And it's been almost two years since my last post and I'm still bored! But I got a new computer! I love it. It's a Dell Studio 17. And it's *GASP* pink. And I got a *GASP* pink wireless mouse to go with it. Hey. I donated money to Breast Cancer research. I'm proud of myself. I've got breasts so I'd want someone helping find me a cure if I had cancer. :-)
It'll be interesting to see who replies to this. Pretty much only one person from my friends listing still blogs on here. There's been a few random weirdo's that added me to theirs that I can't delete. That troubles me.
- Location:Working.
I can't seem to win. I feel so inadequate and I feel like one of my co-workers is trying to sabotage me. I could swear she is. I don't feel like going into a two-hour rant about her, so I'll spare you the pain. Suffice it to just say that lately I've been feeling like a big loser. I can't do anything right. I keep getting the same stuff back for corrections. She fucking talks incessently, distracting me and she's not had anything said to her about it.
Does anyone else have these types of thoughts/problems?
On a side note, I put my ex "on notice". I'm so friggin tired of the bullshit and the drama. How is it, that you can NOT be dating someone and it still feels like you are! *SIGH* When will I find my knight in shining armor, without the mental definciancies, jealous nature, controlling and manipulativeness, general "grr-ness"? I know he's out there. Somewhere...
PLARGH.
- Location:a big pile of shit called work.
- Mood:
discontent - Music:The Beatles - Get Back
Note to self: it has been over 8 hours since my last cigarette. YOU CAN DO IT!
- Location:Work...for now.
- Mood:
cranky - Music:silencia
- Location:work work work.
- Mood:
ecstatic - Music:The Decemberists - When the War Came
Noble!
Anyone else who is computer efficient!
I have an uber predicament in excel. I'm trying to figure out how to do an automatic list numbering in column "a". The number is actually a citation number and basically looks like: Q1234567-8
The Corporal I'm doing this for wants it to count: Q1234567-9, Q1234568-0, Q1234568-1...and so on.
Is this even possible???
I found this formula: =IF(B1<>"",COUNTA($B$1:B1)&".","")
But it's not working the way I want it...
I'm about to pull out my hair.
- Mood:
confused - Music:The Decemberists - Eli, the Barrow Boy
- Location:Right here. Where I always am.
- Music:Typing
I was telling the girls at work about a character that used to be on SNL who only had one leg. She was really white trash ghetto-fied. After I finish telling my story, Alex, my one co-worker, goes: "Maybe she should get a job at IHOP." Everyone starts laughing...
I respond with: "Oh do you have something against IHOP?"
More laughing.
Me: "What am I missing here? I feel so lost right now."
Alex: "I said that she should get a job at I. HOP."
Me: "Oh my god." "I get it."
- Location:In my secret hiding place.
So it's been like 5 days since ANYONE has posted on LJ. What is up with that yo.
I'm finally getting in the "now" with my music selections. Well...as far as getting updated, I'm a little behind. I just got Smashing Pumpkins - Siamese Dream and Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness; and like three of Tori Amos' older stuff. I'm working on Nirvana's entire collection and one of my favorite bands from when I was a teenager - Viva Voce. My iPod is going to AWESOME!
In other good news, I'm so very stoked to say that the Smashing Pumpkins are back together and have a new CD! WOOHOO! That's so exciting.
Not to much is new on the home front. So...yea.
PEACE!
- Location:workidy work.
- Mood:
happy - Music:Today - Smashing Pumpkins
1. Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me.
2. Do a Google Image Search for that word.
3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results.
4. Put this in your own blog so that I can do the same. If you want! Also you don't have to tell me the word BUT IF YOU WANT TO, THAT IS FINE TOO
- Location:Here
- Mood:
content - Music:The Decemberists - The Engine Driver
Who the fuck is she? Why is she continually nay-saying against everything I want to do to better my life and become more independent (aside from the animal thing). It's really getting on my nerves and beginning to make me want to just leave and not look back. *sigh*
There's really nothing else new. I'm still single. Caiti's getting so big. She sings the alphabet song now. Although it just consists of about 15 different versions of the letter "p". It's way to cute.
- Location:a cubicle. with a window.
- Mood:
bouncy - Music:NOTHING
- Location:WORK...GOSH!
- Mood:
bored

It's going to be on one of my feet. The little whispy things that go down to the bottom are going to look toe rings. And the writing is Hebrew for Caitlin Elizabeth and between the two words will be Caiti's birthdate.
I think it's pretty effing spectacular. What do you think? I know it's going to hurt like a S.O.B. but it will look so tremendously awesome when it's all done!!! TEEHEE!
Noble: if you voted this last time AND you voted for Governor Rendell, you get a big thumbs down from me because of this. That thumbs down goes to anyone else in PA who voted for Rendell too. You're all lucky my job is safe.
- Location:work work work
- Mood:
working
And let me just say a hearty fuck you to all the ignorant asshole Pennsylvanians who voted for Governor Ed Rendell. He's an effing douchebag. I warned you all. He doesn't care for the families in this state, or for anything other than fucking Philly for that matter.
Every year, the Governor and the state work together and approve the budget. However, ever year that this assclown has been in office, it's apparently been denied time after time and takes forever to get approved. It was due (according to our State Constitution) on June 30, 2007 for the 07-08 Fiscal year. It is STILL is not approved.
As of this Monday, July 9th, at least 25,000 State employees will be getting furloughed (laid off) until the budget is approved. The last time the furloughs were innacted was in 1991, when they were in effect for 34 days.
Did you know that this tool is wanting to give everyone a "benefit charge" on electric (fucking taxes) that will, for families, equal $5.40 a year; but, for businesses, cost up to $10,000 a year? Fucking rediculous!
"Gov. Rendell said the tax will help pay for itself, generating $1 billion in utility savings by requiring "smart meters" to be installed in homes and business across the state. The meters tell users when it's most and least expensive to use their appliances; reducing usage during peak hours would reduce electricity delivery and acquisition prices."
What? Are you freaking kidding me? Turn your lights off. That's how you save energy. Unplug things when you're not using them. Smart meters. What the Fuck.
So thanks your stupid ass idea Rendell and to your dumb voters, I might not have a job next week. That means ZERO dollars coming in and still the $1086 a month I have to fork out. FUCK YOU.
- Location:Work...for now.
- Mood:
pissed off - Music:Muse - City of Delusion
On a secondary note, Adam and I got back together last Monday. Before you start cheering for me, wait. I already think I have made the wrong decision. *SIGH* I hate dating. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
Nothing else is new. SOMEONE COMMENT ON MY JOURNAL!
- Location:Workin.
- Mood:
aggravated - Music:Tori Amos - Father's Son
OK. I'm almost at the uber pissed point. Zach. My hottie sales guy.
He and I were supposed to go out for dinner on Saturday, the 16th. Well, I never heard from him after the confermation about where we were going and when we were meeting. Later that night, he texts me and says that his sister had overdosed and was in the hospital all evening. Whatever. I gave him the benefit of the doubt because of the fact that had it really been true and I didn't believe him, that would really suck on my behalf. We continued to text throughout the week and I was having some friends over for a midnight swimming party on Friday, the 22nd. He says he wants to go. Friday after work, I check and make sure and then give him directions to my house. At 9pm, I text him to see if he's still coming and he confirmed it. That's the last I hear from him.
Whatever. Eff you buddy. AND the horse you rode in on.
Fast forward to today. I'm sitting at my desk and my purse begins to vibrate. I check and lo and behold! it's a text from Zach. He says (and I quote) "Hey. I been in hospital since 6 on fri. I'm so sorry. i been thinkin of you all weekend."
Aside from the absolute horrible grammar displayed, I sincerely do NOT believe him. If he was in there at 6pm, why the fuck would he tell me at 9pm that he'd be at my house?!?!?!?!?!?!?! Don't fucking lie to my face asshole. If you're a commit-a-phobe, then sell your wares elsewhere. I don't have time for this kind of bullshit anymore. I'm not in high school. I don't want to go back. Take responsibility damnit. If you don't like me - fucking tell me. If you don't feel comfortable enough to hang out yet - TELL ME. Douche bag. Don't make up really lame excuses.
If this wasn't an excuse (which I completely, highly doubt) then this kid has the worst luck EVER.
- Location:work again.
- Mood:
frustrated - Music:Tori Amos - Secret Spell
I'm absolutely speechless that neighbors can be like THIS. I mean really. That's just rediculous.
And Noble, your theory on squirrels may have spread to the rats.
INSANE.
- Location:Cloud 9 (or work...)
- Mood:
weird - Music:The Decemberists - 16 Military Wives
I've decided that, in order to move out of my parents abode, I will need a second job. Not really now, but moreso when I move out. Just a supplemental income to help pay bills so I'm not squeezing myself to thin.
In order to have the second job, I'm going to need childcare for Caitlin. Her daycare is only open until 6pm and they don't want the children there for more 10 hours a day. SO. I asked my mother if/when I do this, if she could possibly available to babysit for 4 hours twice a week. And she says no, she's got to much going on with church. Right. Whatever. This is her schedule: Sunday morning - church until 12; Monday - practice from 7-9pm (she sings at church); Tuesday - some bible study in the morning only; Wednesday - church from 7-9 pm; thursday - saturday - nothing. So now, tell me how, if I get a supremely part-time position (probably only working from 5-9/10 on a tuesday and thursday night), how she can't watch her during that time. Seeing as other than that, she'll never see us. I don't think she wants us to move out. FUCK THAT. I have to get out. I'm sick and fucking tired of feeling I'm 12 years old. AND on top of it, getting ready to discipline or yell at MY child and they get there first. IT'S NOT YOUR JOB. It's my job and damnit I CAN be selfish with this one. I can't afford to move out. But the second job would get me on my feet. Thanks mom for being there when I need you.
- Location:where else would I be at 9:30am??
- Music:The Decemberists - The Island: Come and See/The Landlord's Daughter
So I'm supposed to hang out with Adam tonight. He knows that it's just friends stuff. But I'm hoping it's not going get weird and uncomfy. We'll see.
I'm finding myself still attracted to him, but all the reasons that I broke up with for are still there and uncool. I hate that. I don't want to let myself like do anything with him because that would, in a sense, just be using him to suppress my physical needs of the moment. I hated when guys did that to me, so why should I do it someone else.
ANYWAYS. I want to go for a ride in Pennsylvania State Police helicopter. I think it would be mucho fun and not too scary. I'm working on talking them into giving me a complimentary ride during one of my lunch breaks. We'll see I guess.
There's not a whole lot to report. Caitlin has another ear infection. I've been talking to Zach, the guy that sold me my Saturn. We're trying to set up a time to go out together. He's a hottie. Thus far he seems normal. Good teeth, nice eyes, seems like a nice guy. But we've all seen where that has gotten me in the past. So I'm not going to get my hopes up. I've been talking to Rose about the possibility of getting an apartment together. That could be fun. I'll keep you posted on that situation. I really need to get out of my parents house. There's no room for me to be me. Not to mention the fact that I'm now 26 years old and need that independence. *SIGH*
Peace out to all my peeps.
- Location:a cubicle. with a window.
- Mood:
bouncy - Music:Tori Amos - Big Wheel
- Location:a cubicle. with a window.
- Mood:
sick - Music:Tori Amos - Velvet Revolution
BUT IT'S THE NEW TORI AMOS CD!!!!!!!!!!!
I seriously couldn't be more stoked. I can't wait to blast it on the way home.
WOOHOO!
- Location:Just 10 more minutes
- Mood:
excited - Music:Tori Amos - Yo George



