Anger

So there is a guy in our office who I like to think of as a pretentious fuck wad...
PFW was at lunch with the nerds today, thinking he was part of the group...
He had the fucking nerve to ask me if I was taking my cats along with me to NY?! Um...duh, they are my cats, more like my children! He said that if it were him he would leave them behind. Okay I don't know how things are handled in insensitive bastardville, where he clearly lives, but not only am I the wrong person to say that to, that is just so not cool to even say. The poor Spicy cat was left behind...and when I explained this story to him, he lost interest and started talking about himself. Her ears were crunchy on the top from frost bite! How sad...
If I could have gotten away with it, I would have reached across the table (he was sitting across from me) and shoved his pretentious knife and fork down his pretentious fucking throat. You don't just throw out your pet when you move or are tired of it. It is a responsibility!? People like him make me feel physically sick. And I have to say that if I were to continue working here, I would have a very hard time dealing with his shit. That just isn't right...at all.

I cried last night...

watching Dr. 90210! What the fuck is wrong with me?! Seriously, don't answer that...

No really, I am a mess, first off, my 'store closed', if you don't understand what that means, please don't ask! Right, so my store closed, and I am quitting the job I have been working at for 6 years, leaving all the people (sure I don't like most of them, but it is kind of like the crazy family members that you tolerate, kind of dislike) I have seen every day for the past 6 years...and I am moving out of state. So needless to say I am a tad bit more emotional than I really normally am!

Well that and **SPOILER ALERT** -- Dr. Rey's family dog died...it was really sad...it bothers me when animals die. And they were showing happy pictures of the family together with the dog. The best part was they actually had the dog buried in a coffin in a pet cemetery (no not the scary one!). As funny as it was, it was really sad...Dr. Rey's wife was a mess...which just ended up making me cry more. Yeah it was bad!

But on a more exciting topic, today is the LAST TIME that I will be blogging from work...okay that is sad too... but it is my last day of work, and there is some excitement to that. My exit interview is at 9...I may have to leave after it is over, darn, I was hoping to stay all day!

Wish me luck! :-)

6 weeks!

I haven't really shared this with many people, and really it isn't that big of a deal, but I haven't had a ciggy for 6 weeks...not even one. Zip, zero, zilch...none...in 6 weeks, well 6 weeks tomorrow.
Not really sure what made me completely give them up, but I have...

It hasn't been easy, and I have definitely had some killer cravings. But the other week I realized that yuck-o, the smell of ciggy's is freaking disgusting. Okay, duh, I know...but this is pretty much the first time in my life I have been 100% ciggy free.

My mom smoked while she was preggers with me, in her defense it was the 70's...and obviously both my parents smoked the entire time I was a child. I had my first one when I was 12, it of course made me cough and choke, and I didn't pick up another one until I was 16. Even then I didn't inhale...yeah I know that is what everyone says!!

So even two years ago when I stopped buying them, I still smoked maybe 2 or more a week...except for when I was in Las Vegas for S's wedding in February...but hey what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?! ;-)

Anyway, it has been 6 weeks...still not easy, but at least I think it smells now! That has got to count for something!!

Traditions

Yesterday was Thanksgiving...yummy food day. I don't really celebrate holidays for their real meanings. Just like Columbus day, sure it is great to have that day off, but Columbus really didn't 'discover' America...not really. The pilgrims, well they weren't really that great of people either...they stole from the Indians and gave them diseases...neither of which is really admirable! Somewhere down my ancestry line there is some Native American blood, so I have to defend them in some way!

Anyway, the point of this post is about traditions...the real reason I like holidays. For those of you who know me well, you will know that I HATE change, any form of it, it makes me panicky and more bitchy than normal. The last few years, my family has changed all my holiday traditions...it sucks.

The whole thing started about 4 years ago when my grandfather passes away...
Basically they decided that they really didn't like each other enough to continue having holidays together (um, that is fine, but they kind of bailed on my grandmother!). So we stopped doing family holidays....sure we all didn't get along, my Uncle can be a prick, but still we are family...it was sad...but whatever.

This year it was rumored that we may have Thanksgiving together again, of course it didn't happen...my cousin M and I were pissed about it. No one else really seemed to care...families are strange.

Hopefully Christmas will be better, we do actually get together for that holiday...so at least I have some family fun to look forward to!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

PMS or PISSY...

The intern is here today, it is my last day having to deal with him. And really he is a nice person, who is probably not as smart as the average rock, but he means well. Today however, his voice sounds much like angry finger nails continuously running down a chalk board...arugh...he just keeps talking to me, and it is about nothing. He asked me what my plans are for Thanksgiving...who cares about that crap?! Then he asked me if I was going shopping on Friday...he is fucking nuts?! As far as I can tell only fat, annoying, mean people (bargain shoppers)shop on black Friday! Besides, I work. He is just dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb!

Oh dear god, shoot me...now he is chatting with 'big boy'...gross. 'Big boy' has a little thing for intern...yuck.

Oh and it gets better, my co-worker who likes to think she is my boss, told me to get with intern to go over work for him to do...do these people not realize that I have today, part of the day on Friday and then two days next week and I am done here?! That means I don't give a fuck anymore. I have successfully spent the last two days doing nothing and I plan to keep that trend up for the remainder of my time here.

Of course she was just at my desk asking me 'work' questions...these people seriously think that I care! I have hated this place for so many years...why are they trying to take away my fun of not caring?! Arugh...shut up...all these freaks are talking so loudly. So loudly...about dog clothes?! What the fuck is wrong with them!?

'Big boy' is talking about getting his own Tinkerbell just like Paris Hilton! Oh my god this fucking day can't end soon enough.

Grocery store drama.

Last night Grande and I had to kill some time away from the house...the good for nothing landlord was having an open house (in attempt to rent the place). Grande and I headed out for the grocery store to take care of some shopping. Of course we needed next to nothing, and we didn't want to buy anything extra that we would have to move, like butter. It didn't take us very long to do our shopping, about 20 minutes, we were supposed to be out for an hour. We proceed to the checkout line, of course we pick the shortest line, at least the shortest line available in a store the week of Thanksgiving. There we stand behind a young mother, her mother and the child of young mother. Sitting on top of their items are WIC checks...

For those of you who don't know me that well, in high school I worked at the local grocery store, so I am all too familiar with WIC checks and the people who use them. Not to be stereotypical, but usually the people who need to use WIC or other government assistance are generally not as smart as the average person...

This particular family were no exception to this rule...
Absolutely every item they had selected to be paid for with their WIC checks was incorrect...all of it! So not only did they have to jump out of line to replace it, the cashier did as well...needless to say we ended up standing in line for about 20 minutes (yep the time it took us to do our shopping). In that time about four other people behind us jumped out of the line into others and were well on their way home, while we were still standing there...waiting.

The best part of course is that mom of young girl with child was pissed at the time this whole situation was taking (it was her who had selected all the incorrect food in the first place!), she announces to the cashier that they are very pressed for time, because her daughter (mom to the child) needs to be home by 6 in order to have her house arrest bracelet put back on!!!! Wow...

After the happy family leaves, the grocery store employees were actually making fun of the whole strange situation...

I feel badly for the small child...she has no idea what type of family she has been born into!!

Needless to say with all of this drama, Grande and I managed to kill plenty of time, and arrived home exactly on the hour when the good for nothing landlord was getting ready to leave the house.

People irritate me.

I came into work this morning not feeling too great, I think I am getting the flu or something, tired, achy, sore throat, that kind of feeling, first thing I do each morning is go through my emails. Working part time is great, except for the large number of emails that fill up my inbox after I leave each day.

In my inbox there were three emails from a co-worker, they of course weren't just emails, they were meeting invites. I don't really care so much about having meetings, but it bothers me when they are scheduled for stupid times...

Let me back up for a second, next week is the week of Thanksgiving, a week when almost everyone in the office takes off. The rest of us left in the office take advantage of this by slacking off and leaving early. So here I am now scheduled for meetings for 2 hours up until the time I have to leave for the day. Who does this!? Who actually cares about working during a holiday week?! This is why people irritate me!

Since I am leaving and just generally don't give a shit anymore...I sent her an email stating that the meetings won't work for me. Instead of corresponding with me via email, she shows up at my desk to question me about it...it took me so off guard all I could say was that the time just didn't work. She looked confused (but that really might just be her natural look)...whatever, she finally left my desk...

I hate meetings, I hate pointless meetings (which I knew these would be), and I hate meetings scheduled on or around lunch time and at the end of the day! Especially the day before Thanksgiving...
Oh and my boss is out all next week, seriously I plan on doing a lot of NOTHING! She tried to take that fun away from me...damn her and her work ethic!

You would think things would be easier...

I am not really sure what I should have expected when quitting my job. But so far, I am busier than I have been in years right now. My boss has scheduled me for meetings almost everyday, all day for the next two weeks. And if that isn't bad enough, most of my crazy co-workers are pissed at me! Not my fault the company is understaffed, and soon to be severely crippled once I leave. However, since they are afraid of everyone else, they are being angry with me instead. How lucky for me?!

Oh well, two weeks exactly from tomorrow. The best part of this for me is that now I don't care, that nice part of me seems to be quickly slipping away...today I ratted out two girls in my department for missing a big meeting to my boss. LOL! The other girls couldn't keep a straight face. The old C would NEVER have done that. Now, really what do I have to lose?! It is not like they can fire me at this point...and really once I leave my job, I doubt I will ever talk to any of these people again...so really why not. They have spent years trying to F me over...now I guess it is pay back.

I just hope that after I leave they all (everyone there) realizes how much f-ing work I actually did. I have been under appreciated for far too long...

I DID IT!!

I did it, I quit my job. I lied about why, but it was a good lie to protect Grande. My boss and Grande's boss are married...and he hasn't told his boss yet about his plans, so I lied and said that I was quitting to focus on college. Like I said not a bad lie.

The good news is that it went really well...my boss wished me luck and said she was sorry to see me go.

Wow...I can't believe it. I have been looking forward to this day for so long...and now it is done. Kind of sad...

It never fucking fails!

The plan was to put in my resignation on Monday...it was a great plan, great way to start the week.

Then today, I come into the office, open my email, and there they are...meeting invites. Meeting invites that basically will keep me trapped in a conference room the entirety of the day. Which means there will be no spare time to talk to my boss. Great!

So in desperation and really the need just to get this over with, my stomach can only handle so much anxiety, I am going to do it today. Now of course my plan was to look nice on Monday to do this, dressing prettier just makes me feel more confident. But of course, today I haven't showered, my hair is a mess and I am wearing a tee shirt that says "Reading is sexy". Nice!
Just the look I was going for when resigning! ;-)

So anyway, wish me luck. I will need it. My boss sometimes shows signs of having MPD...depending on which personality I get today, I may get either thrown out a window or hugged! You just never know! ;-)

People are strange...

Knowing that I only have about two weeks and a few days left at my job, I have stopped paying attention to most things. In meetings I have been spacing out thinking about what needs to be packed, or other moving related thoughts. Having this extra time to zone out in meetings has given me the chance to be more observant of behavior, for instance, I happened to notice that my boss doodles.

Okay for those of you who haven't heard me talk of my boss before I will give you a bit of a back story on her.

She is like a dragon lady, very severe and scary. Always frowning, she even frowns when she smiles -- it is freaky! She barks out commands with out so much as a thank you. And when she gets angry her face gets real red and she sounds even scarier...

For 6 years (well almost...) I have managed to avoid her. Most of the time she was never my direct supervisor, so it was easy to steer clear of her. But now she is my direct manager, so I have a lot more interaction with her. And now that she is heading the project I am working on, I have tons of time with her.

And the other day I noticed that she doodles...
When I think of people that doodle, I think of people like the grammatically challenged co-worker. You know someone of a bigger size who is writing their name in puffy bubble letters with hearts and smiley faces. Not scary dragon lady boss. Hell, I don't even doodle. Okay occasionally I have thing for drawing three dimensional squares, but that is about it.

There isn't anything against it, all I am saying is that there is a type of person who generally doodles, my boss is not that type!

On another topic, today I got an email from scary boss telling me that on November 29 and 30 she would like me to go to Canada to meet with clients, and then again on December 6 and 7. Funny...I will no longer be working here on either of those dates! Strange...

back to normal...

okay now that i have created a new blog specifically for moving updates...this one is going back to its usual bitchy self...

so get this shit...
on monday afternoon, the office ran out of water....don't ask, i am not sure how something like that happens.
we ended up not getting water delivered until this afternoon, it was around 1...almost 48 hours with out water, in the office. it sucked.

i am an unusually thirsty person, no really, i may have a problem, i drink a lot, and the lack of water made me very thirsty. especially since i ended up drinking more coffee just to get some kind of liquid into my body. (grande, no pervy comment on that one!)

anyway, this is just another reason of why my place of work (hahahahahaha...only for another 2 1/2 weeks! -- wow...that feels so good to say!) sucks.

oh by the way, i know this isn't the moving blog, but it is the 'i hate my job' blog...guess what?!
i am putting my resignation in on monday, oh yes, this coming monday the 13th! woo-fucking-hoo!! :-) i can't wait, can't wait, can't wait, can't wait. almost to the point where sleeping is difficult from all the excitement.

oh right, sorry, but i have another move update...i know, i know...there is a blog for that, but i am here now...so deal with it!

grande is starting his new job on December 4, so we will be up in Ithaca a whole week earlier than i had previously reported. wow...how the hell are we going to get this entire house packed in three weeks?!

Check out the new blog

Hey everyone!

I set up a new blog specifically for any moving updates!
Be sure to check it regularly!!

Go to my profile for the new blog link.

Today is a proud day to be from PA!

I can only assume that last night's voting was probably my last time voting in the state of PA...and what a good voting night it turned out to be!!

Senate
Bob Casey Dem 2,189,335 59.05%
Rick Santorum GOP 1,518,553 40.95%

Governor
Ed Rendell Dem 2,251,356 60.47%
Lynn Swann GOP 1,471,888 39.53% - that percentage isn't even funny...kind of sad...

Moving Dates

Okay so I have an update on moving dates....

As of yesterday Grande officially accepted the job with ORIE at Cornell. He told them he would like to start on December 11. Since moving on a weekend is too damn expensive we are planning as of right now to move in the middle of the week, sometime around the 6 or 7 of December.

WOO-FREAKING-HOO! You know what that means!? I get to actually quit my job! How many months have I been threatening to quit?! So many...
And now I actually get to do it.

As of right now I plan to break the big news to my boss on probably November 20. The really ironic part of all of this is that week is my 6 year anniversary working for the company! LOL!

Last year my brother quit his job on his 4 year anniversary and I was so jealous, well NO MORE! Now I have my own ironic job quitting story.

Anyway, that is all the details I have at this time. As I receive more I will keep you all updated. And remember, please continue to look for places for us to live. Oh right and a job for me. I definitely am going to need a job. Thanks! :-)

So....who wants to help pack up my house?!

Guess what dear readers?!

Grande was offered a job today in Ithaca!!!!!!

So the big move is on...my mission is to now pack up the house (with help from Grande, oh he is totally not getting out of this one!!!) and of course to find a new place for us to live. So those of you readers who currently reside in Ithaca (oh yeah, talking to you Badger, O, you are always more than welcome to help as well and...JR you also seem to spend a lot of time in Ithaca!!!), help, please, please help!

We aren't too picky...3 bedrooms (for when my crazy PA family visits), 2 baths or even 1 1/2 would be great, but really more than 1 would be better than just 1. The place HAS to allow cats. HAS TO, No exceptions...and no Grande, we are NOT getting rid of Pookie! Um...dishwasher and A/C would be happy luxuries, but we have done with out them for a 1 and a half, so I am not set on having either, but of course they would be nice. If you really want to get into tiny details, hard wood floors would definitely be preferred over carpet. Price -- nothing too much. Remember readers, I am moving up there with out a job and a slightly pathetic savings account. So nothing super pricey. I think that is all my requirements. If I come up with more I will pass them along! Thanks again for any help!! :-) You have no idea how much I appreciate it!!

YEAH Badger!! I am so exciting!! :-) We can go on girl dates (no that isn't pervy...Grande!), to Gimmme Coffee for Vanilla Lattes!! :-)

Okay, so pass on the good news!

arugh...

okay you know, i like my private time...my space and not answering the door! i really dislike answering the door...

wasn't it enough last week that i had to answer the door for the neighborhood kids...for trick or treat?! really it should have been enough...

so here i am, laying on the couch with a fat purring kitty-cat...watching Gilmore Girls...when the door bell rings. in normal fashion, i ignore it. completely ignore it. when it rings again...followed seconds later with banging on my front door...
now of course because i am a slightly dramatic person (okay so maybe slightly more than slightly!!), being dramatic, i am thinking of all the horrible things that could have happened, some kind of neighborhood apocalypse or something...i don't know, a nuclear bomb, or maybe some kind of creepy serial killer running rampant around the neighborhood...

so you are not going to imagine my surprise when i open the door to find a slight fat nervous girl standing on my porch holding a big box of candy! her equally chubby father standing behind her...now of course, as you all know, i carry no cash, none, at all whatsoever. i apologize and say that i have no cash...which she responds to by stuttering something under her breath to me....um...huh, what?! her father then asks if they can come back at some other time...in my complete and utter surprise i said yes.

hopefully grande will be here to deflect and put an end to this candy selling insanity! arugh...that is all i have to say.

no further proof needed...

this morning someone at work sent out a 'remember to vote' email....included in the email was a link of incumbent senators. it includes a list of senators up for re-election this year and senators up for re-election in 2008.

the grammatically incorrect co-worker said that the email was confusing to her...
she didn't know what an incumbent was!?
what the fuck! how do you not know what incumbent means?!

oh my god, she was really serious...she was not even a joking a little bit, completely serious.
you can only imagine who she votes for!