| Date: | 2006-02-02 19:16 |
| Subject: | What if...? |
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| Mood: |  peaceful |
What if you had some way of seeing the near future? Would you let things go as they're meant to or would you interfere and make things better? I think based on my beliefs, I'd like to let things go as they may. There's no need to change the karma.
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| Date: | 2006-01-31 21:13 |
| Subject: | Life is bad |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: |  happy |
No, actually, life is good. I just made tempura chicken... cooking is definitely better than frying... yummay!
As for the job front, all is good there. I must have my priorities screwed up. Today reviews were due in and by 3 pm, my boss still didn't have my review so I went to the gym soon after, where I get a phone call saying to come up immediately. Yeah, thanks for disturbing my running routine. Buns of steel, here you go. So I went up to find out that my review was nearly perfect. The only thing that kept it from being perfect is that ongoing spat with coworker and it cost me 200 theoritical dollars but that's nothing. Also found out bonuses will be quite handsome. I can't wait. I feel like I can buy a coop in a year if I wanted to but I don't.
Anyway, I feel like taking another trip soon. This whole Portugal/Madrid/Puerto Rico thing is too much for me so I'll do something quite a bit more exotic.
So yeah... right now life is as good as it gets. Happiness rocks!
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So I'm finally starting to make some headway where I've stalled. I've been so busy at work the past few months that I haven't even had time to post funny stories. On a sad note, the head of the dept I work in left today. So now everyone's got this turn over a new leaf thing stuck in their head, me included.
And since everything's changing, why the heck not? It seems like a fresh start. Over the past year, I've gotten rid of a lot of "friends." I need to choose better. I feel like I've chosen really needy people as friends and it always comes back to bite me in the ass. It's hard mentally and emotionally to hear people complain about their lives and their breakups for months and months and months, and you're there for them and encourage them, and then that one day where everything starts to fall apart for you, they don't want to listen or hear it. The one-sided friendship. And it's always people that complain that they don't have enough friends. They don't want to listen and they're judgemental and then they keep asking why it's so hard to make friends. Well, how about this for starters. If you want someone to be your friend, you need to be there for that person. You expect to lean on them but when the time comes to help them out, fuck you. I'm so sick of that shit. People don't want to get close to people that are not there for them. And then next time you have a problem or someone broke up with you b/c they really will never love you and you found out they're just using you for companionship, don't come crying to me.
You'd think by the mid-20s people would mature... sadly, that isn't so. That's why I'm sticking with my 30+ friends. I'm tired of befriending those younger and more immature than me that don't know what it's like to form a solid relationship. People over age 30 don't seem to do that me, me, me thing anymore. Yes, you can discuss yourself, you can lean on me, but I know when the time comes that I need help, I can ask you and you won't freak out like an immature mid-20s going on 12 boy.
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So almost a month after getting my "promotion", HR finally calls me to discuss, what I was under the impression, salary and signing a few papers to say I've been promoted. But that would be logical and as we already know if it's clear, logical and streamlined, the place where I work wants nothing to do with it.
So 2 weeks after HR is supposed to call me, they actually do. I was under the impression that I actually had this job. I don't know how I would think something as crazy as this. Apparently being bumped up and doing ALL the work does not mean promotion to HR. I had to go in yesterday and fill out an application (WTF?!?!?!) for the job I am currently doing, including answering a question that said what makes you qualified for this job. Yes, I actually wrote, I am qualified for this job because I have been doing it for the past month. Is that really wrong?
So then I had my interview including questions like that. It was so ridiculously stupid that it probably showed so much on my face and no doubt moron HR girl noticed. So the last question is salary requirements and I told her what I wanted and she said ok, we'll have to submit all of this, but you're the #1 choice for this position so far. WTF?!?!?!? I am this position!
Then she asks me if I have any questions. Yes, just 1. When will all of this be finalized? A couple weeks. Apparently I need to submit a resume as well ASAP and my boss needs to submit an updated job description and then everything has to be negotiated and paperwork signed. But being that this is a company rife with red tape, it never goes as easy. And there's still no guarantee that I have the job I'm doing. Knowing this evil company, I may as easily not get this job, which at that point, I will have a serious nervous breakdown and ask to be laid off.
This experience was best summed up by G. "So basically you wasted a half hour of your life to find out ABSOLUTELY NOTHING." I swear I need a new job elsewhere.
Oh, and by the way, I told my boss immediately afterward that he needs to submit the new description. He looks at me and says, "I already did." Pulls up the sent email and resends it to moron HR girl.
I'm telling you... HR was created as a place for people who are too stupid to function in regular society.
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So I neglected to mention this and it's probably very hush hush but I will respect the place I work as much as they respect me, so here's all the gossip. I may have mentioned that we've got some real ghetto-ass people working where I work, in certain departments. Thugs and hoods and shit like that. Well as of last week, this now includes those that go postal.
Yes, my company is officially full of crazy people. Some guy, that we not-so-affectionately refer to as pimp daddy, was canned, I'm guessing for attitude problem and the dressing problem. The dressing problem being that he would dress up pretty much like a pimp - colorful suit, snakeskin boots, fedora, etc - you can't make this stuff up. Anyway, he was dating some girl in the company and incidentally she had broken it off with him that week. So now, him being jobless and without woman, what's a man supposed to do? Well, what every normal man does. Go on a killing spree!
He was let go from his job and came back twice, I guess to confront, and of course security let him in b/c they know him, yet they know me (how many white people are there, much less white people with non-brown, non-blonde hair?) and I still can't get in w/o getting clearance. When they sent him away, he went home and made a list. Yeah, one of those I'm-going-to-get-you-lists. People knew he was off his rocker and called his ex to check up on her since she was out of the office that day. They ended up sending the police to her house to check up on her but it was too late. He had beat her and shot her.
Now she's in stable condition, upgraded from critical. Luckily, the usually inept NYPD caught him immediately and arrested him, after finding a list of people where I work that would receive much of the same treatment. Totally scary!
So I will end with my usual note. PLEASE PLEASE GET ME OUT OF THERE. I THINK I WILL DO ANYTHING AT THIS POINT. That is all.
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Yup, so I'm still at work. Working on two product lines and totally burnt out. So why am I burnt out? Well, even the senior project managers here only work on one product line at a time. But, I, as a "Project Manager" (yes in quotes, b/c I do the work, but we all know I don't get paid for it), get to do not one, but two product lines! Go me!
Yeah, so I'm going home now. After all this, I am damn hell getting my Friday vacation day.
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| Date: | 2005-09-21 11:45 |
| Subject: | Drowning |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: |  relieved |
That's what I feel like right now. I don't have an ad agency background, which would help me tremendously in my new position. BTW, did I mention the new position? Yeah, so someone here unexpectedly got a new position and his last day is Friday. My boss' boss offered me his position, which is a step above what they promised me, so that's very good. Yeah, b/c you know my boss would never offer me that position... I'll be here 10 years and still not be skilled enough to be a manager. *rolls eyes* Thankfully she's on semi-maternity leave, working from home like the nut she is, and the promotion is beyond her control. I've been talking to her everyday a few times a day, but ever since it was offered to me, I haven't heard from her. Update - in the middle of this, I had to call her and we had a half hour conversation so I guess things are better.
But I digress. I still haven't gotten the paperwork, yet I'm working on managing this new product line. I feel totally jipped plus I've never worked at an agency and feel like I'm swimming in this ad stuff. I've worked with ads but never on the budget level. However, I feel better about things. It'll take a little time to catch up but at least I know what to refer to when certain things come up and I figured out what was being asked of me.
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| Date: | 2005-09-15 21:22 |
| Subject: | My rant on men |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: |  annoyed |
Men are such fucking fools sometimes. You think telling me something will save your ego? Ugh, it just makes you look so sad and makes me lose respect.
I just need someone who's totally not needy and somewhat independent and motivated and witty and sweet/nice and funny and tall, and probably most of all, someone who I can respect and who respects me. Is that too much to ask for?
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I really don't take too many vacation or sick days; however, on the occassions that I do, something HUMONGOUS always happens at work. Today I'm out sick, so of course, it has to be a monumental day at work. First off, it's been crazy this week (in addition to non-work life, which for some reason also seems to have spun out of control this week). But today I get a call from G telling me the dept head came to see me, and he said I'm a trip b/c I always doubt everything he says. Then 2 hours later, I get a missed call. G again. This time frantic.
Today was D Day. Or rather, we're firing everyone who hasn't chained themselves to their desk day. Everyone knew it was coming. Hell, it was supposed to happen in June. Then July. Then August. Seems like HR finally got their shit together, what with all the other hard work they're doing. *rolls eyes*
She calls to tell me that Security is taking people away. The layoffs have happened. One person in my dept was let go, with an additional possible next week. But some of the names that she told me... a bit of a shock, some fairly senior people. They didn't announce it but rather it trickles around. I get a feeling it's like the walking wounded.
If this were last week, the results would have had little effect on my job, but being how things just exploded earlier this week, this will totally effect me. How? It remains to be seen. But my mama put it best. If you were someplace else, you'd be walking into a totally foreign situation... at least here you kind of know what you're getting even if it may be bad. *sigh* I guess this paragraph may be confusing to all but the one who understands. I guess I should explain for you all, but the wheels need to continue to turn before I'm ready.
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There comes a point when everything in life doesn't seem to go right in life except for one or two things, and then suddenly those two things go wrong and you end up dragging yourself through your daily routine just being and wishing that someone, somewhere, would just cut you a break. But it doesn't come. And at that point you say, at least I have my health. But even that goes on the fritz. So then what?
So you motivate yourself and try to get things rolling. Nothing happens. Then suddenly, it starts to be ok. At that point, you're totally honest with yourself and what you want. And that's when things start happening. And in 2 weeks, you can see possible potential in life. Then you have a 3-day string of good luck. Everything you've been needing and wanting in life happens. And it's good. And I'm happy.
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So you've read about the wedding of my coworker. A couple of us have decided to throw her a SURPRISE at-work shower. Why not? Everyone else gets their wedding/baby shower and birthdays celebrated.
So an email is sent out to everyone in the dept, plus a few people in other depts that she works with, inviting them to the shower and asking for monetary contributions to the gift.
Anyway, one of the girls from another dept (who we already consider a nutjob) saw the email and decides to contribute. She brings up an envelope with money saying "xxxx's shower." WTF? It said bring it directly to us, not to her.
I swear, this really says a lot about the intelligence and common sense of the people that work here.
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Once again, I've neglected by blogging duties. Things have been rather hectic and today is the first day at work that I've had more than a half hour of consecutive downtime in weeks. And it's been so hectic othewise as well. So we'll start with DHL.
DHL is absolutely evil. They are a great company if you get kicks out of ordering stuff never to receive them... which I guess if you have a 200 sq foot studio would make sense if you're a shopaholic... but if you actually like to get the stuff you ordered, then maybe you should pray to satan that they'll burn in hell. I ordered memory 2 weeks ago. It was supposed to come by a week ago. I STILL DIDN'T GET IT. I even had them send it to my job, but NOTHING. They said they came to my apt. I don't know, man... how hard is it to stick a stickie to a door saying "we came, no one was home, we left". 4 times! And not one stickie. And it's not like anyone steals them b/c I get UPS and USPS stickies all the time... like all 3 of them! And now I've got to send my iPod in. Oh... they are sooooooooo going to owe me a new pod.
My dress. I finally got my dress for the wedding. Nice fancy black tie affair. And Armani shoes to match. *sigh* Totally loving it. Oh, and my boss was not invited to this wedding, and to show how little tact she has, she made mention to several people that she's pissed she's not going. GET OVER IT! Plenty of weddings here *I* wasn't invited to. I don't care. I don't expect it unless I'm friends with the person. Granted she was her boss, but geez, that was over 2 years ago! It's not like their friends in the least. Effin pettiness.
My bike. I finally got my bike this weekend. Well really, I got it 3 weeks ago but went all ghetto and put it on layaway. So I finally got it off layaway b/c the weather's gotten all nice and stuff. I went running Saturday morning up to almost Harlem and then walked back down to midtown and picked up the bike. But since I live a flight up, it seemed stupid to just ride it 5 blocks and drag it up the steps. So I went riding. From 63rd St to Canal St, then back up to the upper 50s. I totally love riding!
Shopping. Did it yesterday. Took the Ikea bus out to a href=http://www.jerseygardens.com/>Jersey Gardens</a> and probably bought out the mall. Well at least GAP. I have sooooooo many pants now. And shoes. And shirts. And bags. *sigh*
Yeah...
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So if I find a husband and move down to Texas, I can get married via blog as well. The web is getting crazier and crazier.
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| Date: | 2005-08-10 12:40 |
| Subject: | More news |
| Security: | Public |
This news story is just a tad older but it's well worth posting. It's about a guy and some dolphins.
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Sometimes, just sometimes, you see reputable news sources Post out, as in NY Post, and have that one snarky headline which makes you burst into fits of laughter. As I was checking 1010wins (yes, it's for old people but it's a great place to get concise news stories), I came across the lead headline. I'm guessing a Post writer is doing some side freelance work.
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| Date: | 2005-08-09 12:25 |
| Subject: | Brrrrrrrrr |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: |  accomplished |
I am seriously cold, like to the point where I'm shaking. I want to wrap my pashmina around me but it's currently on my coat hook covering my suit jacket. Yeah, logical to put the suit jacket on, right? Not exactly. That would mean I look all dressed up for an interview, being that I'm more apt to come to work in flip flops than a suit. And while most know that I am looking, I'd rather not make it plain as day when I'm actually going to an interview.
So yay, I'm back in the US in one piece. Things are going. I think I will sign up for salsa classes next week. I've been doing a bunch of design layout stuff at work and want to take a class to get really good at it. Right now my training consists of yelling 4 cubes forward for help and getting trained by one of the design guys here as I go. I still hate my boss but I've been getting calls like crazy, especially after I revised my resume, and they're actually positions that interest me. And I'm starting up as a copywriter for Taproot.
I need me one of those exotic vacation things again.
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My Toronto trip officially ended last night with me flying back home on the 8 pm flight. Oh sorry, that's the ideal world. No, it's Wednesday and I'm still in Toronto. So yesterday afternoon, I head out on the subway to Kipling to catch the bus to the airport. This bus is supposed to come every 15 minutes. I got there at maybe a few minutes past 6:30, still enough time to catch my flight. Waited for the bus 10 minutes. 15 minutes. It's now nearly 7 pm and I still am waiting for the bus, cutting it really close to missing my flight. Started chatting up the guy standing next to me. He told me there was a plane crash and my flight is probably cancelled. Long story short, the bus come at almost a quarter to 8, and not knowing what to do, I piled onto the airport bus.
Got to the airport and situation considered, it wasn't that chaotic. I mean, there were tons of people around, but given the situation, people were trying to be as helpful as possible. I tried to get Evil American Airlines to pay for my stay over the night but they refused, citing "it's not our fault" so I came to a hostel and begged them to let me stay over. It was either that or sleep in the airport. So now I'm here and just thinking about thoughts I had yesterday.
Like when it was raining yesterday, and there were some pretty heavy downpours, oh, it's raining pretty heavily, I wonder if planes can fly in/out. Well hopefully it'll clear up and I should have no problem. And then upon seeing lightning thinking, oh, it's lightning, I wonder if it'll hit the plane and cause it to crash or something. And then thinking, oh no, that never happens, you never hear in the news that a plane was downed by lightning. Yeah, so all this ran through my head yesterday at 2 pm or so. Apparently my thoughts are a magnet for catastrophes.
Well, since my supposed rebooked flight is in the evening, I may as well see the remainder of Toronto and go munch on my new favorite cuisine - Portuguese food.
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Okay, so I'm from NY. And if there's anywhere I expect to be searched in an airport, it's in NY. For goodness sake, they make people take their shoes off to go through the detector. So I go through their detector devices and pass no problem. So how am I a threat to Canada?
As soon as I got off the plane, the girl who did border control marked my card so I'd get everything but the full cavity search. I had to go through immigration like a criminal and declare the same shit over and over again. Which led me to the searchers. I had to open all my bags and get searched. Not the kind where you go to a club and they glance inside and then pat your bag once. The whole we're going to unpack your whole bag, even though you packed everything so nice and neat b/c we fear you may be bringing it dangerous paraphenelia like an "I love NY" tee shirt. I kid you not!
I'm guessing it's b/c I didn't check in any bags (I never do and this is only a 3 day trip dammit), had less than $100 currency (uhhh, ever heard of an ATM?) and the fact that I booked my ticket a week before I came here (which is probably the most time b/w booking a ticket and going I ever did, incidentally). Apparently spontaniety does not exist in Canada. Well, I'll try to have some coordinated fun today, b/c I wouldn't want them all freaking out if I so much as change my plans.
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It's nearly 3 pm and this is the first time I've been on the internet all day. It's been crazy here. More on that later, when I can edit since it's pretty damn negative news and such.
On the plus side, though, I'm actually liking my job again. We're running up against major government deadlines and are short-staffed in the design area. So after a couple minutes of instructions, I became a designer. I can now design crap on a Mac using Quark. Yay me! I don't see why designers make a big deal of how the general population is too stupid to use it. It really isn't hard at all. I did the layout for a contract using an existing template over the past 3 days. And today, I did my very first ad! And being the cheesehead that I am, I printed that ad out and hung it on my wall. I'm such an art dweeb.
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Talk about incredibly weird web sites... Can you guess which one is Mary Kate and which one is Ashley?
And for those on a diet, here are some helpful diet tips. Someone has just a dash too much free time on their hands.
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