Oh, hell yes.

p.s. peep my sweet white and glitter nail polish. uh huh.

 

I feel like Nick Burns and my knee sounds like velcro

Ok, so I’m not an IT professional.  But sometimes, lately ALL the time, I totally feel like Nick Burns.  I get the lamest questions thrown at me, usually by people with “seniority”. 

Does it take THAT much effort to click the little blue circle surrounding a question mark that is present in ALL your MS Office applications?

Yes, apparently it is.  I’ve even gone so far as to tell someone “Well, I just Googled it,” when they thank me.  It escapes them that I’ve basically  just told them to do the same thing.

And why, WHYYYYYYYYY do people do things that they think are super helpful without telling me first?  Those things usually tend to be the exact opposite: completely inane, utterly useless, and making my job even more tedious.

Even non-IT questions are starting to get to me.  I want to scream, “We have a process in place.  It is documented.  REFER TO THE TEXT.”  Well, since RFTM wouldn’t quite work here.

Chumps.

Also: when I descend the staircase here, my knee sounds EXACTLY like someone is ripping open some velcro.  I mean EXACTLY.  Sometimes the people sitting downstairs look up at me like “WTF?”

As I ASCEND the same stairs, my knee sounds like a little kid snapping.

I would not lie to you.

According to my doctor, the cartilage under my knee is worn down and my thigh muscles are uneven.  Or something.

CRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK!

 

I forgot to say…

After re-reading my old entry from way back regarding my long hair, I must now say that I totally shaved my head.

About a month ago.

And it looked like this:

Okay, so it wasn’t completely shorn off (and I seriously don’t really care if you know what I look like), but DAMN was it liberating!  This will probably become a regular thing with me, especially since I’ve begun bleaching the hell out of it.

Awesome.

 

If I did a recap of the last year, it’d totally be TL;DR

So let’s start with today.  I’m at work and I’m listening to a playlist on pandora.com

AN OLD-SCHOOL HIP HOP PLAYLIST

Thus far, I have enjoyed the following fresh beats and vocal stylings:

- “Back that Thang Up” by Juvenile
- “Principal’s Office “by Young MC
- “Baby Got Back” by Sir Mix-a-Lot
and
- “Tootsie Roll” by 69 Boyz

I’m looking forward to the prospect of hearing “Rumpshaker” or “Da Dip” in the near future.

In other news, I am now thirty years old. And I probably still look about 25. 

I finally got a pet: a black cat named Lucy.  She is the raddest cat on the planet. And fucking smart. She uses her paws like hands. yessssssss.

I painted my face like a Mexican Sugar Skull for Halloween and it ruled.  My mom and dad happened to be in town, so my mom helped. She also rules.

I’m starting to kind of hate my job, but I think that’s normal when you’ve been busting your ass for two years and have not yet gotten the promotion you were promised a year ago.

Or when they hire an idiot whose only experience is teaching aerobics and ice skating and YOU are responsible for her.

Or when they say “hang in there” five-thousand times, ADMIT that you’re doing the work of two people, and you STILL get shit on.

/tantrum

Holy shit, Da Dip just came on.

 

Monday, monday.

Drunk on a Monday night = way more amusing than I ever thought possible.

Heh.

Drinking wine + eating fresh pecans + talking to my sister on the phone = A+!

 

It’s been a long time, WordPress! Here’s a lame, ho-hum update

today: it snowed!

granted, it was just a few flurries but it was actual, real, bona fide SNOW!  JSYK, I live in the coastal Carolinas, so snow is a very rare occurrence for us.

right now: I’m full of burrito and in a most excellent mood.

I ate dinner with my friend H from work, her husband and their two kids.  I normally take an “I don’t know” stance on the subject of ever having kids of my own, but if they could be like these two, I’d probably be up for getting impregnated.

H’s 15-year-old daughter showed me her iPod and I was very impressed.  Her ten-year-old son is full of cute stories.

my hair: it is now long enough to do the “lay your hair across your upper lip and make a mustache” thing.

yesssssssssssssss.

I’m actually ready for Christmas this year.  I’m still pretty damn poor, but since I’ve gotten into the world of Clinical Research, my income actually allows for gifts.

It’s also cool Amanda’s birthday coming up, and I’ve done all the shopping for her.

Exclusively online.

Have I mentioned that I buy almost everything over the internet?

One day at work my friend KB remarked on my outfit and I realized that EVERYthing, down to my underwear and bra, had been purchased online.

Christmas songs I’ve been listening to:

“All I Wanted was a Skateboard” – Super Deluxe
“Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” – Brenda Lee
“I Won’t be Home for Christmas” – Blink 182
“Oi to the World” – No Doubt

 

It’s not spam, but it sure is something

Okay, seriously.  I didn’t think I had that common of a last name, but, in recent months, I have gotten a SLEW of emails for people other than myself.

These emails are not spam.  Most of the time, they are forwards from the person’s work email address, or, better yet, order confirmations [one today was for a "hand kit" or something. WTF?]

I should start a blog in the vein of “The wrong KMiller” entitled “The wrong LMeadows”

Learn your own email addresses, idiots!

 

Seriously.

 

Incurring the wrath of Tylenol PM

Note to self:

taking a Tylenol PM at 7:30 but then staying up a while to watch a movie will not only make your sleep cycle severely confused, but will delay your deep sleep so you can’t get your ass out of bed the next morning.

Also: dreaming about bobcats and kangaroos in Thomasville is NOT how you want to spend each night.  Especially since there really ARE bobcats in Thomasville.

Unless the alternative is the “running from the ghost of the Statue of Liberty while running through a grocery store dressed in soccer gear” dream.

Seriously. And I didn’t even take any medicine at all that night.

What tops all those, though, is the “Grover turning into the Big Bad Wolf ” dream when I was six, but that’s a story for another time.

 

Because, that’s why.

My all-time favorite movie genre is horror.

One of my all-time favorite websites is the site for the Archie McPhee store in Seattle.

When the two come together, I get a new posse.

Here are my new posse members:

And here I am with them:

Don’t hate.  Even the people at work who think I’m a total weirdo were enamored of them and honored when I passed a few of them out.  They decorate quite a few computer monitors in the R&E department now.

p.s. my hair is all done up because I had just gotten home from a wedding.  A wedding that started THREE AND A HALF HOURS LATE. True story.  I don’t make this shit up.

 

Band-aids, anemia, and double finger-pricks. NOT flipping off the camera.

If you’ve ever wondered what my avatar looks like up close, well, here ya go: