Not blog related

June 30, 2008

Rugs I like:

Recife RugRecife Rug from Bellacor

Paisley rug from Urban Outfitters

Seriously?

June 26, 2008

So this man comes into work and my coworker and I are both being quiet since we are, I don’t know,  WORKING?  He has to comment on how quiet it is and how do we not fall asleep.  Well, let’s see, we are not toddlers, with naptime, and I think we occupy ourselves with, oh – WORK!

Why do people need to interrupt our quiet with commentary on it?

I am so sick of work.

June 20, 2008

It’s not so much the work but the people I have to deal with. I can’t even get into it. I am ready to quit.

Dear Co-irker.

June 19, 2008

I’m glad you feel like you’re getting paid to take care of personal phone calls and schedule your social life at work.

Pensions are not funny…

June 18, 2008

Why is it when I’m not all smiley and giggling at unfunny things at work, I’m automatically assumed to be in a bad mood?

I’m working on the city budget.  I’m reading an email about pension plans from an article in Forbes.  Uh, that’s not a comedy…

Plus, you’re not funny.  And I don’t like you all that much.  And I’m TRYING TO DO MY WORK!  Isn’t that why I’m here wasting my day away?

Vomit, coffee, and a bump on the head

June 17, 2008

This morning:

1. My Great Dane vomited on the carpet.  The carpet is getting pulled up in a week or so, but yeah, that’s not fun to clean first thing in the morning.

2. I made great coffee this morning.  Then some asshole had to almost cause a wreck getting on the freeway, and there it went.  Yay.

3. Putting my lunch in the fridge…I hadn’t been able to finish my coffee in the car…so I am half asleep…bumped my head on the fridge.

I’m off to a great start.

Martha Stewart & Victoria’s Secret

June 17, 2008

A few weeks ago, I sent back some stuff to VS.  Yesterday I got a package in the mail from VS…containing a bone folder (craft tool).  Yes, I sent it with lingerie.  I am a dork.

Dear Co-Irker (yes, again)

June 16, 2008

I will be spending the rest of my afternoon scheming for a way to get rid of those shoes you are wearing.  They make a clickety-clack noise that annoys the heck out of me when you walk.  You are not a horse, you shouldn’t sound like your horseshoes are loose.

I am Klutzy with a capital K.

June 10, 2008

In the past week, I have collected a huge yellow, purple, and red bruise on my left leg, another bruise on my left shin, a scrape on my right thigh, and just now hit the top of my right hand twice in two seconds on my desk drawer.

Add that to the lovely peeling skin I have on both sides of my face, and I am one attractive Klutz!

Just exasperated.

June 9, 2008

He threw out the ripe, almost rotten bananas that I had in the fridge. Yes, I know they were brown. They are SUPPOSED to be brown. Brown, ugly, squishy bananas make the best muffins.

So now there are no muffins. They were going to have chocolate chips in them too, and be soooo good.

However, I discovered that a toasted hamburger bun, cream cheese, cinnamon sugar, and raisins mimic a bagel & cream cheese pretty well. I guess that’s the poor girl’s bagel.

So Ashley, if I can’t have my separate homes, I think married couples should at least have separate refrigerators. (Good news: my parents are giving us theirs. So we will have two, and I think I am going to put this on mine: