you feel much better? I am sooo not going to be safe to drive near on the freeway this morning...
[keywords: Health Work boss ranty] November 14, 2007Living the LieOne of the Sims2 sites I go to had a thread that brought tears to my eyes. The site is centered around Gay Simmers and everyone is really nice. The thread in question was a guy talking about how he was trying to find a way to tell his Italian Catholic mother that he was gay and how his family reacted to them finding out. From there other members shared their stories. To live a life where you are made to feel different is just so beyond me. But to not even be able to share your life with your family just aches. Imagine knowing that being honest about who you are could destroy the love that you were brought up by. One man spoke of how he heard his father crying and it still tears at him. It doesn't matter how successful these men will be. They will always be looked at as being *gay*. The gay son. The gay politician. It's one step away from pink triangles being sewn to their clothing. For some the triangles are already there... sewn in by family and friends. When you judge others you are judging yourself... just remember that.
[keywords: Society ranty gays] November 08, 2007Toyota Corolla Drivers Suck BallsI swear to fucking G-d... every time I get behind some person driving a newer Toyota Corolla they drive slower than shit after Mexican food. I've started to get a twitch in my eye every time one of them pulls in front of me. Slow and annoying. The kind of slow that makes it impossible to veer around them. These aren't old biddy drivers either. Young people, middle aged people. It's like they get hit by the fucker stick the minute they set foot in the driver's seat. I have no problem with people who choose to drive the speed limit. Just move to the right and let the rest of us maniacs continue on our way... damn it.
[keywords: driving ranty] November 07, 2007Foot in the Door SchemeI just love how people expect us to find a way for them to get lower cost healthcare. We're NOT a community facility. Tell that to a patient (politely of course) and they flip out. Suddenly we money hungry people and the reason they're going to die. This old biddy calls and says she has a paper that says to bring the insurance card... but she doesn't have insurance or the ability to pay. Sure enough... she called before to be pre-registered and got the standard form letter we send out. I explained to her what it meant and that while she is registered it is up to her to work out how she is going to pay. She tries volleying it back to me with her life story, which I cut short. I suggest Community Medical Centers which DO have different programs available and she acts like I sliced a child in half and started chowing down. I agree that they aren't the best places to go... but it's better that NOTHING. Why do people assume that once you've signed up for an ID it's up to the business to take care of you? That's like me hopping into their car and expecting them to drive me around. Move it, grandma! I need to be in New York by next week.
[keywords: Work] November 06, 2007Living La Vida CrankyOh yes, the PMS is kicking in. I really miss the every other month deal. One month I'm a bitch, one month not so much. I try my best to dodge bullets by simply sticking to myself. I quietly play my Sims 2 game and keep the IM chit chat to a minimum. I've gotten pretty good at catching stressors before they get out of control. I've noticed a few people that absolutely drive me batshit angry around this time. Any other time and I can shrug off their comments. When the PMS hits I am going for the jugular and *then* asking if it's too much. Typical conversation: Meanwhile last night I went off the PMS meter. It was pretty scary. I was searching for my peanut butter M&Ms and couldn't find them. I saved some just for these types of emergencies. When I realized that Jake ate them I went right into the zone. The psycho zone. On top of that I was feeling like shit (crampy, etc...), and my friend needed me to look up how to reformat his computer after he got an error. I even called Jake during his class (while he was taking a test) to bitch him out. Insanity ruled the household last night and Jake snuck in with a big ole bag of M&Ms held out infront of him. Smart guy... maybe next month he'll leave my sanity stash alone. Fucker...
[keywords: Friends pms] November 05, 2007Simming It on a New HoodI just started creating a new hood (town) for my Sims to play in. If all goes well I'll be playing Zombie Apocolypse soon. Oh yes... Pictures of brain eating Zombies are dancing through my head. They even have a gun to cut them down with. I am still looking to create a bad-ass Sim that will fight them. It's like my own mini movie. *grins* Yeppers, I'm a tad sick in the head. Most people play Sims for the cutsie family oriented fun. I play for maximum adult interractions and body count. So far today has been good. Even with two people calling in sick it hasn't chipped away my good mood. The huge reports are due, the issues are piling and all I can do is look behind me at my boss' closed door and smile. She's off enjoying her family and I'm enjoying her enjoying her family. Plus... since we're on the same cycle it's nice to miss a month of PMS banter.
[keywords: Work Sims2] November 02, 2007You Mean Actually *Play* the Game?Lately I've been downloading loads of custom content for my Sims 2 game as well as being a complete chatterbox on a few of the Sims oriented forums. I haven't even been able to actually play my game in over a week. How's that for dedication? I've found some wonderful adult oriented clothing and body shapes that give the game an almost porn quality. Add to it the many objects you can get (masturbate/sex chairs and beds, vibrators and rugs) and it's like having a mini adult video going on. I have *yet* to the adult objects by the way... The body shapes kick some serious ass. Being a woman of curves it's nice to have a Sim that has a little shape. I can't imagine many adults enjoying a sexy outfit on an A cup. It's like having a gorgeous set of shoes and a peg leg. Now I have Sims with DDD cups, 36 inch hips and three inch heels prancing around the different lots. Best part: no tripping. If it were me I'd be falling every third step. But... it'd be a SEXY fall, damn it!
[keywords: Sims2] November 01, 2007Mini Vacation Time, Baby!My boss *finally* got the approval for her vacation time. That means for the next six days she'll be hanging out with family and having fun. Meanwhile I'll be fucking around at work and having fun. Lately we've been getting along great, which is a really nice change. This vacation is just what the doctor ordered. Plus, her whole ordeal with having to wait until the last minute to know about her vacation helps us in the long run. She'll be more mindful when approving ours now that she knows what a strain it is to make tentative plans. Meanwhile... I am just sooo fucking happy that this weekend is the end of daylight savings. One more hour of sleep, baby!
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