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4.27.2007,4/27/2007 12:41:00 PM
Need a Laugh?

Okay, so after that anger-filled post, I needed to laugh, and I can't believe I've never looked at this site before.

I'm sure I'm the last person on the Internet to visit Engrish.com, but I thought I'd share anyway.

Happy Friday, everyone!


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,4/27/2007 11:57:00 AM
The End of a Crappy Week
I was trying to put a video of BlackJack and Kino duking it out over the new cat tree, but for some reason Google Video is being uncooperative. Oh well.

So, you know how they caught the bitch who rear-ended me? Well.....looking back on it all, I wish I'd had her arrested. Her insurance company called me yesterday saying that they're accepting full responsibility for the accident, asked if I was injured, yadda yadda yadda. I asked the lady, "Are you aware that this was a hit and run accident?" to which she replied, "What do you mean?" I said, "I mean that the girl who rear-ended me fled the scene of the accident!"

Apparently, they were not aware that this little whore rear-ended me and took off.

I gave another statement, and they said that since I was injured, another claims adjuster would be assigned to my case. This lady called me later that day and said that the little bitch was very uncooperative when she asked her for a statement, Little Bitch saying that she'd given her statement when she called in the accident. When pressed as to why she fled the scene, Little Bitch said, "Well, she didn't appear to be stopping, so I drove off."

Um. So I guess signalling, pulling into the left turn lane and turning my hazards on doesn't count as "appearing to stop."

When they asked if the police had given her a citation or anything for leaving the scene, she said, "That's all been taken care of."

As soon as I got off the phone with the adjuster, I called the investigator on my case back. Dammit if he hadn't left for his two-week vacation! I left him a voice mail, which I hope he checks soon, asking if I could change my mind and have Little Bitch smacked with an arrest warrant. We'll see what happens.

So here I am, with pain shooting from my neck all the way down my right side to my leg, and down my right arm. My right wrist is jacked up as well, making it difficult to type, steer my car, use my hair dryer, etc. My doctor has furnished me with painkillers and orders to visit physical therapy. Fun!

The thing is, if she'd shown a shred of remorse for what she'd done, I probably would have been okay with it. I don't even think she's sorry for what she's done, though!

Has anything like this happened to you? How was your situation handled by the insurance company, police, etc, and did you want to pull the person who did this to you's eyelashes out one by one, followed by their eyebrows? With a blunt set of tweezers, so you have to pull extra hard?
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4.25.2007,4/25/2007 12:29:00 PM
Vindication!!!
I got a phone call from the investigator on my case today. Due to my quick thinking and getting the license plate number, they located the driver of the vehicle.

It was a 20-year-old girl.

The investigator asked me if I wanted to pursue criminal charges, and I asked him what my options were. Basically, they could arrest her and charge her with a Class B misdemeanor, or issue her a ticket for fleeing the scene.

Like I said earlier, no matter how hard I want to, I can't be a bitch. I chose to have her issued with a ticket for fleeing the scene, because, even though getting arrested would REALLY teach her a lesson, I wasn't seriously injured (that I know of--my entire right side is giving me problems,) however, I believe she needs to know that there are consequences to her actions. Hence the ticket.

After next Monday I'll be able to pick up the amended police report with the insurance information, and I intend to have her or her Daddy pay for my medical bills and damage to my car, as they should.

I'll keep everyone updated, but my hat's off to the Police Department here for acting on all of this so quickly.
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,4/25/2007 12:31:00 AM
I Want to Believe in the Goodness of People
I had one hell of a past couple of days, I tell you.

Friday afternoon I met a friend of mine for lunch at BJ's Brewhouse. It was so much fun catching up, and the food was really good--I had the Canadian bacon and pineapple pizza, and a Caesar salad.

At about 5 pm, I started getting rumblings in my stomach. The minute I got home, I ran for the bathroom, where I stayed pretty much all weekend. Apparently something in either the pizza or salad made me quite ill.

Monday morning, feeling better, I was driving to work when I approached a stoplight. The light turned green, I took my foot off the gas, and as I started to apply my foot to the gas pedal, I was slammed from behind.

A teal Camaro rear-ended me.

Stunned, I signaled to go into the left turn lane and put my hazard lights on, waiting for the Camaro to pull behind me so we could sort this mess out.

The cocksucker kept on driving.

In disbelief, I watched the car pass me, but despite the shock from being hit I had the mental capacity to get the license plate number, which I numbly kept repeating as I pulled back into traffic and into a nearby parking lot, where I dialed 911.

Giving the dispatcher my information as well as the license plate number of the douchebag who rear-ended me, (see, I told you I liked using those words when people piss me off while driving!) I waited for the cops to come and take my statement. They arrived about 10 minutes later, and I gave an accounting of what happened. That done, I drove on to work where I called the insurance company and filed my claim and made a doctor's appointment.

Armed with muscle relaxers and anti-inflammatories, I took the rest of the day off, lying on the couch and watching TV. My doctor said that the two days after the accident would probably be the worst for soreness, and she was right. Today I'm having trouble moving my right arm, and my neck and head ache. I'm fine otherwise--no serious injuries that I can discern, just some soreness and difficulty with movement. Let's hope it stays that way.

Luckily, the damage to my car isn't too bad. My bumper was knocked out of alignment, there's teal paint and scuffs all over it, I lost a reflector, and the muffler was damaged. All in all, I'm really lucky that I or my car wasn't banged up more than we were.

But the whole thing makes me really angry. What was that person thinking, not stopping? Did they not have insurance (we're treating this as an uninsured motorist claim)? Are they just assholes who don't care about others? For all they know, I could have had a small child in the back seat, but obviously they didn't give a shit if they kept on driving. I'm still kind of in shock about the whole thing. All I know is that by fleeing the scene, they made it a hell of a lot harder on themselves. I bet they didn't think I was able to get their plate number. Showed them, the bastards.

The cops aren't optimistic that they'll find the person who did it. I hope they do, just so they'll get a ticket or whatever happens when you flee the scene of an accident.
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4.24.2007,4/24/2007 10:45:00 PM
Finding the Silver Lining
Eventually, after a few weeks at that awful job, I began to find my feet. Even though I had originally resented Chuck for rescinding my original employment offer, in time, I started to respect the man. This place was so screwed up in terms of policy and procedure that it was falling apart, and he was brought in to put the place in order. Chuck was met with much resistance, and I joined the company when the turmoil was coming to a head. For me, though, once I decided to stop listening to everybody's bitching about Chuck and started focusing on the position, things started to get better.

My last post on this subject makes it seem as if my job was torturous, and about 85% of the time, it was. However, I developed several great friendships during my short tenure, and I really enjoyed the camaraderie in the area where I worked. After the project manager I was originally supposed to work closely with quit (thankfully, for he was not all he thought he was,) the atmosphere in our area lightened considerably. Often we'd go to lunch together, and towards the end we'd drink margaritas during our lunch hour on Fridays.

This turned out to be a hidden blessing, because holy crap, some of my clients were complete assholes.

One set of clients I referred to as "The Bitches," simply because when the above-mentioned project manager left, he left no files or e-mails on his laptop with the status of his projects. The only thing I had to go on was a spreadsheet that was cryptic at best. I was told that he deleted everything whenhe left....lovely, huh? Anyhow, when I asked for a conference call with The Bitches to get on track, they sent a very snarky e-mail saying, in a nutshell, that I should pretty much read their mind and figure it out for myself. It was an uphill battle every step of the way with them. Their e-mails were rude and they were awful to speak with on the phone. I dreaded every conference call with them because I knew they would be bitching about some thing or another that my company did wrong.

Of course, I realize that none of this was a personal attack on me, but directed towards the company. But you know what? Having to listen to that day in and day out started to wear on me. Thankfully, though, The Bitches were my only really difficult client. There were a few who were challenging, but no one was like The Bitches.

During this time, I was quietly interviewing for other positions. Luckily, several resume submissions resulted in interviews, and toward the end of March I was offered a Marketing position five miles from my house, making roughly the same amount as I was at my current job.

You better believe I took it in a heartbeat!

When I turned in my resignation, the CEO counteroffered, and in addition to a hefty raise, reinstated the offer to work from home like in the original agreement. My mind was made up to leave, however, and I politely declined. As much as I wanted to give them the finger and tell them to fuck off, I couldn't. Except in extreme cases, I just can't be a bitch. I think the best part of the counteroffer was the acknowledgment by them that I was treated with unfairness, and the apology that followed.

I started this new position on April 9, and already I feel so much better. It's a 10 minute drive, I get to come home for lunch, and I'm doing what I love to do. Plus, the people are really nice.

I don't want to say I regret the past few months of my life, because for one, it spurred me on to find something better that, in my complacency in the other Marketing position, I probably wouldn't have looked for. I also learned that being a project manager was something I absolutely hated, for my true skills lie in being creative.

This new position allows me to have more free time to focus on our new house and my wonderful husband, who has been unfailingly supportive during the past few months. He took the vow "for better or worse" to heart, and I couldn't have gotten through this without him.

So, I guess all's well that ends well, right?

I'm pretty much eliminating my previous place of employment from my resume, though.

I'm pretending it never happened.
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,4/24/2007 12:51:00 PM
Five Questions
The Internet has been down at my house since Saturday afternoon. I'm seriously ticked off. Grr!
Anyway, I have posts floating around in my noggin, especially relating to the old job, but I wanted to post this for Poppy, who sent me these questions. If you'd like to be interviewed for your own blog/personal space/memoirs/what-have-you, simply send me an e-mail titled "INTERVIEW ME!", and I will send you five questions to answer.

And, without further ado, here they are:

1. Are you a Cylon? (Answer truthfully!!)
Now, now, you know I can't give that away until next season! Who knows, though, I might be one of the final five…

2. Have you ever smoked a cigar?
Yes, I've smoked cigars on several occasions. My most recent was in New Orleans during our wedding festivities – DH and I visited a cigar shop in the French Quarter and he bought some big cigar and I bought a tiny, vanilla-flavored one. My first cigar-smoking experience was in high school, however--flush from turning 18 and asserting our newfound freedom, a group of us went to the grocery store and bought a pack of Swisher Sweets with the wooden tip. We thought we were so cool, but they tasted like crap. I suppose that was my "gateway drug," because from there I moved to clove cigarettes (the sugary paper was what drew me) and then on to real cigarettes, which I smoked steadily for the next five or so years. It's funny, though, because I can go without smoking for ages and ages, but if I start drinking and one is offered to me, or if I'm around my friends who smoke, I want to smoke right along with them. So I'll smoke for an evening or a couple of days, and then I won't smoke again for months.

I should really turn this into a bigger post. This could use its own entry.

3. Do you swear in your daily life? If yes, which one is your favorite and why?
I'm a sailor. Probably my all-time favorite word is the F-word, because it can be used in so many different situations, and in virtually all parts of speech. Lately, though, I've also been warming up to cocksucker and douchebag, and I've been using dirty whore lately too, especially when people piss me off while I'm driving.

If I ever have children, I'm in big trouble.

4. When you dream what do you dream about?
I dream about a lot of things—most of the time, though, I tend to dream about things happening in my life—then again, who doesn't? In the weeks leading up to my wedding, I had nightmares about my forgetting my dress or the rings not fitting. Then, when I was at this one job where I was miserable(not this last one, but ANOTHER one,) I used to dream that they fired me. I also dream about being chased and falling from high places.

But this isn't to say that all of my dreams are bad. Lately I've been having a lot of, um, explicit dreams. Those aren't too horrible. : )

5. Why do you love Trent Reznor so much?
Oh gosh, I don't know. Maybe it's because, when I was 16 years old, my super-Christian boyfriend told me that NIN worshipped Satan. In a fit of rebelliousness after he broke up with me because he felt "he was losing touch with Jesus," I bought the NIN album Broken and thus began my 14-year love affair with Mr. Reznor.

I think I told that story before. As for why I love him, well, I can't put my finger on it. His voice is very seductive to me, and I'm a sucker for musicians.

And that's it! Remember to send me an e-mail titled "INTERVIEW ME" if you'd like five questions of your own to answer!!!
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4.19.2007,4/19/2007 12:03:00 PM
Worst-Case-Scenario for April 19
I had written out the next installment of the work drama last night, or part of it, but my Internet access was down all evening. Bummer!

DH and I have gotten addicted to the television show Cheaters as of late--it's so wrong. We have a Season Pass set up on our TiVo and watch it every night when we get home, along with Ninja Warrior (another show that is quite riveting!)

Until I have more time for a lengthier post, here is the latest page from my Worst Case Scenario calendar. Helpful information, you know, if you ever need to bust in on your cheating spouse or significant other:


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4.17.2007,4/17/2007 12:44:00 AM
Awake
[Streeeeeeeeeetch]

That rest was very well-deserved. I thank you, Internets, for being so patient with me. I know that my posting has been erratic these past few months, and I wanted to wait a couple of weeks before I came out and said why.

No, I'm not pregnant. That's a whole different story entirely.

But, remember a few months ago when I posted about the new job opportunity? And how excited I was? Getting to work from home, pay raise, yadda yadda yadda?

Yeah. I SO got screwed.

April 3 was my last day at that place. I waited until now to break my silence because I wanted to collect my last paycheck and be done with the whole sorry business.

Here's the story:
(Names have been changed)

January 2. Two days before my start date. I receive a call from my new place of employment.

Bdogg: Hello?

New Place of Employment: Hi, Bdogg, it's HR, how's it going?

Bdogg: I'm fine, thank you. How are you today?

NPOE: Oh we're great! So glad you're coming on board.

Bdogg: Thanks! I'm really looking forward to it, too!

NPOE: So, I have Chuck here in my office with me, and we wanted to talk to you about the new position you're taking.

Bdogg: Okaaay......

Chuck: Hi, Bdogg. First of all, we wanted to tell you that the company has been going through a bit of reorganizing the past few days, and I am going to be your new boss, not Martin who originally hired you. With that being said, we are unable to honor your original agreement. You will still be receiving the same pay, but no longer will you have the option of working from home.

Bdogg: ........

Bdogg: ........[seething inside my head].....Well, um. Thanks--I guess I will have to talk with my husband about this and see if this is something I still would like to pursue.

NPOE: Okay, Bdogg. Please call us if you have any questions.

Bdogg: Okay, thanks.

A bit of reorganizing, huh? All of this took place in the space of about two days. And they called me TWO DAYS BEFORE I WAS TO BEGIN WORKING THERE. To tell me that probably the main reason I took this job in the first place was now being taken away from me.

What could I do? DH came home that evening and we discussed it, but my only option was to go ahead and start on my designated day, since I'd already quit my other job, we were about to buy our first house, and we needed to have two paychecks coming in. Confident all this would work out for the best, I decided to go into this with an open mind and see what happened.

January 4. My first day at the NPOE. I come in, fill out all of my paperwork, blah blah blah, and was sitting in the HR office, asking my questions and all that jazz, when I mention to the HR person--and I made no secret of this when I was in negotiations for this position--that DH and I have been trying to have a baby and if this happens, what policies were there to allow me to take maternity leave, etc. You know, is short-term disability insurance available, FMLA, all that stuff.

Essentially, I was told by the HR department, and I'm paraphrasing a long-ass conversation here full of, "I knew a woman who had a baby on Friday and was back at work the following Monday," and similar BS, that when I got pregnant and had the baby, they as a company could "legally separate" from me until I decided to come back to work, at which my value to the company would be re-evaluated. Which boils down to, in a nutshell, that if I got pregnant I would probably be fired.

Yeah. Heart-warming stuff, huh?

Later that day, I was talking to Brent, the guy who told me about this job and he said that I was smack dab in the middle of a power struggle between Martin and Chuck. Originally, I was going to be in Martin's department, and reporting to him. Then, two days before I was to start my new position, all Account Reps were moved under Chuck's supervision, who did not believe in telecommuting. A tug of war ensued, the CEO was called in, and Chuck won that battle, after which he immediately called me to say he was rescinding the signed agreement that I had with Martin.

My head was completely spinning by this time. All I could think about was, "What the hell have I gotten myself into?" I got home that evening, crawled into DH's arms, and promptly burst into tears.

After that, I went to Monster and began searching for a new job.

And, oh, boy, my friends....this story just keeps getting better. But you're going to have to wait until tomorrow, because I'm tired and would like to go to bed.

Good night, and damn, it feels good to be back!!
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4.02.2007,4/02/2007 08:16:00 AM
Resting
So, I know that you guys haven't seen me much lately. I assure you all is well, no major issues or problems in my life. I just haven't had much to say.

Whether it's a small bout of the blues rearing its ugly head or what, I don't know, but I don't want to turn this into a "I'm so depressed, let me blather on about my problems" space. Actually, I do know what some of the problem is, I just can't talk about it yet. And no, it's not about DH--we're about to celebrate our 3rd anniversary and can't be happier.

Please bear with me and don't run off yet. I will be back in a few weeks--I just need a break. I'm going to Florida for my brother's wedding this weekend. Let's hope that the sunshine and time spent with the family will recharge my batteries somewhat.

: )
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