This morning I get my annual performance review. So… that should be fun.
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G.W.E.M.L.C.
Today saw the inaugural meeting of the Girls Who Eat Meat Lunch Club. it went something like this:
Roll call: Jodi [present] Tessa [present] Louise [present] KK [present] M-roo?…. M-roo? [officially sucks]
Review of Agenda: 1. Eat Meat 2. Decide where to eat meat at next meeting.
Consumption of Meat
Closing: Where should we eat meat next? (The Other Coast Cafe)
It was lovely. Bacon cheeseburgers and french fries all around. We should probably get t-shirts.
Also, a new word was created today.
peequency |ˈpēkwənsē|
noun ( pl. >-cies)
1 the rate at which someone must urinate over a particular period of time
Jane was a pain on road trips as her high peequency resulted in too many rest stops.
Amelia keeps a long story short.
Mock-monkee-speak has become so common place in our vernacular, I don’t even notice I am doing it sometimes.
Evildeb: Hey! What s’up, man?
Me: Hey! Not much,. S’up with you, my brother?
Then we ask other people “what s’up” and they wonder why we laugh when they answer.
Me: Hey! What s’up, Amelia?!
Amelia: Do not speak to me in that manner.
Me: Whoa… chill out, my brother.
When it comes to the mundane details of life maintenance, INFPs are typically completely unaware of such things.
Similar to yesterday morning, I decided to wake up at 5 am this morning and never go back to sleep. I tried, but gave up at 6:30, because that would have just made everything worse. Besides, my stepdad was home, and we decided to go have breakfast this morning. Despite the fact I swore I would never eat again, I had some fine, fluffy buttermilk pancakes this morning. Mmmmm….
Today, at work, we all took the Meyers-Briggs Personality Type Indicator thingy, which I adore. I love taking psych/personality tests, as you well know. I am an INFP. Introverted Intuitive Feeling Perceiver. Also, I’m a big freak, it would seem, because INFP’s occur in 1% of the population… I’m a unique little butterfly. A lot of people were shocked to find that I was an introvert. Because I am very extroverted at work, in the traditional sense of the word. But that’s not really what it’s about. The first time I took the test, I was an ENFP, the 2nd I was an XNFP, but this is the first time I’ve taken the test with the entire 128 questions. My scores show that I have only a slight preference for I over E. Which is probably why I do extroverted so well. But when it comes right down to it, I need a certain amount of alone time to recharge. And being around too many people for too long a time drains me.
There were two sections in which I scored way to the right, meaning that it was a strong preference, extreme maybe. And that was the Sensing vs. Intuition, and Judging vs. Perceiving. I’m way way N and I’m way way P.
And then we had pizza.
the end.
You know, this would be more fun if you were silent.
Yesterday Tessa and M-roo went out to lunch, and invited me along. But they were going to have Thai food, and I wasn’t feeling Thai. I was, again, feeling cheeseburger. Which they agreed, sounded like a good idea for a future lunch. So I scheduled a lunch club, the Girls Who Eat Meat Lunch Club, first meeting to be at Redmill Burgers. Louise is part of the club, as well. Unfortunately, Evildeb is a vegetarian, although I might tell her about it, it seems wrong for her to belong to the Girls Who Eat Meat Lunch Club…. if she’s not going to do it. Eat meat, that is. Louise also pointed out a restaurant she’s wanted to try called the Buenos Aires Grill, in Seattle. It would appear that this a restaurant that knows it’s meat. You can get a platter of mixed meats, and they bring a grill to your table. Every review I’ve read keeps pointing out the menus are leather and their are cowhides draped on the walls. The Girls Who Eat Meat Lunch Club might have to go to dinner. They have tango dancing as well, but as Louise put it, “I don’t care about that, I’m there for the meat.”
Speaking of Evildeb, she is down in Oregon today and tomorrow, on a vendor visit. So I was very surprised to see her signed into her yahoo account this morning, when she should have been on the road. I asked her why she was online, she was supposed to be at the vendors, and she told me she was at BCC. [Bellevue Community College]. She’s been taking some classes there lately. But that’s not where she was supposed to be, so I continued to harass her. She seemed confused. Then The Man walked up and asked where Lloyd was, so we began to wonder if it was actually Lloyd at BCC, taking a class, with Evildeb’s laptop. So we continued to pester her some more, sending line after line of nonsense chat, explaining how The Man had taken her chopsticks from her desk and was doing something with them that involved his nasal cavity, how even if geese could talk they could not say the word “esophagus”… stuff like that. . Nothing… she wasn’t explaining herself and we had a meeting to go to, so we let it go.
When I got back from the meeting, I IM’d her again, and whomever answered admitted that they were not Deb, that they were at BCC and when they logged into the computer, messenger launched and logged in automatically, and they did not know how to log out. Which means that Evildeb installed Yahoo messenger on a computer in their lab and unknowingly set it up to log into her yahoo account automatically. That made me laugh. It made The Man laugh as well. Deb says she has a class on Sunday, and she will take care of it then, but I’m still thinking about how often FairlyEvilJacob IM’s her from college, during the day. Oh that poor anonymous BCC computer student! How far-reaching is Deb’s evil!!
To clarify…
the monkee will be moving in July. I only have to make it half way through the summer and then everything will be fine. Sure, I have NIN blasting in my ears and I can still hear him, but only until July. So…. no worries everyone. It will be dealt with.
In other news, I know have a plug-in that allows me to control my iTunes from within Adobe InDesign. How cool is that? And it’s free! I love it when people make stuff like that. It makes me all giddy. If I were a puppy my tail would be wagging.
And, if you are anything like me [and I hope for your sake you are not], you are going to want to go read this interview with Bruce Campbell right away. I hope he tours for his new book “Make Love the Bruce Campbell Way.” I have such pleasant memories of his book reading/signing for “If Chins Could Kill.” And, per the instructions he wrote in my copy of the book, I have been attempting to stay groovy ever since.
Update on mental status
It’s ok… everything is going to be fine, you guys… it was a rough morning… Deb was sobbing and I was punching myself in the head with my own fists… but everything is ok because I had a good cheeseburger for lunch, I’m listening to Venus* from Holst’s The Planets, and our boss just gave us some really good tequila, from her trip to Mexico. You can’t even taste it in my orange-cranberry juice concoction. I have invented a drink I intended to call the Hamilton. But instead, because of it’s appearance, I have named it The Bomit.
I warned them… I said, you don’t want me to have any tequila, seriously…. but would they listen?
*Venus is my planet. Because I’m a Libra. Do you know what that means? It means I was born between September. 23rdish and October 22ndish, that’s what it means.
Ok then… that’s it.
Bored now. I have been working on the most tedious of all tedious tasks that occasionally fall into my inbox. Little pieces of my soul are drifting up and away, as we speak, and I cannot spare any of MY SOUL, as we all know. And I’ve just about reach the capacity of tedium that a girl like me can take. But all is not lost! For today my Mac Mini has arrived!! Cuter than your average button, she is. But she has no name, a fact that Dr. Stevil finds astounding, since I name all my inanimate objects, especially my computers. And macs are almost always girls. Amelia suggested “Amelia” but that could get confusing.
The other night I had this dream. See if you can guess what I was dreaming about. I was living in a house with my parents [Mom and Stepdad] who were away for the weekend. I decided to take a shower, and when I got out, somebody had gone through the house sticky multi-colored pieces of paper on the walls and doors. These pieces of paper were as small as a mini post-it note and as large as 8.5×11, and they had words printed on them, but most of the words were gibberish. Or they were written like this “st0ck prices go thru the r00f!” I was running down the hallway, tearing these pieces of paper off the walls and doors, when I saw someone dash down the stairs. I looked over the balcony, and there was the culprit! Along with my parents.
Now, for some reason, at this point, everyone became lego people. I yelled “stop him! he’s a note leaver! he’s leaving notes everywhere!”
So my stepdad shot and killed him, and started to drag his lego man body out the door. This seemed like a perfectly reasonable thing to do. When I got downstairs, we’d all turned back into humans. I told my mother I did not understand how he got in, to leave the notes. How they ever get it, because this had happened before. She explained to me that they were very very patient. That they hid out in the storm drain, but the street, waiting for an opportunity to sneak in. In fact, there was one there right now. We went out to look at him. He didn’t look very healthy.
“sometimes, they have viruses.” My mom said.
After that dream, I woke up and went to get a glass of water, while standing in the kitchen, it struck me… what I had just dreamed about. And it made me laugh.
Rational thought is a bit too limiting for my tastes
Something fun I got from Drink at Work.
You scored as Cultural Creative. Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational.
What is Your World View?
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I’m in color class all day, again. And I’ve got this annoying Disney song stuck in my head. The Spectrum Song. I know I have an mp3 of it somewhere… I’m not sure I should do that to you, tho. Y’all have been so good, you don’t deserve to be punished in that way… or do you?
Oh, you are safe. Wherever that mp3 may be, it’s not here on squishy. But next time you may not be so lucky. In case you want the lyrics…
All of the sudden I am sick
Like that. BAMF! I came home from work last night, and went into my room to kick my shoes off, I got a little too close to my bed and it sucked me in and under the covers. It has a tendency to do that. Pru was happy because she was looking for something warm and squishy to lie down upon, something into which she could hook her claws. All of the sudden I wake up, it’s 30 minutes later, and I am sick. Just like that. Sore throat, congestion, achey head… some stupid cold just came in and bit me.
I came into work today, but most people have requested I go home. Everyone stands well away from me. Except Amelia. Speaking of her… many people tell me that what the world needs now are bracelets that say W.W.A.D. That would be cool. I asked her what she would do in my situation, if she were sick:
“I think you should go over and lick the monkee’s phone receiver, when he’s away from his desk.”
“BRILLIANT!!”