Nadia: engaged.
Jenny: engaged.
My sister Jen: ring shopping.
My boss: engaged.
Come on boys, where is MY ring?? To refresh your memory, here is the one I want:
It’s Tiffany and costs less than $1,000. See? I have good taste, but am cheap. Perfection. Who wouldn’t want me???
In all seriousness, it kind of surprises me how little this all effects me. Don’t get me wrong, I am excited and happy and elated that everyone is getting married. I just mean I’m not eye-gougingly upset that I am no where near that point in my life. I used to dream about getting married right out of college (maybe it’s my anti-feministic view on how women’s lib has ruined my chances of staying home to do nothing). Now, I couldn’t imagine it. Because now I kind of dream about dating a lot of random men. Artists and do-gooders and corporate types that I would grow quickly to despise. Maybe it all has something to do with the fact that I want to be a writer (I am a writer; I have to stop living in this what I want to be when I grow up mode). What’s the fun of writing about the same person over and over? Eventually that same old story just becomes too old. I can’t live off of one good plotline forever. The problem there is that I can’t get involved with anyone I might actually like or be afraid to hurt because I know I probably would right now. And I am afraid that if anyone’s ever crazy enough to want to marry me that I’ll never be completely satisfied or end up cheating on him. One thing I don’t want is a divorce. And I also don’t want to end up like my parents, not my idea of happily ever after.
I will stop rambling now and wish everyone in my life a congratulations on your engagements. Love you all!
Posts from February, 2006
tis wedding season
Posted by Val on February 28th, 2006 at 10:19 am | Permalink | 2 Comments » |
girls night out
Posted by Val on February 26th, 2006 at 8:15 pm | Permalink | No Comments » |
Two girls night outs in a row? What am I a female? Really, I spend entirely too much time with boys.
Friday night it was Starbucks with my girls. We talked about the weddings and such as always. I cried because I will be all alone and not married :( not really, but still. Jenny isn’t kicking me out of her wedding for going to Europe this summer, but still might if I buy her anything even remotely shaped like a penis. We determined though that I defiantly should find a guy in Italy to marry. Mmmm. Speaking of yummy things, I had one of these at Starbucks:
It’s a Marble Mocha Macchiato: dark chocolae, white chocolate, espresso, yumyumyum. It’s a new special-type deally. I do love my chococoffee. It didn’t really look like that though, not with the swirlyswirls on top. It was just in a regular ole grande paper cup. After the starbucks we headed over to Jedi’s. Jenny got a breakfast sandwich thing and they put a pickle on it. Who in the world puts pickles on breakfast sammiches???
Saturday Jen P and I went to see the Joffrey’s Romeo and Juliet. Tis quite a wonderful performance. There was one particular moment after Romeo helped his Juliet back up to the balcony and he hoisted himself down clinging onbut before dropping to the ground pulled himself up with the strength of his arms for a final goodnight kiss. Ahshakesperianballetlove. I’ve decided I need to find someone to fall instantly in love with. I’ve also decided I should have been a ballerina (tear).
Today I ignored the fact that I need to do homework and watched HGTV and MTV (there was a True Life documentary on competitive eating, my favorite sport. It showed Takeru Kobayashi, who is like the champion eater of the world. He apparently has some crazy stomach thing where his tummy is lower than its supposed to be so it can expand more or something which leads to why he can eat so much).
I might start scanning some of my old pics. Like old old. Who knows, perhaps I will some day get around to posting my entire collection. Watch for those coming soon.
OH! And quiz time:
Are You Afraid Of The Dark? Telling ghost stories
that scare the crap out of me is your goal in
life. Please stop, the clowns’ll eat me…
What’s Your 90′s Nickelodeon Show?
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man did I love that show. And the quiz gaze me a taste for smores.
i am no quitter
Posted by Val on February 24th, 2006 at 12:04 am | Permalink | No Comments » |
i got this fortune in a cookie in the union of u of i last time i was down there. i didn’t think i still had it until it fell out of my coat pocket and matth picked it up at bw3s.
i concur.
my tummy is full, too much teriaki chicken wings.
i bought the dvd of rent. yay.
i started and finished reading Chuck Palahniuk’s Survivor the other day in less than 24 hours. very good book. it starts on page 289 and is 1 page long. i am going to read james frey’s a million little pieces next to see what all the fuss is about.
last night i watched 4 hours of american idol (2 taped hours from tuesday plus the new 2 hour episode) and then 2 hours of project runway (reuinion special plus project jay special) all in a row. oh, and then i watched oprah. That is what i call a good night.
ummm, i think that is all for now.
nothing to do!
Posted by Val on February 23rd, 2006 at 10:38 am | Permalink | 1 Comment » |
I keep an Excel file open at work.
In it I list all the projects I am working on.
I then highlight the cells to color code them.
White are daily projects that have to be done right away.
Yellow are projects I have finished a draft of and are waiting for people to get back to me with changes and such.
Purple are long term projects (updating the website, etc.)
Blue are projects people have told me they want me to do but have yet to send me all the things I need to start them.
For the first time in like 6 months I have nothing in the white. I usually have about 15 things in the white. I still have 22 things in my agenda, but I can’t work on any of them right now. Man, this feels good.
milkshakes and workquakes
Posted by Val on February 22nd, 2006 at 9:21 am | Permalink | 1 Comment » |
Seriously.
I am not your personal assistant.
I AM ONLY ONE PERSON.
I need to get out of here.
1) Yesterday a woman came in with 2 pages she handwrote and asked me to type it for her. Fine. She then said “I’ll wait here while you do it.” … “You do have time right now, right?” Hell no. I have a list of 30 projects that has not gone down in months. Yeah you can wait, if you want to be standing there for two days. I’m not going to drop everything to do your work when 20 other people came in before you.
2) I get this guy who emails me to print up copies of his feature sheet. I looked at it and then looked up the property online and low and behold, the price is different. I so wanted to not change the price for him, as it’s not my job to look after these things, but then he’d just yell at me. He also demands that I staple his brochures together and then berates me if I don’t. I don’t have time to do that stupid crap.
3) Woman leaves postcards she printed that she wants me to take to the bulk mail center for her. Not only does she not give back the bulk mail paperwork I gave her when I processed the labels for her so I have to reprocess them, but she then calls 10 minutes later while I am running around getting supplies for the office and says “they said you are out running errands, so I assume that means you’re out taking mine.” I seriously wanted to wait a week now to bring them, but I have six other orders that need to be taken.
Basically, my whole job right now is getting berated by agents who think I’m supposed to read their minds and remember everything they’ve ever told me in the past and who think that they are my only client.
In other news, the big boss is back in town and told me they are thinking of hiring someone part time to help out (mind you, they’ve been saying this since I started 1.5 years ago). Basically that person would do the template based stuff and my crap work while I got to concentrate on bigger projects so, as she put it “They don’t need to know any bigger software, like Corel Draw.” Corel Draw???? I want to tell them that they need to hire someone who I can train to replace me in 3 months, but I don’t want to say anything about me quitting until I have an actual plan in place.
I am so worried though that anywhere I go will be more of the same. I am so stressed here. And then I get home and am so mentally exhausted and drained from putting up with this that I can’t work on the things I really want to be working on, like my novel and websites and laundry.
In other news. On my way to MattyK’s last night I stopped at McDonalds to buy milkshakes for Matt and Matt. The McDonalds is all of three blocks from Matt’s house. After about a block the guy in front of me slams on his brakes, my backpack and laptop fly off the front seat knocking over and crushing the milkshakes all over the floor of my 3 month old car. MKs vanilla was in pristine condition. Matt and my chocolates were not. My floor ate well. The boys were nice and gave up watching car shows to help me clean. MK got to drink his damn vanilla shake then and Matt let me drink the remains of one of the chocolate ones and went without.
