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Aug. 5th, 2005 | 07:29 am

Haven't updated in forever, and why you ask?

I got a new job! I'm a Personal Line Policy Processor at a large-ish insurance company. It's a lot of work every day, but I really like it so far. SuperCharles is their computer person, so I still get to play with him each morning. The downside to the job? I'm a cube monkey. Ick.

We've almost finished moving into the new house, and that's going fairly well. The problem there? Our electricity is REALLY fucked up. It shuts off every so often, so Jason has to go outside and flip the breakers until it turns on. There was a fried lizard in there yesterday (or so Dudley and his electrician friend say), and it was supposed to be working. We showed up at "home" at 10pm to move our bed and all my clothes. Then the lights kept going out, so we had to come back to CasaHolland and sleep in David's room. Suck my face offf. We'll be moving the rest of our stuff in about 20 minutes, so if you're somehow awake and reading this in Shreveport, please call me or come to my house. We need some help.

We're also going to Baton Rouge in about 2 hours. Granddaddy passed away last Saturday morning. We're having a memorial service for him tomorrow morning at the church. I'm kind of glad it's just a memorial. He donated his body, and looking at your dead family member all laid up in a box looking fake just ooks me out to no end.

In conclusion: New job awesome. New house pretty much awesome. Most of life pretty much awesome (paid all our bills/etc. so now we don't owe anybody money for a month).

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Jul. 27th, 2005 | 11:08 am

Oh, by the way, y'all look at my new layout. It's fucking cute as hell.

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Sweet merciful crap

Jul. 27th, 2005 | 11:04 am

As if this shit couldn't get any fucking worse...

Jason woke me up at 4:00 this morning to look at some bug bite thing on his leg. It was super gross. Of course, then, I couldn't go back to sleep until around 6:30. I'm supposed to get up at 6:45 to get to work on time. Well, screw that. Slept until 8, rolled in around 8:45.

What's the first thing that happens???? Keyvan says, "Kristin, I need to give you your two weeks notice." Um, what the fuck? Yesterday, we were discussing the move to the other office (the one that smells like sandwiches). Today, I don't work here anymore.

God damn it. Somebody make this suck less.

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I'm completely drained

Jul. 21st, 2005 | 04:54 pm
mood: depressed depressed

All of my emotional energy is just gone. I have to go to Baton Rouge this weekend. The trip is going to suck major huge ass, and I just want it to be Tuesday so the whole thing will be over. There will be almost no fun on this trip, just sadness. I get to leave work early tomorrow so I can get on the road, and I'm not coming in on Monday because I just don't know if I'll be capable of keeping it together.

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Bored at work

Jul. 13th, 2005 | 01:26 pm
mood: super bored super bored

I hate being bored at work. I know I should just be happy that I have a job that pays me to do nothing, but three days in a row of nothing is too many. We have no computers coming in, and no site calls to do. There is absolutely nothing for me to be here for.

So, I read a book. Freakonomics by Steven Levitt and Stephen Dubner. It's really good. I suggest everybody check it out. All kinds of interesting correlations in there, especially the one about teachers who cheat and sumo wrestlers.

You should all be watching The 70's House because it's awesome. Really really awesome.

And now for the good news: Charles has returned to work. Thank god.

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Jul. 8th, 2005 | 09:55 am

Weekend again. Blah. Last weekend was kind of fun, I guess. Friday I went to Joe's with Blake (my awesome pseudo-boyfriend) and we saw one completely crappy band and one super-fucking-awesome band. I do not know the name of either, so I will leave it at that. I also ran into Matt Crowson, who I haven't seen in a billion years. Well, not really a billion. More like 9 or 10, but still. He's still awesome, which is not surprising because he was always one of the awesomest people I knew. He has hair now. It's weird.

Sunday was cool, because we went to Ruston for a hurricane party at Kevin, Kimbrell, and D-Ray's. Boy hidee, we were all hammered. I sat in a kiddie pool with Kimbrell for about an hour or so. The other girls at the party didn't seem to like me or Shelton very much, because we played in the slip&slide and the kiddy pool. They were the girls that show up to a party in their swimsuits then bitch when somebody wants them to play in the water. Whatever. I didn't bring my suit, so I wore some of Kevin's underpants. Good times.

This week blew ass. Not surprising. We rearranged the office, and now I sit up front by the windows. I'm totally by myself up here, which is kind of strange. I have to yell around the cubicle things to talk to anybody. I guess I could just get up and go back there, but that's dumb.

In conclusion: Reagan, if you don't make me a copy of The Buzz and Buzz Ballads, I will not love you anymore.

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So sleepy

Jul. 1st, 2005 | 09:04 am

Ugh. Tired again. I have been having trouble sleeping sometimes because the puppies like to get up at least twice during the night now. They slept all night yesterday, but I'm still short several hours of sleep, so I'm not caught up yet.

Work is better, I guess. Rather than better, I think it's just back to normal. Which is good, and definitely is better than the "Suck that was Monday." Today Tommy and SuperCharles are coming by. THat would be super fun, except they're coming to get the phones. The whole phone system belongs to Tommy, so we won't have any telephones after like, noon. Yuck.

Fourth of July Weekend is upon us. Once again, it is time for the cooking of fatty foods over an open flame, the drinking of copious amounts of bier, and blowing shit up. Rock most on, friends. Rock most on. Hopefully, I'll see some of you this weekend.

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Lu lu lu, I got some apples

Jun. 29th, 2005 | 03:51 pm

Sorry about the vicious ranting yesterday, y'all. I've been having a bad week and it's only Wednesday.

Mary Beth, I'm also sorry that I was unable to lend you my season pass to Six Flags. It's total doody that you have to show ID to use it. I still like watching y'all play soccer.

Furniture shopping yesterday was meh. We found a cute 3-piece set that is white/beige leather. It's not too bad. Kind of like it. We also found a plain red cottony/canvasy sofa/loveseat set that is super cute. It's more expensive though. More shopping this afternoon.

I hope we go to Parham's today, because I need my weekly dose of Parham. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I saw him at the soccer thing last night but that just isn't the same.

Oh, and if you see me this evening and my hands are all black/blue/yucky I was up to my elbows in an OfficeJet printer today so now I'm inky.

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Thanks to Kacie for this survey type deal...

Jun. 28th, 2005 | 12:11 pm

Name 10 things you hate. Spread the hate by tagging 5 people to do the same.

1. This fucking job. I know that goes without saying, especially if you took the time to read that last monstrosity of a post.
2. Not getting enough sleep
3. Running out of dish soap when I still have a bunch of crap left to wash
4. No clean pants
5. When the puppies are smelly
6. The baby birds over the front door
7. My inability to read complex legal-type documents
8. Uncomfortable shoes
9. Wearing shoes
10. The thermostat at the office that doesn't actually work.

I tag: Christy, Matt (if you even read this crap anymore), Reagan, LisaBounds, and anyone who anonymously reads my journal because they don't have LJ. You can respond in my comments.

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Oh my goddess, please shoot me now.

Jun. 28th, 2005 | 11:59 am

I know I bitch about work a lot. Okay, more than a lot. But this time it's totally justified, and I will swear thusly on a stack of holy items of your choosing.

Tommy and SuperCharles got fired yesterday. First thing in the morning. Canned for not signing the Non-Compete Agreement which thankfully, I did sign although I didn't actually read it. (Sorry, Jason, there goes our first born.) They refused to sign it because their respective attorneys said they shouldn't because that shit was super vague. Once again, I don't actually know how vague due to my inability to follow directions or read things that look at all confusing like any of my Sociology textbooks. How the hell DID I graduate??? The owner/boss/idiotface told them they had until Friday to either sign it or find new jobs. Okay, good deal. The two of them know they won't sign, but this buys them some time. O/b/iface scampers off to some meeting. Other manager guy calls. Tells them that they no longer have until Friday and to get the fuck out. Uh...what????????

Tommy and SuperCharles argue with o/b/iface upon his triumphant return from the land of meetings that don't make any money even though he bitches constantly that we need more money. Nothing is accomplished from the arguing, and Tommy and SuperCharles vacate the premises. I cry. Numerous times throughout the course of yesterday, I cry. SuperCharles calls to check on me? I cry. Tommy calls to see if he left the rest of his gallon of milk in the fridge? I cry. I call SuperCharles to ask about something he was working on before the canning? I cry a LOT. Strangely, it's like SuperCharles and I broke up or something. This is probably compounded by the fact that we're talking to each other in the "break-up language" meaning he repeatedly asks "Are you mad at me? I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen like this. We'll still talk." And I cry and say "No, I'm not mad at you. I'm sorry too. Is it okay if I call you tomorrow? I miss you." Seriously, it's a little fucked up. Good thing Jason doesn't mind.

This shit went on for a full 12-13 hours, culminating in the realization that I'm probably getting fired next. Yep, I know, I said that before too. This time? Much better chance. See, SuperCharles has a meeting with some fairly important financial backers of the company. This is good for him, bad for business. REALLY bad for me. One new guys started at the other office yesterday, and he was Tommy's friend. This guy didn't return today. Now there's me, Sylvia (another high paid employee who doesn't actually bring in any money), o/b/iface, othermanagerguy, and Munir. Munir is the only one who can actually do any work. Technically, Rikul is still around too, but he just piddles on the Linux server and makes sure I can use Quickbooks. We're a little screwed, no money is coming in, and about 15 of the biggest customers (who always pay their bills) are leaving to go with Tommy.

Welcome to my Hell. If anybody wants to hire me and pay me about $10/hour that'd be awesome.

Okay, okay, I guess I'll give out some good news too. Jason and I found a house and it's cuter than anything ever. It's on Robinson and it's yellow and it has new paint and stuff inside. Our landlord is cute too (but not like, sexy cute). His name is Dudley and he looks like a Dudley (short and fat and pleasant).

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