This will be my first Christmas alone. Not going to my parents, no real boyfriend, Seth and Reagan are in Dallas, Joe and Jeanie are gone.
This will be the first Christmas waking up with no tree, no decorations, no presents, no waking up at OMG:30 because the kids are excited to see what Santa brought, no Christmas dinner, no fruitcake (i love fruitcake!!), no wrapping paper to clean up, no batteries to install.
I don't want Thursday to happen. I want to sleep thru the day.
Training for Qwest is finally over. huzzah. That being said, I'm still going to be assholes and elbows deep in work and will have hardly any time to fuck around :( Wont stop me from a game or 7 of chroma at work with an equally bored J but still.
Show time is almost upon us. December 20th at 9pm at Stubbs on the inside stage. This is terrifying and exciting at the same time. I'm in 5 numbers, and you wont see more than my bum unless something slips out, which has been known to happen ;)
Its Saturdy night and I'm sitting like a dork at my favorite coffee shop with music being poured into my ears and coffee and cigarettes filling my body.
Lets see, what else has been going on? I'm part of a group called Young Exec's. Its a networking group for people under 40 with "big boy jobs". We had our appreciation party, which included drinks, food and a downtown scavenger hunt. Was fun, was cold, we came in 4th. haha
Ok, I guess at the beginning. That would make the most sense, yes? But this blog is supposed to be full of nonsense, so be prepared for a bit of randomness as I have what, a month's worth of catching up to do?
Training is going good. Its filling my brain with new stuff and i'm worried its pushing out the good stuff... .like colors and memories lol
Thanksgiving was great. I ate entirely TOO MUCH food, 2 days in a row. I flew my best friend Nikk in from Chicago, and he's here till Dec 2. Its been nice for him to get away from his mother and the snow and 19 degree weather. Our days have been full of half price booking and goodwilling and game stores and comic shops with Pete and Josh. Today, we are sitting outside my favorite Sunday spot, Epoch.
Its cold and ive already had too much coffee because its fucking cold out. We are sitting outside so we can smoke. its cold.
damnitt is it cold
We went and did Karaoke last night and I am proud to say I walked out on my own 2 feet. The last time i went with everyone to sing badly I had to be carried out and then killed my friends front lawn by waking up on it at 3am. I started on the couch... not sure still how i ended up outside.. Yes the grass is dead where I slept and i will never ever live it down.
Everyone got sick about 2 weeks ago, I still have the cough, which sucks.. maybe its the pack of camels i smoke a day... nah... lol
im pissed cause i updated my iphone and it deleted everything ive done on it since the last time i backed it up. I'm going to have to reinstall a bunch of apps!
Ok, I think that's it. Training ends on Dec 4th so i will be back to blogging with some consistency then
I have started my new team at work, and as a result, I am spending until December the 4th in training classes. I have no time to get on the internet except for the rare time like right this second, which is about to end to get onto the internet, and I dont have internet at home, yet.
dont worry 1 follower, I'll be back soon to fill your head with stuff, ramblings, nonsense, win and awesome
Today, I am in Dallas for my oldest friend, Eva's baby shower.
Only Eva would have a baby shower that ends in girls getting drunk and showing their boobs and leaving her house a wreck like it was a fucking house party
yeah, i have nothing else to add to that. no you cant see the pics
yes there were pics
her dog ate the rest of my taco bueno nachos. damn dog
I'm sitting at Epoch again, because like the last few days, I have nothing better to do, and they have free Wifi.
I got tired of waiting around for American Airlines to get back to me in response to the snail mail I sent them about the refunds for the Paris trip and found where I could go online to request it. I've submitted the requests and now, I wait.
I hope they just give me the money back because I owe my dad a lot of money. I will take a travel voucher, and maybe i can sell it on ebay, but i just really hope more than anything i get my money back.
The 2nd part of that trip I added my then boyfriend, Josh, on to go with me. It was my fault we couldnt go, long sad story, and i feel so horrible that he was unable to go.
So..
His ticket i am working on getting a travel voucher for him for the amount of what I paid for his ticket (a little over $1,000) to give to him because he means more to me than i care to explain here, and he is the only person i have ever met that has the GTFO bug worse than I do. He deserves to be able to go on a vacation and this way, he can.
Tomorrow when I wake up, I make the 4 hour drive to Dallas for my friend Eva's baby shower. I am excited to see her again under better circumstances (the last time i saw her was because her nephew was killed by a cop car) but I am flat fucking broke (less than 50 bucks in my pocket to last me till the 15th) and I hate the drive. its so long and boring. Also, I'm missing the game.
BUT
I love her, so i'm going :)
Highlight of the day: more indy hipsters to laugh at at Epoch
So in my last adventure's in life update, I was unsure whether or not I still had a job. Here's what's happened since the last time I was able to sit in front of a computer with internet access..
I still have a job, HOWEVER, it doesn't start until Monday. This means that since Tuesday at around 2:00pm, I have been not working, and not getting paid for it. I am thrilled to have a job, and to be starting on this new project. NO MORE HP!! This excites me greatly. What I will be working on now, is closed loop sales for Qwest. This basically means that i will be working for commissions, and its not a pay cut or raise, and I have to go thru 2 months of really intense training with no hope of hitting bonus for those 2 months. But its an actual SALES position, so i'm really happy about that. I am so much more a sales person as opposed to a telemarketer.
Other happenings:
OBAMA WON! holy shit. I actually CRIED. Tears of Joy, never you fear oh ONE loyal reader of this blog of win and awesome, tears of joy! Let's hope it wasnt just a lot of hype and let's REALLY hope someone doesnt peg him off ala Lincoln style!!
I found out why it looks like my housemate is trying to drink himself to death. It's because he ACTUALLY IS! He has Hep C (yet another thing that would have been FANTASTIC to know before-hand) and was given 10 years. This was 8 years ago. He has no family, little to no friends. No body actually cares (in his mind) whether of not he lives or dies. Great. If this man ends up dying in my apartment, I'm going to be really pissed off.
Tuesday was a pretty rough day for me. It started off great, and then we got the calender invite for an "all hands on deck" meeting. Never a good sign to have all 50 people on the team in the same meeting. That's when we were told them news about HP going dark temporarily.
So, needless to say, the rest of the day was pretty shit. Now, I'm not much of a drinker. I've been known to go out with friends or see a band, and come crawling home at 3am drunk off my ass, or in one case, be put on a couch by a friend, only to wake up on his lawn thinking it was the bathroom, but for the most part, if I buy a 6 pack of beer, it will sit in my fridge for a month.
I had a bottle of champagne chilling in my fridge for the last month or so, should be NICE and cold, and all I really wanted to do when I got home was crack open that bottle of champagne, and drink myself silly. And yes, I literally mean silly. Me on champagne is like normal people on laughing gas.
I get home, set down my stuff, and head for the kitchen. I go to feed my fish, Old Gregg, and I notice my kitty, Requiem, has decided to bite a hole in the bottom of the cat food bag and have herself a nice kitty buffet. ok... that pisses me off cause the cat food I buy is not cheap. (yes i know cat food IS cheap, or CAN BE cheap, but buying the cheap shit is why your cat gets worms, and doesnt live longer than 10 years) Ok.. i can deal with a gluttonous kitteh.
THEN I SEE WHAT SHE DID
A few months ago, I had purchased 2 REALLY BEAUTIFUL champagne flutes from Crate and Barrell. These things were like, $15.00 EACH. I already broke one on bottle of champagne month before and was really pissed with myself, but oh well.
Kitteh o' Gluttonbutt broke the other one getting into the bag of cat food
She couldnt just eat the fricken fish could she?!
Ok, I think Ive rambled enough for one day.
Highlight of the day: Sitting in epoch, and indy chick comes in. Indy INDIAN chick no less, with septum piercing (which doesnt look good on anyone) hasnt washed/brushed her hair in got knows how long. Ill fitting clothes and giant glasses. Here's the kicker. There's no lenses in said glasses. I find it amusing how indy people try really hard to look cool and like they dont care, and it only comes across as they are homeless and in need of a bath. Indy is the new Hippie and I want to throw hotel soap at them both.
So.. just found out I may not have a job come tomorrow morning.
I work in Lead Gen.. basically, I am an overpaid telemarketer. I work on the HP team, and they are re-evaluating their budget, so we are going into a blackout. It might take 3 weeks, it might last till January.
One option for all of us, wait it out 2nd option is they will find another program to put us on 3rd option is we get to interview for another program and might not get it... then what?!
I am trying to breathe I am trying to not cry I am trying to not have a panic attack and have a seizure
This started off being a bitch, rant, vent, etc post... but I changed my mind
Today, is a beautiful day.
The sun in shining, the birds are singing, there's not a cloud in the sky. I am sitting in my usual spot AT my usual Sunday morning spot drinking my weight in coffee and taking full advantage of the free wifi.
Last night, I did something potentially really stupid, and because I don't/didn't get a response from it, I'm sitting here, worried, nervous, squirming, etc not knowing what is going on in the other person's head. That drives me crazy.
But I'm sitting here. Breathing, trying to "let go and let g-d" as Eva likes to say.. That is so much easier said than done.
I love my Sunday mornings to myself. No phone, No friends, just me, a cup of coffee, teh interwebs, and cool people doing their same escape. My friend, Alisa brought me here for the first time. We hadnt seen each other in a while, and I was in FULL ON crashing depression mode from a pretty heart wrenching break-up, so she drug me out here and made me talk about it, got to shut up and listen for a while, and left with an actual SMILE on my face. Something that hadnt been there for a while.
Halloween was a blast. The vibe at the party was a little weird, but by the end of the night, fantastic time. Good friends, great pictures, GREAT "punch", sharing some fantastic cigars, an overall success :)
Highlight of today:
The guy sitting to the left of me drinking coffee and reading a book, LOOKS LIKE SANTA CLAUS! hehe
A) I got to wear my hair in curlers, a maternity shirt, PJ pants and slippers, covered in blood, and holding a bloody pillowcase full of baby-doll parts with a soccer ball under my shirt to look pregnant
B) All the light's have been turned out on my side, and its warm, and I want to go to sleep!
C) We had a potluck... i didnt get to eat any of it because by the time I got there, all the good food was gone >.<
D) It's 3:30, and I havent eaten today
E) PAYDAY! WOOT!
F) My body hates me and my sex life
G) This day is dragging ass and I've decided to leave an hour early!!
H) The party tonight is going to be win and awesome
I would put more, but i'm going to continue reading ohmygods, playing chroma, pretending to work, and smoking too many cigarettes.
Ok, quickie for today cause I'm about to leave work and i have thought of NOTHING to write about, and god forbid I leave my audience without some words of nonsense for today (and by audience, I mean the one of you that follows this blog....)
Tomorrow is Halloween. I love this holiday. For work, I get to carry around a bag full of bloody doll parts, and tomorrow night I get to walk around in a dress so short you have to shave to wear it, and I dont mean your legs
god bless america and god bless being a 20something not fat chick who can get away with dressing like a total slag and not only is it OK, but its EXPECTED
blood, sex and violence makes me a happy twisted girl
It is shocking how many people don't know what IT means
My horoscope for today: No matter what's going on, you should dive in as deeply as you can. It may be fun, it may be boring or it may be a little of both. Your energy should make today important and useful to all
umm WHAT?!?
When the really fat people walk around at work, the floor shakes. To the point of stuff on my desk actually moving.
Why is Boba Fett staring at me?
There was a spider on my desk. I screamed. It scared my co-workers :)
I feel bad that I didnt call Nikk back last night
Purcell is a funny name
I like waffles
I like changing my Yahoo IM status to random song lyrics to confuse people
I hate talking on the phone thanks to my job
I love it that this thing autosaves!!
I have a brick on my desk and I think its really funny
I wonder if trying hard to not really get any work done is just as hard as actually working
O/-< O\-< O/-< O\-<
That is my happy dance. Learn it. Love it.
Chromaphage is a fun time waster that I can play at work
I like gum. It's fun to chew AND to say! gum gum gum gum gum It's one of those words that stops sounding like a real word if you say it enough. I'll hold on while you say it over and over and agree with me..
see?
I want to buy a poking stick. people that walk by my cube are subject to a poking! poke poke poke poke poke
I wish I could smoke at my desk at work. I'd really get so much more work done if I didnt leave every hour.
There is a weird wiccan dude wearing a pink shirt at work and every time he walks by he smiles and stares at my tits. He's new.. he doesnt know I have mouth lazers and will de-man him if he doesnt stop it
Policy
Someone's cell phone is going off. Its on vibrate. It sounds like someone farting.
And by disturbing sound, I of COURSE mean my drunk roommate, coughing up a very special blend of lung butter.
About 3 months ago, I look around my nearly vacant apartment and thought to myself, "Self, you live by yourself in a 2 bedroom apartment. Self, you are paying full rent and have a 2nd bedroom that is just closed off and the closet is being used as storage. Self, WTF." So, I got me a roommate.
I started my roommate search like everyone else does. Weeding out the crazies on craigslist. When nothing came of that, a guy at work had just gotten out of the hospital and had been staying in a "pay by the week" motel. Not thinking to ask why a 50 year old man would need to live in such a place, I offered my 2nd bedroom to him, for more than half of course. I have to make up for the extra use of water and electricity somehow, right?
So, he moves in. We will call him, W.
The first night W moved in, he proceeded to drink a 5th of vodka. I was not home while he was moving in and by the time I got home that evening, he was moved in, and quite drunk. I said ok.. most people drink gatorade and save the alcohol till they are done, but Ok. All I wanted to do that night was put away my laundry and watch a movie. W decided it would be a better idea to sit in the hallway in front of my door and talk to me. Of course I can't watch my movie or shut the door in his face, because that would just be rude.
Almost 3 months later..... He's drank all the beer in my fridge, including my Guinness. If he wanted the Sam Adams and whatever else was in there from what I had bought a YEAR ago and stuff friends left from, a YEAR ago, ok.. but not my Guinness man.. that shit is sacred! He has decided to help himself to my absynth. He drinks a case of Busch's in about 2 days He has skipped work, not just one day, but last week it was 4 days in a row, to stay home and get drunk My apartment smells like stale beer
I go home, and go right to my room and shut the door. The soonest I can move out of this apartment is April.
Dear god.... Dear little baby jesus fetus up in heaven... give me the strength to not kill this man
IN OTHER NEWS
My very good friends, LucasCookus are putting out a CD. This has been planned and talked about for months, and 11/20 is the date of release, FINALLY. I have been made their "anti-sobriety and debauchary coordinator". This basically means when I go to shows, I make it my personal mision to get them very very drunk. I accomplish this goal very well, thank you very much.
I wonder if I can get business cards and write off the bar tabs.......
Highlight of the day: Seeing a riced out car. I know this is nothing special, but I gotta say, if I hadnt been driving, I would have had to take a picture. This was all kinds of special awesome WTF, including pinkish-purplish "flames" on the front and going down the sides. I think to myself, "Self, this is one special douch-bag" and I look...... and its a GIRL driving. It makes me sad for the entire female species. I apologize on behalf of her for making the city of Austin look at this.
For my first blog here, I think I should take a little time to introduce myself.
I am the win and awesome fairy, a name given to me by my best male friend, Mr. Nikk. I find this name funny and great because my life is usually anything but win and awesome. Don't get me wrong, my life, for the most part is pretty good. I have a job, I won't say a great job because it's really not, but it pays the bills and it offers medical insurance so I cant complain too much. That, and they put up with my ass on a daily basis so hey, they can't be ALL bad, right?
I live in the great town of Austin, TX. I am a lifelong Texas resident, but I'm not sure how much longer that is going to last. I feel as tho there is an entire world out there ready to be explored by me, things i cannot even begin to fathom that is pulling me in a hundred different directions. I feel the need to just, GO. This might be something i spout out for years to come, or I might just one day say fuck it and actually just... GO.
I have several really great friends. I feel blessed to have every one of them in my life. I wish some of them lived closer, but the ones that aren't here are only a phone call away.
So, this is me. Saying HELLO on a lazy sunny Sunday as i sit in my favorite coffee shop in Austin, drinking my weight in coffee and taking full advantage of the free wifi.
Highlight for today: Looking out the window at the coffee shop and seeing a sign on the light post outside that has 9 skull and crossbones and under those says Poke Her. I dont get it but its freaking awesome.
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