Tuesday, July 16, 2002
So I NEED to come up with a new theme to my blogger. I am bored as shit with it. I don't know what happened. I just don't like it anymore. Maybe I am just in a rut with it. But honestly...do I need any more ruts in my life? So if this thing just casually dies...let it. Let it go in peace.
We'll see...
These are the highlights of the past week:
1) Rita and Kelly left for their vacations!!! I have the house all to myself, which has turned out to be a lot more misery than I thought. Some days are amazing! Some days make me really sad to have them gone. Either way...I am trying my damndest to enjoy the time alone. This kind of thing only comes once a year, so gotta try to love it. :-/
2) The cat and I have become bosom buddies. For the first two days, he completely ignored me. Didn't even come out from his hiding places. But then late on Saturday, I was crying like a pathetic loser and he came out from the closet and sat right on my lap. Um what??? He has never done that before. And it made me cry more. He's a cute boy. Since then, he won't leave me alone. He follows me from room to room and is constantly in need of attention. So am I...so it's a relationship based on a mutual affection. Every morning at 5:00am, he walks into my room and screams his head off. I don't know why. I think because the sun is coming up at that point. Either way...we go to bed together every night and every morning begins with me screaming at him to shut up. Ahhh...the life of being married to a cat.
3) Paul lost his job at Fridays. Uh what?!?!?! Right...he lost his job at Fridays. This is what happened:
Sunday night was very busy at the bar. Paul was rushing around serving drink after drink after drink when suddenly this woman pulls him aside and asks for the manager. Paul calls the manager up to the front bar and the lady proceeds to explain that she is with a "secret shopper program" and Paul didn't ID her. The rule at Fridays is that if you don't ID someone, you are terminated on the spot. (Kelly...it actually wasn't the BARS program...weird right?) So...Paul was asked to not come in on Monday and received a phone call late last night informing him that he is fired. UGH!
He and I cried when we talked about it. (I am an emotional wreck) We came up with some ideas as to where he can apply for a new job. We also discussed making arrangements for him to move to NYC as early as Oct. 1st! WOW. So there may be a dim light at the end of this tunnel. He is a strong kid and he will get through it. And there is still a chance that he will be allowed back at work. But at this point...he doesn't want to go back there after all this. I don't blame him.
4) Yesterday I hated my job more than I have hated anything in my life. I could have KILLED everyone. So irritating and the project that Penelope and I are working on is so fucking awful, I don't even know where to begin. UGGLES.
Today at work has been MUCH better. People are in better moods and Doris has fucked off completely. I kind of let her have it at the end of yesterday. Can't wait until 5pm.
5) Hung out with Penelope on Friday night and had a blast. As usual. It was a late night and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. :-D
6) My parents have returned from Germany with smiles and with safe travels. The prayers have worked! They had tons of stories to tell and have informed me that Rita will be going to see my brother on Friday. How fucking cool is that. VERY COOL.
SO RJR just came by and was like: "You are typing fast, it must be good. What are you doing? What's Post to Cut the Shit?"
I about die laughing that she actually asked and I told her the truth. It's my personal and PRIVATE online journal.
She was like: Great idea! Why "Post to Cut the Shit?" I go: "Because I am a very mature 25 year old".
She smiles and walks away.
Ugh. Oh and by the way RJR. It's not called "Post to Cut the Shit". Just "Cut the Shit". You know...Cut__ The__Shit.
and also...LOLOLOLOLOLOL.
I saw about a hundred thousand movies this weekend. Here is the list:
Moulin Rouge (again)
A Knight's Tale
Dude, Where's my Car?
The Royal Tennenbaums
Rollerball
Dick Tracy
Night of the Living Dead
Shrek
(whatever you do...don't even bother with Rollerball. Damn that shit was awful. Tennenbaums...amazingbaums!)
(oooh! Just so you all know...RCS and jaba are SCREAMING at doris right now. I mean...SCREAMING!!!!! I have no idea why...but it is fucking intense. Now Doris is BUGGING! Now they are bugging back. Man...wish I could hear what they are saying!)
In any case...bored now. This journal writing aint so bad. Maybe I won't kill it afterall.
I'll think about it.
Hey...anyone want RITAS next week? I do! I do!
PEAYCE!
RCS has said: "Let me RE-ITERATE" about a hundred times, each time growing louder and louder and louder. They are all yelling at the same time. If Doris don't come out of this meeting in tears...then I swear, it's true. She has no heart at all.
We'll see...
These are the highlights of the past week:
1) Rita and Kelly left for their vacations!!! I have the house all to myself, which has turned out to be a lot more misery than I thought. Some days are amazing! Some days make me really sad to have them gone. Either way...I am trying my damndest to enjoy the time alone. This kind of thing only comes once a year, so gotta try to love it. :-/
2) The cat and I have become bosom buddies. For the first two days, he completely ignored me. Didn't even come out from his hiding places. But then late on Saturday, I was crying like a pathetic loser and he came out from the closet and sat right on my lap. Um what??? He has never done that before. And it made me cry more. He's a cute boy. Since then, he won't leave me alone. He follows me from room to room and is constantly in need of attention. So am I...so it's a relationship based on a mutual affection. Every morning at 5:00am, he walks into my room and screams his head off. I don't know why. I think because the sun is coming up at that point. Either way...we go to bed together every night and every morning begins with me screaming at him to shut up. Ahhh...the life of being married to a cat.
3) Paul lost his job at Fridays. Uh what?!?!?! Right...he lost his job at Fridays. This is what happened:
Sunday night was very busy at the bar. Paul was rushing around serving drink after drink after drink when suddenly this woman pulls him aside and asks for the manager. Paul calls the manager up to the front bar and the lady proceeds to explain that she is with a "secret shopper program" and Paul didn't ID her. The rule at Fridays is that if you don't ID someone, you are terminated on the spot. (Kelly...it actually wasn't the BARS program...weird right?) So...Paul was asked to not come in on Monday and received a phone call late last night informing him that he is fired. UGH!
He and I cried when we talked about it. (I am an emotional wreck) We came up with some ideas as to where he can apply for a new job. We also discussed making arrangements for him to move to NYC as early as Oct. 1st! WOW. So there may be a dim light at the end of this tunnel. He is a strong kid and he will get through it. And there is still a chance that he will be allowed back at work. But at this point...he doesn't want to go back there after all this. I don't blame him.
4) Yesterday I hated my job more than I have hated anything in my life. I could have KILLED everyone. So irritating and the project that Penelope and I are working on is so fucking awful, I don't even know where to begin. UGGLES.
Today at work has been MUCH better. People are in better moods and Doris has fucked off completely. I kind of let her have it at the end of yesterday. Can't wait until 5pm.
5) Hung out with Penelope on Friday night and had a blast. As usual. It was a late night and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. :-D
6) My parents have returned from Germany with smiles and with safe travels. The prayers have worked! They had tons of stories to tell and have informed me that Rita will be going to see my brother on Friday. How fucking cool is that. VERY COOL.
SO RJR just came by and was like: "You are typing fast, it must be good. What are you doing? What's Post to Cut the Shit?"
I about die laughing that she actually asked and I told her the truth. It's my personal and PRIVATE online journal.
She was like: Great idea! Why "Post to Cut the Shit?" I go: "Because I am a very mature 25 year old".
She smiles and walks away.
Ugh. Oh and by the way RJR. It's not called "Post to Cut the Shit". Just "Cut the Shit". You know...Cut__ The__Shit.
and also...LOLOLOLOLOLOL.
I saw about a hundred thousand movies this weekend. Here is the list:
Moulin Rouge (again)
A Knight's Tale
Dude, Where's my Car?
The Royal Tennenbaums
Rollerball
Dick Tracy
Night of the Living Dead
Shrek
(whatever you do...don't even bother with Rollerball. Damn that shit was awful. Tennenbaums...amazingbaums!)
(oooh! Just so you all know...RCS and jaba are SCREAMING at doris right now. I mean...SCREAMING!!!!! I have no idea why...but it is fucking intense. Now Doris is BUGGING! Now they are bugging back. Man...wish I could hear what they are saying!)
In any case...bored now. This journal writing aint so bad. Maybe I won't kill it afterall.
I'll think about it.
Hey...anyone want RITAS next week? I do! I do!
PEAYCE!
RCS has said: "Let me RE-ITERATE" about a hundred times, each time growing louder and louder and louder. They are all yelling at the same time. If Doris don't come out of this meeting in tears...then I swear, it's true. She has no heart at all.
