Yesterday (which was Monday when I first started writing this) was a big day. First, I chipped a molar with a ten year old tongue piercing and an onion ring. CRUNCH. Grossest sound ever. There goes my "you have beautiful teeth" exclamation from the dentist. Rats. I was due for an uninsured visit anyway. It's been years since these pearly-yellows had a going over. And now they'll have to have a thorough going over...all because I'm nostalgic for that year when I was an exchange student in high school when we all got something pierced and am an apparently voracious chewer. Alas.Second...it was the third (month) anniversary in the household of Kara and Kansas. I arrived slightly buzzed from drinks with amy g. and yowling my despair at having lost my precious tooth only to be stopped short by a jar (yes, we're classy people) full of gorgeous orange roses and gerbera daisies. Then amy g. and danny left and we had a small fight...probably about nothing...just to make sure the spice was still there.
I suck at this stuff. I forget birthdays all the time. So this anniversary business is hopeless. Maybe I should take to tying a string around my finger. Does that actually work for anyone?
Isn't it lovely? Isn't he lovely? Work is shitty. They're trying to get me to become an Account Manager. Or, as I like to call it, A Professional Ass Kisser (sorry marie). I've been in my non-client facing position for several years for a reason. I don't like the clients. I don't like having to make them happy. I enjoy keeping my cynical face on ALL DAY LONG. But, it could be more money...and something pretty for the resume, so I'm thinking about it. The fact is...I'm really freaking bored. This job doesn't challenge anything but my patience. And I need my patience. I have very little of it and what I have I need to conserve for the protection of the general public (old people). So if this other position offers me something more than boredom...shoot, I might just take it.
Going to the beach with a portion of The Crew and Kansas this weekend. There will be go-cart racing and bumper boating and driftwood burning...and a whole hell of a lot of drinking.
Thank you for the commenting...oh my little commenters. I know some of you were/are missing still...and I smite you...but now I have a general idea of how many lives I touch in a negative way. You know, besides the unlucky people who have to interact with me in person on a daily basis. Poor sots.
Ok, I need to go back to work. I don't have time for this nonsense. Kansas got his way, so we have Internet at home. I'll start maybe sorta blogging at home and see if that makes any of this shit more worthwhile reading material. That didn't even make sense. Awesome.
Happy Long Weekend Friday, people. Don't forget to remember somebody who's dead on Memorial Day. I've decided to remember Eli Whitney. I will raise my glass to him every hour upon the hour starting at 12:01 AM Monday. A fitting tribute for a man who's given us so much. So much.
14 keep(s) me blogging:
i don't have to think about dead people because we don't celebrate em here. mwa ha ha...dead people are DEAD TO ME!!!
For the past 3 years, the higher ups have been constantly trying to get me back on the sales side, to become an Account Manager as well. I always decline. Why? For a couple reasons…those are cool flowers. They don’t look cheesy…hmmm mac n’ cheese would be great right now.
You know you're going to be at that company for years to come... YEARS TO COME.
This is the way it works. You'll take this job. It'll be more money. You'll start buying more things and soon you'll need that job to pay for all your things so you won't be able to leave even if you wanted.
Oh, and memorial day is about dead soldiers, not just any old dead person. But even though I don't think he was in the military, I will let you bend the rules for the man who gave us seedless cotton.
I too have a job that is so ridiculously stupid I have to remind myself I have bills and can't tell my bosses to suck it! When I thought of what I wanted to be when I grew up this wasn't even in the same ballpark.
A killer whale trainer was what I really wanted to be! Oh yeah and I wanted to be a dancer like those girls on Solid Gold yup... Solid gold. Great now I'm going to have that song stuck in my head...
You know what they say Mo Money Mo Problems. Or is it all about the Benajamins? Hmmm
Happy Three Month Anniversary/Long Weekend!
Hi again. Long time no blah blah blah.
Any scéal? I've not looked here for a while ... whoops. Might try to look in every now and then again.
So, let's see if I've got this straight. Flowers, fighting, freakin' lousy job, freakin' slightly less lousy job, flying away for the weekend to frolic on the beach. I'm still trying to figure out if this was a happy post considering the more gorgeous than average bouquet that started it out?
"There will be go-cart racing and bumper boating and driftwood burning...and a whole hell of a lot of drinking."
The pinnacle of human culture. When was the last time you saw a Shakespeare play, Missy? 'Tamimg of the Shrew' is a good one. You'd get more comments if you didn't make people type in those dumbass letters.
Drink up for me Kara! I am spending my Memorial Day with a bunch of kids. My neighbors are spending the night tonight and I'm already exhausted. 5 & 3 year old boys along with my monsters. The noise level is astounding.
Don't take the job. I took the job, and now look at me, on the cusp of giving up blogging forever. Well, maybe not. But still.
The flowers and the fella are lovely. Hope the weekend was a fun'un.
I'd take the job, if only to experience better-paid boredom. But why not move on to a different company?
Bumper boating sounds like a great way to work off some hostility without any repercussions. Hmmm, might be fun to take my boss bumper boating.
The flowers are lovely. Kansas has good taste.
Flowers are ALWAYS a good thing. Enjoy them and your fine lad, next time just say thanks and give a big smooch, much more fun than a fight any day.
Take the job that forces a public face, you may find working with a plastic smile is better than with a genuine frown, at least that's the balony I've heard...
macoosh - heartless...heartless and cruel. somewhere...dead people are crying.
ax - yeah, i'm still very much on the fence
devina - don't say that. DON'T SAY THAT. besides, i KNOW what Mem. Day is supposed to be all about. but i think it's a shame that people like Eli Whitney are left out. i don't like exclusionary holidays.
pony - you're so right...my taste is getting more expensive as the years go by. it's definitely a problem.
thinker - thaaaaaaank you!
guess who - i don't know! i can't guess!
future - i like to sprinkle a little of everything into my posts.
goranas - i'll have you know i attend all sorts of intellectually stimulating events on a semi-regular basis. AND i've seen MANY shakespeare plays. however...when a work week has been as shitty as this one has...why there's nothing left to do but go drink yourself silly by a fire while playing the Name Game. oh...and go carts are awesome.
sarah - yargh. (you have to say that out loud all pirate-like to get the full effect)
kav - yeah, easy for YOU to say...you own your home. i live in a basement. it's a really nice basement...but it's still a basement.
sam - the job market in Portland has been fairly shitty for some time. i also have a strange skill set aquired from my current position that isn't easily transferrable to anything else. hence my dilemma. this other job would be something i could do and then move on with.
jill - yes they are, aren't they. you need to have your boss be in the water whilst YOU are doing the bumper boating. tis the key.
susie - ahhh baloney. i feel the need for a sandwich coming on...
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