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My own spot to rant about my day.
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wMonday, January 28, 2002 |
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Life at work is looking up. My office just landed all the advertising for Hyundai-Kia, which is like $500 million a year. Currently, our office only does about $500 million, which means we just doubled. It also means we'll be expanding. If this had happened a month earlier, there probably wouldn't have been any layoffs. But now, we're at a bare minimum. This is good. Suddenly, I have all this room to move up. This makes me VERY happy, because I have a chance for something more interesting, more challenging, and with better pay. happy nea
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nea at 4:28 PM
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wThursday, January 24, 2002 |
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Dave's friend found this "make your own quiz" site. Of course Dave made one, which is here, so I made one. You can take it here. Most people have been failing my quiz, but those who have heard a lot of my random stories should do well.
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nea at 8:56 AM
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wWednesday, January 23, 2002 |
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It's Wednesday, and it just occured to me that Martin Luther King Day was on Monday and nothing happened. Work was the same as always (though there were less cars in the parking garage), I tutored the same as always. I miss being a kid, or even a college student, where something happened on Martin Luther King Day. At the very least there was no school. At the most it was this big week on civil rights and segregation and all sorts of good stuff.
I realize part of growing up is having a life that's, well, more boring. Less changes in the day to day, month to month, season to season schedule. But it's little things, like having holidays be special, that shouldn't end with adulthood.
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nea at 11:03 AM
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wTuesday, January 22, 2002 |
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It's been one of those bang your forehead on the desk kind of a days. It seems that everytime something is finally done, and finished, and all is well, it's not. I've had people in NY being idiots, buyers playing with stuff that was closed almost two months ago, and just a general feeling of "DUH." I guess that's just part of the job.
Recipe of the day: "Greek Pizza"
Ingredients:
2 pitas
1 chicken breast
3-4 slices of onion
2 cloves garlic
2 Tbsp plain yogurt
1 oz. cheddar cheese, grated
1 Tbsp parmesan cheese, grated
Oregono
Olive Oil
Salt
Pepper
Directions:
1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
2. Slice chicken into bite size pieces, season with oregano, salt, and pepper, and cook on stovetop in olive oil until done
3. Spoon 1 Tbsp yogurt on top of each pita
4. Layer on pita the onions, garlic, chicken, and cheddar cheese
5. Put pita pizzas in oven until brown
6. Sprinkle parmesan cheese on top
Serves two when Dave is trying to be creative for lunch.
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nea at 2:10 PM
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wMonday, January 21, 2002 |
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People have been asking me all week, "What happened with the bridesmaid dresses?" Well, they were all ordered Thursday. Done and final. I even have all the receipts, so now we get to just wait and hope that all goes well.
I actually convinced Dave to go to karaoke Saturday night. Dave doesn't like karaoke for a number of reasons, most of which have to do with singing in publice (though it's more complicated then that). We fixed part of that by having a private room with a few other people. It went really well, and we sung our hearts out until 1:30 in the morning. It was totally fun. And Dave says he could see going again in the future. yeah!
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nea at 9:31 AM
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wWednesday, January 16, 2002 |
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The latest wedding adventure: bridesmaid dresses.
Step one: Shopping
So Diana and I went Sunday to pick dresses. Some of you may remember the first time we went, with my mother and sister, and Diana basically got thrown in and out of about 50 dresses. This time, we had a better idea of what we were looking for, and just checked out a few things. At the second place we went to, we found THE DRESS. I know, I'm being dramatic. But this was a dress that would fit everyone nicely, that the girls could wear a bra under, that was lined so they wouldn't be freezing all night, and had some pretty sparkles, and was just totally the right one. We checked the price, and although it's higher than what I was planning, it wasn't outrageous and of course, haha, it's my wedding.
Step two: Ordering the Dress
This should not be hard. They have one bridesmaid in the store, my sister could come in that week, and I could send stuff to AJ and Summer to have them fill out and send in. I was not asking for anything special or out of the ordinary. So first I get, "We have to order by Friday in order to get them in time." to which I promptly freaked out, because it looked like the way she was counting weeks the dresses would arrive like the day before everyone is coming in for the wedding. This would be bad. But we get this straightened out that the dresses will be there at least a week and a half before. Fine. However, she suggests maybe I want to Quick Order them. So I ask the obvious question, "If I use Quick Order when will they come in?" My salesperson doesn't know, so she asks another girl who checks in the book.
Conversation with salesgirl #2
Salesgirl (reading), "Quick Order takes at least 8 weeks and the dresses will arive 7-10 days before your wedding."
Me, "I have 18 weeks now. Do you know how long a Quick Order would take?"
Salesgirl (reading), "Quick Order takes at least 8 weeks . . ."
Me, "So you don't know how long it takes if I order them this week?"
Salesgirl (consulting book) gets a blank look.
Me, "No, you don't know."
Salesgirl, "I don't know."
After this stimulating conversation, I decide to order them the normal way. I get packets to fax to Summer and AJ, Diana is measured, and we leave.
Step 3: Ordering the dress, Round Two
I get to work Monday morning, and look through the stuff I'm going to fax out. I find that there is NO sizing guide, which means it's impossible to pick a size to order. TThis is a bit of a problem. Of course the bridal salon is closed Monday, so yesterday I begin calling to have it faxed. I had to call FOUR times in order to find a person, not voicemail, that had enough intelligence to fax them. I only needed one, since I too would be faxing it out, but over the course of the day I received six. Whatever.
Luckily, getting the stuff to Summer and AJ (and Linda, who is paying for AJ's dress) was easy. Best line of last night (after Summer noticed that she kinda smelled), "Val, nea says you have to measure from my armpit." But anyway, everything will be in to the bridal salon by this afternoon, at which point I get to call and make sure the order is actually placed. I'll be so happy when this is done.
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nea at 9:46 AM
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wMonday, January 14, 2002 |
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I won $100 bucks today! woo-hoo. A few months ago, I entered this Survivor III contest my work was having. Now realize, I have never watched Survivor in any of its incarnations ("Look at me! I built a hut with palm fronds!") but I do have this lovely thing at work called the internet. All I did was go around to fan sites and look at favorites, plus check out the Vegas odds for the show. Life is good.
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nea at 10:17 AM
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wThursday, January 10, 2002 |
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My hands seem to be covered in paper cuts. I think this is due to all the stupid paper shuffling I do at work. I have this one on my index finger, though, which actually hurts. Pathetic, pathetic nea. Bitching about such a horrible injury as a paper cut. haha
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nea at 10:44 AM
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wWednesday, January 09, 2002 |
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I got indirectly chastised about using the phone at work today. I guess someone bitched during the supervisor's meeting. When we had our little group meeting today, my supervisor didn't say "Linnea, stop using the phone." Instead, we got "I need to remind you guys about phone usage. Someone complained, and I said "This girl puts out two or three times the output of anyone else. I'm not going to bother her about petty things like that."" The girl in the sentence before was me. (duh) I think I like warnings in the form of a compliment. Have to think about this.
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nea at 10:58 AM
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wTuesday, January 08, 2002 |
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Dave went to the dietician last week. Now we are both on a diet. It is so wierd to measure everything you eat. One ounce of cheese, one half cup of cheerios . . .I'm glad Dave had a kitchen scale or we would have to buy one. I feel so lame. Sentences like "Oooh, I can have another fruit!" or "I get two pieces of bread and five crackers." have seriously come out of my mouth.
Usually my li'l bro Oliver borders on this side of sanity. But last night I was telling him about the diet, and his suggestions were a little, um, scary. He basically does the Subway diet on crack. All you eat is low-fat, low-cal sandwiches. I could deal with that for every lunch, maybe, or every other dinner. But breakfast? Ugh. It reminds me of when I went to camp and ate salad for lunch and dinner for two weeks. I couldn't look at another salad for years! I like sandwiches and all, but I think that going to an extreme five months before the wedding is probably not a good idea.
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nea at 10:20 AM
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wFriday, January 04, 2002 |
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I grow old
I grow old
My bellybutton grows mould.
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nea at 3:51 PM
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wThursday, January 03, 2002 |
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I talked to my best friend, Summer, on New Year's Eve for a couple of hours. A lot of that conversation was really just catching up on each other's lives. Who we've seen, what our families are doing, how wedding planning is going, etc. But stuck in my mind is something she kept bringing up during our conversation--that neither of us is even close to the life we imagined back in middle school, or even high school. We saw each other as going to college, getting married (so far so good) and then living in Huntington Beach in little houses right next door to each other. We imagined marrying guys with great-paying jobs so that we wouldn't even have to work and could have kids and be happy homemakers. (Summer always cracks me up when she says her dream is to be like my mom.) I realize that all this probably sounds cheesy, but that's what both of us saw and hoped for.
The reality isn't much at all like what we expected. Summer went to school across the country, I think to escape her family. Now her family is totally falling apart. She didn't go home for winter break and so her family decided not to decorate, not to send her ANY presents, and not to even be with each other. Her sister and mom went up north and left her dad at home. But I digress. Both of us are working in jobs that we don't like, but can't quit because our husbands (ok, mine is a soon to be husband) aren't currently able to support us, let alone kids. And the idea of living in side-by-side houses in HB is inconcievable at this point. At one point we were both talking about how far we'd come in life, but at the same time, we realized just how far we were from our dreams.
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nea at 4:35 PM
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wWednesday, January 02, 2002 |
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I just came back from lunch at Versailles. My supervisor and a couple of my coworkers took me there for lunch, which made me happy. It's all about the roast pork.
I think that my birthday may be ending early this year. Usually, since my birthday is so close to Christmas, people start doing birthday things with me about the middle of December. In hectic years, the dinners and gifts and such continue until late January. This year, however, I think we're done a surprising three days after my birthday. All the parents, siblings, and significant others have been heard from. No more gifts for me. :(
I talked to my best friend on New Year's Eve for the first time in like three months. It's wierd, we're really close and know everything about each other, but are really bad about keeping contact often. I didn't even know if she was coming to California for winter break or anything. Dave thinks I'm anti-social. I guess I need to call people more often. That, and slack off on the whole working during business hours thing. :)
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nea at 1:43 PM
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