Is it the weekend yet?
Ahh...10am on a Monday and I can't wait for 5:30 on Friday. Always a good way to start the week. Other than the fact that I just didn't want to get up this morning, I still don't really like the job. I'm useless here. I mean, they could move someone's assistant about 6 yards closer to the front to unlock the door, sign for packages, and answer the 5 outside calls that don't go directly to someone's personal line. There's even a woman working here who just stocks the pantry, maybe some office supplies, and serves guests whenever they show up. Very nice, I guess, but pointless. And what irks me here also got on my nerves at the last job: no one's around to let me in. It's small, I know, but when I'm supposed to be the one letting everyone else in, when my punctuality is supposedly most important, when (specifically here) I rush to be on time and i get stuck standing outside the doors waiting for someone to walk by it fuckin sucks. There was even a guy who walked to and from the copy room who didn't even glance up, even when I knocked on the fuckin door. I didn't get let in till 8:45. Christ. Good thing I decided not to take the earlier train and get here 20 minutes early. Now as far as they know I'm here before 8:30 and just standing outside. Fuckers.
Anyway, enough bitching for the moment...i had such a great weekend! I really didn't want it to end (hence the unwillingness to get up this morning). Friday after work I went to BK and had dinner with Stephy, sat on the promenade for a while and generally caught up on things. Then around 9 we started taking shots. Oh how we corrupt the young. Mike came over a little later and after some pregaming we went to Henry St Ale House. Oh how I love that freaking bar. I even remembered the bartender's name and he gave me a free pint. The 3 of us played never have I ever, and we all learned some interesting things. Like the fact that Mike was still dating his last girlfriend when we met, but he was gonna break up with her before that anyway. Ugh. Obviously this did not sit well with me. I could not believe he would do that! Oy. Well, we talked about it on the way home. And what an interesting trip home that was...hehehe. Saturday we didn't go out till about 4 for brunch at this really cute place on 10th or 11th. After I got to take him shopping. finally. I love him to death, but no one should go 2 years without buying new clothes! I don't go a month without buying something! So we got some nice polos, a button down, and a pair of jeans at American Eagle; oh how good he looked... That night a few of his friends were over so we watched a really awful movie (Network- never ever watch unless you want to drag out 2 hours into 4) and smoked some pot. Oh how I missed pot. In Sevilla pot was more expensive and harder to come by than hash, so everyone smoekd hash. Eww. Sunday we went to the Yankee game with my parents b/c Rudy's boss gave him tix as a thank you. And what great tix they were! 10th row behind the Yankee dugout, in the shade the whole time (THANK GOD), and even a waiter service so you don't have to get up during the game. Even though I was only in the sun going to and from the subway, I still got a little burn on my shoulders and chest. If we had been in the sun the whole time I would be crispy.
Ok...I guess I can't make this entry go on forever. I assume anyone who reads it actually has a life to get on with. I, on the other hand, will be correcting my resume, writing some emails, reading the Times, updating Webshots, and filing my nails. Oh, and somehow earning a paycheck.
Your Love Style is Agape
You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner.
Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare.
You are willing to sacrfice your world for your sweetie.
Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you.
For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.
What's Your Love Style?
Anyway, enough bitching for the moment...i had such a great weekend! I really didn't want it to end (hence the unwillingness to get up this morning). Friday after work I went to BK and had dinner with Stephy, sat on the promenade for a while and generally caught up on things. Then around 9 we started taking shots. Oh how we corrupt the young. Mike came over a little later and after some pregaming we went to Henry St Ale House. Oh how I love that freaking bar. I even remembered the bartender's name and he gave me a free pint. The 3 of us played never have I ever, and we all learned some interesting things. Like the fact that Mike was still dating his last girlfriend when we met, but he was gonna break up with her before that anyway. Ugh. Obviously this did not sit well with me. I could not believe he would do that! Oy. Well, we talked about it on the way home. And what an interesting trip home that was...hehehe. Saturday we didn't go out till about 4 for brunch at this really cute place on 10th or 11th. After I got to take him shopping. finally. I love him to death, but no one should go 2 years without buying new clothes! I don't go a month without buying something! So we got some nice polos, a button down, and a pair of jeans at American Eagle; oh how good he looked... That night a few of his friends were over so we watched a really awful movie (Network- never ever watch unless you want to drag out 2 hours into 4) and smoked some pot. Oh how I missed pot. In Sevilla pot was more expensive and harder to come by than hash, so everyone smoekd hash. Eww. Sunday we went to the Yankee game with my parents b/c Rudy's boss gave him tix as a thank you. And what great tix they were! 10th row behind the Yankee dugout, in the shade the whole time (THANK GOD), and even a waiter service so you don't have to get up during the game. Even though I was only in the sun going to and from the subway, I still got a little burn on my shoulders and chest. If we had been in the sun the whole time I would be crispy.
Ok...I guess I can't make this entry go on forever. I assume anyone who reads it actually has a life to get on with. I, on the other hand, will be correcting my resume, writing some emails, reading the Times, updating Webshots, and filing my nails. Oh, and somehow earning a paycheck.
Your Love Style is Agape
You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner.
Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare.
You are willing to sacrfice your world for your sweetie.
Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you.
For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.
What's Your Love Style?