I saw “The Devil Wears Prada” tonight — it was surprisingly good. Got me to thinking … my “devil” wore patterned scarves, every damn day. A former English teacher turned association CEO, she insisted on reading each piece of correspondence before it went out the door. God, she was a horrible, miserable woman.
Who was your worst boss?
∗ Posted by Monique on 06.30.2006
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Driving to work this morning, I heard a commercial for Wal-Mart … and their new, expanded organic food section at “everyday low Wal-Mart prices.”
WTF is that about? What organic farmer is going to sell out to Wal-Mart?
Or does this mean that Wal-Mart now is an organic farmer?
I’m not sure which thought is more disturbing.
∗ Posted by Monique on 06.30.2006
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I’m ready for a change.
I’ve always lived in the suburbs. I grew up in the suburbs, lived in the suburbs as an adult … and the suburbs really aren’t any place for a single person. Everywhere I go there are strip malls, chain restaurants … and families. I don’t want the near-constant reminder that I’m “missing” something — something that I don’t want right now, let me add.
I’ve been looking at condos online the past few days and have found a few downtown, or near downtown, that I like. Indianapolis isn’t the biggest city but it still would be a big change for me. Both of the units are in converted mansions, with hardwood floors and tons of windows. I’m planning to drive through the neighborhoods on Saturday to see if I like them. Even after the extra mileage and gas incurred from driving to my job, I’d probably still pay $200-250 less a month than I do now.
In other news, I was guilted into cooking tonight. Perhaps guilted isn’t the correct word, but a guy at the p-t job was shocked that I didn’t cook for myself. I thought about it for a few days … and a lasagna is in the oven right now. Hungry? Come on over! I have plenty!
∗ Posted by Monique on 06.29.2006
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when I go to the Deaf Club.”
That was an actual line in a paper I scored tonight. It now ranks as my favorite paper ever.
I wish I had a tape recorder tonight, as all sorts of crazy stuff was said tonight. For example:
The team dipshit was challenging people to five-minute “races” to see who could score the most papers. The team leader came over to me tonight and said, “You know why the ‘races’ only are five minutes? Because he can’t last longer than that!” I put my hand over my mouth in shock and howled! I couldn’t believe the team leader, this quiet guy, actually said that.
Mr. “Militia-gan” used the phrase “daisy chain” tonight, causing me to just about choke on my hard candy. The woman who sat in between us asked what that was and when neither of us would say, said she would ask her children. Yikes.
The team dipshit has an audition tomorrow to “dance seductively” for $75/hr. We were laughing that the local housewives would love him. He declared that he would be the hottest thing those women had ever seen without a shirt. The pastor-in-training said, “There’s God, Jesus and then [team dipshit] …” to which I added, “And only one will take his shirt off.”
After the team dipshit passed out his e-mail address, I handed out a few of my cute little faux business cards with my name, e-mail and phone number. The team leader — who I finally realized is a bit sweet on me — was pissy that I didn’t give him one and two of the other men asked me for one. I was like, what the hell? When did I turn into the second-job temptress? But we’ll see if any of them call …. Ha. Ha. Ha.
∗ Posted by Monique on 06.28.2006
∗ Crushes, Love life, Work
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∗ Posted by Monique on 06.28.2006
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Of my part-time job, that is. We finished with our end of the work a week ago, so they threw more at us. Now, I can’t knock the extra cash, but come on. This is week five and I am plum tuckered out. I was up Monday night past midnight and, seeing as it’s 11:45 p.m. now, looks like I will be again tonight. The team leader assured us that we’d finish up Wednesday night but I’ll believe it when my ass is on my couch Thursday night and not in my mini-cubicle.
Before I started this project, I had a dream, night after night, that I was driving home in an area I didn’t recognize, and I was so tired I drove off the road. I remember that dream every night when I’m on my way home. Fortunately, I don’t encounter any roads — twisty and in a grassy, fenced-off area — like in my dream, but I do have a few curvy on-ramps to deal with, plus construction. Oh, the construction! Three lanes down to one tonight, doubling the time of my drive home. I’m spoiled with my short commute to the day job (five miles, which can take anywhere from 8 to 40 minutes to navigate).
Hold up your lig hter and sing “Home Sweet Home” by Motley Crue with me. No? Okay, I’ll stop.
∗ Posted by Monique on 06.27.2006
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Militia-gan.
How my night-job co-worker referred to my home state.
I had to laugh.
∗ Posted by Monique on 06.27.2006
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I thought about not posting this, or password-protecting it, considering Ryan reads this blog, but fuck it. Tonight, after I got home from work, Ryan IMs me that he “may” have a date and asks how I feel. It’s some girl he knew in college or something, who got back in touch with him. He’s not sure if he wants to go out with her or not. He hasn’t dated anyone as long as I’ve known him, or so he’s told me. Then he tells me that if he does go out with her, we would need to take a break because she would “deserve” that much from him.
Wrong thing to say.
I told him that was the key, that some girl he hardly knows “deserves” a break from me, while I don’t even deserve a date. He, of course, doesn’t get it, that all sex and nothing else makes me feel like a low-rent mistress sometimes. He even said he didn’t know if he could give up the sex we have … I told him that was a thought for him to ponder this week. Not that it’s love, or anything close, but the chemistry and “friendship” we have (or I thought we had) doesn’t come along all that often. But, it’s also not irreplaceable. Anyway.
He’s going to be 27 soon and he won’t hang out with the girl he’s fucking? It’s time to fucking grow up.
The sex is great, believe me. But is it worth this unnecessary drama? I’m tired of the excuses … just tired of it. Not sad, not angry, just tired.
And I was thinking today that things were going well with him … Ha.
∗ Posted by Monique on 06.26.2006
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Although I hate Star Wars, Star Trek, Lord of the Rings, et al, I am kind of a geek at heart. I love gadgets. I love new stuff. I also love shiny things, but that’s another story. One of the coolest things about WordPress, if you’re not a user, is the seemingly endless array of “plug-ins.” I just uploaded two — and, as an aside, I feel WILDLY competent since I figured out how to upload files to my file manager, this DOS-looking thing that is tres scary — one of which is supposed to tell you which posts/comments are new since you last viewed the site. Does it work? Do tell!
The other plug-in is supposed to tell me which posts are the most popular. Sadly, the one that showed up at the top of the list is my retelling of my disastrous review at IT2M. (I can’t even remember who did my review — she was a new bitch then — but she gave me the BOOT for posting about being happy that some guy called me. But the silver lining was that I received well over a hundred hits just from that review. Hee hee hee.)
∗ Posted by Monique on 06.25.2006
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What’s the point of making your blog available for people to rent if (a) you’re not going to update your site and (b) you’re not even going to mention your renter? Four days and no clicks … if this keeps up, Watchdog will have a new slumlord to add to his list.
I’d list the offender’s blog but I certainly don’t want to send any traffic HIS way for FREE!
∗ Posted by Monique on 06.25.2006
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