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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Monday, April 26, 2004

Blah blah blah...what a horrible day. I had ONE meeting on my schedule and yet the day turned into a nightmare. I neglected to mention that all hell was raining down upon our ears on Friday and that it was going to continue to blaze today. It did. You don't need the gory details but we got royally screwed by a designer and a printer.

I had to lower my veil of lady like decorum Friday and tell someone that they had fucked us. Can you believe that? I said fucked. Feel free to insert the V chip now.

On a lighter note it was raining all day and rainy days are great days to run errands because nobody wants to leave the office. The building was literally filled with people who looked like they were wearing their PJ's...so the rest of my week is back to back to back to back meetings and I was in dire need of a trim. An emergency meeting (see raining fire) was called and I told the person scheduling that I had a "personal commitment that I didn't know if I could cancel" and she said "okay." Gee thanks for allowing me to have a life you lousy shrew!

Ummm, sorry about that...how's the V chip working for ya? So I literally run out the door with a cell phone and a file in my hand and the streets were bare. I run into the standard no appointment nesc. cut and go joint and manage to allow the hackage of an inch of my hair to take place. I was back in my desk, blown, brushed and bobbed in less than 45 minutes.

The Gillster hasn't noticed the cut yet. Hmmmm...

Anywho I have faith that the dazed and glazed feeling I am nurturing as a defense mechanism will get me through the week.

Did I mention that none of my digital photos from last weeks training are high enough resolution to print nicely and the budget for MA (the project from hell)...well the budget is at least $25K over as a result of the carnage of this week and fuckdom of said carnage?

Plus my mom keeps leaving me messages like, "Where are you?" and "Oh, don't mind me I am only your mom..."

Who'd want to talk to me in such a state? I don't even want to talk to me.

Not to mention that for some reason I received some sort of "royalties" bill for the use of an Outcast song on one of our shows and the bill came from the company where my brother works and it's for the sum of $30K and it's obviously not mine...and now I am just ranting.

Oh, oh, oh...and now the word on the street is that you can't get promoted to the next level (above my head) in my dept. without an MBA!!!

Did I mention that I don't even like business? I told Gilly that MBA stands for Master Bullshit Artist. But maybe I just need to calm down.

Going to spend some quality time with Zelda in bed. That's not without burn too, apparently F. Scott was a bit of a troll as well. Such is life.

Ta.

posted by JustKeepMum on 9:21 PM