Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Am I the only one who notices that Baby from Overcompensating is currently dressed up as Edward from Cowboy Bebop? Man, those two things combined make for one obscure reference. See May 26 for her outfit in full effect.
Some things made me mad today, so I thought I'd share:
- The GM ad on the radio this morning that told me "You have a full life, so you need an SUV."
- Match.com said I needed its new book to "find the person that will change your life." Because, you know, I'm not a full person capable of change on my own. I need someone else to complete me.
- Our esteemed President, in defense of his fellow corrupt businessmen everywhere, berated Russia for holding Mikhail Khodorkovsky without charges. Wait, so those people at Guantanamo are just on vacation? Silly Red Cross!
- Sudan arrested a second aid worker for pointing out the sickening violence that's been occurring against women there for months/years/centuries/forever.
And I just dropped my favorite pot lid on the floor and it shattered into a billion pieces. Gargh, I hate.
Monday, May 30, 2005
Today was the initially terrifying Memorial Day boat party with my boss and the new Spidell manager guy (who took the place of Horrible Rod, whose tenure came to a satisfyingly bad end ... mmm schadenfreude). It turned out to be not terribly terrifying at all, although I am really a nervous nellie who can make everyone within ten feet of me uncomfortable when I'm on a roll. But that is not the point of my tale. We took the boat out through the Huntington Beach marina, under PCH, and zipped over to Long Beach, where we moored (public parking for boats, who'd have guessed?) by Shoreline Village and had lunch, and that was all nice, but on the way back, Lynn said I should come and sit on the prow of the boat with her. I was game, so we took our Coronas up to the front, settled upon some sit-upons, and looped some extra rope around our ankles ("just in case," said Lynn). And then we took off out to sea, at about the speed of sound. Zoom!
Dude. That boat was smacking the waves so hard, I thought for sure we'd be thrown off into the ocean. Lynn's boyfriend is a little deaf, so she kept shouting for him to slow down, and he'd smile and wave. At one point, the boat dipped so suddenly Lynn and I both went flying, and when we landed we dropped our beers, and scrambled all over the prow trying to catch the bottles without dying. We were both soaked in beer, and laughing so hard I thought we'd choke. Lynn looked like she'd peed her pants. It was pretty awesome.
And I got a small sunburn. Happy Memorial Day.
Friday, May 27, 2005
I'm finally done with probably my hardest week at work ever. It's cool that they want to give me extra responsibilities and all, but man. I am beat. "Can you edit this article?" "Can you call these tax-prep software companies and then write about it?" "Can you build these reports?" "Can you make five new banner ads?" "Can you fix these interest rates on the website?" "Can you format this test?" "Can you design these three ads that I needed yesterday but neglected to tell you about until just now while I go pick up my dry cleaning?" "THANKS MEG YOU CAN NEVER QUIT, OKAY?"
I actually had two different people tell me I'm indispensable today. Mm, job security. I also spent most of today in meetings, which was not exciting at all, although I felt important. I am, like, a REAL PERSON, with an OFFICE and BUSINESS CARDS and crap. *gives USC the finger*
I didn't make any plans for Memorial Day, and then I felt kind of dumb. It would have been cool to go camping or something, but everyone else probably had that idea months ago and actually made plans. The outdoors is no good when its crowded. So instead I'll apparently be hanging out with my boss on her boat. We're going to sail around and barbecue! I will consider it an excursion into the lifestyle of the other half. You know, the half with money.
P.S. I went with Jason G. to see Christopher O'Riley play at UCLA Live last night, and I've gotta say, his Radiohead covers are way better than his Elliot Smith ones. But a good time was had by all. And sweet potato fries were had by me at a diner in Hollywood around midnight. I'm running on four hours of sleep, whee!
In June, we go see Aqualung again.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
I got a thing in the mail at work today. It was an ad for a job-recruitment service, claiming it would "teach me the right career moves." I said to Nathan, "But I already know good career moves!" And Nathan said "Me too!"
And then we both started to dance.
thus ends a story with no point
Thursday, May 12, 2005
So, yeah, I basically suck at blog. But if you can forgive me, I will regale you with tales of what's happenin' now.
- Birthday: I turned 23 on the 27th, to a surprising amount of fanfare and frivolity (thanks Lori!). I can mention Lori by name because she claims to not read my blog, out of fear I say terrible things about her. I did maybe once or twice, but I'm not telling you where in the archive to look. Also ... um ... Girl Whose Codename I Forget and Boy of Hers took moi to The Stinking Rose in Beverly Hills (well, near the hills, anyway) and had tasty, tasty, stinky food. And the next day I had to cancel my doctor's appointment because I was surrounded by a noisome cloud.
- Skool: I am now officially registered for classes. Alls I gotta do is tell Daddy and file my severly late financial aid forms.
- Vegas: I just (yesterday) got back from a HOT TAX CONFERENCE in Las Vegas. The conference? More unbelievably nasty obese people than I've ever wanted to see 12 hours a day ever. Why would you let someone who looks like that do your taxes? Ugh. We were there at the fabulous Stardust for four days and three nights, and the one good thing about tax fatties is that they can shell out the bucks. We made almost $10,000 over two and a half days. Not bad, eh? Monday night we walked (staggered holding cocktails we just walked out of the bar with and nobody said anything to us? it was pretty crazy.) over to the new Wynn hotel (it is my hotel!), which was very Alice in Wonderland (think giant, slowly revolving chinese lanterns and an indoor forest hung with globes made of living flowers). Then we had dinner at the Venetian, which smells lovely and has paintings on the ceiling. Wednesday night we went to New York New York and ate at a pub called "The Nine Fine Irishmen," which was as fun to eat at as it is to say. We were never out past 10, and yet I'm still wiped out.
wynne is my middle name
