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So I officially have a favourite soccer player! His name is Leo Messi, he plays for Barcelona, and he's one adorable bundle of soccer playing energy. It's really fun to watch him play and it doesn't hurt that he looks adorable and perplexed while he's constantly kicking everyone's ass. I will post a picture of him if I can find one that does justice to his complete adorableness. (I said "adorable" a lot in that last sentance. I would apologize if it weren't for its completely accurate and required usage.)
Tomorrow are the GREs and I'm a bit worried. My math skills aren't the best, even though I've been studying and my vocab leaves much to desired. I really want to do well (of course) but when I mean well, I don't mean average. I mean above average...and I'm worried that it's just going to be average which doesn't make you look special to universities that have lots of people applying. Ah, well...no need to get all worked up, it just makes me test poorly.
I had a dream the other night that involved a guy I knew in high school, who I had a long distance relationship (meaning friendship) with for many years...and then he crushed me into itty bitty pieces but deciding he liked this other girl I THOUGHT was my friend, but never really liked all that much anyway, when I finally saw him after 3 years. Ahem...yes. But needless to say, background aside (because I'm a grownup now and, i mean this, am over it), I'd really like to be friends with him. Or at least talk to him again. So I message my other pal from high school, a girl who was with me through the whole thing, just to tell her how funny it is b/c I haven't thought about him in FOREVER, and she's like, "yeah, he imed me 2 weeks ago." What?!?! Apparently, he keeps in touch with her by sending her random ims "once in a blue moon." Awesome. So I'm getting his screenname, and I fully intend to use it, even if it freaks him out.
So, Wednesday night there was a party for Coldwell Banker brokers where I work. A party that I was hoping I wouldn't have to go to, or maybe just for an hour, because we had just had ANOTHER party on monday for Prudential that did not go well, and at which I felt completely useless. Wednesday morning rolls around and all the higher ups come in from NYC and their various offices in Philly for the "weekly meeting." Post the weekly meeting, Asher, (my direct boss - I have about 8 bosses) calls me and Kate (the fellow admin assistant) into his office. Let me just say, that we knew that Peter & Alan, the developers were not happy at all with the turn-out for Monday's party, and that they partially blamed us, as the main source of invitations (because we, apparently, are supposed to be magic and know things that aren't told to us or given to us, such as "call the brokers after looking them up on the internet" or brokers' email addresses for the only invitation we were given, an email blast). So we go into Asher's office. He closes the door and then proceeds to tell us that we (meaning Kate and I) need to mingle more at the parties. That we can't just stand around with drinks and talk to each other. The whole time insinuating that Peter & Alan are upset with us, that we acted like drunks (um...neither of us were drunk), and that basically it was OUR fault the party didn't go well b/c we weren't mingling with the 3 people that came. So, tonight we needed to stand at the door with brochures and greet people. Okay...we can do that. We leave, slightly pissed (silently, of course) but understanding, I suppose, that they wanted us to stand at the front, and that was fine. Had the admonishemnt (only very slight at this point) ended there, all would have been decently well. But it did not. Later that day, as the party was nearing, basically as it arrived, Kate and I were standing by the desk (now bar) I had a glass of water because I'm human and I have thirst and Kate was just standing there. Cliff, our uber boss says almost nastily, "Come in here!" and basically drags us into Asher's office hurriedly, like he's PISSED OFF. He then proceeds to say in a very condesending tone, as if we've been slutting around at all the parties and that we maliciously planning to at the party that hasn't started yet, "I don't want you two standing around like a bunch of party cats. We can go out after the party and have fun then, right now, we're working and I want you two split up. One at the front, one back here. So put your drink down (to me), I don't want to see you with one in your hand." And then leaves. We then proceeded to very obviously be watched like hawks through the whole party while we stood at our posts, and looked retarded b/c no one was around us so we COULDN'T mingle, which I thought was the whole problem in the first place. Um, EXCUSE ME? #1) I am not 7 years old. I am 22, I WORK for you, you're not my parents. If you have a problem, you can state it to me respectfully. You can say get Asher to say, hey guys, we need you to stand at the front tonight, we think that might help things. That's it. #2) You can say, "you need to mingle more," without insinuating I'm a drunken party ruiner ESPECIALLY when that fact is very insulting and very untrue. #3) I do a lot of pretty decent work for you. I keep your office running smoothly. I know where everything is. I am everyone's bitch and grunt that does the little annoying things they don't feel like doing. You can at least treat me with some respect. And #4) I already work 9 hours a day for you, of which you are only paying me for 8. You then expect me to be REQUIRED to stay at a party for 2.5 additional hours, which you are not paying for, and talk to people who don't care to talk to me because I'm not an agent. On top of it all you CHASTISE me for my perfectly acceptable behaviour at that said event! ARRRGGGHHHHHHHHHH!! I'm sorry this is such a long story, a long rant, whatever. But this REALLY angers me. I didn't like the place I worked for before. Now...phew. Alright, sorry guys. This is just really aggravating.
Tomorrow are the GREs and I'm a bit worried. My math skills aren't the best, even though I've been studying and my vocab leaves much to desired. I really want to do well (of course) but when I mean well, I don't mean average. I mean above average...and I'm worried that it's just going to be average which doesn't make you look special to universities that have lots of people applying. Ah, well...no need to get all worked up, it just makes me test poorly.
I had a dream the other night that involved a guy I knew in high school, who I had a long distance relationship (meaning friendship) with for many years...and then he crushed me into itty bitty pieces but deciding he liked this other girl I THOUGHT was my friend, but never really liked all that much anyway, when I finally saw him after 3 years. Ahem...yes. But needless to say, background aside (because I'm a grownup now and, i mean this, am over it), I'd really like to be friends with him. Or at least talk to him again. So I message my other pal from high school, a girl who was with me through the whole thing, just to tell her how funny it is b/c I haven't thought about him in FOREVER, and she's like, "yeah, he imed me 2 weeks ago." What?!?! Apparently, he keeps in touch with her by sending her random ims "once in a blue moon." Awesome. So I'm getting his screenname, and I fully intend to use it, even if it freaks him out.
So, Wednesday night there was a party for Coldwell Banker brokers where I work. A party that I was hoping I wouldn't have to go to, or maybe just for an hour, because we had just had ANOTHER party on monday for Prudential that did not go well, and at which I felt completely useless. Wednesday morning rolls around and all the higher ups come in from NYC and their various offices in Philly for the "weekly meeting." Post the weekly meeting, Asher, (my direct boss - I have about 8 bosses) calls me and Kate (the fellow admin assistant) into his office. Let me just say, that we knew that Peter & Alan, the developers were not happy at all with the turn-out for Monday's party, and that they partially blamed us, as the main source of invitations (because we, apparently, are supposed to be magic and know things that aren't told to us or given to us, such as "call the brokers after looking them up on the internet" or brokers' email addresses for the only invitation we were given, an email blast). So we go into Asher's office. He closes the door and then proceeds to tell us that we (meaning Kate and I) need to mingle more at the parties. That we can't just stand around with drinks and talk to each other. The whole time insinuating that Peter & Alan are upset with us, that we acted like drunks (um...neither of us were drunk), and that basically it was OUR fault the party didn't go well b/c we weren't mingling with the 3 people that came. So, tonight we needed to stand at the door with brochures and greet people. Okay...we can do that. We leave, slightly pissed (silently, of course) but understanding, I suppose, that they wanted us to stand at the front, and that was fine. Had the admonishemnt (only very slight at this point) ended there, all would have been decently well. But it did not. Later that day, as the party was nearing, basically as it arrived, Kate and I were standing by the desk (now bar) I had a glass of water because I'm human and I have thirst and Kate was just standing there. Cliff, our uber boss says almost nastily, "Come in here!" and basically drags us into Asher's office hurriedly, like he's PISSED OFF. He then proceeds to say in a very condesending tone, as if we've been slutting around at all the parties and that we maliciously planning to at the party that hasn't started yet, "I don't want you two standing around like a bunch of party cats. We can go out after the party and have fun then, right now, we're working and I want you two split up. One at the front, one back here. So put your drink down (to me), I don't want to see you with one in your hand." And then leaves. We then proceeded to very obviously be watched like hawks through the whole party while we stood at our posts, and looked retarded b/c no one was around us so we COULDN'T mingle, which I thought was the whole problem in the first place. Um, EXCUSE ME? #1) I am not 7 years old. I am 22, I WORK for you, you're not my parents. If you have a problem, you can state it to me respectfully. You can say get Asher to say, hey guys, we need you to stand at the front tonight, we think that might help things. That's it. #2) You can say, "you need to mingle more," without insinuating I'm a drunken party ruiner ESPECIALLY when that fact is very insulting and very untrue. #3) I do a lot of pretty decent work for you. I keep your office running smoothly. I know where everything is. I am everyone's bitch and grunt that does the little annoying things they don't feel like doing. You can at least treat me with some respect. And #4) I already work 9 hours a day for you, of which you are only paying me for 8. You then expect me to be REQUIRED to stay at a party for 2.5 additional hours, which you are not paying for, and talk to people who don't care to talk to me because I'm not an agent. On top of it all you CHASTISE me for my perfectly acceptable behaviour at that said event! ARRRGGGHHHHHHHHHH!! I'm sorry this is such a long story, a long rant, whatever. But this REALLY angers me. I didn't like the place I worked for before. Now...phew. Alright, sorry guys. This is just really aggravating.