Having the same diary entry on the front page.  It gets on my nerves after awhile.  So I had to add one, even though I don’t have anything really to say.  Except that Terra Toys is moving from SoCo to W Anderson, which really sucks.  Gentrification in action.  And I kind of wish my work would give me some work because I’m starting to feel really guilty about doing nothing.  I’ve cleaned up desk, cleaned off my whiteboard, done every little thing I can think of (except do an equipment inventory.  But those suck.), and I’m just bored out of my goard.  I know I’m supposed to find work for myself, but there’s only so much work I can invent.  Hmm, my bulletin board could be reorganized…

Oh, and I love Digital TV, I don’t care that it’s wrong, I don’t care!  I got to watch a few minutes of Walking and Talking (or is it Kicking and Screaming? the one with Eric Stoltz) on IFC, What Not to Wear on BBC America, Queer Eye and the Lovecats video last night, and I got to watch them when I wanted.  It’s cool!  And I can fast forward through all the lame commercials.  And it’s all gadgety with like ten million buttons and stuff and ten cajillion channels and I’ll never miss Chappelle again!  And I realized that I won’t really be watching more tv, I’ll just be watching things I actually want to see instead of flipping mindlessly for the hour between dinner and bed that I like to watch tv.  Yay! 

Oh, and I get to see the Office, which I’m really excited about too!  Don’t worry, it’s all just research for my trip to England this summer;)

I love humor, I think there is not enough humor in the world and if something is funny, I don’t think you should fight it just because you want to be a drama queen.  Fine, go ahead, be a sad sack, be “intense”, and everybody can just call me shallow, I don’t care.  I like things that are funny and I like to laugh.  You don’t want to make people laugh?  You want to make them uncomfortable, or make them angry or make them cry, fine.  But they’re gonna’ remember what made them laugh more than what made them unhappy.  Trust me.  Smile and the world smiles with you, bitch and you bitch alone.  Sigh.  Okay, I feel better now, I feel much better.  Bring on the clowns!

Coldplay is really, really, really good!  I mean, you may think, boring Mix artist, but their songs are just absolutely beautiful and heartwrenching, especially the Scientist and A Rush of Blood to the Head.  Now if my MP3 player would only work properly and allow me to play all the tracks:(  But I would recommend giving them a second listen because they are a damn fine band.  It’s not their fault Mix stations picked them up.

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Gwyneth

2004-04-22T17:40:22.000Z

Of course Coldplay’s a great band, silly.  Welcome to the present where the rest of us are.  *teehee*  Oh goodness, my flowing blonde locks are tangled in a fan…dear me, it’s pulling me into the blades, my head is about to—CHOP!

For the 3rd year in a row, I didn’t get so much as a thank you or a free lunch.  4 years ago I got flowers from a thoughtful coworker/friend, but I’ve never gotten nada from an employer.  I know secretaries somewhere are getting gifts, though, because I saw two yellow rose arrangements and two plants being carried through the parking garage this morning.  Oh Faye and Jan, what it must feel like to be so loved as to get yellow rose arrangements with little cards inside little envelopes with your name on them.  Real glass vases and the little plastic holders for the cards and everything!  I naively thought I might actually get taken out to lunch because our Director of Operations actually had the “holiday” on his calendar.  Silly, silly Julie!  Oh, well, at least I’m fairly confident I won’t have to do anything on Bosses’ Day.  That shit pissed me off at my last place.  They never remembered Secretary’s Day and yet I’m expected to shell out money for my boss who makes 4 times as much as me?  That’s total bullshit!  Sorry, I’m sleepy and really should get some coffee, but Starbucks and the Hideout are both so far to hobble to.

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Ashmita

2004-04-22T01:55:21.000Z

Yeah, in the years of administrative career past I never once got any “administrative professional” aka the bitch we all love to hate and are only nice to cause he/she could fuck our lives over, love.  However, it is because I was obviously working at the wrong places.  Why you ask?  The admin that I share a cube with today got a cool CD holder worth of candy, cookies and…two girft certificates.  One certificate was for Umi (the sushi bar) for $50 bucks and the other was for the Alamo Drafthouse.

If St. Ed’s is hiring in the future I will let you know.

Okay, so all these scary “anniversaries” keep popping up and they’re all of bad things that happened in April!  Kurt Cobain died 10 years ago, Columbine was 5 years ago, Waco was in April, my Grandmother died in April (same time as Waco), I think Oklahoma City was in April, Robert Smith’s birthday is in April and so is Earth Day.  And now everything’s going to hell in a handbasket in Iraq.  Also, in April.  Also, people around me are getting injuries at an alarming rate:  I twisted my ankle, Glen at work took a face plant into a riverbed off the front end of his mountain bike and wound up with half his nose cartilidge sticking out at a really awful angle, Neil at work threw his bike out, Jason’s sick, the McDonald’s CEO died, the four horsemen of the apocalypse are panhandling on 6th street, it’s a mess!  Tim would say this is just me finding patterns and bad luck where there is none.  Every time my father points out how unlucky Winstons are Tim says, “it’s just because you see it that way, as luck”.  Isn’t he a cute fucking optimist?  Watch out, April may get you next!

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Brett

2004-04-21T15:32:09.000Z

Don’t consider yourself out of race yet Julie, you still have one uninjured ankle and not to mention two perfectly breakable knee caps!

Tara

2004-04-21T16:34:06.000Z

I don’t think we need to go damning the whole month just because of a few mishaps. (By the way you forgot to mention that taxes are due in April.) And why is Earth Day so bad? Or Robert Smith’s birthday? And for that matter “Neil at work threw his bike out” really isn’t a tragedy. If the guy doesn’t want his bike anymore, that’s his business.

But let me get to my point. My birthday is in April. The glorious day when I was born and the angels in heaven rejoiced for they looked forward to my twisted sense of humor. Surely, just the simple fact that I exist, and that I am your friend is enough to redeem this month.

Julie

2004-04-21T17:58:56.000Z

although I can’t help laughing everytime I read the bike out thing.

Barry Levitson, Regional Sales Manager, Zone 11-A

2004-04-21T19:07:03.000Z

When I learned that a CEO had died, as I always do, I cried bitter angry tears of mourning at the loss of one of my corporate brethren.  In tribute, I have vowed to increase my productivity for the month of April by no less than 7.9%.  Just my small way of saying “thanks big guy.”

Sincerely,
Barry Levitson
Regional Sales Manager
Zone 11-A

What’s the difference between Ramblings and Personal?  I am about to ramble about my gimp ankle, but it’s also personal because it is my personal ankle.  Anyway, so I hate being a gimp.  I twisted my ankle while stepping off the curb Wednesday and now I am in an air cast and have a limp.  And I have to wear tennis shoes for the next week and a half, so people at the wedding tomorrow will probably think I am just rude.  Oh, and you cannot sign my air cast because it’s really not a cast, it’s more like a giant splint.  And I feel guilty bitching because I saw a guy today who had a gimp leg AND he was blind.  And I’m just a gimp.  I think I’m going to invent a cool story so I can sound like a badass.  The true story is that I was running an errand for work and stepped on my foot wrong and it went completely sideways and I heard a pop and I fell to the ground in excrutiating pain and dragged myself to the sidewalk (on 6th street, eww) and it was right in front of the creepy bus stop and these guys who only spoke Spanish tried to help me, but then this woman who spoke English kept mashing on my knee and i was like, “it’s my ankle.” So she started mashing on that and I was like, stop it hurts and so this other, sane, cool woman let me borrow her cell phone and offered to get me an ambulance and my boss sent two knights in shining armor from work to help me across the street and the Downtown Rangers came and someone told them I got hit by a car and they wanted to get me an ambulance, but I wouldn’t let them.  And at work people wheeled me around and got me lunch and brought me ice and they were nice to me and then my ankle swelled up and got blue in one part and sort of a pinkish red in another and I went to the doctor and they took an xray, but I didn’t get the “reproductive organs” protective apron, I just got a little plaque-like thing and so my babies will probably have three heads and ten eyeballs and all because I’m a klutz that can’t walk across the street.

Yay! They finally let Anna nail down her recital date, so preparations can commence for our trip to England. Yay! I figure Tim and I will ship out on June 19th and return on July 3rd. I’m going to go buy the Lonely Planet guide today at lunch (although I can’t decide between Britain or England, any help?) and commence planning, trying to get the tickets nailed down this weekend. Of course, it’s a bit daunting because there’s so much space to cover in two weeks! How do you book all those places to stay and stuff? But I’m sure with the internet, we’ll manage. Yay! I’m leaving the country, I’m going to see the world, I’m going to buy cool shoes, I’m going to drink my evenings away at pubs with my friends. Yay! Now let’s just see if I can find a way to drag Tim to Manchester… I wonder if you can tour Morrissey or Johnny Marr’s boyhood homes?

I hate it when my diary is not saved.  Okay, here goes again.

Julie Retracts Earlier Statements about Wilco’s Suckiness.  As many of you may know, I granted a Yankee Hotel Foxtrot-only reprieve from suckiness to Wilco because, well, that album is a masterpiece.  But that did not excuse Wilco of prior suckiness exemplified as the opening act for REM’s Up Tour at Retama Park Polo Fields or on previous albums owned by my ex-roommate/sometimes psycho Christi.  But I am currently listening to Summerteeth, the 1999 album they were probably playing at said tour and it is good.  Not change your life, make you weep with awe Yankee Hotel Foxtrot good, but good.  Quite good.  Ryan Adams without the shittiness.  So fine, Jeff Tweedy and co, I was wrong, you were right.  You do not suck.  Enjoy it, it doesn’t happen very often.

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sometimes psycho christi

2004-04-08T22:02:51.000Z

Hey Julie, I was just wondering what you were doing so I googled you and found my name in your diary. That’s pretty weird. I’m glad you’re finally coming around to Wilco. I hope everything is going well for you.

They are a bunch of idiots.  I placed an order online, was sent a confirmation email and tried to follow the instructions in the email to check on why my order was going to take 5 business days to ship when I needed it now because, duh, my copier isn’t working!  Nobody knew what the hell I was talking about, “oh, that’s a part”, “oh, that’s online, I don’t know where the online orders go.”  Apparently no one has ever placed an online order before!  I was chastised for calling the wrong number when that was the number I was given in the f-ing email.  Then I was chastised for placing the order online instead of through “TeamXerox”.  Well how the hell do I know who “Team Xerox” is?  I think I’m going to burst a blood vessel in the my head and have an aneurysm.  Right.  Now!

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Bill

2005-08-11T09:42:05.000Z

It gets worse,

i have been working for xerox now around 7 months, and wich started like a farytail is looking more and more like a night mare, budget cuts make us work harder and payed less, sure ull say it happens everywhere in the world. But im pretty annoyed by it.

Further more its crap job to do, cause 9 out of 10 times you cant provide the customers with the information they needed because of the damn redicolous processes wich keeps us from saying certain things. its frustrating not only to the customer who gets transfered like 10 times a call, or wichever.

Is there somebody in your past who you haven’t talked to in a long time and think that you guys have this big “thing” that keeps you from talking?  Call them, trust me, it’s good thing.