New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Thursday, March 04, 2004

Okay, I left a little tiny thing out...when I got to my office I slammed my door. A real satisfying wall rattling crash. Having grown up in a house where shouting up the stairs and slamming doors was a big no no, this action was very rewarding. That and the fact that it was a very heavy metal door didn't hurt. I thought I was alone...

Then I got all sorts of saucy in a meeting with all my "peers" it's like, "Let's have a meeting to make up more meetings to have." I sat at the end of the table which guaranteed trouble. Kind of like sitting in the back of the room. It gave me lots of opportunity to get snarky. Normally I keep my cool. But we're all sitting there and they trying to lock in another "meeting" and I pointed out that two days were horrible for me and what day do they choose but one of those. I said, "Okay then I won't be attending. I already have four meetings that day which gives me about an hour to actually do work. Update me on it." And they all looked at me like I had four heads and had stood up on the table and said, "Kiss my butt you stinking bottom feeders!" Which of course I hadn't...then "I said, I am sorry to sound angry but the past six months of having so many meetings every day has gotten to me. And this is the second time this week when I was asked by this group what worked for me and it's the second time that nobody even listened. I don't see the point of asking at all if it's not going to matter."

Then I was exchanging comments with two of the "bad apples" and probably being rude, but you know what? I didn't care. I am tired.

Then on my way back to my office, one of the "good apples" told me that she heard me slam my door. Apparently she was in her office "studying" at 8:30am. I told her, "Well I considered it my one chance to act out."

These people are driving me nuts. NUTS.

It's no wonder I had the lyrics,"If the creature is limping the parts are in place with a mind of its own and a fist for a face..." stuck in my head all day..."Say hello to your new creation. Now it's better than real. It's a real imitation."

But I did have a couple of good points today. I was in a meeting today (surprise surprise!)...with a couple of very nice and very hard working woman...and I am giving them an update when my head swivels to the side...literally I stop talking (which is rare because most of the time I end up on another subject but the tongue never stops)...I stare and then I say..."Is that you with Jason Lee???" I've been in this office a million times mind you...but I just then noticed that one of the girls had a framed 5x7 photograph with Jason Lee, circa Vanilla Sky...hmmmmm, Jason Lee. I don't know how I could lust after a man with facial hair but he certainly made it a viable option. But the photograph was far enough away that it could have been her and a boyfriend. They looked cute together...well my conversation stopper was actually very well received. She thought that it was wonderful that I had noticed and even happier that I thought that they were cute together. I had to break it to her about his marriage and oddly named son. I told her how Loki and I wanted to kidnap him and de-program him...I have to email her the kids strange name.

That was nice.

Then at one point I returned to my office and as I opened my door some artwork I was waiting for flew out from behind a poster on my door. BOOTY TRAPPED! BOOBY! That's what I said! Sorry vague or not so vague film reference. So I called Kitchen Boy and said, "Boy your intern has it out for me...they booby trapped my door." And he said, "I did that! I thought it was perfect place for you to find it!"

Oh, boy...said artwork was not approved by my SVP and now we're back to the drawing board and I had to stay late to write new copy and I have a hot date tomorrow morning with Kitchen Boy, the project Director and the copywriter. It's a good thing that I bribed a couple of them earlier this week with I-Tunes certificates because they probably want to KILL ME.

Plus one of my major projects is driving me crazy. Sixteen markets and almost all of them are a pain in the ass. When I was meeting with the nice girls and telling them about the project they asked me who was working on it with me and I said, "You're looking at her." And they could't believe it. These are woman who produce one of the hottest...hell, the hottest music awards show of the year.

They couldn't tell me why Fountains of Wayne pulled out of the VH1 thing though.

I did learn something today...

If you go to McDonalds and order chicken nuggets or chicken strips there's a very strick "dipping packet" policy...

6 nuggets equals 1 packet
10 nuggets equals 2 packets
20 nuggets equals 4 packets

3 strips equals 1 packet
5 strips equals 2 packets

Each additional packet will cost you 10 cents.

G'Night.

posted by JustKeepMum on 10:54 PM