"In my car, it's always 1999!"
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bluelovesorangeSo, Friday was an interesting day. Interesting in that, "There goes five years of my life."
So, I'm riding out my tenure at Unnamed Mega Conglomerate that I'm temping for - because the money is good, I like the people I directly work with, and gas prices have just hit over four dollars where I live, ZOMG, and it's just a matter of economy - besides the daily commute to work, I don't really go anywhere. I wanted to join![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
smithereen and Dare @ this year's Comic-con, but financially, it's just not going to work out, because I'm really serious about eliminating my credit card debt and saving up enough money for potential deposit/key money/living expenses. Though....I caved and joined the Venture Brothers Amazing Shirt of the Week Club and that was like a half week's pay right there. I did use all of my stimulus check to pay bills though, so it's not as bad as it could have been. And you guys, there could be a Dr. Girlfriend t-shirt. I LIVE FOR THAT.
Anyway, at work, things are going well, if tediously so - the only thorn in my side recently has been the Quality Assurance Department for our Canadian affiliate, based in Ontario. The head of this department is, for all my interaction with him is a fairly unpleasant, bitchy Napoleon-like man. Now this may be judging him unfairly, but he grates my cheese, so bitchy Napoleon-like man it is.
All of my emails to him have been pleasant and professional (because remember, I am if nothing, professional) and I've been running around our department trying to find out the answers to his admittedly legitimate concerns, but it's just a huge tangled up knot of bureaucracy and paperwork and PEOPLE NOT KNOWING WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON. I'm a temp, I have a certain amount slack given to me because I'm only temporary, just another set of hands to help shuffle paperwork, but I'm asking questions of people who have been in the company for years. I finally got some of my answers by emailing our affiliate in the UK, who was very nice but I could sense there was a bit of exasperated "Why haven't you guys gotten organized over there? Way to be, America." in his reply.
I wonder if this is just indicative of megaconglomerate business culture, or if I just have an unnerving knack for picking positions at places where it's about to collapse at any moment. BURN! TO THE GROUND! BORDERS! You know, I'm the human barometer running contrary to the rats leaving a sinking ship.
But yes. I've enjoyed most of this weekend because I did not have to think about Canada. Tomorrow I have to think about Canada, or specifically, Ontario, and .........meh.
So, I leave work on Friday afternoon to go see L and hang out, since we haven't had a proper night out in ages, thanks to L's bizarre schedules and my social retardation, but we finally get it together to see a movie.
Our picks were between Prince Caspian and Iron Man - and Prince Caspian won out because it was starting just as we got to the theater. The previews for it were Hancock (See Will Smith save the world again!), two Brendan Fraser movies (Journey to the Center of the Earth, Mummy 3: Now Asian People are coming back from the Dead. Sweet.) and in this regard, Indiana Jones 4 was better because it had the trailer for the new Batman movie (WANT.), but Prince Caspian was more satisfying than Indy.
I can't remember much about the first movie honestly, besides James McAvoy and his prosthetics, Liam Neeson's comforting voice, and how annoying the children were at times, which made them realistic, because hey, children *are* annoying at times, and they really did look like a family.
In this second outing, it's darker, and aside from some anvils (Peter has abandonment and father issues! Susan is going to be exiled from Narnia Forever! THANKS FOR THAT, CS LEWIS.), I really enjoyed it and lost myself to Narnia again. My favorites are Edmund and Lucy, and Prince Caspian himself - Ben Barnes can come over and fake-Spanish me anytime (plus, as I was saying to L, he's also age-appropriate.) And Eddie Izzard as the mouse!
Religion-wise, I didn't really get a sense of overt, heavy-handed ideals of Christianity (then again, I'm not a particularly good Buddhist, so I'm not exactly an expert on matters of the soul and religion) in this film, though I will admit at a certain climactic scene in the film, I did think to myself, "well that's what happens when you piss off Jesus."
What I really loved the most about this movie though? The music - particularly Regina Spektor's ending theme - wayyyyyy better than Alanis Morrissette's offering.
L and I get out of the movie around 7 ish - and I turn on my phone and find two voice mails from my mom at around 5:40. She's having stomach pains, and can I please come home and drive her to the ER? Her doctor recommended she go to the UC Irvine ER.
I'm at Knowlwoods picking up dinner with L, so naturally I'm a little blindsided by this - because hello, two hours later, so I call home and there's nothing. We grab our food to go, I show up at the ER after figuring out where to park, and ...she's not been admitted. I spell out her last name, nope, no one by that name.
Okay, so where the hell is she? I drive home (L fantastically offered to come with me) and not only is she not there, neither is her car. No note. She left her cellphone in a lunch bag in the kitchen. After conferring with the next door neighbor to see if she saw my mom leave (no), I call all the ERs around my house to see if maybe she had checked herself in there - nothing. Now I'm a little freaked out, because her voicemails sounded kind of urgent and where the hell is that woman?
I drive L back to her house, and as I'm coming back, my phone rings and it's my mom. This is around 10 or 10:30 - and she's home, she just drove herself to the doctor because "you didn't pick up your phone" and you know, there's just so much wrong with Asian Mom Logic, that I can't get into it - but anyway, it turned out well. I did have a bit of hissy fit regarding leaving NOTES because you better believe if I have a limb fall off or something else calamituous, I'm going to tell people so they at least know.
Five years! Shaved off my life, in worry, at least. And of course my mom would just say that I took 10 years off of her life, so it's an even exchange.
Yes, we are that kind of family - better now than we were in my younger days, but still as prickly as ever.
Saturday was odd, because I had a case of insomnia during Friday's "is my mom dead in a ditch somewhere" watch, so I didn't go to bed until 3'ish in the morning on Satuday, and then I spent it mostly being slothful.
Today I'm determined to finish my laundry and go to Target to pick up some essentials. I might stop by Kinokuniya too, but I'm trying to watch myself - everytime I go in there, I always spend too much money.
Hello Naomi is amazing
So, I'm riding out my tenure at Unnamed Mega Conglomerate that I'm temping for - because the money is good, I like the people I directly work with, and gas prices have just hit over four dollars where I live, ZOMG, and it's just a matter of economy - besides the daily commute to work, I don't really go anywhere. I wanted to join
smithereen and Dare @ this year's Comic-con, but financially, it's just not going to work out, because I'm really serious about eliminating my credit card debt and saving up enough money for potential deposit/key money/living expenses. Though....I caved and joined the Venture Brothers Amazing Shirt of the Week Club and that was like a half week's pay right there. I did use all of my stimulus check to pay bills though, so it's not as bad as it could have been. And you guys, there could be a Dr. Girlfriend t-shirt. I LIVE FOR THAT.Anyway, at work, things are going well, if tediously so - the only thorn in my side recently has been the Quality Assurance Department for our Canadian affiliate, based in Ontario. The head of this department is, for all my interaction with him is a fairly unpleasant, bitchy Napoleon-like man. Now this may be judging him unfairly, but he grates my cheese, so bitchy Napoleon-like man it is.
All of my emails to him have been pleasant and professional (because remember, I am if nothing, professional) and I've been running around our department trying to find out the answers to his admittedly legitimate concerns, but it's just a huge tangled up knot of bureaucracy and paperwork and PEOPLE NOT KNOWING WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON. I'm a temp, I have a certain amount slack given to me because I'm only temporary, just another set of hands to help shuffle paperwork, but I'm asking questions of people who have been in the company for years. I finally got some of my answers by emailing our affiliate in the UK, who was very nice but I could sense there was a bit of exasperated "Why haven't you guys gotten organized over there? Way to be, America." in his reply.
I wonder if this is just indicative of megaconglomerate business culture, or if I just have an unnerving knack for picking positions at places where it's about to collapse at any moment. BURN! TO THE GROUND! BORDERS! You know, I'm the human barometer running contrary to the rats leaving a sinking ship.
But yes. I've enjoyed most of this weekend because I did not have to think about Canada. Tomorrow I have to think about Canada, or specifically, Ontario, and .........meh.
So, I leave work on Friday afternoon to go see L and hang out, since we haven't had a proper night out in ages, thanks to L's bizarre schedules and my social retardation, but we finally get it together to see a movie.
Our picks were between Prince Caspian and Iron Man - and Prince Caspian won out because it was starting just as we got to the theater. The previews for it were Hancock (See Will Smith save the world again!), two Brendan Fraser movies (Journey to the Center of the Earth, Mummy 3: Now Asian People are coming back from the Dead. Sweet.) and in this regard, Indiana Jones 4 was better because it had the trailer for the new Batman movie (WANT.), but Prince Caspian was more satisfying than Indy.
I can't remember much about the first movie honestly, besides James McAvoy and his prosthetics, Liam Neeson's comforting voice, and how annoying the children were at times, which made them realistic, because hey, children *are* annoying at times, and they really did look like a family.
In this second outing, it's darker, and aside from some anvils (Peter has abandonment and father issues! Susan is going to be exiled from Narnia Forever! THANKS FOR THAT, CS LEWIS.), I really enjoyed it and lost myself to Narnia again. My favorites are Edmund and Lucy, and Prince Caspian himself - Ben Barnes can come over and fake-Spanish me anytime (plus, as I was saying to L, he's also age-appropriate.) And Eddie Izzard as the mouse!
Religion-wise, I didn't really get a sense of overt, heavy-handed ideals of Christianity (then again, I'm not a particularly good Buddhist, so I'm not exactly an expert on matters of the soul and religion) in this film, though I will admit at a certain climactic scene in the film, I did think to myself, "well that's what happens when you piss off Jesus."
What I really loved the most about this movie though? The music - particularly Regina Spektor's ending theme - wayyyyyy better than Alanis Morrissette's offering.
L and I get out of the movie around 7 ish - and I turn on my phone and find two voice mails from my mom at around 5:40. She's having stomach pains, and can I please come home and drive her to the ER? Her doctor recommended she go to the UC Irvine ER.
I'm at Knowlwoods picking up dinner with L, so naturally I'm a little blindsided by this - because hello, two hours later, so I call home and there's nothing. We grab our food to go, I show up at the ER after figuring out where to park, and ...she's not been admitted. I spell out her last name, nope, no one by that name.
Okay, so where the hell is she? I drive home (L fantastically offered to come with me) and not only is she not there, neither is her car. No note. She left her cellphone in a lunch bag in the kitchen. After conferring with the next door neighbor to see if she saw my mom leave (no), I call all the ERs around my house to see if maybe she had checked herself in there - nothing. Now I'm a little freaked out, because her voicemails sounded kind of urgent and where the hell is that woman?
I drive L back to her house, and as I'm coming back, my phone rings and it's my mom. This is around 10 or 10:30 - and she's home, she just drove herself to the doctor because "you didn't pick up your phone" and you know, there's just so much wrong with Asian Mom Logic, that I can't get into it - but anyway, it turned out well. I did have a bit of hissy fit regarding leaving NOTES because you better believe if I have a limb fall off or something else calamituous, I'm going to tell people so they at least know.
Five years! Shaved off my life, in worry, at least. And of course my mom would just say that I took 10 years off of her life, so it's an even exchange.
Yes, we are that kind of family - better now than we were in my younger days, but still as prickly as ever.
Saturday was odd, because I had a case of insomnia during Friday's "is my mom dead in a ditch somewhere" watch, so I didn't go to bed until 3'ish in the morning on Satuday, and then I spent it mostly being slothful.
Today I'm determined to finish my laundry and go to Target to pick up some essentials. I might stop by Kinokuniya too, but I'm trying to watch myself - everytime I go in there, I always spend too much money.
Hello Naomi is amazing
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Date: 2008-06-02 03:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-02 04:47 am (UTC)There is no shame in being a responsible adult. :)
I'm glad your mom is okay, but Jeez. Post-its are so easy to use and so good at conveying small bits of important information such as AM NOT DEAD!
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Date: 2008-06-03 02:52 am (UTC)because I didn't want to single out the whole of Canada!
Date: 2008-06-03 03:01 am (UTC)