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wThursday, July 31, 2003 | |
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I love thesurrealist.co.uk People are really starting to enjoy my new away messages: The official tally stands as follows: Telemarketers: 8 Grandma: 6 Parents: 5 Hang-ups: 14 (As of 7:45 p.m.Thursday, July 31, 2003) posted by Jenny on 7/31/2003 11:47:00 PM |
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wWednesday, July 30, 2003 | |
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The Fucking Science Library My sister tells me she stayed home most of the day and got 4-5 hang-ups, and a call each from my mom and my grandma. I just talked to a telemarketer, so... The official tally stands as follows: Telemarketers: 6 Grandma: 5 Parents: 4 Hang-ups: 12 Last night we went to see Seabiscuit for freeeeee! I liked it. I just thought that all the background in the beginning was superfluous. The movie could have started in Tijuana and some of the other stuff could have been added in later as flashbacks. Escpecially anything having to do with Chris Cooper's character. Had the story just followed Jeff Bridges, picked up Chris Cooper when he buys the white horse and introduced Tobey Maguire at the race track in Mexico and put his story in later as flashbacks (which there were anyway, because he was so "tortured") it would have been better. With the whole thing with Jeff Bridge's son. A little something on his life before, the scene where he goes in to his son's abandonned room. There he could have found the ball-bearing game, and then it could have kept showing up throughout the movie. Much more concise. My sister wanted there to be something at the end that mentioned what happened next. But I think everyone who goes to see the movie knows. Oh, and Chris McCarron was the race designer. One of my favorite jockeys, yeah! /movie review Even though I told my sister that we were seeing the late show, and it was probably more than 2 hours (it's 2 hours, 20 minutes) she somehow thought we'd be home by 10:00. She told her friend to come over at 10 to watch queer eye for the straight guy. We got home at about 9:40. She calls her friend who says she'll be there at 11:00 p.m. Then she starts yelling at me saying I live like a slob, and she has to clean up. And she's mad that I have a crappy tivo. She wants me to get more space so she can save shows for her friends (on MY tivo) because I save too many shows (on MY tivo). And her friends don't like that I got one where you can't watch one show and tape another at the same time. Personally, I don't think such a tivo even exists. But it seems to be a common misconception that you can do that. I tried a cable splitter out, but all that did was give me 2 viewable channels and 1 channel that was really fuzzy. And they weren't cable channels. Anyway, she's going off because her friends want to go out and have her tape shows for them. And she's upset at me because she admits that her friends don't understand why people in our family want to watch what they want on tv instead of letting the tivo tape their shows. I tell her that her friends have to leave by 1:00a.m. She tells me that they're coming over, she can't say what time they'll leave. I tell her, "Sure you can, tell them they have to leave by 1am." She storms away because that's unreasonable. Later she comes back and says, "2 hours isn't a visit!" I reply, "It's not the legnth of time, you don't show up at someone's house at 11:00 p.m.!" We go back and forth, she says that she stays at her friend's boyfriend's apartment until 3:00a.m. sometimes. I tell her that's different, he lives alone, I have school tomorrow morning. She eventually storms off again and yells out, "I don't know why they just don't come over now!" That is an excellent question. I called my mom to ask her if it was ok to put neosporin on my chin. She asked to talk to my sister, so I told her I thought she should tell her to have her friends out by 1:00, since I had school. She refused and gave me the same arguement about her staying there until 3:00 sometimes. She said if I go to my room, I won't hear them. Anyway, long story made slightly shorter: They show up at 11:15, the friend is here 5 seconds before she criticizes something. Even though there is an opened bottle of Kahlua in the cabinet, she opens my new bottle and pours about 2 oz. Also, about 3 oz. of my vodka. She drinks about 2 sips of this and leaves it on the table. My sister asks if it's ok to open them after the fact. If it were ok, she would have asked first. Had she asked first the answer would have been no. They were loud the whole time, left at 2:17, idled in the driveway for 20 minutes, I heard everything. The next day my sister had some friends over again. I made them food, which I was planning on doing. But then I told my sister that that was all they could eat. She got all upset and said that I made a nice gesture, but the sentiment behind it was all messed up. We had had some discussion that started with her saying, "I invited them over for lucnh, I don't know what they'll eat." My position was, I paid for a lot of this food myself. If they eat my food I don't have any more money to buy more. What am I supposed to do for the rest of the week? Being invited over for lunch isn't an invitation to eat anything and everything we have in the house, unless my sisters lets them do that. Besides, I made a variety of things, lots of choices. I didn't have to do that. Today after class I spent an hour finding a parking space, walking from it (because it was waaaay out there), walking around construction, returning my $42 book, and then trying to find the science library. Actually, after awhile I was just trying to find a map. I finally did that, but discovered it was so old it didn't have the science library on it. See, someone decided that instead of having the ID card office in the commons it'd be tucked away in the science library. When I finally got there I followed all the signs and arrows, but I never found the office. It had closed 3 hours before, but I wanted to find it for when I go back on Wednesday. I've surmised that it doesn't actually exist. I could say more, but this is so long already, I'll let it go this time. posted by Jenny on 7/30/2003 09:00:00 PM |
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wTuesday, July 29, 2003 | |
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It hurts I had electrolysis on my chin today. It's been a purpley pink all day. It burns, I've been fanning it with anything I can. For example, went to get my car washed, refused to hand over my 20 because it made too good of a fan. Now every spot she pricked me is a little whitehead. Including the 2 spots where I'm pretty sure that needle hit bone. It better be ok tomorrow. New tally: Telemarketers: 5 Grandma: 4 Parents: 3 Hang-ups: 8 (But, again, we weren't home today) posted by Jenny on 7/29/2003 10:16:00 PM |
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wMonday, July 28, 2003 | |
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It rained in Southern California on July 28th. I have a dull, throbbing pain in my right ear. I've never had an ear infection. Senior year of high school I had an infection just inside my ear. I was tipping my head to the side and putting pressure on my ear to try to stop the pain. When I finally went to my doctor he said it would clear up with some anti-bacterial neosporin. Later that year I gave blood and the spot where the pricked my ear got infected. It started to spread up my earlobe, but never became an ear infection. Anyway, I've had this pain in my ears for a few days now (and I'm flying in 5 days why?). So just now I dipped my little finger in ice water and dripped it in my ear. Ah that was heaven for about 7 seconds. Now it hurts even more. I'm about to do it again... Ahhhhh! Oooh, Ow! It hurts, it hurts. I had class today. It hurt, it hurt. I have to read Cold Mountain. When the professor asked if anyone had read it I shouted out, "Why? It's going to be a movie!" Anyway, I had to buy a book about Andersonville. And a book of primary sources. I have 3-4 other books of primary sources from the same series. They all cost about $28. The Andersonville book was $15.00 new. Didn't have used for either book. Cold Mountain is $12 for some tore up used paperback copies. Since I think I only have about $42 cash one me (plus about $2 in loose change) I decide I'll get a new copy and bookstore, and leave it lying around like I'm much more well read than I really am. I get up to the cashier, and 2 books, 1 notebook and 2 pens is $80. I knew I bought expensive pens ($2.79 each, but they last a really long time, and write so nice). And those notebooks aren't cheap ($4.95). I scan the receipt and see that the primary source book is $42! I asked the girl to look it up. She couldn't find it in the price guide, so she had to go downstairs and look at the shelf tag. Take out the tax and that means I paid $25 for the $15 book (which I didn't realize until I got home). When the girl came back upstairs she said to me, "I'm sorry, I'm a student too, I know we really rip you off." Later I went with my sister to the off-campus bookstore. I went to this school for almost 2 years (on and off) and never found the place on my own. But my sister buys all her books there, so for the last year I've been there with her to sell stuff back. She got $65 back for all of last quarters books. I found a used copy of my book for $30.66, with tax. Both of the copies they had were really gross, but I think I can just try not to breath through my nose when I'm reading it. I have to remember to take back the other book on Wednesday, you only have 48 hours to return at this store (and it's not open on weekends, except the first Saturday of the quarter). Anyway, I come home tonight and start looking Cold Mountain up on amazon. I can get the paperback new for $10.47. Or, I can get the unabridged audio cassettes for $31.47. Unfortunately it's not out on CD yet, so I'm not 100% sure where I'd play the cassettes. But still, the thought is very appealing to me. More to come as the thoughts pop into my head. The tally now stands at: Telemarketers: 5 Grandma: 3 Parents: 3 Hang-ups: 5 (And I wasn't even home all day today, so that was all on the machine.) posted by Jenny on 7/28/2003 10:56:00 PM |
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As William Wallace said: Freedom! A few days ago someone called in the middle of the day asking for my dad. I informed them, as usual, that he works during the day. When they asked for my mom (or maybe it was "another decision maker in the household") I said that she worked too. So then I offered to take a message, in order to find out who it was. The person started to offer me a free preview of the "New Book of Knowledge", you know, that kid's encyclopedia that stopped being good enough for research in the 3rd grade. The she starts to tell me about how important it is to have reference materials, so I stopped her and said, "You know, his youngest kid is 20." And she starts laughing and repeats, "His youngest kid is 20!" So once they realize they can't telemarket to you, telemarketers make fun of you! I came home from work yesterday to find some packages by the front door. Someone left gifts for my mom and aunt (it was, after all, their birthday). I brought them inside, and as I was putting them on the table, I noticed that one was for meeeee! My mom's friend who I had picked up at the airport the day before brought me back an I love NY shirt. And she wrote me a thank you note on an NYC postcard. Nifty. I like getting presents. Especially when it's not xmas or my birthday. Funny thing is, I was hanging around after work, and people were talking about times they had flown home to surprise their parents, and times that friends have showed up and surprised them. I said that I didn't want people showing up at my house, because I didn't want anyone to see my lying on the couch in my pj bottoms with a grape juice stain on my shirt. And that's a pretty accurate image. Though sometimes the source of the stain changes. My parents left for No Cal at 6am this morning. By 2:00 my grandma had called twice and my parents once. By the time my mom called back in the late afternoon 3 telemarketers has called. The first one was at 10:00 this morning. I think that they waited until that late because it's Sunday. I had some friends over for dinner. Afterwards we sat at my mom's formal dining room table and did Jello shots. Haha. A telemarketer called during dinner (at around 8:30). I totally cut her off and said, "You know, it's Sunday night." And hung up. So the official tally stands as follows: Telemarketers: 4 Grandma: 2 Parents: 2 (though I'm not sure they should count, it IS their house) Oh, and I got another email. My response is forthcoming, I guess. posted by Jenny on 7/28/2003 12:08:00 AM |
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wSaturday, July 26, 2003 | |
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Say it like Albert Finney in 'Two for the Road' (frustrated) It has been pointed out to me that it was shitty to post an email that someone sent to me. Whereas I've had problems my whole life with accepting responsibility for my own actions, this time I'll agree. It was shitty. What's even shittier is the way I grab people by the hair and physically force them in to a position in front of the computer screen whereby they have no choice but to read what I've posted. Mwahahaha, Trogdor strikes again! (Seriously. I figure I have 2 choices. I can identify myself and then find myself censoring what I write here. Or, I can be more open and honest and make a modicum of effort to hide my identity. I did however put a picture of myself up last night (well, it's been used before, but it's more of one then has been seen on this site ever, because it's pretty big). My name really is Jenny. All of the im's and emails on this site are real. When I say how I think or feel, that's really how I feel at the time. Or at least how I think I feel. And I'm not taking down that email. I will, however, keep what I really think to myself. Popular opinion is that I will regret this later. But what kind of life does one live if living so as not to regret anything?) posted by Jenny on 7/26/2003 11:25:00 PM |
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wFriday, July 25, 2003 | |
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I'm doing this again.  posted by Jenny on 7/25/2003 09:53:00 PM |
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A note to Netscape users. You can't read this anyway, so why should I write you a note? All of the expeditious interns finished everything while I was on my 2 hours lunch. I should explain: I came in this morning at 10:00 a.m. (later than I planned, not as late as usual). There were 3 interns here working on sorting stuff in boxes and labeling and relabeling boxes. Did it once, don't really understand it. (Though it's not that hard). But they were each using 1 of the 3 intern computers. So I go do the supervisor's filing (she chose me to do that every Monday, the day before I switched to Tuesdays). That takes all of 15 minutes. Then I decide to see what access I can get on this unused computer that some auditor comes in twice a month and uses. I can enter W-9's, but I can't access the H: drive to attach copies, or do anything else that I needed to do. But, I enter a bunch of W-9's and then leave because I'm picking someone up at the airport and their flight is 1/2 hour early! I would like to say "fuck you" to the lady in the black Jaguar who stayed 2 inches from my bumper while I tried to get around a car parked in the right lane, thus blocking me from merging with traffic. I found it odd that you made no attempts to merge yourself. It pissed me off that every time I tried to move up you stayed right behind me, apparently ignoring my turn signal. Then, when you finally merged and I was finally able to get around that car too, I noticed that you parked 2 spaces in front of the parked car, thus saving yourself from having to walk the legnth of 4 parking spaces to Mervyns. You are a bitch lady, fuck you. At the airport I notice that everyone on the arrival level is really happy to be in L.A. Big smiles on their faces, springs in their steps. That's because they haven't driven around LAX yet. But I see them walking towards the parking lot! Anyway, I get the weary traveller home by 12:30. Then I go out to lunch with my mom. It's her birthday tomorrow. Her boss remembered because when we got back to her office they had a little dessert and card display laid out for her. (And to think, I talked her out of dessert at the restaurant). I got to have some, though her boss didn't seem to like the precident of feeding outsiders. Then I came back here and explained that I waited until 1:30 because I figured someone would go home by then. My supervisor thought I was a genius. But then they all came back from lunch together. She ended up calling tech support to get me some more access on that other computer so I could finish W-9's over there. I even gave half of them to the new guy (making it harder for myself because they have to stay in order, and i took the bottom of the pile.) She watched me teach him. I don't think I did as good a job as I've done teaching anyone else anything. In fact, someone came up to me yesterday and shook my hand and said all the interns say I'm a good teacher :D When she was finished the H: drive still needed to be remapped. She looked at me and said, "It's so easy to remap a hard drive though." Except, I don't know how to do that. I think she showed me how on my 1st or 2nd day here. I don't remember. I'd probably mess up the whole network if I tried to figure it out. Fortunately the guy had a question, and I started helping him, and she just did the hard drive for me. Anyway, these new interns have lots of questions. The way it works here is, get taught, do it on your own, teach someone else. If they can't problem solve some of these answers for themselves, they're not going to do too well here. I mean, no one really helped me. The girls (there's 3 of them now) are all too afraid to ask the supervisor a question. When I don't know or can't come up with a logical one, I ask her. That's all I've ever done. Asked her what I couldn't figure out. They're all majoring in this and have taken classes and stuff. I just look stuff up on the screen in front of me. Anyway, I did a box. One of the ones that goes really quickly, yeah! Then I decided to post a single file that I was saving for next week (when there will be 3 on Tuesday, because there's a new one every day). But I don't have that access. So it's just me and one of the more... "competitive" interns (she'll stay until I'm ready to leave so I don't get more hours). I go over to the main cubicle and load up the computer. Then, I poke around for something to do, and there really is nothing. I decide to look at my site in Netscape, only to discover that it can't read the frameset. I looked at the blog.html file though. The colors look totally different. Blogger has a completely different interface too. I will actually dare to say it's more simplified. I think that's all for today. I'm off to Costco with my mom and her twin. Nothing like a 5 gallon vat of fryer grease for your birthday, right? posted by Jenny on 7/25/2003 05:05:00 PM |
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wThursday, July 24, 2003 | |
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Remember when I mentioned possibly getting a second job? Well, the other day my mom says to me, "She never called you about that job at the temple, did she?" I just say, "No," and continue what I'm doing. So then my mom goes on one of her little I'm-disappointed-because-I've-already-bragged-about-this-so-I'll-cover-by-going-on-a-tirade tirades. All I said was, "Are you surprised, it's the temple?" So yeah, she never called me. What-ever. I don't think it's right to kill cows for dinner, just for shoes. 
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Shouted across the office just now... "If that happens again, call Dan, and he'll do a 3-way... You know what I'm saying Barbara?" When I got here (late) there was a schedule taped to every desk telling the interns what they had to do and when. Apparently my slacking has been noticed. Oh, and the lady that watches me like a hawk is moving downstairs and getting her own intern. So I don't have to go down there to work on her projects. Yeah! posted by Jenny on 7/24/2003 02:45:00 PM |
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I didn't go in yesterday, and I'm late today. I really should make more of an effort in the waning days of this internship if I want it to get me anywhere. I can only imagine what my reviews will be like. I was going to switch from MWF to TThF next week. Since I didn't go in yesterday the switch is starting today. But still, I should be much closer to being on time. Yet, I'm continuing to sit her instead of moving. Also, I feel very put upon by everyone I know right now, save one person. And it's not that he doesn't want anything from me, it's that he doesn't want me period. :( Too bad, he's stuck with me. ;) I should back up. I guess not everyone wants something from me. The people who don't, don't know me all that well, though. There's also the people who aren't satisfied with not liking me, they have to try to get me fired too. Grrr. Next Friday will be fun. This time by fun I mean torturous. I am working Saturday too. Sort of a last minute thing. One of my friends won't be there, but another one is covering for him. And none of the petty people will be there. I think my raise will have kicked in then too. It said 7/22/02 on my info sheet. So maybe I'll get it for the hour or so I "worked" at the meeting too. I have to remember that I start summer school on Monday (I've actually already forgotten and gone back up and added this). Then on Sunday morning my parents are going out of town for a week. They're taking my aunt with them... Before I rejoice I remember that my Grandma said, "I'm going to be a Grandma, so don't complain when I call you." She's also mentioned 3 places she wants to take us for dinner. 3 nights! Yeah right. On Saturday we're meeting my parents in San Francisco, but staying at a hotel on the other side of town. They're leaving Sunday night, we're leaving Monday afternoon. I orginially thought I had class on Tues/Thurs, but I was wrong. So I'll be missing 1 day of class. There are only 10 class sessions, though. Oh well, can't be helped. I am 33% Geek  You probably work in computers, or a history deptartment at a college. You never really fit in with the "normal" crowd. But you have friends, and this is a good thing. Take the Geek Test at fuali.com posted by Jenny on 7/24/2003 11:05:00 AM |
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wWednesday, July 23, 2003 | |
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Wow, I didn't expect to find this... But first, let me talk about yesterday. I walked in to the meeting at 5:15 all proud of my self for being 15 minutes early, only to find out that it actually started at 5:00! Other than that I didn't stress too much about what happened. Went out afterwards, and the parking guy at Universal let other people in to the lot. Then he realized that he didn't look closely at their badges and grabbed mine out of my hand when I flashed it at him. He said that he's not supposed to honor it, and that I'd have to leave. I told him that he just let 2 other people in with the same badge (and I know they're the same because we had just gotten them at the meeting) and he said, "Well, I forgot to check theirs." Of course, then he wouldn't move an orange cone to let me out, so I had to go out through the area for tall vans to park. So I parked my little compact car there, snuck out through the vehicle exit (so he didn't see me) walked down the hill to the bottom floor, hopped over the wall, and discovered there was no elevator down there. So I had to take that big scary Universal escalator. And, I beat them all to the restaurant. But the parking guy is on my shit list now. Also, the plumber finally showed up today. He turned off the water, though. So now I'm going in tomorrow, since I have to switch to Tuesday and Thursday next week anyways. And, my sister had to take my grandma to return her new shoes today. She owes me 5 bucks, I called that one (sort of, I said 3 days, it was Monday and today's Wednesday). Ok, now what I promised: I have had some form of a "blog" on the web since late '98. This is basically the 4th incarnation. I know that the 2nd one is lost forever (It was mostly me making sarcastic comments about reality TV for most of 2000 and in to 2001). But I did find the beginnings of the first one somewhere. (I've posted things on this site from the last one, it's mostly tapped out, at this point. Some day I'll make a page with everything from that one listed chronologically, but not soon). Let's See What I Did Today: If I remember at one point there was the beginnings of the 2nd page where I did such ground breaking things as rag on Martha Stewart. This was really the beginning of the end of my time at this school, so when I moved home, I didn't write anything for all of 1999, anywhere. Not really in class much. Well, maybe a little, I was in community college, not much was expected. posted by Jenny on 7/23/2003 05:36:00 PM |
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wTuesday, July 22, 2003 | |
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Lots of random unrelated things. A new site called BuyMusic.com opened today. It wasn't up when I checked it a few minutes ago. But I just got in and they don't have the whole Good Charlotte album. Back to plan b, paying for it. Well, wait, I would have paid for it this way too. I could still probably get it on Limewire, if AOL ever gets around to fixing my DSL problem. (Quick update, I called on the 14th, they said they'd call within 72 hours, they haven't yet. I did however finally get them to admit that it might actually be the modem. Of course, they said that if that's the case, they're not allowed to give me a new one.) My grandma hired my sister to take her to do her errands last week (I set that up, my sister needs the money). But then my grandma got sick, so she gave her $20 and a rain check. So yesterday my sister spends 5 hours with her doing errands and gets $50. That's fine. She actually liked doing it. Apparently my grandma barely spoke to her. And never once mentioned therapy, either her own, mine, or the idea of my sister going to therapy. Plus the went to Pink's for lunch. Plus, they actually got a lot done. (If I ever get around to telling the make-up mirror story, I'd like to say that I wouldn't have taken her to K-mart, but my sister did.) Ok, so, the point... My sister arranged to meet my grandma in her room at 10:30. At 10:29 grandma calls me and asks where she is. I told her she'd already left. Then my grandma asks me if I'll take her to Del Amo to bet shoes if she calls Del Amo and they had shoes in quint A. That's AAAAA in width. My opinion happens to be that she isn't going to find a store that carried AAAAA shoes because they don't make them. How many people on this planet could possible need size 8 AAAAA shoes? Eventhough her doctor has been telling her for years and years (even before she broke her hip about 7 years ago) that she needs better shoes, she refuses to pay to have a pair made, or even altered. All of this aside I say fine, if they have the shoes I'll work around my schedule. I hang up the phone, and immediately call my sister. At exactly 10:30 she picks up the phone and says she's outside in the hallway and has knocked twice, but no one's answered. She doesn't know grandma's number, or she'd call (of course, she was on the phone with me, so it would have been busy). I tell her to knock louder. I hear her bang on the door and yell "grandma!" and surprisingly, my grandma opened, and all of the other people in the retirement home didn't come running. Then I'm checking my email, and I suddenly remember that when my grandma called, I was running a bath. I race upstairs to see it just starting to overflow, with only 1 little wet spot on the carpet. I let some water drain, then I take my bath. I spent the rest of the morning in my room playing The Sims. My mom came home from lunch, and I guessed called for me, but I never heard her. She did however finally call a plumber to fix my shower. The reason being that all of the water ran to a single point on the carpet (hence the one wet spot) and poured in to the kitchen through the light socket, flooding the kitchen. She came home and the bath was empty, so she thought it was a leak in the pipes. (However, she didn't tell the plumber to come until this morning, and I guess he didn't, so he's coming tomorrow). Anyway, my mom was a little pissed. I said I was sorry and she said it was ok, but then she totally freaked out and yelled at my sister about it while I was out interning What-ever. Now is also I good time to reiterate that "Him" and "Her" are not always the same people. This is an email that I got yesterday: Subj: Hey Date: 7/21/2003 9:05:32 PM Pacific Standard Time From: Him To: Me It would be a good thing if I knew what I did to make you mad, so I could maybe talk to you again. Have I been inappropriate somehow? or do you just want me to keep my distance.. I try to behave, and I know you think a lot worse of me sometimes, because of what I've done in the past. I always hoped that the fact that I didn't do any of that stuff with you counted for something, because I like you too much to get caught up in things that make you uncomfortable.. I seem to have the knack for making women I like feel that way, somehow. Sorry if that's the case with you. Anyway, I miss you. Him Gosh, I'm so severe. I know who I learned that from. Well, no I don't. I know who I got the word "severe" from, though. Anyway, I have a meeting tonight at 5:30 for work. It'll be fun if by "fun" I mean nerve racking. Despite everyone else's better judgement, I'm going to start keeping a notebook of everything that happens in order to protect myself from this person. One more thing I haven't fit in anywhere yet. The last time I saw my therapist, she had a pen sticking vertically out of her cleavage for the whole hour. Was that some kind of test to see if I'd say anything? I didn't. Also, she has a logictech camera on a tripod connected to her laptop that over the last 6-7 weeks has slowly moved so it's pointed at me (or really, the couch). It being a logictech I'm not too worried that it's actually taken a picture of me. But I know she's noticed that I've noticed it. Weird. posted by Jenny on 7/22/2003 10:46:00 AM |
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wSaturday, July 19, 2003 | |
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I went to Comic-con. I've never been to any kind of convention before, but I agreed to take my sister to Comic-con so she could hear Joss Whedon speak. Never, I repeat never decide to do this the night before. We planned to leave at 7:00 in the morning, but suffered a setback when we realized that the only working shower was in my parents room, and they were in their sleeping (more on the shower situation later). So I think we ended up leaving around 8:30, maybe a little earlier. Of course I drove, but I did get to take my Grandma's Camry with the premise that it'd after 2 1/2 years it would finally go over 10,000 miles on this trip. First we hit traffic in Orange County (I guess because of the Orange County Fair). Then it cleared up... but once we hit Encinitas there was pretty much traffic all the way to Sea World. I thought it would clear up, but it didn't. Then I thought maybe people were stopping to look at the border check on the northbound side, even though it was closed... but no. (Incidentally, I need to stop one day and take a picture of myself with a sign on the family running running across the freeway.) Regardless, we got to downtown San Diego at about 11:15. I had printed out a list of parking structures and lots. Drove around, but they were all full. After an hour we finally found a lot, at the bargain price of $10 (as opposed to the average of $20 and the high of $25). It was 9 blocks away, though. So by the time we find a space, and walk to the convention center, it's already after 12:30. Kevin Smith goes on at 12:30. At this point I'm thinking that maybe we can get in to Kevin Smith, and later I can still buy Dancing Barefoot, because really, I don't need to get it autographed. We show up at one end of the convention center, and they tell us we're at the wrong end. So we walk down there, to find a line. So we walk the width of the place following the line. Then the length again, then it wraps around and follows the length back towards the Marriott. And continues all the way to the end of Seaport Village. We got in line about 20 yards away from the parking lot of Seaport Village. I once marched in a parade from the parking lot to the convention center. Anyway, we get to the end of the line and the guy who gives us the registration form says we'll need to have our id's out. I start to look for mine, and realize I've left my license in the car. I tell my sister that if, in a half hour she's still committed to waiting in this line, I'll walk back to the car to get my license. But after 15 minutes I realized the line was moving pretty fast, so I went out to the street in front of the Marriot and hired a bike taxi for $20 (and a $5 tip for hauling my big butt up a hill). The guy loved my offensive shirt, though. So it this point it's cost me $60. $10 to park, $25 for a bike ride and $25 to get in (anticipated). And all I've gotten is a free sunburn, at an indoor convention. So between getting to the end of the line, waiting in line and then waiting in line to pay, we actually entered the convention at about 1:57. I told my sister that what we should do was find the room that Joss Whedon was going to be in, and sit outside of it until 3:30. We thought that maybe you could only go in a room at the beginning. When we got to the room, a panel about Teen Titans (and Duck Dodgers) was about to start. Since I had kind of wanted to see that, I got her to go inside. When people up front left, she ran up and staked the seats and I followed with the stuff. So by the end, we had gotten ourselves in about the 7th row almost dead center. Near the end I got up and found out that they didn't throw you out of the room between panels, so I went outside and spent $13 for 3 cookies, a water and a can of diet coke from Mrs. Fields. Based on the cost and the whole moment-on-the-lips-lifetime-on-the-hips factor, I think this was the most expensive lunch I've ever had. Then Joss Whedon came out and I didn't understand a thing the guy said. All these people around me were cheering and agreeing with him. It was a little like an evangelical church service. The woman in front of me kept saying, "Mmmm hmmm, that's right, mmm hmm." The woman next to me was really fat, yet wearing short shorts and a tank top, presumably so she could sweat all over my left side while she feverishly took notes about everything he said. Gross. Oh, and the cameras. When he came out there were so many flashes going off I had to cover my eyes. Flashes are good about about 5 feet. Maybe 8 if you don't have one of those disposible cameras. And guess what, they didn't stop! People took pictures of a guy standing on a stage with a microphone for the whole hour! The same people. This woman in front of my sister must have taken 100 pictures. I think she only saw him through the lcd screen of her camera. (I also noticed during the previous panel that people with video on their digital cameras will tape anything and everything that is put up on the screens, like previews or trailers or whatever.) When it was over at 4:30 I had been sitting in this room for 2 1/2 hours. But guess what? The Buffy/Angel writers were in the same room. Lucky me. At that point I understood even less of what they were saying. They weren't really saying much (and the moderator sucked, she didn't repeat the questions people were asking, so they would answer something someone didn't ask, stuff like that). The same losers who asked the same questions over and over again to Joss Whedon were getting up to ask at this one, so after a half hour we left. We went downstairs, and took pictures (using my izone) with models from Lord of the Rings. I got to do my Uruk Hai (I said Orc, I was corrected) impression. I also surreptitiously located the Mysterious Galaxy booth. The first time I passed it there was no one there (that I could see). The next time there were lots of old people (I mean old: grey hair, shirt tucked in to pants belted about the waist) huddled around, so I didn't want to go over and gawk. Plus, after what it's already cost at this point, I've decided I can't afford to buy the book right now. Of course, this audblog post made me feel a tinge guilty, but what can I do. During the panel they had said that Joss (we're on a first name basis now) will be signing after the Writer's panel. The program said that the writers would be signing. So at 5:40 my sister decided that she wanted to go upstairs and see if he was signing with them. We get there, and there is this ridiculous line wrapping around the whole autograph area. (I asked, it was for Van Hesling, aka Hugh Jackman.) I find the Buffy/Angel (actually, they're only Angel now) and there's 25 people max in line. Probably because we later found out that Joss was signing downstairs at Dark Horse comics and that the line had already been cut off. Of course, we don't have anything for these people to sign, but I make my sister wait in the line, despite her reservations. Long story short (though it's a little late at this point), she ended up using the izone to take pictures of all of them, and then they signed the pictures. They all seemed to like to idea and wanted to wait to see their pictures developed. Also, they were really interested in my previously mentioned offensive shirt. So that broke the ice for her. And she got to meet her heroes, or whatever they are. And in other, more obvious news:  Threat rating: High. The Bush administration is concerned that it may not get a second term. Therefore, we are going to change the rules so that each Democrat vote only counts as 0.2 votes because Democrat is a shorter word than Republican What threat to the Bush administration are you? brought to you by Quizilla posted by Jenny on 7/19/2003 10:49:00 PM |
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So really, the only thing a resume does is show how well you can produce bullshit from something insignificant: Jenny Jenny@grammaticallyincorrect.com EDUCATION: Crap University Bachelor of Arts in History, Expected August 2003 also attended Community College EXPERIENCE: Television Production Finance Intern, April 2003-present Movie Studio - various methods of data entry - verifying uploads and mainframe reconciliations - research - other office tasks Studio Audience Page, July 2002-present - working with audience and production - providing customer service Gubernatorial Campaign Volunteer, 2002 Governor's Committee, Los Angeles Office - voter registration - organized demonstrations - phone calls and other office work Hebrew Tutor and Classroom Teacher's Assistant, 1995-1997 Temple - taught Hebrew and other religious curriculum to students both individually and in a classroom setting - clerical and general office work - special event planning Congressional Campaign Volunteer, 1996 Committee to Reelect Congresswoman - worked over 100 hours in the campaign office answering doing general campaign and clerical work - coordinated precinct captains for democratic voters campaign Camp Counselor, 1996-1997 Temple Day Camp - planning and implementing daily activities for children ages 4-12 ACTIVITIES: - Residence Hall Association, University, 1997-1998 served on various committees both as member and chairperson hall representative and appointed staff - University Marching Band, 1998 - worked for various local campaigns including school board and city council elections - layout and Business Manager for school newspaper, High School, 1996-1997 SKILLS: Traditional and Digital Photography Windows 95/98/ME/XP and Macintosh OS (including OS X) HTML Photoshop Pagemaker Flash MS Excel MS Access Lotus Notes posted by Jenny on 7/16/2003 06:25:00 PM |
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4.5 hours until I sign out, 4.25 hours until I leave. The most annoying person is visiting people on the other side of this here tall cubicle wall. Her voice is quite shrill and annoying, and she is very loud. She's basically lecturing everyone on how to lose weight like she is trying to. She's telling people that all meat has all of it's cholesterol hidden. People are disagreeing, but she's asseting some false authority saying that she researches this. "If you were a vegan, your cholesterol would plummet." Plummet is my word, she said something else that wasn't nearly as eloquent. Someone piped up and said that chicken doesn't have a lot of cholesterol. And someone else said she thinks that her statements probably apply mostly to beef. Someone else said that vegetarians probably have low cholesterol. Has it not occured to anyone else vegans don't eat eggs? Geez lady, you sound like something of an idiot spouting off about this vegan crap and not mentioning things like that. Shut up already. Oy, now she's talking about her new raw food diet. I'm going to try manufacture a reason to go over and look at her. Now she's ragging on someone with a fast metabolism saying she's researched metabolism too. Just a shot in the dark, but was all of this research done on the internet? I just pretended to walk around looking for someone. She isn't all that skinny, looks older than she probably is (sounds 19, looks 40-something is probably in her late 30's) and is really short. Like, "I used to be a dancer, it stunted my growth" short. That probably explains why she's wearing all black with some dance-style, athletic looking pants. And, of course, black capezios or easy spirits with the reinforced black robber heels. Hot look, lady. posted by Jenny on 7/16/2003 01:34:00 PM |
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7:52 a.m. is in the 7 o'clock hour. My cell phone went off at 7:52 this morning. It was probably a little before that, because I set things at various intervals ahead in an attempt to instill a sense of panic, and thus never be late. It doesn't work, but I do it anyways. So this morning my grandma calls. I guess she had called yesterday to talk to my sister, because they had plans to do errands today at 10. But yesterday my sister left the house at 10 and didn't get back until after 2:00 in the morning (that's a.m.). My mom left early this morning because she had some breakfast meeting, so whatever message my grandma left with my mom never got to my sister. Anyways, she calls freaking out because she said she knows something is wrong, because no one picked up the phone. I go out in the hallway and hear water running in my parents' room, so I know my dad is in there. I tell her that he can't pick up the phone when he's shaving. She tells me that she can't go out with my sister, but to make sure my dad gives her $20 and she'll pay him back. Then she tells me to go back to sleep. Like that's going to happen. At this point I go downstairs to find 2 messages on the answering machine. Both saying exactly what she told me. At about 9:45 my sister comes downstairs and sees her $20. I tell her she really should call and see if there's any errands she can do without taking grandma with her. Like buying groceries or picking up a prescription. But she doesn't. So I get woken up at 7:00 in the morning and she gets $20. WTF? posted by Jenny on 7/16/2003 11:04:00 AM |
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I bought a roll of Bottlecaps Which end to open, which end to open... First bottlecaps is... orange! Second one is... orange! Hmm, how odd, usually with 5 flavors you don't get 2 in a row. Third one is... orange! Ok, 3 I can handle, as long as the next one isn't cherry... Fourth one is... orange! I am now resolved to pull the entire roll apart. Fifth one is... cola! Yes! Sixth one is... orange! Seventh one is... orange! At this point I'm thinking that's ok, with half the roll left, there won't be any more orange. Eighth one is... orange! This isn't funny anymore. Ninth one is... root beer! Now we're talking. Tenth one is... orange! If the next one is orange I'm throwing this roll at something. Eleventh one is... cherry! Ok, I'm still throwing the roll. Now I've eaten 11 bottle caps, ick. posted by Jenny on 7/14/2003 03:34:00 PM |
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Lacking a sense of entitlement Someone just came over and asked if I had an extra outlet in which to plug in a pencil sharpener. I will now raise my hands triumphantly and shout, "Victory is mine!" So of course I got up and followed her until I saw where she plugged it in. I have done 5 1/2 entries since I finished my last cost run. That is very slow. Especially after I proved I could work fast. I wish I had more than $1.10 because I would sure like to mindlessly put snacks in my mouth right now. There is stuff in the little kitchenette, but I'd feel guilty if I took anything from there... Well, I suppose $1.00 is probably enough to procur something downstairs, I'll think about. posted by Jenny on 7/14/2003 02:51:00 PM |
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One Task Completed, With a Bollywood-esque Sountrack I did move over to the other desk. Ah the joys of a big leather chair. I feel specialer than I did earlier. Someone over here is playing Indian music. Like the kind from Bend It Like Beckham. Not like Ghost World, which is the type that sticks out in my mind. What's weird is, it's not the Indian lady I work for, it's this white-ass gay guy behind me. The other white-ass closeted guy next to me is on the phone. He microwaves himself 2 frozen dinners every day for lunch. Everyone else except for him and the Indian lady leave for lunch. (The Indian music guy is actually working through lunch. He is in fact gay, he talks about his partner. The other one is probably just a huge dork. People make fun of him, especially 2 weeks ago when he claimed to have a date, with a girl.) Ok, so he's microwaving his lunch, when his cellphone starts ringing so loud that it's echoing across the office. I stop what I'm doing and look around, pretending to be confused, "What? Huh? What's going on here?" Really what I'm thinking is, "Geez asshole, if you have to turn your phone up that loud, maybe you should take it with you!" He then proceeds to rush over and explain to the person why he has to call them back ("I'm using the microwave", he says with his lisp.) 4 minutes later he calls back and announces quite loudly, "No, I can talk, I'm on my lunch break!". It's not like anyone else is trying to work or anything... Now that people are back from lunch there's some classical station playing in the background. I wonder if they'll ever tune in to KROQ. Hmm, while I was typing out that link, Bollywood guy decided to turn up the volume and compete. Good times. posted by Jenny on 7/14/2003 02:19:00 PM |
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OCD Moment This desk is sticky. I planned to walk today (like most days). But I didn't. Then I thought about asking for a ride (like I often do). But I didn't. So I drove, and again contributed to the downfall of society and the further destruction of our planet, yada yada. My god was it hot. I arrived all sweaty and, well, whatnot. Walked right over to my usually cubicle without noticing that someone was sitting there. She acted like she shouldn't be there, but whatever, first come first served. So I take 2 things out of the task folder, since I don't want to go back now. Then as I'm going back to my old cubicle, she tells me that that computer isn't working. "Working" is a relative term around here when refering to computers. So I come over to this cubicle. I hate the chairs here. One is really low, can't be adjusted and has entirely too much padding (and doesn't have arms) and the other is sort of sand papery and has some funky stains. Also, the desk is really sticky. I mean, despite the fact that there are coffee cup rim stains everywhere, my forearms are sticking to the desk while I type. I've thought about putting my arm on the mousepad, but that would make the mouse stick. Plus, the mousepad also has some funky stains on it. I wish I hadn't left my camera in the car (though setting of flashes in the office probably isn't adviseable.) Plus, one of the things I was going to do requires an adding machine, which this desk doesn't have. On the pencil front, I still haven't found a pencil sharpener, but this desk has a pencil, yeah! Maybe I will go over to the intern desk in that other lady's section, and see if I can get in to the right database from there. Even if it means I will be watched like a hawk. Grr, decisions decisions... posted by Jenny on 7/14/2003 01:04:00 PM |
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This Banzai show is insane. I tried to play online, but I couldn't get it to work. I'm really glad that I set my tivo to tape it 2 weeks ago, I never would have remembered. I just heard my sister yelling, "Yeah! I win! I win!" I must go in the other room and watch it now... posted by Jenny on 7/13/2003 08:50:00 PM |
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wThursday, July 10, 2003 | |
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3 accountants, a restaurant bill, and an adding machine... 3 accountants are huddled together in the cubicle on the other side on the tall divinding mall. From what I understand, they were suprised that their 10% discount wasn't enough to cover the cake and tip for some party they threw someone for her birthday. Also, they calculated 15% tip when they collected money, but were charged more than 15% (duh, that's obvious, you had a big party). Well, they've been pouding that addind machine for going on 40 minutes now. It's quite humorous.* *That commentary was free. I went downstairs to get some form of chilled latte and was really frustrated with the service at the coffee place. The girl helped the guy behind me in line first, grr. Then she told the guy to ring him up, but the guy got his ice cream and walked right out with it without paying. Then she took a phone call before making my drink. And she put waaay more milk in it than she should have. When they guy handed me my change (7 dimes and 4 nickels) I put 2 dimes in the tip jar. I waited for the girl to make my drink while he scooped ice cream for 4 other people. I wanted to reach in to the tip jar and take back my 20 cents, but the 4 guys were paying, and they would probably tackle me and take all my loose change. Then when I went outside I found an ID badge sitting rather intentionally on a planter. But I took it to the security office anyways. The first person there had an ID so old that they couldn't read the number on it. So they made him fill out a form saying he lost it, so the number could be taken out of the system. The next woman said she was a hair dresser (6 times) and been working there for 10 years (3 times). Apparently she left her badge in one of her hair brush bags that she didn't bring with her today. She didn't even argue when they charged her $15 for an ID. Except the security guard couldn't figure out who she should make the check out too. Finally I pointed to the big sign behind her that said, "Make Checks Payable To:" - duh. Then blondie (not naturally) asks, "can I take a new picture?" Ah, the truth is revealed. They told her no. So she asked again. Then the supervisor came over and explained that everyone on the lot has to take new pictures in August. So why do we have to pick up new IDs in July if we'll need new ones again in August? So then as the supervisor is walking away this guy barges up and starts saying that he needs a new ID "TO-DAY!" They don't make IDs past 3:00, even this guy knew that. I know I'm next in line, but as soon as the hair dresser leaves, the girl helping her walks away. Finally they get rid of this guy, and another supervisor-type (non-uniformed security guard, now) comes out and starts talking to both of the people behind the desk. All the while I'm standing there holding out the ID of some 40 year old, overweight, white guy named "Joe." By now, I've finished my latte. My actual transaction took about 12 seconds when they finally got around to helping me. I also went to google and found a tutorial for the adding machine that's in my cubicle. I know how to make subtotals now. I figured out that at the end of today I will have worked 145 hours from April 11 through today. I wonder if that's a lot compared to other internships? posted by Jenny on 7/10/2003 03:51:00 PM |
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It's not easy being bored. I hate people. I went to a party last night and that was fine. This morning I came in to intern and people are talking to me. I hate people. This is sort of funny. I saw Green Apple Jello at the market on the 4th of July. My gay friend decided to "come out" by ordering an apple martini. He thought that'd make it obvious. (He's a trip). So I thought for his birthday I'd try to make him green apple jello shots. That turned out to be a production in and of itself. First, I couldn't buy alcohol because my license is expired. So I had to go to the evil DMV and wait almost an hour for them to call my number. Had I planned ahead I could have spent an extra half hour waiting to get my picture taken. But instead I kept the old one, bad as it is. Then I went to 5 stores to find the right cups. Plastic is best. Has to be smooth because the jello sticks to ridges, and preferably taller than it is wide. Finally I settled on paper cups at the 5th store, because they were $2.15 for 100. (Oh, and no wax, whereas it protects the paper because the jello will seep through, you don't want to ingest the wax when you release the jello from the cup.) So then I buy 2 packages of Apple, and my sister wanted Watermelon, so I get 1 of those, and then because I'm obsessive about these kinds of things, I bought 1 Orange too. (I did however restrain myself from buying more Otter Pops By the time I tracked down the cups (ok, that was out of order) the party was in less than 4 hours. See, my original plan was to make them as close to noon as I could, clear out a shelf in the fridge the second my mom left the house (probably 1:15), let them set until 5:00 (when she gets off work), and put everything back with the jello shots in a cooler in the garage for another hour (when I would leave for the party). Spending 3 hours tracking the stuff down put some kinks in the system. So my mom gets home from work (an hour early), and the first thing she notices is all of her flour, cornmeal, oatmeal, matzoh meal, etc is out on the counter (I ended up needing 2 shelfs). Then she opens the refridgerator and asks what's going on there. My sister tells her, "Individual jello servings", and I say, "In case no one brings spoons." Oddly enough, she buys this. Then an hour later she starts asking, "Are those jello shooters?" We played dumb for a little bit, but then someone caved and said, "yes." But the funny part is, this morning she calls me from work and asks if I put alcohol in the jello shooters. Since I'm on the phone, I don't give myself away by running out of the room laughing hysterically. Instead I ask, "Why would you say that?" Then she wants to know if my sister had any, to which I say (real loud because my sister is sitting right there drying her hair, "No, she's not 21 yet!" But seriously, what did she thing, people were going to take shots of straight jello? Someone else at the party had seen Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl, and totally loved it. He told me that there was a scene after the credits. As we were leaving I said that I thought there was probably a scene, so when we saw it again, we should stay. Anyway, we raved about the movie and imitated Captain Jack Sparrow's flamboyant walk. Hilarious! Alright, back to today. I get here at a little before 11:30. There are absolutely no parking spaces to be had anywhere. Whenever I see a small gap, it turns out that some asshole felt that his car was so precious he needed 2 spaces. Like the guy driving this shiny, black, ugly-ass thing. I had to drive all the way up to the 7th level (roof) and then double back down until I found a place. I ended up spotting a guy pulling out on the 5th or 6th level (damn, where did I park?) Then, it seems like it's bring-your-degenerate-kids-to-work day, because the garage and the elevator were packed with annoying little creatins. When I get downstairs there are lines and lines of people waiting to get in to the parking garage, to check in with security and to go through the turnstiles. Suddenly I remember that Monday was the last day to turn in your old ID badge and get a new one. (Turns out it was extended to the 14th). As I wade through the crowds I realize that some dumb game show is taping today, and this is the audience. I start to go through the employee turnstiles, but there's a line. A line that's not moving. Or, 2 guys standing there preventing other people from going through. I say, "excuse me." to no avail. I repeat, "Excuse me!" Instead of moving, the asshole pulls out his ID Badge, and motions for one of his staff to bring 2 people over. He scans it, and 1 person walks through. Then he scans it again, and the other one goes. Then his little assistant walks through, and reaches back, and scans her badge, and motions for 2 more people to walk through! What the fuck? Am I not waiting to go to work here? So finally I get through, while they continue to line people up just through the turnstile. I get on the shuttle, and it pulls out with me the only passenger, and all of those game show losers were lined up to walk to their show. That is hardly any consolation, though. I got to my desk at 12:00. One of the other interns came over before my computer had even responded to me pushing the power switch and said, "Am I glad to see you again, I have sooo many questions." I just feel smothered because she keeps coming over her to ask why she hasn't seen me in awhile (I've never seen her before though, because I usually don't come in on Thursdays), or to show me that on some show the wardrobe is Hugo Boss (she says, "that job must be nice.") or to ask me how long I'm staying. Actually, something I've noticed is, if I stay late, the other interns stay late. They look over at me to make sure I'm still here. Since I usually get here 2-3 hours after they do, I stay late. I've noticed that even when I leave at 6:00, most people are still here working. I don't like being watched in general, it's just creepy. So now I feel locked in to staying a good number of hours (because I was sick on Monday and Tuesday, and had I planned better yesterday, I could have come in for a few hours, but I didn't). But again, I'm not working very hard at actually accomplishing anything today... posted by Jenny on 7/10/2003 02:01:00 PM |
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And the gods smile down on me... I just clicked "Publish" and was told it was successful Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl was sooo good. Before it was even over we wanted to see it again! Well, then the ending was all sappy... But still a good movie. I laughed so hard. Johnny Depp is my new god. posted by Jenny on 7/09/2003 03:12:00 PM |
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Grrr >:o I have spent whatever time has elapsed since I posted that last comment trying to publish the entry. Blogger said that there was a problem with the ftp I designated. I figured maybe something changed, so I tried logging in using the program I use to upload pictures, and it worked fine. So I retyped my password in my Blogger settings area, because I've had to do that occasionally even with my saved ftp settings elsewhere. But that didn't work. Then I changed "ftp" to "www" because both of those work fine when ftp-ing pictures. But that didn't work. So I switched it back to ftp, and decided to search the release notes for the new version of Blogger. Well, that was fucking useless. So then I went to get "support". There support has never worked. It's something someone typed up 3-4 years ago and then abandonned. Their users helping users is even worse, if it still exists at all. The other times I've needed help with Blogger, I've searched Google and found the information in a 3rd party's site. Anyway, everything I found said that I had my settings exactly right (though, like I said, they could be 3 years old). So with a heavy sense of futility I tried again... But that didn't work. If I publish something on July 4th, and don't do anything until July 7th, it shouldn't stop working. I know that this problem is on their end, because I HAVEN'T TOUCHED THE MOTHERFUCKING SETTINGS SINCE MARCH 20-SOMETHING 2002! We'll see how long it takes me to resolve this, I'll try to remember to timestamp another post when it finally publishes. Right now, I sleep. (This made me miss King of the Hill, so back to where I started, Grrr) posted by Jenny on 7/09/2003 12:31:00 AM |
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BIG BROTHER 24/7 LIVE STREAMING VIDEO SEE WHAT HAPPENS ALL DAY & ALL NIGHT IN THE BIG BROTHER HOUSE Sign up today and see what goes on when the TV audience isn't watching. You'll get 24/7 access to live streaming video from the BIG BROTHER House. * Follow your favorite HouseGuests 24/7 * Switch between 4 live feeds or see them all with the Quad Cam * Be among the first to know about strategies and alliances * A "must" for BIG BROTHER Fantasy League players! * Compare notes - chat live with other BIG BROTHER fans. To preserve the integrity of the TV show, the feeds may be edited, delayed and/or blacked out on occasion at CBS' sole discretion. Some content may not be suitable for users under 21. (What I want to know is: How did they know that I was playing in the BIG BROTHER Fantasy League? I thought I disguised myself better than that!) posted by Jenny on 7/08/2003 11:32:00 PM |
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I know what the end of the world will look like. There will be large mushroom clouds of smoke dotting the horizon. Colored sparks will emerge through the tops of the clouds and slowly descend with a loud "boom!" Standing on the roof I can see such displays start and stop and start all over again. The night sky flashes as the explosions reflect off the clouds. Eventually they start shooting up in to the air around me. I look up and see small fires falling towards me. Then the ground beneath me shakes from the resounding blast. I predict that this will come to pass on Sunday, July 4, 2004. Around 9:00 p.m. Pacific Standard Time, though delays have been known to occur. Tonight I took my mom and her friend up to the top of the 7 story parking garage where I'm interning. It's the second tallest structure in my town. Well, third if you count the water tower, I guess. And this is L.A., that's pretty sad. We could see 5-6 really good fire displays and at least 20 more on about 320 degrees of horizon. Also, lots of people shooting off fireworks from their backyards (illegal!) At one point 3 police officers rode up on their motorcycles. You'd think they were trying to see where it was coming from. But no, they were trying to see fireworks. Then they rode back down and started a road block on the street. The actual fire display from our town was pretty sucky. Basically they smoked up the sky for 35 minutes, just enough so you couldn't see the finale very well. And, they were a half hour late. In the beginning, Joe Smith shooting off fireworks from his backyard (just close enough to catch my house on fire) was showing them up. I'm thinking of sending him a donation for next year, I think he has potential. Considering that I started the night sitting in my living room listening to 3 octegenarians compare which pills they're taking, it didn't end up so bad. But I still feel like I'm coming down with a cold, and now I'm even more congested. I think I'll go have my third otter pop for today, it's been over six hours. posted by Jenny on 7/04/2003 10:42:00 PM |
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Work related rant. I've had some musings lately, such as, I'm coming down with a cold right when my mother decides to have every immuno-deficient relative we have over for a bbq. Or about how tea saucers are great for holding a finger bowl, but you can't get much tempura on the plate. (Though it looks pretty). And then tonight I was driving the freeway in traffic for the first time in awhile, and I saw 2 suv's and a minivan almost tip over (twice for the first suv, 3 times for the minivan) But now that I've gotten around to typing that up, what I've really come to do is rant about work. Earlier this year we were all forced to sign a statement reminding us that lies and malicious gossip were not allowed at work. Crack down. I signed it at left my copy in my car. While I (and most everyone else) stayed on my toes about who I talked to and when, I didn't really think about it all too much. Though, at one point I was talking to my boss (the nice one) and I asked who tattles on people the most. I figured it would be one of the hard asses who is always on my case. But you know who it was? The slacker who never does anything. I suppose that makes sense, she's kept this job for 10 years, clearly not by way of her exemplary work ethic alone. So, back to that letter. Near the end of the season I ran across it while cleaning (yeah yeah, i know), and I read it, and it pissed me off. This girl lies all of the time. She just flat out makes up stories about other people and tells on them. And it's usually about how people are slacking off, or how they screw up because they weren't paying attention or doing what they were supposed to be doing (or even just standing still in the place they were suppose to be standing still). The thing is, it's all her. She doesn't do anything except for criticize people, sit down with her shirt untucked, unbutton and her tie loose. She smokes almost constantly, even after we get reminded all of the time that we're only allowed to smoke on our breaks. And she doesn't even take audience members with her to smoke. So that means that the rest of us have to do more smoking runs to cover for her. Also, it means that some other position suffers because she's not doing that either. And finally, she's greedy. She takes extra meals for dinner, she gorges herself on craft service, and she even steals the snacks we're suppose to give to the audience, but never helps us pass them out. I don't see how she can then turn people in for doing those same things, and it not be malicious. I've even heard her tell another page, or a supervisor a lie about someone. In a few cases, the other page repeated the lie to the supervisor. One time it was about me. At the time, I didn't want to go running off the my boss (the not nice one) to complain that she was telling lies about me, or trying to get me in trouble for something she did. She had also lied about another page who came to see the show that night, but wasn't working. I did stand up for her to the supervisor, but I didn't think it was worth even bringing it up again. But finding this letter had me resolved to tell on her the next time. My last night at work before I got laid off she really pissed me off. (Didn't do anything, including make us dinners, which she was supposed to do, got us banned from craft service while the rest of us were passing out snacks, let some people wander around the studio unescorted because she was outside smoking, and didn't watch them while they were smoking, then didn't tell me when I came back from my break, so I get to find out from security, and then tell 194 other people that they can't smoke like those other people did, was an all around bitch, etc...) Even then, I told my boss/friend about it the next day at Disneyland, but then I just let it go. Then, I had to see her this weekend. Got through that fine, just let her be cliquish and went on doing my job. Ok, so finally, I get to where I was going: Tonight I go out with some people from work, and I come to find out that she has been telling people that they shouldn't hang out with me, and saying other stuff about me that they won't share. That makes me wish I had busted her for telling lies when I had the chance. Here's why: This is my job. It's not the world's greatest job, but for the most part, I like it. When I started working here I thought I'd stay for 7-8 months and that would give me enough experience to apply somewhere else and maybe get some more hours, make some more money, maybe even figure out what I want to do for the rest of my life. I've made some good friends working here, and a lot of time I have fun. It's been a year now, and I've found that I make enough money to basically do everything I want to do, and the hours are flexible enough that I can go to school, maybe even have another job (or my internship). So now I'm planning on staying through this TV season, but really not much past that. (On the one hand, if I were working at Blockbuster or Target, I'd probably have a promotion by now, but on the other, there really only is one place to go, it's a small promotion, and most people don't get it until at least mid-third year. My boss thought I should apply, but I didn't feel confident enough. But in a year, that small promotion really won't mean much to me.) So that's where I am with this job. It's a means to some better unknown out there for me. By the time I leave I'll have a college degree, an internship (with a great title) with a big name company on my resume, and a job that I've held for 2 years. The pluses are that I've made some good friends who I like to hang out with (and some other cool people I don't really see outside of work) and I mostly have fun while I'm working. I resent that one petty person who had nothing in this world but this job and a whole lot of bitterness has now made a dark cloud descend over everything. Of course I'm watching my back when she's around, but now she's just finding ways to seep in to other things. It would be nice to say that I feel sorry for her that her world is so small. But no, I'm angry. I'm angry that something very small in the scope of my life (present and future) is now one more thing looming there every day. Actually, I love that clearly I threaten her, though. I love it and squeeze it and call it "George." posted by Jenny on 7/04/2003 12:49:00 AM |
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Wow (Crappy day to be in Altadena)
(I take that back, Altadena and Santa Fe Springs)
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Cubicle Life is Draining. As I was typing that, I heard an "Aw man..." followed by a sigh, a pause, and the tip-tapping of keys. At least I'm not the only one. Me (12:48:43 PM): OH. DID I TELL YOU THAT TODAY IS POPPY'S BIRTHDAY? Her (12:48:50 PM): um Her (12:48:51 PM): yes Her (12:48:58 PM): we talked about it yesterday Her (12:49:01 PM): her two in one week (i reminded my dad last night to call his mom today. we talked about "two in one week" refering to "her dates". that's how she refers to dead people's birthdays at the day they died. she completely shuts down for a few days around each one, but this week, there are two coming.) Me (12:49:16 PM): RIGHT, I FORGOT IF YOU WERE THERE OR NOT Her (12:49:58 PM): thanks Me (12:50:12 PM): WELL, YOU'RE VERY QUIET... SOMETIMES Her (12:50:31 PM): shut up Me (12:50:48 PM): HAHA, MAKE ME! Me (12:51:21 PM): CHECK YOUR EMAIL, BTW Her (12:51:28 PM): ok Her (12:51:32 PM): why are you talking in caps Me (12:51:44 PM): I'M TYPING STUFF THAT HAS TO BE IN CAPS Me (12:51:50 PM): OBNOXIOUS, ISN'T IT? Her (12:52:10 PM): yes Her (12:52:13 PM): very Subj: i don't think i'm going to make it. Date: 7/2/2003 12:57:49 PM Pacific Standard Time From: Me To: Him (at work) i don't think i can do a whole day today. compounded with the fact that i didn't come in until noon, i can't see myself staying here much longer. oh, the agony. maybe i need someone to dump cold water on me. although, that'd affectively make my computer unusable for the day, i suppose. (affectively or effectively in that situation. it'd do an effective job, is affective even a word? if not, it should be.) you ever notice that sometimes, on any other day, the task before you would be easy. but today, it's just undoable. i'm pretty sure that at this point, people have noticed that i don't have a spread sheet open. it sure seems like a lot of people have been walking by lately. i SHOULD be on my toes about stuff like that... i've just noticed that the other intern has a really big gladware full of cherries on her desk. i bet she'll stain something. i'll continue to monitor the situtation. (Ooh, I just totally got caught when I was cutting and pasting that, my bad.) Ok, so I'm sitting here entering stuff in to a database using Access. The annoying part about it is, there's lots of identical entries. So i decide I'm going to count how many of each one I need, and then copy and paste. But even counting is tedious, and copying and pasting even more so. But I actually have a use for the hundreds of post it pads that appeared in my cubicle last week (many varied sizes, it's so exciting). I can't find any pencils ( I used to have one, but there's no sharpener, and i left it at the other desk). I do have a drawer full of pencil lead, which doesn't do me much good. Anway, I'm twiddling a non-erasable pen with an eraser on top ?, thinking that I should go get a roll of Bottlecaps and a drink, when all of a sudden I accidentally fling it towards the wall of my cubicle. That is when I discovered that there's an inch and a half gap between the wall and my desk. And a little tray that catches whatever rolls/falls back there. As I'm reaching down there I'm thinking that it should just fall through to the floor, because for amongst other reasons, I'm afraid of what I'll find from sticking my hand down there. I find the pen, but it's catching on all kinds of rims any way I try to pull it out. So I stand up to actually look down at what I'm doing and... Smack! My head hits the overhead metal cabinet so hard I rock the whole row of cubicles with a loud "Bang!" I continue to lean over the desk pretending like I'm looking for the pen (which I've already recovered), but really I'm just waiting for everything to stop spinning. This is when I decide I need to go get something to eat. Next, I'm walking outside the building (the exit opens up on to a fake movie street with a few little places to eat, and a gift shop.) I start to think that I'll go get a latte, mmm latte. Then, when I get there I remember that the last time I got a bagel, and the guy gave me 2 packets of cream cheese. I only used 1. But now I'm thinking, mmm, lots of cream cheese with a little bit of bagel. mmm cream cheese and cold, milky, espresso. Unfortunately, the girl didn't get the memo, and I returned to my office to find 1 packet. (Though now that I'm finished, I've remembered that I left the extra in the fridge last time). Also, why is there no way to evenly distribute artifical sweetener throughout a 16 oz drink? Is it the foam the messes things off? So until I started this, I was sitting at my desk, trying not to get poppy seeds on anything, eyesight still a little fuzzy, and I decide to check my e-mail. No response to the above e-mail. Had I gotten one, I was prepared to tell the stpry about smacking my head. But I didn't. I feel this begs the question... Which is more uplifting, e-mail from the ex, or a bagel as a lunchtime snack? Bagel, hands down. Mmm, cream cheese. Though he better not agree with me, getting e-mail from me is the highlight of anyone's day... posted by Jenny on 7/02/2003 02:45:00 PM |
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