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"Excuse me, has somebody seen my stapler?"
|Tuesday, January 25, 2005
A series of unfortunate events.
The new Jim Carrey movie? Or tag line for my life?
The film incidently wasn't half bad. I took my sister to see it last week for her birthday and was surprised how cute it was.
My life on the other hand, while not being bad exactly, has had well...a series of unfortunate events. Sarah never did write me a monolouge, nor did Jeremy help with my song. The biggest audition of my life is now less than two weeks away and I am horribly unprepared (not that i blame them, its totally my own fault.)
Things at work have been really stressful. Much more so than a boring office job should be. Ever since the new year really i've been gradually doing more and more work that should be manager stuff- which i don't mind, its cool that they think me capable and its nice to have a variety of stuff so i don't fall asleep from boredom but that's not the point. If i'm going to be doing the same work as a manager then i should be getting paid like a manager. Three month mark is coming up soon, i really hope i get a raise.
So i finally got into it with bridezilla. My friend Kim's wedding has become this event of monsturous proportions (and its still two and a half months away) I don't feel like i'm in a wedding, i feel like i'm in an army (Barbie Boot Camp all over again-- this time complete will all the lace and frills.) Its bad enough i am being forced to wear the ugliest dress i have ever seen, am going to get the hair all puffed up and toes peticured and even (reluctently) agreed to the spray tan that she has made us all an appt to get but the place i drew the line at was shoes. I don't care how ugly they are (they would be out of place if they weren't) but i need something that i can walk in- even though its not my wedding, i'd still prefer to not roll down the isle (ug, i'd look like a big bundle of pink frosting). After arguing about it for almost half an hour, i finally convinced her to let me go shopping with her. Little did i know, she already had them picked out. They're actually not that bad- well they wouldn't be if they didn't have a four inch heel and weren't pepto pink. I guess compromise was just a dumb idea to present before a bride. I am never getting married. And if i do, i vow to not make poor unasuming women who i call my friends wear anything that looks like a hooker version of little bo peep.
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The new Jim Carrey movie? Or tag line for my life?
The film incidently wasn't half bad. I took my sister to see it last week for her birthday and was surprised how cute it was.
My life on the other hand, while not being bad exactly, has had well...a series of unfortunate events. Sarah never did write me a monolouge, nor did Jeremy help with my song. The biggest audition of my life is now less than two weeks away and I am horribly unprepared (not that i blame them, its totally my own fault.)
Things at work have been really stressful. Much more so than a boring office job should be. Ever since the new year really i've been gradually doing more and more work that should be manager stuff- which i don't mind, its cool that they think me capable and its nice to have a variety of stuff so i don't fall asleep from boredom but that's not the point. If i'm going to be doing the same work as a manager then i should be getting paid like a manager. Three month mark is coming up soon, i really hope i get a raise.
So i finally got into it with bridezilla. My friend Kim's wedding has become this event of monsturous proportions (and its still two and a half months away) I don't feel like i'm in a wedding, i feel like i'm in an army (Barbie Boot Camp all over again-- this time complete will all the lace and frills.) Its bad enough i am being forced to wear the ugliest dress i have ever seen, am going to get the hair all puffed up and toes peticured and even (reluctently) agreed to the spray tan that she has made us all an appt to get but the place i drew the line at was shoes. I don't care how ugly they are (they would be out of place if they weren't) but i need something that i can walk in- even though its not my wedding, i'd still prefer to not roll down the isle (ug, i'd look like a big bundle of pink frosting). After arguing about it for almost half an hour, i finally convinced her to let me go shopping with her. Little did i know, she already had them picked out. They're actually not that bad- well they wouldn't be if they didn't have a four inch heel and weren't pepto pink. I guess compromise was just a dumb idea to present before a bride. I am never getting married. And if i do, i vow to not make poor unasuming women who i call my friends wear anything that looks like a hooker version of little bo peep.
