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Sunday, December 7th, 2003
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10:56 am - i'm back
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i've returned from where ever it is that i've been.
i do not like the christmas holidays. they are a real spirit breaker.
just wanted to say that i'm alive. i've so much to do today and not enough time or willpower to do it all.
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| Sunday, September 14th, 2003
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12:51 pm - why do i torture myself so?
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i'm just going to have to start meeting ~ka at the movie theatre so i won't have to spend that extra time with him. he's so annoying. at the movies he kept telling me about reviews. it old him i don't read reviews because i prefer forming my own opinions. later he starts up with it again. and he says, he knows i don't read reviews so that's why he's telling me about them, because i don't read them. finally i say, let me put this in more basic terms, i think people who read reviews do so because they're too simple minded to form an opinion of their own. they need someone else to tell them what to think. at last, he stopped with the reviews. and did i mention he wouldnt' shut the fuck up when we went to see jeepers creepers 2? there was this brilliant moment, about ten minutes after i said, oh yeah, that dead guy is the guy that gets killed at the end of the first movie, when he suddenly realizes the time frame of the movie and explains it to me as if i hadn't figured it out about two seconds before it started. fuck.
so yesterday we saw 'once upon a time in mexico'. he called me thursday about going to see it saturday afternoon. told me to call him friday afternoon with the time schedule. i call him on friday tell him i couldn't get my internet to work, but i doubt i could make it any earlier than the one that's around 4pm or so. ok, fine, he wants the number where i'll be saturday. no. i don't think so. i'll call you when i get done doing whatever it is i'm going to do. so i get done, call him about 1:30 and what's he say - do i want to go see the movie today or tomorrow? i say, we're going to see it today, because on thursday and friday, that's what we agreed upon. i will not go see a movie with 'you' on sunday. you said saturday. yeah, still resentful about that other time.
go to the movie and i ignored him enough during it that he didn't talk all the way through it.
oh, and he still wont' stop with the babylon five bullshit. how many times do i have to say i don't like it i'm not interested in it, and the more ~ka talks about it the more i grow to hate it. yes, i even told him that on several occasions, that his talking about it doesn't make me curious or interested in it, it only makes me like it less, but it won't stop. he'll talk ten fifteen minutes at a time and i'm just staring out the window.
i did burn him at the concession when he had a little bit of an attitude with me. the combo came with a free candy. he told me to pick it [this time he chipped in $2 towards the combo. price $11.50 inc tax] he said something about me getting the cookie dough bites, but maybe this time he could have more than one of them. he was really saying this to the girl working the concession. not to me. says it twice, how he was only allowed to have one and they were FREE. i said, 'they're free to the person who paid for the combo is how i see it. you paid $1 which was approximately 1/3 of the cost of your drink, not to mention the popcorn which you dumped salt all over. i was entitled to the free candy. you're lucky i gave you any.' so then, being the sort of guy he is, he goes and dumps salt all over the popcorn. [and yet he complains that nothing can be done for his high blood pressure.]
after that movie we go to see what's on at the $1, but i didn't want to see anything else. so we go to have chinese food, and what do you know? he's got $7. where was that money when i was buying the combo? of course, what he orders is $9, plus he ate half the appetizer which was $5. but oh yeah, he did buy me a drink and candy on the way up there using his parents gas card.
then during dinner i get to listen to him talk about his drug addiction. he doesn't see it as curable. it's an inherant part of his genetic make up. i said it's a symptom, not the disease, but he keeps talking about how he's always going to be an addict. i say he has a highly addictive personality, case in point, babylon fucking five, because even though he knows i odn't want to hear about it, couldn't care less about it, and found it highly annoying and inconsiderate of him to constantly talk about it - knowing all that he still talked about it. yeah, but then he starts talking about how great it is some more.
after getting very fed up because he decides to take the interstate back to his house where my car is, which should have made the trip shorter, only it doesn't because instead of going 70 he's going 55 which means it takes even longer, and then we get to the movie theater in that town to see what's on during the week, he turns around in the parking lot, why i ask? because he needs to pick something else on and instead of taking the other way to go by there first, this way will take longer. i've lost my train of thought i know. he's not supposed to drink alcohol, but since he's got his parents gas card he buys some coolers. i didn't want one but took one just to waste it and oops, sorry, didnt' mean to throw that away when it was almost full. so he's going on about his addiction again and how if so and so will let him move in with her in b'ham and sleep on her sofa, everything will just be grand because he just needs to get away. i say, the problem is you don't want to get over your addictions, because then you'll have nothing to blame your problems on. suddenly you'll realize that the reason you have failed at so much has absolutely nothing to do with drugs.'
man, am i a great friend or what?
current mood:  annoyed
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| Thursday, September 4th, 2003
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8:03 pm - to continue a theme
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the former gm's credit cards appear to be all maxed out. and yet the co. is still trying to buy more stations. what's the big deal? how can they keep buying places if they don't have money.
if you're in radio in the southeast and you'd like to know if the people i used to work for [who will make your life a living hell] are trying to buy your station, just leave me a message with an email address or something and your call letters [am or fm] and i'll let you know. but please, you have to promise me if they do buy your station, the day they take over you'll do something totally insane or organize the whole company to walk out on that day. make sure to tell your salespeople to go to all their clients and tell them they'll need to stop doing advertisement with your station. ugh, radio people are such pussies. they're all afraid of losing their jobs or quitting. they'll put up with such abuse rather than take a chance on something better.
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3:59 pm - the sons of bitches!
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i just felt like saying that. the local locksmith told me that he was called out to change the locks at the radio station. they put different locks on the front and back so you'd need two keys. also they put in a cheaper lock, the type that uses a $2 key as opposed to $14. so he said they told him it was because an employee had quit. when he asked who they said [...] and he asked were they implying that they had even the slightest thought that i would steal from them. then they got all huffy with him telling him just to change the lock and mind his own business.
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1:38 pm - run to the bank now
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to all current employees of my former employers... run to the bank with your paycheck now!
seriously. do you think with all the radio stations they're buying that they've really got a lot of money? take a look at all the bills that go unpaid or aren't paid until third and fourth notices. by the way, as of today, there isn't enough money in the bank to cover payroll. can't tell you how i know. i just do.
ah, did i pick a good time to get out of there or what?
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| Thursday, August 28th, 2003
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6:07 pm - why why why
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5:13 pm - there's an article for everything
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did you know there are articles on 'how to write a weblog' or for a weblog or whatever? strange but true. i was doing a search for something else and came across them. apparently i'm doing the right thing not using upper-case, but to be truly cool i should use a lot of ... and just type...let the randomness roll... mmm hmmm
yes, i'm supposed to be writing an article...am i? does it look like i am?
it was a last minute favor of sorts. big hoo ha over a power plant being built...free lunch...free doodads...well, no, not free - it cost me my time...it was boring.
okay, i don't like the three little dots and i think i'm not supposed to ever hit enter and start a newline. the event was dull.e verything i needed to know was in the press release. the interesting stuff, or the stuff i find interesting wouldn't make a good article [at least not from the editor's view point]. the main speaker was talking about i don't know what and named the wrong town. not the town this thingie was taking place in, but some other. i think he was looking at the mayor of the town he mistakingly used. but i was sitting behind the information director for this company, perhaps both women were the pr people, but i only knew the one, and when he said the wrong name her head started going back and forth, looking from him, to the woman with her, to the audience, back and forth, she couldn't decide what to do. she was hoping he'd realize his error, laugh about it, explain it, she was trying to see who was pissed off about what he said, were people mad, were they laughing, did they think he was an idiot not knowing what town he building a 40 million dollar power plant in.
yes, i should be writing the article with all the bland facts, but i keep coming up with 101 reasons not to. for example, i'm waiting for ~ka to call. we're supposed to watch 'the crazies' tonight, a george romero film
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| Thursday, August 21st, 2003
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12:35 pm - just a story...
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this happened last november. ~cw was the receptionist. quite a weird woman, probably 42, very religious. her church once had a lot of sick people, so the pastor called for them all to join in a fast [named after a specific person] so that they could all be cleansed and heal the church of the sickness. she would sit there, eating her lunch, quietly staring at me. sometimes she would say 'sorry if i'm staring at you. there's nothing else to do.'
she had diabetes and used an insulin pump. for breakfast she would have french toast sticks and always asked for two little tubs of syrup. later she would say she'd like to have a milkshake except it was too much sugar.
she wasn't getting paid. she was on disability. her older brother and his wife helped her out, paying for her prescriptions which were about $250 a month. so the sister in law made ~cw come work in the office. sometimes the sisterinlaw would come by just to be condescending towards ~cw. she would make her completely clean off the top of her desk, reorganize everything, set her to doing some project, then she'd ask 'what time does the bank close?' and reprimand ~cw for doing something else before making the bank deposit.
one week ~cw was having headaches. we talked about them. her sugar had been on a rollercoaster ride. she had a doctor's appointment scheduled and also a cat-scan scheduled to find out why the headaches. i told her to let me know if she wasn't coming in to work. i didn't mind if she missed, but to let me know, because of that one time i had to call her brother to find out her home phone number and check on her. turns out the morning guy knew she was sick but failed to tell anyone else.
thursday came but not ~cw. right, she had a doctor's appointment or something. and her cousin had lunch with her that day when she ran in to her at the post office. friday came, but no ~cw. i called her house and got the answering machine. it wasn't her voice on it. i called later asking again where she was, hoped i wasn't bothering her if this was the day for her appointment, but she'd gotten a package, maybe her new insulin pump.
i went home for no particular reason. about ten minutes later i get a phone call from work. seems ~cw is probably dead. her neighbor had called saying her car hadn't been moved since she got home yesterday, she was supposed to have a cat-scan, but hadn't gone, and now she couldn't open the bedroom door. the guy at work told her to call the ambulance. we all knew the door wouldn't open because ~cw's body was blocking it.
i go back to work. funny i should pick that time to leave and miss the worst of it. ~cw was dead. her dog had escaped.
someone else at work had to call her brother, who owned the business. i think ~ch made the call. so ~ch gets through to the brother who is in a meeting and doesn't want to be bothered about his sister. ~ch says there's an emergency. the brother says there's always an emergency with his sister. so ~ch hears him telling the people he's in a meeting with that he'll have to end the meeting now, seems there's yet another problem with his sister. he was mocking her. so ~ch wasn't exactly tender when she told him his sister, younger by about 15 years was dead.
someone finally caught the dog and i told them to bring it to me. i'd find a home for him. ~cw and i often talked about our dogs. i knew her dog's name was scooby doo. she was almost embarrassed she'd named him that. when the brother and his wife brought the dog to me, they told me his name was snooky. i said, no, it's scooby. scooby doo. the wife/sisterinlaw got very rude about it, said his name was snooky, he was named after someone's father. i corrected her, told her that ~cw and i often talked about our dogs. this dog's name was scooby, i'm sorry if she [sisterinlaw] didn't know the dog's name, never cared to learn the dog's name, but i knew what ~cw named him.
i know i could have kept quiet, let her believe what she wanted. she was trying to give the impression that she hadn't been a cold hearted bitch to this woman at every available opportunity, but i reckon she only deserved the same amount of kindness she showed the dearly departed.
current mood:  thoughtful
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| Tuesday, August 19th, 2003
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8:57 pm - hi ya i'm back
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how could i be busier without a job than i was with one? i've been leaving the house about 8 and getting home after five and staying busy in between. that's just not right. lol
tomorrow i'm baby sitting my neice. who's sick again. personally i think she's depressed - never getting to see her parents, blah blah blah.
i finally found 'the chase' - haven't watched it yet. who knows what makes me feel compelled to watch some movie.
been reading a lot of useless books. i love the old pocket books. battle surgeon has a great cover.
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| Thursday, August 14th, 2003
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3:49 pm - 952.73
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that's how much the repairs on my automobile cost. yikes!
oh there's so much i can tell you about yesterday. let's just say i go into a building owned by my dad where i have a lot of stuff and dad's got his lp collection and my 45 collection. luckily all my 45s are on tables, but dad never got his lps off the floor. a pipe burst, there was about an inch of standing water on the floor. sheesh! well, at least his homeowner's insurance covers it. now i have to dry out all the furniture and see what is going to be water stained. i'm a little bummed my bar got water stained.
watching the people walk home in new york is impressive.
current mood:  curious
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| Thursday, August 7th, 2003
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12:41 pm
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hey mitch - i'm not sure you can change all the things you want to. you'll have to use global overrides. you can change the comments links and a few other things. you'll have to change it all in the global head. check out some of the communities for journal customization and tutorials.
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12:20 pm - memememememememe
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who knew i was in such high demand?
now that i'm semi-retired [i hate saying unemployed] i keep getting all this work to do. what happened to me lazing around and taking care of some other junk like painting etc etc? well, i got restless one day...
let's back up. the day i quit i headed out to see one of my clients, since the job i was at had been pestering me to do sales. he's not current but was thinking of being a big sponsor for something. i told him i'd quit and a little about why and how i hoped the salesmanager wasn't going to pester the hell out of him. we got to talking about other things including his new job as a college football coach. my dad's been in town and he's friends with that guy and went out to visit him. the guy asked him if he thought i'd have any interest in working for him as a car salesman. dad said nope, i get a little nuts having to be subservient to the average joe. not exactly that kind of people person. so mr car guy tells dad that at his coaching job the sports information director is none other than ~tr. oh no, not that joker. he's a pathological liar. so car guy says if he can get rid of ~tr, and lots of people want him gone he'll see about getting me that job.
then i tell a guy who's a host on one of the shows i produced that i won't be around anymore. he tells me to give him a resume tonight because the huge company he works for is expanding and they're hiring for the new section.
meanwhile, i got nothing to do and i'm walking around in my brother's back yard. it's a veritable nursery for plants that grow in the shade. well, they're front yard is a mess, mainly because of the shade caused by two trees. so i come up with this landscaping plan using plants they already have, and which obviously do well in shade and don't need any care, and my s-i-l wants to hire me to do that.
my dad still owns a business in town, barely run by my brother. in back he's got some car parts and he wants me to sell them on e-bay. i'll get at least $5 a part for my troubles and it's lots of stuff and should sell since the price i can list them for is ridiculous. [ex. $104 pair of shocks - um, that's per shock i mean, so actually a $208 pair of shocks, and i can sell them for $25 + shipping or even less] so i get to looking around in the storage area to find the front seats from my 68 camaro since i finally got the control arms and can put the engine back in [somewhere out there a guy just perked up - tell me she likes sports! ah, well, i do but not football. ] and there's junk everywhere. i ask daddums what he's going to do with all of it. he said he offered my brother a bonus to clear it out but that was ages ago [years, don't ever expect my brother to do something right away. unless it's something he wants to do anyway, it's not going to get done. you'll hear about how busy he is], but that i can have all of it to do with what i want. yippeee! there's all sorts of pistons and things for 50s model cars, muscle cars, big engines, woo hoo! all in original boxes.
so now if i get a job i'll never have time to sell all this crap and make loads of moolah with it. why must i be so in demand? lol could be worse. i know. nobody could be interested.
must go. i'm looking up some instructions for mitch.
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| Tuesday, August 5th, 2003
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12:59 pm - big fat quitter
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yep, quit the job today. cleared most of my stuff out last night [part-timer is putting anything she comes across in a box for me] then had to call around to find someone i could quit to. i could've worked out a notice, but someone in that office was so hostile to the last person while working out a notice, i told the station manager i didn't need that sort of grief. besides, the gm usually goes ballistic and makes people get out right away. so there! they were scrambling around trying to find stuff when i called over there earlier. 'where's the stuff for sunday?' -hmmm, i don't know. why don't you ask the sunday guy that, except you never bothered to learn his name did you? touch titties.-
i feel so much better! it's amazing what dumping a load of stress can be.
i'm probably going to take a week or two 'down time'. get a few things done around the house. get some things ironed. finish all the painting and such at the lake. turns out there's some mildew must be destroyed and the wood primed. oooh, primer stinks.
funny me, i'm about to organize my 'do-nothing' time so i'll get everything done. am i a mess or what?
current mood: contemplative
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| Monday, August 4th, 2003
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5:58 pm - that poor camel
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is this the last straw? how much am i willing to take? sheesh. ( here's the dealio... )
current mood: pissed off
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8:38 am - horrible
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i dreamed that my dad died. it was awful. in the dream i don't know why he died. i was somewhere work related and someone came over to give me the message that my grandmother or someone called to say my dad was dead. so i go home and the only comment from my mom is that she guesses i will have to drive his car. [the t-bird] it's awful to think about.
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| Sunday, August 3rd, 2003
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3:28 pm - freshman 15
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i was just reading a little thing on the freshman 15. this i'm about to tell you might be why i wasn't invited to my first class reunion [admittedly, i haven't been invited to any of them, since i got called for the 10th reunion and told the chick organizing it that she was out of her mind if she thought she could organize one at the last minute, around the holidays, when half the people lived far away, blah blah blah]
my senior year in high school i kept hearing about the freshman 15. i didn't want to gain fifteen pounds, so the summer before i went off to college i lost 15 minutes, theory being that if i then gained 15 pounds, what would it matter, i'd be back to my normal fighting weight. soooooooo, i get to college, maybe gain 5 pounds, before getting sick , which combined with me playing soccer, jogging five miles a day 6 days a week before breakfast, working out at lunch, and swimming at night, made me lose 15 pounds. so i weight 20 pounds less than i did before going to college when everyone else was gaining weight. btw, i looked horrible at that weight. i was not meant to be a skinny girl.
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3:14 pm - just some pictures
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10:43 am - just rambling bout this n that
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10:38 am - one drawback of living alone...
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it's difficult to remove a splinter from your hand alone. i've got one in my palm, in that fleshy pad by the thumb, closer up to my thumb. it's been a terror. i got it at the lake. i was moving everything out of the hallway so i could paint it, and whilst carrying an old oar it slipped in my hand and i gots me a wonderful splinter. i managed to get part of it out, no luck with the rest. i didn't have tweezers at the lake either. that might have helped. but since it's in my hand it's hard to do that little squeezy bit that gets part of it to stick out and use tweezers. ah well, i'll go visit somebody who can do it for me.
i want a telescope. yes i do. :-)
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| Thursday, July 31st, 2003
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1:35 pm - jiminy cricket this sucks
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i hate working for these people
more later possibly
current mood: frustrated
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