or for poorly written articles that disguise themselves in search results as one thing, when in reality they're
pro jesus. Nothing wrong with believing in God, just not in the middle of an unrelated story supposedly about hair and skin.
Oof. I was looking for haircuts for the fall, and outs blares the line,"Jesus Christ is my savior", or something to that effect. Let it be. Let it be.
posted by irene @ 7/28/2003 08:50:00 PM
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i fell asleep while my hair was being blow dried. great hair cut that cost more than i anticipated, but come on. WHO falls asleep at the salon?
people who need more sleep, that's who.
after planning to leave work early (a normal 8.5 hours), I encountered The Assistant. The one who has been there forever and works for The BIg Shite Woman. When asked, "What are you doing after work?" I said,"Oh, nothing special. I'm tired after working yesterdcay and want to get home at at a decent hour."
Where do we end up? A few blocks from the outside eating fried food, I drinking a very bad red wine, she sipping not so demurely on a gin and tonic. The goil from the Bronx.
Hhmm mmm mmmmm. I've got the phrase from Rent stuck in my head now," ...you can't take the hicksville out of the girl"...or whatever it is.
Whatever. It was nice to just chill outside. The weather is funny when it's humid, but not hot. Plus it didn't cost a fortune. Who knew? (But the wine was bad.) On the way home I stopped at Hue (nore on that in a minute) to schedule an appointment and bam! I'm getting my hair washed.
Sidenote; In looking for a website for Hue, I encountered this crappy frame site. Who makes this kind of crap anymore? Baaad web site.
So I think I like my hair. But I'm ready to turn in. You know, all before 9pm.
Whoo hoo. Who would think I was in the prime of my life?
No, wait. I must of missed that part;)
posted by irene @ 7/28/2003 08:34:00 PM
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last week flew by with my one "short" day only containing ten hours. and on friday my afternoon meeting ran from 12 until 7.25 pm. what the hell is that all about?
(headshake)
i went into the office today to prep for monday, as they have a tendency to be nuts.
clocked in at 6 - out around the time of cinderella.
bleh. saturday i hosted my second barbeque, but drank too many cosmos:) fun, but it made me less than productive sunday morning. i had the energy level of a slug.
D'oh. NOw I remember where Friday night went. I was beginning to worry I squandered an entire weekend with nothing to show for it. I saw a show called Avenue Q. FABulous. Hard to explain, but there's something for the American reared lads.
And since it's raining, I trust my furniture will really attain the weathered look.
Or the drawers on my dresser won't shut.
You pick.
But one day they'll be white, contrasting nicely with my deep blue.
posted by irene @ 7/28/2003 01:12:00 AM
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I'm sorry to hear the news from my enlisted family member. (A guy on a bike slammed into a moving vehicle and died.)
You really can't plan everything.
On a completely separate note, the new guy at E's work used to have a funky personal site up...which has since been replaced with a formal work portfolio. Interesting how that can happen.
sigh.
I need a pay increase.
Or a different job.
Today i fielded a recruiter's call even though the position he's filling isn't my niche. If he can land a job there himself, I figure it can't hurt to help those in the know. How awful am I? Or calculating?
Or annoyed that the seat cushions were left out in the backyard YET AGAIN?
Damn birds have been eating all of my sunflower seeds. Which are next to my other big flower seeds ...which no longer exist. I'm left w/ Morngin Glories and plenty of Dill.
whatever.
posted by irene @ 7/21/2003 11:17:00 PM
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And yet again, the Mac is shunned. What is up with support personnel opting out of the Mac world? I have Virtual PC. Come on, throw me a line. Or have work give me a laptop. grumble. It would have been *so* cool to have the ability to work from home. however, I'm sensing a bit of an obstacle on the horizon.
I have to say, running the boob tube (an appropriate name considering the following topic) while online is, uh, interesting. The information on the Discover Health program that I just flipped to says," Sex Pills & Love Potions"...while an older woman explains how sexual satisfaction is greatly increased when women can practice ahead of time (privately).
No!
Really?
"Sex is not a luxury...particularly for the older generation, which is why use of Viagra is flourishing on many assisted living situations"
Ma! My eyes!
(Ok, so now I really don't want to think about what my mother could possibly be thinking if she happened across the same program.)
feh.
THings went fast today, and I'm a bit perplexed how to approach the real estate monster taht sits in my midst. I need to study, and "get it" (to borrow terminology from Sc. days). Would I know that a spot rate doesn't appear all the time? No, but I could check out the site and supporting documentation in the comfort of my own home as leisure reading if I could figure out what was wrong with:
- my existing firewall (don't want one except for the company sponsored one)
- TCIP filters (should be enabled)
- router issue covered (since I don't have one)
- my internet access provider (apparently earthlink has known problems with the company's remote access service. HALLO, could they not have mentioned that a tad bit earlier????)
Whatever.
I'm off to bed.
-poo
posted by irene @ 7/21/2003 11:03:00 PM
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Wednesday was a short work day for moi. I came running in after a Nyquil induced sleep the night before, and barely made it in time to hear that my lead developer wasn't coming in for a spec review. And that the laptop I was supposed to use was nowhere to be found. bleh, but whatever. Oh, right, there was the request from my boss' boss to make changes to a document i didn't have for a meeting i was attending.
In we went for the two hour session, only for me to learn that I was already behind in email. (Comments from the sassy vp across the table from me.) Fine. Thinking,"Hey, why I don't I double-task and just skim email while they debate the merits of spot vs. forward rates" I opened my in-box.
subject: news
from: dad
sorry to inform you, but your grandfather passed away last night.
...and that's what you get for reading email during a meeting. ugh. slightly distracted, my boss stepped back into the meeting with a marked-up document. while the rest of the table talked over a spread sheet, I was madly attempting to edit the now very late document for the other meeting we missed.
after leaving the two block, my boss and i were chatting. in updating him on an assortment of annoying details, I shared the email notice.
and out i was shoved.
"go home, irene."
that was yesterday. today i went to see our old family physician for the nasty cold i picked up. and tomorrow i'm meeting the cable guy in queens. tomorrow eve i plan to be in PA with e's fam. a nice break from the chaos over here. sad, but sometimes it's better let go of life if you're suffering. i sound callous, but don't mean to be. nor do i have the energy to explain the sordid details. an old, proud, vain:), man passed away. (Vain enough to hide mirrors late in life when he began to dislike his appearance. No, really.)
Alright.
Hopefully my internet connection will be set up tomorrow, and i'll be more readily available outside of work.
Hope everyone is doing well. If you're in the NYC area you MUST come to visit me in Queens. Also, let me know when you're ready to treck out to Long island for a bit of swimming in the 'burbs. My parents would love to have you.
posted by irene @ 7/17/2003 11:12:00 PM
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i am in spreadsheet hell. and sleep deprived. and sick. and tired. and,
you get the idea.
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posted by irene @ 7/15/2003 05:53:00 PM
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coffee dude is decidedly less cute with a haircut.
sigh.
yes, even those without can be selectively vain.
posted by irene @ 7/14/2003 07:02:00 AM
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totally not do-able if you already have a timewarner hookup in house.
and if you ever have to call the evil time warner, watch out for "miss
kaelen". she actually yelled at me. tonight i am penning a letter to
brinton young, the evp of strategic planning with earthlink. if he's
truly on the lookout for the disgruntled switchers, he should love me. i
tried togive them money, my account, etc. and not only did they
screw up the first time, they did the second time. the only shining
moment in all of this mess, is that i did not try to pick up a
self-install kit (which apparently, would have been a complete waste of
time. you know, in addition to the hour plus I wasted today.)
good god, what is wrong with big conglomerates?
posted by irene @ 7/11/2003 03:54:00 PM
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so i'm not crazy about the line breaks that appear when I use email to
post an entry. but if the home cable set up goes ok, then i won't need
to post at work.
oh, the circle of life.
posted by irene @ 7/11/2003 08:55:00 AM
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tonight is the bbq in Queens for e and a...which a doesn't know she's
sticking around for. i totally agree that we should subsidize a stumpy
visit, so that we can frolic (read: lounge) well into the eve. she
does live right around the corner.
saturday will be good and bad. good b/c i'm making progress towards
structure in the abode. (painting will commence, and my room shall
shortly be 'deep ocean'.) bad b/c the fam may come for a visit...and you
know how they love to 'discuss' matters decibel levels not normally
heard elsewhere. you know, like sane people?
ugh.
hey! i signed up for earthlink self install. i can pick up my stuff in
the 23rd st. time warner ofc when i register in the dbase as a customer
of earthlink. and there's no activation fee (contrary to what their site
said about my zip code....which I have finally learned. it's
11104...now, if I could only remember where my ofc is.)
e knows about the coffee boy, but you don't (yet). a step up from the
cabbies crew i usually attract, but not exactly the stuff dreams are
made of. ouch. that soudns awful. think along hte lines of maid in
manhattan. (a movie i did not see). or Cinderella. but he's kind of
cute. and not 1) a complete geek 2) squishy or 3) full of himself.
brb
posted by irene @ 7/11/2003 08:52:00 AM
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there is scant dinero in my checking acct as of two minutes ago. i paid
my sponsors (MC and Visa) almost off. I left $357 dollars on one until
the next pay period. gah. poor. but slightly relieved.
posted by irene @ 7/11/2003 08:20:00 AM
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except mine didn't have any condiments what so ever today.
bummer, since i was looking forward to a greasy 'reward' for my antics
from last night.
read: imbibing.
a lot
- One shot
- Two Sam Adams
- Three (count 'em, yes, three) Vodka Tonics
1 & 2 were accomplished with co-workers, 3 with e.
Fun, fun, fun! And, get this, I got the same french cab driver I had the
last time i hung out in e's neighborhood. Weird. Thank goodness I wasn't
a meanie the last time. snort. He remembered (this time) to turn on my
street vs. swinging three dollars out of the way.
posted by irene @ 7/09/2003 12:31:00 PM
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Thank you infinity billboard. So true, so true.
And I'm wearing my snappy red patent leather slingbacks.
Take that world.
And yes, I'm sleeveless.
gasp.
(in the office this is a big taboo. it's sweltering outside and i am
choosing to abstain. so there)
posted by irene @ 7/08/2003 08:23:00 AM
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god, i love swimming.
even if i had to do it in a bra/panty set from the mall.
the last time i checked, bathing suits should not cost $86.
at sears.
that's wrong.
and I am one pooped chica. the sun got to me today. as did the amount of barbequed food i consumed. phew.
posted by irene @ 7/04/2003 10:51:00 PM
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i managed to spend $7 plus dollars for lunch.
in the cafeteria.
hopefully the dev guy who suggested drinking after work will follow
through.
(hold on, don't get excited there. this one is already in a committed
relationship with another man.)
posted by irene @ 7/03/2003 02:05:00 PM
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the subways aren't crowded, seats abound, and I actually had time to put
makeup on this morning (without looking like residual reminders from the
night before).
sigh.
midol is slowly working it's wonders, and I'm pleasantly looking forward
to the rest of today. so what if there's testing to be done that i know
next-to-nothing-about. so what if I have to read a 75+ page paper this
weekend. so what if it's going to sprinkle on and off for the long
weekend. the point is - there *is* a long weekend. AND i'm going
swimming dammit.
this morning I drank a thirst quenching Gatorade - loved it.
last night dinner consisted of two slices from a medium sized pie,
cookies, and 2.5 beers. the roomies dredged in the pizza, and penne ala
vodka...and apparently a six-pack of budweiser. It's the only way I can
think of to segue into the 40 (yes) that one of them purchased the day
before.
they're out of weed, and may repeat last year's episode of visiting
manhattan over the 4th just to rendevous with the dealer at a starbucks.
who knew starbucks was a place of choice for so many independent
consultants" ;)
I have to say - working in cubes can actually be a very good thing. the
dude who normally sits behind me (listening to every word of my personal
conversations) has been out on vaca. the email queue is pretty silent
with people starting the weekend early, and my neighbors are all
blissfully quiet. and for that I'm grateful.
i continue to be perplexed by the cutie brit who is playing the
avoidance game, since our bar incident. (i was out for drinks with a
former colleague who misread it as a date. apparently the brit and the
colleague despise each other. unsure if i'm being grouped by default.)
whatever. will post this and go my merry way. promises to post on a more
regular basis using email. have a good holiday charlie. don't get
sunburned. and start posting some pictures before all of my hair turns
grey.
posted by irene @ 7/03/2003 10:20:00 AM
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I will now proceed to copy/paste from my brother's blog at navycharlie.blogspot.com
funniest damn thing ever.
Well I got some intersting driving experience today due to a combination of 3 things. First, 15 passenger vans drive very differently when they have 15 people in them as opposed to being empty. This comes into play when braking and turning, but will get back to that in a moment. Next comes our inclement weather and the fun havoc it plays with the roads. When its been sunny all day the pavement here literally has the ability to cook an egg (something to remember when sitting down). This mixed with a sudden afternoon shower results in a very impressive amount of steam coming off the road for a good 10 minutes. If you have ever cooled off a hot skillet in the sink with some water...try and imagine your skillet is 20 ft across and stretches around the island. It kind of looks like you have fog that ends at about waist height.
Here I am driving at a whole 40 mph in a 45 mph zone due to the first 2 above mentioned items (don't worry about the third factor...its coming). I'm feeling pretty safe and am ignoring the dirty look I'm getting from the vehicle behind me who wants to drive the full 35 mph (where could you possibly be rushing to around here?). Just as I'm rounding a long corner, factor 3 steps out of the rain/road steam and introduces itself....cock-a-doodle-doo. Yes, its one of our many feral chickens that are protected by British Law. I'm convinced that these little bastards are aware of their status and flaunt it. They often cross the road and then come right back seconds later.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Because he can and if you run him over it will cost you $500.
Anyway, Mr Rooster, his two girlfriends, and about 7 little baby chicks stop in front of me and stare me down. Normally this would be a good time to just hit the damn birds and avoid any chances of an accident, but not today. Coming down the street in the opposite direction are the British Police (remember the $500 per chicken) who are staring horrified at the impending chicken massacre. My boss, who is in the passenger seat, isn't helping either by yelling "chickens...cops.....errrrr!".
The following is what happens when you actually know what you are doing behind the wheel. This is not recommended for the casual driver. I decided to be nice and warn my passengers who were trying to figure out what my boss was yelling about......."hey, watch this s***". Any sailor knows that when you hear that coming out of another sailor's mouth, you should probably duck or look for a fire extinguisher and a first aid kit. I continue turning and slam my feet on the brakes and the gas which causes the van to skid sideways but yet keep going in the same direction (calm down mom). We skid right over all the chickens without touching them and then I downshifted and turned back into the skid while easing off the gas. This resulted in us straightening out after we had passed the chickens but before I ran into the British Police car. Nice :)
The cops drive past us in shock and nearly run over the rooster. The van is completely silent, which is amazing for that many sailors. Grinning like an idiot I pull off the road at the next turn (our destination) and shut off the van. I have never seen 14 people get out of a van so fast in my life. About 10 seconds later the brits come by and hop out of their car. Luckily my boss realized that I had done all that intentionly in order to not run over the chicken nuggets (thats how big the babies are) and she supported me during a conversation with the cops. I explained how I managed to turn the van into the stunt mobile and they stopped saying phrases like "loss of control" "@#$%^&* american drivers". They actually said thanks for not hitting the chickens but mentioned that I scared the crap out of them.
Not bad for a tuesday morning.
posted by irene @ 7/02/2003 07:39:00 PM
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adljkjkl;asdfjklasdfjkl;asd
where did the day go? or the week for that matter? and why am i being pulled in so many directions. thankfully the fuckup from today cannot be pointed in my direction. i mean, it could, but not really. it's not my fault that a) other ppl can't write things down and b) they forget things b/c they "don't need to write things down" or c) that I wasn't there for the screaming match thtat took place when other people forgot to attend a meeting (or two).
sigh.
whatever
perspective
.......and a good letter into grad school is all i want.
tonight i'm going for a drink with e.
but before i leave, i'm going to make sure that my bosses boss sees me in my cube.
how awful is that?
posted by irene @ 7/02/2003 07:33:00 PM
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It started with a trip, but then ...
