I do not...

handle stress well.

Round and round

I really hate throwing people under the bus, but sometimes it just has to be done. A co-worker of mine made a stupid mistake. Surprisingly enough, the same co-worker I blogged about last week. I got yelled at by a customer and it was 100% her fault. I had to tell the boss about it because if he heard about it from the customer and not me, then I would've been listening to him yell at me about not "keeping him in the loop". So, as much as I wanted to help her out by keeping it a secret, I simply couldn't.

He's going to give it to her big time later...he's wicked pissed off about it. I feel bad for her, but what was I supposed to do?!?

Comedic encounter...

Yesterday, John and I were in f.y.e. (formerly Strawberries) in the Blackstone plaza. While John was paying for some cd's, I walked over to look at the list of upcoming shows. I mentioned something about Type O & Sevendust at the Palladium and then we both saw I.C.P. at the Palladium listed at the bottom. John said, "Oooh, I can go and get soaked in Faygo!"

About that time, the guy who had just paid for his things (a thirty-something, balding blond hair that had been dyed black but too long ago because the blond roots were showing, skinny, short, buck-toothed, pimply-faced loser in black parachute pants with chains) said, "Dude, watch it, don't dis them, I'm a wicked juggalo dude."

I say, "Oh, really?" He said, "Yeah, really." I said (in the most condescending tone I could muster), "I'm sorry." He said, "That's okay." and walked out. He was outside on his phone when we left..probably calling in the circus to beat us up.

Anyways.

Awwww.

My little sister, Julia. She's about 6 weeks now...like the bib? I bought her that...lol

Awww.

Obviously, blood ain't that thick.

With a bruised ego,
Hypocritical jerk whines,
Overreacting.

SERIOUSLY.

I work among RETARDS!!!!!!!!!

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Why can't people just f&*#ing DO what they are supposed to DO?!?!!?!?!?!

Hork!

I just drank (well, took one sip of) my first iced coffee. They are free today at Dunkin' Donuts, any flavor, small. So, I figured why not, right? It's free! Anyway, I ordered a caramel , light and added sweetener when I got back to the office and took a sip and nearly chucked it back up. It's like when I accidentally take a sip of my hot coffee after it's gone cold. Or, when I take a shot of a particularly unsavory alcohol. It didn't want to go down but I forced it. Now I have that "euygh" feeling in my throat.

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And she was like...and I was like...psh!

I was requested by my friend / co-worker to write this blog. It's just about this chickie that I work with who (and you will know this if you are a reader of my blog) drives me up a freakin' wall.

Yesterday, Ron (aka "The Glass Guy") sent a meeting request in Outlook to myself, the President, this chick and one other person. It's just regarding some logistics we need to have straight for an upcoming order. Well, Ron was standing in my office doorway chit-chatting (as is usually inevitable because no one passes by my door without me trying to chat them up) and chick-face came over and says, "No offense, but why is she involved in this meeting tomorrow?" I'm all like (in my head), "No offense, but why does your face have to look like that?" Anyway, I asked Ron, "Yeah, why am I in this meeting?" Ron said, "Because the President requested her presence.", to chickie. At which, I turn to chick(ass)face and say, "BOOYAH!", with hand motion and all. It was so good. You should have been there.

In other news, my good friend, upon hearing that I was upset a couple weeks ago, actually bought us MATCHING New Kids on the Block 1990 Summer Tour t-shirts!!!! No one is ever going to beat that. Trish, you rock. We are going to be so bad when we rock those shirts. O, UBAD? O, Hell yes.

I got a new toy!

As many of you probably know, I have a tiny obsession with Christian Bale. Imagine my excitement when I saw my new toy on sale at Newby's for $15!!! His name, is Patrick Bateman:

and he talks! AND he even comes with a little business card!!! He's 18" tall and I SO bought him right away.

Also, if you haven't seen it yet, do yourself a favor and go see 300. It was so good and pretty and different...

and ladies, let me tell you...PLENTY of eye candy here. Every single one of those guys was jacked. It was hot. But really, the movie was fantastic...the muskles were just a bonus :)

Also, we saw Last King of Scotland. Forest Whitaker was frightening and so believable as Amin. Unless you catch a matinee at the cheap theater, it doesn't need to be seen on the big screen (unlike 300 which a small screen couldn't do justice), but I recommend it nonetheless.