Tongue Tyed: Oct 5, 2004

Oct 5, 2004

The Epitome of Never Doing Anything Right

This is how it goes at work:

Me: I bought some framed pictures for the product photo shoot. But since I am doing the shoot in my office for the home-y look and I liked the pictures and want to keep them, I paid for them myself. Not with company money.
Bossman: Why would you do that?? I don't care if you use company money for the pictures for your office!
Me: Umm...ok, but if I had used company money and then you had seen them hanging in my office you would have said I bought those pictures with company money to use for personal use and been mad.
Bossman: No I wouldn't.
Me: Uh, ok. Well, I am also painting the walls of my office Sage for the photo shoot to add to the home-y look. BUT, don't worry, I am painting my office myself.
Bossman: Why would you paint it yourself?? Get one of the guys to do it. [meaning one of our manufacturing employees who paint for a living].
Me: Well, I didn't want to use hourly wages for this. But ok. I thought you would be mad if I asked to have one of them do it.

I can never win. If I had said all of that in reverse I would have been in trouble too. Grrr...

posted by Ty @ 10/05/2004 | 0 comments

What time is it?

It's 10:03 am and OU STILL SUCKS!

Hook 'em!

posted by Ty @ 10/05/2004 | 2 comments

Confessions

If you write it down it will free you.

I am setting myself free...

When I am deeply troubled by a friendship gone bad, I dream about it, and in the dream, the offending party is always far nastier than in real life, giving me more reasons to separate myself from them.
If some one learns too much about me or sees through me I sometimes push them away by picking fights.
I eat dinner foods like soup and leftovers for breakfast more often than I have cereal or muffins.
I pick at my nails. I don't bite them but the end result is pretty much the same.
Don't look in my closet. I can't ever seem to find the hamper.
Don't look under the trashbag in my trashcan. It's gross.
I am a pack rat. I just wrote up stuff to give to charity and it filled 2 1/2 pages and two packed boxes. And I am not done.
I have every piece of schoolwork I have every done in boxes in my parents' attic.
I cannot listen if I have something I want to tell you. Just let me say what I need to say and I will be the best listener ever. (It's not intentional--I CANNOT help it.)
I hate Mexican Ranchero music. Sounds like Polka in Spanish.
I hate Polka music.
I never feel drunk from liquor. I can drink and drink and drink and think I am sober--but I'm not even close.
Thus, I love beer...cheap buzz.
I once had a homecoming date puke on me.
I eat too much.
I eat at least one tomato (or its equivalent--i.e. tomato sauce, V8) a day.
I can't run. I get shin splints and twisted ankles after 1/4 mile. (But the elliptical machine and I get along fine.)
I once put my cat in a trashcan. (I was 5.)
I once drew on the wall (when I was 6) and felt guilty about it for years. It was just a tiny little heart. I confessed when I was 8. My mother tried not to laugh.
My favorite movie of all time is Ghostbusters.
I hate black jelly beans.
I am a salt fiend. I could live the rest of my life without dessert, but not salty stuff!
I do the girly-freak-out dance when I see a cockroach or fruit fly, but any other bug I just catch and let outside.
All I want in life is my father's approval.
Sometimes I think I like being sad. (At least when it's not real grief.)

Ahhh...Much better.

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Up and Running

The past few days I haven't been able to post. Not sure why. Not sure if it is my side or Blogger, although I know they were having problems. In any case, the two posts just before this are two that I tried to get up here a couple days ago.

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