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Yellow Wallpaper

Houston, we have walls.

More accurately, my office has walls. It looks so solid in there without that cheapass seventies blonde paneling. For those of you who are involved in home repair and are considering paneling, just put down the staple gun and no one will get hurt.

I am very very excited about my walls. Have I mentioned the ceiling? Yup. It’s a ceiling! Without stains, without scary possibly asbestos Truman-era yellow tiles! A ceiling!

I love all of the progress that is being made on the house. In fact, on Monday when I come home and there is a new kitchen floor (barring all major catastrophes), I may just christen it by peeing my pants in joy. Ah, closure. It’s just grand.

With my dining room all sparkly clean, I’m feeling a bit like a cleaning nazi. I want to tackle the storage room next, but not before I finish despidering the basement. Nothing like a little timely spring cleaning.

Like any proud mother, I will be posting pictures of my walls tonight. Watch this space!

With breathless anticipation, no doubt.

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Taken

Someone stole our hard won Kerry/Edwards sign.

I am ticked. I noticed it as soon as I got home. They left our Feingold sign alone. Apparently, they’ve already given up on Russ.

I complained to Mary Kaye, who used to work on a congressman’s campaign and she said that she was not surprised and it was probably a Bush/Cheney campaign worker because sign stealing is a big deal on political campaigns. Esteban called the Kerry/Edwards office and they said that, on average, they are getting forty calls per night reporting stolen signs.

It’s not about the issues. It’s not about who wins the debates. It’s about the campaign, people. This is war. People are playing dirty politics. They are shredding voter registrations if they don’t agree with their affiliations. They are miscounting votes. They are defiling the democratic process. The founding fathers must be doing triple gainers in their graves. I am, quite frankly, disgusted. I would be disgusted if it were happening to Republicans too. I don’t care whom you’re voting for in two weeks, you should be disgusted too.

I’m trying to take this as a good sign. They must be scared. They must be so worried about the campaign that they are taking desperate measures. Anyway, it’s not like anyone ever decided to vote for someone based upon seeing a yard sign. Although I do like the juxtaposition between our Chryslers, the pick up truck, and the Democrat politics.

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Speaking of being jerked around by the system, interesting bit of information learned this week about last year’s graduate applications and, more importantly, Dr. Frank Asshole’s comments.

I checked with the English department admin about carrying over my letters of recommendation from last year on this year’s application. He replied that they did not have any letters for me on file.

Correction: never received any.

So’ my confusion to why I was not accepted is starting to clear.

Well, that’s interesting. The thing with my application last year was that I was told that my letters from the previous year’s application (gah, this timeline is making me depressed) would be carried over, therefore I already supposedly had three letters. My writing workshop professor from last year’s class sent another one at the end of the year. Supposedly. His letter was received by other programs, so I know that he did actually write a letter, but don’t know why the UW never received it. And I don’t know where the other three letters went.

Unbelievable. I was hyperventilating when I found out originally, but then I realized that it’s all moot now and the only thing I can do is rerequest these letters from my former professors. Which I hate doing, because I feel like such a schmuck. Hi, can you tell these people that I rock? Thanks.

Gah. I swear, it’s like a raven is eating out my liver or something. What do I have to do, people? What do I have to do?

I mean, besides submit a complete application?


You know how to make your life at work just a little bit more bearable? Learn and use the name of the person who works in the mailroom. I swear, Rita is the most influential person in our office. And she does a favor for me at least once a month. This time, I stopped by the mailroom to see if they had any bubble wrap and she couldn’t find any, but thirty minutes later, she appeared at my desk with the perfect sized sheet. Love her!

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This was written by WendyBix. Posted on Friday, October 15, 2004, at 8:42 am. Filed under Diaryland. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.