My USB Greenhouse showed up and is already plugged in and growing flowers.
I'm a little disappointed with the software that came with it. Cheap windows app that's basically a calendar function. It made it sound like it was going to monitor the watering and such... but it looks like you can just set reminders. Maybe it does and I just don't know how to use the software, who knows, I'll play later.
It's still cute tho!
Looking up during my stretch this morning.
Everything I've been asking for lately has just been appearing. It does at work, at least.
I wanted a second monitor... POOF!
"Malcolm, I'm hot... come here and fan me!" POOF! a fan appears...not what I meant, but I'm still being fanned.
My chair is uncomfy... POOF! New chair shows up this morning.
over and over again.
I'm such a princess sometimes.
Malcolm was making fun of me last week because on Friday I successfully flirted my way into a parking spot downstairs. I told everyone my first day that I will have a spot... and by golly, I have one... well I will on the 1st of the month.
I'm so pretty. Maybe not, but at least I know how to work it. *snap snap*
Malcolm just took me for a little walk down to the coffee shop... on way we stopped and gazed at the glorious NAMBLA fountain.
Excuse my polish, but that shit is fucked up, yo.
Everything around there just looked dirty to me after he showed me that.
Situated all around them were "eye ball" chairs. Supposedly giant eye ball sculptures with the back slumped to form a chair. He made sure to point out they looked like giant vaginas.
If you read up on the symbolism, it's not dirty, at least not the literature I found. They don't really say WHAT the piece means, other than the original patron demanded it be two realistic classical male nudes. Why? because "realistic sculptures of male nudes made him happy." Hey, at least he knew what he liked.
And there it sits, on the waterfront, for us all to sit on giant vaginas and bask in it's NAMBLA-ness.
A cool little blurb and conceptual video that might be of interest to my fellow diabetics.
Malcolm is a big fat lying crusty butt hole.
I'm mad at him today.
And if I had a ping pong paddle, I'd shove it so far up his pooper he'd shit pancakes for the rest of his life.
hrmph!
I couldn't help myself... I was reading a gadget blog and had to get one of these for my new desk.
I'm helpless!
the boss and I have been discussing a retainer situation for me to come in at night and fix things they can't figure out when I leave. we didn't settle on anything yesterday and we kept getting disturbed. We were supposed to finish today until I walk down the hall and find out he already left.
he left...on my last day... without finishing the contract.
part of me just wants to say 'peas out' and 'yer screwed'.
so I sent him a nasty little email that said he was a giant turd. he responded immediately with "oops." that's all it said.
hrmph.
I'm finishing up my last day at my workplace today. I was taken to lunch by a few coworkers. Sitting at lunch scarfing my soup and salad, I gazed around the table at each of my buddies faces.
I am filled with regret.
I regret that I won't see much of them anymore.
I regret I never wore a tutu to work as I had promised to do one day.
I regret I never walked in wearing a flowery muumuu.
I regret never installing a bug on our webservers that would delete all the files if I ever get pissed off.... ok kidding. i totally did that already. no i didn't... yes i did....hmmm did i? i guess we'll never know.
anyways, i've worked my butt off, but it's the little things that still get me.
:P
OMG, it's not friday. I totally thought it was. so it's not my last day.
ok that killed my mood. crunchy had to burst my bubble.
*cries*
I woke up in a great mood. I practically bounced in my seat all the way to work and sang at the top of my lungs to the music on the radio.
It's sweet how your (hopefully) last day can change your mood.
Hopefully work doesn't wreck that for me.
Word around the office cooler is I'm going to be let go early. no reason to keep me on full time if they can just call me in whenever they want on an hourly basis.
now... do I tell my new work I can start early or just take the week off.
I'll probably take the week as I know my office isn't ready for me yet and I can devote time to my side projects and get them wrapped up.
decisions, decisions..
I just gave my notice. 2 weeks and I'm done here.
My boss is happy for me. He said he had been waiting for someone to make a bigger better offer for a while now. He's also in a panic. He told me everyone's going to realize quickly how much I actually do here.
I extended an offer to do side work if they are in trouble. I could come in nights or weekends and fix whatever is breaking.
At least I'm leaving on good terms.
And another one bites the dust. Bye CC. I never liked you, and you deserve to be fired, but it's still kinda sad in a way.
I hope I go out in a big flaming blaze of glory.
I can't concentrate today... I'm waiting on a phone call with hopefully some good news.
Ring, damnit! RING!
"Hey Ben, I have to pee, would you carry me to the bathroom? "
He said no, but then he asks me if I can help him with his personal site.
Me: "What do I get?"
Ben: "What do you want?"
Me: "A piggy back ride to the bathroom."
Ben: "You trying to give me a hernia??!"
Me: "Ok, roll me to the bathroom and right up to the toilet."
Ben: "Ok, I can do that."
Crunchy's birthday is this weekend. So I asked him "What should I get you?"
Crunchy: "I don't know...ummm.."
Me: "Buttplug?"
Crunchy: "NOOoo! I'm not down with the buttplug."
Me: "Buttplug it is."
Crunchy: "No. Get me something you'd like."
Me: "Buttplug."
Crunchy: "No."
Me: "Anal beads?"
Crunchy: "No, come'on, something you'd like."
Me: "Prostate massager?"
Crunchy: "I don't know what I want everyone keeps asking."
Me: "Buttplug."
I get the look from him.
Me: "Buttplug."
I love saying that word.
Buttplug.
