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Is anyone feeling like it’s sweeps month in Journalland? With all the crossovers we’ve been doing lately within the journals. Yesterday’s entry mentioned how I had to coerce Tim for a link, by mentioning how wonderful he is. Well, it seems I didn’t quote myself properly, and those of you that went to Tim’s page found his correction of what I actually said. Then I went to Krysten’s page to find she had settled a discussion with Tim regarding a certain ‘yuppie’ issue.
The dictionary defines YUPPIE as someone who did pretty well during the 80’s … now they are living in the nice homes, driving nice cars, etc. I also looked up BOHEMIAN, which defines a non-conformist. Perhaps closer to the loft-living, skateboard riding, goatee wearing type of person Tim is looking to be.
Speaking of Tim, he’s taken to calling me Mr. Schloppy-Romantic-Sensative-New-Man-Type, because of some advice I attempted to give him. I wish him all the best with his situation, but I’m far from being Dr. Love. As you all know by my romantic life … I can use all the help I can get.
Do you enjoy flying? Are you sure … really sure?
“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for choosing to fly with Mandarin Airlines. As we taxi out to the runway, please make yourself comfortable. For those of you on the right hand side of the plane … … … … please ignore our other … … … um … … airplane … … . ”
Are you still sure? (click on the photo to enlarge it)
Today is Veterans Day … Rememberance Day in Britain. So happy day to all those remembering something, whether it’s the Veterans in America or something else.
Last entry I mentioned feeling depressed lately … I think it’s affecting me. I used to be witty and funny, now I seem to be serious and well, turning into a freaking Dr. Love.
I need to get that damn sarcastic nature back … the one people love to hate. What is happening to me? Hmmmph.
It’s something to work on.
So, I still love work, but I can already see that it’s going to take over my life. I’ve been working on an e-commerce site since day one, and now have a employee partyscheduled for next Tuesday … which I have to attend, because it has to do with the site. Then the following Monday, I have to attend a launch party for the site. I can hear you … “poor you, all these parties to attend … gawd, your life must really suck!!”
See, going to parties means being social … I dont like being social. Second, I spend all day with these people at work, so spending all night with them doesnt thrill me. Third, the press will be there, so that means cameras … I dont like my picture taken. Do you see where this is going? I’ll be miserable … so why go? Well, if you want to be considered a “team-player” and get noticed by the higher ups, then you attend all company functions. Plus, the VP of Marketing, noticed I was absent from the last one, and said she’d like to see me at future parties … meaning “you have to go”.
I could sit here and be a big whiny butt about the whole thing but if the worse thing I have to do at work is attend some company parties, then I guess I have it pretty good. So I’ll just shadup now.
I hate getting called by salespeople at home. It annoys me.
Ornery Salesperson: Hi, is Mr. Barber in.
Me: Yeah.
Ornery Salesperson: Well, Mr. Barber, I’d like to take up just a few years of your life, while I blab on endlessly about some shit you could care less about … do you have a minute?
Me: Not really.
Ornery Salespeson: Okay … well this will only take a minute … would you like to sign up for some peice of crap service you’ll never use in your whole life but will be billed $100 a month for?
Me: I’m really not interested … bu-bye!
Ornery Salesperson: Well, let me just explain this peice of crap service, because I know you have an endless supply of cash held aside for things just like this … see the service …
Me: Didn’t I just say I’m not interested? (hanging up the phone?
Ornery Salesperson: Please just say yes into your phone and we’ll send the paperwork out to you …
Me: (click)
Ornery Salesperson: Still there … did you say yes into the phone … I know I heard you … I’m sending the paperwork out to you because I think I heard you say yes.
So my group at work went out for lunch today … now I’m willing to try most types of food … and for some reason the people I work with have never heard of things like mexican food, italian food, etc. So where do we go for lunch??
To eat Ethiopian food. Yep, Ethiopians have a type of food. Now, I’m from the 80’s when we were “We are the World(ing)” for the hungry Ethiopians … and here I am eating Ethiopian cuisine.
Something didn’t make sense to me, but I ate it. Basically, you use a thin flat bread (similar to a tortilla) to pick up food from the main dish. There are no utensils, there is no plate for me … just a big main dish, where we all use this bread and our fingers to pick up food. Now the food is mostly purreed … bascially spicy baby food mixtures. It tasted alot like Indian food … and wasn’t that bad. It wouldnt be my first choice … but I’d eat it again.
Ethiopion food … can you imagine? I guess that “We are the World” song worked …
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