28 February 2012
It's not like I'm staying up super-late or anything. I've been staying up late a lot lately, mostly due to having to go to the gym late. That wasn't exactly the case tonight. I kind of only went to the gym because I had to pee and it was close (and wouldn't make me spend money, like peeing at Target would). Of course, shortly into my cardio workout, I tweaked something in my left knee. I quit pretty much right away, because ... I can go to the gym tomorrow. Or whatever.
So, I was home early, which kinda sucked for a late-game night. Except I washed my dishes and showered all before the game started. Yay!
Regardless, there's a very good chance I'll be working from home tomorrow. It is a slushy mess out there right now. It's only going to get worse. Allegedly. Lord knows the forecast has been a bit off to this point.
Still ... I got distracted while typing this sentence and I have no idea what I was going to say. So, YAY WOLVES and goodnight.
27 February 2012
I posted an awesome video on his Facebook wall today that featured a very subtle reference to my boobies. I'm so very proud of myself for thinking of it!
He's awesome and I'm so glad I know him.
26 February 2012
There was a lot of stuff happening this weekend. I lavished The Boy I Currently Like with early birthday presents. I went to three of my nephew's basketball games. I baked banana bread, made stir fry .... did some other stuff that isn't coming to me right now.
I was delighted to watch KLOVE win the three-point contest last night. The rest of the NBA All-Star festivities were not everything I hoped they'd be, but what can you do?
The no 'poo experiment continues to be awesome. I did my first baking soda wash yesterday, and it was better than I expected. My hair seems to have a bit more texture after that. Aside from no having the perfect product(s), it's kind of everything I hoped it would be.
There is one thing bothering me, though -- the amount of hair I appear to lose when I "wash" it. Honestly, it looks like a small animal around my drain trap. Maybe I just need to be more gentle?
Hopefully I'll be getting to bed soon. I was up at 7:30 this morning to go to my nephew's basketball game. I should be tired. Gotta get ready for the possible MAJOR SNOW EVENT coming Tuesday-Wednesday. Yay?
22 February 2012
I missed probably the best comeback of the year. I did to see the Gophers beating the No. 6 Michigan State Spartans for a bit. But, of course, they blew it at the very end.
Oh well. I got my new glasses and got to the gym. I won't feel so bad about possibly skipping my workout tomorrow night to make a cake for The Boy I Currently Like's birthday. I have to wrap his presents, too. Shit. I should get on some of this stuff, I suppose.
21 February 2012
I'm joining the "no 'poo" movement. That's right -- I'm giving up shampoo.
EW. Gross! And so on. Look -- I was down to shampooing twice a week at most already. I have been doing that for a while. My hair is naturally curly. It's pretty fine (3a/3b, for those of you who speak curly), but I have a lot of it. When I wash, it's so ... it needs so much help. It used to be that the day after washing was the great day. But now, it's the day before washing. I went an extra day this week and liked my hair. I went another day and still liked it.
Yesterday, not so great, but that's because I didn't put any product in it. See, when you're no-pooing, you can't use products with "cones." That's silicone and any form of silicone. It builds up and you need shampoo to wash it off (the girl at Aveda today told me that all their stuff was water soluble, but most of the styling products had cones, so I decided against anything), and I'm not using shampoo.
I still don't know exactly which method I'll use. Some people cleanse with oil. There's baking soda/apple cider vinegar method. I'm trying washing with conditioner first. My results so far have been good, at least in the smelly scalp area. With working out most days, even the washing-twice-per-week thing would lead to a smelly scalp. However, I did the washing-with-conditioner thing (just like you would with shampoo) and the stinky scalp was gone. Sweet!
The thing that concerns me most is going through the product trial-and-error phase. My hair is just too fine to not use product at all. Not to mention the uneven curl pattern I have -- from spirals in some places, to very subtle waves in other places. I need some help to even things out and to control all my fine little flyways.
So, today I ordered a bunch of products from CurlMart (all silicone-free, of course). I also grabbed some Jason Naturals gel at Whole Foods as a stop-gap solution. Based on how my hair looked today with essentially no product, it feels like with just a touch of help it could look great.
I'm sure I'll have updates sooner or later. I'm getting my hair did in just more than two weeks, so it'll get washed then. I'm wondering if I should wash it now, since I have silicone-y products in it. I guess I'll see how it is in a couple of days.
20 February 2012
One thing that bothers me is that my sister-in-law didn't acknowledge my birthday. Oh, I'm sure her name will be on the card I get tomorrow, or in the next few days. But I didn't get a text or a call or a post on my Facebook wall. I find that kinda shitty. I texted her, sent a card, wrote on her Facebook wall and went out to dinner with her for her birthday. I'm making a goddamn effort to include her in this fucking family. It would be nice if she did the same. Am I being petty or otherwise stupid about this? I mean, I'm not hurt, really. It's the principle.
Not like I needed to hear from her anyway. I have the best fucking friends in the entire world. A smallish group came out to go bowling in St. Paul. It was a lovely time. I was with The Boy I Currently Like before and after. He got me some great presents, once again proving he actually listens to me and remembers the things I say. I was about *this* close to crying when I opened this one:
Last night, I went to see ?uestlove DJ the Revolution reunion show afterparty at First Ave. It was pretty much everything I could possibly have hoped it would be. I was out the floor, which was packed, dancing to "The Bird." It was amazing.
Thought I was hungover when I woke up this morning, but it was some kind of fake-out by my body. I've been pretty damn productive for a vacation day. The weekend and the extra day were so effective, in fact, that I'm not dreading going back to work tomorrow. It feels weird to type that out. But I think it's true. Of course, it's snowing like a motherfucker out there right now, so I might work from home. That always helps.
17 February 2012
I had mindless work to do today and I left at 3:00 p.m. Never mind that I was planning to leave at that time anyway. Now I don't have to feel bad about it. And I don't.
My plans were to go to happy hour with a bunch of friends, but we all dropped out for one reason or another. I did a bit of shopping and completely fucked up my purchase of new jeans (meant to buy the talls and I ended up with the average length, for some strange reason), so I have to do more shopping tomorrow.
Ended up going out for Mexican food with KayGee and The Prison Librarian. This is the start of three consecutive days hanging with them, and I'm very excited about that.
I think it's about time for me to be heading to bed. That'll mean a decent start, time-wise for my birthday tomorrow. So, that's exciting.
16 February 2012
I was wrong.
I barely managed to get some breakfast and get my teeth brushed before heading to the dentist. I had to eat lunch (a fucking cold Lean Pocket) as quietly as humanly possible while on a conference call with coworkers. I sat and worked so long without getting up that my ass still hurts.
And like an idiot, I then made a birthday cake to share with my coworkers. Though, they're not the ones making my life miserable.
Here I am, again, taking forever to write this damn post. My head is throbbing. I still have to make some ganache for the cake. I know I'm tired, but I don't think I am ready for bed yet. Christ, it's only 8:10. I'm hungry, but eating anything in this house seems terrible. I kinda want to order pizza, but I know I'll be eating out a lot of the weekend. OH MY GOD. Why can't I just decide to do something? Or go to bed?
I just want this week to be over. It has sucked such big, hairy donkey balls.
But hey -- at least I got to pee in non-horrible bathrooms today. Even the gym bathroom was better than the nasty work bathroom.
15 February 2012
Chicken Little strikes again. He budgeted for this project before he knew what it would really be. His time budget shrank over the course of a day or so, as well. Either way, he was SO FAR OFF. I'm well over double what he thought (possibly with the aid of crack) it would take to do this project and I still have a bit to do. I was so busy today, I barely ate or drank anything. Bonus, though: I didn't have to use the nasty bathrooms very much. I did take a few minutes to talk to the building management lady after she came to our office after I e-mailed her about the TOILET OVERFLOW on our floor (second in as many days).
The work is gonna have to wait until the morning, though. I'm so tired. I've tried to finish this post for quite a while and it ain't happening.
I'm not upset for missing out on V-D yesterday. The Boy I Currently Like and I don't celebrate. It's the day my grandma was killed in a car accident; it's been 15 years now. Plus, my birthday is just a few days away. I felt like maybe this year I was less emotional in the days leading up to the anniversary of Grandma's death, but I've cried a few times over the last three days or so. Who knows?
Tomorrow I am working from home. In the morning before my dentist appointment, anyway (this week just keeps getting better!). I think I might work from home all day, though. I need the quiet and non-distraction.
Got new glasses tonight with KayGee. We were efficient and picked out a great pair. I'm sad I have to wait as much as 10 days for them.
Gonna see how long I can go without washing my hair. I'm still going to condition it. But it looks so good by day four/five, I have to give it a shot. It might end up being a hot mess, but I can always put it up. That's what I'd do if it was freshly washed.
There were probably more things, but I am tired and should really go to bed.
13 February 2012
We talked about the increased billable time. He said, "I figured, you have no problem hitting that number anyway." I told him I was disheartened because I got to that figure working nights, weekends, holidays and on my vacation time. He came back with the I-gave-back-vacation-time-too and we-didn't-get-into-this-to-be-clock-punchers bullshit.
Sure, you gave back vacation time. You also make twice as much as me. At least. And you're well aware of the fact that I didn't get into this business for any other reason than I needed a job. I made that clear when I nearly quit a couple of years ago.
Oh well. It'll all slide into the background soon enough.
Things otherwise are pretty good. I spent some time with friends yesterday, drinking in the afternoon. That'll cure what ails ya. Of course, my tension headache did come back after going away for a while, thanks to Vitamin Beer.
Law Talkin' Gal and Dr. J got engaged on Saturday. The Boy I Currently Like and I hung out with them on Friday and nothing seemed amiss. That Dr. J is one sly devil. I'm totally stoked about it.
My birthday is coming up at the end of the week. That's cool.
Even more cool? I spent most of Saturday with this:
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09 February 2012
Still, I figure the nasty skanks who have had no problem using it EVERY DAY since the black stinking water incident will have no problem using it right after it is "sanitized." I don't see how they don't have to deep clean the halls and that office, since those "Ladies" have been tracking sewage water all over the damn place all fucking week.
Oh well. I'll get through the day. Then it's on to Simpsons Scene It night, PUPPY TIME and birthday drinking for a friend.
08 February 2012
Out of all the bathrooms in two buildings (14, I believe), ours is the worst. The "ladies" on our floor have some sort of problem knowing what kinds of things are appropriate to flush down a toilet. I've heard how much toilet paper they use. I also know they use paper towels.
Sadly, it's not really all that surprising (for so many reasons) that someone tried to flush her underpants down the toilet last week. Shockingly, this caused a major toilet overflow (different from all of the carpet-soaking "minor" overflows that happen on a weekly or daily basis).
Apparently, there's a company coming on Friday to deep clean/sterilize our bathroom and a few others. I think the carpet needs to be ripped out, but what do I know?
I kinda wish I could see the e-mails she sends to powers that be about their employees. I would be out of my goddamn mind about how much money they cost the management company.
Of course, all the sterilizing and deep cleaning won't mean shit when then next disgusting fucking moron tries to flush her underpants down toilet.
07 February 2012
I've been avoiding the bathroom on my floor for about three weeks. There were just too damn many toilet overflows. The carpet gets soaked and I don't see how it ever really gets dry. It's not like there's a lot of air moving in there or anything. The mold and mildew have to be absolutely heinous.
The bathroom one floor up is marginally better. It seems to get a bit less traffic and they have nice toilet paper. Until they put the new paper towel dispensers in, it was still a mess of bits of paper toweling, but if that's the worst of it, meh.
That appeared to be the worst of it. Until today, anyway.
On my first visit to the bathroom upstairs, I saw that both sinks were full of standing water. Really full. So, I went back downstairs, did my thing and e-mailed the management company. She said they were "checking them out."
I don't know what they did, but three or four hours later, the sinks in the women's bathroom on three floors (ours included) had overflowed black, reeking water. The carpets were soaked. And there was the stink.
AWESOME. The building is six floors. Options include going up three (or four) or going down one (or two, to the basement). Shit rolls downhill, so we figured going up was the best bet. Plus, the lower floors have much more traffic (though, thinking about it now, it's more passing foot traffic than people actually working on those floors).
So, I go up three floors, four or five times this afternoon (I pee so damn much). It's not all that great for my knees, especially after all the up-and-down I did with the moving on Saturday. And my right knee isn't quite back to 100 percent after my little tumble.
There were stalls without toilet paper. The floor looked as if there had recently been a toilet overflow. One of the stalls had blood and/or feces smeared on the wall. But, as far as I know, the carpet wasn't soaked with black, stinking sewage water. So there's that.
As if I wasn't depressed and disheartened enough by the actual work situation, there's this on top of everything else. I just don't know what to do, y'all.
I don't know how so goddamn many people who have no idea how to use a bathroom manage to hold down jobs. The paper towels and toilet paper all over the floor are one thing, but continuously clogging and overflowing toilets, yapping on your phones, smearing blood and feces on walls, knocking tampon receptacles on the floor, not flushing your shit-filled toilets, vomiting everywhere, shitting and pissing on toilet seats, leaving your tampons/pads/used catheters on the floor ... If you think that's okay, how do you manage to work in an office?
06 February 2012
Thanks to a game that flew by and my continuing fatigue from last week and my lack of any sort of a weekend, I got to bed at a decent hour last night. But I'm still wiped out now. Work was busy and I stayed late, so I got to the gym late, so I got home late. Here we go again.
This week I have my review and I'm dreading it. I'm dreading lots of things. I'm also frustrated and angry. Blah, blah, blah. I'm a broken fucking record.
I'm too tired to look for a new job. I'm too distracted with work to remember to call the bowling alley about my potential birthday festivities. But I also feel fairly ambivalent about my birthday (that seems to happen in the weeks leading up to it). Still, I need to get my ass in gear, because I know I'm gonna want to celebrate. Mostly because I want to hang out with my friends and have fun.
I'll get through this week and I'll start feeling better soon. I'm sure of it. In the meantime, I'm going to get some new glasses and buy up some shit at Aveda (and get double points! I'm already halfway to another $150 gift certificate). Oh, and I am dogsitting THE PUPPY on Saturday. If I make it that far, it'll all be okay.
04 February 2012
I fucking beat my parents there, first of all. I mean, they had further to go, but I'm notoriously late for things that start before noon on Saturdays and Sundays. I'm early for everything else, but if it is before noon on a weekend, I will be at least 15 minutes late.
Man, it was a long day with lots of up-and-down stairs. I drove about 200 miles in less than 24-hours (about 90 percent of those miles happened in the last 12 hours). Oh, I got a "break." I took my mom to my nephew's basketball game. That was it's own special kind of hell. I also spent a good little bit of time freezing my ass off, trying to get the puppy to pee/poop. Yes, that was the saving grace of today -- I got to see the puppy. And she was so excited to see me! That made me ridiculously happy.
So, it was a long day. I'm exhausted. I was in bed before 11:30 last night. If I make it to 11:00 tonight, I think it will be a miracle.
That's good, though, because I have to work tomorrow. Oh yes. I have to work on Super Bowl Sunday. This marks three Super Bowl Sundays in a row that I have to work. The first, I worked through the first half. Last year, I managed to finish in time to get up to a bar a few blocks away to watch the game with friends. I honestly don't know where tomorrow will fit on that continuum. But if I'm up early ('cause I'm almost certainly crashing early), I can get to the gym and start working early.
Who the fuck knows. It's just so goddamn depressing. I worked late most nights this week and I don't get a day off until next weekend.
I'm gonna go watch the videos I took of Sadie to make me feel better. At least it's only a week before I see her spazzy, furry face again.
01 February 2012
By now, you've heard about the Susan G. Komen Foundation pulling their funding from Planned Parenthood.
On the one hand, I'm so heartened to see my Twitter feed and Facebook news stream full of people who are angry and disgusted by the move (not to mention those, like me, didn't like Komen in the first place) and, more importantly, are doing something about it.
On the other hand, I'm just so fucking angry about it. I don't even feel like I can formulate an eloquent statement.
But I can donate a big chunk of cash when I get paid on Friday. And I will do just that, because I stand with Planned Parenthood and I believe all women should have access to health care, regardless of income or social status.