Oh Facebook…

I hate how some people use their Facebook status updates to tell you how much they hate their job… every day they are at work. Have some class. Deal with it or quit.

And then 4 became 3.

Porter is gone. I know where he is going, but I’m tricking myself into believing he’s going to have an amazing set of parents in his next excursion after he is evaluated… good bye, pal. OH MY GOD! The mother fucking drama llama is following this dog… I’m so fucking fed up with it now! I no longer have a fucking pet but a foster animal until Tuesday…

So. After bawling, a lot, I decided that I needed to go to the gym this moring and bust my ass. But, I had to pick stuff up at my folks house and spent to much time there. My kick ass workout only lasted an hour due to having to meet up with someone else for lunch.

Being upset and having great music really pushed me to work harder.

Too much of a good thing.

Eeep.

So this weekend I drank to much. I vow never to drink that much in one day again.  EVAR. It’s a few days later and I can tell my body is still unhappy.

yes, I did mean swimming…

A few years back, like 7 or so or in 2002, I dated this weird guy I had no business dating. He was a fairly nice guy, although definitely not the in the top 8 smartest.

His glory days were from when he played freshman football in highschool, drove a 96 300zx, had $25k in savings 3 years prior, and had worked for Homegrocer.com. When I came across him, he was working at the co-op, drove a 85 300zx with a huge dent in front quarter panel, had no money on savings and the by the sounds of it had spent a lot of it on lap dances, had about $8,000 in credit card debt and had dreams about being a pro bowler…

So anyway…

We worked together. We both got off of work around 10pm. So I told him that I really wanted to go swimming after work. I told him not to forget to bring his suit and a towel.

We went to Kennydale Beach on Lake Washington. I love this beach for whatever reason and also they don’t really lock the gates at night, the park is right along a main road without it’s own parking lot.

So we get there and go out to the end of the dock. He seems really excited about spending time with me and such. I start to take of my shirt and he stops.He noticed I had my swimsuit on, apparently it wasn’t what he was expecting at all. He had only brought a towel.

“Oh, swimming.”

Of course I say “yes, swimming!” I prpbably go on about how swimming is really rad and its is one of the first things I remember learning to do other than basic life skills. I heart swimming!! And then it clicks..

“Oh?!? You thought I meant skinning dipping didn’t you?”

His response was that “No! Um, well yeah, kind of.” Of course he was pretty embarrassed about this, but did I care? Nope. I swam in the lake for an hour while he sat on the dock doing or thinking who knows what.

Yes, I did mean swimming.

See you next later…

So.

Kevin informed me that he would probably be going to Vancouver, Wa to help out his boss’ daughter with her business. (they all work in the insurance business)

This was some thing that had also been brought up in December but never amounted to much. As we were talking about it last night we were hoping it wouldn’t happen but if it did it would be okay and it wouldn’t be that long…

But, when I talked to Kevin this morning he told me it would be for a month.

A month? WTF? He’ll be home on weekends…

Um. Wow. So in his boss bailing out his daughter, he fucks with our lives? For a month? Um. Hi, we live and work in Seattle! Our lives run around things here. Our families live in the general Puget Sound vacinity, not Vancouver’s.

So Kevin will be gone for the month of June and I’ll be gone for half of August… There goes the summer.

I’m none to happy about this, and either is he.

Not cool, Cali.

Dude.

California… what’s the deal?

Gays can’t get married in your lines? But if they were to get married in that short time slot that was allowed, their marriage is still legit? I don’t understand why this is still an on going battle.

Hmm. All are created equal my ass.

Stupid floooozys.

Dear co-worker.

Thanks for bringing a date/fuck buddy with you to see Pat’s band… Um, its really sort of odd that she shops at our store and we all recognize her but she’s never seen any of us before. Thanks for buying me a drink after calling me a pussy for only wanting 1 beer. Um, but I’m sort of weirded out that you found it okay to buy it for me with your date’s money? But seriously, if you have to piss, please take her with you or some thing! I hate small talk just to fill the void… it reminds me of that scene in Pulp Fiction. You’re a smart and nice guy but  I’d really really hate to be involved with such a player like you. I have to remember that you’re only 24, and it seems to be all us with the issues and you’re fine doing what you’re doing. Rock on.

XOXOX
-J

I love your non-communicating ways.

I really think communication is very important. It is so important in all parts of life. With lovers, co-workers, doctors, friends, and those who directly could effect some majo0r moments in you life. I probably over communicate, and I’m okay with that.

There was a weird ordering snafu at work on Thursday. I ordered a product and 2 hours later that product showed up on a extra delivery I knew nothing about. I tried to cancel the order for the following day, but it was more than 2 hours past the cut off time for orders. I explained what happened and the distributor was surprised that I hadn’t been left a note, they definitely had remembered talking to the buyer and arranging a special delivery for shorted product. There was no communication to say what the deal was, what to expect, or what not to order. Zero emails.

So I sent off a little email about the situation. The responce I got back was pretty awesome… something like “I had things going on on Wednesday and sending you an email about orders wasn’t one of them. Oh, and by the way you ordered way to much.” Fantastic. This is why I don’t really enjoy working as this person’s backup.

Let me say… I was rather happy to leave work early today, even if it was because I was having back pain and needed to see my chiropractor.

And remember, sluts….

If you’re going to wear bright lipstick, brush your teeth. Nothing says hot like staring at your mouth and wonder if the last thing you ate was a whole loaf of bread.

I’m going to a going away party tonight for my friend Jen. The crazy thing is I worked with her in the past at a spa 5 years ago, and she left me then, too. I asked her is she was coming back again, just to leave me again. She laughed and said hopefully not. I love ya Jen, good luck in Lake Tahoe!

I’m wearing bright red lip gloss, I brushed my teeth.

resume snafu..

So, if you’re a pretty good looking chick putting your picture on your resume might seem like a great idea… but it only works if the person hiring you is:

• male
• a lesbian
• single of the above
• not so bright
• unprofessional

But if you are my boss you would say it is pretty unprofessional. Or that “just because you’re good looking doesn’t guarantee you an interview.” I personally found it tacky.

Amen, the end.

Motorcycles are heavy.

Do not let anger overshadow your judgment.

Yesterday Kevin decided to go for a bike ride. Motorcycle that is… He dropped it twice. This means he had to pick it up twice. This also means he probably tweaked his back at least once. Good job.

Um, I’d be happier if he went for rides with other people. He did tell me exactly where he was going. He also later told me that there were lots of people up in the area.

Drip coffee would be free, if it were up to me.

I love coffee. Working with coffee for about 7 years will do this to you.

So today I decided I needed a cup. I had already had tea but coffee sounded like a great idea. I took $1.60 out of my piggy bank. Who wants to whip out the debit card for coffee when I can pay for it in quarters.

I ordered a tall drip. It came to $1.75. “Um, just a tall.” Yup. Whoa! Since when did a tall (12oz.) cost $1.75? I ring up people for tall coffees all the time at work and it is $1.36! Jesus, did he bless my coffee first? Why so much?

Yeah, I think I’ll be making all of my drip coffee at home… except for the everlasting free flowing coffee at work.