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Wow, I'm averaging about an entry a month. That's sad. I guess I'll just mention the things I can remember happening in the last month.
I had to put up a big ol' fight for my raise. It was bad. There were tears, there was anger, there were conference calls. It turned out to have a sort of an ironic conclusion. I fought hard and won, but the winnings were a joke. This is actually a much bigger, more detailed story, but it makes me frown and occasionally growl with frustration and who needs that? Basically I'm not all that pissed because the idea that it's not just me who gets routinely fucked over, it's everyone, and strangely this notion gives me solace. Yeah, I need therapy.
I saw a couple of plays I had been meaning to see. I saw Burn This with Edward Norton and Catherine Keener. It's so weird. He's the number one person in the universe that I would want to see on stage and now I've seen it. That day I had a terrible stomach ache and there was even a point where I thought I wouldn't make it. But I did and Jill I were front row (almost) center. I had slacked off from my Edward obsession and I had no small amount of shame that I did not see his last movie (which, in my defence looked horrible and was mostly panned). So I hadn't seen him in awhile and though he still gave me the tingles, I was beyond the involuntary drooling stage. But this lessening in my love for him only allowed his performance to blow me away even more. He is amazing! So incredibly talented. I totally lost myself in the play (which was very good in my opinion, despite being a tad long). He even had two scenes in his underwear, and though I was appreciative, I was just so into his performance it barely phased me (even though Jill was elbowing me frantically). Ok I'll stop the gushing now. One more-Edward Norton rules and I will never skip one of his movies again! Ok, now I'm done.
The other play we saw was Private Lives with Allan Rickman. I wasn't a big fan. Allan was terrific and the sets were great, but I wasn't that fond of the play. And Lindsay Duncan, who played the other lead and won the Tony for it, was nowhere near as good as Mercedes Reuhl in The Goat. Shameful Tonys, shameful. Whoever picks the winners for them is braindead and blind. Nuff said.
We went home after that and I had a nice weekend. I got to see the grandparents twice, ate everything my little heart desired and I got to see Di, Matt, Brian, Michelle, Carol and Jill. Matt Brian, Di and I went out to the bars Saturday night and despite the places they took us to being mostly gay, we had a good time. We always have a good time together. And I had buffalo chicken strips at this new place in Albany. Buffalo chicken strips might just be my favorite food on the planet. It's up there with brisket and raita and nan.
Last weekend I didn't do too much. I went out with Birch, Benny and Benny's brother Andreas friday night. We went dancing. I drank quite a bit for me, but I barely felt drunk (full) at all. I had a good time despite the music being a little techno punk for me. Despite Britt and Benny's ultimatum that Andreas and I kiss someone of the opposite sex by the end of the night, we both went home unsnogged. Oh well.
Saturday I thought I might have a chance at having the place to myself, but no such luck. Margaret was there despite having been hanging there the night before. But I got the place to myself on Sunday and I spent the time doing loserish things (that I'm too ashamed to speak of)all day. I had meant to do some job search stuff and write a bit, but I didn't. Very bad Steff.
My co-worker Paula up and quit last week. No notice, not even a hint! I have had a love/hate relationship with this girl ever since I started working with her. Ok, not hate, just annoyance. She's so friendly and talkative and has a really big heart, but man she can really drive you nuts sometimes. Endless talking and not saying anything. Or repeating something so often you feel like you just might have to reach out and smack her. I told her I was gonna charge her a dollar for every time she said "I want to go home." And after she worked her way up to 5 dollars in three days I think she finally got the point. But in the end I really dug her and I was happy she had stuck around when so many others had left. Now she's gone and she doesn't give random hugs anymore and she doesn't play with my hair and she doesn't ask me how my weekend went or what movies I saw. It really kinda sucks.
In her place we have a temp for about a month. His name is Billy. Billy is cute. I'm looking over my shoulder even as I write this, fearful he might come along. He's not my physical type at all, but oh well. But hold your horses y'all he's an actor, mostly for musical theatre. Are your bells going off like mine did? It is horrible to base a person's sexuality on their occupation, but man isn't being gay a prerequisite for musical theatre? I know there are exceptions, but he did wear a peach shirt yesterday. Anyway, he's pretty friendly and I'm glad that I at least have something to look at for awhile.
I am trying to get my shit together on the whole writing thing, but I've been pretty piss poor about it. I have been pretty busy at work the past couple of days. Today I wrote two pages, but I'm here writing in my live journal instead of writing another page for the book. I have to concentrate. I wanna get this chapter done in the next two weeks. I have to set deadlines. Speaking of which, co-authors (you know who you are) are getting written out of the book when my next chapter is finished! I love you mucho chica, but you suck at this deadline thing. All right, I'm done ragging on ya.
Well that's pretty much it. Nothing too exciting. I'll write more when something actually happens to me. Or I'll write more when nothing happens to me. We'll see.
I had to put up a big ol' fight for my raise. It was bad. There were tears, there was anger, there were conference calls. It turned out to have a sort of an ironic conclusion. I fought hard and won, but the winnings were a joke. This is actually a much bigger, more detailed story, but it makes me frown and occasionally growl with frustration and who needs that? Basically I'm not all that pissed because the idea that it's not just me who gets routinely fucked over, it's everyone, and strangely this notion gives me solace. Yeah, I need therapy.
I saw a couple of plays I had been meaning to see. I saw Burn This with Edward Norton and Catherine Keener. It's so weird. He's the number one person in the universe that I would want to see on stage and now I've seen it. That day I had a terrible stomach ache and there was even a point where I thought I wouldn't make it. But I did and Jill I were front row (almost) center. I had slacked off from my Edward obsession and I had no small amount of shame that I did not see his last movie (which, in my defence looked horrible and was mostly panned). So I hadn't seen him in awhile and though he still gave me the tingles, I was beyond the involuntary drooling stage. But this lessening in my love for him only allowed his performance to blow me away even more. He is amazing! So incredibly talented. I totally lost myself in the play (which was very good in my opinion, despite being a tad long). He even had two scenes in his underwear, and though I was appreciative, I was just so into his performance it barely phased me (even though Jill was elbowing me frantically). Ok I'll stop the gushing now. One more-Edward Norton rules and I will never skip one of his movies again! Ok, now I'm done.
The other play we saw was Private Lives with Allan Rickman. I wasn't a big fan. Allan was terrific and the sets were great, but I wasn't that fond of the play. And Lindsay Duncan, who played the other lead and won the Tony for it, was nowhere near as good as Mercedes Reuhl in The Goat. Shameful Tonys, shameful. Whoever picks the winners for them is braindead and blind. Nuff said.
We went home after that and I had a nice weekend. I got to see the grandparents twice, ate everything my little heart desired and I got to see Di, Matt, Brian, Michelle, Carol and Jill. Matt Brian, Di and I went out to the bars Saturday night and despite the places they took us to being mostly gay, we had a good time. We always have a good time together. And I had buffalo chicken strips at this new place in Albany. Buffalo chicken strips might just be my favorite food on the planet. It's up there with brisket and raita and nan.
Last weekend I didn't do too much. I went out with Birch, Benny and Benny's brother Andreas friday night. We went dancing. I drank quite a bit for me, but I barely felt drunk (full) at all. I had a good time despite the music being a little techno punk for me. Despite Britt and Benny's ultimatum that Andreas and I kiss someone of the opposite sex by the end of the night, we both went home unsnogged. Oh well.
Saturday I thought I might have a chance at having the place to myself, but no such luck. Margaret was there despite having been hanging there the night before. But I got the place to myself on Sunday and I spent the time doing loserish things (that I'm too ashamed to speak of)all day. I had meant to do some job search stuff and write a bit, but I didn't. Very bad Steff.
My co-worker Paula up and quit last week. No notice, not even a hint! I have had a love/hate relationship with this girl ever since I started working with her. Ok, not hate, just annoyance. She's so friendly and talkative and has a really big heart, but man she can really drive you nuts sometimes. Endless talking and not saying anything. Or repeating something so often you feel like you just might have to reach out and smack her. I told her I was gonna charge her a dollar for every time she said "I want to go home." And after she worked her way up to 5 dollars in three days I think she finally got the point. But in the end I really dug her and I was happy she had stuck around when so many others had left. Now she's gone and she doesn't give random hugs anymore and she doesn't play with my hair and she doesn't ask me how my weekend went or what movies I saw. It really kinda sucks.
In her place we have a temp for about a month. His name is Billy. Billy is cute. I'm looking over my shoulder even as I write this, fearful he might come along. He's not my physical type at all, but oh well. But hold your horses y'all he's an actor, mostly for musical theatre. Are your bells going off like mine did? It is horrible to base a person's sexuality on their occupation, but man isn't being gay a prerequisite for musical theatre? I know there are exceptions, but he did wear a peach shirt yesterday. Anyway, he's pretty friendly and I'm glad that I at least have something to look at for awhile.
I am trying to get my shit together on the whole writing thing, but I've been pretty piss poor about it. I have been pretty busy at work the past couple of days. Today I wrote two pages, but I'm here writing in my live journal instead of writing another page for the book. I have to concentrate. I wanna get this chapter done in the next two weeks. I have to set deadlines. Speaking of which, co-authors (you know who you are) are getting written out of the book when my next chapter is finished! I love you mucho chica, but you suck at this deadline thing. All right, I'm done ragging on ya.
Well that's pretty much it. Nothing too exciting. I'll write more when something actually happens to me. Or I'll write more when nothing happens to me. We'll see.