You are viewing trustme1013

Writer's Block: As primitive as can be

Scarlett curtains
If you were stranded on an island and could pick one thing to have with you, what would it be, and why?

If I could have just one thing, I would take a Leatherman with me.  Those things are fantastic, and you never know what you might need it for.

One book:  Gone with the Wind (always something to discover)
One album:  David Gray's album Life in Slow Motion or maybe his Best of
One brother:  #3, because he can fix and do anything
One movie:  Dear Frankie

Um ... I would also like one hair tie/rubber band ... perhaps one Jack Shepard (LOST!!!!) and one constant (Desmond!!!!).

Writer's Block: Workin' for a livin'

Booth-UNF
What would you consider the worst job in the world, and why?

It would have to be working for the Democratic National Committee.  I can't imagine anything worse than working for a bunch of whiny know-it-alls whose only defense is to get offended when normal people utilize their civil liberties.

... so, yeah.  Was that mean?  Radical honesty (someone's been watching Lie to Me!) is what makes this interesting, though.  ;)

Conversely, I am sure lots of my friends on here would find working for the RNC just as unpalatable, so that's fair.  ;)
Brilliant ... in bed.
Which alias or code name would you be known by if you were a secret agent?

Alias: Anna Fiori
Codename:  Horizon

The alias could change at any time, of course, given the assignment, but I kind of like the idea of Horizon.

I went to high school with this boy!!

Mulder-awkward

When I told Brother #4 that Fafo was going to be on America's Got Talent, he wittily replied, "What do you expect, Little Sister?  He was the class clown, after all!"  
At my high school Fafo did things like: 
-join the spirit squad and dance in a tutu at pep rallies
-at the talent show, dance to 'The Circle of Life' in raunchy style
-dress up in costume all day at school ...

Just because.

Omg, last night I was CRYING I was laughing so hard.  I have such a soft spot in my heart for that boy (that whole family, really.  I am friends with his little sister, who was in my class).  God Bless America that there is a place for Fafo to exhibit his ... 'talent.'

Tags:

A brief moment of vanity

Scarlett-ooooh!
So, I really hate to say this, but I'm going to.

I'm awesome.

Before you start in with your throes of: "No you're not, dude, don't lie!" let me tell you why.

It's because when I have good hair days, I have really good hair days.  I thought that today was going to be a complete wash because the heat index is 105 and it's super-humid out.  I didn't have a lot of time to dry my waist-lengthish golden caramel tresses this morning, for two reasons:

#1:  We changed our hours at work to 8:00 instead of 8:30, losing 30 minutes of my eat-breakfast-dry-hair routine, because God forbid I get out of bed before 7:15, and,
#2:  The five minutes I did spend drying my hair left me with almost no change and really sweaty.  Yes, I've heard of A/C, but I've also heard of cheap power bills.

So, with those things in mind, I thought it was going to be a ho-hum-hair-looks-like-crap Monday.

This is not how it happened, though.  I have banana curls (as my momma called them when I was little) swinging mid-back, and it's not frizzy hair at all, which was a risk when I left it the way I did today.  Normally, the banana curls happen after a few squirts of my Paul Mitchell's Round Trip and about 15 minutes with my diffuser on low... otherwise, I turn into Bohémienne.  My coworker (the zealous receptionist) calls my hair 'princess hair' ... and if that doesn't flutter my peacock feathers, I don't know what will.

So, yes.  Forgive my vanity, but I had to share.  Today, I am slightly more awesome than yesterday.

I would love to hear about your peacock strutting as well.  Please add in your comments.

A continuation on yesterday's drama

Do not want!
So ... Kimmo called me today from our main campus.  She's been called up there to be on a search committee to find new directors for like four of our locations.  She's really good, my friend. 

So, she calls me to determine where my loyalties lie.  I had to tell her that up til now, they've laid along the path of least resistance, because at the end of the day, the path to MY job includes Drama-the-Psychopath (who is often referred to as "Jack-in-the-Box" for her ability to randomly flip out on people on this LJ) and I have to do what I must so she doesn't eff up my recruitment numbers (because she does.  All she has to do is be a bitch to them when they meet her for orientation, and then they go looking somewhere else.  All of my good hard work down the tubes.).  I do what I have to to get by.

Turns out, today, at the main location, she was talking to the super-director who basically said that Drama-Incarnate calls people all over the main campus and spews crap about her and so Kimmo's good name (and hard work) gets tarnished because Kimmo refuses to do the same.  WHAT KIND OF PLACE OF BUSINESS ALLOWS THIS HORSESHIT?!

What she ended up telling me is that the super-director is going to be calling everyone to determine what is true and what isn't.  Kimmo said she hated to ask me, but wanted to know where I stand.  So, I had to go through the entire ordeal of explaining when I took things to our director, it always ended up A, getting back to Drama, who made my life hell, and B, somehow MY fault.  There is no safety net for complaint with our director because he gossips like an old woman -- hence my policy of keeping my head down and my mouth shut, because that's what gets me my paycheck and that's what gets me through the day.

HOWEVER, if asked a direct question or given an open forum for which I might be able to be honest and not be penalized for telling the truth, I would do so, because at the end of the day, I will be judged for how I lived my life, and this CRAP ASS job that makes me miserable isn't worth keeping the peace, if need be.  It's not worth it.  I did tell her the gist of mine and Batshit's conversation behind closed doors (I know, I said I wouldn't, but I didn't tell her everything), and I think it made her feel better.

So  ... yesterday's stress with worrying about Kimmo cutting me off was for nothing, but it killed me to hear her cry today.  How fair is it that she's been the subject of main campus gossip about not being able to handle the job (which isn't true) and she finds this out from our boss' boss?  It's not worth it.  She gave up an AWESOME job offer at the community college to stay here because she was promised that things were going to change ... and they haven't and they won't.  My poor friend.  =(

So, in three days, Batshit's been here a total of maybe ten hours, and she's managed to tell everyone on campus slanderous lies, ruin the peaceful atmosphere we have here, make me feel like Public Enemy #1 because I had to choose between what I thought was the lesser of two evils (weevils) in letting her shut my door and talk shit about my friend.  Well, that ain't gonna happen no more because closed doors don't make friends.  

Anyone know any good voodoo or something to help resolve the Batshit Drama problem I have? (j/k but not really)

ETA:  also, I think the boss is going to gnaw my ass a bit tomorrow.  I had a foreshadowing conversation with him today.

And so the drama continues (work)

Scarlett curtains
Just a quick venting post:

Quick for me because I type like LIGHTNING!Collapse )

Time to go home!  Way to use company resources!  Go me!

A shining moment of common sense!

Scarlett curtains

I just had a moment of incredible relief:

 

My twin’s wife (how weird is it to say that!?  I’m going to have to get used to it!) just called me – I had called her on Friday night regarding some pottery she wanted painted, which I won’t have a chance to finish/bring with me when I go home this week.

 

She messaged me on FB telling me she’d call me later.  It’s 10:20, and she called me this morning.  I give a hushed, “Hi, Ruth!”

 

She asked me if she woke me up.  Lol, if only!  I told her I was at work, and you know what she says? “Oh?  Can we talk later, then?”

 

Omg, I about hit the floor.  What a novel thought, not chitchatting whilst earning money, which almost always gets me a look of distain from my boss and a comment about how I “talk to my family too much,” (which is a topic for another time).

 

I told her I get off after six, and would that be ok?  She said sure.  Omg!

 

Now, some of you might be wondering why this is a BFD.  It’s a BFD because SIL #2 calls me almost daily, refuses to use my direct line, harasses the staff here, and then asks me if I “have a minute.”  I’m a shit liar, so I always say I do, because I often have a minute or two.  This turns into a twenty-minute conversation about what Allie is doing, or what Brother #2 is up to, or something mundane that could wait until I am wasting my time, not my college’s.

 

I have mentioned, numerous times, that I’m under a lot of pressure here, and have crap to get done, however, these comments go in one ear and out the other.

 

I guess I’m just amazed that SIL #5 listened to what I have to say, and from now on, she’ll realize I have a 9-5 just like most of the rest of the world.  (The Twin works graveyard, three days on, four off, etc.)  I love her.  My heart is now warm for this new SIL that before was just mildly enthusiastic.  I’m going to have to give her a huge hug when I see her Thursday.  =)

Third Day Revelation

Zombie
Snagged from ophelia_winters 

RULES:
1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, Songbird, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Tag AT LEAST 10 friends. seriously, who does that anyways?
5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing. If you want to do it, go ahead XD
6. Have Fun!

avast!Collapse )

Tags:

Good news? Try GREAT news!!!!

Scarlett-ooooh!
All:  Brother #2 and SIL #2 took Allison to Walter Reed today.  A few things:

#1 -- Allison is FINE.  She's fine, she's going to be fine; she's a wonderful, happy, chunky chunk of baby love.  And she's going to stay that way.

Until she's not a baby anymore, but let's not rush that along.

#2 -- WONDERFUL experience.  The doctors there in the peds oncology unit apparently make it their job to be thorough.  They gave personal pager numbers out, spent time with my brother and his family, and made every effort to make sure they understood what is going on in Allison's little body.
#3 -- Her platelet count rose from yesterday to today.  Her body is fixing whatever went wrong.
#4 --  She's FINE.  Oh my gosh, she's fine.  Thank you, thank you, thank you, Lord!!!

Ok, the technical stuff:

Allison has a condition, they found out today, called ITP:  Idiopathic Thrombocytopenia Purpura.  As in, hey -- she has this low platelet count, and we don't know why.  The Hematologist/Oncologist said that children can get a virus and their platelet level can drop and people never know it, A, and B, it corrects itself.  Allison was exposed to a little boy at the Twin's wedding, Coltin, who had a nasty stomach bug.  Never mind that his mother had no problem plopping that kid on a plane from Maryland, and he was supposedly still sick.  He was puking all weekend.  "Oh, everyone who has come into contact with him has gotten sick."  Thaaaaaanks.

So, Allie probably got Coltin's bug, but didn't chuck everywhere (thank God), like poor little Coltin was doing all weekend.  Rehearsal dinner, wedding, breakfast on Sunday ... I digress. 

The doctors also said that her leg might have turned purple because she sat on it funny for a while, and because of the platelet count being low, grâce à some virus, it took a while to rally itself to her normal fleshy self.  SIL #2 says that perhaps it was God saying, "Yeah [do you think God says 'yeah'?], the leg's not the problem, but I'm showing you this to show you something else"... As in, she wouldn't have known there was a platelet problem without her purple foot.

All in all, Allison is okay, and will be okay.  They're going to monitor this and see that her level is normal by this time next week.  My little chunka-chunka-baby-love is gonna keep on lovin'.  Thank you so much for your prayers and thoughts, guys.  

Here's a picture of mah niece with a stoagie, I mean, pretzel rod:

Profile

Scarlett curtains
trustme1013
trustme1013

Latest Month

January 2011
S M T W T F S
      1
2345678
9101112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
3031     

Syndicate

RSS Atom
Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by Tiffany Chow