My Mumbling Thoughts

The time has come.

Time for what you ask?

My holiday, of course! Time for me to drive off to the airport and pick up Ash, then have eleven glorious days away from the office and just spend them, well, mostly in bed. Duh.

Perhaps I'll have Ash guest post about what a great shag I am though...hmm...he might do that.

In the meantime, here's a few shout outs to my kind of people.

- Melissa is my favorite person from Texas. She's absolutely hilarious and I'm constantly checking her blog for updates.
- Do you fucking hate something? If so, chances are so does he. He’s probably already written about it too. A great laugh and I normally agree with 90% of the things he fucking hates.
- A lawyer fighting her way to the top, of course. Only she can write about the boring lawyer nonsense (at least it's boring to me) in a fantastic, interesting way.
- Vaughan. I love his writing style, what he writes about, how he writes it, and all of the words he uses. In short, I would one day hope to write just as beautifully and descriptive as him.
- Mendy has just begun her blogging crusade, but she's taking to it all very well. My best friend and partner in crime.

Unless I absolutely lose my mind, pack all of my belongings, jump on a plane, and travel all the way back to England with Ash, I will eventually be back.

Have fun everyone!

Posted by Sam at 01:36 PM | Permalink

I've been reading a lot of different blogs lately, and it seems that there's a lot of talk about bloggers, and well, just blogging in general. Is it just me? Either this has been around for a while and I'm just slow, or it seems to be a popular topic of discussion. Why?

Apparently a lot of different people who do not blog aren't sure why people decide to start up in the first place. I always say, it's either something you get right away or will never understand.

Personally, I like Used Hack's reasons for him taking to the computer and introducing the world to his words. It's definitely not about fame (although I do get a kick every time I check my stats and see a different flag on the list of new readers), being popular, or getting comments. It's just some place for me to vent, rant, and babble on and on about random things that go on in my small world. It's that simple. If someone else happens to stumble upon it and likes whatever I happen to be going on about, that's fantastic. I love relating to people and hearing what the have to say.

Ever since the second grade, I've been writing. Always. It's an amazing outlet. To be able to take up a pen or sit at a keyboard and just let words pour from your brain onto paper or a screen is just, well, fun. It's really one of the very few things that I'm semi-decent at and really enjoy doing. Perhaps one of these days it may turn into something else. I've always wanted to write for a living. Make money for writing and having others genuinely like it! Crazy!

Not only that, it gives me something to do while I'm at work, aside from day dreaming about flinging myself out the window. I guess you could say that blogging for me is a life saver then.

Posted by Sam at 01:35 PM | Permalink

You'll never believe it.

There are two cantaloupes in our front patch of grass.

Two. One the size of a softball, the other the size of a lime.

It's official. I'm selling them at market and making a kick ass profit. I guess I really do need to get one of those side bar things to document how big and how many we've got out there.

Crazy.

Posted by Sam at 01:33 PM | Permalink

Friday has arrived and not one goddamn soul to be found. I'm getting ready to head out of here (extremely early...shhh...don't tell anyone), but before I go I thought I'd put up another old post of mine from the place at where I used to post a lot of rambling things. I was having a bad day and it actually sounds familiar with the way that I've been feeling recently. Hopefully it'll all past soon enough.

So here it is...

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5.05.2005

"A rant about nothing. Just my Thursday."

Warning: Is long. And I mean very long.

Today was a bad Thursday. Well, not "bad," just annoying. I've had a bad Thursday and some other bad days out of the week. Today I was just annoyed and moody. Crabby. Testy. All of the above and then some. I still don't know why, and really don't care anymore, but I'm sharing so put on a fresh pot of coffee. You may need it later to keep yourself awake.

This morning when I woke up, something was off. I felt bad. Not like, "oh, I'm sick and don't want to go to work" bad. No. I felt bad in a different way, like a...umm...how should I put it? Fuck the universe kind of way? Yeah. That's it. I wanted to sit up in bed and just stick two very unhappy fingers up at the universe. I'll give you one guess as to which fingers I'm talking about. Nope, it's not the pinky and the thumb. Good try though.

I did climb out of bed though, and make my way downstairs to begin my morning ritual of getting ready for work. While in the shower, I just tried to push these unhappy feelings aside. It's just me not being a morning person, that's all. I'd be fine after my nice shower and brushed my teeth.

WRONG. As the morning dragged on, the feeling got worse, and it bothered me even more that I couldn't figure out what was wrong. I hate not knowing what's wrong with me. I mean, things have been pretty good for the past couple of weeks. I was saving money, cutting back on my smoking, the sight of planes didn't leave this stabbing pain in my chest anymore. Or, well, the stabbing pain wasn't as bad as it usually is. I bought furniture. I bought furniture! Do you know how big that is for me? A big, major, fucking deal. At least to me.

Then came all of those annoying fucking questions that enter my head when I can't figure something out, but I'm in the process of trying to figure it out. I went through a mental check list:

Let’s see...fight with anyone? Nope, not to my knowledge. Lose something of value and can't find it? Not recently. And if I did lose something, the chances of me actually noticing that I've lost it are pretty slim. I don't even know why that's on my checklist. In need of a fag? Perhaps, but not so much. Annoying younger sister just getting on my nerves? No, she was already carted off to school.

I gave up and figured it was a bad morning that I would not allow to grow into a bad day. I continued getting ready and pretended that nothing was bothering me. The drive to work would make me feel better. As would some Amerie. It was Thursday for crying out loud. One more day and this week was over with.

I left the house late. Thirty minutes late. I left late and without gum. I have been trying to remember to bring gum all week, and I forgot it. Again. One more teeny, tiny thing that does not matter at all, but only just got on my nerves. I was moody. I drove and was waiting until I got on 29. I would be driving through the countryside (not really), see some hay stacks (because they make me feel good, like walking in the rain on a hot summer day, barefoot, while watching the steam come up from the roads. I have too much time.), drink my tea with the window rolled down, and have a nice, enjoyable ride to work.

It was fine, I guess. I didn't even pay attention to the goddamned hay stacks.

When I made it to work, things just spiraled down from there. Every little thing got under my skin, and I had one of those "deep" and "same" faces. You know, the ones where you look like you're really "in it." For those of you who don't know what "in it" means, rent "Garden State." Natalie Portman explains it, and it's a kick ass movie.

Anyway, things got on my nerves. Things such as:
- All of my co-workers and their...personalities.
- Particularly, C and her high pitched squeaky voice, and blabbing on and on about her stupid vacation that she's taking to the beach in a month. How she's so poor though, that all she wants for Mother's Day is money, and how she's trying to fight for more child support from her ex-boyfriend, because "K deserves it," and "she needs some new clothes."
- Yeah. So. My co-worker, C in general.
- All of the wires that came over the fax.
- This sick lady who didn't cover her mouth when she coughed.
- The fact that I wore a big bulky sweater because it was a bit chilly outside, but I didn't wear a small shirt underneath in case it got hot and I wanted to take a layer off.
- Two days worth of advices that were sitting on my desk that needed to be folded, but I didn't want to fold.
- Paris Hilton, who I know has absolutely nothing to do with my work in any way shape or form, but I still hate her and she got on my nerves.

I needed to do something to make me feel better.

So when we have a slow moment at work all of my co-workers read the news. That's how I stay up on all of my current events. Thanks to them, I know about the five-year-old who was hand cuffed, the boy who found a two foot long snake in his cereal, two cases where people have found fingers in their fast food, a "whal-phin," Michael Jackson, and, most importantly, what is going on in American Idol.

I, on the other hand, read this. I don't even know how long I've been reading it, but she's amazing and I relate to everything she says. Okay, so maybe not everything. I am not a single female living in New York, working as a receptionist (*no longer a receptionist. Woohoo! Go Kathryn!), who someday hopes to become a famous actress, but I still know exactly what she's talking about. And, she's fucking hilarious. I've read all of her archives...twice. My personal favorite is January, 2004. She makes me laugh, and I needed a laugh.

So I read. I laughed. Mission accomplished, all is right in the world, yet again.

Things were not stressful at all. We barely processed 115 wires, but I was still edge-y, and still cussed out my computer and called it a motherfucker every chance that I got.

Then my cell phone rang. It was a man. A man by the name of...umm...I already forgot. We'll call him, George. A man by the name of, George. He is from my mother's work, and wanted to schedule an appointment for me to come in and interview with them. I thought, "it's about fucking time. I've only been waiting for most of the fucking week." I said, "sure, I'd love to come in and interview with you."

It's tomorrow at 9am. Good, right? Well, sure, only I haven't had my Amazing Career Woman Power Suit dry cleaned, or my hair cut yet. It may not sound like a big deal, but if you could just see my hair right now and the frightful state that it's in.

I'm going to go in there with a mediocre outfit (not suit), with my hair up in my fanciest hair clip, because when my hair is left down, I look like a hippie. I do not want to look like a hippie. He couldn't have told me Monday? That would have given me plenty of time to have my Amazing Career Woman Power Suit dry cleaned, and my fabulous styled hair cut done. Oh well. I guess there isn't much I can do about it now. It's pretty much already a guaranteed spot. C, (lady I will be interviewing with tomorrow), said that she hasn't called anyone else, and was holding the spot, "specially for me." Well. Don't I just feel special? Not when I look like a hippie.

Lunch came and went, and thanks to Kathryn and Burger King, I was feeling better. Work was almost over and I would be free. Goodbye work, hello bed. I was in a semi-numb state at this point and marked it down as another wasted day of me feeling stupid and nothing getting accomplished. We've all had them. In the name of Monica's truly wise words, "it's just one of them days." I was so happy when Manager told me that I could leave early. Thank you, Manager, you have NO idea how badly I needed to leave early.

I left, listened to Interpol (because they mention Fred Astaire in one of their songs), and drove home. The drive was miserable, of course, but I made it in one piece. Now I'm going to go collapse upstairs where much needed sleep is calling my name. Just felt like ranting and thought I'd share it all with you. And, thanks to this very long post, and the e-mail I got from Mendy (gracias, Mamasita) today, I'm feeling much, much better. Considering my foul mood from out of nowhere this morning, and the state I'm in now, I'd say that is quite an improvement.

So tomorrow's Friday. I better have a good day. Later days.

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Posted by Sam at 01:33 PM | Permalink

Now that Mel has a kick ass job at Target (hello employee discount), I've been coming home to an empty house in the afternoons. I have to say that I kind of like it too. Normally she has the TV going or music and she immediately starts talking about what she has seen on TV or what new website she discovered while surfing the Internet. I don't even have time to go to the bathroom before she starts talking my ear off. It's okay though, because I realize she has been at home bored all day just as I've been at work bored all day.

Yesterday though, I walked through the door and all I heard was the occasional churn of the freezer making new ice. Golden. I had time to unwind, go to the bathroom, change into my jammies, and just...breathe. Another day over with. One down, ten million more to go.

After all of the breathing and unwinding, I went upstairs and began cleaning the kitchen. I normally don't do this. I would normally continue up the stairs and into my bedroom where I'd flop on my bed and groan into my pillows begging to be put out of my misery. It was a nice change though. And nice to do everything so quietly.

I'm not saying that I would want this all the time, but every now and then it's just good to sit at home by yourself and be quiet without phones ringing, music playing, and others walking around looking at you like, "aren't you supposed to be doing something?"

Good 'ole quality "me time". Love it.

Posted by Sam at 01:32 PM | Permalink

I'm still in search of some new music because I'm bored with all of my CDs that I have. M has introduced me into something amazing though. It's music around the world. I'm very excited about this. You get to listen to live feed from radios everywhere and listen to what they're jamming out to. Oh yes.

I don't know why I didn't think of this before. I haven't listened to the radio in over a year. Honestly. It has been nothing but me buying CDs, listening to them until they're broken, going back to Best Buy, browsing for a good two hours, buy ten new CDs, abuse those, and continue the cycle.

Currently I'm listening to music in England. Duh. So weird to hear the dj's accents and all of their music over there. The commercials are even fun to listen to. Fascinating. I'm thinking about traveling over to Japan though and Germany. They might have something that may catch my ear.

Posted by Sam at 01:30 PM | Permalink

Our family is prone to killing plants before they even enter the front door. Not sure why. It just is. We (well I say "we", but it's mostly Momma and Mel) have always wanted to be able to keep fresh flowers in the house for decorative purposes and just because they're nice but it simply isn't possible. When you kill off a cactus (moi) you know it's just not meant to be.

This is one of the reasons we also chose to live in a townhouse. They don't have much of a yard, therefore we don't have to worry about keeping it tame and weeding it out every so often.

Boy how wrong we were.

Ever since Momma gave the green light for my fantastic Englishman to stay with me while she's away she has been in extreme Suzy Homemaker Mode. Cleaning the townhouse, buying furniture, decorating (finally, after almost a year of living there), cleaning some more, and of course, pulling up the weeds.

Yesterday when Momma and Mel were coming back from their dentist appointment, Momma noticed that we have a beanstalk growing in front of our step that goes to our front door. We never use the front door since we just go inside straight from the garage, but it's pretty tall. Like the size of a toddler tall. You can't miss it. There are also all of these weird vines on the mini-sidewalk that we have and it's really unsightly. We must bring our neighbor's property value down because of all of the weeds.

When she looked a little closer though, she noticed something else. It was a small cantaloupe a little bit bigger than a softball growing in our front patch of grass.

Yes, I'll repeat: a cantaloupe. As in the melon that people buy at grocery stores.

How the fuck does one grow a cantaloupe in the smallest patch of grass ever known to man? Smallest patch. Really. If you were to put a lawn mower on top of our grass, crank it on, turn it off, the mowing would be finished that fast. And we didn't put it there. We bought the house brand new so it's not like the people who lived there before us planted it there. It was crazy and one of the funniest things, I think.

Momma has decided that she's going to leave it and we're going to see how big it gets. We're chopping the beanstalk down though and digging up all of the yellow dandelions.

So perhaps we won't win for the prettiest flowers on the block but I'm sure we'll kick everyone's ass if there was ever a wild cantaloupe growing contest. How many people can do that, huh?

Posted by Sam at 01:29 PM | Permalink

So I'm in need of some new music. Really badly. I've had 80's and 90's music stuck in my head for over four days and I'm finding this a bit worrying. Don't get me wrong, I'm all about a blast from the past and remembering the good 'ole days, but one can only do it for so long until it feels like the music is abusing your brain.

Lisa Loeb's "You Say", Billy Ocean's "Get out of my dreams, get into my car", Madonna's "Holiday", Wilson Phillips "Hold On", and Talking Heads "Burning Down the House" have been on replay inside of my head. I need it to stop.

Anyone, any suggestions? I was thinking maybe the Gorillas new album or The Vines, since I've been meaning to buy them for three centuries, but I haven't gotten around to it. Maybe the Yeah, Yeah, Yeah's? I got a preview this weekend while I was at Mendy's house and they sounded interesting. Just something new, something funky, upbeat and...happy? Sure, why not?

Posted by Sam at 01:28 PM | Permalink

Oh yes. 100 random, useless, crazy and insane facts about moi. What I like, don't like, believe in, used to do, want to do, plan on doing, and shit I think about all the time. I love this kind of stuff.

1. My favorite color is blue.
2. I have a teddy bear named, Sussie. I've had her since I was 9-years-old and I still sleep with her when I go to sleep at night. I'm not ashamed to admit it either.
3. Both of The Strokes albums changed my life. Seriously.
4. I think pit stains are the nastiest things ever, even though I know sometimes you can't help it.
5. I only have my best hair days on the weekends. Never when I'm actually at work and deal with people.
6. I think insurance is a rip off and I don't see any point in it.
7. I always pick the "slow lane" when I'm stuck in traffic. I've learned to accept this fact.
8. Whenever I hear Jessica Simpson talk, my southern accent suddenly re-appears.
9. I'm double jointed. It's cool as shit.
10. I wish that I collected art and knew the stories behind the paintings.
11. I've been pulled over three times by cops...that I can remember. The first time I got a speeding ticket, the other two I was let off with just a warning. I didn't have to cry either.
12. I don't like mustard.
13. I've always wanted to drink eight glasses of water everyday, but I have never reached that goal.
14. Cockroaches are the ugliest things to ever crawl this planet.
15. I wish I could pull off saying "whilst".
16. When I was in high school, a boy who liked me called me "sweet pants".
17. I could live off of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
18. I write reminder notes on the back of my hands.
19. My mom says that one of these days I'll get ink poisoning because of it.
20. I don't like running over road kill. Hasn't the poor animal suffered enough?
21. I like thunderstorms and always want the power to go out.
22. My mom's nickname for me is "Manta". I don't know why, nor do I like it.
23. I got my belly button pierced when I was drunk, away from home, and over Thanksgiving vacation. That's an entire post in itself.
24. I HATE going food shopping. It's one of the most boring things to do.
25. The first concert I ever went to was to see The Killers and Keane. As Mendy says, "it rocked my socks."
26. Going to see them in concert made me want to be like, Kate Hudson, in Almost Famous.
27. I hate wearing bras.
28. I wear a bra everyday.
29. Fuck is my favorite curse word.
30. So is cunt but I don't say it as much.
31. Things tend to sound a lot better in my head.
32. I'm a procrastinator.
33. I have a terrible memory.
34. I blame my procrastination on my terrible memory.
35. Both my sister and my mom are left handed. I'm right handed making me the odd one in the family.
36. I failed art my freshman year in high school.
37. I used to want to be a truck driver so I could explore America.
38. Also because I thought sleeping in the back of a truck was cool.
39. I want to sky dive before I die but I'm afraid I'll be too chicken before I get in the plane.
40. I believe that money really is the root of all evil.
41. I wish I could have a penguin as a pet.
42. I think that Steve Irwin is the craziest son of a bitch.
43. I pay for bottled water but don't understand why.
44. Crown Royal was the first liquor I ever got drunk off of. It will always hold a special place in my heart.
45. I hate leaving voice mails. I tend to babble and ramble on as if I was really talking to the person.
46. Watching Jeopardy makes me feel smarter. Especially when I get a question right.
47. Fred Astaire is my idea of the perfect man.
48. I can blow spit bubbles.
49. Everyone I do it around says that blowing spit bubbles is gross.
50. I'm afraid that learning how to be patient will be the one life lesson that I'll never learn.
51. I've always wanted to find a pearl inside of an oyster.
52. And I've always wanted to find a four leaf clover.
53. I always doubt sequels to movies. I don't think they could ever live up to the first movie.
54. I respect music artists who write their own music. Even if their music is crap.
55. I'm really glad that Carrie and Mr. Big ended up with each other. I'll never be able to forgive what she did to Aidan though.
56. Yes I know she's a fictional TV character. That's not the point.
57. My worst fear is that I'll be murdered while taking a shower. It's a bit gruesome, I know.
58. Like TPK, picking my nose is my favorite most disgusting habit.
59. I have a crush on Billy Idol.
60. "White Wedding" is the song that did it for me.
61. I set my alarm clock to go off at 4:15 in the morning.
62. I normally don't wake up until 5:30am.
63. For a very short period of my life, I wanted to be a gang member. I'm not sure why.
64. I'm a hopeless romantic.
65. I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself for all of my fuck ups in high school.
66. Netflix was a genius idea.
67. Whenever I go out shopping somewhere I always manage to forget one thing. It never fails.
68. Sometimes you can't do anything else except shrug you shoulders.
69. I really think it's time for Mariah Carey to retire.
70. When I was fourteen, I was very dramatic and wanted to starve myself so I could die.
71. It didn't last until dinner time. I had steak with mashed potatoes.
72. Damien Rice's album, "O", was the first and the only album to move me to tears.
73. I cannot stand it when people drive with their signal on but NEVER TURN.
74. I'm really bad about holding grudges against people.
75. When I was little, I used to pretend I was a mermaid whenever I'd go swimming.
76. I don't like it when people stare at me. Like, really stare.
77. Contrary to what some may believe, I don't like conflicts.
78. I'm okay with the fact that there are others out in the world that are better than me.
79. I wish I was more active.
80. I love cats, but sadly am allergic.
81. I've seriously considered getting the shots just so I can have a cat.
82. I pretend to like cheesecake, when really...I don't.
83. I don't think that I read enough books.
84. I seriously believe in aliens. I don't think that shit is cool.
85. I never want to find out how many bugs I've eaten during the night.
86. Sweet tea was God's gift to southerners.
87. I didn't start wearing flare jeans until my sophomore year in high school.
88. I thought Harriet the spy was awesome, and I wanted to be just like her.
89. I even started my own spy journal.
90. Sometimes I laugh anyway, even when I don't understand the joke.
91. Watching infomercials is one of my favorite pass times.
92. My favorite quote is, "you can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friend's nose."
93. Thanks to Ferret and his vegetarian ways, I haven't eaten KFC for four months.
94. I try to do one good deed everyday.
95. So far, so good.
96. I re-pierced my ears when I was about 8-years-old so I wouldn't have to wear clip on earrings anymore.
97. I collect Coca-Cola memorabilia, but don't drink Coca-Cola.
98. I hope to one day be able to purchase a pair of Manolo Blahnik shoes without having a heart attack.
99. I'm glad this kept me occupied for longer than twenty minutes.
100. There's plenty more where all of that came from.

Posted by Sam at 01:27 PM | Permalink

It's five o'clock. The moment I've been waiting for ever since I have arrived. Time for me to log out of my computer and head on home.

I make my way downstairs and into my car. I slide off my expensive fancy shoes that have been pinching my feet all day and place them in the passenger floor board. There's no need to drive with them. They'll simply get in my way. I then put in the CD of my choice that I've been deciding on all afternoon and turn the volume up so my mirrors immediately start vibrating and I can sing loud enough to where I can't even hear myself.

I pull out of the parking lot.

It's time to brave the traffic.

I race with other drivers without them actually knowing what I'm doing. I don't know why I do that. I just do. Sometimes I hope that someone will notice what I'm doing and actually race with me. Then I'd have a challenge. We could give each other smug looks that say, "You’re not going to win" and rev our engines. Keep an ever watchful eye out for the Po-Po's though. They're always looking to pull someone over.

I could drive forever and just watch all of the planes duck in and out of the clouds. It's very therapeutic. All I need is a never ending supply of gas and endless open road. If it's true what some people say and we create our own Heaven, Lord let this be mine.

Posted by Sam at 01:26 PM | Permalink

So I was reading over where I used to post lots of rambling stuff, and discovered a post I had put up about two months ago when I first started my job here. It doesn't seem like a lot has changed...sad.

Now because I'm bored, uninspired, and feel like it, I'm going to share my words that explain exactly what I do on a pretty normal basis.

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6.30.2005

If there was an award for the most amazing receptionist, I do believe that I would win or pull a close 2nd. I mean, I'm responsible, dependable, extremely organized, efficient, and hell, funny, which isn't a well known receptionist quality, but good to have in any kind of situation.

So somebody please tell me why I’m bored 75% of the time and no one wants to delegate work to me? (well, aside from The Man, but that's a different post all together.) Huh? For the 25% of the time that I am actually busy and have work to do, I'm really happy. I'm sending things off to FedEx, organizing the conference room, scheduling meetings, transferring calls, ordering supplies (now that I have my new nifty Staples account), faxing things to different people, and doing whatever C, asks me to do. I'm good. I'm quick. Say I'm impatient, but if these people don't give me something steady and productive to do during the day, I just might explode.

All I keep hearing from different people is, "don't worry, you'll get work soon," and "Sam doesn't realize it yet, but she's about to be really busy."

When? When am I going to be busy? Somebody please fucking clue me in, because this is not okay. I came on this job under the impression that I was going to stay busy. It was a great opportunity for my education and I was going to learn so many new things. So far I've learned how to work our semi-complicated phone system and that's about it. I thought I was going to have things to do. Work was going to be flying at me in all sorts of directions and I was just going to tackle it all head on and show everyone just how kick ass I can be. Has that happened yet? I'm afraid not. Now at the end of the day, I'm just so tired from doing nothing, and even though I knew it was possible, I was really hoping that it wouldn't be the case.

Of course, going to Popeye's doesn't help me any. They do have some kind of sleeping potion in that chicken.

On the upside, I have gotten WAY better at learning everyone's name. They have slowly realized that, WOW, we do exist down here on the 3rd floor. Who would have thought? My desk area is almost complete, and we should be getting the rest of our furniture by the end of the month. Until then, I'm just filling up space with more and more supplies. Staples has become my new favorite store in the world. Target will always and forever remain number one though. I didn't know that our contract was so poor, so they're being a bit scarce with what we can and cannot buy. I understand, but having to roll chairs into the conference room from our unclassified computer lab because there just isn't enough to go around, has become a real pain in the ass for me. Not only that, when we first moved in, our printer sat on top of two trash cans flipped upside down because we couldn't find a table for it to sit on.

When I'm not doing the few things that C asks me to do or chained behind my desk, I'm usually catching up on my blogs or talking to Em. Em and I have moved past the casual conversations and have become...well...working gal pals. It's way better than not having anyone to talk to at all.

I suppose I should probably get back to doing something. C did ask me to scope out some picture frames. That should take up at least twenty minutes of my life. Tomorrow should be better for me. It's Friday and they're throwing R (HR guy) a farewell party. He's going back to headquarters in Florida. The only reason why I'm going? Two words: Free. Lunch.

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It turned out that it wasn't a free lunch. I had to pay for what I bought, which was a grotty hamburger. Oh, and we still don't have enough furniture downstairs. I like what Bart said..."It's just B.Y.O.C. in the conference room. Bring Your Own Chair."

I cannot wait until my suffering ends.

Posted by Sam at 01:22 PM | Permalink

"Okay, so tell me. When is he coming?" I was power lunching (that's a verb, right? 'power lunching') with my best friend, Mendy, at The American Bistro on Saturday after I had my long awaited hair cut.

"He'll be here from the 24th of August until the 4th of September." I took a bite out of my club sandwich. Damn, it was good and I was starving.

"It's going to be so weird seeing him in summer clothes." She took a sip of her Dr. Pepper.

"I know, right." For some reason it felt different telling Mendy that Ash is going to be visiting. Different from telling my mom and Em. Telling Mendy made it real for me and I'm not sure why. I just knew that right then, it was going to happen and I was so happy.

After lunch I drove back home and caught the latest episode of Laguna Beach. Drama, drama, drama. I was supposed to start laundry and clean the downstairs, but all I really wanted to do was sleep and forget that my brain had a purpose. There was no point in moving. Not when it was Saturday and I had plenty of time on Sunday to finish what needed doing.

At eight o'clock Mendy phoned me. She was off of work, had taken a nap, and cleaned her bedroom. A much more successful afternoon than me.

It was good to sit and properly catch up with her. It has been a while since we've been able to hang out. We used to live fifteen minutes from each other, but then I moved an hour and a half away, making things a little more difficult to get together. Life, death, and a viral infection had kept us occupied for the past couple of weeks. The thing with Mendy and I though is that we can do that. We can not talk for a while but then pick up just where we left off as if no time at all had passed. It's great.

We drifted from one topic to another, like we always do, and found ourselves on one of our favorite topics ever. Sex. Of course. We wouldn't want it any other way. Mendy was talking about her first time and told me that after they had gotten the hang of things, it was "so good, so good, so good." With the lady on top, naturally. It was everything with a side of fries.

Then we thought about how freaking amazing it would be if we could have everything with a side of fries. It was one of those moments when you think you've discovered something truly universal. It would be the cure to all of the world's problems. Really. Just make everything come with a side of fries.

Dream with us now...Just had a job interview? Have a side of fries. Doing the laundry? You need a side of fries. Fantastic sex? Goddamn, get a side of fries!

I just thought I'd share that.

After three hours of catching up with one another, we said good night. I rolled over, closed my eyes, and was seriously craving some fries.

A good Saturday.

Posted by Sam at 01:20 PM | Permalink

Today is Friday. This makes me happy.

Yesterday I didn't go into work. I was a bad little child and took a bit too much cough medicine. Yep. I doped myself up on codeine laced cough medicine. I'm sad and embarrassed to admit it.

However, I did get much needed sleep and lounged around the house with Mel while baking cookies and watching Dawson's Creek. I hate that show but always end up watching it whenever I see it on. I don't know why. I can't stand Katie Holmes and find the whole show to be a sham, but whatever. It rules TNT for five hours every single day. It's either watch Dawson's Creek or Dora the Explorer. I wasn't in any kind of exploring mood so it was to The Creek.

Today it was back to work though and I have spent most of my day picking at my nail polish and listening to the Happy Hour Bus (affectionately named by Em) talk about the previous night. The Internet went down for about fifteen minutes and I was so bored, I had this conversation with my sister:

Me: "Hey, I forgot to tell you that I saw a beaver the other day."

Mel: "What? Who is this?"

Me: "It's me, Sam. Our Internet has gone down. I'm bored and want to die."

Mel: "Stop calling me."

--Click--

I don't have anything to do and nothing to talk about. The only thing that keeps on coming to mind is "bored" and "what to write about?" I've hit a non-creative moment and I don't like it.

I guess until I have something interesting to say, I'll probably be spending some time over at Andre's and Vit's. I'll be browsing through their pictures and picking out which ones I want to buy next. I did get some pictures from Vit yesterday and it was really exciting. I love getting fun things in the mail.

I shall be back when I can string together interesting sentences. Happy Friday!

Posted by Sam at 01:19 PM | Permalink

"Well, Samantha, it looks like you had a viral infection and the cough is just a lingering side effect." Dr. Tang puts his stethoscope back around his neck.

"Had? So most of it is already gone?" I had to go to the doctor for this stupid cold that has yet to leave me alone. Well, the cough anyway. It had gotten to the point of being so annoying I actually wanted to go to the doctor, which is very unlikely considering I'm not a huge fan of doctors.

"Yep. I can't really do much for you at this point, but I can prescribe some cough medicine that will lessen the cough and make it a little more bearable." He fiddles around with his laptop. Apparently it's all the rage now in the medical profession. I had never seen it before. They do everything electronically on wireless laptops. I was definitely impressed.

"That would be fantastic. I've been taking this Tylenol sinus medicine which does work, but it lays me out. I'm just so tired all the time." My foot is still slightly bouncing around with nerves. I really hate being in a doctor's office.

"Ah, well this cough medicine has a bit of codeine in it, so it may make you a little sleepy. I would advise that you don't drive while taking it."

A bit of codeine? I know what that is. My little ears perk up when this is said.

"No driving. Gotcha."

He faxes my prescription over to my nearest CVS and tells me that it should be ready by the time I get there. This technology is brilliant.

It's not ready by the time I get there. I still have to stand around for about twenty minutes while they prepare it for me. I grab some sour gummy worms and a Butterfinger while I wait. Billy Joel is playing over the radio and I get bored. Very bored, very fast, very easily.

I find a romance novel and decide to flip through it while I wait. Again, I get bored.

The pharmacist calls out my name. I pay for my cough medicine and drive on home. I can't wait to take this and find my happy place. It's been so long since I've had anything prescribed to me. Legally prescribed too for that matter.

After I eat my dinner, I take a teaspoon of the cough medicine. Dr. Tang said that I could take two teaspoons, but considering I'm so small, he thought it would be best if I started out with just one. So, one teaspoon it is. Bottoms up.

Two hours later I was still coughing like a maniac and it was just pissing me off. I decided to take the second teaspoon that I'm allowed to take.

Nothing. It took me forever to fall asleep because of all the coughing. That just pissed me off even more.

This morning I had to wake up and get ready extra early since I was driving to work with Momma. I kept on telling her that I was fine and that the codeine had absolutely no affect on me whatsoever, but she insisted that I ride with her anyway.

I figured that I would take two tablespoons this morning and see if that had a different effect. People mess around with their dosages all the time, and I was to the point I would drink the whole bottle if it would just get rid of this damn cough. It hurt so badly.

"Samantha! What are you doing taking two tablespoons of that? You are going to be flat on the floor at work." Momma was finishing up her bagels while talking about some random guy at work who had taken credit for all of her work that she had done.

"Oh please, Momma. Two teaspoons didn't do anything for me. I highly doubt that two tablespoons will have any kind of effect. I just want to get rid of this dumb cough."

We walked down to the garage and drove into work with me feeling the same and coughing just as terribly.

At exactly 7:45 this morning I had to get up and go to the printer. When I stood up I couldn't feel my arms. Very strange.

As I stood there I thought, "Huh. I guess the codeine has kicked in. Fuck."

On the plus side, my cough has subsided a whole lot and whenever I do cough it's a lot quieter and nowhere near as painful. Unfortunately, my lips and cheeks have gone slightly numb. I've been randomly moving my face around to make sure it's still there. The directions said that I'm allowed to have two teaspoons every four to six hours. I don't think I'll be taking anymore anytime soon, but I know to ease up next time.

Oh yeah, and while they were taking down some of my general information at the doctor's office, I found out that I shrank an inch. Bugger. I'm only 5'1, not 5'2. Way to kill a dream.

Posted by Sam at 01:19 PM | Permalink

TPK tagged me! No complaints here. I love this kind of stuff.

Instructions: List ten songs that you are currently digging. It doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're no good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artists, and the ten songs in your blog. Then tag five other people to see what they're listening to.

Hehe.

In no particular order...

1.) Natasha Bedingfield: "Peace of Me"
2.) Natasha Bedingfield: "Drop Me in the Middle"
3.) The Bravery: "Tyrant"
4.) The Bravery: "The Ring Song"
5.) Shakira: "En Tus Papilas"
6.) Shakira: "La Tortura"
7.) Shakira: "Dia Especial"
8.) Embrace: "Looking As You Are"
9.) Embrace: "Spell It Out"
10.) Embrace: "Out of Nothing"

My eclectic musical taste. Great stuff.

Now I'm tagging...umm...

Ash, Andre, Zoe, Vit , and last but not least, Erik.

Oh you know you want to. Go on then.

Posted by Sam at 01:18 PM | Permalink

There's a lot of change that I thought I'd never be able to handle but dealt with just fine. I'm a military brat so I know all about moving and those kinds of changes. I was fine whenever I heard that J'Lo had changed her mind about who she wanted to marry. I even made it when I changed from Verizon to Cingular.

Lots of changes.

There's one change that our company is making however, that I'm afraid I'm not dealing with too well.

We're changing from FedEx to DHL. What the fuck?!

I can't handle this. It's too much for me.

I'll tell you why I can't handle this change. It has nothing to do with them actually delivering things whatsoever. I don't really pay attention to any of that honestly, which I know, I probably should, but it all seems to work out fine. Packages make it on time and everyone seems to be really happy. I love it. No complaints.

It's their service. I LOVE our FedEx guy. No, not "love" in a lets-get-married-and-run-away-together kind of love. Just the you're-so-nice-and-polite-that-it-really-makes-my-day-and-I-appreciate-you-doing-that kind of love. The little things. I'm all about the little things.

He says "good morning" when he has something to drop off and is so courteous. I can't help but smile and think, "Gee, I really like him."

Now DHL on the other hand are a bit different when it comes to services. The delivery guy doesn't say anything. Nothing. ZERO. ABSOLUTELY ZILCH. He has never said anything, ever. It's awkward to say the least, and I don't like it one bit. He has never once said, "Hi" or "thank you." Nope. He just hands me that little electronic board and assumes that I'm smart enough to put two and two together and sign on the dotted line.

Nothing. Unbelievable.

We then get a mass e-mail saying that we're officially moving from FedEx to DHL and everyone can just deal with it. Who made this decision? Why wasn't I included in this meeting? I have to deal with all of our packages that are running in and out of this office. Not only that, we've got mountains and mountains of FedEx supplies. What am I supposed to do with all of that? We can't just send them back. I don't think we can anyway.

Not only that, this means that I have to deal with the mute DHL delivery guy ALL THE TIME!!

I know many people would tell me not worry. To suck it up and take it like a man. It's only two minutes of awkward silence and I should be able to handle that. What you don't understand though is that I don't do anything here, so the few minutes that I do get signing for packages and talking to the delivery guy is golden! It's (sadly) one of the highlights of my day while I pretend to be a receptionist who is constantly busy up to her ears.

This sucks. I don't like change.

Posted by Sam at 01:17 PM | Permalink