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« March 2009 | Main | May 2009 » April 30, 2009Something They AteI guess the person who flipped a switch on me yesterday crapped out whatever was up their butt. All is well. Oy... Then there's Mr. Nosy. He lied to me about not being able to pick something up and made me look bad (and the person very unhappy) when I called for an update. Now the person is annoyed at him (thank goodness) and I am off the hook. I was beyond pissed when they told me about what he said but bit my tongue. There's no need to drag work shit out to other departments. I DID send an email to follow up on our conversation and CCd him. They replied with a thanks for following up and I believe got their point across. Every time I try to find something redeeming about this guy he goes and pulls some bullshit that makes me pissed all over again. The worst part is that he's not a stupid guy. Just lazy. Ah well, at least I won this round.
[keywords: Work coworkers] April 29, 2009Oh Look...a crappy day. A really, really, REALLY crappy day. One that makes me wonder why I jumped through fucking hoops to help someone out only to be slapped in the face. You know... one of THOSE crappy days. Add to it that I'm now stuck with said person and I'm really not in a mood to deal with any other bullshit. Yeah... I think I pretty much tipped the bullshit intake meter for the rest of the week. Anyone else that happens to give me any shit is just shit out of luck. When they feel the sensation of wind as their head flies by they can thank this first person for it. Bah.
[keywords: bullshit] April 28, 2009Wishful ThinkingLately I've been thinking about what I want out of life. I want to be married. I'm tired of being 'the girlfriend'. I have friends call Jake my husband and I have to correct them. The thing is... I don't want to. We've been together for over five years, which is beyond girlfriend years in my book. I want to live in a house. Hell... I'd settle for a bigger apartment at this point. I know it will be a while but it's a goal I want to put on the table. Moving. Oh man... I would kill to move away. Out of California would be best, but even somewhere less city-like. I enjoy having stores close by but would love to have a little breathing room between buildings. When Jake and I drove up to San Francisco I was so happy. We were together enjoying each other and a different surrounding. The green grass, the cleaner air... it was just so nice. The city is convenient... but sometimes a little drive is worth it. I'd rather live some where that I could enjoy and make a trip out of dinner than dodging a million shitty drivers while hopping over to the closest diner. I also miss our date nights. To be fair it's been so hectic I understand us putting it on hiatus. But now it would be nice to just snuggle together while watching a movie or just eat together. Again, it's been hectic... but we promised to stop and take some time out. I think it's really important. Now that the big trip is over and we've got some time on our hands it's something I want to get back into. I'm just so glad we're finally getting back into the groove of things. I really missed 'us'. Did I mention I'm PMSing?
[keywords: Life Personal boyfriend jake relationship] April 27, 2009This One Time at Band Camp...I was driving to work this morning and a older, beat up Saab pulled in front of me. The license plate cover said "I listen to Saab stories". After the usual "let me tell you about this POS Saab that cut me off" lines went through my head I remembered that way back when I almost bought one of those ugly things. Of course back then I told myself it was unique looking. Then again I was nineteen and thought Boy George dressed 'cool'. I went to my first used car lot and searched through the ones within my price range. There wasn't much. I found one (the Saab) that this guy swore was just the greatest thing since sliced bread. It was a yellow/cream/goldish color with fuzzy seat covers. After a few minutes the guy talked me into sitting inside. The car seemed nice enough. It would definitely be easy to spot in a parking garage (lets not go there). I called my mechanic friend and he gave me a firm NO. Imports were a bitch to get parts for, I would be paying a LOT more than my VW Bug (which some bimbo plowed into and totaled) to have fixed and wait a hell of a lot longer. I sat in the comfy seat again and then snuck out while the salesman was distracted by some woman with the least amount of clothing one could wear without being arrested. Sucker alert averted. It's funny how something so random will bring up a memory long forgotten. Ahhh the days of being a total twit.
[keywords: driving random] April 24, 2009Rock Lobster (Ooh! Ooh oooooh Ooh!)I totally forgot to talk about my funny birthday dinner moment in San Francisco. So we walk into Morton's, a VERY nice restaurant that serves humongous sized portions. Our waitress was super nice and explained that they used a visual menu and excused herself to prepare it. A few minutes later she rolls out this cart filled with all sorts of food and pushes it beside us. HUGE cuts of meat, a Lobster and vegetables. Before beginning she asks if I have a problem with the Lobster being next to me. I shrug it off at first... then say, "Well it's not like it's alive or anything." She tells me that it is and my eyes get huge and I have to force myself not to jump out of my seat. Jake, on the other hand, starts to chuckle. I start to babble and she quickly switches the plates, leaving me embarrassed and Jake with a huge smile. The waitress tries to make me feel better, telling me about stories of people dodging and even her own experience of dropping one that started flailing. All I could think of was she just got another story to add to the list. I'm just glad she mentioned that it was alive. If she hadn't and it moved while next to me I would have been screaming and knocking patrons/tables over to get out of the way. I've had to deal with live lobsters twice in my life. Both were as a child and both ended comically. When I was in third grade dad invited my favorite teacher, Ms. Bell, and my special Ed teacher, Mr. Ross, for dinner. I have Dyslexia and went to classes. Anyway, dad bought live lobsters and put them in the tub. I was excited about our new 'pets' and asked if we could keep them. Dad said no, saying that they needed salt water to live and went back to preparing the meal. A moment later he saw me running out of the kitchen with salt shaker in hand. I was inches away before he realized and caught up with me. The second time he had taken us to The Palm, another swanky restaurant. After ordering lobster tail the waiter excused himself and came back with a Lobster in hand. He asked if this was appropriate and I replied, "For what?" He explained it was going to be my meal before dad could stop him. I have always been sensitive about animals and such, so this didn't end well. I started bawling my eyes out and dad asked the perplexed waiter to take it way. Dad started consoling me, asking if I wanted Scallops instead. I said (while crying), "Wi.. will they bring that out too?" Both the waiter and my dad said "NO" in unison. Scallops it was.
[keywords: vacation birthday humor] April 23, 2009Mandatory Meeting = ZzzzzzzzzzzzI'm sitting in a mandatory teleconference meeting, being bored out of my skull. Now that I am in management I have to do all sorts of things I was able to slide by before. This one totally bites. They sent four different documents outlining the meeting and giving a play by play. Now I'm listening to the woman actually read the one document line by line. It's like the worst bedtime story ever. I thought it was so funny how they said the teleconference would save time... yet wasted 20 minutes reading something I could have read in about 2 minutes. Today also seems the day for sending patients over here without alerting me. I'm doing backflips and sending roses to try and fix all the fires that have been started. It's one thing if I fucked up, but all these errors were from other people. Here's one conversation: Clerk: Hi, have you gotten any information on (patient name)? Basically this twit wasted five minutes trying to cover their ass with some imaginary paperwork that was never sent instead of saying they fucked up and need to send me something ASAP. I'd scoff but this was the THIRD conversation that went like this. Is it Friday yet?
[keywords: Work bored] April 22, 2009I Sing The Body EclecticI live three miles from the beach and never go there. I don't swim and the only color I have are the freckles on my skin. I'd have a kick-ass tan if they all decided to merge. We have every type of restaurant you can think of and I prefer Steak or burgers. There are tons of wonderful places to travel and yet I have only been to a handful. Hell, I just went up to San Francisco for the first time since I was a child. We live about 4 hours from Las Vegas and yet the last time I was there I was twelve. The only neighbor (besides the manager) that I know the name of is the douche bag who annoys the fuck out of us. I have to guess if the others even live here or are visiting someone else. The weather is beautiful and yet I rarely take advantage of it. Most of my friends are long distance or live in hell (the Valley). I'm 42 years old and have never been married... and it chaffs my hide because I don't have some awesome career to show for it. I jump on the online community bandwagon the minute someone waves a new website in my face, and yet can count on one hand the ones I am still actively a part of. Oh, and I have to pee.
[keywords: randomness] April 21, 2009Is My Face Melting?Dear G-d... I cannot believe how hot it is. Our temperatures are rivaling Arizona. Usually we can get by with the fabled 'sea breeze' that I'm always hearing about. Last night I came home to a hot, miserable house. I switched on the A/C and waited for it to get cooler. While the temperature did go down, it was only while the A/C was on. The minute I switched that bad boy off we were back to sauna temps. I asked Jake to switch on the bedroom A/C *thrusts fists at all those with central air* and peeked in an hour later. 79. One hour in a small room and it only went down to 79. We waited some more before venturing in, and the temperature stuck. I wanted to scream but figured it would just come out as a whine. I long, pitiful whine. Pretty much like the long, pitiful whines I was doing all day. Today my office is freezing. My fingers ache and all I can think of is how bad it's going to be once I step through those doors. If there was a way to jimmy the A/C and take it home I would. Meanwhile it's so smoggy on the beach that you can't see Catalina from my window. Ew. I'm looking forward to some cooler weather so that I can once again be smug and post it to my friends.
[keywords: Weather heat] April 20, 2009What a Great VacationI had a wonderful vacation last week. San Francisco was... nice. We drove the cheap way there (no toll roads listed via Google) and ended up being accosted by bugs and the smell of cow shit. HOURS of bugs and cow shit. Every time I'd try to squeegee off the carcasses they'd be replaced by ones that were twice as big. It was like a story right out of Night Gallery. You know... where the guy washes the spider down the drain. Each time he hears the drip he finds a bigger spider. then there's one the size of a pony... anyway, I've totally dated myself. San Francisco. What can I say about San Francisco that hasn't been said? I was led to believe it was a gorgeous city filled with sites and sounds unlike anyplace in California. I'll be honest... I expected something like West Hollywood, only with nicer buildings. What we got was streets filled with tourists and homeless people. Don't get me wrong, I had a wonderful time. I just hate when people build something up to where you're expecting the next best thing to traveling to Europe. My first thought when someone asks me about my trip is "Fuck those streets". That's what I said most. They were steep and made me feel out of shape. Really, really out of shape. I wanted climbing gear. Seriously... mountain goats would be bitching.The buildings were nice and the eateries where wonderful. We found a few cafes that really stuck out. Jake got sick the night before my birthday and spent that day in bed. That night we went out to the most awesome dinner. The steaks were humongous. It was like a side of cow. The prices were pretty steep too, but worth every penny. We had a wonderful waitress and the ambiance was super romantic. I think the only WTF moment was when two German men were seated next to us. Both were well over 300 pounds and ordered the biggest steaks, side dishes and appetizers. It was insane. I don't think I could put away the amount of food they did in a week. The next day we walked through China town. The shops on both sides were FILLED with touristy items. I was quite sad as this was one of the places Jake wanted to go. We walked through and to Fisherman's wharf where we could catch the boat to Alcatraz. Out of everything I was looking forward to this day most. The boat ride was fast and all their warnings of 13 stories worth of steps turned out to be an easy walk. We did the audio tour (HIGHLY recommended) and I was in heaven. That day was my favorite. On the way back to the docks Jake and I looked around and all we saw was tourists. Ironically it was the same thing when we walked outside of our hotel. We looked at each other and Jake said he wouldn't mind leaving a day early. I jumped at the idea. We took the bus back (again, fuck those streets) and that was an experience in itself. People packed in like sardines and shoved each other for space. Ironically no one bitched. When I got up to leave there was a whole lot of bitching going on... from me. Three people dove for my spot, practically knocking me over. They literally pushed me out of the way. I was so glad to be off that bus. We walked back to the hotel, paid the insane parking fees (with a HUGE discount even) and off we went. This time we took the partial toll road route (which ended up not having any toll) to snip off a few hours and our save our sinuses. Over all I'd have to say this was the best birthday ever and I just love Jake for it. So I had a pissy moment when I got back. I looked on nct and noticed 3 people had wished me happy birthday. Others who hadn't even been on the board for a while had gotten much more. I know it's totally childish... but felt ignored. People mentioned that they had wished me well via text messages and on Facebook... which is totally true. Then I started thinking about it... and for the most part I chat with friends everywhere else BUT the board. Text messages, Facebook... even IMs (although I've been neglectful of that lately). Yet every morning I rack my brains for some lame rant that I type out before rushing out the door and spend a few hours at night searching for links. Jake spends the same time helping me by finding news links. The rant went from a place to share my thoughts to a chore. I stick to my blog for personal thoughts so it's really like the poor step child. Second hand everything and hardly any loving. This morning I took a deep breath and posted the end of the front page. I'm not removing the forum. That stays intact until there is no activity. It's where Jake and I met. Where Jenn Jenn roamed. Where my life flourished for the past eight years. So many memories. So many wonderful people stepped through it. I can't bring myself to shut it down. But cutting out the front page will give Jake and myself more time to relax together. More time to go on evening walks and just be together. There has to be a time when you make changes for the good of the relationship. For me... that time was today.
[keywords: Life boyfriend jake nct vacation birthday] April 10, 20092 Months!?!In December Mr. Nosy was supposed to order extra room keys for my office. I made the mistake of leaving it in his hands. Late January they finally arrive and were the wrong keys. Numbnuts didn't give them the correct number. Since he has to order them I bit my tongue and left it to him. In February he said they were finally reordered. That's the last time he checked up on it. Fast forward to yesterday when he says he wants to use my key so he won't have to have security let him in every day (which is NO big deal since I had to do it before). Anyway... I call up this woman and he hasn't checked back with her since February so nothing's been done. I was just floored. Now I take over and get the keys ordered the same day. Unfortunately they won't be ready until Monday and he doesn't want to ask for security to do it for ONE day. It's just beyond me... but whatever. Now I have to wait for his ass when I get back so I can get in. He kept saying he gets here around 7:45am. Every time I saw him it was after 8am. *grumbles* I just hate giving my keys up. This wouldn't have even been an issue if he would have FOLLOWED UP ON IT. Lazy cow. On to better news... I'm taking a week off. YAY. Tomorrow Jake and I will be driving up the coast and having a blast. See ya!
[keywords: Work coworkers] April 08, 2009Not My Butt in a Sling...There is no way Mr. Nosy is going to have my butt in a sling for not having time to learn my duties. He hinted that he 'couldn't find' his notes and would I be able to write up some instructions for him. Sure thing, sparky. Seven pages later I let him know they were ready to go. Our boss suggested he come by to practice a few times. I said no problem but he could also practice from the other location with the instructions. She thought it was a great idea and I left it at that. It's now less than three days before I am to leave for my vacation and he hasn't said a word. I figured he'd pull this stunt so he could say he wasn't properly trained and couldn't do all the work. Fuck that noise. Enter my nimble Ninja skills... or something like that. Today I shot off a pleasant email with all the instructions attached to him so he could go over them, CCing my boss. As her response hit my inbox with "Mr. Nosy, have you gone over to do the census" my phone was ringing. Surprise, surprise... Mr. Nosy was asking when I did the census next. I bit my tongue and didn't mention that it was IN THE INSTRUCTIONS and said, "Ipm". He sent off a reply saying he was going to be doing it with me today at 1pm. Yeah... and then he can start reading up on all the other things that I tacked on there and sweat it for the next two days. After that... I will NOT be answering my phone. If he fucks up my job it's all on him. That's all I care about. *looks at clock* Aaaaand he's late. Figures. Guess who's starting without him. You betcha.
[keywords: Work coworkers] April 07, 2009Creamer Anyone?This morning I woke up at 4am and was unable to go back to sleep. I stumbled out to the kitchen, turned on the coffee and started my day. After eating breakfast I stumbled over to get my first cup of coffee. I grabbed the creamer, shook and.... creamer went everywhere. Apparently I didn't snap the top on tightly enough. So instead of staring into my monitor and making sense of what was in front of me I spent the next thirty minutes cleaning creamer off of the cabinets, coffee pot, stove, counter tops, wall, pots, microwave and then mopping the floor. Yeah, this day is starting off just dandy.
[keywords: suckage] April 06, 2009That'll Teach YaMy boss's boss asked me who worked on the weekend. I figured they were checking to see if I was keeping the schedule up to date so I sent that. WRONG! I get a curt response saying, 'I didn't ask for the schedule. I asked who was working.' After fetching my head I typed it out for them with a 'Sorry'. When I got a 'Thank you' back I clicked it off and went along my merry way to continue working. No sense in saying anything else. This weekend I had a complete blast. Friday I got my car back and made it home in time to order dinner. Saturday I got my hair done and went to our friends' house for dinner. We always have so much fun together, I wish we were able to hang out more. Afterwards Jake and I made a late night run to the store so we could relax on Sunday. I figure we needed one day to kick back since we are going to be running around all next weekend and into the week. I am so excited about this trip! *hops around*
[keywords: Work Friends weekends] April 03, 2009Gee... That Was Worth itI don't get why I'm paying for a maintenance program for my car and still end up having to cough up $136 when I take it in. Nothing else was done. No little issues. So I'm basically paying for them NOT to totally screw me if I didn't have it I guess. I'll betcha I'd have little problems here and there if it wasn't covered. I'd love to just go in, hand them the stupid coupon book and them wave me off. At least it's ready to go for our trip. Now all we have to do is actually plan it. *grumbles*
[keywords: Toyota Rav4 car] April 02, 2009Nothing Personal...I called to make an appointment with my hairstylist this weekend. She's a wonderful lady ("M") who I've been going to for years. She owns a shop that employs a few other hair stylists, including her sister ("S"). "S" is also a sweet woman, but is a tad rough when it comes to the hair. Plus... it doesn't matter how much she follows"M"'s instructions she always manages to burn the hell out of my head with the color. We're talking blisters here. I've only gone to her a few times, but usually prefer to wait until my friend returns for her trips (she has family in Iran). The last time I made an appointment "S" took the info THEN told me that "M" was away and she'd see me. I didn't want to hurt her feelings so I went. Another burned session later I was less than happy. Yesterday I called to make an appointment for this weekend. It's the last time I can go before my birthday so it's a must. "S" answered the phone and I made the appointment. I also asked if "M" was available on any late nights during the week since I have so much to do. "S" tells me her daughter is in town until this weekend so she wouldn't be able to, and that she'd see me on Saturday. I hung up the phone and realized this might mean I made yet another appointment with "S" instead of "M". Now I'm trying to figure out how to ask if it's with "M" so I don't hurt "S"s feelings ("S" usually answers the phone). I'll be so pissed if I have to cancel.
[keywords: Friends hair] April 01, 2009Job Security My AssSo a few friends of mine got laid off. Actually a whole department did. These aren't new employees either. All of them have at least 20 years of service under their belt... if not more. A LOT more. Now they're forced to either retire (if they can) or try and find another job. If the economy were any stronger they'd be snatched up in a second. Well... at least most of them would. Most of them were hard working, ambitious people who put the patients first before anything. After hours, weekends, vacations, sick days... it didn't matter. They'd always end up working. One or two of them, on the other hand, is dealing with a little payback karma-wise for dumping their work on others. Still... I wouldn't wish this on anyone. These layoffs really made me think about how unstable my job can be. If I piss off the wrong people or don't do stellar work... I can be next. No one is irreplaceable. No one.Everyone used to think that years of service meant job security. Not anymore. This is proof that you'd better be on top of your game. Anything else is just a few sick times or showing up late from looking at the wrong end of a pink slip.
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