babble
Monday, June 21, 2004
A tear of petrol is in your eye:
You are probably wondering where the fuck I have been. Well, I'l tell you: I've been right here at my desk, and in meetings, and on conference calls, and running from a 300-person welcome-to-the-giant-corporation event to a 500-person say-goodbye-to-the-old-owner shindig. This week will be far less hectic than the last two, however, so I will be able to get things done, like eating and sleeping. I will also be able to resume blogging, finally. You people probably thought I was dead and/or on a bender. And while you're half right, I didn't want you to worry about the dead part.
In other news, I have been on a fucking shopping rampage this past week. I hit up Best Buy and got a 40GB Creative Nomad Jukebox Zen Xtra (thank for the long name, guys!) and an FM transmitter for it so I could play it in the car, a bluetooth headset for my seckszy mobile phone, a metric asston of CDs, a new flask, a couple of tshirts, and two new sets of plugs for my earholes. (I can't wear regular earrings because my lobes are stretched, so keep that in mind when you are shopping for very expensive, diamond-encrusted birthday presents for me in August.) I'm very happy with my purchases except for the FM transmitter, because Los Angeles has the most fucking clogged up airwaves I've ever encountered and I can't find a usable frequency, especially in the car. So I'm going to return it and get a cassette adapter so I can rock out to G'n'f'n'R in the car already.
Last night I completely redid my resume so I can apply for internal transfers at the aforementioned big huge company. It turned out really well. I used OpenOffice to create it, which makes it ever so easy to export it to pdf, and having your resume as a pdf says "I am a major geek. Give me lots of money." Working on the resume means I got out the new laptop and hooked it up to the wireless connection, which means I had three laptops connected to my home LAN. Pure fucking sex.
Next weekend I'm going to drive to San Diego for a BBQ with my friend Dorky. We will have fun driving to San Diego, especially because I will have the mp3 player all hooked up to the car stereo, so she can sit in the passenger seat and fuck with the playlist while I drive the soccermommobile looking like Locutus of Borg with my bluetooth headset on. If only we could get the transporter working.
babbled by Kat @ 10:48:00 AM |
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