Just a quickie today, but I was thinking when I walked in this morning that it would be really useful if the first aid kit in the office had nail polish remover. Not necessarily an emergency item, I realize, but they have shit like cough drops in there and it's not as though those are CRUCIAL either. I talked about it to my colleague Jules and we created a bit of a list (in addition to the polish remover, with which she agreed):

--Emery boards
--Dental floss
--Sewing Kit (WITH SAFETY PINS!!! just thought of that)
--Disposable toothbrushes with paste (like wet and brush thingies)

In describing the last item, Jules said, "You know, like the ones you use on your dog. . .or the ones the people in jail have."

I'm going to have to watch that girl.

The ATL is the most potholiest place on the planet. And my car is an effing magnet for them. This morning I celebrated what must be the one-skillionth time hitting this massive, gaping chasm in the highway, the highway for pete's sake. I mean, I have five lanes to choose from, and yet I always find myself in that one, and I never bloody well remember that it is there--until it is there. PLUS it's over by the white line, so either I am a really shitty driver, or that hole and my car are meant to be together.

Just found this. Ha.

Gah I'm already falling behind in my posts, my apologies to my 2 readers. So I turned in my notice today at work--it's still pretty surreal to think that I will be leaving. My boss took it pretty well, but I think it freaked him out since he had NO IDEA this was happening. Keep doing stuff like normal, then it will hit me that I only have 9.5 more days here. Man I grew up in this place! I find myself reminiscing about the milestones of youth vs. work environment, such as:

My third day of work ever when I was so hungover from the night before and my boss caught me with my face planted on my cool, smooth desk, NOT ASLEEP I might add, but just because, "It felt good."

and the classic:

Hauled into the office by le Boss because of scandously tight capri pants and recommended to wear clothing that was more flattering to my figure. Shut up, I still had the freshman fifteen, okay twenty-five.

the timeless:

Interviewing for the job in the first place and getting horrendously lost trying to find the building. Traipsed around the Georgia Tech campus in brand new shoes that were already killing me when two guys start yelling, "Lady! Lady! Hey Lady!" after me. I finally turn around and bellow, "WHAT?" and they say, "Do you know you're bleeding?" whereupon I look down to discover that, yes, Monty Python-like fountains of blood are squirting out of my heels with every step, leaving a delightful trail of goo the whole way down the sidewalk.

On another note, I just got totally shot down by an industry company that I needed info from (ah, you see I am still doing work here!). I was like can I have any information at all? And he was like well yes, I mean no, I mean sort of. Me: um do you have any ranges? Him: yes, but I can't share them with you. Me: are these employees on contract? Him: some are, and some aren't. THEN he says, do you have any other questions I can answer for you? !!!!! I pondered replying, nope, I'm fresh out of questions that you won't answer. I IM'ed Kevin about this and he totally one-upped me on what I should have said:

enkidu788:
you should have said yea, what rhymes with dick
enkidu788: Click

I knew there was a reason why I liked that boy. Peace out.

ALMOST forgot about this little IM gem from K, thank god I saved it. Enjoy.

crustofthedog: sorry
crustofthedog: i went out for my friend tom's b-day.
crustofthedog: too many margarittas
crustofthedog: i threw up on my pants and marlow kept yelling at me to take them off
crustofthedog: when I told him that this morning, he said, "you threw up?"
eleanorquinTEN: I am saving this IM
crustofthedog: shut it
eleanorquinTEN: lol

YES!

oh my god the timestamp issue continues. ok, did I fix it now?

Had to get up ass early this morning, aka 6am. This from a person who does not normally stir until about 8, so it was big-time. In preparation for this, I laid out all my clothes for today ala the first day of school. I actually woke up at 545 because--oh just shut up--I was crying in my dream and I woke myself up. I won't tell you what the dream was about because it was just so lame and okay I will tell you. I was sitting in front of these two horrible boys in an assembly-type thing, and they jacked off and smeared cum in my hair. So I am running around (with cum-streaked hair I might add) for the rest of the dream trying to get someone to I don't know arrest? punish? give a stern talking-to? to the boys. And no one will take me seriously and everyone keeps laughing at me, so I finally got really frustrated and started crying. Then I woke up, saw it was 545, thought this was VERY UNFAIR as the alarm was going to go off in 15 minutes, and tried to go back to sleep. But it was really hard because my nose was all stopped up from the crying. Still, I did get up when the alarm went off (okay one snooze but the clock is fast anyway), and was on my way in a flash. Laying out your clothes the night before really helps. Got to work and everything was VERY STILL. And dark. So I turned on the lights. Had one email, from dictionary.com, who provides me with a word of the day. Today's?

bailiwick \BAY-luh-wik\, noun:
1. A person's specific area of knowledge, authority, interest,
skill, or work.
2. The office or district of a bailiff.

Sent an email to prove that I was here really early, then checked the news: CNN. Not much there. Hmm, an hour later, a couple people are actually here. The moment is fading. The magic is gone. It's Thursday.

Hey the posting time is TOTALLY wrong on this thing. I'll work on that.

And now, a shout-out to my friend Karen. She motivated me to start this blog. Karen, I owe it all to you. To which she would reply, "Snnnwhaaarrr? I jusss nanaaa pong." Because she is drunk. All the time.

On another note, I was driving around the block leaving work yesterday (because I exited out the wrong side because I was so tired because I worked so late because of THE MAN), and I was stopped at the left-turn light. A passel of small children were standing on the corner, with Mama right behind them, when one of the kid acts like he is stepping off the curb. IMMEDIATELY, Mama's arm strrrrrrrrrrrrrretches over nine kids and yanks him back onto the curb by his collar, and whirls him around. She is face to face with him in a flash, and says, "Have you completely lost your mind? Have you COMPLETELY lost your mind??" And the little kid was like, "Yes?" I swear, my ovaries moved.

So yesterday I was at this interview, and the secretary for the guy I was meeting with looked AND SOUNDED exactly like Elaine from Airplane!--remember her? That in itself was freaky, but she's blabbing away as she is making me some coffee, and at one point mentions that she herself can no longer drink coffee, because she has had coffee poisoning. At which point I perked up (har har pun), and said, "Coffee poisoning? I've never heard of that--what is it?" To which she replied, after pondering the question, "Well. . .it's like a trip." In Imaginary Land, I would have SPEEEEEWED hot coffee all over her purple dress (with white shoes I might add). In Real Life, I said, "Oh, that's terrible, hmm, okay." And got the heeeeeeell out of there. The break room, that is. I still had the interview. It went okay, he kept interrupting me.

oh sorted out the Just Fran dilemma btw (see post name). Voila!

The ATL is in bloom. It's really nice, one of the top reasons I like this city that I forget about when it is Winter and effing cold and I hate everyone. But then SPRING ARRIVES and all these once-barren trees and shrubs explode into colour and it makes me happy. Dogwoods, azaleas, cherry blossoms, and whatnot.

Hey I started this new thing called a BLOG! It's so neat, everybody's going to have one someday. Oh, wait.