Archive for October, 2005

So, my time off was approved in March…so it looks like I can actually go to south by southwest this year (if only for the Film/Interactive portion). Yay! I'm no less than ten kinds of excited about this. Even if stupid Jeffrey Zeldman is speaking. We hates him. Still. So much other goodness.

In other news, I am pumpkin's bitch. This is a dangerous time of year. Also, I think my kidney – the right one – has produced its very own stone. This is a very sad and painful development, indeed.

Oh yeah, I now have Florida car insurance. Tomorrow, I may just tackle registration. Then again, I might opt for a haircut and playing at Sephora, instead. I need to reward myself, yo. Being a grown-up is hard!

This is twofold… But, you know what I hate, in regards to people who read or talk about reading or talk to me about my own reading? I hate when people try to judge their own reading abilities based on the (children's) books that they read, then judge me for how long it takes to read something like…oh…a book on mapping the human genome. Reading an 800 page Harry Potter book in a day does not make you a genius, nor does taking a few weeks to grasp DNfuckingA make me retarded. It all started back at Marshall. A certain someone complained because everyone paid attention to the English majors who plowed through books like crazy…and she read, dammit. She read Harry Potter…and Bridget Jones' Diary. Not that I don't dig trashy books every now and again – I mean, who doesn't love Haruki Murukami? But, Jeebus.

Then, then when I worked at Verizon…if I would read the same book for more than a week…the same book like “The Red Queen: Sex and the Evolution of Human Nature” or “Sex, Time and Power” or again “Genome” or whatever…then there was something wrong…because I was supposed to be smart. It's really freaking frustrating sometimes.

It came to mind recently because I've been seeing it pop up again in various places on the interweb. And it makes me want to smack people, because these things are not equal, and shouldn't be judged as such. And again, I'm certainly not wanting to take a better than anyone stance…because I'm not. I just hate the people that think speed reading children's books are indicative of some sort of weird skill, and it's not. It's geared towards a fucking 10 year old…speed reading should be standard.

*Note – I love Harry Potter and the like, so this is totally not a dig on that at all…just…people who use it as a basis of their intelligence, because it's lame and needs to stop. Thanks.

So, someone on Craigslist offered a blowjob if someone would just do their laundry. Dude, I'd totally do that. I wonder if my blowjobs are good enough to exchange for my laundry…hmmm…I'd say I have like…at least five or six loads to do… Yeah, I'm sure it's gotta be an even exchange.

http://tampa.craigslist.org/about/best/sfo/101753746.html

I should really try that sometime!

Not sure if I've mentioned this yet… But, I hate my supervisor. HATE. HATE, hate, hate, HATE. Can't fucking stand him. I think he's incompetent, and doesn't understand how to manage a team. And he pisses me off on a weekly basis. Plus, he still looks at my tits. Which, as we all know, I generally don't have a problem with…in fact, I usually think it's funny. But, he's creepy, and I don't like the motherfucker, and I don't like it when he does it. Especially when I'm going back to ask a question or something. It throws me off. And I hate him. HATE.

His most recent thing that I hate? So, all of my uhm…measured metrics – talk time, quality, first call resolution, knowledgebase usage, and whatever else we're scored on…all of them. Every fucking one. EVERY fucking one. They're either at or above where they're supposed to be. Most of them? Above. Some of them? Way above. The one thing that I consistently only “meet standard whatever” on is my talk time stuff. And I fucking told him like…twice…that I uhm…basically…was doing what I could be doing for that, and yeah. I'm not doing poorly in the metric. This past week, he asked me to work on quality a little more, which I did…got it even fucking higher. Which, in doing so, raised my talk time. Which, uhm…is to be expected. You can't work on fixing multiple metrics at once. It's not fucking possible. I realize he's a new supervisor but he needs to back the fuck off.

Anyways, now he sends me an email saying he's going to have our new lead sit with me to work on my talk time. And I'm furious. I take this as a slap in the face, because…first of all…I'm not failing in any fucking way to begin with. And second…it's kinda coming out of nowhere… Third, I don't respond well to having someone sit with me telling me what I'm doing wrong, it's only going to stress me out and make it worse. I only work on two days with my supervisor…Saturdays and Tuesdays…which means that tomorrow, I'm going to have to go to him to talk about this. And I'm going to have to do it in such a way that I don't scream. Which will be difficult because I'm pissed. And, uhm…I'm prolly taking it a little wrong anyways, but shit's been building with me hating him and this just kinda is the uhm…insert stupid euphemism here. Like, for instance. He has meetings and off site crap and stuff scheduled during our weekly one-on-one meetings. Other supervisors will reschedule. Chris? Let mine go for over a month. I didn't meet with him for over a fucking month to talk about how I was doing…if I had any concerns…if I had any problems…if he had any problems with me…nothing. Like I didn't freaking exist. Towards the end, the one-on-ones were rescheduled by Resource Planning to bi-weekly, but still. That's a long fucking time, and he should have found time to speak to me. Also, I asked for extra training on something that I sucked at way back like forever ago. Never happened. Never happened and never happened until like a week and a half ago. I requested it the end of August. He sucks for real. There are so many things that he does that I could just smack him for. I'll ask him questions about things, and without even listening to me, he'll answer as though he knows what I'm asking. He's an arrogant, smarmy, stupidhead. And I hate him. And I want to kick him. And bah! Just…bah! I so don't want to have to deal with him any more than I normally have to.

Stupid, stupid helpdesk.

So, does this make me a bad friend? Or does it make Wes a bad friend? So, you know…I'm fucking horny, right? I'm masturbating…because it's 6pm…and uhm…that's apparently what I have to do at 6pm. Whatever. Anyways, he's at a bar in ybor celebrating with people from his old job who got promoted. Heh, as an aside, the one guy – uhm…James I think…yeah…I made him uncomfortable at Wes' going away celebration. James got Wes' old job. Anyways, I think James is like…uhm…”straight laced” or something, and so talks of my cunt didn't go over well. He gave me weird looks. It wasn't my fault, though! Someone else brought it up! Promise! Other people bring up my cunt all the time.

Anyways, so Wes is out celebrating, and I'm masturbating. And he sent me a text message…and stole my fucking orgasm away. So, we are talking via SMS, and as it appeared it was going to take a while…I uhm…decided to go ahead and just finish up. Because I wanted my orgasm back. So… Who's the bad person. Me or him? It's him, right? Cause orgasms are important, right? Orgasms always win, right?

I thought so.

Heh, then he stopped responding to me…and it pissed me off so I called him. And told him. He was proud. I <3 Wesley.

So, yeah. I've decided. FreeBSD. Tonight. Because new installs have to happen in the middle of the night for some reason. Jeebus, this isn't going to be good. I'm burning the disk now…I don't think I can do this. Really, the install…I don't think I can do this. Luckily, I do have the Ubuntu disk handy and I can just install it again if all else fails.

In completely unrelated news…I've found the best food ever. Unfortunately, it's a limited time only food. Pumpkin cream cheese. Oh my. *drool* I swear I could live off of this stuff. Not only is it a very satisfying orange color, but it's fucking good, too.

Hmmm, what else. Oh, I really want to fuck this guy that works at my pharmacy. Wait…I should rephrase this. I uhm…switched pharmacies because I want to fuck this guy that works at this *other* one. Yeah…it's uhm…been a while. Sigh. My judgement is not so good. In the past week I have emailed an ex (really…what the hell?) and uhm…yeah. Then this. I need to just be shot or something. At least I didn't respond to Multiple Orgasm Boy's email a few weeks ago…even though I kinda wanted to because uh…the sex…it was good. But apparently he couldn't handle just sex. Stupid boys and their stupid commitment crap.

So yes, in conclusion, I need to get laid. Two months (eeep!) of no sex makes me do crazy things. I'm sure it will only get worse.

Ubuntu? I don't like it. It…helps me. Just like fucking Windows. And, it updated my kernel 3 times in less than a week..and no kernel needs updated that much. Freaking creepy. I don't like it one bit. Plus, the desktop crashes a lot. Like, all the fucking time. I can have multiple desktops open (cause Linux is cool like that) and one will just crash for no reason. So yeah. Not cool. I don't like it. Also? The root account? Disabled. You have to sudo to do anything as root and it's a pain and I don't like it. While I kinda understand…I still don't like it…and I shouldn't have to go through the trouble of enabling the root account. I should be allowed to decide whether or not root is enabled. I understand not allowing root login into a desktop manager…but to totally disable the account? That's just fucked up. So yeah…It's gonna be uninstalled.

I'm thinking maybe FreeBSD now, though I'm a little intimidated by the install process. But, if I can get it to work, then I will not only be way cool…but I'll be able to learn lots. I like to learn…plus I like a challenge. So, yeah. Might try that uhm. Sometime. I was actually planning on doing it last night. Wes is on call this week, and he had crap to do till super late, so I said I'd stay up. But then instead of actually playing BSD, I was curious and stayed out with him, so nothing was done.

So, I figured this time would come eventually…but I guess I need to finally…uh…get insurance in the state of Florida and maybe get my car registered here. Looks like I need valid Florida insurance before I can register a car here, and since I want need to buy a car real freaking soon…I should probably take care of that. Plus, you know…with the living here for oh…two and a half years now. At least I finally got a drivers license last March! (okok, maybe mine was expiring so I was kinda forced to.) Also, my own registration is expiring in November, and I sure as hell am not paying to re-register the car in WV for another year. That's dumb.

So, I looked at insurance just now, and it seems that I'll actually save like 15 bucks a month on my current amount. That's cool. Of course, when I get a less crappy car – notice, not a *new* car…just a less crappy one…it'll go up a bit.

Sigh. I hate playing grown-up. Hate it so freaking much. I'm not good at this shit, obviously.