Category Archives: work

Amelia, macs, work

You’re playing golf and you’re going to like it!

Jeez’m rice but the new 2.3 version of Ecto is gorgeous! I don’t know if any of you bloggers use a third party blogger aps to write your posts, if not, you should check out Ecto. I’m sorry, but when good applications get better, and prettier, I get all warm and mooshy inside. It’s got this beautiful new Amazon button! Something I used to do by hand… oh dear, I’m drooling all over myself. I’m such a geek. I am truly, honestly giddy right now. There is just so much… software beauty coming out right now. Adobe Creative Suite 2, Ecto 2.3, Mac OS X 10.4 Tiger…. I just want to lick Tiger.

Now that you are disgusted and repelled by my übergeekiness, let me tell you my new favorite search string, “What influences do Mexican Foods have on Nova Scotia.” How random is that? Unfortunately, I am sure they did not get the answers they were seeking from me. Now, I must ask that someone stop me from constantly looking at the search strings!! Seriously, it’s becoming compulsive. I have no self control. Someone needs to take me in hand. I mean, good luck in doing that, but still… someone should at least try. I think Amelia is worried about me. Although yesterday we were both cracking up because the monkee was telling a golf story.

“Golf… naturally. I bet he has tiny little golf clubs.”

“Amelia!!”

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evildeb, tshirts, work

superfunkycalifragisexy

I was listening to Prince on the way to, and from, work. Which makes me want to unpack those boxes of cd’s and find some funk.

You know, I’m not really #6 for “good spanking.” If you follow the search link, it would definitely appear that I was. But a fresh google shows that I am not. I don’t know what I was thinking. How on earth could I be #6? With all the spanking websites out there? Ridiculous. Yes, sure, I’m a little bit disappointed… but hey, people find me by looking up “boobies” as well. And that’s something. Hardly surprising considering what I was talking about, when I first started this blog. Hooray for boobies!!*

I was in training all day again today. It was pretty interesting. I’m not going to bother telling you what it was a about. Technical stuff. I was late to work. I thought training started at 8:30, but no… started at 9. So, officially, I was ok. Mostly, during training, I was a smart ass. Mostly. It’s my job. Someone has to be the comic relief. And I just can’t help it! It’s a compulsion. People expect it of me. There is just so many things that need commenting on, you know? Luckily, the trainer seemed to appreciate the irreverent humor of my team. Not that it would have stopped us, if he had not. So immature.

It’s a beautiful day here, in the low 70’s. Which freaks Evildeb the hell out, because she is not outside. Despite the fact that she suffers from the SAD, really nice sunny days only seem to piss her off and make her crabby. I knew that whole SAD thing was a hoax. [Look Deb, it’s sunny out, it’s going to be 74 degrees, you have NO RIGHT to be pissy!!] We had pizza for lunch, out in the courtyard. It was lovely. And an ice cream man drove down the street between the waterfront and plaza buildings. Which is an excellent sign of good things to come. I would have worn the short pants, but I nicked myself shaving. Bad. Like, a quarter size nick. And it would not quit bleeding. In fact, I passed out due to blood loss. That’s why I was sorta late to work.

My grandmother is currently dying, or going through the slow process of dying. She’s 90, and has many health problems. She’s deteriorated a great deal, since my granddad died. Right now, she has pneumonia, on top of her emphysema, her lungs are filling up with fluid, and she is getting less and less oxygen. She’s too weak to cough. She is semi-lucid, but can’t use her right hand, or control her bodily functions, but is eating. Every hour she gets a tiny bit worse. II’m getting a couple of updates a day, and it seems like I am just waiting to hear she has passed. It leaves me with a sick feeling in my stomach. I so want her to go peacefully. This doesn’t sound peaceful to me. My uncle says she is aware of what is going on, that she is in the hospital, what is happening with her lungs. I imagine she knows she is dying. I wonder if she welcomes it, if she’s impatient to get it over with. Her husband and her youngest son passed on before her, I imagine she wants to join them. In that country club in the sky. I have to admit, I wish she could sleep peacefully, she’s not able to rest right now, because of the coughing and fluid in her lungs. I wish she could sink in to a deep restful sleep and let go. I don’t want her to live like this. Nobody should have to live like this. So I have that weird feeling, the one where I know I can’t really plan anything over the next week, because I might be going to Arizona any day. But… I had that same situation/feeling with Granddad, and he hung on for months.

Phase One of the big project at work is completed. Months and months of planning and work, done. And I’ve decided that I have not spent enough time in Barnes and Noble lately. Grabbing a big pile of books, and sitting in a comfy chair to browse through them. So that is definitely a plan for the weekend. I deserve books. Phase Two of the big project is now to begin. I call that the cleaning up phase. Busy, but not like Phase One.

*Don’t forget, you too can have your own “Hooray for Boobies!” t-shirt. Never in my life have I had more comments on anything I wear. Girls love it, guys love it, cats, dogs, bunnies and squirrels love it too!

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work

Please send help…

I have meetings from 10-3 and 4-5. Despite working Saturday and Sunday, I have not finished all the work that was due on Friday. And some that is due today. Including a report for my 1:30 meeting. Which I will be late to because my meetings actually OVERLAP!!

No fun. No productivity. Hopefully I’ll do something extremely embarrassing during one of these meetings, so at least I’ll get some blog fodder out of the day. Chances are fair to middling.

Better go get my Dr. Pepper now.

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music, work

It was long ago and it was far away and it was so much better than it is today.

I have found myself constantly updating Dr. Stevil on the Monkee’s emotional state, throughout the day. As well as relaying some of my favorite anecdotes and colloquiums. So, for his sanity and mine, I put my headphones and set iTunes on shuffle.

Random tunes played while I attempted to regain my sanity:

Paradise By The Dashboard Light from the album “Bat Out Of Hell” by Meat Loaf

Wild Honey from the album “All That You Can’t Leave Behind” by U2

I Miss You from the album “Post” by Bjork

The Interlocutor from the album “Hot” by Squirrel Nut Zippers

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow from the album “Blow In The Wind” by Me First And The Gimme Gimmes

Relax from the album “Welcome To The Pleasuredome” by Frankie Goes To Hollywood

I Never Loved A Man (The Way I Love You) from the album “The Best Of Aretha Franklin” by Aretha Franklin

Raiders Of The Lost Ark Main Theme by John Williams

jeff Buckley – Last Goodbye from the album “Vanilla Sky” by Jeff Buckley

Mozart – Larghetto (06.2 by Ambrosio String Quartet)

Make Mayan A Hawaiian from the album “Dirt Track Date” by Southern Culture on the Skids

Oh I do enjoy singing along with the nice Mr. Loaf.

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work

Thanks for the koi, Fee

My goodness but I am sore today. My first meeting of the day was at 8am, on the other side of the building. I was late. I could not be made to move faster than a gentle stroll. I have another meeting in 23 minutes, which I am hoping I can participate in from the floor, where I will be lying. Jeez’m rice, how was I supposed to know that I was going to be doing pilates? I am looking forward to getting my ball next week, as I think I’d enjoy using it as a desk chair and bouncing up and down all day, bouncing is almost as fun as spinning, which is a close second to rocking back and forth, in terms of “things to do when sitting in an office chair that won’t get you fired and yet keep you from going out of your mind.”

I don’t even have anything interesting to say, today. I am too sore to be entertaining. I’m going to try some of that Arnica cream when I get home. But I can’t even reach all my sore places. I’m going to have to stop, on the way home for the vodka, Kailua and cream. Because I know that THAT will reach everywhere. Isn’t there an “h” in kailua somewhere?

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books, movies and tv, pru, work

Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great….

Mark Morford’s article this morning depressed me. I mean, he’s still my new boyfriend and all, but it was still a downer. I came home from work, read it, and immediately had to go hide under my covers and hum softly to myself. Eventually, Pru came and sat on me, and I felt better. So I got up, took a nice long bath, got something to eat, and then watched Revelations. Which is about, naturally, the End of Days. So I can’t type long, because I’m going to have to go back under my covers in a minute. It’s a good thing I’m not diagnosed with depression or anything. Or have a bookclub in Satan’s name. ummm…

Today was my first Stability Ball class, the exercise class I signed up for, which so shocked the world. Turns out, I’m not very stable, kids. I already knew that. I spent some time on the floor…. it’s hard to not just roll right off that so-called “stability” ball. The teacher said things like “Now for you, let’s just concentrate on staying on the ball, we’ll work on form later,” to me. Tessa was on the ball next to me, but Louise was across the room, and she was struggling as much as I was. The teacher would demonstrate the next exercise, Louise, slightly behind her, would make a horrible “you are fucking joking, right?” face, Tessa and I would start to giggle, and the teacher asked if she was going to have to separate us. I think we’ve talked one of my favorite ex-managers to sign up as well. We need a fourth for when we partner up. The worst part was, for warm ups today, we did squat thrusts. SQUAT THRUSTS!! I haven’t done that since 8th grade PE class when the coach decided it would be fun to pretend we were all in boot camp, and had us do hundreds upon hundreds of calisthenics like squat thrusts, push ups, sit-up and chin ups. And then made us run. Fun. But eventually, he was caught cheating on his wife, the cheerleading coach over at the high school, with a girl from her soccer team, a student. So I guess he got his karmic payback for that.

Aaaanyway, I’m already feeling “it” in some muscles. Oh yeah, you really feel “it” after one of these ball workouts. No, you do. I’m not kidding. I’m already sore. Leave me alone, I’m headed back under my covers now.

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work

Iron, sugar or wood would be appropriate. All three would be fine.

Today was my 6th anniversary at my P.O.E. Six years I’ve worked in the same building, same secure parking garage. This morning I pull up to the security gate, lower my power window and fish my badge out from its cubby hole in the dash, thrust out my hand and THWACK! I hit glass. I furrowed my brow and thought, that can’t be, I pressed the window button, I heard it go down, I hear the outside right now! And looking at the window I thrust my hand out again and hit glass. Once wasn’t enough to make me believe that I had rolled down the rear driver’s side window. So, rectified that, reached out, held my badge up to the security box – nothing. I did it again, and again. I swiped two or three more times, and someone pulled up behind me, my co-worker M-roo. I made the international waving gesture of “I don’t know! It no working!” Wagging my card back and forth. She got out of her car, with her badge, and said, “let me try mine.”

She held hers up against the scanner, and the gate opened. Like magic. Or, actually, just like it always does when you swipe your badge across the scanner. Instead of the intercom speaker, like I had just done. About seven times. “I don’t understand!! Why isn’t it working! What’s wrong!”

guh.

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Amelia, work

You also learned that I have twice your upper body strength, so shut your pie hole.

I’m in a baaaaad mood. Really wrath of god type bad, you know what I’m saying? Sure you do. In my new location, at my Place Of Employment, my dept. butts up against another department now. And right behind my little pod is someone notorious for the volume of his phone voice. and he is on the phone ALL DAY LONG. We shall call him Monkee. The people in Monkee’s dept. have relegated him to his current position because it is as far away from them as possible. The problem is, that current position is near me. Management, on my side, is unsure they can do anything about this. I am totally sure I can do something about it. If given permission. Right now, I’m going all laissez faire about it. It’s not my place. But, if there is nothing we can do about it, I don’t think it is out of line to go over there and tell him to STICK IT IN HIS PIE HOLE if I can still hear him above the music playing in my headphones. Is there? No. Politely of course. The whole reason we sit in cubes, instead of offices is because “we” [and by we I mean not actually us] consider the interaction valuable, a certain kind of knowledge gained by osmosis. Which may have been true, back in the day, when we were all phone techs and needed immediate reaction/help. But now, not so much. And if one has to wear headphones all day to block out Monkees, well then, the point is moot, is it not? Not that there are enough offices for us. It’s kinda too late for that. And I am really disappointed and sulky about that. Because I wanted really tall walls, up to the ceiling. And a door. More than anything else. Instead, I get Monkee.

No, seriously, I should be able to go over and request he lower his phone voice. Right? Seriously. [stickitinhispiehole]

On the positive side, I currently have this poster in my cube. We had a collection of them lining the walls in our old space. No one really knew where they came from, or who they belonged to. So we sort, quietly, appropriated the ones we wanted for our cubes when we moved. She’s not in mint condition, but she sells for $250 on the web. So it’s pretty cool. I’m digging Amelia.

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movies and tv, work

Are we sure it’s not Monday?

Because I just had a bunch of New Yorkers ambush me from their speaker phone, question my intelligence, my experiences, my honesty and worst of all MY PRODUCT!!! Usually, happy stuff like that only happens on Mondays. Dr. Stevil said it was painful to hear, so he put his headphones on. And he was only hearing my side of it.

meh.

I want to listen to some tunes to help reduce rage levels, but I haven’t had time to unpack, so everything is still in boxes which are stacked around me. I can’t find my headphones. Guess I’ll have to blog instead. Remember when I posted the song from Shivaree? I told you that I would post the song that hooked me, made me a fan. Since, if everything goes according to plan, I will be seeing them live tomorrow, at Neumo’s, I thought I’d play that song for you today. It’s called “Goodnight Moon” and for a wanna be gal detective, lover of mysteries and puzzles, is the perfect song. It’s a noir novel put to music.

Now I am going to see if I can dig out my headphones. I think I’ll keep everything else packed. It’s like working in a fort built of boxes. And cube walls. Except Kermie… I’m going to unpack my Kermit.


MP3 File

EDITED TO ADD: Dag nabbit! That’s not what my audioblog posts are supposed to look like. They are supposed to have cute little purple buttons. WHY ARE YOU PLOTTING AGAINST ME, WORLD??

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work

Get to know me! My favorite values.

Well, there is a tie. Both Arifa and Romy got four out of five. For Romy, I have already begun working on her prize. I’ll have to negotiate with Fee, to find out what she wants.

In no particular order:

Creativity

Freedom

Pleasure

Friendship

Personal Development.

Some of the others mentioned were in the running for a while. Like Inner Harmony and Wisdom and Economic Security. Some others fed into my key value. Like Helpfulness, I like being helpful, it gives me pleasure, but the real value is pleasure. So that’s not a bad guess. And god bless Jack for thinking that I could possibly be orderly. If that was a key value, I’d be pretty dissatisfied with my performance. And, I’m not surprised that competitiveness came up. I’ve always enjoyed being competitive on some things. I think I got the grades I did, in High School, because I was competitive with my friends. But in the end, enjoying it, and really valuing it are different things, I guess.

So. There you go. How fun was that? Well, even if it wasn’t, I got to go into class this morning and tell everyone that I was running a poll of blog readers, to find out what they thought my key values were. I don’t think anyone had done that before. All in all, I think this proves that all I really want to do is have some fun.

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