Saturday, September 14, 2002
Have you been dying to get on the Notify List but couldn’t because I’m an html tard and kept somehow breaking that little handy window down on the bottom of the page? No. Don’t go looking for the little window. It’s gone. I’ve banished it. But if the answer to that question is “Why yes, […]
Friday, September 13, 2002
Yay! Esteban is home! Poor boy, though. I’m completely fried from my new job. I made him go out and get me some peanut butter Twix ice cream last night because I was uber stressed. I’ve made claims to my team members about jumping in with both feet, but apparently the thing I’m jumping into […]
Thursday, September 12, 2002
I think it’s time to set the record straight on a few things. Some of you have asked a few questions about me and I thought I’d clear it all up right now. Why do you write an online diary? Why do you read an online diary? I dunno. I started it to get back […]
Wednesday, September 11, 2002
I should be moving the items from my desk to my new desk right now. I should. But I’m not. No. Instead, I’m sitting here nursing a wounded palate, still trembling from some rogue Arby’s Chicken Tenders and writing an entry. For you. Just for you. Because I like you best of all, especially the […]
Tuesday, September 10, 2002
Gosh, when I take a hiatus, even a brief one, things pile up and I forget to tell you everything I wanted to tell you. Where to begin… Esteban is on a business trip this week. I miss him already. He’s in Atlanta and I couldn’t rightfully demand to go along because it’s during the […]
Saturday, September 7, 2002
I was planning my business trip with my boss the other day. We were plotting the best schedule for my absence from the office. ‘Well, I want you to attend the training on Tuesday, Sept 10,’ he said, poised over my Franklin planner, looking at the calendar as I scribbled in the appointments. ‘So you […]
Friday, September 6, 2002
Ok. I’ve got a headache. I’m writing with a damn headache because I’m pissed off. For those of you who are still confused about UncleBob’s declaration, let me clarify. I did not write the entry. Still confused? Let’s try this again. I DID NOT WRITE THE ENTRY. That having been said, I found nothing offensive […]
Thursday, September 5, 2002
So today. I took a later lunch than normal for the worst reason possible. I’m ashamed to even admit this. You see, this morning, when I pulled in at quarter to eight, I achieved my morning goal. I got rock star parking. There is an infinitesimally small number of parking spots RIGHT BY THE DOOR […]
Wednesday, September 4, 2002
I’m wearing socks. Yes, I know that I made an elaborate claim that I would not wear socks until the snow was flying but I’ve given in to the nesting instinct to wear solid shoes. My outfit today is all dark colors (black trousers, black hoody vest, taupe y-neck 3/4 sleeve tee) and needed dark […]
Sunday, September 1, 2002
So my weekend. Hmmm. Where to start. I had Friday off but basically tanked the entire day by sleeping too late and then apparently I had some kind of cocaine binge or something because I don’t remember even a snit of the day after I woke up. I remember waking up. I sent email. And […]
