Sunday, August 24, 2008

Karma

Oh how quickly we forget...

Lauren's always telling me that something awesome is going to happen to me because I have such good karma, because I am always trying to help people. For a moment there I thought, "Damn, I am a pretty good person. I should have something nice coming for me pretty soon."

But then I checked my stupid Truth Box on Myspace today. I installed that stupid application because I wanted to feel warm and happy, because I saw all the sweet comments Bibi got on there. Of course, mine is filled with "ur ugly"s and "u look like a dude"s and an "i hate u for what u did u dumb bitch." How quickly one can forget that she treated everyone like shit once upon a time.

I'll make a real post once I kick this depression bullshit out of my head. I need to fix myself... again.

Friday, August 8, 2008

All Hands Quarterly Meeting

Yesterday was the quarterly company-wide meeting at Alamo Drafthouse, called All Hands. It started at 8AM and I haven't gotten up before 10AM the past couple of weeks to go to work, since I've been working on the CEO's photos and trying to have a social life which keeps me up all night long. Anyways, as if by some miracle of baby Jesus, I woke up yesterday. I get there and there are free breakfast tacos and whatever the hell you want to order from Alamo is on the house. The meeting is from 8-3:30 though, which is looooonng. All the departments make funny videos or wear costumes or act out skits to go along with their powerpoints. Most departments highlight all the new members of their department, their growth, what they've been up too, what their goals in the future are, thank people from other departments, etc etc etc.

After sitting through quite a few departments talk about their people, it was finally time for the marketing department to get up there and strut their shit. Except all they talked about was the Social Commerce Summit and the product management team. The design team, evidently, doesn't exist. Sam, the CMO, went through at the beginning and mentioned the three newest people in the department, assuming everyone had already met the rest. Well, thanks a lot, dickweed. I would just like the tiniest bit of recognition.

Not only were the designers not mentioned by our own department, NO ONE else mentioned us. Sales, where would you be without sales mockups? Implementation, you obviously have a low staff issue. How would you like to take on all the initial stylings we do for you? And god forbid, you'd all have to learn to use Photoshop to make your own graphics and buttons instead of dumping it all on Litsa and I. Recruiting, it is not by some divine miracle that the jobs get posted on the website. Brett, how in the hell does a high tech company run without a website?

Moral of the story is that we are fucking underappreciated and it puts me in a grumpy mood. ): I'm also obsessed with Jeff Buckley right now, which does not put me in a grumpy mood, but it does make me feel sentimental or bluesy. I love Jeff Buckley. <3

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Week 13: In Review

The drama llama has made a stop in my village. Well, it's not that there is actual drama, just internal conflict that might turn into drama if I don't watch out for myself. So I met this guy named Chet, who is a lanky, squirrely guy that went to college in Montreal. I met him off the dating website. We originally planned to be normal and hang out tonight, but Monday night he go too drunk to ride his bike home from work so I, nicely, went to pick him up. He gets off work at 2am because he DJs at a strip club. I took him home. We hung out in his backyard and chit chatted a bit. We ended up making out and moving it into his bedroom. No, I didn't fuck him. But, he did know how to do some shit that was the most intense thing I have ever felt in my life. I was literally suspended in an orgasm for like 10 minutes and never got the fuck off. Anyways. Good fun. He didn't kick my ass out afterwards either, so I had my first sleep over at a guy's house experience.

By Tuesday, I was wondering why Stephen just dropped off the face of the Earth after we couldn't hang out on Sunday, so I texted him and asked just that. I immediately got a call back from a very somber, quiet Stephen. I asked him what was wrong and after a little bit of talking got him to tell me what was up. The poor boy witnessed his first DOA where some dude got burned alive in his car. I talked with him a little bit about it and had a really sinking, selfish feeling in my stomach afterwards. Blegh.

Right after this happened, Chet booty texts me. I think a transcript is in order so you can all get the full effect:

Chet: "I have to work 2marrow, but want to come by and do a repeat of last night? Except earlier bedtime haha"
Me: "Tonight? Or tomorrow?"
Chet: "Tonight babe"
Me: "I'd have to be short if i and [went] over tonight. I have to finish this work for tomorrow. Could we get together tomorrow after the movie?"
Me: "Herro?"
Chet: "Whoops i didn't know we were planned 4 wed, i told my friend yes 4 friday, sorry!"
Me: "No no i meant after i get out of the movie. I remembered you were seeing it on friday."
Chet: "My one chance to sleep! I just had a panic attack, need to go to sleep asap! bike ride takes like 2 hours too :("
Me: "Are you going to be ok? Can you ride to a bus stop or something?"
Chet: "Nothing is running, i will taxi in the am i guess, i'm going to die! I wish i could sleep outside"
Me: "What is wrong? Why are you panicking?"
Chet: "Lack of sleep gives me panic attacks, i need to sleep!
Me: "I'll come get you. But i cannot stay because i have work to do."

So anyways. Moral of the story is that I'm too nice and he's a probs a basketcase. Oh, but it gets better. On my way to go get him I stopped to get gas and found out that I had a nail in the tire of my rental car. I slowly make my way down to the strip club to pick him up out in the middle of BFE at 1AM and give him a call. He answers and, of course, sounds perfectly fine and also tells me that he thought I knew that he got off at 2. I now have an hour to waste at a stupid strip club out in BFE and a nail in my tire, so I call AAA to come visit me and change my tire. That took them like 5 seconds and then I just passed out until Chet got off work at 2:30AM. I quickly went to drop him off at his house listening to the soundtrack of all the sorries, babes, thank yous and I'll make this up to yous in the universe on repeat in my right ear. We made out in my car for a little bit and then he took his happy ass inside. He i.m.ed me later saying, "Your niceness is unsurpassed." My reply was, "It's my fatal flaw."

This all worried me though. Boys do not call. Boys do not want to hang out. Boys do not call me babe. I thought he was looking for something serious, and I definitely could not see it going there with him and I didn't want him to get hurt. Evidently, Chet just plays by a completely different set of rules. We were chatting last night and he randomly goes, "I just wanted to let you know (nothing about you) that I'm not looking for anything serious right now." I replied with, "Thank god." Yet, he continued to go on justifying himself as if I actually cared. That was kind of funny. I got to explain to him exactly who he was dealing with and that he didn't have to worry about my ass getting clingy. That took a lot of worrying off my shoulders.

As far as the things that this summer of change blog is normally about, currently I haven't been to the gym in a week, nor have I slept, and my apartment is completely trashed. I need to do some cleansing this weekend and refocus.