Remember last week? When I was all relaxed and an almost normal person? Well those days are over. Didn't get home until 8 last night, and was back in that suckhole of an office at 7:30 this morning. And I truly love the fact that I woke up at 3 AM and couldn't go back to sleep til like 5. That so sucks BIG TIME. I hate laying there, with all kinds of crazy shit in my head and why? oh why? am I thinking about work things, for a job I fucking HATE, when I should be deep in dreamland.
I really need to get laid.
In an ongoing effort to entertain and educate, I took the BF's kids here yesterday. This is what I learned:
- Some of the exhibits have not changed since I went there as a kid.
- People will not hesitate to bring their little babies into places that little babies should not be (aside to the idiots that brought their screaming baby into the planetarium show: you are idiot fuckwads).
- That the moon was created from a cosmic collision with the earth about a bazillion trillion years ago.
- I weigh nothing on the moon.
- In the grand scheme of things we are really nothing but dust in the wind.
Do you realize I haven't gone to work in a week? And do you realize how blissfully happy that has made me? Can someone please develop a way to freeze time so I don't have to go to work? (yet still collect a paycheck and benefits). Until that happens I will not be truly thankful.
T-Day was rainy and raw. I made the pilgrimage up to my sisters where we relished the usual food trappings of the holiday. We have a rule when we do thanksgiving at my sisters house -- no dressing up -- so as soon as I got there I put on my nice cozy pj's and curled up with about a thousand People magazines. Today we made a very short trip to the mall (fuzzy slippers!! on sale!) and now I'm home doing laundry wondering what to have for dinner.
Hope your holiday was happy and bright and all that other stuff.
Things I have done in the past 48 hours:
- Got a haircut
- Went back to the dentist
- Had an eye exam, facial, mani/pedi and finally got my eyebrows waxed
- Shopped for pants
- Not to mention dinner out with friends both Mon & Tues
Things I will do in the next 24 hours:
- Laundry
- Lay on the couch
I love vacation days don't you?
Voluntary reporting date for Spring Training: Feb. 15, 2007.
Have you noticed the lack of poop posts around here lately? That's because (knocks on wood) for the most part I've been feeling ALOT better lately. The new meds seem to be kicking in & the doc even lowered my dose of steroids, giving me a glimmer of hope that one of these months I'll be off them for good. I've been trying to stay away from anything fried or greasy and have been trying to make healthier food choices. Until lunchtime yesterday. What started out as a quest for salad wound up with me eating a cheesesteak (oddly enough, without the cheese). And paying the ultimate price for it all night. Oh yeah, it was a virtual poopfest around here. ANYWAY. I didn't go to work today. I felt a little bad about it since I'm taking next week off, and there was stuff to take care of before then, but I really was in no condition to leave the house. As evidenced by the fact that it's almost 5pm and I'm still in my pj's. ANYWAY. "Field of Dreams" was on this afternoon and that got me thinking about Iowa (Is this heaven? No, it's Iowa) or more specifically, about moving to Iowa. Do you know anyone who's lived there? Or even been there? The past few months I've spent alot of time daydreaming about just packing up the car (that I don't have) and moving. Moving away from the craziness that is NYC. Keep in mind I've really never lived anywhere else but here, with the exception being the year I lived in Dallas. Could I live someplace else? Would I be happier? Starting from scratch at my age is a kind of a terrifying thought. Where would I go? What would I do? As scary and intimidating as that is, starting over also has a certain appeal.
Do I have the nerve?
Random Things that I Am Hating About My New Job
At my old office the whole floor shared 2 bathrooms. Since there weren't a whole lotta women on the floor privacy usually wasn't an issue. Now? This new office is all women and there is ALWAYS someone in the ladies room. And they talk to you! While you're trying to pee!People, please shut up -- I need my pee time to be quiet.
I never know what time I'm going to get out of work which makes it really hard to schedule a waxing. My eyebrows are out of control.
The library by my office? Sucks! The "new" book shelf? Features books from about 4 years ago. No joke.
When the head honcho is in the office she turns the thermostat up to 85. Lady, I'm on steroids and premenopausal. First you talk to me when I'm peeing and now you're making me melt? You're killing me.
8:15 am sales meeetings. 'Nuff said there.
A few weeks ago a squirrel decided that my AC would be a perfect place to set up shop. I was fascinated as I watched him build his nest by dragging branches from neighboring trees. It's been a couple of weeks since I've seen the squirrel-- this morning he decided to come by and eat his nuts (and pose for some pictures). 
Speaking of great tv shows, what the hell ever happened to the 3rd season of "Once and Again" being released on DVD?
And also? What fucking idiot decided to split the season of "Lost?" I just found out tonight's episode is the last one til like Feb? WTF??? ABC you suck.
I've been seeing my dentist rather regularly lately as I'm having a root canal and all the other dental work that comes with it. My DDS is a really nice guy and that makes going there a little less painful. He reminds me of someone and I couldn't quite put my finger on who -- and then it hit me. He looks like John Doman (Rawls) from "The Wire". Man, I love that guy.
Listen to me, McNulty. You took a lot of risks. You played a lot of wild cards. And, you made a lot of fucking people do a lot of things they didn't want to do. You, McNulty are a gaping asshole. I know it, and I'll be fucked if everybody in CID didn't know it. But, I'll be also fucked if I let you sit here and think you did a single fucking thing to get a fucking police shot. Believe it or not, not everything is about you. Get it into your head McNulty it's not your fault. And the motherfucker telling you this, he fucking hates your guts. So, you know, that if it was your fault, I'd be the first son of a bitch to tell you. Shit went bad, she took two for the company. That's the only lesson here.
You'll never guess what I had for dinner tonight! Chicken soup! That I made myself! Yes, you read that right -- and it was mighty tasty, if I do say so myself. I even put little alphabet pasta in it. How fucking awesome is that? Are you impressed? Because I am. Up until yesterday I had never made soup from scratch before. Unless you count Cup-A-Soup. For my next forary into the kitchen I will make ice from scratch!
A beautiful crisp fall day with an impossibly blue sky. A credit card and over 200 stores for the taking.
Yesterday I headed up north to Woodbury Commons with my sis & the BIL. The goal? Pants. While Mother Nature cooperated, the discounted retail gods were against me. Jones NY? The one pair they had in my size that I liked: stained. The Gap? Forget it. Eddie Bauer? Had the the perfect paints. Perfect in every way except they didn't have my size. The list goes on and on.... I did however buy about $50 worth of socks. I may be forced to wear the same pants over and over but by god I now have a vast selection of socks! So if you see a 40-something, curly haired female on the streets of NYC with no pants but great socks, you know it's me!
My brain is such a big pile of mush right now. It has discarded, absorbed and processed so much info in the last 2 weeks it's a minor miracle I can remember my name. Leslie? Linda?
I am settling into the rhythm, if you will, of the new job. I don't think I am ever going to like working there so my quest for new employment continues but until that new job comes along I have to be able to cope with this one. The really wild thing? I've been so worried that they were going to try to cut my salary and I got a raise. I know! A raise. Which amounts to be about $13 a week. I'll try not to go to crazy with that small fortune.
Apropos of nothing, there is shit on TV on Friday nights so I just watched ER which I taped (how quaint) last night because it was 9:45 and I couldn't keep my eyes open. How fucking hot is John Stamos? And for all you "Freaks & Geeks" fans Kim Kelly is now on ER too. She & Lindsay are reunited! And how fucking awesome is "The Office?!" I was afraid this season was going to turn into the Jim & Pam show but those fears have been quashed & quelled. And the little snippet at the end? Priceless my friends!
I'm off to partake in my family's favorite pasttime tomorrow -- Woodbury Common Outlets! I fully intend on shopping til I drop.
