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"Realizations"

Countdown:
15 days til the State Fair starts;
17 days til Gwen Stefani in concert;
21 days til Gavin DeGraw in concert;
29 days til San Diego trip;
33 days til Suns season starts;
36 days til my birthday;
37 days til Rob Thomas in concert.

Song of the Day: Who's Lovin' You by The Jackson 5

I have just walked away from half of my cd collection laid out on my bed. I was trying to alphabetize it but got bored half way through J. Plus, I was talking to Tracey on Yahoo and me and B2 wanted my left over Chipotle. I did get all of L done so Yay!

For some reason, my M.I.A. friends have been calling me. Of course I don't mind because I love them all but it's just funny because it happens quite a bit. And they just all happen to mention my birthday. But again. Don't mind. It's nice to be reminded that I am loved and thought about. All of them, of course, had to tell me about the new loves in their life and how happy they are. Which I am glad for because I do have the most wonderful group of friends who deserve it. But at the same time I wonder why I don't have that. And of course, it's when that happens that they ask about me and what's up with me. What do I say? I work too much? I shop too much? I like guys who already HAVE girlfriends? I worry more about other people and my pets than I do about myself? I just wonder sometimes.

Anyways. So the Phoenix Suns sent me a pretty little flier today letting me know about the season packages available. This was spiffy. It was personalized and on glossy laminate stockpaper and just really pretty. Bitchy was impressed. I was too but then said they sent this cause they know my where to get my cheese from if I call. Anyways. After I pay for B2's surgery and my plane ticket to see Fab, I think I might get the weekend teer. Now if I can only convence Bitchy and Wimpy to get a seat too. But if not, fuck it. I'll go by myself. Won't be the first time, won't be the last.

Earlier, the Hellspot had an employee meeting. It was suppose to be about the new attendance policy but it was basically a "We-Love-Our-Employees-Please-Don't-Quit-Right-Before-The-Holidays" session. These are really pointless because nothing really comes from them. I get more work to do and more shit to worry about. But I did realize something today. Apparently, at the other meetings they were talking about me and another employee and how we won't take promotions. (They were also talking about a big wig from one of our accounts calling in and absolutely loving me because I was so helpful but that's another story.) Anyways, they were mentioning that and talking about the job we do and how much we do and before I could even think about it I said, "Well, it's cause I like the job I do." And it's true. I do. I like the helping my coworkers and the patients and offices we answer for and doing a kick ass job. I am damn good at what I do and I like knowing that. What I don't like is my place of employement and being understaff and working a million times harder because of stuff I can't do anything about and getting nothing done in turn making more work for everyone else. I also hate cranky ass doctors and stupid hospital staffs and the even dumber patients. I also hate fucking sellout admin members but whatever. I wouldn't have anything to bitch about then. HAHAHA!

OK going to scoot the cd's to the side and go to bed. Oh anyone wanting to go to a midnight showing of Serenity call me!


	September 29, 2005 at 3:05 a.m. "Realizations" Countdown: 15 days til the State Fair starts; 17 days til Gwen Stefani in concert; 21 days til Gavin DeGraw in concert; 29 days til San Diego trip; 33 days til Suns season starts; 36 days til my birthday; 37 days til Rob Thomas in concert. Song of the Day: Who's Lovin' You by The Jackson 5 I have just walked away from half of my cd collection laid out on my bed. I was trying to alphabetize it but got bored half way through J. Plus, I was talking to Tracey on Yahoo and me and B2 wanted my left over Chipotle. I did get all of L done so Yay! For some reason, my M.I.A. friends have been calling me. Of course I don't mind because I love them all but it's just funny because it happens quite a bit. And they just all happen to mention my birthday. But again. Don't mind. It's nice to be reminded that I am loved and thought about. All of them, of course, had to tell me about the new loves in their life and how happy they are. Which I am glad for because I do have the most wonderful group of friends who deserve it. But at the same time I wonder why I don't have that. And of course, it's when that happens that they ask about me and what's up with me. What do I say? I work too much? I shop too much? I like guys who already HAVE girlfriends? I worry more about other people and my pets than I do about myself? I just wonder sometimes. Anyways. So the Phoenix Suns sent me a pretty little flier today letting me know about the season packages available. This was spiffy. It was personalized and on glossy laminate stockpaper and just really pretty. Bitchy was impressed. I was too but then said they sent this cause they know my where to get my cheese from if I call. Anyways. After I pay for B2's surgery and my plane ticket to see Fab, I think I might get the weekend teer. Now if I can only convence Bitchy and Wimpy to get a seat too. But if not, fuck it. I'll go by myself. Won't be the first time, won't be the last. Earlier, the Hellspot had an employee meeting. It was suppose to be about the new attendance policy but it was basically a "We-Love-Our-Employees-Please-Don't-Quit-Right-Before-The-Holidays" session. These are really pointless because nothing really comes from them. I get more work to do and more shit to worry about. But I did realize something today. Apparently, at the other meetings they were talking about me and another employee and how we won't take promotions. (They were also talking about a big wig from one of our accounts calling in and absolutely loving me because I was so helpful but that's another story.) Anyways, they were mentioning that and talking about the job we do and how much we do and before I could even think about it I said, "Well, it's cause I like the job I do." And it's true. I do. I like the helping my coworkers and the patients and offices we answer for and doing a kick ass job. I am damn good at what I do and I like knowing that. What I don't like is my place of employement and being understaff and working a million times harder because of stuff I can't do anything about and getting nothing done in turn making more work for everyone else. I also hate cranky ass doctors and stupid hospital staffs and the even dumber patients. I also hate fucking sellout admin members but whatever. I wouldn't have anything to bitch about then. HAHAHA! OK going to scoot the cd's to the side and go to bed. Oh anyone wanting to go to a midnight showing of Serenity call me!