One of the worst presents I ever received was from an old boyfriend's mom. She looked like Stevie Nicks and was likely very high when I ate an awkward Italian dinner with her and the ex but that was before I knew what being high meant or what people looked like when they were high. She asked me a lot of questions like I was an adult but I was only 14.
His dad was my art teacher and would thank me for "being a good influence" on him. Which again, looking back was another really strange thing to say to a 14-year-old. At the end of our stupid dinner she gave me a gift. I think her gift that night soured me on socks forever.
I know they're not socks, really. They're more like completely useless crocheted hippie foot jewelry that inappropriately links your toe to your ankle. Doesn't matter. I was forced to wear them whenever we saw his mom and therefore I will boycott socks forever. Sorry Becky, blame Stevie Nicks.
Also, her son was a massive asshole.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
Liar, liar, pants on fire
They say it takes about a year to feel like you have your bearings in a new job and I feel like I finally, after a year and a half, get to experience that feeling. I can tell you what I do and about my to do list and what I want the job to look like moving forward.
Sadly, it apparently it takes longer to lose the pain of NOT getting a job. Last week I had an exchange with a coworker who unsuccessfully applied for this position and it was simultaneously not my proudest moment but also very satisfying.
I had a technical issue and contacted our IS staff. They came by, coworker intervened:
IS: Hey, just wanted to come by and check if you were able to resolve the issue...
me: Oh ya! I found the right database! It was just linked in that other place but now it's not; it's ok...I can access it from wherever it lives...
him: [scurries out of his cube] Oh, ya, I've been really worried about her
me: You don't need to worry about me...stay in your lane.
him: [something about the database, I forget...]
me: We're talking about the one that [a former coworker] built..
him: I know, I helped put all of that together.
me: Mmmm...I don't think so...this is the one he built...
him: "Are you calling me a liar?"
me: "I guess I am!!!"
Oh the exciting positioning of egos. I'm just tired of the whole "my dick is bigger than yours" thing with this guy. I don't want to brag, but...
anyway.
Why is everything going by so quickly? I want to savor January and it is rushing itself. Please stop!
Sadly, it apparently it takes longer to lose the pain of NOT getting a job. Last week I had an exchange with a coworker who unsuccessfully applied for this position and it was simultaneously not my proudest moment but also very satisfying.
I had a technical issue and contacted our IS staff. They came by, coworker intervened:
IS: Hey, just wanted to come by and check if you were able to resolve the issue...
me: Oh ya! I found the right database! It was just linked in that other place but now it's not; it's ok...I can access it from wherever it lives...
him: [scurries out of his cube] Oh, ya, I've been really worried about her
me: You don't need to worry about me...stay in your lane.
him: [something about the database, I forget...]
me: We're talking about the one that [a former coworker] built..
him: I know, I helped put all of that together.
me: Mmmm...I don't think so...this is the one he built...
him: "Are you calling me a liar?"
me: "I guess I am!!!"
Oh the exciting positioning of egos. I'm just tired of the whole "my dick is bigger than yours" thing with this guy. I don't want to brag, but...
anyway.
Why is everything going by so quickly? I want to savor January and it is rushing itself. Please stop!
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