Interesting little tidbit about my former employer. Actually it's a bit more than a tidbit. It's a whole freaking Yahoo Club about it. There's some inside information there from an internal employee. I was informed of this through a friend of mine who still works there and received her notice along with the 3,000 other employees on September 17. Known as the "catastrophe."
says MarissaD at 9/30/2002 04:54:00 PM
We three kings of orient are,
Trying to smoke a rubber cigar.
It was loaded and exploded..
BOOM!
We two kings of orient are,
Trying to smoke a rubber cigar.
It was loaded and exploded..
BOOM!
I the king of orient am,
Trying to eat a big rubber ham.
It was loaded and exploded..
BOOM!
... ...
I don't know. I'm a little bored I guess.
says MarissaD at 9/30/2002 02:09:00 PM
Online training class including conference call = free nap
No matter what happens, it looks like I'm working.
says MarissaD at 9/30/2002 10:34:00 AM
September 27, 2002
Ganked from MeFi ... These illusions are outstanding.
says MarissaD at 9/27/2002 05:00:00 PM
Listen up girls, it's time to bust out your check cards and treat yourself to some new makeup! Perhaps you're interested in a new shade of lipstick? How about some new eye shadow? Guys, are you perhaps interested in some lovely skin products? Of course you are and you can get all of that from Laurie! Look around at all of the great Mary Kay products and buy something from my good friend Laurie! If you have any questions, feel free to give her a call or email me if you aren't comfortable with that. She'll be happy to help you out, so go! GO!
says MarissaD at 9/27/2002 02:53:00 PM
Okay. I guess you don't have to eat a bag of hell. :) I would probably like your site too, but you know, I don't speak Icelandic. (I think that's what we figured it out to be.) Thanks for the link. Let me know when you blog in english and I'll be happy to read it. hehe
says MarissaD at 9/27/2002 10:58:00 AM
September 26, 2002
I imagine myself using this with Tay a lot, if we both had it. Betcha.
says MarissaD at 9/26/2002 01:50:00 PM
Remember the kid in elementary school that smelled bad? The kid that had the 'I haven't bathed in three years' smell? I thought I had left that injustice to the olfactories when I moved in to adulthood, but today, it haunted me again. If by haunted you think gag inducing nausea, you would be correct. I didn't know it was possible for a grown ass woman to reek with such an offensive oder. Well, I knew it was possible, but I didn't think I would encounter it at work. At a large, reputable corporation. It just doesn't fit. How did that happen? From what I understand, it is a constant reek. Not just a bad day. That is unacceptable.
says MarissaD at 9/26/2002 11:27:00 AM
September 25, 2002
Okay how cool is it that when I need an oil change, I call the oil change people and they come to my work to change it during the day? Yeah. That rocks! I think next month I'll throw away everything in my car and have them detail it. I need to do that so bad.
HI I'M GOING TO VEGAS NEXT WEEKEND!!! Wooohooo!
says MarissaD at 9/25/2002 02:24:00 PM
September 24, 2002
Glad I could help Randy. :) Believe me. I know what you're going through.
says MarissaD at 9/24/2002 10:10:00 PM
Hey mister! I don't know what you said about me, but if it's bad, you can eat a bag of hell! >:( If it's good, thanks! :)
says MarissaD at 9/24/2002 10:42:00 AM
Did you all know that there are famous people who blog? Yep. There are. Remember Melissa from Real World New Orleans? The cute, hilarious chick that did the booty dance and painted the chicken and flower paintings? She blogs. I had forgotten about her site, as I do so many blogs over time. Then I remembered it today and have been reading for the last 30 minutes.
My boss is out sick again. Two days in a row. Sigh.
says MarissaD at 9/24/2002 10:02:00 AM
September 23, 2002
No, I didn't find that from a greeting card. I wrote it just for my pops. So nyah.
says MarissaD at 9/23/2002 04:08:00 PM
There is an amazing human being that lives on this earth. He knows what it means to love unconditionally. He knows how to roll with the punches of life and continues to amaze me with his understanding heart. He is kind and gentle. He is hilarious and athletic. He is the best husband I've ever seen, the best father anyone could ask for and the best role model a boy could ever look up to. My dad does not get enough acknowlegement for being such a great person. He has a perfect work ethic, he is honest and he is loved by all who surround him. He has no enemy because he hates no man. He is strong and knows the rules of life. Dad, on your birthday, I hope you know how much you mean, not only to our family, but mostly to me. Thanks for laughing with me, thanks for loving me, thanks for not giving up on me. I hope you have a wonderful birthday, old man.
says MarissaD at 9/23/2002 09:26:00 AM
September 22, 2002
I wish I had a digital camera today. My parents and I were driving around the country where they are going to live when they retire and we saw a horse taking a piss right next to a For Sale sign. It's not as funny describing it as it was seeing it, which is why I wish I had had a camera. Oh well.
Also, I went to the Dr. on Friday. Things are definitely looking up.
says MarissaD at 9/22/2002 05:28:00 PM
September 19, 2002
I might delete this later because it's 99.9% for me and .1% for me to share with others. My boss brought an O magazine to work today, two actually. I've read them both almost cover to cover. I really, really like the articles. One of them was written by a woman who is soon to be married. She met up with four of her exes and explained how each of them taught her something new about herself and helped make her who she is. Here is an excerpt that made me smile and filled me with warmth, knowing that someone else has been there:
"I'd filed this relationship under "learning experience" because it taught me how deeply I was capable of feeling, whether or not my love was reciprocated. ... My judgement may have suffered when I was 23, but it seems my heart knew what it was doing."
She felt the same as I do and she was even the same age as I was.
Last night and today, my mom has saved me, in a figurative sense. Sometimes when I'm as low as I can possibly be, her random phone calls don't seem so random, as much as God sent.
Correction, Mykie reads my page everyday. My mistake.
Speaking of the little vandal, we're going to see All American Rejects here in a few hours. I'm excited. I like them. It should be a nice time. Then I'll come home and be bored and try to go to sleep early, but not actually go to sleep until 2. Like I have done for the last week. I hate falling asleep. Misti must've passed her curse on to me. Send me some of those waterfall tapes, k? Thanks.
says MarissaD at 9/17/2002 06:09:00 PM
I used to read an amazing journal by a lady named Saundra. It was called Headspace and I used to have it linked. Older versions. Her website was www.anywherebeyond.com, but that isn't hers anymore. If it is, she has had a lobotomy. I wonder where she is. Kinda makin me sad.
says MarissaD at 9/17/2002 10:54:00 AM
Big luncheon today with a Vendor. That's always nice. I need some free food.
I don't mean to freak people out with my posts, but apparently I have. Try to remember that for me, thoughts stay in my head until I write them. Either in a journal or here or in my other secret places where my thoughts go. To get them out of my head, I have to document them. It's like I'm afraid I'll forget how I felt while I was thinking about this or that.
On the one hand, I don't like posting things like that because it makes people worry. On the other hand, I have to post things like that so that when people see me in the big real world, they will know that I'm moody not because of them, but because of emotions. It's a delicate balance that I have to maintain. Everyone that I hang out with in real life, except maybe Mykie, reads this page daily, usually more than once according to my stats. I don't want to paint a perfectly humorous picture of myself on this site, when that's not me. I don't know what I'm trying to say here, other than don't worry. I'm human, therefore I will go through depressive states. I'll write about them. I'll move on.
Okay, sorry to bore you. This was mostly for my family. I just don't want you guys to freak out and start treating me like glass again.
says MarissaD at 9/17/2002 10:33:00 AM
September 16, 2002
So I went by the grocery store on my way home tonight and being me, I decided to carry up everything I bought in one trip. As well as my purse and my makeup bag. It was tricky. I missed the first step on the second level and fell straight down on my face. Lucky me I bought toilet paper and powdered donuts. They saved me from a massive facial scar. It was funny. Then I had to use my teeth to get the bag in the right place so I could grip it again. I felt like Rosarita, the maid, in Goonies when she was trying to cross the street and then again when she was carrying the groceries in. I'm sure someone in the complex saw me, as it's ungodly for something like that to happen with no witnesses. Piss off. At least I have powdered donuts now.
says MarissaD at 9/16/2002 06:46:00 PM
Potty nap. 20 minutes. Woot!
says MarissaD at 9/16/2002 03:24:00 PM
I've had a rather odd and emotional couple of weeks. Thoughts and memories plaguing me, like the fists of the past squeezing my heart so that it could barely move, and then suddenly..... release. All of a sudden I could breathe whole again. I let it go. Honestly, let it go. It was like I had a horrible binge before the final purge. I had to numb myself a few times because it was dark and painful. And now I've come out on the other side and there's light coming from somewhere. I don't care where. I'll find it. One last glance back at what could have been, what I could have done, how close I was, the loss and the pain. A smile to that and a laugh because I won.
Didn't I put a sign on my door that said not to leave any ads? Yeah. I sure did. And what did I get on my door yesterday? Yeah. An ad. So, guess what. From now one, every single ad I get, I'm going to write another message, another way of saying the same thing, another "LEAVE ME ALONE" and I'm going to tape it on my door. I can actually see it becoming rather humorous, but I still want it to stop. I'm either going to do that or I'm going to print out a picture of myself making my monkey face and make 500 copies of the ad, with the picture on it (so they can't use it) and I'm going to roll them all up, or staple rubberbands to them, or put tape on all of them and I'm going to put them on the front door of whichever business the ad belongs to. (Note: This also applies to menus, coupons and late rent notices. Okay maybe not late rent notices.)
says MarissaD at 9/13/2002 08:51:00 AM
September 12, 2002
I just setup a new hotmail account. Junk is overwhelming in the old one. If you send email to my hotmail account, please change the address to PixieTinkerDee@hotmail.com. Thanks!
says MarissaD at 9/12/2002 10:47:00 AM
September 11, 2002
If you're reading this right now, or at all during the evening of 9/11, an online shoutcast network that I work for is doing a special presentation. Please tune in if you're interested. TsN Central - Click on Server 1.
says MarissaD at 9/11/2002 06:52:00 PM
Well poop. I seriously should have figured this out. My site wouldn't publish for the simple fact that I had the IP address as the FTP address instead of the name. My mistake. That was dumb. So, yeah. Now I'm back. And today is 9/11. Seems sort of weird.
says MarissaD at 9/11/2002 11:18:00 AM
September 09, 2002
Testing...
says MarissaD at 9/09/2002 10:39:00 PM
*hiccup* Pardon the site belch. Again. Hopefully that won't happen again. Ever. The company that was previously hosting my site was bought out by another company. Today was my day for the "Big Server Switch" which means I'm now officially hosted by a new company. Hopefully they'll do a much better job and it won't go down three times a week. It's four o'clock and I am ready to go home. Yessir. Sweet, sweet home in my sweet, sweet bed. *yawn* Oh what the hell. Now it won't publish because the server is telling blogger that there is no space left. Grrrrr!!!!!!!!
says MarissaD at 9/09/2002 04:22:00 PM
September 05, 2002
I really love Altoids Tangerine Sours, so I went to the Altoids Website and found that it sucks, sucks, sucks. It has no information about all of their products. Actually, it might, but I didn't spend more than 3 minutes browsing the site looking for a pic of the Altoids Tangerine Sours tin. So I had to do a search on google for one. Altoids needs someone to make a real website for them.
says MarissaD at 9/05/2002 01:25:00 PM
September 04, 2002
KELLY CLARKSON WON AMERICAN IDOL AND I'M CRYING LIKE A BABY!!! Woohooooo!!!!
says MarissaD at 9/04/2002 09:04:00 PM
For the past 6 months that I've lived here, I've gotten at least 5 or 6 menus, coupons and other random deliveries stuck to my door each week. Either with tape, rubberband or shoved into the crack of the door. Today, I retaliated:
says MarissaD at 9/04/2002 05:57:00 PM
Also, Lor has launched the September addition of All Things Girl. Check it out!
says MarissaD at 9/04/2002 01:16:00 AM
WHO IS GOING TO VEGAS? I AM GOING TO VEGAS!!! That's right darlin'. I'll be there with bells on for that there wedding! WOOHOO!!!
says MarissaD at 9/04/2002 01:08:00 AM
September 03, 2002
I feel like I'm sinking again...
I am the least stable person I know. I don't express that to the people around me, but I feel so transparent. It's like I have an imaginary world and in this world, nobody knows how shaky I am, but in reality, everyone can see me for what I really am. I don't think it has to do with self-esteem. I'm proud of my life right now and what I've accomplished. But I also feel like I've tricked so many people to get where I am. I haven't tried very hard, but people think I have. I haven't really sacrificed anything because normally if you sacrifice something, you miss it. I don't miss anything. I don't long for anything. Well, I do. I long to be 45. Married. Kids. Steady job. Happy. Growing old. I don't want to be 25. Single. Living alone. Struggling to pay my bills. Pseudo manic depressive. I know everyone gets in these moods, but seriously, what is the point of working? What is the point of having a good work ethic, slaving away just so you can give everything you make to other people just so you can have somewhere to sleep and play games when you're finished working? What is the damn point?! Here, I'll work at this shit job making not as much money as I should be making and then when I get my check at the end of the week, I'll take out my $30 that I get to keep and then I'll give the rest to WHOEVER THE HELL I OWE. THIRTY F*&(%NG DOLLARS. THAT'S WHAT I GET. F*&%.
I freakin hate hormones. I totally know they are the reason that I'm feeling so shitty and emotional. I KNOW that's why it's happening, but the emotions are going to happen whether I know where they came from or not. What the hell ever, man. I hate corporate offices.
says MarissaD at 9/03/2002 10:26:00 AM
I don't understand why she does it, but Judy, the cat, loves to meow and sniff around my head in the morning before I'm actually awake. This morning I was not at all in the mood, so I took my long pillow and poked her off the bed like a pool stick pokes a pool ball. *dooonk!!* Right off the end of the bed. Then she perched halfway on the bed and just stared at me. As if to say, "I can not believe you!" It made me laugh enough to get up. Funnay.
says MarissaD at 9/03/2002 07:37:00 AM
September 02, 2002
You know what drives me crazy? Hearing people bitch about things that are becoming popular that weren't popular before. Because those people liked those things before they were popular and now it's some huge travesty that the rest of the population also likes what that person liked before. WHO FREAKING CARES IF THE POPULAR KIDS ARE WEARING YOUR CLOTHES NOW?!?! HUH?!? Is the world going to explode?! All because you are so insecure with yourself that you MUST MUST MUST be original and unlike anyone else. God forbid you wear the same pair of pants as that frat guy or listen to the same artist as that cheerleader. It's so absurd. They are just clothes! It is just music! And no matter who wears them or who listens to it, they are still the same clothes and it is still the same music. Stop whining about everything already. DAMNIT DAMN DAMNIT
says MarissaD at 9/02/2002 02:35:00 AM
As of tomorrow or maybe Tuesday, I'm going to start saving up for a digital camera. I've been griping about not having one for so long. I've got the one I want picked out. Now I just need to start keeping some money to the side for it. It will be mine. Oh yes.
