Read it and weep. 🙂 Courtesy of a colleague who didn’t realize the irony.

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Read it and weep. 🙂 Courtesy of a colleague who didn’t realize the irony.

Listened to Tatu’s CD on the way to work. Kept listening as I sat in my car and wished that I had a different life. 🙂 I know y’all have seen their video a dozen times by now, but go check it out again. But have a change of underwear handy, OK? 😉
As an aside, I noticed that I’m not the only one who sits in my car and dreads the dawning of a new workday. As I sipped my coffee, smoked my cigarette and belted out the lyrics to “All the Things She Said,” I noticed a handful of others, slumped in their driver’s seats, looking like they were about to face the prison warden.
Shan and I still maintain that March is our month for ridding ourselves of the things that cause us stress and negativity in our lives. We’ve been kicking ass on our business stuff, and things are shaping up nicely. Time to stop pretending that things are OK and actually make them better than OK. Time to stop shoveling sand against the tide — time to jump on the wave and ride that bad boy up the Beltway! 😉
Update
Do NOT buy the aforementioned CD!!! Good lord, if I wanted to hear screeching lesbians, I’d bust out my old Lilith Fair CDs. Sheesh.
1. Stressed at work (whatta shocker)
2. Made it to Round 2 of interviews at Veggie Patch
3. Will interview my competition this week (?) to tell them why they don’t want the job
4. Will do my last interview after #3 is complete
5. Listening to k.d. lang’s “Invincible Summer” album all day did no good in alleviating emotional hangover caused by previous entry (and the perfume never did wear off — damn it)
6. Bought Tatu’s CD for $9 (a steal!) … and it has their video on it as well ::drool::
7. Am half-step away from going postal and ripping someone a new one with my teeth — doesn’t matter who, just the next person who irritates me
8. Had a Shamrock Shake for dinner — woo hoo!!!
9. Business ideas are a-bloomin’ from above and below the Mason-Dixon line — and maybe one of the businesses will be based in New Orleans, if I play my cards right!
10. As far as I’m told, the decision of whom to hire at the Veggie Patch will occur before we all leave for Anaheim next week, and whomever is hired won’t start till mid- to late-April. Crud muffins. At least that means I get two more bonus checks, at any rate.
11. I applied for another job, only to get an e-mail today to say that the position was just filled, and thanks for playing, but do not pass go. It’s all good — it just wasn’t meant to be. Likewise, with the Veggie Patch, if I’m not meant to be promoted to the job I’m already doing, so be it. I went apeshit today because of raging incompetence from my peers that almost cost me my ass. If I don’t officially get the promotion, it means that better things are ahead for me, only elsewhere.
12. I’m VERY impressed with the scores of those who have taken my quiz so far!!! Now, who gets to score with me? 😉
Today I wore my warm vanilla sugar body spray, the stuff I haven’t touched since I was in South Carolina, circa October 2001. My head is full of memories and my heart is full of sadness. For reasons best left unexplained, it wasn’t the dream vacation I’d been hoping it would be, but I will never forget the pier, the sand, the moonlight and the salty air; the open-air bars with malfunctioning air conditioning; the hot sun beaming down on the courtyard at the convention center; … and the feeling of being so close yet so far away from someone I had grown to adore and maybe even love.
Funny how I don’t think about him much anymore, yet today, a mere scent can rip me backward and force me to remember what I’ve tried valiantly to forget. I wonder if he ever regrets how things happened — I wonder if he knows that he was 50 percent of the reason that I left Pittsburgh. I wonder if he ever stops to wonder how good things could have been and how lucky he really was. We may never know, but I do know that I stopped wearing this scent for a reason. 🙂
Enough of MY quiz results … take my “Cocktails and Cockpits” quiz and and see how well you know me!
For those with scores above average — if you haven’t yet ridden the Beltway, get in line and take your turn! Damn it! 😉
10 minutes ago, he saw me
He looked up when I walked through the door
My head started reeling, he gave me the feeling
The room had no ceiling or floor. …
You’re not sure why, but the idea of being a servant (or owning one) turns you on:
Nothing like French maids, English butlers, and German discipline!
Who cares whether ’tis better to serve or be served?
Either way you can’t wait to get down and wear the wax off that kitchen floor.
Don’t worry though, the clean freak in you will start scrubbing immediately afterwards.
Once a germophobe, always a germophobe.
Rejected headline: ‘Theater of Pain’
Left dentist’s office after two solid hours in absolute tears. Not that the procedure hurt all that much, but when I found out all the out-of-pocket expenses will be in the several-hundred-dollar range for just this month’s work. I cried for a solid hour. It’s bad enough that my job pays me shit and that I worked till 9:30 last night because they won’t hire anyone to help me until late April. It’s bad enough that no matter how hard I work at this job, I will never earn enough money to afford to pay my rent, car and student loan without having to juggle other expenses such as utilities and necessitites. Then, throw on top of it all the dental work I need … and my plan covers 50 percent of the work (and then there was a charge for $475 today that insurance won’t cover at all).
Well, my novocaine just wore off. I need to into hiding for awhile. I just came into work to catch up, but I think I’m going to take my raccoon eyes home and just hope to feel better. Damn it all to hell.
Update
Tooth. Hurts. Like. Hell. I have some Vicodin left over from the last time I had a root canal done on that tooth, thankfully. (Today’s dentist ripped out the old packing, re-packed it, built it up so that it would support a crown, and is having me return on Friday to not only put the crown on it, but to extract the neighboring wisdom teeth, as they are putting undue pressure on my back teeth).
After bursting into tears at the dentist’s office, they agreed to charge me in installments for this month’s dental business — right now the conservative estimate is $500 but could go as high as $1,000, depending on the insurance company. I told the receptionist that I’d fare better if I quit my job, got on welfare and got a Medicaid card, rather than working for a living and suffering through bad wages and an even worse health plan.
My temporary raise at work is drawing to an end, and Shan had advised me to do something significant with the money (she had wanted me to purchase a new computer with it). Seems the significant purchase is saving my teeth, which is obviously more sensical than getting a computer. But what compounded my hysterial today was that I was just turned down for a computer loan — seems they’re not impressed that I defaulted on my college loan. 🙂 Wonder why that would bother them? 😉
Found a job I want to apply for. I made it through the interviews at work and am going into the second round on Wednesday. I also get to interview the other two candidates (!). It’s odd that I get to see not only the competition, but also their resumes and what not. This should be interesting. The other job I want to apply for pays $20K more than I’m making now. If by some grace of god I get the job at the Veggie Patch, I plan to use the other job prospect as leverage. Wish me luck on the other one — I think quite honestly that I’d like it better. And damn it, I hope their dental plan is better!
Found myself missing him today.

If it weren’t for your maturity none of this would have happened
If you weren’t so wise beyond your years I would’ve been able to control myself
If it weren’t for my attention you wouldn’t have been successful and
If it weren’t for me you would never have amounted to very much
Ooh this could be messy
But you don’t seem to mind
Ooh don’t go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime
We’ll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you’ve washed your hands clean of this
You’re essentially an employee and I like you having to depend on me
You’re kind of my protege and one day you’ll say you learned all you know from me
I know you depend on me like a young thing would to a guardian
I know you sexualize me like a young thing would and I think I like it
Ooh this could get messy
But you don’t seem to mind
Ooh don’t go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime
We’ll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you’ve washed your hands clean of this
what part of our history’s reinvented and under rug swept?
what part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?
what with this distance it seems so obvious?
Just make sure you don’t tell on me especially to members of your family
We best keep this to ourselves and not tell any members of our inner posse
I wish I could tell the world cuz you’re such a pretty thing when you’re done up properly
I might want to marry you one day if you watch that weight and keep your firm body
Ooh this could be messy and
Ooh I don’t seem to mind
Ooh don’t go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime
We’re about to go to war, and I’m about to hop a plane to go across the country. Here’s to hoping that no turban-types are going to try to hijack planes again. < / panic attack >

Too bad I’ll be chained to the Anaheim convention center all day and won’t be doing anything touristy. 🙁
1. What was the last song you heard?
Matchbox Twenty, “Bed of Lies”
2. What were the last two movies you saw?
In theaters: “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days,” “Daredevil”
At home: “Unfaithful” and “Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood”
3. What were the last three things you purchased?
A pack of cigarettes, some Arizona iced tea, and a sandwich at Subway
4. What four things do you need to do this weekend?
Hug the cat, turn on the oven, seal the exits and light a match. …
5. Who are the last five people you talked to?
My Hero (former boss), CR (former colleague/muse), Susan, my mom, Shan.