Gimme a W!

W!!! Gimme a T! T!!!!! Gimme an F! F!!!! What does it spell?!?!? WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?

That is my response to today. I mean, most Mondays suck for most people, amiright? Several things contributed to my overall response:

A) Several people having "issues" with taking a required training session dealing with my particular area of expertise. As the junior associate of my group, with the Lead out most of the time working on special ops, I am the one that gets to enforce the training and subsequent test taking which, as I said, is REQUIRED. Some people think they don't have time for a 15 minute training & test. Some people have tried, but "the page doesn't load" or "I keep getting an error" or "I don't think my PC is compatible with this training SW". Seriously? STFU people. I have more important shit to get done than listen to you whine. You have an issue- call the f-ing help desk, put in a trouble ticket, or bitch to your manager about how you're "special and shouldn't be forced to waste precious time" on my GLOBALLY REQUIRED TRAINING & TEST!

B) Our client is trying to pull a fast one on us, not following THEIR OWN security protocol, and basically throwing a fit because I refuse to allow their little trick to go through as it stands. I will not have MY company (and more specifically ME) be blamed when later on, something comes back to bite someone. That ass that gets bitten will NOT be my company's, or mine.

C) Interrupting people is rude. If I have my headphones in, am on the phone, or seem to be incredibly engrossed in what is on my computer screen, DON'T JUST START TALKING AT ME and then expect me to know WTF you are talking about, and how to solve your problem. I don't come up to you when you are in the middle of something and just start rambling about my issues and expect you to 1- Follow my line of thinking or 2- Help me immediately.

D) My mother. What.A.Bitch. I was at work from 8am until 6pm today. It was a busy day, and since I have more energy earlier in the week, I try to work as much as I can on Monday (and sometime Tuesday) to get the shit that needs to get done, done. Now, keep in mind that whilst Jorge went to visit family & go to a wedding this weekend (she departed at like 5am Thursday) I had to watch her dog and keep the house from burning down. So that meant of course feeding the dogs, tidying up, doing dishes obv all the normal stuff. And she had wanted me to dust and vaccuum which never occurred. Because I  went on Saturday to discuss my benefit options for next year (health insurance and whatnot) with my dad, and then went to the Cider Mill with K, C and the baby. Didn't get home till late (though mind you, I did stop home and take Bailey Mae out and feed her so I was NOT neglecting the dog) and then Sunday I slept in, but then had some errands to run (including getting more dog food). Of course, Thursday and Friday I worked, so I wasn't gonna be vaccuuming during those days. So I got home this evening, like 6:45ish, and I go to go in my room to drop my purse (because Allah forbid that I leave it out in the common areas) and I find that I cannot open my door without really shoving it open. Why might that be, I wonder (as I am sure you are)? Because mother decided to roll the vaccuum with its stupid hose attachments and the cord (unwound, so all messy and tangly and everywhere) in my room, just inside the door. Now, was this a "I'm going to stick this right where you see it so you know that I'm mad you didn't vaccuum" thing? Or was it a "someone is stopping by and I don't want the vaccuum out in the hallway where I left it for you to find so you could dust and vaccuum"? I don't know*. But I don't really give a hoot which scenario it was. It pissed me off. It is just rude. Rude. Rude. Rude.

So that was what made my Monday unreasonably sucky. That and the fact that one of my best friends at work was being Mr. Grumpy Gills.

On a brighter note, autumn is bursting into flame and bringing out the last of nature's wild, passionate emotion before it turns into an ice castle of gloom and death. I love the colors of sugar maples as they turn in autumn. It just feels so intense when you see the reds and oranges and yellows and coppers and persimmion and scarlet and ruby and gold and saffron....I could go on forever. The point is, the spectrum of beautiful colors is astounding. And with the bite in the air....it just elicits a rebellious feeling, like it is nature's last stand before the freeze, and damnit, nature is going to go out with a bang. It makes me feel like being rebellious too. Makes me long for some grand fiery passion in my life. Of course, that is ridiculous. One would have to go out and meet people, and over time, have one person become special and THEN you might get somewhere towards passion, but not likely. Takes a long investment of time and energy. And I hate going out. I am generally not a fan of people. Making that whole "finding a person to love" thing rather a bit of a challenge.

So that is where we stand. For today. Now, to finish my orzo and cheese (I love scrounging for food....like some sort of rat in a stranger's pantry) and then I'm hitting the hay. 10 hours at work with dumb humans and then coming home to a fucking vaccuum in my room, wears me out.


*the reason I do not know what the scenario was is because J is out at Bailey Mae's obedience class*

After a brief absence, we're back

So, at the behest of one of my absolute best friends and favorite people in the entire universe, Phillip Blackowl, I am returning to the world of blogging. Sometimes I really do miss it. And now, I have a distinct purpose.

Yes Phil, I will include my commentary on the day-to-day, but I will also be taking a page out of another dear friend, Kelly Hawkins', book. Or blog. In a former life, K-Hawk wrote about what I will term the "bumps in the road" of dating and single life. I myself have hit so many bumps that the car representing my love life is currently sporting 4 flat tires and perhaps a broken axle. So things of that nature may pop up from time to time. Or a lot.

Tonight though, perhaps just some ramblings. In my day, I try to be as observant as I can, to see what people do, hear what they say, and try to interpret what the heck is wrong with the world today. I don't often get a clear answer, but I am generally amused by what I take in. Plus, I'm a judger. I try not to judge out loud, but probably anyone should know ahead of time, I am most likely judging you. This may make me an awful human being, this may be the reason I am 27 and single with NO PROSPECTS AT ALL, this may be the reason for a lot of things. But it is how it is with me.

For example, if I work in the same office as you, I will judge your attire, your hair, and your makeup (if you wear makeup and have hair that is). I feel that all women should be comfortable in their own skin, and god bless you if you have Sophia Loren's self-confidence no matter how your body looks. However, being comfortable should also mean that you are comfortable in your clothes. They should fit you properly. You shouldn't feel your jeans pinching as a wad of muffin-top squeezes upwards, you shouldn't feel like you are in armpit shackles because the openings of your sleeves are so tight they are cutting off the circulation from your torso to your arms. You should NEVER wonder if anyone is going to notice your heinous panty lines that are way too visible through your slacks, skirts etc. Similarly, your clothing should not be so loose on you that you are constantly hiking up your pants, or crossing your arms over your chest because your shirt is so large on your body that there is a decent chance your cleavage will be making an appearance. You are in a place of business, you interact with the client, and the only casual days in the client dress code is Friday. Friday, go ahead wear some jeans and a t-shirt (though preferably one not bearing the logo of alcohol or with holes in it because it is your "comfy" shirt) but the rest of the week, dress like an adult in a work environment that requires business casual.


Of late, I can't say much about anyone's hair, but makeup, totally different story. I personally wear makeup because I like to enhance my features with it, and occassionally to cover up a blemish or lack of sleep (under eye baggage is one of my worst enemies). Generally, I try to look fairly natural, not going all crazy bright with the eyes or the lips, and I don't wear a Pepto-pink blush (I'm super pale. it just makes me look like a prostitute clown- which somehow reminds me of Toulouse-Lautrec and La Goulue). I keep things pretty light. I will sometimes coordinate my eyeshadow with whatever clothing I am wearing (much in the same way as I coordinate my undergarments with what I'm wearing- so yes, if you see me wearing black & leopard print, then my underwear DO match. impeccably) but try to do so in a way that, again, enhances my eyes and doesn't make me look like I'm trying to be an extra on SVU about hookers. One of the ways I keep my eyes from looking trashy is called primer, or base. I personally use L'Oreal Magic Perfecting Base, and Almay Perfect Base Primer. These products help keep your makeup where you want it. I see so many women during the day that have mascara or eyeliner all loaded into their undereye baggage. Now, first of all, waterproof mascara (which BTW also means SWEATPROOF!) has been around for a while now. And, with the help of a base, your liner can also stay where it is supposed to. Plus Primer and Base BOTH make your skin look fab before you even put ANY foundation or concealer or powder on. I actually rarely use foundation or concealer, because A) Estee Lauder's idealist has evened out my skin tone like you wouldn't believe, and B) I use base and primer to take care of any remaining redness or aberrations so that all I need is a very light translucent powder to keep from getting shiny. Then I apply my eye makeup, then cheeks (I use a luminescent pearl powder that has different very light shades of pinks and bronzes, but gives a lustrous look to my face and highlights my cheekbones perfectly) and then mascara last. And my makeup doesn't move. Ever. At all. I so desperately want to take a picture of my L'Oreal Magic Perfecting Base, and leave it on these women's desks with a note saying "this stuff is money for taking care of your eye makeup and preventing you from looking like a $6 prostitute after a binge night in Vegas". (Side note, I also want to leave anonymous notes regarding people's "work" attire, as forementioned in the previous paragraph, but have yet to find a way to do it sneakily enough that no one will find out it was me trying to save their poor, badly dressed and made up souls).

Ok I have to get to bed....thank goodness tomorrow is Friday. Maybe I'll go wild and hit up a bar tomorrow night, where I can casually observe (and judge) and maybe make a new friend. We'll see.

G'night kids....glad to be back
*and this is where you all say, glad to HAVE you back*
xxxxxx