October 29th, 2004

My Widdle Bwain

Hmmm...

It's nice and lovely warm out in the sun today. I had a wonderful little nap. Now, I'm back inside at work. I feel rather like a cat that has been unceremoniously tossed out of a sunbeam. I think I need to go bite someone in punishment.

I've also had my nice little grammar book taken away. Perhaps a little clawing should go with the biting
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My Widdle Bwain

Now How Is This For Weird?

So, in the midst of everyone fussing over whether we have jobs or not come Nov. 16, we receive an invitation to a company Christmas party on December 18. How mixed message is that?

Further investigation shows that it is not a combined Christmas party; it's just for my current company. It seems either excessively optimisitc, or bizzarely head-in-the-sand. I'm not entirely sure what to make of it.


We had a meeting with Bitchy Boss Lady earlier this week. She was rather pessimistic. I got the vibe from her that she expects to be let go, even if many of the rest of us may stay. She was also very fond of belittling the new company. It rather annoyed me, and I wish that she would either keep her mouth shut, or accept reality and get over it.

One of my coworkers said today that her Hallowe'en costume is a happy employee. I laughed, and commented that I'd never be able to pull that off convincingly.


The ability for money officially ensues tomorrow. Though it will have to wait until Monday, when the markets (and, importantly, the brokerage) are open. Still, half the handcuffs come off soon.
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Whee Car

Real Life: Rallying to LA

I wish llamabitchyo could have been here to watch it with me. I'm sure her comments on it would have been priceless.

Rallies like that give serious rallies a bad name. And I wanted to bitch-slap the chicks. And take the RSX away from the guy who somehow managed to thrash it on a highway trip.
My Widdle Bwain

A Random Moment

Probably of little interest to anyone other that llamabitchyo...

I was putting away a bunch of random books, one of which was William Goldman's The Princess Bride. As I tucked it away, my fingers ran across a bunch of little paper strips sticking out the top of the book. "What on earth?" I thought. It seemed obvious that the markers had been put in there for some kind of research. I couldn't remember why I would have been researching something in The Princess Bride.

Then I remembered. llamabitchyo was working on a project. I can't even remember the details of the project right now, other than that I thought it highly amusing, and that I wish she would get back to it.

So, what was the project? And is there any chance you would get back to it?