Friday, March 05, 2004
101. Word games
102. Vivid pink towels
103. Irony
104. Classic lines
105. Midnight
106. Old games (Mr. Fox, Red Rover)
107. Scooters
108. Crab soccer
109. Parachutes
110. 3 legged relay races
111. water balloons
112. A&W Cream Soda
113. Nail polish + manicures
114. Nail Polish Remover
Well, a few days makes a difference. Today I had nothing to do, and instead read manuscripts and generally made myself look busy all day. It’s depressing, though, because some of the stuff is kinda good. And I know that it won’t sell here. I don’t like the vast majority of books my agency does…in fact, I’m close to ashamed of some of them.
Anyway, since the new guy’s here, and the temp is too, there are really too many of us for what has to be done (except for the busy moments when we could use two more). So we’re splitting the crappy errands between the three of us, which means that we’re all doing significantly fewer crappy errands.
Actual conversation at work:
Big Boss: I didn’t like her when she worked here. But at least she had a nice rack.
Boss: Um…I don’t think you’re supposed to say that.
Big Boss: Why the f*** not?
Boss: Because you’re not!
Big Boss: I didn’t say it about someone here now! She’s not here anymore! So why the f*** can’t I say it?
Boss: Because it could make someone feel that it’s a hostile working environment…
Big Boss: F*** you! Bulls***! How?
Boss: Because you could be looking at current employees racks and comparing them as well!
Big Boss: Oh…
The female agent, temp, and intern stare at each other in disbelief and laugh silently behind the partition.
TOTALLY did not get it. Same goes for slurs on everyone…hell, he even makes fun of fat people, and he is one! I don’t get how anyone can not get it so thoroughly.
And no, I didn’t whip out my Women’s Studies on his ass…I was running for the train, so I poked my head around the corner, said, “Goodnight, I’m out of this hostile working environment,” and left them laughing.
What else…I wore a skirt to work…simply incredible how many more friends I make in a skirt. Beautiful spring day, 60 degrees, sunny, a little breezy…I couldn’t help walking around with a big dopey smile on my face. That and the skirt and boots attracted some kind of attention. Side note: Why is it that honking and “hey sexys” make me uncomfortable, but whistling and “hey beautifuls” do not? Maybe it’s the fact that a larger percentage of the guys who say sexy turn around and follow for half a block. Not cool. Although I almost wanted him to get close enough so I could shove a boot into his big mouth…but beside the point. Jerk.
I watched the thing on Diana tonight…sad lady…made me sad for her. I do wonder if she was murdered…it really is the only thing that makes sense, terrible as that is, and as much as I wish to believe that no man could want to harm the mother of his children. Sigh.
Reading a VERY interesting book today…a novel novel, if you will. Written entirely in sonnets. Blitz for a detailed analysis. ;-) I haven’t finished it yet but I think I’d recommend it, if just for its insane technical merit, but the story is really good too, thusfar! I plan to be finished tomorrow, so I’ll let you know.
I think I hope Martha goes to jail…we all know she did it, why do we feel sorry for her? I didn’t think she should at first, but after reading about it I do believe she screwed a whole lot of people. And I feel sorry for her, but she did it, and she knew better (isn’t she on the stock market board?? Which you have to take an oath to sit on?), and she lied about it. I don’t know if all this giant trial is worth it though.
Best invention ever: stick on hot pads for cramps. Up there with the wheel in my mind right now. Bravo.
There was water on Mars, hmm? I’d be more excited if I hadn’t just read a Dan Brown book about this whole NASA faking outer space evidence for things in order to secure an election…very strange timing.
Rumsfeld is an ass. Holding people without charging them or giving them access to lawyers is unconstitutional. How can he argue that?
Seeing a trailer for Troy gave me double shivers: One for the hot men and one for the excitement of seeing an epic come to life. Ah, English majors. (Wow am I scattered tonight!)
My orange hair lover grows impatient…he’s purring insistently.
So tired. Think I’m getting sick…body gearing up for the fight. I know, I know, I took vitamin C, thanks. ;-) Going to snuggle with my boy and sleep. Dream sweet!
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102. Vivid pink towels
103. Irony
104. Classic lines
105. Midnight
106. Old games (Mr. Fox, Red Rover)
107. Scooters
108. Crab soccer
109. Parachutes
110. 3 legged relay races
111. water balloons
112. A&W Cream Soda
113. Nail polish + manicures
114. Nail Polish Remover
Well, a few days makes a difference. Today I had nothing to do, and instead read manuscripts and generally made myself look busy all day. It’s depressing, though, because some of the stuff is kinda good. And I know that it won’t sell here. I don’t like the vast majority of books my agency does…in fact, I’m close to ashamed of some of them.
Anyway, since the new guy’s here, and the temp is too, there are really too many of us for what has to be done (except for the busy moments when we could use two more). So we’re splitting the crappy errands between the three of us, which means that we’re all doing significantly fewer crappy errands.
Actual conversation at work:
Big Boss: I didn’t like her when she worked here. But at least she had a nice rack.
Boss: Um…I don’t think you’re supposed to say that.
Big Boss: Why the f*** not?
Boss: Because you’re not!
Big Boss: I didn’t say it about someone here now! She’s not here anymore! So why the f*** can’t I say it?
Boss: Because it could make someone feel that it’s a hostile working environment…
Big Boss: F*** you! Bulls***! How?
Boss: Because you could be looking at current employees racks and comparing them as well!
Big Boss: Oh…
The female agent, temp, and intern stare at each other in disbelief and laugh silently behind the partition.
TOTALLY did not get it. Same goes for slurs on everyone…hell, he even makes fun of fat people, and he is one! I don’t get how anyone can not get it so thoroughly.
And no, I didn’t whip out my Women’s Studies on his ass…I was running for the train, so I poked my head around the corner, said, “Goodnight, I’m out of this hostile working environment,” and left them laughing.
What else…I wore a skirt to work…simply incredible how many more friends I make in a skirt. Beautiful spring day, 60 degrees, sunny, a little breezy…I couldn’t help walking around with a big dopey smile on my face. That and the skirt and boots attracted some kind of attention. Side note: Why is it that honking and “hey sexys” make me uncomfortable, but whistling and “hey beautifuls” do not? Maybe it’s the fact that a larger percentage of the guys who say sexy turn around and follow for half a block. Not cool. Although I almost wanted him to get close enough so I could shove a boot into his big mouth…but beside the point. Jerk.
I watched the thing on Diana tonight…sad lady…made me sad for her. I do wonder if she was murdered…it really is the only thing that makes sense, terrible as that is, and as much as I wish to believe that no man could want to harm the mother of his children. Sigh.
Reading a VERY interesting book today…a novel novel, if you will. Written entirely in sonnets. Blitz for a detailed analysis. ;-) I haven’t finished it yet but I think I’d recommend it, if just for its insane technical merit, but the story is really good too, thusfar! I plan to be finished tomorrow, so I’ll let you know.
I think I hope Martha goes to jail…we all know she did it, why do we feel sorry for her? I didn’t think she should at first, but after reading about it I do believe she screwed a whole lot of people. And I feel sorry for her, but she did it, and she knew better (isn’t she on the stock market board?? Which you have to take an oath to sit on?), and she lied about it. I don’t know if all this giant trial is worth it though.
Best invention ever: stick on hot pads for cramps. Up there with the wheel in my mind right now. Bravo.
There was water on Mars, hmm? I’d be more excited if I hadn’t just read a Dan Brown book about this whole NASA faking outer space evidence for things in order to secure an election…very strange timing.
Rumsfeld is an ass. Holding people without charging them or giving them access to lawyers is unconstitutional. How can he argue that?
Seeing a trailer for Troy gave me double shivers: One for the hot men and one for the excitement of seeing an epic come to life. Ah, English majors. (Wow am I scattered tonight!)
My orange hair lover grows impatient…he’s purring insistently.
So tired. Think I’m getting sick…body gearing up for the fight. I know, I know, I took vitamin C, thanks. ;-) Going to snuggle with my boy and sleep. Dream sweet!
