Trouble in Paradise
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Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
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It isn't even 5 AM. Why am I awake?
I have a sick sense of humor. I fall more than the average person. Everytime I see the commercial for that Lifeline thing where it can automatically detect when you fall, I think about how much they would hate me as a client. Even though 98% of the time I am fine, it would be great for the other 2% of the time.
I had a job interview the other day. For once I thought it went well. The job would make a huge difference for us financially. I suck at waiting to hear.
I am irrationally upset about the fact that Words With Friends won't load.
Re: Randoms Add Your Own
I started my job in June. Since I began here, the guy two cubes away has started farting. It was few and far between at first, but it's gotten progressively MUCH worse. I think the worsening started around Christmas. We were half staffed (if that), so he just started letting them fly. And he hasn't stopped. This morning he had a long one that lasted more than two seconds. And then he says something like, "oopsie." NO. Not oopsie. Get that shits under control; you're in fucklng public!!!
In related news, here are a few for those who are fans of my turtleneck co-worker. I showed her the symbol that was tagged on my garage this weekend (the whole neighborhood was covered in swastikas and other racist BS early Sunday morning) and asked if she knew what it meant. She said, "let's google it." So she tried. She typed, "gang simbles." The tag also had the letters A.V.A., so she googled that. The first result is some online RPG called Alliance of Valiant Arms. She said, "There is is. Alliance of Violent Arms. Case closed."
I also have another co-worker who is the definition of hypocritical. I've never told stories about him before, but here goes. He loves to make sweeping pronouncements that never EVER end up holding true for more than a few days (or even hours). Here are some examples:
- On a Monday: "I really cleaned up my diet. No more crap for me; I made this tasty soup yesterday. Yum!" That Wednesday: He went to Taco Bell for lunch and got one fresco chicken taco and one beefy crunch burrito (the kind with Fritos on it). On top of that, when his wife called during lunch, he stepped away from our table and we heard the following: "Yeah, I just went out for lunch...Taco Bell...just two fresco chicken tacos." He's such a big liar!!!
- Last Monday, while unpacking his lunch that he'd brought from home: "This is the start of me not buying lunch anymore. I'll always pack it." THE NEXT DAY we saw him duck out at lunch time. We all made bets on where he'd gone. Taco Bell, it turned out. I'd guessed Arby's.
- The day before a business trip to Canada: "I don't drink anymore or watch TV. I'll probably go to bed every night at like 6:30 since I'll have nothing to do!" He turned in his expense report the following week. Beer everywhere. So much beer, he told us he almost puked one night.
- A few weeks ago: "I'm going to run every day." He ran every day for three days. Now? He hasn't run in almost three weeks (we've been asking and keeping track).
This is the kind of stuff that keeps my work kind of interesting. Making bets on when co-worker will fall off the wagon...or if he'll even get on it in the first place.
My Lunch Blog
They really are. I will never forget turtle meat girl.
Katie's coworkers FTW!!
I just dropped my car off at the shop to check out some engine whining and chirping. I think there is a bad bearing somewhere, possibly the belt tensioner. Hoping it's a quick and inexpensive fix ... I need new brakes and tires for an inspection sticker so I would rather not drop a lot on this trip to the shop.
For 138,000 miles though, this car has been very good to me and hasn't had major issues aside from the usual "I am a car and I am getting old" type stuff. It will be paid off this summer and I'm hoping it will go for another 100K miles. That may be unrealistic but it would be so amazing, esp. since it's taken me 5 years to put on the nearly 80K that I've had the car.
When people I don't know get really close to me in yoga, like the girl who almost kicked me in the head last night because she was down-dogging off the back of her mat, it makes me squirrely. I know this is rather un-yogic. But still. Now if someone I know is all up in my yoga grill, whatever, but apparently I have a personal space/don't kick me in the head issue with strangers.
The P&CE thread about Jessica Simpson's pregnancy made me a little sad because I know I will be a huge hideous cow when KU. Of course I will attempt not to make the ridiculous fashion choices Jessica Simpson makes, but still ... I'm built a LOT like her.
There's a guy who is in my class sometimes who takes the concept of ocean breathing WAY.TOO.FAR. It sounds like we are actually at the ocean, only the ocean has asthma and/or a cold. He drives me friggin bonkers. My sister and I call it "harshing my oom". Seriously though, I know it's all peace and love and relaxation, but I cannot focus with the sound of your phlegm washing over me.
I would blow a homeless man for laser hair removal right now. I am a hairy damn beast, and it grows back within 12 hours no joke. Combined with the fact I am pasty white and have dark hair, it is disgusting... but at least that means I would be a good candidate for it.
I got a bonus this month because my productivity performance at work was at 120%. Its so high because I'm doing menial bullshits and have been since I started here in Nov. At least my boss said she thinks I have "untapped potential" that she will be utilizing soon. I feel special. And i like money.
I've been meaning to do my taxes for 2 weeks and I keep forgetting/too busy/braindead.
Yes! I love these stories.
My random: Someone called into my job complaining that I'm a witch, and I'm trying to teach children to be witches, too.
Really.
I'm still SOOOO far behind w/ stuff in my life because, of, well, life that my head may explode
I forgot *everything* I know about public speaking nwhile delivering my portion of my gramps's eulogy this weekend...I'm annoyed w/ me. It was fine, but it still annoys me--I used to public speak for a living, I could have pulled it together better.
I am compulsively checking my 'job' email since I sent a resume to a job that I may not even want/accept IF they interview me AND offer me. I just want to know they want me :-P
The Mr's birthday is this weekend. I'm so not ready for that--I don't even have a cake mix or ingredients. whoops
Update to my car situation.
Apparently the mechanic who replaced my timing belt last April didn't tighten a bolt correctly, it backed out and frayed the belt, and I need another new effing timing belt. I am so fvvcking pissed. $2000 worth of work at that place 10 months ago and they couldn't tighten a fvvcking bolt properly. They will be fixing this for free thank you very much.
The guy at VIP said I'm lucky I brought it in today as the belt is frayed almost through. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
This morning I drank 12 oz of coffee just for pooping purposes.
I used to drink coffee just because I like it and it tastes good... pooping was just a bonus. Now I do it for both reasons equally and I'm not happy when I don't poop as well as usual after my coffee.
POOOOOOOOPPPPPP
It's been an hour, and no poo yet. GIVE TO ME
I asked what it is about coffee that makes you poop not too long ago and I am pretty sure that no one knew. There was a consensus that it is not the caffeine. It makes me angry when I drink coffee and do not poop, as that is the one and only reason that I drink coffee.
Smock, you are a witch? Why didn't you tell us?
I'm so enraged today. I just got a call a few hours ago from our wedding ceremony site. "Hi DL, Sorry, but we have scheduled a performance at the outdoor theater attached to your wedding ceremony site and therefore you will be unable to have your wedding at that time. I'd like to reschedule, which days work for you?"
Me: "Are you effing kidding me? Reschedule? What? Are you going to give me my money back? We have our reception venue already booked."
Yes, I get a full refund since it is not our fault. They have no other available Sundays in October and November and we have already discussed that we don't want a Saturday afternoon wedding, which is the only available times at this ceremony site.
EFFffff it was so pretty and I'm upset. I am having the worst day on top of this already crappy news.
Oh, DL. I'm so so sorry. Nothing like getting kicked while you are down. (Are you doing ok?)
Are you looking into other ceremony sites? I can't believe they would think that this is something that you could be so flexible on.
I know right - let's just reschedule, no big deal. Ugh. We have a few other possible places in mind, we'll have to call around. This was a rose garden and a really beautiful venue so I am really bummed it is not going to work out.
Muddled - I'm hanging in there, I've cried about five times today. In front of my bosses (ugh) and at the vets office picking up records and at my desk. I'm a mess. I'm trying to hold it together.