LIFE!!!
It's been a while, and since I wouldn't even have this if I weren't at least moderately self-involved, it's time to tell you all about me.
And, throwing aside my extreme dislike for Virginia Woolfe, it'll be a tad stream of consciousness.
Dellbert Jr. came!!! Hurrah! Let me tell you, if the screen so much as flickers, I'm calling Dell.
I have a newish job. I work for a security company (which I won't name, as they have been known to google their name and look at what their employees post [ever since the naked picture incident], and I'm not that crafty at concealing my identity, especially since I'm the only chick in my position) and I schedule people. I tell Hardeep where to stand (but I work with NO HARDEEPS! IDENTITY SECURE!).
My job is actually the kind of job where you sit there all day, process one piece of paper work, get paid $17/hr, and wonder why you make that kind of money. THEN you meet your co-workers and wonder if $17 is enough.
I work with Russian Orthodox ex-corrections agent guy, who knows how to make improvised explosives. He says he has "other interest" now (ie Russian Orthodoxy) so he doesn't do the weapons thing anymore. GOD? Are you listening to me? KEEP HIM ENTHRALLED!!!
I have 50-something divorcee guy who makes comments like, "this is the anniversary of my ex-wife's mother's suicide." . . . . . WOW. What is the holy fuck am I supposed to say to that gem? He is, without a doubt, the most insecure person I've ever met. The trick with him is flattering his ego. Sadly, he is my supervisor.
And then there's techno-geek, lazy, delegating guy. Nice enough, but a bit of a princess. That I refuse to do his work for him makes me a bit of a hero, office-speaking. He's getting married very soon. That's making him way more obnoxious. His fiancee is absolutely the best thing to ever happen to him, though. Hopefully he won't FUBAR that.
This is, however, better than selling gas door to door.
I need to go back to school and get my education degree. Stat.
My typing has suffered of late. The Butters (my cat) friggin tagged me good. She hit a nerve or something. I can't make a fist with my right had. Yesterday I couldn`t hold a pen. The vet tells me this is normal. I think I have battered woman syndrome. I keep defending The Butters, although she is clearly evil.
On the bus today, I wondered if I would become like Kerrisdale Hat Lady. For those of you who don't live in Kerrisdale (ie everyone) she rides the bus and wears the nuttiest hats. To some she is a free spirit, to others a kook. Her hats have balloons, flowers, stuffed animals, streamers. And people stare. I mouth the words to songs I'm listening to (when I don't remember to NOT do that). I get stares. Maybe in future I should sit next to Kerrisdale Hat Lady. Then I'll get fewer stares by comparison.
I just learned that I'm part of the sub-Generation termed, "Cold Y." (1981-1984) Huh. Apparently we're old enough to remember the Cold War, but too young to be part of Gen X. I do remember the fall of the Berlin Wall. Sorta. I was about 6. What I really remember was no internet. THAT's what makes us special. I know how to use a phone book, I just choose not to.
My uncle kept telling me I'm part of Generation 'Mellennials' ie, young when the Mellennium happened. But that extends to 2004, or something, ie, not born when Mellennium happened. Garbage. I've always thought Generation Y was a terrible name. Generation Why [bother]? OR, "we weren't creative enough to come up with something rad like, 'Greatest Generation' so we just used the letter after X." I prefer 'Echo Boomer.' My parents were Baby Boomers, so at least it's apt. Of course, it again means that everything has to be defined by the Baby Boomers, so maybe it's just as bad as Gen Y.
Speaking of Gen X, a guy I was in class with was in 'jpod', a CBC show, and because apparently people hate Western Canada, and genius, it was cancelled. He played John Doe, if anyone's interested. You can watch it online at cbc.ca. It was kinda nice to see The COUVE (Vancouver) represented on Canadian TV as Vancouver (and not Boston, New York, LA, every US small town you can think of, We're seriously in Indianna and not on the Sea to Sky Hwy, etc, etc). Doesn't happen often. Didn't you know? Toronto is the only place in Canada.
I'm stoked for the return of Supernatural, speaking of the Sea to Sky being small town America... and BSG, and Dexter, House, ANTM (which I have money on... go Isis, go!!!), and the Office. Oh, new TV, I have missed you.
My roomie moved out... awkward. She rocked for a while, but it deteriorated near the end there. Now I live with my brother. Aside from some brief unemployment, it's been good. Nothing motivates like the empty threat of eviction. He works as a chef now. He quit Subway when they made him PULL SOMETHING OUT OF THE GARBAGE AND SERVE IT. He quit on principle. Don`t eat at Subway.
And now my brain needs sleep. I'll need it to schedule Hardeep tomorrow. But there's no Hardeep! TWAH! Take THAT security company! Forward with the naked pictures!
Actually, I'll have to post pictures of FERRARI CAKE! Diddy didn't do it, but I sure did! :)
And, throwing aside my extreme dislike for Virginia Woolfe, it'll be a tad stream of consciousness.
Dellbert Jr. came!!! Hurrah! Let me tell you, if the screen so much as flickers, I'm calling Dell.
I have a newish job. I work for a security company (which I won't name, as they have been known to google their name and look at what their employees post [ever since the naked picture incident], and I'm not that crafty at concealing my identity, especially since I'm the only chick in my position) and I schedule people. I tell Hardeep where to stand (but I work with NO HARDEEPS! IDENTITY SECURE!).
My job is actually the kind of job where you sit there all day, process one piece of paper work, get paid $17/hr, and wonder why you make that kind of money. THEN you meet your co-workers and wonder if $17 is enough.
I work with Russian Orthodox ex-corrections agent guy, who knows how to make improvised explosives. He says he has "other interest" now (ie Russian Orthodoxy) so he doesn't do the weapons thing anymore. GOD? Are you listening to me? KEEP HIM ENTHRALLED!!!
I have 50-something divorcee guy who makes comments like, "this is the anniversary of my ex-wife's mother's suicide." . . . . . WOW. What is the holy fuck am I supposed to say to that gem? He is, without a doubt, the most insecure person I've ever met. The trick with him is flattering his ego. Sadly, he is my supervisor.
And then there's techno-geek, lazy, delegating guy. Nice enough, but a bit of a princess. That I refuse to do his work for him makes me a bit of a hero, office-speaking. He's getting married very soon. That's making him way more obnoxious. His fiancee is absolutely the best thing to ever happen to him, though. Hopefully he won't FUBAR that.
This is, however, better than selling gas door to door.
I need to go back to school and get my education degree. Stat.
My typing has suffered of late. The Butters (my cat) friggin tagged me good. She hit a nerve or something. I can't make a fist with my right had. Yesterday I couldn`t hold a pen. The vet tells me this is normal. I think I have battered woman syndrome. I keep defending The Butters, although she is clearly evil.
On the bus today, I wondered if I would become like Kerrisdale Hat Lady. For those of you who don't live in Kerrisdale (ie everyone) she rides the bus and wears the nuttiest hats. To some she is a free spirit, to others a kook. Her hats have balloons, flowers, stuffed animals, streamers. And people stare. I mouth the words to songs I'm listening to (when I don't remember to NOT do that). I get stares. Maybe in future I should sit next to Kerrisdale Hat Lady. Then I'll get fewer stares by comparison.
I just learned that I'm part of the sub-Generation termed, "Cold Y." (1981-1984) Huh. Apparently we're old enough to remember the Cold War, but too young to be part of Gen X. I do remember the fall of the Berlin Wall. Sorta. I was about 6. What I really remember was no internet. THAT's what makes us special. I know how to use a phone book, I just choose not to.
My uncle kept telling me I'm part of Generation 'Mellennials' ie, young when the Mellennium happened. But that extends to 2004, or something, ie, not born when Mellennium happened. Garbage. I've always thought Generation Y was a terrible name. Generation Why [bother]? OR, "we weren't creative enough to come up with something rad like, 'Greatest Generation' so we just used the letter after X." I prefer 'Echo Boomer.' My parents were Baby Boomers, so at least it's apt. Of course, it again means that everything has to be defined by the Baby Boomers, so maybe it's just as bad as Gen Y.
Speaking of Gen X, a guy I was in class with was in 'jpod', a CBC show, and because apparently people hate Western Canada, and genius, it was cancelled. He played John Doe, if anyone's interested. You can watch it online at cbc.ca. It was kinda nice to see The COUVE (Vancouver) represented on Canadian TV as Vancouver (and not Boston, New York, LA, every US small town you can think of, We're seriously in Indianna and not on the Sea to Sky Hwy, etc, etc). Doesn't happen often. Didn't you know? Toronto is the only place in Canada.
I'm stoked for the return of Supernatural, speaking of the Sea to Sky being small town America... and BSG, and Dexter, House, ANTM (which I have money on... go Isis, go!!!), and the Office. Oh, new TV, I have missed you.
My roomie moved out... awkward. She rocked for a while, but it deteriorated near the end there. Now I live with my brother. Aside from some brief unemployment, it's been good. Nothing motivates like the empty threat of eviction. He works as a chef now. He quit Subway when they made him PULL SOMETHING OUT OF THE GARBAGE AND SERVE IT. He quit on principle. Don`t eat at Subway.
And now my brain needs sleep. I'll need it to schedule Hardeep tomorrow. But there's no Hardeep! TWAH! Take THAT security company! Forward with the naked pictures!
Actually, I'll have to post pictures of FERRARI CAKE! Diddy didn't do it, but I sure did! :)