| 2 legit. 2 legit 2 quit. |
[Sep. 11th, 2006|11:48 pm] |
so today i experienced another rite of passage. attending my first ever nfl game. go raiders. go silver and black. too bad they got spanked by the chargers. oh well. i went for the free tickets, lux box and open bar anyways. yeyyy for more vendor sponsored events.
i've gotta say, the raider fans are a little bit intimidating. just getting into the friggin parking lot was crazy with folks taking over the roads, tailgates in the middle of the parking lot (where people should be driving), broken bottles everywhere. i definitely didn't feel like i fit in with the wedge shoes and lv purse and lack of weird masks, face paint and raiders bumper sticker. fans are crazy. they were standing up the entire game (well the time i was there which was till the third quarter and we were still down 13-0) which totally reminds me of cal games and the student section. awww memories. go bears. but seriously man. them raider fans are a different breed. lucky we were high up and not all up in the mix.
ooh! so we're waiting in line to get into the suites and guess who we see. mr. hammertime himself. minus the hammer pants. pinstripe suit instead. gotta say it's a much better look. it's funny cuz my coworker saw him, said "do you know who that is?" and i instantly knew. i guess it's one of those faces you don't forget. except it looked like he was trying to sweet talk his way into getting in the coliseum. i was kinda hoping he'd be the halftime show. that would've been so RAD. |
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| friggin pto ruins my life... |
[Sep. 10th, 2006|11:24 pm] |
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so just a thought. who decides how many pto days a company gives its employees every year? and how is it than i only get friggin TEN pto days a year. yes only ten. two weeks. that's bullshit. why the revelation a year and a half into working at the same company? because a buddy who just started working in june has nine pto days this year (for the six months she's been there), total of 17 days a year. also have another friend who gets 25 pto days. twenty-fothermucking-five. FIVE WEEKS OF PAID TIME OFF. how in the heck is that fair to us 10-day loser people?! hella not cool. i'm going to china in about six weeks for a little over a week and i'm pretty much done with all the vacation days i have left this year (the disneyland, boston/nyc ate a couple days up too). so basically they slave drive you for 50 weeks, and oh guess what, we'll let you take ten days off. piece of big poo. so when everyone else gets to go to greece, paris, hong kong, hawaii AND costa rica in one year, i'll be chillin in palo alto working my ass off. and you know what sucks even more? taking days off without pay is so looked down upon. like you're taking seconds before everyone else has gotten a chance to take a bite. note to self: work for a company that gives 25 pto days. |
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| work hard, party harder, throw down with your associates |
[Aug. 27th, 2006|12:56 am] |
now i've always been a fan of a good ol' happy hour after work and gettin to know your coworkers. so it's no surprise that when i went to chicago earlier this week some good fun would be had during a networking happy hour. and the ten hours after happy hour. yeyy for vendor sponsored events.
so it all started around 5pm with about 400 people and some drinks. yey for a glass of wine. hopped on a trolley (yes they apparently have trolleys in chi-town but it's the one that has wheels) to wrigley field. pit stop at a bar, yey corona. head up to our rented out rooftop to watch the cubs/philly game. good food, good company, three more heinies. bottom of the ninth, cubs down 6-5, two outs, runner on first. game over, cubs lose. time to go find a bar. you see how much i cared about the actual game. hop skip jump over to moxie. oh it's about 10pm. tipsy? not at all. 5 chics, 20 doodes, all coworkers, vendors and partners. open bar tab. good music. A+. bartender looks like turtle from entourage. throw in four goose + pine. tell turtle he looks like turtle. he's not sure if he should be flattered. i tell him yes since in real life turtle has a hot gf. turtle pours more goose into my drink. 2am. does the conference start at 8am? hell yes. do we care? neg. time to go dancing. cab ride over to some club that i now don't remember. tipsy? maybe a little. a really little. yey another open bar tab. plus another goose + pine. crazy booty shaking to jt along with eight coworkers/vendors. most are married, some with kids and definitely all about 30. sway sway bump bump shake shake. little thirsty. plus another goose + pine. wobble wobble jiggy jiggy. 3:30. head back to hotel. tipsy? hell yes. bummer the night had to end. still tipsy so couldn't sleep. hit the sack around 4:30.
i swear the best coworker bonding happens when you're all hammered shakin butts to sean paul with drinks in hand. cheers to happy hour! |
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| it's that time of the month... |
[Jul. 29th, 2006|01:47 pm] |
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i've been trying to get out of town more often. i realize that i'm a lot more revived and rejuvenated when i get back and i'm not as angry at work and life. angry joann = not fun joann. given that the moneys not overflowin, gotta go with the lower cost/shorter trips, but i think i'm going to continue this go somewhere once a month thing for as long as the bank account allows. went to nyc in march, vegas in april, napa in may, la/disneyland in june, nyc/boston and la in july and i'm goin to chicago next month. quick weekend trips are rad.
hmm... don't really have much else to udpate for now. i think i need to update more because when i finally decide to write something i don't remember everything that's happened in the past month and it just seems like old news. okay whatever. |
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| friendships/relationships... |
[Jun. 21st, 2006|11:34 pm] |
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in the past couple of weeks, i've come to question friendships and relationships. in general and my own personal situations. f/r are weird. everyone has their definition of what a true f/r means. what sacrifices, commitments and compromises you would go through so your friend or significant other will feel less pain, less anger, less struggle and more comfort and happiness. everyone has different definitions. i've always been told that i'm a people-pleaser. i've always tried to avoid confrontations at any cost. maybe it was the way i was raised by my parents to always give, never ask and other people's happiness is more rewarding than personal happiness. i swear it's some ancient chinese teaching. as long as my friends are happy, i'm happy knowing that. not in any way trying to say that i'm a great friend, but i would do a lot for someone i care about. whether it's driving a couple of hours to meet someone only for 15 minutes, dropping someone off at the airport at 5:30am on a saturday, surprising someone with flowers/candy/etc on any given day or opening up my home for a friend to stay. it's a harsh slap in the face when you realize that your friends wouldn't do the same.
because compromising my comfort, bank account and at times, my sanity is without hesitation in a f/r, it's extremely disappointing when those that you've been there for on countless occassions aren't there for you when you need a helping hand. my mom always says that i'm too generous, that she doesn't understand why i go to great lengths to help my friends. every time she asks, i say "because i know that if i was in the same situation, they'd do the same." and most of them would. they'd be on my doorstep with a bottle of goose and a gallon of ice cream. but some won't. maybe it's because i didn't come straight out and ask. or maybe it takes more for them to do what has become second nature to me. or maybe they just plain don't feel like it. either/or, i'm less of a people-pleaser than i was before.
the biggest contributor to my recent revelation is work. the whole overworked, underpaid thing is a big load of b.s. i've noticed that in the past year or so, and especially in the recent months, i've come to trust and rely on myself a lot more than hoping someone will be there to help. in the end, do they really care if i'm happy? hell no. if they get what they want, they're good to go. i'm using "they" very freely but they basically refers to coworkers, new friends, old friends, boyfriends and all the like. net/net i've reevaluated my f/r and realized that selflessness makes everyone else happy but me. |
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| interesting.. |
[May. 26th, 2006|11:20 am] |
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so i had a dream about anderson cooper last night. you know the reporter guy on cnn. yes. i do think he is quite the handsome man. okay so i think he's hot. yes i do realize he's like 40. but still quite attractive. it wasn't a dirty dream. anyways, i blame it on the fact that i was watching 360* last night. okay the end. |
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| quickie... |
[Apr. 23rd, 2006|11:26 pm] |
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i haven't updated in so long that i'm just going to throw a whole bunch of stuff on here that i've done in the past long time and hope that it covers everything:
1) ulcer still sucks.
2) took an allergy test. more allergic than 80% of anyone who is allergic to anything. all year round.
3) went to nyc for work/fun. hung out with kimmi for the weekend being all food network-y and spent two days at my agency's office.
4) got a new position at work. in the process of hiring my replacement.
5) work is stressful as hell. been doing 60 hours weeks.
6) need a vacation. see #5. tryin to hit up hawaii in early june and boston/nyc early july.
7) goin to vegas next weekend. woo woo (whistle tips style).
8) got a million mri's done. head is clear. yehahhhh.
9) been tryin some new restaurants lately. went to foreign cinema in sf last night. yum. kamakura in alameda. yum. evvia in palo alto. yum.
10) been shopping way too much for my health. looking for a new bag. : )
11) got my tax return back. see #6, #7 and #10.
12) bday in a month. i'm getting old. shit.
13) got my entire group at work hooked on gummi bears. gummi bears are RAD.
14) already have 5000 miles on my car. bah.
15) need to paint my house. need to finish decorating even though we've lived here for 6 months already. need to do a lot of things with the house. |
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| cuz really i have no life... |
[Apr. 3rd, 2006|11:52 pm] |
A few things you probably don't care to know about me...
1. What is your middle name?
ying, after the g-ma.
2. How big is your bed?
not big enough
3. What are you listening to right now?
nothing because limewire "needs more sources"
4. What are the last 4 digits in your cellphone number?
7533
5. What was the last thing you ate?
spaghetti
6. Last person you hugged?
kim kimee
7. How is the weather right now?
rainy!
8. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
madre
9. First thing you notice about the opposite sex?
smile
10. Favorite type of Food?
sushi and sashimi
11. Do you want children?
yes please
12. Do you get high?
on life
13. Ever get so drunk you don't remember the entire night?
negative
14. Hair color?
black
15. Eye color?
brown
16. Do you wear eye contacts?
neg
17. Favorite holiday?
any day off from work
18. Favorite Season?
fall with sun
19. Have you ever cried over a girl/boy?
duh.
29. What books are you reading?
haven't started but next book is "kitchen god's wife" by amy tan
30. Piercings?
ears and cartilidge
31. Favorite Movie(s)?
brown sugar.
32. Favorite college football Team?
go bears!
33. What were you doing before filling this out?
watching food network
34. Any pets?
fish
35. AIM?
all the time
36. Dogs or cats?
dogs but allergic to both.
38. Favorite Flower?
orchid
40. Have you ever been in love?
neg
41. Who would you like to see right now?
nobody
43. Have you ever fired a gun?
duck hunt count?
44. Do you like to travel by plane?
A+ all around
45. Right-handed or Left-handed?
right
46. If you could go to any place right now where would you go?
guam
47. Are you missing someone?
meh
48. Do you want to get married?
want, yes. will, maybe?
49. Do you have a tattoo?
neg
50. Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday mornings?
saturday mornings are for errands and groceries
52. ARE YOU 18?
yikes
53. WHAT IS THE WALLPAPER ON YOUR CELLPHONE?
a pic that kimmi took of some store in some country that says "hu manic" : )
54. DID YOU GET ENOUGH SLEEP LAST NIGHt?
never
55. FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT ABOUT THIS MORNING?
fuck daylight savings
56. WHAT DO YOU HAVE HANDY AT YOUR BEDSIDE?
water, excedrin, tums, ipod, lotion
57. GRILLED OR FRIED?
grilled
59. WHAT MAKES YOU UNIQUE?
i'm obsessed with dr. mario
60. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?
if it involves a scary movie, yes
61. FAVORITE HANGOUT?
my bed
62. 4 THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT?
family, friends, cell phone, computer
63. FIRST THING YOU WOULD BUY IF GIVEN 10 THOUSAND DOLLARS?
trip to guam.
64. FAVORITE SONG?
keith martin - never find someone like you
65. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
failure
66. ARE YOU A GIVER OR TAKER?
giver
67. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?
wayyy too many
68. WHAT IS YOUR DAD'S MIDDLE NAME?
umm...
69. WHATS YOUR MOTHERS MIDDLE NAME?
hmmm...
70. STUCK ON A DESERTED ISLAND & COULD BRING ONE THING?
sun tan lotion
71. FAVORITE T.V. COMMERCIAL?
i have tivo
72. WHO'S YOUR CELL PHONE PROVIDER?
can you hear me now
73. FIRST THING YOU'LL SAVE IN A FIRE?
computer and photo albums
74. Favorite color?
all of the above
75. Birthday?
two months away
76. WHAT DID YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID?
pediatrician and physical therapist. then i had a shitty bio teacher. hello marketing.
77. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY DO WHEN THE CLOCK TURNS 11:11?
you're supposed to make a wish?
78. THE COLOR OF YOUR BEDSHEET?
minty green
79. WHO DO U WANT TO MEET?
oprah
80. WHAT DO U THINK ABOUT BEF0RE Y0U G0 T0 BED?
shit i have hella work to do tomorrow.
annnndddd goodnight. |
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| all i need is one mic |
[Apr. 3rd, 2006|11:45 pm] |
YOU CAN ONLY TYPE ONE WORD, NO EXPLANATIONS.
1. Yourself: determined
2. Your Lover: boris?
3. Your Hair: black
4. Your Mother: awesome
5. Your Father: amazing
6. Your Favorite Item: mario
7. Your Dream Last Night: neg
8. Your Favorite Drink: goose
9. Your Dream Home: view
10. The Room You Are In: messy
11. Your Pet: fish
12. Who You Are Now: working
13. Who You Want to be in Ten years: baller
14. What You Want to be in Ten Years: baller
15. What You're Not: rockstar
16. Your Best Friend: understanding
17. One of Your Wish list Items: vacation
18. Your Gender: fem
19. The Last Thing You Did: gmail
20. What You Are Wearing: clothes
21. Your Favorite Weather: sunny
22. Your Favorite Book: check
23. The Last Thing You Ate: spaghetti
24. Your Life: fulfilling
25. Your Mood: sleepy |
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| high fives all around |
[Mar. 18th, 2006|02:18 pm] |
Five jobs you have had in your life:
1. hewlett packard - direct markeing specialist
2. ryan associates - marketing assistant
3. the daily californian, uc berkeley - production manager, design editor, sports writer, all-around DC bitch
4. graduate school of journalism, uc berkeley - career services assistant
5. gap - cashier specialist
Five movies you would watch over and over:
1. brown sugar
2. brothers
3. finding nemo
4. love actually
5. monsters inc
Five places you have lived:
1. fremont, ca
2. berkeley, ca
3. tamuning, guam
4. majuro, marshall islands
5. taipei, taiwan
Five TV shows you love to watch:
1. greys anatomy
2. the oc
3. nip/tuck
4. iron chef
5. friends
Five places you have been on vacation:
1. hawaii
2. paris
3. bali
4. nyc
5. taiwan
Five websites I visit daily:
1. mail.hp.com
2. calmail
3. google
4. hotmail
5. cnn.com
Five of my favorite foods:
1. hamachi sashimi
2. cheesecake
3. gummi bears
4. rice crackers
5. cupcakes
Five of my favorite places to eat:
1. great china (berkeley, ca)
2. ray's sushi (hayward, ca)
3. cheesecake factory (everywhere)
4. salang (fremont, ca)
5. blowfish (santa clara, ca)
Five of my favorites bars:
1. matrix filmore (sf, ca)
2. v bar (santa clara, ca)
3. nola's (palo alto, ca)
4. albatross (berkeley, ca)
5. cozmo's (sf, ca)
Five of my favorite drinks:
1. grey goose + pineapple juice
2. midori sour
3. long island
4. riesling
5. agua on the rocks with a twist
Five places I would rather be right now:
1. guam
2. hawaii
3. nyc
4. london
5. vegas |
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| right now... |
[Feb. 16th, 2006|11:58 pm] |
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my stomach is burning. yes it officially feels like it is not only on fire but also eating itself, and carving up the lining with a friggin machete. rewind. the story goes like this. i have a stomach ulcer. been having stomach pains for awhile (aka coupla months) and finally went to the doctor. yeah ulcer. basically a hole in my stomach. rad. supposedly it can't be caused by stress but stress adds to it. yeah whatev. anyways, so i'm on these meds that's supposed to help my stomach produce less acid. yey fun. but it gets better. according the doc, no coffee, tea, soda, chocolate or anything with caffeine, no orange juice, pineapple, lemon, or anything acidic, no advil, excedrin, tylenol or any other pain killers, oh yeah, and NO ALCOHOL. bunk monkey. and for some reason my stomach is all kinds of not happy today. i want it to go away so i can go to sleep. girls got work tomorrow man.
work = C.
raise = D-.
ride = A+.
casa = A-.
bank account = F.
friends = A.
stomach = F--.
the end. |
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| done like a haas grad... |
[Feb. 12th, 2006|04:11 pm] |
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[15:09] Me: whajju get?
[15:09] Alex: acura tl
[15:09] Me: NICEEEEE
[15:09] Alex: all black leather moon roof navi system
[15:09] Alex: dvd 6 cd
[15:09] Alex: all pimp i like it
[15:09] Me: it's all about the black on black
[15:10] Alex: for sure
[15:10] Alex: now im looking into my black 20s
[15:10] Alex: complete the car
[15:10] Me: you have 20s on the TL??
[15:11] Alex: 18's but i can get them fitted
[15:12] Me: geebus
[15:12] Me: you're such a BALLER
[15:15] Me: what made you decide to get the tl?
[15:16] Alex: i really like it and wanted it so randomly me and my dad talked on the way home from the driving range and hes all well do you want to go look
[15:16] Alex: im all ok
[15:16] Alex: 2 hours later im rollin
[15:16] Me: shit
[15:16] Me: haha
[15:16] Me: that's so baller
[15:16] Alex: haha yeah it was funny
[15:16] Alex: no but im stoked
[15:16] Me: "lemme pick up a ride on the way home from the driving range"
[15:16] Me: hahaha
[15:17] Me: :-)
[15:17] Alex: hahahaha
[15:17] Alex: wasnt like that i mean yeah i guess so
[15:17] Me: hahah
[15:17] Me: it SOOO was
[15:17] Alex: hahah true
[15:17] Alex: but it was good times
[15:17] Me: that's pimp that they had what you wanted in stock
[15:18] Alex: yeah we pulled up and i saw it and looked in it and im all "yeah they had this here waiting for me"
[15:18] Alex: first one to test drive it
[15:18] Alex: 3 miles on it when i got it
[15:19] Me: DAMN
[15:19] Alex: i was all prefect dont want no sloopy seconds
[15:19] Me: hells yeah
[15:20] Alex: hahaha
[15:31] Alex: im reading my car manual right now
[15:31] Alex: dont know how to use everything
[15:31] Alex: haha sad
[15:31] Alex: oh well
[15:32] Me: so pimp. all the gadgets and gizmos
[15:32] Me: hehe
[15:32] Alex: haha yeah but then you have to learn new stuff
[15:34] Me: learning is fun when it comes with a navi system
[15:35] Alex: haha yeah well i dont mind learning then i know more stuff
[15:56] Alex: ok im gonna go play with it for a bit |
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| and i'm in more debt. |
[Jan. 24th, 2006|11:24 pm] |
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geebus. the sad story of my life that is bills and payments and debt. shit man. all is glitz and glory till you look in my ever dwindling bank account. on another note, too many friggin things happening at the same time. i feel like everything is kicking my ass. you know that shitty feeling of, when is this going to end? it's like you're on i-5 driving in the middle of the night, tired as fuck, driving a hoopty hoop of a crap car, it's raining, storming, hailing and there's a million cars on the road. your defrost doesn't work and you're in the middle of shitty central valley dense fog. that's how i'm feeling. kinda like when the hell am i gonna get home and be able to take a hot shower, wash away the shittyness and just CHILLLL. *sigh* and so it's time to hit the sack and wake up to another day of a long ass drive. |
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| i need to just fucking vent. |
[Jan. 19th, 2006|12:32 am] |
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okay i warn you now. there might be a few "bad" words in this entry. so i just need to vent cuz i had a fucking shitty ass day at work today. why you ask? well well well, because some motherfuckers are stupid asses. seriously man. some people are just so ricockulously dumb that you think there must be something mentally wrong with them. okay so the story goes like this. on our team, there is a contractor. let's call him b or brian. or actually, let's call him brian the 33 year old dumb fuck from san francisco. slander you ask? well you can suck both nuts, lick the crack and eat my poo. okay so this retard of a half man is a contractor. what is a contractor? per webster's dictionary "one that contracts to perform work or provide supplies." essentially, you're not a full time employee because we hire you to be our bitch. aka you don't get any of the benefits a normal FTE gets and we can't tell you everything about the business cuz well, you're a fucking contractor. but that's besides the point. so we hire you to do shit. you have set tasks to do and you just fucking do them. one of these tasks would be actually bringing your happy ass to the office. let me actually preface this real quick. his immediate manager was gone last week for a conference and is gone this week to speak at a conference. his immediate manager is the pimpest shit ever. let's call immediate manager "cool cat."
okay so back to dumbshit. last week, shit hits the fan with one of our ads. think ad on website that gets 12 million impressions a day. big fucking deal. huge. the wooly mammoth of ads. cool cat is gone so brian is his backup. where the fuck is brian? not in the fucking office that's for sure. on im? idle for 20 hours. reachable by cell phone? fucker doesn't answer. does cool cat know where he is? no. does big manager lady know where he is? no. nobody knows where the fuck he is. okayyy... by default i'm cool cat's other backup cuz i used to support him. oohhhkay... i spend four hours getting the shit that hit the fan sorted out, calling everyone and their fucking baby's mama's grandpa's cousin's sister's left toe's belly button's uncle. everything is solved. oh yey, brian decides to fucking call me back AFTER everythings done and a million years later. what was his reasoning for not being at the office? "oh i didn't get much work done yesterday in the office and i really need to get a few things done so i decided to not come in today and work elsewhere." fucking skank whore motherfucker dickless asshole shiteating cocksucking POOO! fine whatever bitch.
so, shit hits the fan again yesterday. not as high/big of a fan but still enough to drop what you're doing to fix it. is he in the office yesterday? big fucking negative. on im? not at all. so i call the fucker. tell him to fix it. oh yes, but he doesn't have anyone's contact info from our vendor because why? he's a contractor so he doesn't have remote access, aka access to our servers, outlook, and every other fucking thing you need to actually work in today's world. fine bitch, i'll get you your numbers and emails. do whatever the fuck you need to do to fix it. and fix it fast bitch.
this morning, get in and there's an email that the problem was never fixed. an hour later, he responds with, i'm still getting ahold of people. HOMIE, i gave you two email addresses, two work numbers, and a cell phone number. in today's day and age, you can find people all the fucking time. okay fine whatever i'm not gonna deal with him. it's on his ass to fix and the fact that it's still not fixed is his fucking fault. and then homie ims me. "hey joann, if anyone is looking for me, i'm working from home today." what the FUCK man. few things wrong with this statement:
a) you need to tell cool cat, not me
b) you need to tell big manager lady, not me
c) what the fuck do i look like, your fucking secretary?
okay, so then he asks me about where everyone in the office is. if you got your fucking ass IN the office you would know. "where's cool cat?" "not here" "is he coming back this afternoon?" "i don't know his schedule." "i haven't fixed the problem from yesterday yet because blah blah blah. can you send me this document i need because i don't have access to the share drive cuz i'm working from home." AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH. why the fuck do you, as a motherfucking contractor, get to work from home and make other people send you shit so you can work at home. nice try fucker. doesn't fly with me. need that doc? awww, too bad, should've thought of that when you decided to park your happy ass at home.
i hate you you stupid fuck. i'm gonna punch you in your face and make you eat my poo. oh yeah, and i'm going to find a way to get your dumb ass FIRED.
did i mention: he puts his whole entire hand on you to get your attention, touched me in the small of my back in passing, reads other people's documents that are printed out at the printers, snoops around in other people's cubes, interrupts everyone whenever he needs to talk to someone even if we're in an important meeting, expects you to drop everything you're doing to tend to his requests, and oh yeah, in his email signature, he calls himself a "friend, lover, countryman." WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!?!?!?!
i'm done with him. FUCK YOU.
aaaahhhh... that makes me feel a little better after a 13 hour work day. |
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| three day weekends are rad. |
[Jan. 16th, 2006|05:21 pm] |
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mainly because you can sit around on your butt for an entire day (and when i say sit around on your butt i mean wake up at noon, watch tv, fall asleep for a three hour nap, play two hours of dr. mario, watch four hours of tivo-ed shows, surf the net and play online sudoku for three more hours, read two magazines, sit around on your butt) and still have two days to be productive. i blame it on the crappy rainy weather that was saturday. i absolutely love it. i needed it man. refer to previous entry about the week that was elephant balls.
i've been sleeping in till 11AM which i really haven't done much of since college and it has been confusing my body. i still wake up at around 8 but then i tell myself, yo homie you don't have to go to work today, so i flip over and go back to sleep. but i swear in those three extra hours of sleep that i normally would not have gotten, my brain is on overdrive and thinks that it should be doing some kind of thinking so then i have the most cracked out dreams in those three hours. case and point, this morning. i dreamt that i was in a war battle fight till you die or someone's head falls off beat you down kick your ass brad pitt ed norton fight club in the parking lot blood sweat and tears BRAWL with one of my friends. i'm not gonna name names or else y'all are gonna think i'm gonna come after you, but yeah... it was a little disturbing. and the only reason why i didn't finish kicking the shit out of her (yes it's a her) is cuz my cell phone rang.
so then i decide that mister google must know something about fights and battles in dreams. so i end up on this site and i type in "fight". this is what comes up:
"To dream that you participate in a fight, indicates inner turmoil. Some aspect of yourself is in conflict with another aspect of yourself. Perhaps an unresolved or unacknowledged part is fighting for its right to be heard. It may also parallel a fight or struggle that you are going through in your waking life.
To dream that you are fighting to the death, indicates that you are unwilling to acknowledge a waking conflict or your own inner turmoil. You are unwilling and refusing to change your old attitudes and habits."
okay so basically i don't want to change something. great. insightful. cuz i have no idea what the heck that is. left feeling unsatisfied and with more confusion and questions that before, i look up "battle" and this is what shows up:
"To be in or see a battle in your dream, suggests that you are overworked. You need to give yourself a break. There is a conflict between your rational thinking and your irrational impulses. Alternatively, it represents eroticism. You may be overly stimulated or you are trying to suppress your instinctual urges."
my hypothesis? i'm full of inner turmoil of what i couldn't tell ya. i don't want to change an old attitude because i guess i don't know what that attitude is. i'm overworked and need a vacation. and i'm in need of some lovin.
my conclusion? dream decoders suck mad hippo dongs. |
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| bunk monkey. |
[Jan. 13th, 2006|12:07 am] |
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i got home from work at 11:15pm. that is not okay. when has it become okay for a 22 year old person working in marketing off all professions to work 14 hours a day and over 60 hours a week. i'm not okay with this. bunk monkey. i've been ridiculously aggro lately. i think it's the stress from work. lots of things have been pissing me off at work lately which is not a good sign considering i've been there less than a year. 11 months today actually. people are trying to pawn shit off on me. and other bitches leave at 3pm. what the heck is that all about. i've essentially worked an entire 9 hour day on top of annoying people that only pretend to work. i think i'd be more okay with it if everyone was there late. like all y'all i-banking and consulting folk. but when you end up staying later than the vacuuming janitors, there's a problem. okay i'm effing tired as all hell. good night. |
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| elephant balls and baboon stool. |
[Jan. 8th, 2006|09:19 pm] |
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per my previous entry, this is my attempt at keeping up with those pesky lil resolutions. and because simi and brett need some entertaining stories to read during work. so i'm doing my friend duties as helping them look like they're actually working when they're actually reading some lame story about me.
side note. this stupid fothermucker keeps calling me and clearly, i am not any kind of kristen. wrong number biatch! so 510-893-0170, STOP CALLING ME! : ) wow i feel like i just tagged in a men's bathroom wall or something. for a good time, call 510-893-0170. muahahaha. that'll teach that little ho to stop calling and wasting my gawd-dam peak minutes. end side note.
okay so back to updating of my life. umm... this past week at work sucked some mad elephant balls. i swear i thought work stress and crazyness would end once the holidays were over but big fat negative. projects on projects and deadlines on deadlines. BAH! and i have some problem that i keep taking things on. hi my name is joann and i'm a workaholic. that raise better be worth it. oh yeah! so i got a raise. : ) or i'm getting a raise actually. i've been told that it's gonna happen but not how much. i find out within the next coupla weeks. oh gosh, my first actual real raise of my professional career. hopefully the beginning of a buttload more. because i need me some dolla dolla bills y'all. i gots me some bills to pay and some shoes to buy! actually, shoes and purses to buy.
aside from the elephant balls that was work, weekend was chill. went to dinner with ms. s.louie and ms. wiseman on fri night in the marina. restaurant was called "home" and was pretty good. got out and it was friggin raining. bar hopped a little bit. ran into some sk alums. bar hopped a little more in the rain. annddd went home. of course like a grandma, i was coughing up a storm the next morning. my body doesn't like late nights and walking in the rain no mo. pretty soon i'll be wearing depends. geebus. saturday day was mainly spent in bed reading/tv-ing/online-ing. saw munich with the kimmi. joann and kimmi give it two thumbs up. hung out with ginder later that night with some quality snes playing. i kicked his ASS in dr. mario. (sorry bud, i know you said it doesn't leave the room but too bad sucka) though, i did get my ass handed to me on a silver platter in super street fighter. but i did e-honda his ass with the crazy arm. speaking of which, i do think that ryu would be rather attractive if he was a real man. i'd do him. and sagat too. he's all tall and you know what that means. it means he can kick everyone's ass. wait, sagat doesn't have an eye patch right? i hope not. but back to ryu. why is it that ryu and ken are the same? same moves, same fit, pretty much same everything. it's like cars. japan vs. usa all the effin time. but japan always wins. and i'm not just saying that cuz i like sushi. i say it because ryu's hot. : )
okay enough bull shitting. screw bull shit. i'm gonna come up with a new way of conveying b.s. i'm gonna call it... drumroll please... baboon stool-ing. see still the same acronym and everything. gawd i'm a genius! okay have to go fold laundry. |
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| 2006 resolution #1: update lj more |
[Jan. 2nd, 2006|05:31 pm] |
so i realized that in 2005, i updated my lj quite a few times, but the percentage of actual "this is my life and this is what i've been up to" entries is not very high. so i figure i'll update this bad boy a few more times this year. not rev run style every morning with some motivational speech, but more updates about the ins and outs of what i've been up to. to lead off, i spent the past coupla days in "the always sunny but not when i'm actually down there" so cal. rang in the new year very low-key with some good people, martinelli's and cotton candy. the drive back home was not so fun though. think pouring rain, little bit of traffic, intense dense fog, not to mention a defrost that didn't work so well so we basically sat in freezing ac the whole way up. oh yeah and it was during the night. scaarrrryyy.
since i got home, i've been pretty much doing a whole lotta nada. slept for 12 hours last night. A+. been reading oprah's book club "a million pieces" and it's actually really friggin good. it makes me think. makes me think about how good i have it. how lucky i am. how there's a reason for the whole "just say no" to drugs campaigns. how important strong morals, values and beliefs are. makes me realize that my parents taught me well. my friends parents taught them well. and i've never felt the need to drink heavily or to try/do drugs. and that even though i've been offered, questioned, and encouraged to use numerous times, that i'm glad i didn't. and don't get me wrong. i'm not hating on anyone who uses and/or drinks because i know a number of good friends that do. so really, i'm not gonna preach to you and say shame on you. we all make our own decisions. just saying that it makes me think.
on that note, i'm gonna go chore some more and continue reading. |
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| how i miss the good ol days... |
[Dec. 28th, 2005|01:25 am] |
Man, you know you're from Guam when...
You say "who's own is that?" instead of "who owns that" or "who's is that?" when you're talking and you think its proper ENGLISH.
Every time you stop by KFC you look for red rice on the menu.
Most of the pictures you have with your friends one person in the picture is throwing up the "HANG LOOSE"
There's a jungle less than a mile away from your house!
You play basketball with your slippers on
Your best friend brags about how good your KELEGUEN is.
You're done clubbing, your favorite restaurant to hit is "KINGS".
You and your friends stand up when you don't recognize a car.
A "POLICE OFFICER" pulls you over and its your friend’s "BROTHER" and they let u go.
You go to McDonalds and ask for the spam breakfast...
You know what a TAOTAOMONA' and the WHITE LADY is.
You can fit all your friends on back of the pick-up truck used to carpool.
You know them popular Trukese guys named Jay1 and his brother Jay 2.
You're about to get into a fight when someone says..."I'll deck you!” “I'll FOKAI you!!"
You got a bunch of stray dogs or mutts (boonie dogs) sitting at your house and you name them Brownie, Whitey, and Blackie
You know about chicken adobo being sold at KFC.
You go to the drag races at Two Lovers Point
You tell someone to “On the light" or "Off the light” or “On the AIRCON”
You use little landmarks instead of road signs to give directions to friend so he can find your house. For example : “YOU KNOW THAT PLACE BY CHODE'S MART? YOU TAKE THE LEFT THEN GO RIGHT THEN SEE THE HOUSE WITH THE BIG TRUCK... PASS THE TWO LITTLE COCONUT TREES... GO RIGHT THEN MY HOUSE IS GREEN." and there are so many green houses...
You go to a fiesta and you see people you don't even know.
They always play the cha-cha slide.
You say "Aye bro how’s sit?" (how is it)
Your little sister hangs out with all the people you went to high school with.
You move to the states and you go to the store and you get pissed that there aren’t any black tea/Kingcar or even those pickled things.. (daigo, mango...)
You have a BBQ in the states and all the Guam people are hanging outside and the people that aren’t from Guam freak out because everybody’s hanging out outside and not inside. Or When you call private parts "susu" and "be’be" and "fafa"
You use your outside kitchen more than you use your inside one.
You find someone thats from guam on Myspace you add them just because they are from Guam .
Zorries are always stuck on the roof, and you say dude in every sentence.
You lose at a game and say “NO MORE CHANCE”
And most importantly... you know you're from Guam when you eat a full plate of food and drink Diet Pepsi. |
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