Wednesday, November 26, 2003

Ah, Turkey Day. It will be nice to have a few days off and gourge myself. Maybe I'll even shop a little bit. Who knows.

I do hope we get out of here early today. The rumor is 1, but we'll see. There are always some fuckers who have to wait until the last minute to send stuff. The bastards.

I know no one really cares, but we just had word from the bigwigs that we get to leave at 1 Hurrah!

Tuesday, November 18, 2003

It is so fucking cold in here. I don't understand. Can't they find a median temperature that we can all be happy with? I mean, it's either sweltering or freezing. There is no in-between. Maybe they're just trying to keep us awake by making us incredibly uncomfortable.
I think that's it.

Oh, and Christmas is coming. Buy something from me, dammit!! It's good stuff!
Thank you.

Thursday, November 13, 2003

I WON!!! I love it when I win things, any thing, really. Yesterday there was an employee benefits fair here at work, and there was a raffle for random things. I won a Powerpuff Girls Save the Day game. It looks very exciting. Of course I was hoping for the giant MetLife stuffed Snoopy or the Braves throw, but hey, I'll take what I can get. This game will either make some little girl very happy (after I donate it to Toys for Tots or some such organization), or keep us busy here at work when there's nothing else to do and online scrabble isn't cooperating (which is quite often, unfortunately). I can't say I don't like my job, because it's really incredibly simple. I can play games on the internet (I'm a Dynomite addict), cross-stitch, build web pages, start a business, all while getting paid a rather competitive rate. Plus, we just found out today that we have casual days from now until the end of the year. Score! But now I have to wash some jeans so I have something to wear. Hm.

Monday, November 10, 2003

I am a Snickers addict. They actually call to me. I can hear them call to me from the candy machine down the hall. Sure, I know they're no good for me. I know the sweet sweet chocolate and nougat won't accelerate my weight loss. But they satisfy me. The tagline doesn't lie. It satisfies my chocoholic tendencies. This is very important for a woman. There should be an "Ode to a Snickers". If I was feeling more poetic, I might attempt to compose one myself. If there's an "Ode to a Grecian Urn", why shouldn't there be an ode to snickers? Note to self: write ode.
Mmmm...chocolate bliss....

Thursday, November 06, 2003

Aw. Alison's pregnant. She's so cute, too. Alison is a girl I work with who hardly ever says anything to anyone, but she's super-nice, and even funny. I like her, and I'm glad she's having a baby. I'll have to buy her something.

My shoes stink, however, and that's not funny. Apparently they got a little too wet last night when I was slogging around with the dog in the rain. Not smart, I guess. I've been thinking about replacing them anyway, because I've worn them so much that they've gotten a little stinky on the inside, too. Yuck. Maybe I should invest in some Odor Eaters. Eh. They have these shoes at Target (that's pronounced Tar-jay) for like 20 bucks. I like that.

Ho hum. Another day, another 50 cents.

Wednesday, November 05, 2003

I had to buy another Halloween costume, and I still haven't received the one I ordered from that guy. So, I'm now in the process of reporting him as a fraud, and trying to get my money back. Bastard. As a result, I was so over Halloween, I wasn't even in the mood to party. But I went, and had fun. Everyone pooped out early, so it wasn't too bad. I'll post pictures when I get them.

Anyway, nothing new going on around here, other than trying to get my 40 bucks back. Work has been so incredibly boring. Get this, the NY office went to Puerto Rico, all expenses paid, for a sales meeting. did we get to go? No sir. We get to sit here with our thumbs up our asses because there's nothing to do because NY is in Puerto Rico sitting on the beach making drunken phone calls to us trying to get phantom spots on the air. But I'm not bitter.