Monday, April 23, 2007
Everyone in my office gave me really weird looks for the intensity on my face
"Unsettling" puts this mildly
Oops!
Something amazing just happened.
A group of 5 people from the South African parliament walked into my office looking for a room for a meeting. It wasn't one of the rooms in my office, so I looked them up in our room reservation system, but didn't see anything. The group had a phone number, so I called it to try and help them out.
Me: Hello, this is Kat from ***. I'm calling because I have a group from South Africa in my office that is looking for a meeting in X room at 1:30. They have your phone number as a contact. Do you know anything about this?
Woman: Oh yes, they're expected by Mr. Z at 1:30.
Me: Ok, where should I send them for the meeting? I don't know where this room is...
Woman: The meeting isn't till 1:30. They have loads of time. Don't send them over yet!
Me: ....It's 1:30 now.
Woman: No it isn't!! It's 10:30!!!
Me: No..it's 1:30. (pause) Wait, where are you?
Woman: Where are you? I'm in the Washington State legislature.
Me: I'm in Washington, DC.
Together: oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Man, that really sucks.
A group of 5 people from the South African parliament walked into my office looking for a room for a meeting. It wasn't one of the rooms in my office, so I looked them up in our room reservation system, but didn't see anything. The group had a phone number, so I called it to try and help them out.
Me: Hello, this is Kat from ***. I'm calling because I have a group from South Africa in my office that is looking for a meeting in X room at 1:30. They have your phone number as a contact. Do you know anything about this?
Woman: Oh yes, they're expected by Mr. Z at 1:30.
Me: Ok, where should I send them for the meeting? I don't know where this room is...
Woman: The meeting isn't till 1:30. They have loads of time. Don't send them over yet!
Me: ....It's 1:30 now.
Woman: No it isn't!! It's 10:30!!!
Me: No..it's 1:30. (pause) Wait, where are you?
Woman: Where are you? I'm in the Washington State legislature.
Me: I'm in Washington, DC.
Together: oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Man, that really sucks.
Friday, April 13, 2007
YUM Caffeine
I very heartily apologize for being such a wet blanket in that last post.
Moving on....
I sent a dish of mussels back to the kitchen at a restaurant I went to last night. It was a turning point in my life, I feel. I was polite, but firm. And they were taken off my bill without me even asking.
I saw a random punk band last night that was pretty entertaining. AWESOME.
These two Australians came to hang out with me in my office because they think I'm gorgeous. Ok I'm lying. Actually they had a meeting with me regarding an event they're planning. But they were really lovely. And the one was quite cute--and wearing a green polka-dot tie!!! Adorable!! They 'invited' me to an embassy party-we'll see if that happens. Here's hoping. They DID hang out for like a half hour AFTER the meeting was over, so I'm going to keep thinking they liked me. And that the cute one was sporting a little crush.
I got a little drunk and made fun of my roommate's current victim. I use the word victim in the truest sense possible. To be fair--the poor girl has had a rough time with relationships and an even rougher time getting over them. So she dates boys that will make her the complete center of attention and patronize her every need. Then she chews them up and spits them out, thus far before any 'I love yous' are spoken.
Eh, its better than sleeping with a different guy every night and getting some funky disease, I guess.
Don't read this next sentence if you're the type who will vomit over sappiness.
My boyfriend is great, and here's why: last night I went to be a little earlier than him, but was still half awake when he crawled in. He leans over, cuddles me, gives me a kiss and says "Cute! Yum!" before firmly tucking my head into his shoulder and passing out.
*blissful sigh*
Now if I could just stop having the nightmares where he calls me an awful person and says he never wants to speak to me again.
jk.
not really.
Moving on....
I sent a dish of mussels back to the kitchen at a restaurant I went to last night. It was a turning point in my life, I feel. I was polite, but firm. And they were taken off my bill without me even asking.
I saw a random punk band last night that was pretty entertaining. AWESOME.
These two Australians came to hang out with me in my office because they think I'm gorgeous. Ok I'm lying. Actually they had a meeting with me regarding an event they're planning. But they were really lovely. And the one was quite cute--and wearing a green polka-dot tie!!! Adorable!! They 'invited' me to an embassy party-we'll see if that happens. Here's hoping. They DID hang out for like a half hour AFTER the meeting was over, so I'm going to keep thinking they liked me. And that the cute one was sporting a little crush.
I got a little drunk and made fun of my roommate's current victim. I use the word victim in the truest sense possible. To be fair--the poor girl has had a rough time with relationships and an even rougher time getting over them. So she dates boys that will make her the complete center of attention and patronize her every need. Then she chews them up and spits them out, thus far before any 'I love yous' are spoken.
Eh, its better than sleeping with a different guy every night and getting some funky disease, I guess.
Don't read this next sentence if you're the type who will vomit over sappiness.
My boyfriend is great, and here's why: last night I went to be a little earlier than him, but was still half awake when he crawled in. He leans over, cuddles me, gives me a kiss and says "Cute! Yum!" before firmly tucking my head into his shoulder and passing out.
*blissful sigh*
Now if I could just stop having the nightmares where he calls me an awful person and says he never wants to speak to me again.
jk.
not really.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
All I want is to be thin and have nice clothes
Good LORD has it been boring. boring boring boring boring boring.
Last weekend I went home for Easter. Ate lots of food, got a book, a new steamer pot, some new knives, two new pairs of shoes and two skirts for work.
In case it isn't ridiculously obvious I have a thing for shopping.
This week, despite being in session, work is boring boring boring and there's nothing to do. A project that I'm supposed to be working on is on hold because the person I'm working on it with doesn't have his act together (and yes, he gets a harassing phone call EVERY DAY). My coworker doesn't need any help because his responsibilities are also boring boring boring. I'm tired of obsessing over new-relationship because frankly everything is dandy. I keep looking for jobs but then balk at applying for them because I've only been in my current one for 5 months and maybe I don't really WANT a job that's going to require things like actually earning my paycheck and working overtime. Which leads me to the point of this rant:
I think I want to get married. To someone rich. Who will finance my shopping and traveling needs and not be a pain in the ass to be around. I'm not looking for love here. Just some freedom from working boring jobs. And we all know that money=freedom=happiness=lots of shopping=personal trainer=gorgeous body so I can attract men who are amazing in bed, thereby reducing the need for said rich man to be attractive or virile (I think I spelled that wrong).
Sorry, current awesome boyfriend who is also fabulous in bed BUT doesn't make 7 figures a year: you're out. Maybe we can work something and you can be my man-on-the-side.
WHY IS IT ONLY THURSDAY.
Last weekend I went home for Easter. Ate lots of food, got a book, a new steamer pot, some new knives, two new pairs of shoes and two skirts for work.
In case it isn't ridiculously obvious I have a thing for shopping.
This week, despite being in session, work is boring boring boring and there's nothing to do. A project that I'm supposed to be working on is on hold because the person I'm working on it with doesn't have his act together (and yes, he gets a harassing phone call EVERY DAY). My coworker doesn't need any help because his responsibilities are also boring boring boring. I'm tired of obsessing over new-relationship because frankly everything is dandy. I keep looking for jobs but then balk at applying for them because I've only been in my current one for 5 months and maybe I don't really WANT a job that's going to require things like actually earning my paycheck and working overtime. Which leads me to the point of this rant:
I think I want to get married. To someone rich. Who will finance my shopping and traveling needs and not be a pain in the ass to be around. I'm not looking for love here. Just some freedom from working boring jobs. And we all know that money=freedom=happiness=lots of shopping=personal trainer=gorgeous body so I can attract men who are amazing in bed, thereby reducing the need for said rich man to be attractive or virile (I think I spelled that wrong).
Sorry, current awesome boyfriend who is also fabulous in bed BUT doesn't make 7 figures a year: you're out. Maybe we can work something and you can be my man-on-the-side.
WHY IS IT ONLY THURSDAY.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Call me well-adjusted
I'm doomed. Completely, totally and UTTERLY doomed.
He said, glowingly, "You must be the most well-adjusted person I've ever met."
Uh-oh.
At first, I was pleased. This means 1) He's dated weirdos with psychological problems and while I CAN be a bit weird there is nothing psychologically wrong with me in the needs-medication-hospitalization sense which leads us to 2) I just became a lot more awesome in his eyes. Less hassle, not in a I-can-ignore-you-now way but more along the lines of I-don't-need-to-second-guess-everything-I-saw-because-you're-crazy-neurotic way. No lose situation here. Take the compliment, Kat, and just love it.
But now, in the past week, I think I've hit a snag: yes, I'm well-adjusted. Generally a stable, logical person. There's a GIANT GIANT flaw in where I DO act neurotic:
1) When I start to really care for someone leading to...
2) I'm...um..how shall we say? I like the word POSSESSIVE
NOT JEALOUS. I don't throw fits of weeping and worry every second that he's going to cheat on me or that's I'm inferior because I'm jealous of someone else no no no. NOTHING like that. But goddmanit when your 4-year-long-relationship-ex who you've been broken up with for a year but kept sleeping with AFTER you broke up with her AND you still consider her to be one of your closest friends comes into town for an extended weekend....
HOW'S A GIRL SUPPOSED TO REACT?!?!?!
But I didn't. I kept it subdued, minimal, said nearly nothing, in fact. It's not that I think he's going to cheat on me (she's here this weekend and I'm not grrrrr), I fully trust he won't. I've seen pictures; I know I'm more attractive. I'm DEFINATELY less pyscho. But I'm still annoyed about it. Annoyed that I got the impression that he wouldn't have told me if I didn't end up naked in his bed yesterday and as a not-so-subtle way of saying I can't spend the night he says he's going out for drinks with her (to be fair, it was only 6pm and I had plans anyway but STILL). Add to that she's probably staying through the weekend and I'm not here. Add to THAT since I'm going out of town till Tuesday silly me ASSUMED he would want to hang out Thursday night before I left but since SHE'S in town that's probably not going to happen and he actually had the AUDACITY to say "well, if you want to hang out I guess you could give me a call"
That was my moment. My moment, as I'm re-clothing myself, of great anger where I turned around, laughed at him, and said, "No. I'm not calling you tomorrow. Don't be an idiot. You have 'someone' in town."
After all, its only been two months I BARELY have room to claim him for my own yet LET ALONE pull the flip-out my brain my mentally doing.
I need to go for a run.
He said, glowingly, "You must be the most well-adjusted person I've ever met."
Uh-oh.
At first, I was pleased. This means 1) He's dated weirdos with psychological problems and while I CAN be a bit weird there is nothing psychologically wrong with me in the needs-medication-hospitalization sense which leads us to 2) I just became a lot more awesome in his eyes. Less hassle, not in a I-can-ignore-you-now way but more along the lines of I-don't-need-to-second-guess-everything-I-saw-because-you're-crazy-neurotic way. No lose situation here. Take the compliment, Kat, and just love it.
But now, in the past week, I think I've hit a snag: yes, I'm well-adjusted. Generally a stable, logical person. There's a GIANT GIANT flaw in where I DO act neurotic:
1) When I start to really care for someone leading to...
2) I'm...um..how shall we say? I like the word POSSESSIVE
NOT JEALOUS. I don't throw fits of weeping and worry every second that he's going to cheat on me or that's I'm inferior because I'm jealous of someone else no no no. NOTHING like that. But goddmanit when your 4-year-long-relationship-ex who you've been broken up with for a year but kept sleeping with AFTER you broke up with her AND you still consider her to be one of your closest friends comes into town for an extended weekend....
HOW'S A GIRL SUPPOSED TO REACT?!?!?!
But I didn't. I kept it subdued, minimal, said nearly nothing, in fact. It's not that I think he's going to cheat on me (she's here this weekend and I'm not grrrrr), I fully trust he won't. I've seen pictures; I know I'm more attractive. I'm DEFINATELY less pyscho. But I'm still annoyed about it. Annoyed that I got the impression that he wouldn't have told me if I didn't end up naked in his bed yesterday and as a not-so-subtle way of saying I can't spend the night he says he's going out for drinks with her (to be fair, it was only 6pm and I had plans anyway but STILL). Add to that she's probably staying through the weekend and I'm not here. Add to THAT since I'm going out of town till Tuesday silly me ASSUMED he would want to hang out Thursday night before I left but since SHE'S in town that's probably not going to happen and he actually had the AUDACITY to say "well, if you want to hang out I guess you could give me a call"
That was my moment. My moment, as I'm re-clothing myself, of great anger where I turned around, laughed at him, and said, "No. I'm not calling you tomorrow. Don't be an idiot. You have 'someone' in town."
After all, its only been two months I BARELY have room to claim him for my own yet LET ALONE pull the flip-out my brain my mentally doing.
I need to go for a run.
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