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| Office Birthday Party |
| 08.31.07 (12:22 pm) [edit] |
| You're going to love this. My birthday was last week. The office decides to celebrate it yesterday by ordering a cake sending out an email to let me know to be in the break room at 2pm yesterday to celebrate my birthday. The office is in Tampa. I'm in Atlanta. |
| 11 Comments |
| Is Porn really EVIL? |
| 08.28.07 (12:57 pm) [edit] |
| I'm sitting at Atlanta Bread Company using their free wifi while waiting for a meeting. It's a somewhat upscale sandwich place. (This is the place where the lady unplugged my laptop without asking because of the electrical fields disrupting her dining experience.) Anyway, I'm sitting here, updating my LinkedIn stuff. To my right is a table of 8 guys in ties talking business. Guy closest to me keeps taking long lingering glances at what I'm doing. Not just a casual glance but long enough to read what I'm typing. So I pulled up a porn site. Just kept it up for about 15 seconds while he glanced over again while sipping his drink. He choked on his soda. I just smiled to myself and went back to my work. Would you say that was evil or devious? |
| 14 Comments |
| He'd do me |
| 08.28.07 (11:15 am) [edit] |
| Fish tank last night. There is an IT convention in town - had a friend that was attending, so I signed up b/c we rarely see each other. He looked cute. Sweet guy but he smokes and has no desire to quit. Plus he has no passion in life. We talked a while with some of his coworker friends. I had to go do my volunteering responsibilities and he had to eat. After they chowed down, he came back by to say goodbye. Had a hug and he went on his way. The hug was in front of other volunteers. They thought I had just met him that evening. (I didn't bother to correct them.) The rest of the evening was spent feigning off drunk men making a lot of bad innuendos. What is it with IT geeks that get a few drinks in them and they think they are suave? (pronounced 'swave') Got an email from my friend last time saying it was great to see me again and his friend said he'd 'do' me. The sentiment was not mutual. But I guess that's a compliment? |
| 2 Comments |
| Reverse Racism |
| 08.17.07 (6:56 pm) [edit] |
| Business b'fast at the fish tank this morning. For a change, I was a guest and not a volunteer. It was a small business b'fast put on by WAMU (the bank) and a local radio station. I was standing at one of the viewing windows with some other attendees, offering some commentary on the fish. The mayor of Atlanta arrives. (Seen her before, not impressed.) A photographer asks if we'll pose for a picture. Everyone gets in photo position (about 15 of us). Then the photographer asks me to step aside. Um. Ok. I didn't really want a pic of me with the mayor anyway. However, I notice as I'm walking away from the group - I was the only white person in the picture. Other than the mayor, there weren't any "VIPS" so it wasn't like that was the reason to be excluded. They were all average joes/janes. They didn't want a white person in the picture. Someone else that saw it said that the only other explanation was that they didn't want someone beautiful in the picture. Nice try, but I don't buy it. |
| 1 Comments |
| Sucked Dry |
| 08.14.07 (11:42 am) [edit] |
| A few months ago, I met a guy at a business function. He was launching a new service and asked for my feedback/insight on helping him. I agreed to help. But it got to the point he was really demanding with my help. I'm happy to help others, but when it is encroaching on my job, my sleep, and free time, it's quite a commitment. And when this individual gets really pissy because I'm unavailable to meet/chat with him during the day, it's time to look at things. His lack of gratitude and 'gimme gimme gimme' are sucking the life out of me. He's reached his maximum with me. I got my new laptop for my own use and, I'm not loving it. The keys are funky for typing and the screen is really shiny- it's hard to read. And Vista... I hate it. |
| 5 Comments |
| Spin the wheel of family drama |
| 08.09.07 (11:08 pm) [edit] |
| I got a letter from 'the mom' yesterday. My first reaction was to put "Return to sender" on it and send it back like I have the others. However, since she left the 'weight loss book' for me a month ago (which is, ironically, still sitting out there), she's been quiet. I thought about steaming it open to see if she had finally agreed to proceed with family counseling. She didn't have my phone number so she had no other means of communicating with me. So I opened it. Typical manipulation on her part. She's always got some 'urgent' situation that is like a carrot and stick. Something about her having to do some paperwork for medicare and giving me money to pay off my house. Not a chance in hell. I've always know that I stand to inherit a lot of money from my family. Never really cared much about that. I've always survived and they've never enjoyed money but have always been quick to judge/guilt me for doing anything remotely indulgent. (Hell, I just came back from Marshall's after getting a $7 pair of pants and $9 skirt...) I don't want to even play that financial game with her. She may well have the best of intentions, but I'll manage on my own, TYVM. She starts off her note with saying "How can I express my love for you?" I think I'm just going to write in bright ink "FAMILY COUNSELING." But in reality, I don't want to deal with the drama right now. |
| 0 Comments |
| I scored! (sorta) |
| 08.08.07 (10:28 pm) [edit] |
| Who would think I would be thankful that it was so horribly hot today? It helped reduce the turnout - including the ratio of males I dated to the general public in attendance. Only four were present and three left within an hour and I was able to juggle any potential interceptions. Thankfully, none of them were wearing kilts! I didn't imbibe at all but I consumed too many bottles of water. I'm going to be up all night peeing! And... I got a date for tomorrow night with someone I've run into a number of times. He wanted me to join him tonight, but I gotta be that thing tomorrow morning at 7am. I need my beauty sleep! He's laid-back, running a successful company and funny. (and cute). Plus, he's invited me to the Braves game next weekend. His company has a box. That's cool! |
| 1 Comments |
| I need a drink STAT |
| 08.07.07 (11:31 am) [edit] |
| Tomorrow night could potentially be a nightmare. Slow-motion crash. Watching a huge meteor plummet toward earth. I've been lending my support to promote an event tomorrow night. I sent out a broadcast email to a bunch of people. I wasn't paying attention to the list. And I inadvertently sent it to a bunch of guys I have dated. Not to mention, Hot Stud is doing the photography. And Kilt Boy is coming. And two other guys have also confirmed via me. Others, I don't even want to know... I'm thinking of just getting smashed and hiding under a table. I'm visualizing: me talking to former guy I've dated #1, guy I've dated #2 shows up and starts chatting. Being polite, I introduce #1 to #2. And Hot Stud takes the picture. The nightmare begins if #1 and #2 talk and ask how they know me and then get together for drinks later. I need to start drinking now. |
| 2 Comments |
| Poaching on My Turf! |
| 08.06.07 (7:26 pm) [edit] |
| I was sitting in Starbucks to meet a prospective client this morning. (Starbucks is my office away from home.) While talking to a guy about a website, there is an unshaven man in a tshirt and messy shorts sitting in the chair behind me. He interrupts our meeting to tell my prospective client that he's a web developer and he can undercut any pricing I offer. I was stunned. How RUDE! My prospective client tells him thanks but no thanks. After we're done talking, Mr. Scruffy Guy apologizes for interrupting our conversation but he's just been laid of his job. That's fine but you don't interfere like that. I told him that I was extremely well-connected and could have hooked him up with lots of people. But since he had so little respect for professionalism, that I didn't feel comfortable with leveraging my relationships. And with that, I put on my headphones to get some work done. He keeps talking, tapping me on the shoulder. I told him that I had to get work done and good luck... He keeps talking. I deliberately turn up the volume on my MP3 player. He eventually goes away. You would think that with headphones, being engrossed with work, that it would send a vibe saying "I'm busy." But two other men interrupted me over the next hour. I wonder if I put 'Do Not Disturb" on my forehead if they'd get the picture??? |
| 0 Comments |
| You don't pay me enough for this crap |
| 08.05.07 (1:08 pm) [edit] |
| I think I've mentioned a time or two or four that I've been working my rear-end off at my current job. I'm on my laptop sending out emails at 5:30 am and attending networking events most evenings until 8or 9pm at night. My house is a disaster. My yard even worse. I haven't been to the gym since I started the job. I don't take time for lunch. I often don't eat during the day because I'm so busy. I have health insurance but haven't had time to make an appt. Friday mornings, we have a weekly sales call. This week we had the pleasure of our manager talking to us like we are children. He said we HAD to update Salesforce (an online activity/report tool) by 3pm Friday. Well, I was already on the road during our morning call. I was in back-to-back-to-back-to-b ack appts until 6pm. It's all documented in Outlook. Clearly, I wasn't going to get an oppty to update things by 3pm. And I wasn't exactly going to do it Friday night. Or Saturday. I've been starting to cut back - setting limits - not doing ANY work on weekends for the company. I have to have some time to rest and change litter boxes and do laundry (and start the business plan for my new company). This morning, I went online at 10am to remind myself of my schedule for tomorrow. Usually, I deactivate MSN Messenger. I forgot. My boss immediately IM's me telling me he needs my reports updated immediately. It's SUNDAY morning. I wanted to tell him what he could do with his reports. I hate 'sales forecasting' because it's a load of poop. It's even less accurate than weather forecasting. And sales managers that are more concerned with their reports than actually managing and working with the team irritate me immensely. So clearly, we ALL know I'm just going to drop everything and get working on those reports. I replied to him that I was focused on activities that could potentially create revenue and I would attack the reports Monday morning. Although I was thinking it, I didn't tell him that I thought he could take those reports and... |
| 1 Comments |
| Tasty Specimen |
| 08.04.07 (3:34 pm) [edit] |
| I volunteered for a "Breakfast with Biologists" at the fish tank the other morning. After slamming several cups of coffee, I was pseudo-perky to greet the guests. One gentleman in particular was quite charismatic and interactive. Not to mention, he was quite cute. I chatted with him (but don't get me wrong, I chat with anyone that seems interested if I'm not intruding). He shared something about producing an adventure series that would be going into production next year. Cool. I said I'd love to hear more about it sometime. He didn't have his card on him, so I handed him one of mine. (I'm so resourceful!) Thought maybe 33% chance I'd actually hear from him. Ironically, I got an email from him the next morning. I thought "Neato!" as I opened it. Email: 3 paragraphs. Each paragraph had 2-3 sentences. How many bible quotes as part of the ratio? 5 Seriously. Now, I'm totally cool with people and their faith HOWEVER - FIVE quotes? It was a wee bit overboard. I replied back just saying that I felt quite blessed to be involved at the Aquarium. (I felt that sort of acknowledged the biblical references but set the tone that I didn't need the bible barrage.) His reply? He cut back. He said he was happy "the Lord would share" me plus 2 more quotes. He wants to get together next week for coffee (or a beverage of my choosing.) I'm interested in learning about his production. Interest in him has waned as a 'tasty specimen'. So I'm accepting bets... How many "God" references will he make in the meeting? Will he invite me to church? Try to convert me? Belong to a cult that believes in wild monkey sex in Starbucks bathrooms? Make me want to re-embrace my Southern Baptist upbringing and abandon makeup, drinking, dancing, sex (not that I'm having any), and 'revealing clothes'? Hmmm. |
| 6 Comments |
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