Showing posts with label Y U NO Guy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Y U NO Guy. Show all posts
Monday, October 3, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
Picture Of The Day
I'm sorry, it's been almost 2 months. I am about to lose my mind!!!
The face does justice, but not the boobs. Ah. If only mine looked like that.
I realized one day that it probably was a good thing I never really got a look at his face, because if he was actually cute, I'd really be losing it wanting to see him again. But if I do not find his face attractive, then maybe I could stop worrying about seeing him a third time. But then again, there is that whole other matter of what I find attractive that would still be hanging around.
The face does justice, but not the boobs. Ah. If only mine looked like that.
I realized one day that it probably was a good thing I never really got a look at his face, because if he was actually cute, I'd really be losing it wanting to see him again. But if I do not find his face attractive, then maybe I could stop worrying about seeing him a third time. But then again, there is that whole other matter of what I find attractive that would still be hanging around.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Random Thoughts
Two days of work down, two more to go. Do you know what I say to that?
I get my evaluation on Friday.
I was 4 pounds more this morning because my digestive system appears to not want to work again.
Sorry. I am feeling picturesque today. Ragey picturesque. I wrote many things today followed by a FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU. I am so annoyed with my digestive system and I am back to wanting to rip it out of my abdomen. I am starting to wonder if this always seems to occur during ovulation time. I am always going to start writing everything down, but I still haven't.
I want to believe that the 4 pound weight gain is due to my digestive system because while yes, I was bad the entire weekend, I doubt I ate 14,000 EXTRA calories on top of what I normally eat. Hell, I doubt I even ate anywhere near 14,000 calories altogether between the 4 days combined. And I did ramp up my exercise all of those days (45 minutes instead of 30). I hope it's only due to my digestive system wanting to misbehave, but I am still freaking out over it.
I am not looking forward to getting my evaluation. I like to believe I am a good worker. My attendence is pretty much perfect- never late, never left early (except with pre-approved PTO usage), only one call out (three if you count two days when it was much too hazardous to drive and we were under STATE OF EMERGENCIES). I have never been scolded for talking too much (and have never once received the infamous too much chit chatting emails, except when they were sent to the entire office). Am I going to be worthy of a raise? I have no idea. I hope so. For one, I have been there almost 2 years. Two, I am doing almost a completely different job (and pretty much everyone else's) than when I started. Even if I only get as much of a raise as I did last year, it would be nice. I'd like more, of course, but right now I will take what I can get.
I am also not looking forward to my WA getting her performance. Because I will have to hear about it nonstop. I am sure something will be said about her talking and then I am going to have to hear about how everyone else gets away with it, why shouldn't she, oh she never leaves her desk except for no more than 10 minutes at the end of the day (I don't know how time runs in her little world that 40 minutes of talking is somehow 10 minutes; I have honest to God timed her before and she is generally back talking anywhere from 25 to 40 minutes or more), she's tired of all the double standards, and this, and that and *face palms, then bangs head repeatedly on desk*.
One of my FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUU moments was when I went to call my family doctor and get an appointment just to have my foot looked at. I called and asked for as late as possible appointment and I am told next Tuesday at 5:15. I can't do that and apparently that is the latest appointment they have for a while. What the fuck, man? Six freaking doctors and their hours are until like 8 almost every day. So now I still do not have an appointment with the doctor and I am going to lose my mind. The pain seems to have moved to just my big toe joint and I still only feel it once in a while, like if I attempt to do jumping jacks and even then, I might feel on the first or second jump and no more after that, or if I am coming down the stairs a certain way. It's not terrible, but it is annoying. But my foot just constantly feels like it needs to crack and I crack it and it relieves it temporarily and then I am back to where I started it.
I am just going nuts being a little more inactive than usual. I still am working out 5 days a week, but I am not getting up as much as I normally do and I am not dancing around like an idiot like I usually do. And it's depressing me not being as active. I love dancing. I suck at it, but it's so much fun. It makes me feel good. The first time I really listened to the lyrics of "Higher" by Taio Cruz- and we are all going to assume it is actually about dancing- I thought, wow, that is a perfect way to describe how I feel when I am dancing. I don't know what came over me at my sister's wedding, but it was a fantastic feeling. I was dancing, at times even being the only one on the dance floor, and I didn't give a fuck what anyone thought of me. And I was drop dead SOBER. I had not one ounce of alcohol, except for some champaggin at the toast. My mom said it made her happy to see me having fun and that made me happy that my happiness made someone else happy.
Try reading that one three times fast. It made me think of this.
I get my evaluation on Friday.
I was 4 pounds more this morning because my digestive system appears to not want to work again.
Sorry. I am feeling picturesque today. Ragey picturesque. I wrote many things today followed by a FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUU. I am so annoyed with my digestive system and I am back to wanting to rip it out of my abdomen. I am starting to wonder if this always seems to occur during ovulation time. I am always going to start writing everything down, but I still haven't.
I want to believe that the 4 pound weight gain is due to my digestive system because while yes, I was bad the entire weekend, I doubt I ate 14,000 EXTRA calories on top of what I normally eat. Hell, I doubt I even ate anywhere near 14,000 calories altogether between the 4 days combined. And I did ramp up my exercise all of those days (45 minutes instead of 30). I hope it's only due to my digestive system wanting to misbehave, but I am still freaking out over it.
I am not looking forward to getting my evaluation. I like to believe I am a good worker. My attendence is pretty much perfect- never late, never left early (except with pre-approved PTO usage), only one call out (three if you count two days when it was much too hazardous to drive and we were under STATE OF EMERGENCIES). I have never been scolded for talking too much (and have never once received the infamous too much chit chatting emails, except when they were sent to the entire office). Am I going to be worthy of a raise? I have no idea. I hope so. For one, I have been there almost 2 years. Two, I am doing almost a completely different job (and pretty much everyone else's) than when I started. Even if I only get as much of a raise as I did last year, it would be nice. I'd like more, of course, but right now I will take what I can get.
I am also not looking forward to my WA getting her performance. Because I will have to hear about it nonstop. I am sure something will be said about her talking and then I am going to have to hear about how everyone else gets away with it, why shouldn't she, oh she never leaves her desk except for no more than 10 minutes at the end of the day (I don't know how time runs in her little world that 40 minutes of talking is somehow 10 minutes; I have honest to God timed her before and she is generally back talking anywhere from 25 to 40 minutes or more), she's tired of all the double standards, and this, and that and *face palms, then bangs head repeatedly on desk*.
One of my FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUU moments was when I went to call my family doctor and get an appointment just to have my foot looked at. I called and asked for as late as possible appointment and I am told next Tuesday at 5:15. I can't do that and apparently that is the latest appointment they have for a while. What the fuck, man? Six freaking doctors and their hours are until like 8 almost every day. So now I still do not have an appointment with the doctor and I am going to lose my mind. The pain seems to have moved to just my big toe joint and I still only feel it once in a while, like if I attempt to do jumping jacks and even then, I might feel on the first or second jump and no more after that, or if I am coming down the stairs a certain way. It's not terrible, but it is annoying. But my foot just constantly feels like it needs to crack and I crack it and it relieves it temporarily and then I am back to where I started it.
I am just going nuts being a little more inactive than usual. I still am working out 5 days a week, but I am not getting up as much as I normally do and I am not dancing around like an idiot like I usually do. And it's depressing me not being as active. I love dancing. I suck at it, but it's so much fun. It makes me feel good. The first time I really listened to the lyrics of "Higher" by Taio Cruz- and we are all going to assume it is actually about dancing- I thought, wow, that is a perfect way to describe how I feel when I am dancing. I don't know what came over me at my sister's wedding, but it was a fantastic feeling. I was dancing, at times even being the only one on the dance floor, and I didn't give a fuck what anyone thought of me. And I was drop dead SOBER. I had not one ounce of alcohol, except for some champaggin at the toast. My mom said it made her happy to see me having fun and that made me happy that my happiness made someone else happy.
Try reading that one three times fast. It made me think of this.
Friday, April 29, 2011
GRRRRR!
I have reconciled my relationship with 104.5 again and this was the first place I ever heard "Driven By Their Beating Hearts" by A Silent Film and not long after hearing it, I downloaded it from Walmart.com. I recently heard a new song, "You Will Leave A Mark", by the band and I love it, so I figured maybe I would download it off Walmart.com. However, no matter what kind of search I put in, I can find no songs by A Silent Film anymore. That said.....
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Random Thoughts
Well, at least I can say I am a little bit of a better mood than I was yesterday. It could very well have to do with a little something called IT’S FRIDAY. I was so excited today was Friday I almost got up at work and did the Friday dance with the Breakfast Club.
I almost died of shock the other day when I was given a records request and not only did it have a subpoena, it had a check as well. I was overfilled with glee until I happened to look at the check. It was for $6. I looked at it a couple times to make sure my eyes were not deceiving me. And then this is what I did. I hunted down the chart. Then I counted the number of pages in the chart. Then I looked at the check again. AND THEN….and then I busted up laughing. Six dollars! Bitches, please! I ended up having to type up a letter demanding a check for whatever remained of the bill. But what I really wanted to do was send them the first six pages, then compose a letter of cut out letters (you know- like ransom letters) informing them if they to see the rest of the chart, they have to send a check for whatever the rest of their bill was.
Maybe I would have added a problem trollface at the bottom. Depends on what my mood would be at the time of composing said letter.
I am getting annoyed in work because I have to log under two different Windows names to scan and to do other things. The log-in under the scanner was not given Adobe PDF. And it was not a problem until I realized there are times I need to preview the shit I have scanned. So then I have to close out of our work program under the scanner log-in and log-in under my name and while it does not sound that bad, it is actually an enormous pain the ass. Especially since I have had to do it a lot more than usual (mostly because, thanks to having obsessive compulsive disorder, I have to check and recheck my work repeatedly). And for some reason or another, our worthless IT department will not install it for me. I feel like telling them, look, give me the software, give me temporary administrative privileges and I will install the fucking software myself.
Our IT department is worthless. Every time I call, I get one of two things 1) the answering service or 2) they cannot help me with my problem.
I received a letter from my insurance company last week blabbering on about pre-existing condition crap. I have not gone to the doctor for any real condition. I have not been formally diagnosed with anything so what the hell are they blabbering about? I fucking hate insurance companies. Always with the not wanting to pay shit. And I swear every letter insurance companies compose is deliberately worded in the most difficult possible ways. Every letter I receive from my insurance is like reading fucking Klingon.
I need to call them and find out what is going on and I am waiting for a day I come home from work in an exceptionally hostile mood to deal with them. I think PMS should be rearing its ugly head very shortly so that should be an absolutely fantastic time to deal with them.
See and now they want to start this bullshit which means it might be even harder for me to go get a colonoscopy. I give up trying to get a colonoscopy. I take it I am just not meant to get one. Stupid fucking digestive system. It is has been behaving most of this week, but not today. Oh no. I am right back to being constipated again. And last night I had such a violent case of heartburn and let me tell you- belching up a mixture of KFC and strawberry Jell-o is not very pleasant.
I have a question for you, digestive system:
I almost died of shock the other day when I was given a records request and not only did it have a subpoena, it had a check as well. I was overfilled with glee until I happened to look at the check. It was for $6. I looked at it a couple times to make sure my eyes were not deceiving me. And then this is what I did. I hunted down the chart. Then I counted the number of pages in the chart. Then I looked at the check again. AND THEN….and then I busted up laughing. Six dollars! Bitches, please! I ended up having to type up a letter demanding a check for whatever remained of the bill. But what I really wanted to do was send them the first six pages, then compose a letter of cut out letters (you know- like ransom letters) informing them if they to see the rest of the chart, they have to send a check for whatever the rest of their bill was.
Maybe I would have added a problem trollface at the bottom. Depends on what my mood would be at the time of composing said letter.
I am getting annoyed in work because I have to log under two different Windows names to scan and to do other things. The log-in under the scanner was not given Adobe PDF. And it was not a problem until I realized there are times I need to preview the shit I have scanned. So then I have to close out of our work program under the scanner log-in and log-in under my name and while it does not sound that bad, it is actually an enormous pain the ass. Especially since I have had to do it a lot more than usual (mostly because, thanks to having obsessive compulsive disorder, I have to check and recheck my work repeatedly). And for some reason or another, our worthless IT department will not install it for me. I feel like telling them, look, give me the software, give me temporary administrative privileges and I will install the fucking software myself.
Our IT department is worthless. Every time I call, I get one of two things 1) the answering service or 2) they cannot help me with my problem.
I received a letter from my insurance company last week blabbering on about pre-existing condition crap. I have not gone to the doctor for any real condition. I have not been formally diagnosed with anything so what the hell are they blabbering about? I fucking hate insurance companies. Always with the not wanting to pay shit. And I swear every letter insurance companies compose is deliberately worded in the most difficult possible ways. Every letter I receive from my insurance is like reading fucking Klingon.
I need to call them and find out what is going on and I am waiting for a day I come home from work in an exceptionally hostile mood to deal with them. I think PMS should be rearing its ugly head very shortly so that should be an absolutely fantastic time to deal with them.
See and now they want to start this bullshit which means it might be even harder for me to go get a colonoscopy. I give up trying to get a colonoscopy. I take it I am just not meant to get one. Stupid fucking digestive system. It is has been behaving most of this week, but not today. Oh no. I am right back to being constipated again. And last night I had such a violent case of heartburn and let me tell you- belching up a mixture of KFC and strawberry Jell-o is not very pleasant.
I have a question for you, digestive system:
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