Between boredom and disturbing, but a little past the ocean

Hello, fronts, it’s been a long time. Highlights of things that occurred between my boredom post, my disturbing post, and just after my trip to Cali.

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Happy hour

So, my little LIF I had to train, way back when, came back for more training. He was only here for 2 weeks. He was all upset that I wasn’t going to be there to train him on stuff. But, um, hello….YOU TOOK MY JOB!!!! He asked about my last day, and my new start date for the new job and why couldn’t I be there to train him… blah, blah, blah…Again…Hello, YOU TOOK MY JOB!

Anyways, he was here for two weeks. Part of those two weeks overlapped my drip to FL. He wanted to get together while he was here. I set up a HH for the second week he was here. Had a good time. The watering hole selected seemed to have a good HH menu. They had 32oz drafts for $3.50!! HELLO!! Meanie and I asked what the draft specials were when we got there and got Blue Moon. Halfway through my Blue Moon, thanks to my lack of eating, I was totally getting tipsy. I could feel myself getting all sway-y and loosey-goosey. I had to eat ASAP. Had some pizza, felt better. But holy cow, once it hit me, it hit me hard. When it was time to settle up, we found out the Blue Moon was $8 not $3.50. Asked the waitress about it. She said she told us those were premium and not part of HH. Lying fucking bitch. We asked about the HH stuff, and mentioned the word HH a million times when ordering…she never said anything about Premium. We paid, and Tourettes was with us, she said DO NOT TIP. I can’t totally screw people over…so I left her a little less than 10%. Fucking bitch.

The HH was fun, LIF took lots of pictures. I was happy to see him for a bit while he was here.

Spoke too soon on the boredom

After I said I was bored and didn’t have anything to do at work, I was doled out a task!! WOO HOO!!! All data entry!! WOO HOO!!!! At least it got me in the system and gave me something to do. Even though it’s boring as fuck. And I’ve been doing more training, and slowly building my arsenal of capabilities. ROCK OUT!!

Holy fucking frigid batman.

Cold front came in this week. Went from 80-something down to 60-something. Not bad...however the overnight temp drop is like just hovering over freezing. I had to put my heat on this morning. The temp inside the condo was 61. Fatboy is all cold and wants to cuddle to keep warm. I can’t hold him and work, so I gave him a blanket while he sleeps next to me. He seems to be doing better. But this morning though, after I woke up and threw on some clothes, and took Jaeger out, I went to go potty. The toilette seat was so cold, I thought for sure my ass was going to freeze to it…I’d be needing to sending a little SOS to god knows who about helping me release myself from the seat.

Anyways, so my heat is on (66), and I’m still chilly.

However, this weekend, temps supposed to rise to 90! God I love Arizona and the inconsistency of the fall weather. I thought Chicago was supposed to be bad… Phoenix is definitely proving it’s nothing to shake a stick at.

NEW MOON NEW MOON NEW MOON!!!!!!

I BOUGHT TICKETS FOR THE MIDNIGHT SHOW!!!!! I BOUGHT TICKETS FOR THE MIDNIGHT SHOW!!!! I BOUGHT TICKETS FOR THE MIDNIGHT SHOW!!!!! I BOUGHT TICKETS FOR THE MIDNIGHT SHOW!!!!

Meanie, Skank, and I are braving the pre-pubescent crowds yet again for the midnight viewing of what will sure be a cinematic classic!! And we are doing the double feature option, of seeing Twilight beforehand. Hell, if have to wait for hours before the show, might as well watch a movie!

God, is it Nov 19th yet?? I really, really, really need me some new Edward to drool over. I miss him.

And I'm a little excited to see this one all wet and half dressed...I'll never be Team Jacob...but I'm always pro eye candy. Ha cha cha!!

Speaking of New Moon

The soundtrack…LOVE IT!!! There are 3 songs I’m not crazy about, but one of them is really starting to grow on me. I have been having my own soundtrack playing in my mind for the series, of course, none of my songs are featured. I can’t see where the songs go in the movie. All I have to say is that The Killers’ White Demon Love Song is sooooo anti-Edward and amazing. It’s great.

Dinner dates.

Meanie, CC and I had dinner last Friday. Topic of conversation…ways of dying. It started with scary movie talks. I mentioned Ghost Ship…stupid movie, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it (remember Hitler???). So there were all these mass ways that people were being killed, and all I could think of was how would I want to die, if I was on that ship??? For weeks after, it was all I could think about it. And it started to freak me out. So I mentioned to CC and Meanie that I think if I had to choose extreme heat or cold as my way of dying, I take cold. Figuring that eventually I’ll feel warm, fall asleep and never wake up. CC and Meanie said heat was the way to go, seeing that you’d get all delirious and crazy, you’d have no clue what would be going on and then you’d die. Meanie said something along the lines that if you get saved from freezing to death, you’d have no limbs from all the frozenness, whereas with dying, you’d still be intact, but mentally impaired. I said I’d rather lose my fingers and keep my mind, than remain physically the same, but have the mental capacity of a three year old. CC said, yeah, but you wouldn’t know you weren’t normal!!

Then we talked about the movie Paranormal State. Meanie said she was looking online and found out the ending. So I told her to tell me about it. And she did. We both want to see it, but are a little apprehensive. When I went home (alone, fatty was staying at my parents’ since I was heading north in the morning to visit a friend for the rest of the weekend)…I started thinking again about ways of dying, the Paranormal Activity…and I spooked myself out. I couldn’t go to sleep until 2am. I kept thinking I heard things going bump in the night, and wondering if there were any ghosties visiting me.


Speaking of Paranormal Activity…


Going to see it this weekend with Meanie, Meanie’s friend, and a coworker from the old place. It’s only an hour and half long, which I’m sure will provide a life time of torment and trauma. I don’t know what I want to see this movie, but I have to…I NEED TO!!! It’s some crazy obsession. I’m excited and terrified all at the same time. I’m sleeping at my parents’ house afterwards, so I don’t have to be home alone!!

God help me!


And speaking of the old job…


Things are moving so well over there in the land of the great Indian take over. And I was asked if I would be willing to come back, part time from home. Seeing that I loved my team so much (or at least SuperJ, CwJ, and Meanie), I said yes. SuperJ was in the talks with the powers that be, and it got approved today. I told SuperJ, I’m hearing the Welcome Back Kotter theme song in my head.


I have to say, I really, really hope that whoever thought this off shore business was going to work is thoroughly kicking themselves in the ass. There’s been sooooo many fuck ups with trying to make it work, that I wonder if they’ll really see the financial outcome they were hoping for. I don’t see them gaining profits for a long time to come giving all the money they have to dish out first.

Swift move, aces.

And, as much as I love my team, I will not be giving parting gifts on my second exit. But I’m happy to be back, even if I’m not going to be in the office every day.



The Mama!!

GREAT NEWS ON MY MOM!!! Cancer levels in her blood is now at a normal level. The tumor still needs to shrink some before they can remove it, but it’s dying away. She had a rough month in September and didn’t have chemo the entire month, but when she did her scan just after that, the tumor hadn’t grown any. It had stayed the same size as the previous scan 6 weeks prior. So that’s really really good!!



The Pioneer Woman.

I love PW. Her cookbook was just released. I pre-ordered it from the crack dealer. And she’s going to be in Tempe next week. I’m going to see her…get my book signed, and if I’m lucky maybe even a picture!! Crazy excited about that.


Make new friends…but keep the old…


One is silver and the other gold. That little ditty is one of 3 maybe 4 things I remember from my brownie/girl scout days. Hitler and I went to the meeting. We had 5 girls to assist with the loom hats. One girl was sooo unfocused and such a chatterbox. Good lord she was annoying. But I didn’t swear, say anything inappropriate or anything. SCORE FOR ME!! But, we were there for 2 hours helping them loom. I could have made at least one hate in that amount of time…I think they might have gotten 4 rows max. And I had to sacrifice my loom hook. One little girl, who was sooo quiet and focused, didn’t have one, and I leant her mine. She was looming soooo tightly, that she was bending my hook. I can just go to Mike’s and buy a new one for a couple of bucks… She can keep the bent one.



It’s a classic…

New BC42 read….are you ready for this??? Pride and Prejudice!! I KNOW!!! You are totally shitting yourself aren’t you?? God knows I was when I started reading, then paused so Tuschka could read it with me. I needed to find out what was soooo special about this Mr. Darcy character. I mean, is he really better than Edward?? Some seem to think so. But Edward is pretty high on my pedestal, so I don’t know how Darcy can reach. Plus in the 1st BC42 book, the chicky was all about the Darcy. So, we are going to read it now.
However, I started a smutty Megan Hart book that I need to finish first…ha cha cha. Tempted- it starts with a BANG!!!


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Okay…I’ve fronted. I know I missed stuff…but I don’t know what else to say right now. I might have to make an amendment tomorrow or this weekend.


Rock out, homies!!

Training, California style.

Did a whirlwind training/business trip yesterday. Flew to LAX to see some on-site training done for a lab in a hospital. Sounds exciting, I know. The morning got off to a bumpy start. First the flight was at 7am...so I set my alarm for 4:30am (an hour a don't like seeing, unless it's because I haven't gone to bed yet), and I kept waking up because I was afraid of oversleeping. Then the alarm buzzed, I turned it off and proceeded to fall back asleep for another half hour. Score. I was all a flury trying to get ready ASAP.

Got to the airport, had a long massively b/s line to go through with security and got to the gate about 20min before boarding. Got on the plane, and the pilot said there's a "spot" on the tire and they are changing it out to be safe. The tire gets changed...and looky here....the breaks are bad too. So we have to get off the plane and reboard. Here's the big bitch of the matter. We were flying Southwest, and both my aunt and I had A passes and sat towards the back of the plane...so when we got off we were at the end of the line! And they didn't reboard us by letters, just in the order in which we got off the plane. So my aunt and I are pretty much screwed in seat selection now... luckily, we sat further back and weren't stuck with an aisle seat. By the time we took off, it was after our arrival time for LAX.

So we land, and go get our car. A pretty little white mustang convertible. Did you know that even though Mustangs are supposed to beefy and fast and all GRRRR on the road, they aren't?? I think my crappy 2005 Lancer has more oomph than that mustang. Seriously. But the weather was gorgeous and it was great having the top down.

We arrive at the hospital (at 10:20, and we were supposed to be there by 10), and we meet our lab service partner that we team with for this hospital with lab processing. She and my aunt have been working together on these set-ups for a long time and she was really really really nice. She tells us the primary person we are supposed to train isn't in yet, so we are just waiting. At 11 we ask again "Where's Heidi??"...still not here...11:30....still not here. Someone suggests we train 2 other techs while waiting for the elusive Heidi. I watch my aunt do the training, it's all basic simple, she trains the 2 ladies (who were 'just show me what to do quickly so I can continue my work), it's 12 and in walks Heidi. She tells us to grab lunch, and she'll train with second shift at 1. We go for lunch, come back, and Heidi 'has a task to finish' before she can train, but told us to train another person and she'll be right there. My aunt does the quick training, and Heidi doesn't come around. Says maybe at 3 when the night shift starts, blah, blah, blah. Well, due to our flight out, my aunt I can't do that. Heidi says no worries, she'll just talk to one of the techs.

We spent most of the day standing around doing nothing, maybe worked/watched (in my case) for about an hour. Auntie said this could have gone another way where she trains one person after the next for 5 hours, or you train a couple of people and you leave after one...we got lucky.

Well, what should one do while in Santa Monica, by the ocean, with the convertible??? Go cruising!!! We land ourselves on Pacific Coast Highway, and drive up to Malibu. I'm such a sucker for large bodies of water. The sight, the sound, the breeze. Heaven. Since I try not to leave my home with out my camera, I had it with me.

I took a picture similar to this on my cell and sent it to all the important people: mom, Hitler, CwJ, SuperJ, Ms M, Tuschka, PPE, Skank....

This is my new background for the computer. I booted fatty off.

Venice beach, at the pier.

Me and Malibu.

This slow introduction to the new job is kinda nice. Especially filled with some "business" travel when not much business is actually getting done. I know it's not going to last forever, and I should enjoy it while I can.

Rock out, in the ocean.

Here's something disturbing...

So, awhile back Hitler was asked by her daycare lady what she new about making loom hats, since she knows Hitler's crafty. (Might I add, that most of Hitler's craftiness comes from ME!! I get an idea, I learn it, I then show Hitler, and then she runs with it...often doing it better than me. Like crochet...OMG, I learned, she laughed, then she wanted to know how to do it, then I showed her, then next thing I know she's whipping out complicated patterns and I'm still looking for beginners because I want to crochet without thinking. Bitch.) Anyways, Hitler inform Ms Daycare, that I have some looms and have made hats. Apparently Ms Daycare is a Girl Scout leader, and the girls are going to make hats for the homeless and need some assistance.

Queue, me...the Martha wanna be.

Hitler asks if I will go with her for the Girl Scout meeting and teach the girlies how to make some hats. I agree to go.

Now, I don't know about you, but the thought of me attending a Girl Scout meeting, and assisting the girlies how to make hats, seems so wrong on some cosmic level. I mean, do I give off the Girl Scout warm and fuzzy?? I don't think so.

In addition to hats, I was asked about my loom scarf making ability. I tried to do some scarves, but I can't get it to work. I'm sure if I give it to Hitler, while I'm helping with the hats, she'll have a scarf made by then end of the meeting. Bitch. I told Hitler, they should invest in some S or Q hooks and I can show them how to do basic crochet for a quick scarf...but I think since they invested in the looms they want to use that.

I'm sure this will go off smashingly...but I'm still thinking the concept of me and Girl Scouts is just all wrong.

I have to recite to myself "don't swear, don't swear, don't swear".

Rock out, in green.

Boredom...

So, I'm week #3 into the new job, and I'm still not working yet. Sure, I did Tampa last week to learn the bare, bare, bare basics, but I'm still not working. I probably won't start some similance of work until next week, when my aunt returns from a week of traveling and I can sit with her and train.

What am I doing in the meantime, you might ask??? Well, I'm playing on the computer, watching TV (getting my DVR cleaned out), and reading. Mainly I'm playing on the computer. It was kinda nice the first week, last week with the Tampa business I felt busy, but today I think I might die of boredom. A bonus though- I did make an appointment for a facial. SCORE!! I will be going Wednesday, before I meet up with some old cohorts for happy hour. At least I have something good to forward too!

I was trying to think of something funny to write about, but if you aren't doing anything, it's hard to talk about anything.

OH!!! On the Facebook- I saw a link for some webisodes for I Heart Vampires. Two teen girls obsessed about this vampire series (Confessions of a High School Vampire), and they are emailed the first 5 chapters of the 5th installment and share it on their vlog, and then trouble ensues. There are 20ish little episodes (about 3min long) and since I have the pleasure of having the internet at home (!!!!!!!!!) I caught up on all the episodes. It's high on the cheese, and I can't help liking it.

This might be funny...Friday night, dinner out with the fam. Ava's parents are snowbirds, and just made their way down from Wisconsin and came to dinner with us, as did Ava's brother B. I tend to call him Hunka-Hunka Burning B. When we were leaving dinner and Boo was saying goodbye to everyone I whispered to him to say goodbye to Hunka-hunka. Sure enough, Boo says "BYE HUNK HUNK!!" Hunka hunka, not so impressed, everyone else laughed. It was very funny, I got him to say it at least three more times before he was bores with it!

Um yeah...still bored. Still got nothing going on.

Rock out with the bored cock.

I'm drying out.

Went to Tampa this week. Can anyone say “HOLY FUCKING HUMIDITY”????

HOLY FUCKING HUMIDITY!!!

When I got out of the airport with my glasses on, they fogged up. It was 5PM. And I was blind, well not totally blind, but highly impaired with serious cataracts. Not fun.

Not to mention the amount of water I inhaled that was hanging in the air. I was afraid that I was going to die in my sleep from a dry drowning.

Well, I did some training this week. I have a better grasp of what sort of services are provided and what I’m supposed to support. But I still don’t have any real work yet. I’m supposed to sit and train/learn with my aunt, but she’s going to be out of town next week. So I don’t know what I’ll be doing next week to fill my time.

I also got to meet my new boss lady, the big boss lady, and the boss man. There is a little spread of supervisors the boss lady and boss man are on the same level, but have different responsibilities, and the big boss lady is over the both of them. We all, the 3 bosses, my aunt and myself, went to dinner together on Wednesday night. After dinner we went back to boss ladies house (minus the big boss lady) to chill and chat and DRINK! I was good, I had only 1 vodka cranberry, my aunt and boss man had at least 4 dirty martinis. I became the designated driver rather quickly- which is fine with me.

The evening conversation touched on a couple of topics, but suddenly went south for me when we were talking pets and the struggle to put on down. My aunt in a past life was a vet tech and stated that she thinks it’s wrong for an owner to leave the room when the pet is being put down, boss man said that with his one dog, he was unable to do it…he couldn’t handle it. Then the conversation kept going and going about pets dying.

Now let me digress for just a little bit…I’m a HUGE animal lover and hate seeing anything happen to animals, I can’t watch animal movies, hate reading animal/pet books. Usually anything pet related kills me. Hell I cried in Cujo when they killed him.

So, as Ca (my aunt) and Boss Man are talking about “to stay/not stay” with your pets, I start thinking about Sam, my first dog who passed away in December 2002. Sam was sick, getting fluid in the lungs and around her heart. I was living with Hitler in an apartment at the time, left Sam at home with mom and dad, but I saw her all the time. She was the family dog, but more mine than anyone else’s. And I la-la-loved her. She was my first baby. But when it was really bad, and we knew we had to put her down, I was at mom’s house, holding her up in my lap, so she wasn’t gasping for air as much, and just cried and cried, and cried. Hitler and Bobo were trying to get a hold of the vet to bring her in, but the office was really busy and they kept telling them to call back later. After a while of calling and waiting they decided to just go to the office. I couldn’t go with. I was a hysterical mess and I couldn’t take her in and put her down. I know that her time was up, but I couldn’t physically make that 2 mile drive and wait in the office, then the room, and watch her as she was put to sleep. Hitler took Sam, Bobo drove and once they got to the office Sam essentially died in Hitler’s arms. Bobo went to check in and said “Um, I think my dog just died.” They said the office went into a flurry and they put them in a room and were going to resuscitate Sam, but Hitler told them that they’ve been calling to bring her in to put her down, but was told to call back because they were busy. The office gave Sam the shot, to be sure. And she was gone. And I couldn’t be there for her. A part of me likes to think that she was able to go, because I wasn’t there with her.

As the conversation between Ca and Boss Man continued, all I could think about was how I left Sam. Granted she was with Hitler and Bobo, but I still left Sam. Then I thought about how hard it will be with me and Jaeger. He’s all mine. More all mine than Sam was. I know I have to stay with him, but I’m going to be more of a mess than with I was with Sam. So as all this pet dying/stay/not stay talk is going on, my eyes start to tear up. I tell myself over and over again “do not cry, do not cry, do not cry”. I’m struggling to keep myself together. Thinking of Sam, her dying, my leaving her, and then Jaeger’s when the time comes… little tears just quietly falling, and I’m trying to compose myself with every ounce of my being.

Then Boss Man asks, “L, have you ever had to put a pet down?”

My voice cracks and said that when the family dog died, I couldn’t go with, my siblings took her, and I left her because I couldn’t do it, and I don’t know how I’m going to do it with Jaeger.

FLOOD GATES OPEN!! FLOOD GATES OPEN!! FLOOD GATES OPEN!!!

I leave the room and go to the bathroom. I breathe, and breathe, and breathe. I just took an emotional cliff dive in front of the 2 new bosses and people I had just met. GO ME!! Eventually I calm down and join the little party.

I can hardly remember what was talked about after that, but all I could think about was how I was a Debbie Downer, totally. And I cried in front of the new sups.

We left Boss Lady's just after 11, took Boss man to his hotel, then got back to ours around midnight. On a second wind and still feeling like we were 3 hours off schedule, Ca and I stayed up a bit longer. I apologized to her for my crazy emotional reaction. She told me not to worry about it. I still felt like an ass.

Then Thursday I did some more training with the village idiot, but luckily, since I don’t know much of what’s going on I really didn’t know how bad the training was that he was giving me. The boss lady and Ca were embarrassed though.

Hopped on a plane Thursday late afternoon and was home in the land of the dry desert by 7.
It was a total whirlwind 3 days. And I’m a little discombobulated with time/week orientation right now. Luckily though, I’m drying out, and I have a renewed appreciation for ‘dry heat’ even though it is only 72 right now.

Rock out, with your dry emotional cock out!!

What's my name bitch??

There has been an on going struggle with the Boo-man to say my name. He will saw everyone else's but mine. When I ask him what my name is, he says Hitler's name. Granted our names both start with L's, but that's the end of the phonetic similarities.

Saturday, Hitler, Ava, and the Stinky Boo came over to my place. I am setting up the office, and needed some brute strength to help me get out the old furniture and help me put the 2 pieces of my desk together. Ava and Hitler provided me with that strength (I have a problem with heavy lifting...I lift, it's heavy, I get nervous about dropping it, I start to laugh, and then I drop). I had to entertain the Boo while they did the manual labor.

Every 2 seconds, "L, L, L, L" followed by "come, sit, play, up, NO!, I hab it, I help, I fix it." I was surprised that he was actually saying my name, and continuously. Later on Saturday, Hitler, Ava, and Boo came to Oma's. And again Boo was "L, L, L, L" the whole afternoon and evening. I was impressed yet again.

When Hitler, Ava, and Boo got ready to leave, we played "who's that?" to have Boo say everyone's name, even the dogs too. We get to me, and Boo calls me Hitler's name.

The little shit.

He has said my name more in the 12 hours than I think it had probably been said by anybody else all week. And he calls me Hitler.

Boo, he likes to fuck with you.

Rock out, cock out.