Friday's Quote

"All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
Just shake your rump
All I wanna do is zoom-zoom-zoom-zoom and a boom-boom
Just shake your rump" ~ Wreck-N-Effect, Rump Shaker

Ok - If you haven't listened to this in awhile, you probably should. I heard this on the way to work this morning, and even though I'm pissed that it's stuck in my head, it did put a huge smile on my face and make me giggle a bit. That's the kind of day I wish for all y'all.

Dude, my sentiments exactly

And now, a message from People Who Deserve a Beat Down.

Vo writes:

"It's the 21st century. If you work in an office, and the concept of taking an existing document and choosing "Save As" to create a new copy to edit is beyond you, you need to be fired, forced to work in a salt mine alone, chased by rats, and smacked in the head with a shovel. How businesses put up with people not having basic computer skills in today's world is beyond me."

See, this is exactly why the people in my office think I'm some kind of fucking marvel. Because they can't do shit like using "Save As". Yes, I'm totally serious. I'm an Administrative Assistant. I know as much as I should to do my job in an excellent manor. I constantly receive calls from our "Information Systems Department" about how to do the simplest of things in both Word and Excel, and nearly every time, it's to help out some bloated executive making double my salary.

I feel cool for about 2.3 seconds. Then I feel like jamming a spork from the cafeteria into their necks and asking them how that college degree is working out for them. Fucktards.

On the brain today

- Thanks to all who have sent Happy Birthday messages and well wishes. I appreciate you from the bottom of my heart.

- My birthday was okay.

- A couple things regarding Jodie.
First - Someone commented that they wonder what my roommate has done to make me hate her so much. I don't hate Jodie. I'm not a "hater" by nature. I dislike her behavior and selfishness, and I really can't stand her intolerance and immaturity. I especially have little patience for the fact that she believes that her actions are a direct result of her "wanting what is best for me" when in fact, she only wants me to do things (ALL things) the way she would. It took me a lot longer than it should have to see the kind of person Jodie truly is, and that bothers me on many levels.
Second - Jodie and I have the same birthday, only she's two years younger. A friend of Jodie's had a big party for her on Saturday, which I was expected to attend. It was a party for Jodie but she kept saying "Well, it's a party for you too because it's your birthday too." Yeah right. If it's also a party for me, then why aren't any of my friends or family invited or even really allowed to come? She told me it would be "okay" if I really wanted to bring Vin, but probably not the best idea because her entire family (all of which were coming to the party) knows all about "what happened" and it would "probably be very uncomfortable for him" so it "might not be the best idea for him to come". Jodie basically hates Vin. What she also meant but did not say was that she won't tolerate being around him, even for one night. Even to make me happy. Even though "it's my birthday too." If I had more time, I'd get into exactly how much that hurts me right down to my very fucking soul, but I don't have that kind of time today. But it has something to do with the fact that sometimes, you just do things for people because you love them and want to make them happy, even if you are doing something you're less than fond of. Like putting up with being around another person to make the person you love happy.

So yeah, maybe it seems like I "hate" Jodie. But that's just how my pain comes out - as anger.

Not Dead

Um....Hi. Yea, so I'm not dead or anything. Just haven't felt like blogging. Too much and not enough on my mind. Ever have that problem? It's a strange feeling. Nothing really exciting has been going on. I've been catching up on a lot of sleep. I've been spending a lot of time thinking. I've been spending a lot of time relaxing. It's all been very good for me.

It's my birthday this week. Friday the 13th. Yay me. I have a hard time believing I'm going to be 32. When I say the age "32" out loud, I picture someone "grown-up" in my mind. But when I look at me and my life, I think - how the hell am I 32? I'm no freakin' adult! I've heard it's common that people don't think of themselves as a "grown-up" until they've had some sort of defining moment. I've heard it said by some that the moment they became a "grown-up" was when they had to bury (or take care of) their parent(s), or when they had a child or children of their own.

I wonder what my defining moment will be?

Certainly not the passing of another day marking the date of my birth.