Archive for February, 2001

What a bad day.
It’s one of those days where you just want to run home and sleep and hide from everyone
I really don’t know what’s the matter with me. No matter what I do, I can’t ever seem to prove myself to my boss. He told my supervisor that I had “great potential, but waste it.” What the hell is that supposed to mean? And then I screwed up the weekly report and had to be pulled aside and talked to like a 6 year old who scribbled on the wall in the hallway. I didn’t know what to say and god help me, I’m almost started crying. That would have been it right there. I think I would have lost any credibility and they would have let me wander around the office like a few of the other halfwits they have employed there. I felt like an idiot. I knew I didn’t do it right…but I only think of this at eight o’clock on a Saturday night. So I just stood there and said things like “I know, Bob”, “I’m sorry, Bob” and “I’ll do it next time, I swear, Bob.” like a friggin moron who was upset at her own ignorance. I was just pissed I had friggin’ messed up. And now I have to go in extra early again tomorrow because I walked on eggshells all today and didn’t run my report until eight so I didn’t finish all my work. Wonderful.
And there isn’t a damn ciggeratte in the whole house. I knew I should have stopped. When’s Neil coming home?!
Is it Friday yet?

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So, Nick, you owe me a pizza. He never showed.
I should probably get over my fear and call the guy, but I’m too scared. It’s cute. It’s part of my charm, so there.
Another exciting Sunday. Got over my hangover. That’s what you get for drinking for two nights straight. Annie (my sister) and Phil (her boyfriend) came over. My parents went to Florida and today we had a classic New England spring day…it sleeted all day and ends up being about 40 degrees. Yay! 40 degrees! Break out the swimsuit.
Our apartment doesn’t look cracked out anymore. It took three hours of cleaning before I could scrape up all the crap we’ve had laying around.
Penny ate 12 oz. of white chocolate yesterday night. I thought I was going to have to call Emergancy Vets but she just ended up booting all over my bed. Alls well that ends well.
Neil’s watching Hackers…I haven’t watched that movie in ages. I’ve got Paul Oakenfold on the computer.
A perfect night.
Well…almost.
Nick, you owe me a pizza.

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Did I mention I saw Barenaked Ladies on Friday?

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Eight thirty on a Sunday night.
I haven’t posted in ages. I thought I’d change things around a little by changing the colors and writing for once. haha
Anyway, not much has been blog-worthy these days, even though I write in journal every night about little teeny nothings that I do all day. I’ve decided I work way to much, so now I’m only going to go in when my shift starts, not three hours early just to get a jump on the day.
Life isn’t bad these days, besides the frigid New England winter that doesn’t show any signs of stopping. I’m ready to quit my job and move to California and just be warm for once. I just keep repeating “It’s almost March” to myself all the time…
Today wasn’t a terrible day at all. We woke up unusually early, thanks to Nick who called at 11:30am. I made bacon and pancakes, smoking up the kitchen and making the whole house smell like cooked pig. Ugh. I’m going vegetarian for the next week or two. I’ve been way to meat dependant these last couple of days. Yuck, yuck, yuck. Nick came over and we headed up to my parents so I could pay my parents some money I owe, then we headed over to Bratt., in a roundabout way. I took him out on the backroads to Northfield and pointed out houses I liked. He likes to hear stories of my hometown, which has so many little quirks and oddities. Kind of like Brattelboro.
I just want to clear something up here. I love Brattelboro. I really do. I love how unique it is; I love the little shops and the eccentries of it’s people. *However* everything closes at five on Sunday. So of course we got there at five thirty, ended up walking up one side of Main Street and down the other, got back in my car and ate Chinese at Panda North. Yum, yum. Now we’ve got Ray of Light in the cd player, kind of chilling out and doing our own thing. He’s going through Neil’s ex-roommates pleathora of magazines that she left behind. There must be at least a hundred magazines in that drawer. It’s neat…but they take up a lot of space and Neil and I don’t know quite what to do with them. We don’t want them, but we don’t want to throw all that paper away either.
I’ve decided I want to make three big purchases this year, three things that I really need: a new car in the fall, a camera and a new bed. I’m tired of my old twin that I’ve been sleeping in since I was twelve.

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