MIA
Yes, MIA. I apologize for my absence. I haven't gone anywhere or done anything exciting. I was just missing from here. Not my job. Heavens no!
Yes, so I've been promoted, thus I've been swamped! That's my only excuse. You know, its tough working two jobs. I'm still working my old job until someone is hired to replace me, plus my new much more demanding job. Thus I'm writing on my lunch break (I normally post during work hours because I'm SO bored... not so now.)
With my new job came a new desk. A cubicle actually. Funny thing about cubicles. You can hear what other people are saying. Example: I typed out a letter for a guy in the office yesterday (he's in the cube next to mine), and gave it back to him so he could get signatures. So, I come in today, as I'm booting up my computer I hear, "She really screwed this up" from the guy's supervisor. Then I hear, "Well, if she wanted to make it official, she screwed up." Then I hear my name said to another woman in the office and she laughs. Then I hear my boss say something with my name involved. And NO, I'm not just being paranoid. So, the next time my cubicle neighbor comes around the corner I ask him what I screwed up on... he acts as though he didn't know what I was talking about.
Him: "What makes you think you screwed something up?"
Me: "Oh, probably when your supervisor said 'She really screwed this up.'"
Yeah, so he shows me the letter. The mistakes on the letter ARE NOT my fault. Why didn't he say that? The screw ups were in original letter... the one he just asked me to type up. Yeah, NOT MY FAULT! Of course, he didn't tell that to his supervisor, so now I just look like a moron. Typical.
Sorry for the rant. Now I'm just really paranoid that I'm doing things wrong.
To continue with my singleness theme I've decided I'm tired of guys (don't go thinking dirty, I'm not switching to girls!). Guys suck. I haven't been asked out in months. I haven't been on a decent date in what feels like FOREVER! But I'm beyond the point of caring now. I guess I'll just be celibate forever. oh well.
Why are people always quiet in elevators? Why is it I can be carrying on a perfectly interesting conversation but as soon as we get on the elevator it comes to a screeching halt? What is it about elevators that makes everyone shut up? And why do we never talk to the people in an elevator? Is it really that weird to talk to people that you share a building with? I want to talk to people in elevators but I'm afraid its part of a code that I'm not yet aware of. I mean, is there really a rule that says everyone is to be silent on an elevator and either stare at the floor or watch the floor numbers change? Just a thought.
Ranting and Raving
This is something I got from my friend Anti-Drama Queen.
And I thought I'd had some bad dating experiences.
Which I
have.
To be honest, I've found that I talk more about dating then I do anything about the city. Well, to tell you about my exciting news. RESTAURANT WEEK IS HERE!
Try to curb your enthusiasm.
Restaurant week is when all the hoity toity restaurants around DC open their doors to paupers like me, where for one week only, they do a flat rate on their meals. For a 3-course dinner, $30.06! Not bad!! Most of these meals would usually run about $80 a pop! So you can imagine my excitement! Reservations are required so I booked something for every night next week. Hm...
$30+tip+tax= about $40 a night
$40 x 6 nights of eating out = $240
$240 + 3 friends everynight + TONS of good eats =
pricelessYeah, so next time you come to DC, be sure to come during restaurant week so you can eat at places like
these.Who ever said I wasn't frugal?
Oh yeah, because I've been shopping online all day, I guess you couldn't exactly call me frugal. I mean, its a one day sale! What am I supposed to do?! Its not my fault they* chose today to have a sale. Plus what's a girl to do when she does nothing but sit at a desk all day? Well, besides eat, check email, perfect doodling my doodle bug (his name is Sammy the Snail), run stuff to the Navy Yard, you know, do some actual work, oh read some blogs, and just sit staring into space... besides all that, of course.
I mean, hello! They pay me to do
something, right? Let me know if you know what it is.
Oh, I start my new job (the one I got promoted to) next week. We'll see how I do! Keep your fingers crossed!
* They being Spiegal.
my bottomless pitt
Just FYI, I'm a happy person generally speaking. I'm known for laughing a lot and smiling most of the time. However, I'm also known for holding grudges. I don't let a person fool me twice. I just thought I'd put that note out there just so you know, despite my postings, that I'm rarely depressed, constantly stressed, but a generally happy individual.
Now we may continue with previously scheduled programming.
As I sit at my desk all day, I think of how hungry I am. Even if I've just eaten! I lead a fairly boring meal regiment. I always have wheat thins, a jar of PB, craisins, canned peaches, oatmeal, hummus, breakfast bars, and beef jerky. I eat oatmeal or a breakfast bar every morning, a snack of beef jerky (I know some people think BJ is gross, but its a staple... hello? Protein!), hummus with crackers for lunch, and then snack on healthy crap for the rest of the day.
I hate healthy food.
Despite how much I hate healthy food, 9 out of 10 times I'll order a salad on a date. Why? Because when I'm on a date, I'm on my best behavior. At least at first. Also, I never finish my food when I'm on a date, although I'm a huge pig normally. Why? I HAVE NO IDEA!
I wish I could figure out why I'm never hungry when I'm on the date.
Am I self conscious? You bet!
Am I afraid he'll think I'm a pig? You bet!
Am I afraid I'll get something stuck in my teeth? You bet!
Yes, but the deal is that I'm not purposely eating very little. I can't help it! I mean, I'd love to pig out on his penny, but I'm.not.hungry.
So, inevitably, I come home starved. But I'm not hungry until I walk in the door. Or until he leaves my side. As soon as I get home, I heat up the leftovers, eat a pint of ice cream, and then make a bag of popcorn covered with melted marshmellows and PB (if you haven't tried it, you
have to try it... although, more likely than not, you haven't tried it since, to the best of my knowledge, I created it). Yes, I can eat an entire bag.
Yeah, then I complain about how I can never lose weight.
Hehe. I'm a nut case. But just maybe all girls are like this.
My brush with adulthood
Whenever I know I'm getting money, like for a birthday or if someone owes me money, I spend it on something frivilous. I know its all well and good to save money or put in a payment on the credit card, but I believe that I need to treat myself every now and then. I never fret about "treating" myself, because I know the money's coming.
Recently, due to my diligent efforts at work (note the sarcasm) I was put in for a Spot Award, which I was awarded last week. This award included some money which they said would be deposited in my bank account. After talking to the other girl getting the same award, we searched and found on the company website that the award would be $100. Yes, I was disappointed, but that didn't keep me from hoping on the good ol' internet and spending it right there and then. One pair of shoes and a pair of pants later, it was gone before it even existed.
Fast forward to today. I realize I need to make a payment on my credit card. Ugh. The dreaded credit card. So, I logon to my bank website only to see $1000 more than I had anticipated I'd have in my checking account. $1000 SMACKERS!
At first I thought that maybe my paycheck was put in early, but no. Then I thought it might be an accounting error (obviously in my favor), but NO! The award was for $1000! So, the good news is that yes, I spent the anticipated $100 award, but now I have $900 more dollars... which I promptly send to my credit card company.
Yeah, I'm responsible like that.
