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This is my default category and consists mainly of my mundane ramblings.

Tikka Tikka Tikka

I was so angry with my company’s so-called leadership team this afternoon. They just don’t get it. So when the clock ticked 5:00, I left. Why should I give them my overtime when they are such pig-headed jerks? On the train I realized I was hungry. How about I make something? Like Chicken Tikka Masala? It seemed ludicrous to me but what else did I have to do? I grabbed the easiest recipe I could find and went to Giant to buy the ingredients. $30.00 later I was frying chicken breasts and measuring spoonfuls of garam masala seasoning. It took me about an hour in all. It’s now 8:00 and I am ready for dinner. Honestly, it’s not bad. It’s not good either. But it’s not bad!

Oy Vey

Yeah, I can feel the crunch. Management has started their threats again. (Not just to me but all the sales folks. Make calls, make more calls, find opportunities! WE ARE WATCHING YOU. You must document everything in a very slow CRM that takes forever to change screens. We don’t care that you spend most of the day waiting for the CRM. Do it at after work. Uh, but that’s called after work for a reason. If I am sitting for hours trying to enter activities then it’s still work, right?

I got home at 8:00. Pissed away an hour eating and putzing. Turned my computer back on around 9ish and worked until 11. I still didn’t finish everything. I wonder if I am trying to accomplish too much? I feel like I should be able to do it. It shouldn’t be so difficult. I gotta tell you, I sometimes have fantasies of going to Staples and buying a copy of ACT! I know ACT! would be faster and easier to use than the million dollar CRM I am trying to use. And I would be able to use it on the train and places where I can’t get Internet.

I’m mad at the dirt

Today is a day off for me. No, I do not work for the government! For some weird reason my employer gives us federal holidays off. I love it. Except my customers can’t figure out why I am not available and they freak out a little bit. At any rate I spent the morning cleaning and re-arranging the donnavilla. It’s a remarkable improvement. The dust is gone. There’s still more to do but I can’t help but rest a little and look out at my furniture that no longer looks velvet and smile.

Last week I went to the Electric Factory and saw Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. I am happy to report I was not the oldest lady in the room. There was one chick older than me. Although I was the only person not high on marijuana. The opening band was Kid Congo and the Pink Monkey Birds. They were great. When Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds finally took to the stage I mistook the one drummer for Nick Cave. He was wearing a navy blazer and khaki trousers. I couldn’t help but feel almost disappointed. But then he went behind one of the drum sets and out came this skinny, old, porn star looking leprechaun and I breathed a sign of relief… now this is Nick Cave!

Here’s a clip from the concert I found on Youtube:

I was standing right next to the guy who was hooting so loudly. On my other side was a woman with blond hair who appeared to be giving a lap dance to an invisible man. It was odd. Heck, everyone there was odd. It was a lot of fun.

Time has not yet come to pull the plug

I want to apologize to each and every one of you who reads this blog with any regularity. Yes, I am talking to all 5 of you. I’ve been slacking and sucking of late. I know it. And I am sorry. I owe you guys better entries but I’ve honestly been blocked. Everything I write seems stupid to me. Yeah, even more stupid than what is typical for me. How can I write silly little entries when our government and economy are crumbling? I am surprised more people aren’t in an uproar. No, not over donnaville sucking. I am talking about the world right now. I am surprised at the number of people who know McCain is a poor choice but will vote for him solely because his name is on the Republican ticket. I am even more surprised at the people who seem to think Obama offers “change.” I am assuming he’s providing it in nickles and dimes since I am not seeing any other kind of change in anything he’s saying. I am shocked people aren’t up in arms over these bank and mortgage bailouts. I want to jump up and down and scream not only because we are clearly on track towards socialism but no one seems to care. I, for one, do not want the government telling me they know what is best for me nor do I want them taking the money I earned (working my ass off) and redistributing it to people who don’t seem to understand the concept of a balloon mortgage OR to the big banks who preyed on these people. I could keep going on and on but this is not a political blog and I know you guys don’t give a crap what I think. I just want to explain why I have seemingly stopped blogging and why those entries I do write are totally devoid of anything even remotely interesting or consist solely of silly YouTube videos.

Bear with me. I suppose eventually I will grow accustomed to this brave new world and the repulsion I feel every minute will slowly dissipate. And before I know it, I will be back to writing silly entries again.

Na Zdorov’ye!

NOooooo

I normally listen to XMRadio in my car– that may be why I am 3 months behind on this but I just found out they removed my favorite online only channel from their lineup. On the Rocks is GONE! It specialized in Lounge Music from the 60’s and 70’s very much like Luxuria. And now it’s gone. Dang it.

Guess I’ll just listen to Luxuria instead.

Silent screams

I watched a bit of Glenn Beck. I had to turn him off. He was telling his audience to stock up on food. His guests were saying that super inflation from this bail out is going to simply wipe us out. Sure our FDIC-insured bank accounts are safe but the value will be gone. One of his guests said, “You will spend $100,000.00 on a tank of gas!”

Can I tell you I feel sick? I can’t figure out if this is just another over-hyped Y2K: Planes will drop from the skies! or if everything Glenn Beck and his guests were saying is true. I mean, am I going to suddenly find myself enveloped in a black and white world, hocking newspapers on the street corner while wearing knickers and a jaunty little newsboy cap and eating my meals at the local soup kitchen? Am I going to have to eat my shoe and entertain myself by placing potatoes on the tips of forks and doing a little dance? Or is it just going to be okay?

I read where just the other day a Financial Planner killed his wife, mother-in-law and three sons before turning the gun on himself. The reason? Financial woes. One of Glenn Beck’s guests said that during the Great Depression unemployment was at 25%! Or course that also means that 75% had jobs. That’s still the majority. Regardless of how unique I think I am, I have always fallen into the majority. Should I go out and stock up on Campbell’s Soup? How about bars of gold and silver? Or should I just sit back and wait and see? Of course by doing that I may find my nest egg going to fill up a single tank of gas.

I keep thinking of Doris Day. Que sera, sera.

Dog Cake

I got my hair cut today. It was really long. So long that I was wearing it twisted up and clipped, kinda like Sarah Palin’s coif. I wasn’t sure if I was doing it because it was too long or if Sarah seemingly made it okay to wear your hair up again.

I am laying here feeling positively hungry. I really need to get some food in me. Boneless Buffalo wings and beer would taste dang good. Something has been going on with my brain. I am getting soft. Why? I keep thinking I should become a vegetarian. I feel guilty when I eat meat. I picture the living animal and I feel horrible. Of course I feel just as horrible imagining life without meat. I mentioned it to one of my colleagues and he said I should remember that vegetables are alive just like aniimals. They are all carbon-based life forms and if I can guiltlessly eat vegetables I should be able to guiltlessly eat pig, cow and chicken. “Could I then guiltlessly eat dogs or cats?” He said that’s something totally different and I shouldn’t confuse matters.

Freud

I was on the phone with one of my clients. He was frustrated at certain things that were occuring at his workplace and he said to me in jest, “Do you know of any good therapists?”
“I can only offer you the name of my therapist, Dr. Yuengling.”

🙂

I wish I could visit him right now.