This is what I pay for?

Hurrah and Hurray and even Callou Callay for there not being a strike. Really and truly. However, that didn't help the fact that this morning I had a true Sliding Doors moment.

I got to the platform just as the train was leaving after being stuck behind a tediously slow stair climber. (I am sympathetic to all afflictions, just please stay to one side so I can RUN AROUND YOU!) Grr. So after a not too long wait in the cold I FINALLY got on a train, got a good standing spot, even managed to sleep a bit while standing and holding on to the pole.

Then we got to Atlantic Avenue.

First I got pushed about like clothes in a washing machine as people tried unsuccessfully to run through me to exit. Then, after waiting for 15 minutes, and the entire train being yelled at constantly to stop blocking doors (which some people do and never believe that its them), the conductor announced the train was being taken out of service. So I had to wait another 10 minutes before I could get ON a train, due to the large amounts of people also waiting to get on and already on the train. I wound up getting to work at 9:30. And I kept thinking to myself, if I had only caught that bloody train, I would have been at work ages ago!

I called my boss from the bridge, and he was totally okay with it, and we joked about mass transit when I got in. Oh, how I love this office. :D But still, very annoyed about that.

Tonight is the christmas party, and I have a whole bag full of clothes, contacts & solution, spackle and cement makeup, sparkly hair gel and hair ornaments to work a miracle make myself look all pretty later. I'm somewhat annoyed at having forgotten my hard shell glasses case, but I could see about getting one at lunchtime.

Mom & Dad are taping Buffy for me, which I will watch when I get home, to hell with how late that may be.

This is what I pay for?

Hurrah and Hurray and even Callou Callay for there not being a strike. Really and truly. However, that didn't help the fact that this morning I had a true Sliding Doors moment.

I got to the platform just as the train was leaving after being stuck behind a tediously slow stair climber. (I am sympathetic to all afflictions, just please stay to one side so I can RUN AROUND YOU!) Grr. So after a not too long wait in the cold I FINALLY got on a train, got a good standing spot, even managed to sleep a bit while standing and holding on to the pole.

Then we got to Atlantic Avenue.

First I got pushed about like clothes in a washing machine as people tried unsuccessfully to run through me to exit. Then, after waiting for 15 minutes, and the entire train being yelled at constantly to stop blocking doors (which some people do and never believe that its them), the conductor announced the train was being taken out of service. So I had to wait another 10 minutes before I could get ON a train, due to the large amounts of people also waiting to get on and already on the train. I wound up getting to work at 9:30. And I kept thinking to myself, if I had only caught that bloody train, I would have been at work ages ago!

I called my boss from the bridge, and he was totally okay with it, and we joked about mass transit when I got in. Oh, how I love this office. :D But still, very annoyed about that.

Tonight is the christmas party, and I have a whole bag full of clothes, contacts & solution, spackle and cement makeup, sparkly hair gel and hair ornaments to work a miracle make myself look all pretty later. I'm somewhat annoyed at having forgotten my hard shell glasses case, but I could see about getting one at lunchtime.

Mom & Dad are taping Buffy for me, which I will watch when I get home, to hell with how late that may be.

Go Team Me!

at the Copa, copacabana...the hottest spot north of...GODDAMNIT!!
>_<

For the love of all that is good and holy, will somebody PLEASE extract Copacabana from my head? PLEASE! While I am excited about this evening's holiday festivities, I am hopeful that next year they choose a venue NOT featured in a damn Barry Manilow song.


Also: Something else for the Go Team Me file: I was making folders for the new contracts we got in today, and put the author's INITIALS on the side, rather than the first two letters of their last name. Because, you know, that would make it SO MUCH EASIER. *smacks forehead*.

Go Team Me!

at the Copa, copacabana...the hottest spot north of...GODDAMNIT!!
>_<

For the love of all that is good and holy, will somebody PLEASE extract Copacabana from my head? PLEASE! While I am excited about this evening's holiday festivities, I am hopeful that next year they choose a venue NOT featured in a damn Barry Manilow song.


Also: Something else for the Go Team Me file: I was making folders for the new contracts we got in today, and put the author's INITIALS on the side, rather than the first two letters of their last name. Because, you know, that would make it SO MUCH EASIER. *smacks forehead*.

"Never a dull moment on this floor."

me: Holy Hopping Christ...the plastic christmas tree next to the fax machine is SINGING
antheia: HOLY god.
me: it has eyes and a mouth. I kid you not.
antheia: that's just...meep.
me: yes. hide under the desk, the apocalypse is coming.

"Never a dull moment on this floor."

me: Holy Hopping Christ...the plastic christmas tree next to the fax machine is SINGING
antheia: HOLY god.
me: it has eyes and a mouth. I kid you not.
antheia: that's just...meep.
me: yes. hide under the desk, the apocalypse is coming.

Merry Spammas

Tell me, how does one resist the urge to frolic? One of my coworkers has this great Christmas cd that sounds like the kind of music that Hobbits listen to at the holidays, and I want to dance about. (and nap. but I think that's unrelated.)

Merry Spammas

Tell me, how does one resist the urge to frolic? One of my coworkers has this great Christmas cd that sounds like the kind of music that Hobbits listen to at the holidays, and I want to dance about. (and nap. but I think that's unrelated.)