Sweet Catastrophe

There was apparently some sort of raffle for the Front End and I won two tickets to the race this weekend? I’m guessing it’s the Georgia 500. I was just told it’s this weekend in Atlanta.

I’m so….happy? I’m not really sure who decided the raffle should be for the Front End employees since there’s exactly one racing fan among us.

I passed. They said they’d change my schedule so I could go, I should’ve just asked if I could have the weekend off anyway.

I could’ve been mean and taken the tickets and just not used them >:-D Maybe someone will actually get some use out of the damn things.

“Jade I’ve got some good news for you; actually some great news.”  Heh…ending with calling me Ashlee. How personal.

I think I forgot to jump for joy.

Did I forget to mention my discovery at work last week?

Obviously we have a shredder at Customer Service for, well, shredding ^-^

I walked in to see a rather large…box-type thing for shredding. I’m thinking, “did we get some sort of industrial shredder…the little shredder is still here. Hmmm”

So I check it out, and it’s just a box for documents to go into that need to be shredded. With a  service number on the front….and now our little shredder is gone.

Anything that needs to be shredded goes into this case, and some company picks it all up to be shredded.

I know, I know–there are legal reasons behind it, but still. We can’t afford to schedule enough coverage, but we’ll pay someone to shred documents for us!!

I really want to just throw in a sheet of paper that says, “Your job must be really fucking boring.”

Then again, I think I could sit around and shred documents all day. As long as my iPod could come along.

Heroes tonight—not one of the better episodes. Next week looks very promising though. I suppose you have to have episodes like this sometimes to set things up, and thus far I’ve really liked the way the writers have done things, so I won’t complain.

They brought up something that always inspires that *headdesk* feeling though. “Oh look, I have a super power now. But what does it all mean?”

Sweetheart, doll, dude, sir–whoever….WHO CARES? You have a super power! That’s fantastic! Now go play with it! Make some mischief! Do some good; be reckless…Then figure out how this can help you not be poor anymore. Live like a king!

Does it really matter if there’s some purpose? If there is, it’ll play out. You take care of you, and let the fates, god, destiny…whatever take care of the rest!

Why do they waste super powers on all the boring people who want to know too much about it. Give me a super power. I’ll make sure I take advantage of it!

I vaguely remember turning off all my alarms on my phone this morning, but it feels more like it happened 3 days ago. Work called at 8:30 (I was supposed to be there at I took a quick minute to think of an excuse to just call in and finally said forget it. I called and told ‘em there was a problem with my alarm and that I was on my way.

Of course, I had planned to get up early so I could eat something, and have time to throw together a sandwich for my break, but obviously that didn’t happen!

Let’s just say work was really busy, and I was really sleepy and hungry.

When I got out, I headed over to Target. I had to pick up a gift card for someone, and I wanted to check out their clearance racks since I got nothing at Old Navy yesterday. I picked up two pairs of pants–one of which in the steel grey color I’ve been looking for. There was another pair I really liked, but it didn’t fit and I forgot to go back and look for another size.

I picked up this cute wrap as well, but I didn’t feel like trying it on, so it may go back.

I  chatted with my grandmother (Dad’s side) for a bit while I was shopping. It was one of the shortest conversations we’ve had. She mentioned that my cousin just sent out J.J’s first communion invitations. I’m secretly hoping she didn’t have my address. For one, I’m just not close to that part of my family at all, and I’m just not as religious as they are. They tend to make me uncomfortable when religion comes up. They push a little too hard, ya know? Plus, Father Dan kinda gives me the creeps. I think I’ve seen one too many horror films.

I talked to my granny too (Mom’s side) and she had some depressing news. My brother has a few dogs and the mom got herself killed in a rather horrific, depressing way that I’d rather not type up right now. It hurts my heart to think about it, and makes me a little angry at someone.

I was gonna cook tonight, but I really didn’t have anything in particular in mind, and I didn’t feel like fighting my way through the grocery store, trying to figure it out, so I’m just gonna pay for Ryan’s WingZone. I hate that place, so I’ll be eating a sandwich, but hey, I was gonna cook, so I feel like I should still provide him with some food. I’m a good girlfriend.

I just stepped on not one, but TWO multi tools in my trek to the bathroom.

I so desperately want to have a clean apartment, but it just isn’t happening. The way things work around here, I clean and no less than 6 hours later (unless I’m home alone) things are scattered again.

It just doesn’t do much for motivating me to clean again.

Luckily it’s not gross or anything like that, it’s just ridiculously cluttered. After narrowly escaping a gash to my foot, I’m seriously going to reward myself with some sort of tool storage to at least get Ryan’s random ’stuff’ out of the way. We don’t have much extra floor space either, so I’m in the market for something I can mount on the wall.

I’ve recently learned that I’m pretty much obsessed with storage space–no joke. Ryan has a twin bed at home with built-in drawers. It’s coming down here when his mom moves [along with her washer and dryer–squeee!] and it’s gonna replace the busted futon. I think I’m gonna put the games under there and maybe some of the sheets or something…I’m not sure. Either way, I’ll be freeing up hall closet space for some of the other stuff that’s floating around in the room.

In fact, I actually think I’ll run upstairs and work on some of that. I started last night and just got exhausted.

Rowling announced it. I’ll leave it to you to read, but I particularly enjoyed her revealing that while reading the script for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince she crossed through a section of Dumbledore reminiscing about past loves and wrote, “Dumbledore is gay.”

There’s also another article with a bit about Dumbledore’s true past love–

Rowling said Dumbledore fell in love with the charming wizard Gellert Grindelwald but when Grindelwald turned out to be more interested in the dark arts than good, Dumbledore was “terribly let down” and went on to destroy his rival.

That love, she said, was Dumbledore’s “great tragedy.”

“Falling in love can blind us to an extent,” she said.

I totally see it. I was already planning to re-read the books soon, so now I have something else to really consider while reading through for connections and things I missed the first time!

2nd Source

So I did a little shopping after work today. Nothing like trying on clothes to boost your self esteem….right. [Oh and wouldn’t you know it, I gave myself permission to splurge and only ended up buying two little $3 items….]

I’m determined to lose some weight. I’ve never been one to gain, or lose–I’ve always maintained a weight that I wasn’t totally happy with, but I was satisfied.

Last year, though, my pills changed, and I gained a good 20lbs overall, and I’m not at all happy. For the first time, I gained weight in my face too. I think that’s my big issue, really. I don’t mind a little extra weight that much. I’m still pretty much healthy, but when I can see it in my face, it’s gotta go. Now.

And while it’s been nice having boobs, it’s time to say goodbye.

I’m going to the doctor later this week. I’m all for trying something like hydroxycut, or anything else, really, to speed along the process, but I can’t take most pills like that. They have a tendency to make you a little jittery and my asthma inhaler already does that, so any time I’ve ever tried anything, I’ve been in an unbearable state of madness. So I’m gonna talk to my doctor about switching to a pill a little less conducive to weight gain.

It’s a small step, but it’s one I think will make a significant difference. I know your metabolism changes as you get older and you’re more likely to gain weight and keep it, but I’m struggling to believe that 21 is that age for me. I’ve thought about it a lot and those pills seem to be the route of my problem.

I’ve already changed my diet. I’m definitely eating less. I’m hoping with a change in pills, and adding in some exercise I’ll feel like me again soon.

Hopefully I’ll be going to Louisiana this Christmas and I’ll be meeting all the rest of Ryan’s family. I don’t want them to see me as that chunky chick their Ryan is dating. I’m ready to be me again.

We were in the breakroom, reading letters from the readers in the newspaper today and we got to talking about the “Letters to Santa” they published last year.

No less than 5 kids asked for dolphins!! Really? Where are you putting this dolphin? What happened to asking for something realistic? Like a pony! There wasn’t a single request for a pony! I thought every kid asked for a pony? Okay, well I don’t think I ever asked for a pony…unless I did after that episode of Full House when Michelle fell off the horse. I still think her equestrian riding apparel was awesome, but I’m weird like that. I was the kid in school who wanted uniforms. Go figure.

I expect iPods and any other outrageously expensive technology, but where the hell did ‘dolphin’ come from. We were all trying to remember if some big dolphin movie had come out, but we came up with nothing.

So what’ll be the hot item this year? Maybe we should all ask for beanstalks!

I just got a call from Mediacom letting me know that due to some ‘emergency’ repairs needing to be done that our service might be interrupted tomorrow between 11 and 3. I’ll be at work so it doesn’t really matter, but it’s cool that they did that.

One of the insurance companies started calling back the other day but I was unable to answer. I thought it was them calling today, but Ryan was asleep behind me so I didn’t say anything, I just answered and sat there and eventually that recording came on. I’m planning on using Kristi’s method and saying the same phrase over and over again. I haven’t decided what my phrase will be though. I’m thinking I wanna say something really off the wall, but not necessarily vulgar. Maybe just really absurd.

Thank god I didn’t do a search for term life insurance. I hear those guys are relentless. Luckily I’ve got life insurance already. An uncle of mine sales life insurance so my dad got a policy started when I was…18 I think, so I could lock in a low price. I’m surprised he hasn’t mentioned me taking over that yet. Hmm…I’ll be sure not to bring that up during our next conversation.

Mother nature basically hates me. I’m in pain, and my chin looks like a tiny mountain range…no amount of skin care products can save me at this point.

I’m moody. I hate being moody, I really do. I can always tell when I’m getting bitchy for no reason, but there’s just no ‘off’ switch! Gah!

The icing on the cake? This isn’t even my freaking week! It’s just SO rude to show up unannounced, and early. Bitch.

*sigh* And now I want cake. With lots of icing.

Edit: and I pretty much just got mad at the sun for going behind a cloud. mhmm.