Thursday, June 21, 2007

Good thing

It's a good thing that my office windows don't open. If they did, I'd have to jump out since I just deleted the contents of the memo I've been working on for two days. Granted, it wasn't a long piece of work and it wasn't a particularly hard memo, but it was just about finished. I had even italicized the citations. I normally hit control+S like some trained monkey. What the hell happened? And what the hell good is automatic back-up if, from what I can tell, it doesn't save your ass if you close the program and tell the program, "No, thanks! I'd like to redo all of that work, so don't even think of saving those changes!" WordPerfect and Word should really ask you twice if you'd like to save your changes. If you say no, large rabid-looking creatures should dance around asking if you're really, really sure you'd like to discard all the work you've done.

I need cat food. Maybe I'll just drive my car into the front of my local Kroger store. That should relieve some tension.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Very, very important question

Has anyone eaten at Ruby's BBQ on 29th? No, not Rudy's. Ruby's, with a "b." I need to know if it's decent.

In case I was getting at all worried about my slow approach to 30 (which I actually wasn't), the huge, throbbing zit on my face makes me feel like a kid again. I just need some awesome braces and a perm and it'll be like the good old days.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

What's in a name?

I was watching tv last night and the news was talking about the winner of the UK's version of some talent show that I don't watch here in the states. The guy is an opera singer and his name is Paul Potts. Now, when the anchor first said the name, I was thinking to myself, "hasn't Pol Pot been dead for a few years now?" So I can't help but wonder what made this man's parents name him Paul. I mean, would the Schmalins name their kid Joseph? I hope not.

Saturday, June 09, 2007

Early to rise . . .

Makes for a really, really long day. I woke up at like 7:30 this morning, which is highly unusual since I'm generally a marathon sleeper on the weekends. According to the fiance, my capacity for sleep is of Olympic proportions. I only mind waking up early because it makes for such a long day and a lot of time to waste.

Not much is happening here. Shocking, I know. You'd think that living in a mid-size city in the middle of the country with two cats and practically no friends would produce many an anecdote. But, no. But I only have about 2 1/2 months left here. I love my job, but I'm excited to get back. Going to work, maybe not so much. But someone's got to pay for the lavish lifestyle to which I will become accustomed. You know, like having DVR and more than one pair of work shoes. The fiance and I will be supervising the move into a new apartment at the end of July. We managed to find an Alexan in BFE, which is good for the fiance's commute. I'm sure the folks at the Alexan will be happy to rip me off when the time comes to move out, but all apartment complexes exist to rip people off, so I guess there's really not much to be done about it. And at least my apartment won't have cabinets made of plywood and the water might actually work on a daily basis, which will be cool. Although I'm sure my fiance will miss all the dog shit people leave laying around at our current place.

In other news, I have reached a hair milestone. I can manage a tiny, sad ponytail. It's been more than 10 years since I've been able to manage a ponytail. Kudos to me!!

Friday, June 01, 2007

She works hard for the money

Man, I am on an efficiency streak this week. I actually feel like I can handle the upcoming surge in workload over the next six weeks. Of course, talk to me in three weeks about what I just said and I'll probably give you the finger (hell, I'd give some of you the finger just for shits and giggles, no matter what you said).

I'm off to C-town this weekend to see KO. We almost took a trip to D.C., but plane tickets were well above the "oh crap" price threshold for both of us. Gas ain't cheap, but it won't cost $700 to drive and see her. Should be fun. At least more fun than spending the weekend talking to my cats in a perpetual state of needing a shower. Sometimes, I think living alone is cool because I can let myself go and no one sees or cares. And then I realize this is also the dark side of living alone. Do it long enough and you don't realize that you've let it creep outside the home. Sure, one trip to the grocery store with no bra and PJ pants isn't a big deal. Then it's the mall; maybe you start looking a little shabby at work. Before you know it, you just look like shit and forgot to care.

In other news, Mario Claiborne is dead. I didn't know the guy, but I have been eagerly awaiting the Supreme Court's decisions in Rita and Claiborne. I don't generally eagerly await Supreme Court decisions. Sure, I find some of them interesting and I try to keep with what's going on, but I'd be lying if I said that, as a general matter, I eagerly await the decisions (okay, maybe one a year). But I was very eagerly awaiting these decisions. Claiborne's dead, his case is moot, and my heart is breaking. Who knew I'd ever be this interested in sentencing...