So trip to B'lo:
Crazy man on the train to work. Kept buttoning and unbuttoning his shirt and counting all the buttons. On this train I had my suitcase for the trip. For some reason I needed to pack the most things ever and my suit case was huge. So get off the train and go to walk down the stairs. Homeless/train man is in front of me. All the sudden he turns around and is like let me carry that. So for any of you with any sort of street smarts rule number one is don't hand over anything you ever want to see again to a homeless person. Im like no im good. Then he starts to grab it. Meanwhile a line of angry commuters are forming behind us trying to be on their way. A struggle ensues for my suitcase. Mother fucker.
Then I'm at work all ready to go. It starts to pour. I predict I'll have a hard time getting a cab. Thus I leave 15 minutes early at 12:15 instead of 12:30. Actually I left early so I'd have enough time to get my nails done and catch a cab. Anyways I return to the following bitch email:
Jessica:
I was looking for you at noon today to go over some items for Karn's last day. However, I discovered that you've already left. I know you asked for a half day today but please note that you will get paid a full day only if you came in and worked until 12:30. Just a heads up for timesheet reporting purposes.
Thanks,
Maria
I hate my job.
Other than that the trip was pretty good. I love Paul and Mike and Terry- they are the best guys a girl could ask for.
Post b'lo the most exciting thing that has happened is I went out to brunch with my science crew and we actually got cut off at an "all you can drink" brunch. Um isint all you can drink- all you can drink. Meaning I'll let you know when I've had all I can drink. It worked out we took the party back to the UES and had a trader joe's fiesta till 3am.
Again i'd like to promote the zizzler's blog. If you don't choose to read it you are a fool. And yes I do mean that in the most insulting way possible :)
"um, yeh... about those TPS reports.." (office space)
I despise people like Maria..15 minutes, really, now??
Get this, my first week at work my boss called me out for wearing jeans. She was actually annoyingly indirect about it, saying, “is that Lisa W wearing jeans?†I said they’re blue pants (indigo-dyed brushed cotton jean-cut pants, if you must know, although I didn’t go into details at the time since she could see for herself). She doesn’t say anything, so I say, “they match my shirt†(yes, that was also obvious, but something had to be said). She responds, “but are they jeans?†Get off it already, for cryin’ out loud! I looked damn good, and didn’t see anyone else complaining. She then goes on to say maybe I should read the dress code -- she would hate to see me get a citation. A citation!!!!!! Screw that, I would welcome a citation!
I’m wearing the blue pants again today. So far no citations. I’m also posting comments from work, but let’s not get into that now -- I’m already in enough trouble.
Depeche Mode tonight with She Wants Revenge and Scissor Sisters…
When I was working for corporate america i couldn't stand getting reprimands like that, especially when they say "Um, just a heads up" or "FYI, you fucked up." FYI is the worst!