So fierce!
Somehow, I have become addicted to Bravo. Of course, I can only watch it on Saturdays because my dad has control of the TV the other six days of the week, basically. That's kind of a good thing though because otherwise I would never leave the couch.
My new routine involves getting up at 5:15am so I can make it to work by 7am to prepare for an 8am meeting. Isn't this against the law or something? On the plus side, I leave at 3pm, which means I actually get to see the sun. On the minus side, it's not like I'm working any fewer hours and my link-up card doesn't work until 3:30pm, so I have to pay two dollars every afternoon to ride the L and I have to go to bed early. Whatever.
Lately, I've been very disgruntled at work. I guess the shiny-brand-new-I'm-just-happy-to-have-real-health-insurance part has worn off. This morning I was talking to two employees on another team who have been with this company for five years or so and they were telling me that there's really no opportunity in our division and that if I ever want to make more money/move up, I need to switch divisions or get a job with another company. Of course, these are two jaded people with no real, marketable job skills (their words, not mine), so I guess I should take anything they say with a grain of salt. It's just that I really feel that if my manager worked on-site, things would be different. Because right now, if it doesn't get documented over e-mail, it doesn't exist to her, so she has no real idea of how much work any of us on her team do.
Really, I think a lot of this irritability has to do with the weather and the fact that I should be getting my period tonight, so I'm not going to make any decisions right now, which is just as well because my manager is on vacation.
Also, I spent all day Sunday scrapping through strata of wallpaper and paint to get to the wallboard so we could start priming to paint. Basically, the original owner of the house (the military) painted the walls orange and had this beautiful brick and ivy wallpaper put up by professionals (you can tell because the seams are nearly invisible) on the soffit. Farmer Fred bought the house from them and he plastered this extremely ugly limestone brick wallpaper over the first wallpaper and painted the walls random colors (like green and purple and white). Later, I guess he got bored with the wallpaper, but instead of taking it down, he painted over it with white paint. So, as you can imagine, it took a lot of work to get all this crap off one section of the soffit and I haven't even started on the other section. Of course, it didn't help that my parents then wallpapered over the white paint.
This is the soffit above the eat-in part of the kitchen. You can see the totally awesome purple color Farmer Fred chose!
These two pictures are of the wall behind the fridge. Obviously, Farmer Fred did not see a need to actually move the appliance before painting. The ugly tile is something my mom put up like in the late seventies. We can forgive her, I guess.
These are the strata of wallpaper/paint I was talking about. I probably have lead poisoning now.
The pièce de résistance of paint jobs from Farmer Fred.
Also, I finally beat Bioshock. Do I need to cut for spoilers on video games? Anyway, let's just say that I was pretty, well, shocked.
My new routine involves getting up at 5:15am so I can make it to work by 7am to prepare for an 8am meeting. Isn't this against the law or something? On the plus side, I leave at 3pm, which means I actually get to see the sun. On the minus side, it's not like I'm working any fewer hours and my link-up card doesn't work until 3:30pm, so I have to pay two dollars every afternoon to ride the L and I have to go to bed early. Whatever.
Lately, I've been very disgruntled at work. I guess the shiny-brand-new-I'm-just-happy-to-have-real-health-insurance part has worn off. This morning I was talking to two employees on another team who have been with this company for five years or so and they were telling me that there's really no opportunity in our division and that if I ever want to make more money/move up, I need to switch divisions or get a job with another company. Of course, these are two jaded people with no real, marketable job skills (their words, not mine), so I guess I should take anything they say with a grain of salt. It's just that I really feel that if my manager worked on-site, things would be different. Because right now, if it doesn't get documented over e-mail, it doesn't exist to her, so she has no real idea of how much work any of us on her team do.
Really, I think a lot of this irritability has to do with the weather and the fact that I should be getting my period tonight, so I'm not going to make any decisions right now, which is just as well because my manager is on vacation.
Also, I spent all day Sunday scrapping through strata of wallpaper and paint to get to the wallboard so we could start priming to paint. Basically, the original owner of the house (the military) painted the walls orange and had this beautiful brick and ivy wallpaper put up by professionals (you can tell because the seams are nearly invisible) on the soffit. Farmer Fred bought the house from them and he plastered this extremely ugly limestone brick wallpaper over the first wallpaper and painted the walls random colors (like green and purple and white). Later, I guess he got bored with the wallpaper, but instead of taking it down, he painted over it with white paint. So, as you can imagine, it took a lot of work to get all this crap off one section of the soffit and I haven't even started on the other section. Of course, it didn't help that my parents then wallpapered over the white paint.
This is the soffit above the eat-in part of the kitchen. You can see the totally awesome purple color Farmer Fred chose!
These two pictures are of the wall behind the fridge. Obviously, Farmer Fred did not see a need to actually move the appliance before painting. The ugly tile is something my mom put up like in the late seventies. We can forgive her, I guess.
These are the strata of wallpaper/paint I was talking about. I probably have lead poisoning now.
The pièce de résistance of paint jobs from Farmer Fred.
Also, I finally beat Bioshock. Do I need to cut for spoilers on video games? Anyway, let's just say that I was pretty, well, shocked.