65 and sunny

March 16th, 2003, 2:34 PM by Goddess

Beautiful day. Loaded up on painkillers, grabbed hotcakes and coffee from Mickey D’s and went to a playground this morning for breakfast in the sun. Jumped on the swingset awhile later and swung till I got dizzy and tired. Called Mom and finished my coffee while we talked. Drove around for awhile — ended up store-hopping on Richmond Highway and finally landed here at the Veggie Patch to knock out some major work before tomorrow (which I expect to be pure chaos, at best).

I am torn about having to move into the office next door, which comes with the promotion. I love what I’ve done with my existing sacred lil space and will stay here as long as I can. I have too much else to worry about right now.

My friend Susan is giving birth tomorrow! Everyone wait patiently till Chloe Renee comes kicking and screaming into the world, our new little St. Patrick’s princess!!! I will get photos and post them as soon as humanly possible. πŸ™‚

Update

Drug date! Susan’s set for noon tomorrow for the delivery. I shall take a Percocet in her honor, as she will be taking one at the same time. πŸ™‚ I can’t be there, but I will be high for her. Hey, what are friends for? *wink*



Could be the Percocet …

March 16th, 2003, 1:30 AM by Goddess

… but Bob and Tom‘s musical ode to tight pants with the Camel Toe Song had me in hysterics! You MUST check this one out!

Can’t get enough? Then visit the official Camel Toe site!



Invincible

March 15th, 2003, 4:09 PM by Goddess

Yesterday, Mom tried to tell me that I have to realize that I am not invincible, but damn it, she’s wrong. πŸ™‚ Amid yesterday’s bloodletting at the dentist (god damn! I could fill the Blood Bank by myself!), I got my nails done, went to four fucking pharmacies till I could get my Percocet prescription filled (and then, it was only a generic), got my car washed, vacuumed it and went shopping. πŸ™‚

Just found out that my bank balance is a negative $150. Woops. Why can’t I balance a checkbook to save my life? Too bad payday isn’t for another week! Perhaps I will see what the credit card balances are so that I can make sure Maddie has enough to eat till I get back into town on the 26th.

Got a nice congratulatory call from Shan’s dad whilst I was under the knife yesterday. A promotion’s a promotion, I guess, even if it doesn’t change the fact that I work for the cruise directors at Club Medicated. But that doesn’t mean I have to stay there forever … just till I get back on my feet financially (which could very well take an eternity, but still it beats moving back to Pittsburgh, where life is more afforable — I’m just not done getting my adventures outta my system yet). I have a lot of things I want/need to do this summer, so I might as well be lost among the vegetation at work while I’m having a chaotic existence outside of work.

Damn it, my meds wore off, only I want to go out and enjoy this beautiful afternoon — the car’s sparkling clean and wants to show herself off!



Executive Summary

March 14th, 2003, 1:04 PM by Goddess

1. Negotiated the salary up $2k — still way below industry standards, though. Am able, however, to hire immediately and have been budgeted for additional training, so that’s a plus. Asked for shortened workweeks or at least one Friday off a month, but no. Good news is, I showed that I am a force to be reckoned with, and that I play hardball when it matters to me. The salary negotiation ensures that I keep receiving the same paycheck that I’ve been getting since January. And it will look good on a resume to make, ultimately, a $12K jump within six months.

2. Got a new cell phone plan so I can have more minutes of flappin’ my yapper.

3. Scheduling a trip to the homeland in the very near future — my vacation time was just approved. w00t!

4. About to have two wisdom teeth yanked. Hope I’ll feel well enough to keep my nail appointment!

5. Need to go eat my last supper until my damn mouth heals from tonight’s dental drama. Later gators!



Long day ahead

March 14th, 2003, 7:15 AM by Goddess

1. Must interview with Demure to tell her why I can’t work for her proposed salary.

2. Must deal with whatever happens next, which could be that she rescinds the offer, but that’s a chance I am going to take.

3. Have dental appointment — two wisdom tooth extractions and a crown on a neighboring tooth.

4. Nail appointment following dental disaster — at least I get to sit in a chair and be doted on, after having my mouth held open and cattle prodded for two hours.

5. Oh, yeah — the paper’s due, too!



Friday Five

March 14th, 2003, 7:09 AM by Goddess

1. Do you like talking on the phone? Why or why not?

I hate when the phone rings, because it’s usually a creditor, but when it’s a friend, I love it to death. Especially now that I am 250 miles away from a lot of the people with whom I used to spend every day of my life, their voices always sound so comforting and familiar.

As far as work, again, every time the phone rings, it’s somebody wanting me to do something for them, which means more work. Yippee. But then again, I’d rather just get the conversation overwith live and in person, because people call back immediately after leaving a message, just to see if I got the message as well as to find out when I’m working on it. And also with doing interviews over the phone, while I do doing e-mail interviews, phoners are easier because I have the information already in my head and can map out the future story much better, because I hate reading boring stuff and trying to re-arrange it.

2. Who is the last person you talked to on the phone?

Shannon and Mom, of course, and daily, at least. But then I got a curveball earlier this week when I heard from a very dear old friend, whose voice I always enjoyed, so that was memorable enough to mention. πŸ™‚

3. About how many telephones do you have at home?

None. Just the cell now.

4. Have you encountered anyone who has really bad phone manners? What happened?

When I supervised the little illiterate, known as Incoherent Twit, at my last job, we had to meet to discuss her phone demeanor. She would crack gum in your ear, lose her train of thought, change the subject to tell me whatever she just saw in the Spiegel catalog, and use bad grammar. She would also set appointments to meet people, just to get them off the phone, and never write it down, so those people would hunt me down, looking for her at their assigned meeting time, only she was nowhere to be found.

Then, just in general with others, there are the assholes who cough or sneeze into the phone — it’s as disgusting having them doing it in your face. It only takes a half second to cover the receiver or their mouths, or even to pull the receiver away from their mucous-filled faces for a moment, but many people just don’t consider that you don’t want your eardrums blown out.

5. Would you rather pick up the phone and call someone or write them an e-mail or a letter? Why or why not?

Depends on the person. With creditors, I send letters. With family, I call because they don’t have e-mail, and there are some days when I wish I could simply drop a two-line note instead of having to wait for the answering machine to pick up and then talk till somebody in the house picks up the phone. With e-mail, at least we can all write at the moment a thought occurs to us, but with the phone, we can riff off of each other and share the moment — I always tend to remember my live conversations much more fondly than those over e-mail or instant messenger — people type only what they want you to know — but their voices can’t hide much of anything.



‘Tastes so good, make a grown man cry — sweet Cherry Pie. …’

March 12th, 2003, 9:13 PM by Goddess
cherry pie

Your pussy is SWEET AS CHERRY PIE, WILD AS FRIDAY NIGHT.

Just like the Sade song says.

That’s because you have a streak in you, Girl, and it cannot be denied.

You really know how to have a good time, but you wouldn’t know it from your sweet exterior.

Not only do you like to be the center of attention…

But you also like your pussy to be the center of attention.

And it usually is because men know prime pussy when they see it.

Or feel it. Or taste it. Or bang it.

Is *Your* Pussy Sweet or Sour?

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Conundrum

March 12th, 2003, 6:46 PM by Goddess

So I have officially been extended an offer to become the official editor of the Veggie Patch Gazette.

The salary will be waaaayyy lower than industry standards. I looked at Demure and asked why they chose to arrive at that number. She said it’s due to budgetary constraints.

I said, well, let me sleep on it. She looked like she was going to shit a brick, that I wasn’t catapulting myself around in joyous epileptic fits.

After I interviewed with Kumquat today, I knew he wanted me to ascend. I wasn’t impressed with the other two candidates that Demure asked me to interview, and even Kumquat told me that he was puzzling over why in the world she would subject me to that. I don’t think he was overly impressed with the others, either. I don’t think Demure wanted me, but in the throes of budget crises, she realized I’d be the cheapest labor.

Offering to hire me was on its way to being the first vote of confidence they gave me, but then Demure told me I can’t hire a staff writer till next fiscal year. ?!?! Does she NOT understand how BURNED OUT I am? And the salary she proposed would be $2K LESS than I am making with a bonus.

Sure, it would look great on a resume, but I have goals, and the proposed salary won’t help me to achieve them. Not that my *usual* salary was doing any wonders for my bank account and debts, though. πŸ™

I need to figure out how to negotiate this salary tomorrow. Any advice?



Priceless

March 11th, 2003, 10:44 PM by Goddess

Shan and I went to Landmark Mall tonight for amusement purposes. But we had somewhat of a Mastercard-esque commerical moment when we were walking past a pastry shop to go into Sears.

There were these two nice-looking guys to our right as we were heading to Sears, and the pastry shop was on the left. Just as one of the guys said, “Well hello ladies,” Shan starts pointing at a pastry and going, “Oh God that looks good!” and meanwhile, I was trying to covertly scratch my ass. Heh. You had to be there to fully appreciate it, but yes, we were being admired as we were acting like our usual dipshit selves. πŸ˜‰ Priceless!



Well now

March 11th, 2003, 9:39 PM by Goddess

Received a most unexpected phone call from Brat today — wasn’t I just thinking about him? Wow. Strange in a definitely good way. Missed his voice. Loved catching up and trading barbs. I zinged him pretty well before the conversation ended, so I’m feeling rather triumphant. πŸ˜‰ Might have to look him up next time I’m back in the ‘Burgh.

And Susan, thanks for telling him I’m moving back! πŸ™‚ I just might have to punish you with a surprise visit or somethin’ in the very near future. …