Things That Bothered Me At Work Today:
1) When people smell bad and leave their stink at my desk when they walk away.
2) When people can't add two whole numbers together.
3) When those things happen simultaneously.
I can't handle it.
Also, I got sad today because I saw a bunch of relatively inexpensive framed art online today and I wanted all of it and I very responsibly did not buy it because I DO NOT CURRENTLY HAVE WALLS UPON WHICH TO HANG SAID ART BECAUSE I AM WAITING TO MOVE TO CHICAGO SO SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ME A JOB.
So yeah. Instead I bought a Prada messenger bag, because my old Fossil one has a hole in it and I'm a label whore.
In other news, my paternal grandmother passed away on Sunday/Easter/my cousin's 16th birthday. Clearly, a flair for the dramatic runs in the family. I haven't really dealt with it all that much because it was a whirlwind of people I don't know and family I haven't seen in years and me being freaked out at being a pallbearer. And then there was the fact that both of my parents would be in attendance and I'm pretty sure the last time I saw them in the same room, let alone speaking to each other, was in the late 90s. For real.
Shockingly, pretty much everything went down without a hitch. I've decided to take my time and not force myself to think about it or be sad about it. It'll happen when it happens. In the meantime, I've chosen to remember things like how she used to pick me up every Thursday when my mom worked late and take me to pick up my comic book subscription. Or the time I was around 4 years old and my mom walked in on the two of us and my grandfather draped in costume jewelry playing the shit out of fake musical instruments in front of MTV. Or how she once wrapped all of my Christmas presents in Hanukkah wrapping paper because she thought it was pretty and had no idea what a dreidle was.
She was pretty awesome.
And now I get to go work all damn weekend. Yee. Haw.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Friday, April 6, 2012
Tell Me Something Good
So I'm back at my original office for the time being until the Corporate Gods grant me my wish and move me to Chicago. Maybe I should sacrifice something, like a goat or perhaps a virgin? I actually tried goat a few weeks back (it was... not great?) at the Indian restaurant down the street, so maybe I could ask them and they can just use it after? Economical and pagan all at once! At any rate, it's probably easier than finding a virgin.
The best part about this office is the satellite radio. Not many people know where the "control room" for it is, so I pretty much get to do whatever I want and generally no one notices unless I put on something like mariachi. I'm pretty pleased that no one's really messed with in in the 5 months I've gone and it's still on this quirky catch-all sort of station. This morning I've heard the Spice Girls, Nick Lowe, No Doubt, Queen, Whitney Houston, and (unfortunately) The Wallflowers. They get into these weird but fabulous grooves from time to time and they'll play late 80's-early 90's dance or house for like 30 minutes and you'll hear Lisa Stansfield, Cathy Dennis, and Betty Boo and then two minutes later it's a block featuring Faith Evans and Total and Monica and En Vogue and then suddenly you're hearing New Order and The Cult. I love it.
And now they've ruined everything with Phil Collins. Why? I'm shaking my fist.
The staff has changed probably like 95% since I've been gone and I think that at least one or two of them thinks I'm new. Like this girl this morning talked to me really slowly and tried to show me where "they put things here." I'm going to allow myself to be amused by it for now.
Tomorrow I've got a library-and-comic-book-store date with my aunt and little cousin in the morning and then I'm seeing the closing performance of MIA, starring the gorgeous and talented Daina Griffith, at the Pittsburgh Playhouse with my (also gorgeous and talented) wifey, Raquel. Sunday, I'm going to serve myself a heaping plate of ham and family dysfunction at my grandmother's. Normal is relative and my relatives aren't normal, but I love most of them.
And that's that.
The best part about this office is the satellite radio. Not many people know where the "control room" for it is, so I pretty much get to do whatever I want and generally no one notices unless I put on something like mariachi. I'm pretty pleased that no one's really messed with in in the 5 months I've gone and it's still on this quirky catch-all sort of station. This morning I've heard the Spice Girls, Nick Lowe, No Doubt, Queen, Whitney Houston, and (unfortunately) The Wallflowers. They get into these weird but fabulous grooves from time to time and they'll play late 80's-early 90's dance or house for like 30 minutes and you'll hear Lisa Stansfield, Cathy Dennis, and Betty Boo and then two minutes later it's a block featuring Faith Evans and Total and Monica and En Vogue and then suddenly you're hearing New Order and The Cult. I love it.
And now they've ruined everything with Phil Collins. Why? I'm shaking my fist.
The staff has changed probably like 95% since I've been gone and I think that at least one or two of them thinks I'm new. Like this girl this morning talked to me really slowly and tried to show me where "they put things here." I'm going to allow myself to be amused by it for now.
Tomorrow I've got a library-and-comic-book-store date with my aunt and little cousin in the morning and then I'm seeing the closing performance of MIA, starring the gorgeous and talented Daina Griffith, at the Pittsburgh Playhouse with my (also gorgeous and talented) wifey, Raquel. Sunday, I'm going to serve myself a heaping plate of ham and family dysfunction at my grandmother's. Normal is relative and my relatives aren't normal, but I love most of them.
And that's that.
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