Sneaky, horrible woman
SO today, when I spoke to the evil consultant, she was not available to work AT ALL tomorrow.
This, only after I made it clear she'd be under my direction.
Later I receive a phone call from Cindy.
Guess, what? The woman with bad teeth is suddenly available. She used the information I provided to canoodle her way into the good graces of CW. When she told me there was no more time for MS, I removed her from the mailing lists. Let's see how much that irritates her.
I know she noticed, b/c she's started randomly cc'ing other related groups. MORON. Go off to Insead. Shoo.
If you haven't heard, I was perfectly horrified she's subletting her apartment for $2200. On the upper east side. 86! COme on. WHat kind of dough was she pulling in?
On a positive note, my boss pulled me aside for a lunch discussion earlier this week. I'm pleased with some of the comments shared.
Tomorrow is all Hallow's eve and I won't be doing any special. The girls are meeting up for a few drinks after work, but I'll be more on the late-ish side. Working alot kind of sucks. But it has some perks. Like not having to take the subway home. Then again, I do see v. little daylight.
sigh.
Bed time.
ooooooooooh gross
i'm not one for scary movies.
there's no way i'm going to sleep tonight. my heart is actually beating faster. yuck yuck yuck.
Note to self:
Do not watch Jeepers Creepers right before bedtime.
yeck.
Passive Aggressive
Not my cup of tea.
It occurred to me only on the subway ride in, that I did not get to watch the game last night.
Instead someone had to play video games.
sigh.
So over that.
Must reassess.
brilliant
yesterday the mom suggested using fabreeze in the laundry basket.
so smart.
Good morning
Too bad if the music is on too early, i'm up. And considering the fact the living room sits right under my bedroom, you know, when 'some' people stay up until the wee hours of the night 1) blaring music and 2) smoking (which is clearly evident in my room), it's ok that I have the radio on at 10am. Besides I'm out the door for the rest of the day in a few.
whatever.
I'm barely here long enough to generate carbon monoxide, let alone dirt or dirty dishes. Yesterday when I went to leave the house the male was disgruntled b/c he assumed the ONE freaking wine glass in the sink was mine. It apparently "broke because I left it there so long." Well, gee. If you saw glass in the sink, logic would beg to say 'let's not pile heavy shit on it'. Secondly, based on the collection of glassware I have in my room (presently 5 I can see), I have not been leaving anything in the sink. I bought paper plates to avoid the blame game. And the dude is nearly 30 and has never learned to clean up after himself.
All the relationship crap, but no sex.
A statement from the E, which is so true. Mind games are not worth it when I putting moolah in and they're not. Grr. Fine. Turns out the couple had enough of a snit yesterday that F. left the house for quiet time.
Glad I wasn't here. And when I left the message notifying them a guest was coming (to avoid a repeat of the uninvite process), I said "A. is coming over and we're eating burgers."
As in FYI. Not invite in yourself.
I don't mind inviting them, but they've never invited me. And I know they like my friends, I just don't like the continual subsidy of cost. Granted Alison had already volunteered to pikc up the food cost (20-some odd bucks), b/c I bought drinks last time we hung out. Picking up the cost of the beer ($18), butter ($4) because they used my last supply and milk (which is fine), I never heard an inkling of "Hey, we're eating something you provided - let's fork up some cash."
bleh.
ANd no matter what I said, it obvisouly irritated M. the entire night. GROW THE FUCK UP.
Please, this is annoying. It bothers me to be distracdted over stupid things, when I want to be focused on getting a job. Work has been killer as of late, b/c the success of the next few weeks may help sell me a spot. I don' tknow, but I feel the increased responsibility and level of contacts opening. Quickly. As in, Irene you do everything, update when necessary so important dude knows what to say.
Please, please, please, let this work. If not, I've definitely learned alot.
sigh.
off to meet dr. tara (which god help me if i say out loud;), and thne into the office.
happy joy.
Just Precious
There are smart people and dumb people. There are people who have energy and people who are lazy. They exist in combinations. If you work with a smart person with energy, that's your best collaborator. If you work with a smart person who's lazy, well, that's a bit of a waste, but it does no harm. If you work with a dumb person who's lazy, that's sad but not problematic, because they will simply be ineffectual. But if you work with a dumb person with energy, therein lies the seed of disaster.
ho hum
last week i spent 77 hours here. when you wonder where i've been, know it has not been any fun.
yuck.
but i will make time on sunday (while clearing out the waste of a room i have) to catch up on the nothingness that's been going on in my life.
but i have to say, the mexican food last night was killer.
yum
eh
Let's see.
Friday I worked until 8, and then proceeded to watch tv past midnight with Trisha. Nice b/c I hadn't seen her since the brunch she last arranged and she's off to TX for a week.
Saturday I woke up at 7 (annoying) and putzed around slightly annoyed at existing circumstances. The intimate gathering that I had planned to have was shelved for an assortment of reasons. To entertain myself until it was time to head out, I figured a nap would be in order (since I hadn't slept well the previous night). Out came Mom's sleeping pills, and out went Irene. Needless to say I missed the city festivities. Kind of annoying as I had showered, shaved, etc. in anticipation of being within a 25 foot radius of (hopefully) straight guys.
Oof.
But with my newfound spare time the bathroom was painted, the roommates fought about dishes (a.k.a @ the boy still being a mama's boy) and themselves I believe. I was irked at the state of affairs, but am happy I slept so well this weekend.
today i cleaned and cleaned until i can safely walk barefoot around my room. (you would not believe how much hair a person can shed.) I've also decided which storage unit I want to purchase and taken inventory of my growing supply of tampons. (funny how you never have them around when you need them, but now they're apparently fornicating in my linen closet.)
oh! and I am nearly finished with a crafty thing that needs to be done for thursday. i'm slightly concerned the workload will be insane this week (esp. since my body refused to go into the office today), but will hope for the best. if i can't finish, i'll buy more drinks as a form of distraction.
the cleaner is happy with his newest customer. $52 later I'll have clothes back Wednesday.
brb.
ready for sleep already. i'm all screwed up with the marathon sleep session on saturday.
Too funny to pass on
WOMEN'S REVENGE
"Cash, check or charge?" I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase. As she fumbled for her wallet I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse.
"So, do you always carry your TV remote?" I asked.
"No," she replied, "but my husband refused to come shopping with me, so I figured this was the most legal evil thing I could do to him."
-c/o Alison in my in-box
Crap
Ever pay attention to the names, or categories, associated with the products you purchase?
I own:
- a 2 pair of lace hipsters, style 'animal'
- knee socks
- exhiliration enya tan (boots)
- green pepper sauce (ok, so that one is self obscured. it's Tabasco.)
of the above mentioned, knee socks can be understood without looking at the physical item. you can know a language well, but never well enough. particularly if you're hard of hearing or not paying attention.
last week I said," in jest" and the other person took it to mean ingest.
when I said maniacal, my boss heard the name of a coworker, Madhavan. (note: his last name is used in conversation as his first name is so incredibly long).
tomorrow i have to ask for a very specific subset of a universe of data, and am already dreading the conversation. it's with a man who is culturally jarred by my forwardness (arranged marriages are the norm in his circle), who has a few stumbling blocks in grammar to knock out of his court before oh, say, conversation can flow. oh wait, and then there's the stutter. this is not to be confusedc with the very stupid woman, the lisper, who essentially ate a week of my timeline because she wanted to "coordinate" and "certify", when in reality she wanted to show me how to fill out a freaking form...so she could be kept aware the request was coming down the line. and the certification was oh so necessary, as she had to actually SEE that a handful of files were indeed stored on a shared drive. whine, whine, whine. i could gripe about her all day, but now i feel slightly better about the wholet hing.
OH no! I just remembered I was supposed to call missie doss. She offered me a ticket (with the infamous stan the man) to see a show that looked interesting. as soon as i saw the mail i knew i couldn't go, but somehow the day ended and i screwed up. i did, however, remember on the LIRR ride out (but of course taht didn't really help as I had left my cell phone on my bed Friday a.m.)
hmph.
In stead of going to the office now, I'm getting in early tomorrow. i just can't motivate myself to move any faster. and neither apparently, can anyone else that i'm seeing tonight. the cold weather is upon us, and I'm the most suprised. last year this time i was in San Diego, while NYC was coming off of a September heat wave. Funny how time flies.
Poo.
Thank God for Dial-in #'s
This morning I wasn't exactly in the mood to get up in the dark to go to work.
So instead I slept late and am presently using the call-in number for a conference call. It looks beautiful outside.
sigh.
Totally want to play hooky.
