Apparently Princess Sparklepants decided it would be wicked awesome to tag me.
Clothes: Wear them. Oh.. you were asking what kind? A lot of stuff from GAP
Furniture: Sitting on it. Oh... what kind? Lotsa IKEA stuffs
City: Just outside of Atlanta. In Cobb County -- you know, where The Big Boss Man is from.
Sweets: Love 'em. Oh, what kind? Chocolates... and cheesecake...
Drink: Pepsi. Seriously. I live in a Coke city, but love me Pepsi
Music: Lately a lot of Lady Antebellum.
TV Series: Prison Break, American Idol
Film: That icky layer at the top of the Chattahoochie? Oh... as in movies. All over the place.
Workout: Used to. need to get back into it.
Pastries: Krispy Kreme.
Coffee: yuck.
I'm too lazy to tag someone else right now. We'll see later.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Pro-Choice or Anti-Sex
Conversation Sis and I had:
Sis: Boss just said "Remember this... That Barack Obama approves in abortion & thats all you need to know"Kinda amusing. I won't sit and rant about my whole views about the topic.
Sis: LOL... *I* am pro-choice
Me: I am anti-sex
Me: therefore there's no choice about it :)
Me: no children, no choice :)
Sis: LMAO!
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
It's a small world afterall
Ok, this is all accident. I was tracking where a package of mine was and was wondering where a zip code was. I was doing a little zooming out and I accidentally zoomed all the way out. Then I was like, "Something's odd. I'm seeing doubles!"
I guess that's what happens when you have a lot of real estate room on your screen due to a sharp resolution.
I guess that's what happens when you have a lot of real estate room on your screen due to a sharp resolution.
I'm OK -- at least for now
The past few days were very chaotic. As you can imagine from my last post.
I got the news at 2. I spoke with HR for about half an hour. Then I ran into Princess Sparklepants when I got out of the elevator and she asked if I needed to go for a walk. Of course I did. She apologized profusely, even though she had absolutely nothing to do with the situation. I know she felt bad because she knew for a while and wasn't allowed to say anything. I still love her though!
I left the office about 3:15ish or so. I called my chiropractor and asked if she could see me earlier... like "now". She asked if everything was alright. I said no. She asked what was wrong. I said couldn't say and started crying. She said she'd meet me at her office in 20.
I saw her pull in, she asked what was wrong, I gave her a hug, started crying and told her I was getting laid off. Of course, she's not thrilled either. I cried for about 15 mins in her office. We convinced me everything is going to be alright. She adjusted me and I went home and started calling everyone else.
Thursday night, I didn't sleep well. I had a messed up dream where I was saying goodbye to everyone and didn't make it past three rows of cubes before I lost it. I woke up bawling my eyes out.
I didn't do diddly squat on Friday. I wanted to sit and eat a gallon of Ben & Jerry's (shut up. you can buy 8 pints to equal a gallon) and bon bons, but I decided I couldn't afford it. I then decided I was going to be OK and decided I would have a "getting laid.... off" party! As a friend of mine said, "I love that you get laid off & decide to throw a party."
Over the weekend I realized how many contacts I have that I can call on. It's going to be a lot easier this time than when I first moved to Atlanta.
Monday was tough. I came in and acted all cheery. It seemed everybody I talked to knew about me "being a victim" (btw, that's my new phrase -- I'm a victim!). Very though to talk to people. But I decided that I'm gonna make it!
Of course, today I saw the fortune cookie I got a month or so back that made it all make sense:
Heaven bless those fortune cookies!
I got the news at 2. I spoke with HR for about half an hour. Then I ran into Princess Sparklepants when I got out of the elevator and she asked if I needed to go for a walk. Of course I did. She apologized profusely, even though she had absolutely nothing to do with the situation. I know she felt bad because she knew for a while and wasn't allowed to say anything. I still love her though!
I left the office about 3:15ish or so. I called my chiropractor and asked if she could see me earlier... like "now". She asked if everything was alright. I said no. She asked what was wrong. I said couldn't say and started crying. She said she'd meet me at her office in 20.
I saw her pull in, she asked what was wrong, I gave her a hug, started crying and told her I was getting laid off. Of course, she's not thrilled either. I cried for about 15 mins in her office. We convinced me everything is going to be alright. She adjusted me and I went home and started calling everyone else.
Thursday night, I didn't sleep well. I had a messed up dream where I was saying goodbye to everyone and didn't make it past three rows of cubes before I lost it. I woke up bawling my eyes out.
I didn't do diddly squat on Friday. I wanted to sit and eat a gallon of Ben & Jerry's (shut up. you can buy 8 pints to equal a gallon) and bon bons, but I decided I couldn't afford it. I then decided I was going to be OK and decided I would have a "getting laid.... off" party! As a friend of mine said, "I love that you get laid off & decide to throw a party."
Over the weekend I realized how many contacts I have that I can call on. It's going to be a lot easier this time than when I first moved to Atlanta.
Monday was tough. I came in and acted all cheery. It seemed everybody I talked to knew about me "being a victim" (btw, that's my new phrase -- I'm a victim!). Very though to talk to people. But I decided that I'm gonna make it!
Of course, today I saw the fortune cookie I got a month or so back that made it all make sense:
Heaven bless those fortune cookies!
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