Beerfest Weekend Recap

Number of tokens it took to get a sample of beer: 1

Number of tokens the 5 of us went through: 90

Number of times I said "I can't believe Bell's Brewery isn't here. I LOVE Bell's Beer!": 3

Number of times anybody responded/acted like they cared that I love Bell's: 0

Number of "In Your Face!" pictures Loverboy snapped of me on the way to the Fest: 9

Number of pictures we took while at the Fest: 0 (because somebody was so happy with himself after taking the pictures in the car that he forgot the camera on the seat)

Number of bites I had to take of the jambalaya until I felt like my eardrums were burning: 1

Number of minutes I wanted to cry from the jambalaya induced pain: 30

Number of tears I shed throughout the entire weekend: approx 7 and they were all spread out

Amount of fun I had the entire weekend: Ooodles!

(P.S. I wish I was this creative, but I saw my first recap on Elena Joyce's blog)

WTF Blogspot?

I realize that the post below is probably difficult to read due to the fact that there are not any spaces between the paragraphs. I put them in originally, but when it posted, they were gone. I edited the post 3 times to include them, and yet they are still not there. Oh spaces, why are you hiding? Come out, come out wherever you are!

Yet Another Lesson From Corporate

The best sentence I heard all day:

"I'll see ya tonight, babe."

I'm as giddy as a 9 year old girl that received her first 'I like you do you like me?' note. I thought today would go by slow because I would want to get out of here so bad, but it really hasn't. Before my lunch break, the only thing I did was check and recheck an analysis that I had been working on and off on for about a month. When I was sure that everything on my end was correct, I brought it to a supervisor to re-recheck it with me because I was sick of the saleswoman hounding me. Tangent: I'm pretty sure if she had my cell phone number she would call me more than my mother does.

After my supervisor and I come to the conclusion that it was not my work that was wrong, it was in fact the files that the saleswoman had sent me that were incorrect. Together, we talked to her on speakerphone and explained what was wrong. After realizing that it wasn't a mistake on our end, she chose not to apologize, but to say, "Oh, well you learn something new everyday." That was the fourth time in about a week and a half that I have been harshly directly/indirectly accused of messing something up, when in fact it was the accuser that messed something up. None of them apologized. At this point I am apathetic to the whole process. If you want to send me a harsh email, then BRING IT ON! [some of you are probably thinking, "Well, Kirsten Dunst, it's already been BROUGHTEN!" and to you I say, touché.]

Next Wednesday is my last day here. I thought I would be sad, but I am ready to leave. These last two weeks of salesmen berating me have prepared me for my exit. On my last day, my supervisor wants to take our group out for drinks (starting at 2:30, sure!). Yesterday, I realized that attending this fiesta is my boss's order and therefore I should be on the clock while at the restaurant. If not, then I would say, F that Jazz I'll stay at my desk until 5:00 so I can get a full day's pay. I went back and forth with this with my sister until she backed me up, which is really what I needed. Today I was backed up even further by one of my other supervisors who had the following conversation with me:

Him [stopping by my desk at about 3:00]- Alright, I'm out of here for the weekend. Is there anything you need before I go?

Me [quickly minimizing the window to the blog that I was reading]- Yeah, the correct files for all the requests.

Him- I doubt anybody will get you those tonight. It's Friday, nobody works this late [Reminder: it's 3:00 pm!], you should just go home. Oh wait, you have to clock out, don't you?

Me [just remembering that I forgot to clock in after my lunch break]- Yes, us temps have to use the time clock.

Him [in all seriousness]- You live close, just go home and come back to clock out in a couple of hours.

I had not comment after that. Bottom line: I will be getting paid to have drinks on the company dollar next Wednesday. Hooray for me.

P.S. Did I mention I get to see Loverboy all weekend?!?

Some People will Never Change

A few nights ago I hung out with a few old friends. We all met at the oil change I used to work at. They all still work there. While we sat around the patio table and sipped our [separately purchased] beers, we did what we have done for the past 4 years: talked about the oil change. I didn't mind, as if I ever did, because I have missed the place since I quit a couple of months ago. Earlier that day while I was at work [this had to have been after I did my blogging rounds] I sent a mass [if mass means three people] text message to invite them over. Only one of them was at work at the time. He felt the need to make it known to the other guys he was working with [my former co-workers] that I had invited him over. No biggie. I have never invited any of them over before so why would they care? They didn't, but my old boss did. He actually got miffed over the fact that I don't send him text messages. He didn't care that I didn't invite him over. He already had plans. Why the hell would I invite him over?!?!? We were always close while I worked there...as close as a married man and a girl nearly half his age can be without making things illegal.

Towards the end of my sentence at the oil change, him and I clearly drifted apart. He was hurt that I was leaving him, and I didn't show that I cared [probably because I didn't]. Around the same time, he started his obsession with text messages. Prior to that, I had sent him about a handful to let him know his lunch had arrived and I couldn't find him. That was about it. Somehow, from those, he thought sending messages with heavy sexual undertones to me was appropriate. He had the ability to turn anything into a sexual innuendo.

Example via a flashback:

Me [after a night of babysitting his sons]- "They [his kids] insisted on watching a movie in your bedroom. They wouldn't fall asleep unless I laid in bed with them." [mind you, they were around the ages of 6 and 7 at the time]

Him [to all of the guys at work the next day]- "Wa-hoooo! Gyps has been in my bed! How many of you can say that?!?"

Flash forward to today. In my nostalgic frame of mind, I decided I should visit him one last time before I leave. To stop him from pouting, I sent him a text message. From there, we had a text conversation that went like this:

Me- Would you rather...have me stop by the shop to chill OR stop by your house to chill?

Him- How bout the sybris [I believe he meant the Sybaris, which is advertised as the "Romantic Getaway" meaning it's a hotel that couples visit to bone in the same place that thousands of others have (ie in the hot tubs or private pools)]

Me [trying to shoot him down in the nicest way possible]- That is a bit out of my price range

Him- A gentleman always pays

Me [thinking, "If you're gentleman, then why are you suggesting we meet at a place with sex swings hanging in every room?"]- Ok see you at the shot at 7.

I'm still waiting for a response from him...

Life Lesson #239 and a Bit O' Good News!

Life Lesson #239:

Always Always Always open the inside of a public bathroom door with a paper towel or something "protective" between your hand and the handle. Most women do not wash their hands after using the facilities. There are also women who wash their hands then sneeze in them, but since they just washed their hands they don't feel the need to do it again. I just witnessed this phenomenon. I was speechless.

Bit O' Good News:

During my lunch break I stopped at the bank and made my final car payment! I am now the [proud?] owner of a 2002 Hyundai Elantra! Yes, the check engine light is on, but it's MY check engine light now! Hooray! Unfortunately, balloons did not fall from the ceiling while I was standing at the counter. I really thought they would. Note to self: Next time I take out a loan for a car, do some research on banks prior to prioritize according to celebration tactics.

A Cloud of Privacy Has Just Rolled Over

I decided that if I were a dinosaur, I would be a Pee-osaurus Rex. I feel as if I am constantly going to the ladies room while I am at work. It must be my body's way of saying, "Hey Gyps, you've been sitting on your behind, staring at the computer all day. Get up!" I just shifted in my seat as I typed that as if that was part of a decent daily physical regiment. I used to be very active. In the past I was always at my peak physical state during the summer. Now, I feel like a blob. I'm not saying that I am chubby or anything, but I feel like an unhealthy blob. I have actually lost weight, which, let me remind you, is only a number. I have actually lost muscle mass not blub. I'd take the higher number over this.

It's funny that I say that because after work I am having a few friends over to sit on my parents' patio and have some drinks. Along with my invites to them, I made sure to add BYOB fools...and BBFM (bring beer for me)! Well, I should have added that last part.

I caught myself zoning out while co-workers talked to me today. As I nodded my head and said "Ah-huh. Ah-huh. Ah-huh" to them, I was trying to recall the feelings I get when Loverboy kisses me. I do love to kiss him. Not the tonsil hockey, slobber type of kisses, but the I am happy to see you kiss on the slightly open mouth. He embraces me in a certain way whenever he gives me those kisses. I miss that. Lucky for me, I get to be with him all weekend! [Insert picture of me perking up in my chair and staring off into space as I think about the kisses I am going to get this weekend.]

Now all I can think about are very private thoughts involving him. I better stop Damning the Man! and punch out of here [I am at work right now] and enjoy my thoughts alone at home.

I Need Help!!

I am having difficulty with blogrolling. I signed up on the Blogroll site and copied the html into the html link. Now what? I don't have easy access on my page to my favorites anymore!!!