Thursday, April 28, 2005

The Term Paper

He locked the office door and turned to look at Sandra. She looked up from her desk. "I'm going to need those TPS reports by noon, Tom." "Then I guess I'd better get to work, hadn't I?" he replied, loosening his tie. Sandra looked at him over her glasses. "No rest for the wicked, Tom."

Tom walked to her desk and picked up her letter opener. The cool metal grew hot in his hand. “I know you have lots of memos to write, but maybe you could help me with some field research. There are definitely a lot of things that I still need to explore.”

“Gladly, Tom. That’s what I’m here for.”

“That’s what I was hoping for,” he replied. He leaned across the desk and whispered in Sandra’s ear. “You’re the best boss ever.” His hand found the back of her neck, turning her mouth toward his. Her lips parted in anticipation as his hands dropped the letter opener and found the buttons of her blouse.

It’s a good thing she’d gotten that promotion. Those buttons weren’t going to reattach themselves.


I think that's a good intro for a paper about dating in the workplace, don't you?

Well, it's certainly more fun than the real one. Stupid Human Resources.
4/28/2005 12:28:00 AM link | talk (1)

Monday, April 25, 2005
The Quote

"We're adults. When did that happen? And how do we make it stop?"

I could tell all kinds of stories about the day I've had, but why? Grey's Anatomy both made me feel better and summed up everything that I feel in just a few sentences.

Sometimes I love TV.
4/25/2005 01:52:00 AM link | talk

Saturday, April 23, 2005
The Gloating

[Thursday, April 7, 2005] Micky "But you have to remember that it's only the beginning of April. This means that there are still cold days ahead of us."

[Tuesday, April 12, 2005] Micky "I have a fear that snow is on the way."

[Tuesday, April 12, 2005] Jen "Snow....ha,ha,ha,ha! Snow! It is April, right? I really hope you were joking. ;-)"

[Saturday, April 23, 2005] Weather.com "Mostly cloudy with a few scattered flurries. Cold. Low 28F. Winds NNW at 20 to 30 mph."

To the dude I saw wearing flip flops at the store today:

I TOLD YOU SO.

Loser.
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Friday, April 22, 2005
The Moon

Seriously, is it full? Yesterday was just weird. And I'm not even referring to the fact that my TiVo decided not to record ER, even though it was clearly a new episode. (I'm not too upset though. The kid who played Chip on Kate and Allie was in it, and it's just plain creepy to see him all grown up.) Instead, I had plans to go to a concert put on by some school friends.

(Blogger just deleted a majority of this massive post. It must be a sign to be more brief. Here goes...Nope, it's still long. Deal.)

6:00 HR professor says "You all just want to leave and go to the concert, don't you?" There's an obvious answer to that.

7:25 HR professor dismisses us in an unprecedented regard for our boredom. We all leave for the concert.

7:55 Arrive at the pre-party and pay our $9. There are five minutes left of open bar. Bartender decides to stall by talking to two chicks in the corner who already have drinks.

8:01 Bartender comes up to us and tells us that open bar is over. We do not feel like arguing.

8:18 It has become clear that there is no food to be had, because the restaurant did not make enough. This should have been a clue. Our $9 was wasted. Stupid charity.

8:22 Why does that chick have her jeans tucked into her boots.

8:23 Go upstairs and pay for food and drink, because we were hungry. And hot.

8:35 Order food.

8:50 Everyone gets their food. Except Rebecca and I. We want pizzas.

(What follows is a display that would chill you to your very core. I'll try not to make it too scary.)

8:55 22-year-old manager apologizes for delay in pizza. They'll be done "in seconds" apparently.

9:00 Rebecca complains to 22-year-old manager. She apologizes. There is nothing more she can do.

9:05 Rebecca again complains to 22-year-old manager. She apologizes again. She doesn't know what else she can do.

9:10 Pizzas have still not arrived. Everyone is has finished eating. Waiter takes their plates. Rebecca complains once more. 22-year-old manager gets flustered and tries to hide between two tall women at the bar.

9:15 Pizzas arrive. Manager is still hiding.

9:25 Waiter brings check. Rebecca complains once more. We are not paying for pizza. Manager says that pizzas only take seven minutes to cook, so she does not know why they took so long.

9:30 Everyone has left their money. We have enough for full check, exactly (including gratuity). Rebecca goes to manager again.

9:40 Rebecca wins. Our pizzas are comped. Good. Mine was only OK. Definitely not worth all this.

(A large part of me just wanted to pull the manager aside and say, "You know, if you'd just bought us a couple of drinks or sent over a free dessert, none of this would have happened." But I didn't. Rebecca was on fire.)

9:45 We enter club.

9:46 Vanilla Ice look-alike tells us we have to enter through a different door. Perhaps you should lock that door, eh?

9:55 Kegan is playing with the band. Except not playing so much as sitting there and smoking.

9:58 Kegan plays the cowbell. Much cheering ensues.

10:27 Girl in Charge stumbles into our area. She is wasted. She proceeds to start a fight with one of the marketing chicks. They are separated.

10:29 They find each other and start again. They are separated.

10:34 They find each other and start again. Girl in Charge is removed from the bar. Marketing Chick complains for the rest of the night.

10:45 Some dude in a tight blue shirt is talking to the Crazy Romanian. He says that he likes the music. CR says that she does not. "Oh yeah, me neither, not really." asserts Tight Blue Shirt.

10:46 CR calls out TBS for changing his opinion in mere seconds. She comes over to us.

11:00 A former friend comes up and hugs me and says he's sorry that he's been a jerk for the last year. He's gone through a lot of changes. To which I want to reply, "You mean Yoko has told you to stop being friends with all of us. Right." I actually say, "That's OK, man."

11:01 Everyone around us is gaping after Yoko's BF has hugged me and given me a free drink token.

11:38 Why do the kids have to play this noisy punk rock stuff? It's just too loud. Everyone else is gone.

12:00 We are only staying to see if we win the iPod or the $800 Fender guitar. I would like $800.

12:20 We do not win. Anything. Jerks. More wasted money for the kids.

12:25 Some dude comes up to Rebecca and gives her a note. I know it said something about "What should I name my band?" but it might as well have said "Will you go with me? Circle one: Yes or No". The man is definitely not in third grade. Or else he's really tall.

12:27 Tall Third Grader tells Rebecca that he has seen her at the Brown Line stop and has always wanted to talk to her.

12:30 I do not want my free drink token. I take it to the Second in Command (who is not pleased to now be in charge after GIC was removed). He asks where I got it. I tell him about Yoko's BF. He begins to yell at me. YB told him there were no tokens.

12:32 I take back the token, while SIC is still yelling. I tell him not to go yell at YBF and just let it go. He will not. I tell him to leave me out of it, since YBF was trying to be nice. SIC ignores me.

12:35 I give the token to some dude at the bar. His friends want one too. I tell them I only have one. They all feel the need to introduce themselves to me. OK then. See ya.

12:40 Sweet oxygen. We look up at the moon.

12:41 We see only clouds.
4/22/2005 01:11:00 PM link | talk

Wednesday, April 20, 2005
The Brochure

Do you know why I'm not going to be attending Reunion Weekend 2005, Pembroke Hill?

No, it's not because I don't have a major class event scheduled until next year. It's not because my parents still live in Kansas City, so I can see PHS any time I want. It's not even because the people that I want to stay friends with from high school are still my friends, and I don't really care about the other people.

None of those things matter. It's because you insist on using comic sans on the twelve page brochure. On every page. In fact, it's the only font you use. I can see behind your thinly veiled attempt to change the character width on the cover, but it's still comic sans, no matter what you do.

And I thought that Pembroke Hill was a better school than that.

Well, don't expect me to give you any money either. I know it's just going to help pay for the new football field, even though what you clearly need is a more modern font package for the marketing department.

Don't try to brush this off as a crazy alumni's rants. I'm not alone.

Stop it.
4/20/2005 07:07:00 PM link | talk (1)

The Fever

As in spring. I have it bad. Mixed with a case of "senior-itis." I'm having such a hard time motivating myself to get work done on all my school projects, not to mention my internship, the company and a little thing i like to call my thesis.

It's not even sunny out today, so I don't feel the urge to be outside. I just feel the urge to be done with school and not have to be sitting here working. And I know that I need to go take a shower and go out to look for some information for the project that I haven't started, but all I really want to do is go upstairs and watch Friends.

If I ever say that I want my PhD, please shoot me.
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Sunday, April 17, 2005
The Pill

I've been trying to take this pill for an hour now, and I just can't do it.

I've always had problems swallowing pills. It's just the idea of not chewing something before you swallow. I even chew ice cream. It's all very strange.

So I'm having difficulty breathing, which means that I should take a decongestant. And here it sits, next to my keyboard, and I just can't do it. The whole idea of swallowing a pill makes me sick.

It's a sad day.
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Wednesday, April 13, 2005
The Idol

I think that Vonzell will be the next "American Idol" winner. R&B music is taking over, and people have to understand that. Since Nikko went home, Vonzell will be the one to hold it down.

TaWanna, 16
Richmond, CA


Really, TaWanna? R&B is taking over and we need to understand that? Perhaps we need a little bit of clarification. What exactly is it taking over? Music in general?

Guess what, it's already the highest selling genre (and probably the largest genre too...makes sense, eh?) and the last two winners have been R&B singers, so what exactly does the American public need to "understand?"

Don't get me wrong, I like Vonzell a lot, but the American public might be looking for something different, which is why people like Carrie, Bo and Constantine are getting so much attention.

So yes, enjoy your R&B music, and let the rest of America make their own decisions. Unless America likes Scott. Then they need to understand. I'll call you if it comes to that.
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Tuesday, April 12, 2005
The Grill

Didn't I tell you? The weather has put a halt to GrillGate 2005, in which I resolve to eat food only cooked over an open fire. It was a good three day run. Here's what happened:

Saturday: Class, then Home Depot to buy a propane tank. A very grown up purchase if you ask me. Along the same lines as renting a keg, but less trashy. Then burgers, brats, creepy tofu hot dogs for the vegetarians, asparagus, corn on the cob and garlic bread. Good times.



Sunday: Leftover brats and the burgers that someone left uncovered in the fridge. Peppers and onions. Steaks. The Canasian and his girlfriend and I partook of grill fare during Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy. Good times.

Monday: Lunch was the rest of the brats and burgers. Then boredom set in as, for once, I didn't have piles of homework to catch up on (shhhh...don't tell my thesis). I called the Bostonians (Have I mentioned them ever? I forget. They're very Fever Pitch.) who came, with chicken in tow. Additionally, more asparagus (why? ew.) squash, zucchini, onions, more bread. The coup de grace was the fruit that Matt and I threw on the grill at the end. Pineapple, mango and bananas grilled to perfection over vanilla ice cream. While watching Summerland and Real World/Road Rules Inferno II. It's a good thing there was grill food, otherwise I would have felt really bad about myself.

Right. The point. It's raining, and although I always said I'd just pull the grill up to the back door, I can't bring myself to let it get wet. I treat it better than I treat my piano. I dutifully cover it up after it has cooled, to protect it from the elements. I have a fear that snow is on the way. But I will still grill all weekend, every weekend. You mark my words.
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Thursday, April 07, 2005
The Respect

People, it hurts my heart to see you being so stupid.

I know. It's been warm out for a few days now. But you have to remember that it's only the beginning of April. This means that there are still cold days ahead of us.

And it's all your fault.

Yes, you. You with the cutoffs and the tank top and the flip flops. You who is jogging in those little shorts. You with the collar turned up on your polo shirt. (OK, actually Mother Nature doesn't care about that. But you should, if you have any self respect at all. You look like a reject from 1992.) You think Mother Nature can't see that? You think she doesn't realize that you're just laughing in her face?

Mother Nature always has the last laugh.

Oh you may scoff, but it's true. She sees all of you dressed like it's July. And she will make you pay. Next week at this time you're be looking through your closet for your scarf and cursing her for being so cruel. She will look at you and laugh and she will make it cold again, just to teach you a lesson about respect.

And you can rest easy knowing that you brought it on yourself.

Let me just stop your argument mid-rant. I know that it's warm. And I know that you want to enjoy the warm weather. But it's a faux spring. If you act like it's summer, it's just going to hurt that much more when it goes away.

But isn't it better to have flipped and flopped and lost than to never have flip flopped at all?

No. And that has nothing to do with my well known feelings on flip flops. It has to do with respect. Don't act like winter is over. It's not.

Here's a thought. It's moderately warm. If you must wear flip flops (And I know some people feel they must, even when snow is on the ground. Those people are stupid and deserve to lose their toes to frostbite. But the rest of you who just feel the need to subject the rest of the world to the sight of your sweaty toes, I wish no ill will. I just wish you would be quiet when you walk, and maybe wash once in a while. You're awfully close to the ground in an insubstantial shoe. Things get dirty. But I digress.) or shorts or something, go ahead. But not all at once. There is no need to go traipsing around half naked. There is a time and a place for that, and it's called August.

It is not hot now. You will not die. Shut up and stop your whining.

Walk around in your jeans (and flops if you insist) and a t-shirt. Leave your jacket in the car. But don't be so presumptious to think that it's not going to get cold again. Because it will. You need those jeans. You need that jacket.

(And while we're near the subject, you need a shirt, jogging man with too much body hair.)

But don't take it too far. Respecting Mother Nature does not mean that you need to be all at one with the earth. Patchouli is never a good thing. Nor is hemp clothing. My days at Twig, Leaf and Stone (or Rock, Paper and Scissors, if you will) taught me that. (Yes, I worked in a tea house which also sold a variety of granola-y things. My job was to make up things about essential oils and sell them to unsuspecting suburban soccer moms. Oh, and to arrange the displays of butterflies encased in plexiglass. Pleasant. And so earth conscious.)

Look. It's raining right now. I hope you're happy.
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Wednesday, April 06, 2005
The Choices

It was nice to be away. And those long drives are good for collecting your thoughts. I was all set to get some good thinking done...but it turned out, at least on the ride down, I didn't have any thoughts.

Yes, there are many things on my mind. But nothing deep and meaningful that needed to be thought out on the road. So I pretty much just listened to music.

On the ride back, my brain filled up with all the things that I had to do. All the things that I should have been doing over break, because when you get down to it, I really should have stayed here and tried to catch up on everything. But how often do you get a spring break when you're a grown up?

Not that often. I'm not sad I went. So there.

But since coming back, I've been trying to do that catching up. And sometimes I just don't. This to do list isn't getting any shorter, and sometimes I feel that it's necessary to sit on the couch and read a magazine. Because it's important for me to know how Jennifer Aniston is faring.

It all boils down to me making choices. And sometimes I make bad ones. Like, "Oh yes, I will go with you to that show, even though I have tons of things to do." It wasn't so bad when I lived with my parents. They make sure you don't make bad choices. But now that I live on my own (and really should be good at it by now) there's no one to stop me from being stupid.

It's a shame really. Because I have a lot of things to get done. But now I have to go read about Reese's lonely marriage.
4/06/2005 03:50:00 PM link | talk