Thursday, August 19, 2010
Woah
Oh....hey. I have a blog. I just found this by accident. Absolutely nothing has changed. Except that I found twitter. Oh, and I live with "JB" now. Maybe I'll update this every once and again.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Boston Pride
So, I've had this blog for like a week and a half and am already seriously slacking. Bad news. You all(three of you...I think. That's if all of you are even reading it)are going to have to bare with me while I get this incomplete paper finished, because I'm spending every spare second at work trying to get it done and am then either napping or working when I'm home. But so much to say! So much rage to vent! I want to say it's a good thing I don't really have time to write, or this blog would be really, really "bloggy" and I didn't set this up for that. But quickly:
My boss is about to take over the entire courthouse management office. As of now we occupy a small corner in the back, but when it comes July 31st, everybody in the management office now is getting canned and he's taking over with his own staff(right now we just do maintenance for the courthouse). So, needless to say, there's much to be done. I'm just kind of pissed because when I started this job there was NOTHING to be done because it was still unclear who was taking over the office Aug. 1st(whether it would be us or BCMA who runs it now). I could bring my books and try to get work done...I've come to expect this. My boss now has a month to get ready to run the entire Boston courthouse, so I understand he's stressed, but today he loaded a 147 pg document on the computer with NINE HUNDRED AND NINETY SEVEN CODES on it(this isn't one of my exaggerations) and asked me to make sure every code was present on the 24 page hard copy of the report...I had to cross-reference 997 codes, and write down any that were missing. This took roughly eight, eye bleeding hours as my eyes darted from ancient computer screen to ancient document. As I did this, my boss sat in the conference room and watched the Celtics parade...
That's right: the parade. We had a parade today because one of our teams won a championship! Isn't that exciting?? Boston teams never win championships...oh, wait, there's a fucking parade here every month. All the roads close, everybody who might drive to work gets on the T, and all the rabid parade-goers use the T as well. Get to know your neighbor. The 35 year old with the green knee socks and Celtics headband which includes little bobbly four leaf clover ears. Girl, you look awesome. Don't let anybody tell you to get an effing life, least of all me. You were totally justified when you called out of work this morning(if you have a job) and painted your face like a five year old. We won a championship! And hey, it's great to see all the BU undergraduates again, too. Thank you for wearing skirts so short that I can see your uterus, otherwise I don't know how I'd identify you. I missed you.
Oh, and I'm in love with the other administrative assistant in the office, the one that runs the front desk...that makes three people right now, counting my boyfriend....
So I got bloggy....
My boss is about to take over the entire courthouse management office. As of now we occupy a small corner in the back, but when it comes July 31st, everybody in the management office now is getting canned and he's taking over with his own staff(right now we just do maintenance for the courthouse). So, needless to say, there's much to be done. I'm just kind of pissed because when I started this job there was NOTHING to be done because it was still unclear who was taking over the office Aug. 1st(whether it would be us or BCMA who runs it now). I could bring my books and try to get work done...I've come to expect this. My boss now has a month to get ready to run the entire Boston courthouse, so I understand he's stressed, but today he loaded a 147 pg document on the computer with NINE HUNDRED AND NINETY SEVEN CODES on it(this isn't one of my exaggerations) and asked me to make sure every code was present on the 24 page hard copy of the report...I had to cross-reference 997 codes, and write down any that were missing. This took roughly eight, eye bleeding hours as my eyes darted from ancient computer screen to ancient document. As I did this, my boss sat in the conference room and watched the Celtics parade...
That's right: the parade. We had a parade today because one of our teams won a championship! Isn't that exciting?? Boston teams never win championships...oh, wait, there's a fucking parade here every month. All the roads close, everybody who might drive to work gets on the T, and all the rabid parade-goers use the T as well. Get to know your neighbor. The 35 year old with the green knee socks and Celtics headband which includes little bobbly four leaf clover ears. Girl, you look awesome. Don't let anybody tell you to get an effing life, least of all me. You were totally justified when you called out of work this morning(if you have a job) and painted your face like a five year old. We won a championship! And hey, it's great to see all the BU undergraduates again, too. Thank you for wearing skirts so short that I can see your uterus, otherwise I don't know how I'd identify you. I missed you.
Oh, and I'm in love with the other administrative assistant in the office, the one that runs the front desk...that makes three people right now, counting my boyfriend....
So I got bloggy....
Sunday, June 15, 2008
In Remembrance
OK, so I promised you a blog after I did some work...that obviously never happened, so I didn't blog. I'm sure everybody was devastated. I also promised you in the coming attractions feature of the blog an explanation of how this blog has already gotten me in trouble. That will come as well. There's something else on my mind today(besides the fact that it's father's day..and my father and I are kind of estranged. I just couldn't find the "thanks for cheating on my mother multiple times" card I was looking for to really sum up how I feel)...
14 years ago on this date the world gained an angel...and lost somebody really, really special. She had the most free spirit of anybody I've ever known, and she was fearless. She loved her daughters more than I've ever seen any mother love their children. She was my mother when I thought my dad was dead. She was my mother's best friend, and I know that my mother has never even tried to find another one...for she was irreplaceable. She wanted me to learn to swim so badly that she jumped into her own pool fully clothed to demonstrate how easy it could be. She let us ride in the back of the station wagon so we could wave at the other drivers. She never got tired of hearing me sing, or watching our performances, or generally being excited about life. Most of all, she's responsible for the spirit of the person I love most in this world...a person who is truly her mother's daughter, and I can't think of a higher compliment. I hope it's okay that I'm writing about this; if it's not, please tell me and I'll take it down. R.I.P, Mrs. J....
14 years ago on this date the world gained an angel...and lost somebody really, really special. She had the most free spirit of anybody I've ever known, and she was fearless. She loved her daughters more than I've ever seen any mother love their children. She was my mother when I thought my dad was dead. She was my mother's best friend, and I know that my mother has never even tried to find another one...for she was irreplaceable. She wanted me to learn to swim so badly that she jumped into her own pool fully clothed to demonstrate how easy it could be. She let us ride in the back of the station wagon so we could wave at the other drivers. She never got tired of hearing me sing, or watching our performances, or generally being excited about life. Most of all, she's responsible for the spirit of the person I love most in this world...a person who is truly her mother's daughter, and I can't think of a higher compliment. I hope it's okay that I'm writing about this; if it's not, please tell me and I'll take it down. R.I.P, Mrs. J....
Saturday, June 14, 2008
No blogging until I do some work...no blogging until I do some work. It's 2:11 PM and I'm unfed and unmedicated(also still in the pjs). Until I do something about all of these things and hopefully have some quality time with a friend who, at this point, is feeling neglected(Immanuel Kant)....no blogging. But later, my pretties, later. I'm sure you're on the edge of your seats...
Thursday, June 12, 2008
An addendum/clarification
First things first, you'd think that the commute home(I have to use three different fucking lines)would be slow, heinous, suffocating experience wherein I lose all personal boundaries because of my fellow 9-5ers, wouldn't you? That's why they call the time I get out of work "rush hour." Surprisingly enough, it's not the other commuters that are sucking slowly at my will to live. It's the Red Sox fans. The Red Sox fans are packing themselves onto every single line that comes within a five mile radius of Fenway Park. With their coolers and their fanny packs and their general wonder, this being their first train ride ever. They don't know to hold onto the damn poles, they're bouncing back and forth across the car like pin balls, and they seem to lack very basic skills(Kandy Kane, I know you like the Sox..I like the Sox. This is more a statement concerning tourists and drunks). The point is it's only been two days and I don't know how much longer I can take it. I should also say that the Celtics fans are no better...
Clarification: Burberry will, indeed, being enjoying two homes, not moving to a new one. JB has nice furniture, and she will ruin it. As it is, the whole hour we were in Petco getting a whole new set of cat stuff for his apartment he repeated "This is how much I love you" while waiting for his medal. JB feels bad for Burberry because she's neglected....love is a strong word. I'm just happy she'll no longer be alone on the weekends, even though I'd rather not spend them with her. Oh, and you can refer to him by his real name in the comments...I just use that nickname(given to him by his parents, I can't remember why) here so that he can't do a blog search using his name. Not that he ever would. Coming Attractions: Stay tuned for the next post...I'll explain how, with this very blog, I've already inadvertently done something to JB that I consider more hurtful than my finding his or any of the things I read. Hence the URL change.
Clarification: Burberry will, indeed, being enjoying two homes, not moving to a new one. JB has nice furniture, and she will ruin it. As it is, the whole hour we were in Petco getting a whole new set of cat stuff for his apartment he repeated "This is how much I love you" while waiting for his medal. JB feels bad for Burberry because she's neglected....love is a strong word. I'm just happy she'll no longer be alone on the weekends, even though I'd rather not spend them with her. Oh, and you can refer to him by his real name in the comments...I just use that nickname(given to him by his parents, I can't remember why) here so that he can't do a blog search using his name. Not that he ever would. Coming Attractions: Stay tuned for the next post...I'll explain how, with this very blog, I've already inadvertently done something to JB that I consider more hurtful than my finding his or any of the things I read. Hence the URL change.
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