Saturday, October 06, 2001
We spent the afternoon looking at houses again, and there's a leading candidate, but we need to get some questions answered by the listing agent before we put in a bid. Apparently she's sailing on the Chesapeake or some such thing.
We then had the worst service ever at Chili's, and now I'm watching the new season of Trading Spaces, with the new host. Don't like her much so far. Anyway, they're in Quakertown, PA tonight, which the host described as "just north of Philadelphia," which is a blatant lie -- Quakertown is in the neck of the woods that I grew up in. My parents are 25 miles northwest of Philly, and Q-town is a good twenty minutes north of there on Route 309. Not that it matters, really.
Friday, October 05, 2001
Sometimes, you just really need a cruller. Love the graphic.
10:48 PM Comment
It's 8 and there's no one around to watch The Mole and make snarky comments with me. *sniffle*
8:03 PM Comment
#235 on "Weird Things You Overhear as You're Walking Down the Hall at Work:" "I *told* her to suck it flat!"
3:30 PM Comment
It appears that Savage Garden have called it quits. Let's have four seconds of silence, shall we?
10:35 AM Comment
Oh, and I've named my temper tantrum. His name is Clive. Be nice to him.
10:24 AM Comment
*voiceover* Heather's role today will be played by a big, pissy baby having a temper tantrum. Anyone wishing for a refund should contact the management. That is all.
10:07 AM Comment
Thursday, October 04, 2001
I'm feeling very put out by something that seems to me like a clearly intentional snub, but which, knowing my predisposition to believing the worst, was probably an honest mistake. Why is it so hard for me to give people the benefit of the doubt? Why do I still have to wonder if anyone likes me when I'm 31 years old?
9:48 PM Comment
I'm about to head into a five hour advertising review bonanza. Unfortunately, the only good thing about this meeting is, you guessed it, free food.
On another note, I don't ever want to hear another 911 call from the WTC, and I really wish that the news organizations would stop playing them. Hearing them just makes me ill.
Wednesday, October 03, 2001
Have I mentioned lately how much I cannot stand our landlady's kid, whose room is right above my office? I probably have. I'm thisclose to going upstairs to complain, but that would mean that I'd have to talk to the female Viagra pusher. To borrow a phrase, "Grrrr. Aargh."
8:36 PM Comment
This is impressive. Metricom gets a big thumbs-up from me for activating the service, even if New York City is footing the bill.
1:03 PM Comment
They're feeding us. AGAIN. There's a "health fair" in the little bistro area, but they've got veggie trays, pigs in a blanket, baby pizzas, salami/pepperoni/cheese trays, and assorted sandwiches. Oh, and the evil chocolate chip cookies, plus lemon squares and cheesecake bars.
Tuesday, October 02, 2001
Dear Whoever Controls the Minivan Parallel Parked in My Right Sinus, Please, if you could, MOVE. Please. I can't breathe and my whole face hurts. I implore you. Thanks a whole bunch, Heather
11:27 PM Comment
*makes like the boat guy at the end of Titanic* "Is there anyone alive out there?"
3:14 PM Comment
There's another potential house in the works. Keep fingers and toes crossed, please.
1:45 PM Comment
Kudos to Dave for getting the firewall for the cable modem up and running. Although we got a 31-day disconnect notice from Rhythms in late August due to their bankruptcy, our DSL service is still up and running; however, we have no idea when it might just cease operations. It's so good to have a techie in the house.
9:33 AM Comment
Monday, October 01, 2001
I think I might have mentioned before that PharmaCo is all about the free food. Today, there was some sort of harmonic convergence, what with a large meeting, a bridal shower, and someone bringing in leftovers from a party over the weekend; the haul included fried calamari, ziti with vodka sauce, penne bolognese, a mountain of antipasto, garlic bread, mozzarella sticks, sausage with onions and peppers, two kinds of pasta salad, potato salad, seven layer dip, a taco salad, brownies, and a huge four-layer vanilla and strawberry cake.
Then we had a welcome celebration at 3 with donuts and cider.
Have I mentioned that I sit RIGHT ACROSS FROM THE KITCHEN?? I was good, having only a bit of the antipasto and a half-slice of cake, and then half a donut during my really boring afternoon meeting. But gah, if this keeps up, they're going to have to start rolling me around on a cart.
Lately, it seems as if the dumbest people in the world make up a good portion of the sales force at PharmaCo.
1:00 PM Comment
Sunday, September 30, 2001
I flipped over to the PBS documentary by Ric Burns (brother of Ken Burns) on New York City, and because the episode that's running tonight is about the 20th century city, there's a heck of a lot of footage of the World Trade Center. While it makes me sad, it's almost comforting now to see that they haven't been edited out of the footage. I don't want them to be edited out, airbrushed, smoothed over with CGI effects. I don't want them to be forgotten. I still want them to be admired, and remembered, and treasured.
9:16 PM Comment
We weren't planning on going to look at houses today, but we ended up doing it anyway. The first house was great on the outside, but full of DayGlo shag carpet on the inside. Another house, just down the street, was lovely outside and in, aside from the incessantly barking Miniature Pinscher next door. That one also has a great third floor space that Dave could use as an office-cum-den of whatever. Main problem with the house: one bathroom. One. For an older house, it's got unbelievable closet space, including a large cedar closet, and the woodwork is amazing.
I don't know. It didn't speak to me, but it might have whispered.
