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My promise to update has, once again, has been a lie. Again I fall trap to my own procrastination and thought that my life isn’t interesting enough to update about. Christine mentioned that this could be due to my lack of friends on Live Journal, most of which having moved away from this dying website for the greener pastures of Facebook. I don’t dare mention MySpace as that has been a dying beast for some time now and lies moaning in agony as it is only populated by a plague of teenagers sucking it dry; I deleted my own account over a year ago, and I don’t miss it one bit. In fact, the idea that anyone uses MySpace is laughable, even for celebrities. Haven’t they heard of Twitter?
But speaking of that thing, I’m growing more and more disenchanted with it. I don’t really understand the point, but that could be I’m assaulted by multiple updates by the same users with pointless shit that I just don’t care about. Not to mention, Twitter fails to text my subscribed tweets and has so for close to six months now, no matter how many times I try to fix it. And support on there is a joke.
I digress.
Since my last update, Christine and I held a get-together for her birthday. It had started out as a grand plan of a party, and invites when out via Facebook well in advance of the date. Instead of people actually responding a definite yes or no, as is polite, we got many “maybes” and many people not answering. I just don’t understand the logic behind this. Either you’re going to come, or you’re not, and either not responding or answering “maybe” is inconsiderate, rude, and in poor taste. The official party was cancelled, but we still kept the invite open to the people who had responded with a definite yes: Emily, Nick M, and Mark.
This turned out to be the better of the ideas, and they all had impeccable timing, arriving at the same time, which was really nice as we live on the third floor and our door buzzer has a nasty habit of not working when we have company. I wont go into details about the night, but it was just fantastic. Everyone seemed to get along really well, and through food and drinks we have awesome conversations about everything and nothing all at once. It makes me want to host more events, but mostly with just a small group of people like we did. However, we will first have to be rid of the beer that still sits in our fridge that I found out I don’t like the taste of. Apparently, I’m a Corona Light only girl, which I just recently discovered. If anyone wants some free Heineken, you’re welcomed to it. We even still have the box for it for ease in transport.
The night of Christine’s birthday, because the party was the night after, I made her lobster, as is the standing tradition. I got two chick lobsters from our local fish market, which is a nice little hole in the wall kind of place with the feistiest lobsters I’ve ever seen, and they turned out to be perfect. At least that’s what I was told. The only thing I failed on, which still makes me upset, was making jasmine rice to go with it as she had requested. I was just so focused on making sure the lobsters were cooked through that it completely slipped my mind. I also made her confetti cake with whipped topping for the “frosting,” which I thought was delicious, if I say so myself.
The other things that happened deviate away from the happy and blissful, and venture into the ridiculous. Surprising to myself, they involve my sister once again, and not through any way I could have foreseen. My mother is on Facebook, which I find incredible itself since I don’t consider her the type for it, never mind that she just got a 3G phone with a slide out keyboard so she can text, and does more frequently now. Her update had been about the weather in California, at the time it being 112F in the shade of her porch, which I don’t miss in the least. I commented (first, mind you) that she would move out east because the weather would be much better for both her and my dad. My sister, which I still have not friended and I have no intention of doing, replied that this was an excellent idea, but to not consider where she was moving to, Florida, because it would still be hot.
I don’t remember exactly how but we got on the topic of traffic and price of living for the different east coast states, of which my sister is entirely ignorant. A blanket statement of the traffic is only bad in NYC was made, which I corrected her saying there are other big cities besides NYC with horrible traffic, and her knowing the prices of things along the east coast because her fiance’s grandparents traveled a lot. I corrected her, saying that tourism costs and costs of living were different animals entirely, because they are. Tourists don’t have to worry about taxes, rent, etc. This opened a can of worms the size of Texas were she told me off for holding a grudge against her (long story in previous posts), not accepting her friend request, and ignoring her existence for the past few years. Surprisingly, I was calm the entire time and I found more amusement from it than anything that she was telling me to not hold a grudge when she had clearly allowed these things to fester and build inside of her until they exploded all over my mother’s status update.
It all ended with her deleting every comment she had made, except her initial one, and not saying another word. However, I feel like I got the last, maturely stated comment in, and I’m happy about that. I have a feeling that my mother didn’t see any of this, despite the notifications coming through email. This feeling leads me to believe that my sister probably has the password for her email, because my parents are way too trusting of her, and Debra deleted everything.
I was approached today by my supervisor with the option of moving my schedule again. This is dependent on if they hire someone, so I can only assume they’re talking about it now and trying to get approval. I find this prospect dim and without having any impact on me as the person they hired to take over my schedule now is a complete moron. However, I think she is growing wise to the fact that the senior rep is making fun of her. It should be interesting if drama starts because of this, because I have made sure that I’m not seen or heard doing the same. She is an idiot, but she’s not deaf. She hasn’t even been moved yet to the shift right before mine to “acclimate” herself to the later schedule, so who knows when I’m going to be able to move mine. It’s entirely discouraging even for thoughts of hiring someone else, because I feel a like person will be picked. The owner of the company seems to have no sense on what we actually need in my department, but as he’s the owner no one can really say no to him, even if it needs to be said.
And since I started this all last night I don't remember what else I was going to type, so for now I leave it at that.
But speaking of that thing, I’m growing more and more disenchanted with it. I don’t really understand the point, but that could be I’m assaulted by multiple updates by the same users with pointless shit that I just don’t care about. Not to mention, Twitter fails to text my subscribed tweets and has so for close to six months now, no matter how many times I try to fix it. And support on there is a joke.
I digress.
Since my last update, Christine and I held a get-together for her birthday. It had started out as a grand plan of a party, and invites when out via Facebook well in advance of the date. Instead of people actually responding a definite yes or no, as is polite, we got many “maybes” and many people not answering. I just don’t understand the logic behind this. Either you’re going to come, or you’re not, and either not responding or answering “maybe” is inconsiderate, rude, and in poor taste. The official party was cancelled, but we still kept the invite open to the people who had responded with a definite yes: Emily, Nick M, and Mark.
This turned out to be the better of the ideas, and they all had impeccable timing, arriving at the same time, which was really nice as we live on the third floor and our door buzzer has a nasty habit of not working when we have company. I wont go into details about the night, but it was just fantastic. Everyone seemed to get along really well, and through food and drinks we have awesome conversations about everything and nothing all at once. It makes me want to host more events, but mostly with just a small group of people like we did. However, we will first have to be rid of the beer that still sits in our fridge that I found out I don’t like the taste of. Apparently, I’m a Corona Light only girl, which I just recently discovered. If anyone wants some free Heineken, you’re welcomed to it. We even still have the box for it for ease in transport.
The night of Christine’s birthday, because the party was the night after, I made her lobster, as is the standing tradition. I got two chick lobsters from our local fish market, which is a nice little hole in the wall kind of place with the feistiest lobsters I’ve ever seen, and they turned out to be perfect. At least that’s what I was told. The only thing I failed on, which still makes me upset, was making jasmine rice to go with it as she had requested. I was just so focused on making sure the lobsters were cooked through that it completely slipped my mind. I also made her confetti cake with whipped topping for the “frosting,” which I thought was delicious, if I say so myself.
The other things that happened deviate away from the happy and blissful, and venture into the ridiculous. Surprising to myself, they involve my sister once again, and not through any way I could have foreseen. My mother is on Facebook, which I find incredible itself since I don’t consider her the type for it, never mind that she just got a 3G phone with a slide out keyboard so she can text, and does more frequently now. Her update had been about the weather in California, at the time it being 112F in the shade of her porch, which I don’t miss in the least. I commented (first, mind you) that she would move out east because the weather would be much better for both her and my dad. My sister, which I still have not friended and I have no intention of doing, replied that this was an excellent idea, but to not consider where she was moving to, Florida, because it would still be hot.
I don’t remember exactly how but we got on the topic of traffic and price of living for the different east coast states, of which my sister is entirely ignorant. A blanket statement of the traffic is only bad in NYC was made, which I corrected her saying there are other big cities besides NYC with horrible traffic, and her knowing the prices of things along the east coast because her fiance’s grandparents traveled a lot. I corrected her, saying that tourism costs and costs of living were different animals entirely, because they are. Tourists don’t have to worry about taxes, rent, etc. This opened a can of worms the size of Texas were she told me off for holding a grudge against her (long story in previous posts), not accepting her friend request, and ignoring her existence for the past few years. Surprisingly, I was calm the entire time and I found more amusement from it than anything that she was telling me to not hold a grudge when she had clearly allowed these things to fester and build inside of her until they exploded all over my mother’s status update.
It all ended with her deleting every comment she had made, except her initial one, and not saying another word. However, I feel like I got the last, maturely stated comment in, and I’m happy about that. I have a feeling that my mother didn’t see any of this, despite the notifications coming through email. This feeling leads me to believe that my sister probably has the password for her email, because my parents are way too trusting of her, and Debra deleted everything.
I was approached today by my supervisor with the option of moving my schedule again. This is dependent on if they hire someone, so I can only assume they’re talking about it now and trying to get approval. I find this prospect dim and without having any impact on me as the person they hired to take over my schedule now is a complete moron. However, I think she is growing wise to the fact that the senior rep is making fun of her. It should be interesting if drama starts because of this, because I have made sure that I’m not seen or heard doing the same. She is an idiot, but she’s not deaf. She hasn’t even been moved yet to the shift right before mine to “acclimate” herself to the later schedule, so who knows when I’m going to be able to move mine. It’s entirely discouraging even for thoughts of hiring someone else, because I feel a like person will be picked. The owner of the company seems to have no sense on what we actually need in my department, but as he’s the owner no one can really say no to him, even if it needs to be said.
And since I started this all last night I don't remember what else I was going to type, so for now I leave it at that.