I have this weird love for the supply closet at work. It's not so much a closet as it is a series of cubical cabinets. But I love it just the same and still call it the supply closet. Yesterday I was searching for the right kind of black pen. There were ALL kinds in there...a pen oasis. I tried several of the pens on the new legal pads our secretary ordered. Nerd heaven!
I love playing around in the supply closet. Sniffing the post-its that remind me of the first day of school, playing with the binder clips - my favorite office supply, and thumbing through the wide variety of Sharpie markers is a good stress reliever for me. For example, today I was searching for a red plastic binding so I could put a 30 page manual together. Our supply closet has about 45 boxes of those comb-looking plastic things. They are all different colors and sizes. You really have to pull down the box, open it up, check out the size and color, and keep moving on if you got the wrong ones. Seriously dude, I felt like Harry Potter when he was trying to find his wand. I know it's sad that those kinds of things make me smile, but at least I am honest.
Way back in the day, I was a teacher. I loved starting the year with those new pencils and perfectly pink erasers. So I guess now that I'm in an office setting, it's nice to still have those little perks. Man, it's the little things in life that make it all worthwhile.
Friday, July 29, 2005
Monday, July 25, 2005
Getting Tom Cruised
Today was a whirl. I sat in a meeting for 4 hours and it was such a snoozefest. Then I spent the rest of the day working on projects at work. One of them really pissed me off. I call it "Getting Tom Cruised." Here's what happened...I did some changes to a website for another person in my building and she didn't like them. She wanted it to have moving graphics and some weird color scheme - she actually had pages of notes with things for me to change. And all the things she suggested were poop. The thing is, I've worked for years learning the principals of design...and she's never taken 1 design class. So why is she suddenly telling me how to do my job?
She totally Tom Cruised me. She knows positively nothing about this topic and has no room to cast judgement on it. But there she goes...running her mouth as if suddenly she's an expert in my field.
She would shit Pop Rocks if I told her how to do her job. And the mean 8th grade girl in me wants to Tom Cruise her back. But I hate Tom Cruise so much that I just won't do it. Damn you, Tom.
She totally Tom Cruised me. She knows positively nothing about this topic and has no room to cast judgement on it. But there she goes...running her mouth as if suddenly she's an expert in my field.
She would shit Pop Rocks if I told her how to do her job. And the mean 8th grade girl in me wants to Tom Cruise her back. But I hate Tom Cruise so much that I just won't do it. Damn you, Tom.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Work
So it's Sunday night and I'm trying to get motivated for work. Here are 3 reasons I dislike work and 3 reasons I can't live without it.
Dislikes:
1. We kinda have this "community" office area. We are practically sitting in each other's laps all day and there's absolutely no privacy. I don't really need to know the exact medications of my coworkers or the date of their last colonoscopy.
2. The dude that sits near me keeps a small fan running 24/7. It blows up all the dust and makes me sneeze...not to mention I'm the only freak wearing sweaters in July because it's just that cold in the office.
3. I work for a school district and the teachers come back this week. The phone rings nonstop now and the e-mails are flooding my inbox. I already miss the quiet, peaceful days of summer.
Likes:
1. One of my best friends works in my building and she sends me dirty e-mails. Seriously, she and I should publish a book of our e-mail exchanges...we kick ass!
2. The dude that sits near me (the one with the fan) also keeps a radio going 24/7. He keeps it on Sunny 97.1 and if you live near Dallas you know there is all kinds of goodness coming from that radio station. Sometimes, I can even convince my coworkers to dance with me in the office.
3. My job can be so much fun sometimes. No, seriously. Since I started this job, I've been able to do some killer things...like design my own web pages, pet an alligator, tour Southfork Ranch (the one from the tv show Dallas), play with all kinds of new software and sometimes boss people around.
But as it gets later and later, I realize that I still have no clean clothes for tomorrow. I have not packed my lunch. I can't find my watch. I don't think I have gas in the Jetta. Ugh...
Dislikes:
1. We kinda have this "community" office area. We are practically sitting in each other's laps all day and there's absolutely no privacy. I don't really need to know the exact medications of my coworkers or the date of their last colonoscopy.
2. The dude that sits near me keeps a small fan running 24/7. It blows up all the dust and makes me sneeze...not to mention I'm the only freak wearing sweaters in July because it's just that cold in the office.
3. I work for a school district and the teachers come back this week. The phone rings nonstop now and the e-mails are flooding my inbox. I already miss the quiet, peaceful days of summer.
Likes:
1. One of my best friends works in my building and she sends me dirty e-mails. Seriously, she and I should publish a book of our e-mail exchanges...we kick ass!
2. The dude that sits near me (the one with the fan) also keeps a radio going 24/7. He keeps it on Sunny 97.1 and if you live near Dallas you know there is all kinds of goodness coming from that radio station. Sometimes, I can even convince my coworkers to dance with me in the office.
3. My job can be so much fun sometimes. No, seriously. Since I started this job, I've been able to do some killer things...like design my own web pages, pet an alligator, tour Southfork Ranch (the one from the tv show Dallas), play with all kinds of new software and sometimes boss people around.
But as it gets later and later, I realize that I still have no clean clothes for tomorrow. I have not packed my lunch. I can't find my watch. I don't think I have gas in the Jetta. Ugh...
Saturday, July 23, 2005
What was your worst date?
My girlfriends have been bugging me about the hottie firefighter I met a few nights ago. And as a result of their badgering, we started talking about good dates and bad dates.
I firmly believe that I have had more bad dates than any single girl should have. It almost seems unfair. There are some small bad ones worth mentioning...like the guy that kept answering his cell phone while we were having dinner or the guy that actually asked me if I swallowed. But one date in particular was shining far brighter than the rest. It was the killer of all bad dates. I won't use names to protect the innocent...
"David" was a friend of mine and introduced me to his friend, "Adam." One night we all had dinner together and at the end of the night Adam asked me out. I said yes and we did the whole number exchange thing. Hours before our date, Adam called and said that his car broke down and it was in the shop. Instead of rescheduling, I offered to drive. I'm really not one of those high maitenance girls that demands a guy to drive and I didn't see any problem with it.
I picked him up and he said, "I know this perfect restaurant, you will love it." We got to the hole-in-the wall steak joint and went in. First of all, he knew I did not eat beef and he took us to a steak joint. For me, this was the first true sign that things were going downhill.
The restaurant was kinda cozy and even had a "down-home" Texas charm to it. There were only 3 other couples in there so it was quaint. It was a restaurant Laura Ingalls Wilder would have frequented. But the menu was lacking. They kinda did family style meals with only 2 things on the menu. The 2 menu items were steak and venison. Ewww! I opted for a small salad...I'm such a girl.
During dinner he told me that he wanted to start a new religion that is a blend of Catholicism and Scientology. I tried to follow and I even asked him some loaded questions. But I just ended up confused and feeling the need to pray the rosary. Then he made some crass comment about mixed race marriages and how they are "damaging to society." I guess he seems to have forgotten that the little Latina sharing a meal with him has an English last name.
The check came and my small dinner salad was $4. I had water so with tax and tip, blah blah blah, I owed maybe $6.00. Adam's steak dinner with all the fixins' was $18.00. I never expect a man to pay for my meals, I always offer to at least pay for my half. Sometimes, men refuse my money and pay for the meal...which is fine. And sometimes I pay for my share...which is also fine. This time, I took ten bucks out of my purse and put it on the table, he just picked it up and put it in his pocket. Then he paid for the whole ticket with his credit card...keeping my ten and giving me no change. I'm certainly not in desperate need of 4 bucks, but it's the principal of the thing. It's rude, man!
We were walking out of the restaurant and he said he needed to stop by the bathroom. They were right at the entrance so I politely waited for him. It was a single stall bathroom so I knew he wouldn't be long. The walls were so thin, I could actually hear him peeing. Ewww. Then I heard the toilet flush and immediately the bathroom door flew open. As he walked out, I could still hear the water rushing down the toilet and he was fixing his belt. Which means he did NOT wash his hands. Grody! I was so afraid that he would touch me and it panicked me to think that he'd be touching the interior of my car with those pissy fingers.
On the way home he actually suggested that we catch a movie. I told him "no dice," and drove right back to his house. As we pulled up into the driveway, he said, "Oh, I guess my roommate must be home." I noticed that his garage door was open and his Honda was sitting in there! I recognized it from the night David, Adam and I went out to dinner. I said, "Isn't that your car?" He said, "Yeah, I'm taking it to the shop tomorrow." I said, "I thought you said it was already in the shop." He said, "No, no. You should try to listen better, that's not what I said." Ugh! What a prick!
I wasn't sure if I was supposed to walk him to the door or just kick him right out of my car. So I just sat there in my seat and said, "Well, goodnight." That ass actually leaned in for a kiss and I dodged him with one of those side hugs...the kind you give those distant acquaintances who don't deserve a full on hug. Then he said, "Maybe you'd like to come in for a while. I make the best breakfast." My jaw dropped and he saw it. So I'm sure he was not surprised when I said, "No, not even if Jesus was scrambling the eggs."
So anyway...that's my bad date story. What was your worst date?
I firmly believe that I have had more bad dates than any single girl should have. It almost seems unfair. There are some small bad ones worth mentioning...like the guy that kept answering his cell phone while we were having dinner or the guy that actually asked me if I swallowed. But one date in particular was shining far brighter than the rest. It was the killer of all bad dates. I won't use names to protect the innocent...
"David" was a friend of mine and introduced me to his friend, "Adam." One night we all had dinner together and at the end of the night Adam asked me out. I said yes and we did the whole number exchange thing. Hours before our date, Adam called and said that his car broke down and it was in the shop. Instead of rescheduling, I offered to drive. I'm really not one of those high maitenance girls that demands a guy to drive and I didn't see any problem with it.
I picked him up and he said, "I know this perfect restaurant, you will love it." We got to the hole-in-the wall steak joint and went in. First of all, he knew I did not eat beef and he took us to a steak joint. For me, this was the first true sign that things were going downhill.
The restaurant was kinda cozy and even had a "down-home" Texas charm to it. There were only 3 other couples in there so it was quaint. It was a restaurant Laura Ingalls Wilder would have frequented. But the menu was lacking. They kinda did family style meals with only 2 things on the menu. The 2 menu items were steak and venison. Ewww! I opted for a small salad...I'm such a girl.
During dinner he told me that he wanted to start a new religion that is a blend of Catholicism and Scientology. I tried to follow and I even asked him some loaded questions. But I just ended up confused and feeling the need to pray the rosary. Then he made some crass comment about mixed race marriages and how they are "damaging to society." I guess he seems to have forgotten that the little Latina sharing a meal with him has an English last name.
The check came and my small dinner salad was $4. I had water so with tax and tip, blah blah blah, I owed maybe $6.00. Adam's steak dinner with all the fixins' was $18.00. I never expect a man to pay for my meals, I always offer to at least pay for my half. Sometimes, men refuse my money and pay for the meal...which is fine. And sometimes I pay for my share...which is also fine. This time, I took ten bucks out of my purse and put it on the table, he just picked it up and put it in his pocket. Then he paid for the whole ticket with his credit card...keeping my ten and giving me no change. I'm certainly not in desperate need of 4 bucks, but it's the principal of the thing. It's rude, man!
We were walking out of the restaurant and he said he needed to stop by the bathroom. They were right at the entrance so I politely waited for him. It was a single stall bathroom so I knew he wouldn't be long. The walls were so thin, I could actually hear him peeing. Ewww. Then I heard the toilet flush and immediately the bathroom door flew open. As he walked out, I could still hear the water rushing down the toilet and he was fixing his belt. Which means he did NOT wash his hands. Grody! I was so afraid that he would touch me and it panicked me to think that he'd be touching the interior of my car with those pissy fingers.
On the way home he actually suggested that we catch a movie. I told him "no dice," and drove right back to his house. As we pulled up into the driveway, he said, "Oh, I guess my roommate must be home." I noticed that his garage door was open and his Honda was sitting in there! I recognized it from the night David, Adam and I went out to dinner. I said, "Isn't that your car?" He said, "Yeah, I'm taking it to the shop tomorrow." I said, "I thought you said it was already in the shop." He said, "No, no. You should try to listen better, that's not what I said." Ugh! What a prick!
I wasn't sure if I was supposed to walk him to the door or just kick him right out of my car. So I just sat there in my seat and said, "Well, goodnight." That ass actually leaned in for a kiss and I dodged him with one of those side hugs...the kind you give those distant acquaintances who don't deserve a full on hug. Then he said, "Maybe you'd like to come in for a while. I make the best breakfast." My jaw dropped and he saw it. So I'm sure he was not surprised when I said, "No, not even if Jesus was scrambling the eggs."
So anyway...that's my bad date story. What was your worst date?
Friday, July 22, 2005
Classy Galveston
Ok...so my brother got a kick ass promotion at work. While I was very excited to hear this news, I was very sad to find out that he had to move in order to take this new position. He moved to Galveston about 2 weeks ago and I went down there with some family to check out the new digs.
He's got a sweet set up and lives just blocks from the ferry dock. We drove onto a ferry and hit Crystal Beach. We found a good spot, got all our stuff off the truck, set up all the kids' toys, smeared sunblock all over and got our sand castle going. There was this nasty little shop that looked dilapidated and it was tucked somewhat near our truck. It really looked like you could throw a potato chip on that shop and the whole thing would collapse. We just ignored it. At least until some dirty old man came by a bit later and opened up the shop. He started setting up all his nasty items for sale. One example was a flag that looked like a Budweiser can only it said, "Buttweiser" and had girls in thongs on it. Oh and if you ever need a confederate flag bikini, I know where to find one. Really classy stuff he's selling there. We again ignored the shop until the dirty old man put out a sign that said, "Show me your tits." To make matters worse, he had a bull horn and would yell, "Wooo hooo! Show 'em to me!" as women would drive by. Ewww! I looked over at my sister, her husband and their 2 young boys. One of the boys said, "What are tits?" And my sister only replied with, "Pack it up." So we got all our crap and headed to a new spot. Bummer...I was hoping to show him mine and get enough free stuff for everyone on that end of the sea wall.
The next day we discovered that our beach, Crystal Beach, is where a young girl was attacked by a shark one week earlier! Holy shit, man! My nephews were in that seaweed filled water. Did you know that the beaches in Galveston are COVERED in red and brown seaweed? When we were in the water, the seaweed brushed up against our legs and it freaked us the hell out! Then we found out there was a potential shark bite waiting for us in that water? No way, dude. I was willing to go to the beach, but once the water hit my knees, I was outta there.
Our short trip was fun - it's always fun to hang out with the family. And I met some very interesting characters while I was there. I've attached a photo of some of them. But it seems to me that Galveston is an acquired taste. Maybe I just need to visit it a bit more and get used to it. Or maybe I should go there by myself. Or maybe I should just wait for the moon to align with Pluto and change the tides so that there is less seaweed and definitely no sharks.
The Classy Shop on Crystal Beach.
An actual license plate I saw in Galveston.
Foot propped up, window down, cigarette - the Galveston way of driving.
Clark W. Griswald in the house!
He's got a sweet set up and lives just blocks from the ferry dock. We drove onto a ferry and hit Crystal Beach. We found a good spot, got all our stuff off the truck, set up all the kids' toys, smeared sunblock all over and got our sand castle going. There was this nasty little shop that looked dilapidated and it was tucked somewhat near our truck. It really looked like you could throw a potato chip on that shop and the whole thing would collapse. We just ignored it. At least until some dirty old man came by a bit later and opened up the shop. He started setting up all his nasty items for sale. One example was a flag that looked like a Budweiser can only it said, "Buttweiser" and had girls in thongs on it. Oh and if you ever need a confederate flag bikini, I know where to find one. Really classy stuff he's selling there. We again ignored the shop until the dirty old man put out a sign that said, "Show me your tits." To make matters worse, he had a bull horn and would yell, "Wooo hooo! Show 'em to me!" as women would drive by. Ewww! I looked over at my sister, her husband and their 2 young boys. One of the boys said, "What are tits?" And my sister only replied with, "Pack it up." So we got all our crap and headed to a new spot. Bummer...I was hoping to show him mine and get enough free stuff for everyone on that end of the sea wall.
The next day we discovered that our beach, Crystal Beach, is where a young girl was attacked by a shark one week earlier! Holy shit, man! My nephews were in that seaweed filled water. Did you know that the beaches in Galveston are COVERED in red and brown seaweed? When we were in the water, the seaweed brushed up against our legs and it freaked us the hell out! Then we found out there was a potential shark bite waiting for us in that water? No way, dude. I was willing to go to the beach, but once the water hit my knees, I was outta there.
Our short trip was fun - it's always fun to hang out with the family. And I met some very interesting characters while I was there. I've attached a photo of some of them. But it seems to me that Galveston is an acquired taste. Maybe I just need to visit it a bit more and get used to it. Or maybe I should go there by myself. Or maybe I should just wait for the moon to align with Pluto and change the tides so that there is less seaweed and definitely no sharks.
The Classy Shop on Crystal Beach.
An actual license plate I saw in Galveston.
Foot propped up, window down, cigarette - the Galveston way of driving.
Clark W. Griswald in the house!
Thursday, July 21, 2005
5 Things About The Last 24 Hours
1. I developed an addiction to tomcruiseisnuts.com and you should do the same. That site rocks.
2. I ate a purple jellybean that was funky and I spit it out.
3. I talked to a smokin' hot firefighter on the phone.
4. I got the courage to drink one of those C2 sodas from Coca-Cola. It tasted dusty.
5. I went to the beach over the weekend and I finally got the pictures downloaded today. I've posted a pic of me squinting on the beach with bad beach hair...and another one of my nephew and me.
2. I ate a purple jellybean that was funky and I spit it out.
3. I talked to a smokin' hot firefighter on the phone.
4. I got the courage to drink one of those C2 sodas from Coca-Cola. It tasted dusty.
5. I went to the beach over the weekend and I finally got the pictures downloaded today. I've posted a pic of me squinting on the beach with bad beach hair...and another one of my nephew and me.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Uno!
This is my first blog entry...at least, the first entry for my own personal blog. I feel as though I should be shaking hands with the cyber-powers-that-be. Or at least, listing all the crap you need to know about me. But I won't. I think I'll let those little tid-bits filter out over time. For now here are the basics:
*I was born and raised in Texas. And yes, all things are bigger in Texas...except for me. I'm usually mistaken for a 12-year-old girl that lives 2 doors down.
*I'm 29 years old and I cannot wait to turn 30. They say that the 30s are the new 20s which means I get to live my 20s all over again. Sweet!
Alright, you have my A/S/L and that is plenty of info for now. I hope you come back here to find out the many ridiculous happenings in my little life. Oh, and here's a little pic of me in the car with my nephew.
*I was born and raised in Texas. And yes, all things are bigger in Texas...except for me. I'm usually mistaken for a 12-year-old girl that lives 2 doors down.
*I'm 29 years old and I cannot wait to turn 30. They say that the 30s are the new 20s which means I get to live my 20s all over again. Sweet!
Alright, you have my A/S/L and that is plenty of info for now. I hope you come back here to find out the many ridiculous happenings in my little life. Oh, and here's a little pic of me in the car with my nephew.
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