Here is Another Thing.

When I'm sick at home I always check to see what's on Dr. Phil. Yesterday was no exception, other than I watched the whole hour. Of Dr. Phil. Holy trainwreck.

Do you know what an urban cougar is?

I had no idea.

But I DID know about this site. It's too bad you have to become a member to look at profiles, because I could waste hours there.

My question is - why, as part of a relationship such as this, would you go on Dr. Phil to be publicly ridiculed? I mean, these couples obviously weren't ashamed of their relationships, and I don't think they should be (well, maybe the dude dating the 18-year-old who may or may not have been legal when they met) - they are single, consenting adults who believe that they're in love.

Does love conquer all? Like 20+ year age differences? Like being at completely different points in life? (Um, yeah - totally agreed with Dr. Phil on that one, to my chagrin)

Why would you want to start out with the odds stacked against you when marriage is such a crapshoot to begin with?

And why would you give your girlfriend your dead wife's Mercedes for her high school graduation? More to the point - why would you, as the girlfriend, accept it?

Trainwreck.

Self-Implosion

Sometimes? Life just catches up with you. Yesterday I got out of bed at 11:45. I then slept another two hours on the couch, and was asleep again just after 8.

Today I have a sore throat.

I don't know, but I think my body is trying to tell me something.

Thanks, USPS.

Also This.

Does the day ever come when you stop doubting your abilities and you just do? Just because I don't have 15 or 20 years' experience doing something doesn't mean that I can't, but I find myself in doubt that others are going to see me as capable.

It's hard. And I feel like becoming a librarian makes all of that easier because I can say, "Oh I have an MLIS" - like those are magic words. At least I'll have a couple years' worth of schooling to back it up.

Today, though, I feel like the nice girl who answers the phone and who shouldn't be editing a multimedia script. I know I can do it - I've written them, for God's sake - but I still feel inadequate and like I'm stepping on the writer's toes.

Sigh.

Happy to the Hour!

Of course, I'm drinking alone because my drinking buddy is at a meeting. Somewhere.

It's a beautiful day in Las Vegas, and it reminds me of why I love March. Back on the East Coast, it was the March wind that always signaled the end of winter and warmer weather to come. Out here, it's the end of the worst of the rainy season...even though we didn't have one this year.

I miss standing in that wind at night. I miss very little about New York, but that is one thing that cannot be duplicated.

Of course, 350 days of sun is a good replacement. So was the fact that I was in shirt sleeves at 7:30 last night.

Life is good. And I'm not making dinner.

The Continuing Story...

...Of a quack who's gone to the dogs.

Not really. But after 5 days and as many AT&T reps, I will finally have all of my phone lines today. At some point. And I don't care about that, as long as I have three lines on the phone next to me by the time I go home tonight.

Because I'm not coming to work tomorrow. Instead, I'm going to Vegas to get my hair done. And according to the big boss, I've earned a day off.

No shit.

The last three weeks have been a hell of a thing. I will not coordinate another office move completely on my own. I figure if this company ever moves again, I'll be long gone. And I feel sorry for the next person, because there's a lot more furniture here now.

I did lose three pounds in the last week. So that's something.

So, back to the usual complaints about school and co-workers and life in general.

An Open Letter to AT&T

Hi, call center employees of AT&T-

It's me. Remember me? I placed an order on March 6th to move my office's phone service to our new location and bring my numbers back to you. To save money. You said, "Hey! Great!" And I was supposedly all set. A third party verified the order. I called on the 15th and you said, "Here it is! All set for the 16th!"

Um, yeah.

Then why is it the end of the day on the 19th and there are no phones and suddenly - no order? And why didn't I find out about this until I spoke to the 5th person? Do you care that we're losing business because we have no phones? Now I have left messages for two separate people and some other department is supposed to call me back and I have yet to hear from ANY ONE OF YOU.

Do you understand that this? Is my responsibility. And I believed you. So now I look like an ass, even though THREE SEPARATE PEOPLE confirmed this order before the 16th.

I hate you. And you're the only game in town. So I hate that even more.

Fuck off,
Corinne

On Physical Violence.

I? Would like to hit, punch, or kick right now. I'm not sure why, but I think it might feel really good to do so.

REALLY GOOD.

Maybe I can hit the Staples guy when he finally shows up with my boxes. I need boxes. I cannot finish packing without them. NEED.

Maybe I can hit the slowpokes who are supposed to be readying a package for printing that was supposed to be ready to go an hour ago.

I'd like to hit one of them anyway. So that would kill two birds with one stone.

Maybe I just need a vacation.

Ok Fine.

I just wanted to post this in the sidebar, Blogger.

And That's That.

17 hours roundtrip. 3 hours of sleep. 2 hours on top of a parking garage in the middle of the night. With a bunch of drunk kids.

But I saw the Stardust implode.

Pictures and video to follow after I've slept.

My Kind of Poetry

Courtesy of Alice.

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me—
I screamed and ran away, because have you ever seen Death?
With the skull-head and giant scythe?
No thanks, Death, I'll walk

It's a Good Thing No One Reads This.

The good thing about having no readers is that you never have to worry about not posting. Because really? All I've done this week is pack boxes. And call movers. And spend 40 minutes on the phone with AT&T. And roll drawings and wrap them together. And visit the new office. Several times. With crap. And I forgot my back door key.

And catch up on office gossip. That might have been the highlight of the week.

Today I have a pounding headache and I want drink in the worst way. I have no one to go to happy hour with, either.

Drinking alone at home - there's nothing wrong with that, right? Right?

I am going to see the Stardust implosion next week, though.

Disneyland Disappoints.

When you get up at 5:30 on a Saturday morning to go to Disneyland for a "Behind the Scenes" tour of Pirates of the Caribbean, it would be great if the ride were ACTUALLY OPERATING. Also: if you actually got to go backstage as opposed to standing the queue line and listening to the show producer explain what they've updated. Not her fault. She was lovely.

So yeah - not the high point of my weekend, especially since that debacle made me an hour behind for the rest of the day. I also did not get a picture of Morgan and I from the industry awards show. Fiddle. And whoever hosted the wine service was cheap - everyone got one glass.

I slept a lot yesterday.

Today I sat in my car for three hours, as I had to visit NARA in Laguna Niguel for a school project. Note to self - if I'm EVER an instructor, I will not require a site visit for class...I tried to get out of it as I WORK FULL-TIME during the week, but my instructor was not having any of it. Gah. Fortunately, the person I went to visit was nice and interesting and told me I am definitely on the right career track. So there's that.

Now I'm sitting here staring at an office of unpacked stuff that needs to be ready to be moved in 9 days. And I am evidently single-handedly responsible for everything move related. Gee, thanks co-workers. There's really nothing I'd rather do than deal with this completely on my own.

Bitter, party of one.

Good thing my jury summons is for the last week of this month.

Same Shit, Different Day.

So yesterday I was working on a rant about work and how I feel like I'm the only one who does anything and blah blah blah. Then I got busy and didn't finish it, only to come back to it later and delete the whole thing.

Why? Because it's the same thing I complain about all. the. damn. time. It's never any different, and I don't know why I expect it to change. It's the same shit, different day.

I just have to accept it and move on. And believe that what happens here is noticed by the boss and that someday it'll pay off for me. I guess that it does already since I'm pretty much given free reign to come and go as I please, within reason obviously. I don't take advantage of it (too much). But maybe something that involved dollar signs would be nice. Of course, we have to make dollars before I can have dollars.

Ah, small business. Small creative business. Small fairly new creative business.

It's too bad I like it here.