Mandolin, Mandolin.

Hi.
Today I got a mandolin. So I can slice vegetables. I'M SO EXCITED! I just made nuoc cham and I think I got it right. I sat and squeezed limes until my face turned blue with the lemon reamer, and then had lemonjello remove this stubborn jade bracelet from my arm, using Pam cooking spray. It worked. My arm is free again!

Then I just made Korean potato salad. They usually serve it as an appetizer, and it has ham, fuji apples, onions, potato, and carrots in it with a special mayonnaise-based sauce. Of course I don't know how to use portion control, so I made it with two of the biggest potatoes I could find, and it ended up being so much salad that I had to put it into three different containers into the fridge. A little later, I'll be making the vermacelli noodles for dinner.

We went to the Farmer's Market today, as usual. That place is SO much fun, and even more fun because it's right near our apartment. We went to look at cats at the pet store, then to Trader Joe's, then to get my eyebrows threaded because the lady who normally does them has been missing in action for a month. I went to this Indian boutique to get them done. It was a trip! The place was set up like a store, and right in the middle, there are several hair cutting stations set up. Very bizarre. But you have to appreciate that Asians will do anything and everything to make a buck. Anyway. The lady who did my eyebrows was probably the most unfriendly person in the entire universe. I guess when you're charging $7 for a threading, you can be as nasty as you want. In any case, she was done in about a minute and my eyebrows are really thin, but they're cleaned up. I had been walking around looking like Frida Kahlo for about a month now.




So that was that. Now it's almost 4 p.m. and I have a ton of laundry and cleaning to do. Next week, work is going to be hell. I can feel it. I have an important meeting with the prez tomorrow afternoon, so I really need to get prepared. I was supposed to take some more work home with me this weekend, but I didn't have a chance to do it.

My arm feels so free now that the jade is gone. Now, according to Chinese legend, I'll have bad luck for years to come. Bring it on. It can't get any worse.

I love the gays. And Vietnamese Noodles.

Guess what I ate today? And what I'm going to make tomorrow for dinner? Vegetarian Vietnamese vermicelli noodles! I had to have them after I saw you having them, so I got online and got the recipe for nuoc cham (the sauce that goes with all things Vietnamese) and also for the noodle dish. Easy breezy. I love Asian markets because we went to one today, and they are SO much cheaper than your average American grocery store. I think I may have to go on a strict Vietnamese diet. I look at what is offered as their daily diet, and realize that it consists primarily of fresh herbs, rice noodles, and nuoc cham!! Sold.

When I perfect it, I'm going to make it for you. Then you can pay me $6 when I make it for you. I make for you.

So we went to the Asian grocery that a Chinese bakery in it, so we invested $.99 in some hot dogs rolled up in Chinese buns. I know it sounds gross, but it's the best thing that Chinese bakeries make, aside from their fruit cakes. The bread is different in Chinese bakeries. They're sweet. And oh-so yummy.

I totally think you're lactose intolerant rather than celiac. Seriously. The pizza has a ton of cheese, and that'll fuck someone up in a minute, especially if you don't eat dairy often. I hate dairy. Except for Ben and Jerry's Creme Brulee ice cream. OMG. So good.

But I do feel bad for you that you feel sick. I hope it passes today. It's especially pretty outside.

So yes. I love the gays. Especially the ones you hate. The thing is, I think straight women find the queeny ones really entertaining. There are some uppity homosexuals who work with me. The ones I like are the gays in the Merchandising department. The ones who are higher ups are kind of stand-offish. Speaking of gays, I think you need to submit me to Tim Gunn's Guide to Style. Can you do that for me? My ass needs a new wardrobe, and the fatter I get, the tighter these tank tops look against my stomach. Consider it.

I'm about ready to take a nap now. It's about that time. And of course, one hour into my long ass nap, you'll call me and wake me up and apologize for calling and waking me during one of my many naps on a lazy Saturday afternoon. OOOH! You have friends visiting this weekend. Hope you guys are having the pretty weather that's happening on my side of the ocean.

Maybe I lied.

I had gluten-y cookies yesterday and felt no pain, so I decided to push the limit and have a few pieces of pizza for dinner. Bad idea. I was seriously curled up in pain all night and had to spend half the night in the bathroom. Too much information? It sucked. And my stomach is still sort of killing me.

I forgot to comment on your tyrade against working with a bunch of beavers. Imagine that, multiplied, and you have my office. We are a bunch of fags, so there is all sorts of whispering, mocking behind backs, and shady dealings, just like you have with the ladies. But add to that an inordinant amount of burping, walking around the office with one's hand down one's pants (and I'm talking about the bosses, not the models), and bathrooms where people don't seem to understand how the roll of toilet paper makes it onto the little roller mounted on the wall. It is gross. And I remember every time you mention one of the queens you work with, you mention that he's usually femme. I think that's a natural thing that occurs. When I'm at my part-time gig, I work with one guy and a lot of women. I turn into a sassy, flaming mess. There's something internal that takes over where I feel like I have to act like a big fucking girl to make everyone feel safe or something. I don't get it. I mean, you've been to my porn office. We're a bunch of homos, but we're not exactly a femme-y bunch. But put one of us around a bunch of women and something flips. It's very strange. You women hold some sort of power over men, even the gay ones.

I know you love the gays, but have you ever met one you really didn't like? Every time I meet a gay dude who acts like a complete asshole, he has girls SWARMING around him. They eat it up. What is that about?

Does this happen at your office?

God, sorry I suck. You've posted three times in a row and I haven't even had a minute to read them until now. We have been so crazy busy the past couple days. I'm afraid it's going to be like this for another week and a half. I am so excited to go to bed and it's 10 o'clock on a Friday night.

It has just been a steady stream of people at the office this week. Like, large groups of men from here and there just show up and a different boss grabs them and gives them a tour. Sometimes we lowly employees get introductions, but usually it's like a roll call as they fly by our desks. Today one small group actually stopped at each of our desks to shake hands and stuff, which is rare. Another group got the tour where they were just whisked through at high speed and all our names were just yelled out with an arm shot in our direction, but most of the names we were called were wrong. My name is not Chuck, Amy. It is Buck. And my last name does not have an S at the end. And my coworker's last name is not that of a superhero. Our company is not that big, we work with these people every day, you'd think they'd know who the hell we are at this point. It's been years.

And even though it's tough to do it, sometimes I forget where I work. I walked past my Big Boss's desk and saw some guy sitting across from it having a meeting. A minute later I walked by again and that same guy was standing without a shirt, showing the Big Boss his abs. A minute later, I turn toward the desk again and the guy is taking his pants off and standing there buck naked. And I was actually, like, shocked. Then I remembered that hi, I work in a porn studio and naked men walk by my desk pretty much every day, often stopping by my desk to ask me for favors. I've often wondered if they purposely do the favor-asking in the nude thinking it will somehow influence me to do whatever they want. I think they forget that I have to sit there all day retouching all their flaws and their bodies are nothing more to me than projects. And the few that actually do impress or intrigue me with their bodies usually have a face or personality that makes me want to run screaming in the other direction.

So I ate cookies. Gluten-y, delicious cookies. And I don't notice any issues. I'm so freaked out about what's going on with my body. My doctor, after three weeks, finally called me back to tell me that all of my stomach and intestinal tests came back negative for anything bad. So what the hell has been going on with my stomach these past two months or so? Has it all been stress? I ran into a friend of mine last night and we were discussing jobs and living in SF and I mentioned my desire to possibly move north as a means of escaping the industry in which I work. And he looked at me, flabbergasted, and said, "But you love your job!" I was like, "Um, I hate it." And he just shook his head and said, "No one stays at a job for as many years as you have and hates it." Is that true? Do I secretly love my job? Say it isn't so.

I think I've been at this job for so long out of fear. Fear of change. Fear of being judged in a different job for working in porn for more than a few months. Fear that a real schedule would kill my bohemian lifestyle fantasy. I've been stuck so long in this secondary roll that I think maybe I'm afraid to really put myself out there and prove that I'm more than what my job title says I am. Or maybe being stuck in this roll for so long has just made me feel like I am nothing more than what I already am. How depressing is that?

Ugly Betty in the House.

You know, I secretly love being a part of an industry full of bitchy women. I mean, I hate the politics of it, but I love observing. I'm totally fascinated with how women work together. On the surface, it looks totally kosher. We smile and we're kind to each other, help each other out occassionally... but there's always some hidden hatred for one another. It makes me laugh every single day. Let me tell you what happened earlier.

Our work areas are set up in such a way that each department owns their own little hub. You've seen it, so you can picture it. So when someone comes into our area, they can talk to all of us at once. Earlier today, someone came to our area to look for The Boss. Me and my other team member told her nicely that she had gone to a meeting, so she turned and left. My team member and I then turned around to each other and both started mouthing rude things about her when she walked away. Then we started to laugh really loud. I'm such a bitch. But seriously-- the person who came to us was the same person I told you about the other day over lunch (Remember?..."There's this woman I work with, and she's a bitch"?!) It was such typical cosmetic girl behavior that I felt ashamed about it afterward. But I realized that she wasn't like the Ugly Betty of the office. That's me. But she's like one of the snobby bitches on the show who doesn't know that everyone thinks she's a bitch. God, is she.

Anyway, I wish I could just stay out of it, but I swear that hatred and un-ladylike behavior permeates my office. I honestly believe that all cosmetics companies are like this. Put a bunch of women in one office, and you're screwed.

More Work Makes Amy a Dull Girl.

I am so slow. Painfully slow. And since I've been tasked to be the know-all on all of the training sheets for all of our new makeup launches, I spend hours cutting, pasting, and trying to re-write flowery hoo-ha so that we can train our sales folks better. You should see the page I just put together. Nobody would have guessed that I wrote it because it's so nauseatingly disgusting. I'll forward it to you. But it's top secret because it hasn't launched yet.

Speaking of nauseatingly disgusting, I made my own version of a Vietnamese sandwich last night to bring to lunch because I felt that I didn't want to spend $3.75 on buying one everyday at lunchtime. Bad mistake. It took about 20 minutes just to prepare the sandwich, and then when I ate it, it tasted nothing like the one that the authentic Vietnamese people made for me the other day. So I'm going to stop trying. Besides, making pickled carrots and trying to preserve cilantro for more than two days almost killed me. It's way too much work.

Something funny happened to me today. I had this meeting with one of the departments, where they asked me to write their training sheets as well. So I agree, because I really don't have the right not to accept this new responsibility, and I go upstairs to tell The Boss that I've just added this to my very full plate. She gets right on the phone and calls the manager of that department, telling her that I will not be doing any additional work, and that they need to come to her before giving me more work. Basically, she didn't want me to be anyone else's bitch. But I'm everyone's bitch. She just doesn't know it.

I hope your shoot is going well. I don't know when I'll be able to leave here, but I think I'll take off right at 5 and then see if I can come to see you and pass off the goods. My bag is so heavy. I hope to get this to you after work today. I'll catch the later train home.

Hello? Entertain me!

Sweet Nothings.

I hate the whispery nature of the cosmetics industry. All day long, I hear people whispering about each other, then smiling at each other as they walk by. It's so fake.

I am so mad. This morning, I was really craving yogurt and honey, like they have at the place just outside of my building, and I went there and they didn't have any today because they ran out of granola. I had to get a big ass thing of fruit instead, even though I wasn't in the mood for fruit at all.

I'm sorry you're in production all day today. Sorry for me, that is. That means I get no e-mails. But I sure did get an e-mail from amazon today, telling me that my order has finally shipped! Normally they send those messages and the package shows up on the same day. If that's the case, it would be perfect for us to meet up today so that we can swap, like fat friends should.

Today I'm really trying to concentrate and get a majority of my work done before the weekend. I was so tired last night after work that I just crashed at about 9.30 and didn't wake up until 5 a.m. I had this dream that Lemonjello came to me and told me that he really wanted me to buy Ugg boots and furry-lined jeans. He had taken pictures of these girls who were wearing jeans that had the traditional Ugg shearling all around the waist and on the bottom, and really wanted me to wear things like that. I got up and was angry this morning because I didn't want to wear Ugg boots.

Well my dear, I'm off to start with more training sheets. Isn't that a trip? They give that job to the least interested person in the company.

Out of Touch.

So today is going to suck because on top of all these deadlines I have, I'm going to have to be on set for most of the day as well. We are in full-on production mode, which is almost never fun. So I might not be as blog or email accessible as usual.

I still haven't heard if these people are going to change my Saturday shoot or not. It is ridiculous how many channels I have to go through in such a small company, yet no one will make a fucking decision. And if a decision is made, it's never stuck to. It's not like I'm asking for a miracle here. It's one fucking shoot that can be moved to Monday or Tuesday. What is the big deal?

Maybe I'm just in a bad mood because I wasted an hour of my life last night watching that ridiculous Bionic Woman premiere. Seriously, the writing on that show is atrocious. I thought I was watching the CW or something. Just because the star can jump really far and whatnot does not mean that the show will automatically be good. The lines were awful, and the acting wasn't good, and the lead....she just didn't do anything. I realize it was the first episode and they had to lay some groundwork and everything, but it was just so...corny. I'm all for suspension of disbelief (hello, I still think Buffy is the best show to ever be made), but that show was plain old dumb.

Um, I have to get back to retouching these ugly porn bitches. I am so behind it hurts. I'll see you later for the Sensible Foods hand-off. I'm sure I'll be in touch before that though.

Larabar.

I ate the Larabar for my lunch. That is, before I ate Sun Chips. I didn't like the way the bar looked or the consistency, but I ate it anyway. The flavor I had wasn't all that bad. I had to take a break when I ate it, though. Someone told me that it had enough calories in it to be an entire meal.




That made me feel good, but not as good as it made me feel to eat a bag of Sun Chips. I knew I shouldn't have talked so much about how Monday and Tuesday went by so quickly. Today has been the slowest day on earth, and I'm completely unmotivated to do anything. My allergist prescribed some more asthma medication for me. I think he's trying to kill me. I was just there two weeks ago and he gave me samples and another prescription. Maybe he knows something that I don't. Maybe he has ESP and knows that I'm going to have an asthma attack soon and wanted to warn me.

I'm back to looking at more makeup and reading message boards about our brand online. I am so tired I think I might fall asleep right here.

Pick Your Color.

Hi. Surprise, surprise. I disappeared for a brief moment to go and get a pedicure because my dragon claw nails were starting to look horrid. Horrid enough, in fact, for me to have to wear running shoes all week. So they're fixed now. I love going to get treatments. You know this. So let me tell you what transpired in the past couple of hours.

My obsession with office supplies led me to buy some of those gel wrist pads and what not for my computer to curb any onset of carpal tunnel syndrome. So I got one for my new optical mouse, and one for the base of my keyboard. They smell so new and plasticky that I want to hurl, but the good thing about it is that it's making me lose my appetite, so I don't want to eat. Just yet.

Sometimes I wish that the people at the nail place would give me a loyalty discount or something. I'm in there every two weeks. I guess a business is a business, though, so I really can't do much about that. It's honestly the only thing I spend my money on lately. I just need to get out of this debt, and I'll be so much happier.

If I get hungry later, I'm going to go for this Larabar. According to its wrapper, it has no added sugar, is unprocessed, non-GMO, gluten-free, dairy free, soy free, vegan and kosher. I really shouldn't have a reaction to this one. If I like it, it might end up being my breakfast bar of choice.

Congrats on your photo being used! That seems to be a constant struggle for you there. How come they always take credit for your work? That makes me so mad. I feel like if you were appropriately credited, you'd be a fucking rock star by now! Help me think up my tagline for my other site. I need it to go up and I need people to take it seriously. Where the hell are my fucking fruit snacks?

Gurl, Fuck That Job.

Oh My God. I'm so over this place today. Again.

The Big Boss just called me and Coop in to bitch about the fact that he's having a hard time reading the text in one of our tiny, 3x4 inch ads. He wants 1000 things crammed into this tiny space, and he wants it to look professional and artistic, but then he continues to bitch if we throw an effect on any text so it doesn't look all flat and like we just threw it on there. Maybe he needs to accept the fact that he is getting much older and his eyes can't see tiny little details when they have to be forced into a small space. I think maybe he was just mad because it was his name that he was having a hard time reading.

ARGH.

Anyway...haha, I got my Sensible Foods snacks and you didn't. I wonder what the hold up is on your shipment. I was just bitching to myself earlier about the fact that I needed to go to Trader Joe's and buy more snacks. Now I can sit here chained to my desk and never have to leave. I'm falling right into your plan, porn people.

Oh, get this. We have a new movie coming out soon and we just got the poster in for it. Coop used a picture I shot for the poster and box cover because the Big Boss LOVED it. (Hello, it was a layout I was told to shoot however I wanted because it will "never get used for anything because the model is not usable for any magazine." And now it's a box cover and they loved my style, even though I always get bitched at for being too "arty" and not porn enough. Bite it, bitches.) So anyway, I showed the poster to one of the stars of the film yesterday and he was super-excited and kept saying how he loved the photo. I explained to him that The Boss (not the Big Boss) was really pissed that my photo was being used instead of his and had even fought with Coop over it. So the star comes into the studio this morning, holding up the poster in front of him, and he goes, all loud in front of The Boss, "Buck, this poster is awesome! That picture is soooo amazing and it's totally going to sell this movie. The picture is just FANTASTIC! I'm so glad that picture was used! Awesome."

Bwahahahahaha!

Everybody's Bitch.

Welcome to my world. I'm owned by each and every person in my company who has work to do. The boss had to tell me the other day that she is the only person allowed to give me work since she saw that I was busting my ass for all of the other departments. In fact, anyone who needs anything done comes to our department, so I'm doing work for people and having meetings with people I don't even know.

But you know what makes the day better? Sitting here with headphones on, listening to the music you burned for me. It's really too bad that I don't know what I'm listening to, though. I love this one CD that you made for me. I listen to it over and over again, and I'm sure the people who are sitting around me hate hearing it over and over again. I just don't care.

One thing that's good about my company is that we respect the Outlook calendar. If my day is blocked off, then people don't bother me. I put our lunch dates in for an hour, and during that time, people better not be looking for me. And they usually aren't.

By the way, I wanted to get angry with you because last night I had a dream that Lemonjello and I broke up and I was getting my shit out of the apartment, and your ass wasn't in my dream helping me. I woke up angry with you.

Get Me Outta Here.

No, that guy never responded to my message, but he DID look at my Friendster account. See, he had nothing to say to me. Or maybe he was just embarrassed since I saw on his account that he's "in a relationship." Boys...

So, in typical fashion here at the porn studio, one of the bosses just walked up to my desk and stood there until I took my headphones off. Then he goes, "Hey, so I've decided to schedule an extra scene into our shooting schedule over the next two weeks. It's this Saturday at noon and we'll need you to take pictures." Saturday at noon! What assholes. There is so much going on this weekend for us as it is. I have two friends coming from up north and another from down south to visit and take part in all the craziness. But now I have to work. I was like, "Um, I have three friends in town and you're telling me the schedule's changing NOW?" His response was, "Do you need me to change the time on it?" Like moving a noon shoot to 2pm is going to make my life so much easier. I'm so pissed.

When he left my desk, Coop looked over and said, "Why didn't you just tell him no?" Yeah, right. She has never understood my role here at the studio. It's like yesterday when they kept moving the meeting around in the afternoon. I asked them when it was going to going to take place and they asked me why. I told them I had a lunch date and the Big Boss told me to cancel. Just like that. They own me. I don't want to be owned by a fucking porn company. It's gross.

Fat Breakfast.

Good morning.
So this morning, I went to toast my usual healthy breakfast-- blueberry cream cheese bread-- and was embarrassed in the kitchen when two of my co-workers rolled up with their breakfasts-- one piece of whole wheat bread, each. The thing is, I really love this blueberry bread, but it's totally on-my-way-to-fat-camp bread. It literally has the cream cheese baked into it, so I toast it and instead of just leaving it as it is, I slather honey butter on it. And I have two pieces. They're thick pieces, too.




Doesn't it look good? What's even funnier is that I also had an orange, so I ate that too, but it dripped all over my jeans and my shirt, so I really look like a fat slob. I fit in perfectly here in cosmetic world. I'm the only person who looks like she's going camping every single day instead of looking like I'm going to a successful beauty company.

Okay. So thank God I didn't bring any lunch today. I just ate enough carbs and fat to keep me in hibernation mode until January 08. My co-worker brought me a Larabar today. It's banana cookie flavored. Maybe I'll eat that for lunch. Did that guy Derek respond to your Internet message?

I was thinking the same thing

How about a byline of "Lipstick, Dildos, and Two Friends Who are Fucking Fat-asses"?

Or, "Guys' Dicks, Girls' Lips, and What We Do With Them"?

Or, "Two Friends Who Like to Complain About Being Gluten-Intolerant When Really They Just Can't Stop Eating Crap All The Time and That's Why Their Stomachs Hurt"?

Hello, my doctor never called me back. I KNOW there is something wrong with me. Why are they denying me information? My doctor used to be so good.

Fat and Fat.

You know, I had just typed up a whole hell of a lot of blog and then my computer bluescreened out and shut down, and it didn't save. I was saying that our blog consists of more fat and food than porn and makeup.

Speaking of fat, guess what I ate tonight for dinner? Popeyes Chicken! Before I moved here, there wasn't one close to my house, so I lived without out it for a year. I was skinny back then, too. Why isn't there a Chick-fil-A out here? I checked online, and I'd have to drive an hour to get to one. I was really craving a salad today, but I ate all kinds of fattening stuff instead. Isn't that pleasant? The other day, did I tell you about how I weighed myself in the mailroom on the oversize package scale? The needle vibrated and swayed back and forth for like 20 minutes before it finally landed on the number. You're right. It's the fat percentage that kills me. When I'm cooking and stirring spaghetti sauce or something, I can feel the fat on my arms swinging back and forth. But I keep cooking. And eating.

Should we change the name of our blog to "Fat and Fat"?

We're fat.

You feel about Prison Break the way I feel about Friday Night Lights. The second season starts October 5th, but Yahoo TV decided to stream the premiere episode this week. I just finished watching it and it is sooooo good. I can't handle it. Granted, it seems like they turned up the drama in order to lure in new viewers since NBC is totally going to cancel it like assholes, but the drama had me totally engaged, so whatevs. I can't wait to re-watch it in HD on the 5th.

You know what I think it is that causes our sweating? I think you're right that we're fat. But the thing is, people don't look at us and say, "Wow, you're fat." Well, I get that sometimes, but no one could ever mistake you for fat, and I'm on the lesser end of fatdom because I'm tall. The thing is, we're lazy, so I think our body fat percentage is really high. We must have a ton of insulation and we get all gross because of it. Like, it's obvious that I'm out of shape. No surprise there. But would you believe my body fat percentage is well into the obese range? I'm totally not kidding, either. It is. My old trainer told me and so did one of my doctors. I bitch and moan about my body and how I hate how I look all the time, but it's only when I think about the fact that my fat percentage is so fucking high that I get truly depressed. But am I doing anything about it? No.

I was planning on going to the gym for the first time in 9 months tonight, but here I sit. I think I'm totally going to watch Biggest Loser, too, which is ironic and dumb.

And I wasn't playing stalkarama with some stranger. I knew him, and he kept following ME, or walking in front of me but stopping to make sure I would keep up. It was all so weird. BUT, I did turn into a stalker after I got home because I sent a message to him on Friendster thanking him for the random cat and mouse game. Haha. That's what he gets for dating the same dude as me. We're all connected here on the internets, fool.

Stalkie talkie.

I'm HOME! I just have to tell you that I just had a Buck-walking-home moment. Lemonjello was late coming home from work, so I had to walk home from the train. Of course we have a heat wave coming through right now, so I walked for 15 minutes trying to avoid the sun, and then came home and literally peeled my bra, jeans, and shirt off. It was gross. This is unnatural. Do you think it's because I'm fat? Do you think I'm so fat that I sweat uncontrollably and can't help it due to my size?

Anyway. Sometimes I try to think I'm getting in a good workout by walking. Most of the time I feel so bad about myself after I've walked that I just want to buy a Hoveround and cruise home in that instead of walking.

So you totally played stalkarama with that guy, huh? Bold. I can totally see you hiding behind trees and homeless people, playing virtual dodge ball with a gay stranger. Remember when you lived by the beach and told me that all of the gays hung out in the woods by your place and waited for other guys to have sex? The things I've learned from you are priceless.

Buck. It's 7 p.m. and I'm ready for bed. I was watching the last episode of disc one of "Prison Break" and I was so crazy into it that I was actually disappointed when the train stopped. I think it has to be my favorite show, ever.

You know, I still have this tape and cotton on my arm from the blood drawing this afternoon, and I really want to take it off, but the tape is super grippy, and it hurts so bad to try to peel it away. I noticed that people on the train were looking at me like I was a dirty hooker or something because of the cotton and tape.

You're welcome for Aquaphor. Everyone who I've introduced to it loves it and can't live without it. Welcome to the club.

Buck's Long Journey Into the Gay, or, What Happened on My Walk Home

So thank you again for handing over some of your travel-sized Aquaphor. That shit is the bomb. I still had one of the big tubes, but I had to throw away my last little tube after letting a model apply some of it to his dick. He had a rash from shooting in the great outdoors and some crazy wave of kindness washed over me and I let him borrow it. When he handed it back I had to think, "Wait, he just touched the tube, then his rashy penis, then the tube, penis, tube, penis...and handed it back." No way I was putting that on my lips again. Not that I apply the tube directly to my lips, but still. Ew.

I know that being my friend for as many years as you have, you've learned a thing or two about how gay guys cruise each other. Like, how we like to stare and tease in public and then go randomly have sex. Well, sometimes I'm lucky and get the sex. But whatever, we gays are gross.

So. On my way home I decided to swing by the big record store that's kinda not that far out of the way. I got on the escalator going up, listening to my headphones really loudly as usual. I turned to my left just as someone was passing me going on the down escalator. We'll call him Derek. Derek was staring right at me, so I nodded and mouthed "Hi" at him. I continued going up and when I turned, he had totally turned around to stare at me. It was cute.

See, I know this Derek guy. We met yeeeeears ago because we always passed each other on our morning walks to work. I had heard of him because he was kind of the rebound guy for this guy I broke up with a few years back. A rebound guy for the one I broke up with, not me. But I always thought he was cute in a regular guy kind of way, which is generally what I like. Anyway, we still occasionally pass each other in the morning and he goes out of his way to avoid me on the sidewalk now, which is weird to me.

So then I go all the way to the top floor, just browsing, and like a minute later, he's standing like 10 feet away from me. I see him so I take my headphones off. As soon as I do this, he starts to wander away. And to myself I'm like, "Dude, you just obviously followed me all the way up here after you were on your way out, why are you playin'?" So he wanders, I grab a few magazines and go to pay for them. I look up and he's pretending to look at a rack of CDs right by the escalator, but he's staring right at me. He sees me looking back, so he goes downstairs. I pay and go downstairs as well, where he's waiting by another rack, pretending to be interested. So, being me, I just walked up to him and put my arm around him. And then say, "How's it going?" He looks petrified. So he goes, "Do I know you?" And I explain that we met forever ago and who we dated in common and blah blah. So he looks less bewildered and introduces himself, then asks my name. And that was it. He had nothing to say. So I walked over to a rack of movies, and he gets on the next escalator going down. I do the same and he turns around to see if I'm there. He walks out and goes directly across the street to another store. I decide not to play anymore, so I start walking up toward home. I turn and he's standing just inside the doorway watching me. I just keep going, then notice that he's following me up the street on the other side. So I cross so we're on the same side and then cross the cross-street. He gets to the corner but gets caught at the light, so I stop and pretend to text you (I was actually trying to text you but my phone was being too slow). So he crosses and instead of coming up to me, he turns left and goes into this giant department store. So I say "fuck it" and start walking. I of course peered around the corner first, and I see him going into the door really slow-like so he can see if I'm looking. So I keep walking toward home, past the store, and I look in. And he's mirroring me from inside, walking the same speed, staring at me. Amy, he was walking through women's cosmetics. Don't pretend he was actually needing to go in that store. So I keep walking and when I get to the other end of the store, he's gone.

Um, yeah.

It was oddly exciting and fun, but what the hell? Was he just playing? Or did he want me to follow him in to the big store so we could fuck around in the bathroom? Cuz I'm not down with that. And I KNOW I wasn't making all this up. It wasn't all coincidental. At first I was thinking, "Damn, my new haircut is working. Men who avoid me are loving my ass right now." But afterward, I was thinking, "That cute guy was giving my fat ass false hope because he just wanted to mess with me and make me feel bad."

Whatever, I bought two magazines. I'm fulfilled.

Doctor, doctor.

Okay, so I didn't want to post one after the other, but I've done it before, so I'm going to do it again. I just made that appointment with the GI doctor to see if he can send me to take the right tests to confirm my hypochondria-ism about being gluten intolerant. I have to wait till the middle of October, though. We'll talk about that later. In the meantime, let's talk about how I had to get another blood test done today to see if I'm allergic to garlic, oranges and some other really random things. Who knew that there were blood tests to determine such specific allergies? Anyway. I'm glad the food diary thing is over. I hated writing down everything I ate. The diary ended up looking something like this:




Anyway. Let me let you in on something about my industry. Remember how I complain all the time about the products I love being discontinued? There are so many things-- from eyeliners to cleansers to moisturizers and what not that are always discontinued and never to be found again. Well, corporate always has a ton of these things left. So many, in fact, that we don't know what to do with them. Sometimes they are just piled up in product closets or the warehouses, collecting dust. It makes me so mad because the other day, when I went to talk to someone at Dermalogica about getting my hands on some of the un-reformulated acne treatment, they were telling me that the old units weren't available and just disappeared off the face of the earth. I'm not even kidding. If we ever decide to discontinue something, we either donate the remaining inventory to charities, or we sell them to Marshalls or T.J Maxx or something. But even still, there are still units of each of these products everywhere. That's what makes me angry. I really could have used some more of my discontinued perfume.

The latest drama at my job is that The Boss walked into someone's office while they were pow-wowing about her. When she went into the office, everyone got quiet, and she felt really uncomfortable. So she came over to let me know not to trust the people who were in that office at the time. Funny. This means that I have to add those people to the growing list of people within my office that I have to be be cautious around. It kills me. I might as well not talk to anyone. But what's the fun of working in cosmetics with a bunch of women when you can't listen to gossip all day long? I have to admit that it's always exciting. Speaking of exciting, where are my microfiber towels and blanket?

Where are my snacks? Part Deuce.

So when I got home today, I totally felt like you. Not sweaty, but like a fat pig. I realize that it wasn't because I ate a whole lot more than normal, but because I must have had an allergic reaction to one of the many banned foods from my diet this weekend. And today. So I get home and start eating. Not because I'm hungry, but because it's dinnertime. I'm completely full and sleepy, so I lay down for a short nap. When I get up, I feel like it's time to eat some of that dried fruit that I have around the house. Never, ever buy the Trader Joe's Granny Smith Apple Dried Fruit. It's supposed to be crunchy, I think. But it's really a hit or miss with this fruit. The batch I got was packaged nicely (it's a new packaging), but the pieces were either too chewy and gross, or nice and crunchy. Crispy, even. But it's not worth the money to just maybe get a good batch. Consider yourself warned.



You have no idea how much I want to get myself motivated to get up and go to the gym. To make up for it, I try to walk the stairs as much as I can. But three sets of stairs in one day mean nothing when you eat like I do. For today's nutrition, I ate some Jolly Ranchers and Nerds, along with some really sugary gum.

Did I ever tell you about my obsession with flat sandwiches? I think I like them because when I was growing up, my mom used to stuff my sandwiches with about five different kinds of meat, and I used to be embarrassed. I even threw them away sometimes. Back then, I had a bad relationship with food. I just didn't want to eat it. And that brings me to my obsession with flat sandwiches. This includes hamburgers, subs, steak and cheese, or anything that's on bread. Here is an example of the kind of flatness I expect in a sandwich.



Speaking of food, I'm also obsessed with a show on the Travel Channel called Bizarre Foods With Andrew Zimmern. I mean, it's gross, but I love watching people cook. This guy goes to all kinds of different countries and eats all kinds of crazy things. Right now, I'm watching an episide where he's in Vietnam, sampling bull's penis and testicles. Yum!

I must have telepathy when it comes to you. You know what? Before I sat down here to write this, I went into my skin care stash and brought out two new travel-sized Aquaphors.



So yes. Let's meet for lunch. I have an appointment at 11 a.m., so if you want to come late as usual to my neck of the woods, I can meet up. Let's just stay away from Thai.

I wanted to talk to you about the way in which news works around here. This weekend, when we got just a little bit of rain, the breaking news locally was that a third of an inch of rain fell in our area. Are you kidding? Lemonjello and I laughed our asses off. When there's breaking news back home, it's something serious. A murder, an act of terrorism, major traffic delays due to a 40 car pileup on the beltway, or a sniper. Here, it's when the rain falls in September. And what's the deal with the Gas and Electric company? Why do people lose power when the wind blows or when the rain falls? I can't imagine what would happen if there's a major earthquake.

Well, it's close to bedtime for me. I'm completely exhausted because it's Monday and wish that everyday went by as fast as today went for me. I have a ton of stuff to do tomorrow, but it's easy.

Anyway. I have to do my nightly search online for cosmetics, so I'll say goodnight here. More tomorrow. Is 1 p.m. okay for lunch?

See, that's what I'm saying.

I'm not a bitch, bitch. Amazon just saw how many damned books and DVDs I buy and decided that I must be a huge, fat, disgusting couch potato and that I was in dire need of healthy snacks so I won't have to be buried in a piano case. Which is all true. Whereas with you, they saw that you always buy food products through their site so you could probably hold yourself over longer.

OMG. You should have seen me walk home from work. I lugged my ginormous duffel bag all the way home and up my hill. Along with my normal shoulder bag that was of course holding two big hardcover photobooks from Amazon that arrived today. I could barely make it. I was one giant sweatball. I got home, threw in a load of laundry, then decided that I was far too hot and disgusting and extremely ugly, so I went down the block to get a haircut. Like, I HAD to have it right that second. Why was there an OPEN sign in the window but the fucking place was closed? Bastards. What's your schedule tomorrow? I am in desperate need of a haircut and I may have to do it during lunch over by you.

I feel you on the homeless/crackheadiness of this fucking city. Now you know why I keep talking about moving. You get to escape this place when you leave work and go back to your nice, clean, new apartment in the 'burbs. I have to step over those whores every day. On the way home with my luggage today I was bitching to myself about how awful so many of the people were on the street as I walked through the 'hood. Then right when I was getting to a slightly less disgusting corner, some crackhead dude grabs his bike that was leaning against a building and turns it around really fast and rams right into me. I didn't even stop to tell him he was a fucker like usual. I just put my head down and kept walking as fast as I could with all that extra weight on me (the bags, not my own fat).

Maybe I'll get really ambitious this evening and go back to the gym that I disowned nine months ago. Yeah right.

City Afternoon.

This city is a trip. I just went to the skin care place and got some product, then walked to the bank to make a deposit. On the way, I stepped over about five homeless people who were completely passed out in the middle of the sidewalk, and when I got to the bank, some guy was opening the doors for people. That was nice, but when I got a closer look at him, he had this tissue wadded up in his hand, and it was covered in blood. Needless to say, I'm very glad that as soon as I get back to the office, I go and wash my hands. Immediately.

So thanks for your help with that graphic thing. Thank God I found it or else I'd be working on that shit all afternoon. Do you know that I have Skittles bubble gum? It's disgusting, but I can't help but chew it. In seven minutes, I have to go and meet with one of the directors here for a half hour. Before I go, I'm going to put my lip gloss on. Sometimes they get mad at me for not wearing enough makeup. Petty, isn't it?

I just got out of a meeting, and I'm so happy that it's almost the end of the day!

You're a bitch. Why haven't my snacks shipped??

Why so slow?

I'm back. I actually didn't go anywhere. I had to work a little on this thing that I have to have by the end of the day today, but I needed a short break. In a half hour, I'm going to run to the bank and to the skin care store to get something that Lemonjello needs. So I got an e-mail from amazon this weekend, telling me that my item hasn't yet shipped. Hello? Shouldn't they send me an e-mail telling me that the item has shipped? I'm getting impatient. But in the meantime, I'm going to try to eat healthy. Tomorrow I have that appointment with my allergist. I hope he's taken a look at my blood test results and determined that I'm just fine with a sprinkle of hypochondria.

Shit. I have to leave now for my lunch break. I just realized that I have meetings from 2 p.m. on... so I have to get a move on. More later, when I'm done my work.

Yeah, Yeah....

I can only dream that one day I will work in an office that doesn't echo with the sounds of "Oh, YEAH, uhhhhh, ugggg, FUCK man, yeah, oh, Fuck that, man, oooohhhhhhh, fuck yeah...yeah yeah, fuck yeah....."

It is so loud in here. Why does my boss reject the idea of headphones?

"Ohhhhhhh, yeah...fuck that ass, man....yeahhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhh."

Gross.

I can't say I don't understand.

Good morning.
I totally understand how you feel. I know we've talked about this before-- before I moved out here. Unfortunately for me, I was in that rut for five years before I finally got out. And I regret not getting out sooner. As much as I complain about working in cosmetics, you and I both know that it's where I wanted to be, and where I love being. And I know that fashion is where you want to be. That link you sent me sounded perfect. I wish it wasn't in another state, but I think you'd be great for it.

Speaking of being unhappy, I am extremely fat today. I feel like since I've been on this non-diet, I've been eating way more than I should be, and I feel miserable. My stomach is just overflowing my waist line. I will be eating tuna pasta salad tonight, but today I brought that chili I made last night. I just ate some of this blueberry cream cheese bread that we bought at Costco this weekend. It's one of those breads that needs to be double toasted or it's just way too mushy. I ate it with some of my homemade honey butter with cinnamon.

Yum.

Anyway. I just got out of a meeting to determine what channels are going to do what kind of marketing for which products. Yay. More later. Check your e-mail.

Done.

I think I'm done. Nothing happened. No drama. No "emergencies." Then again, it's not even 8am. But I don't want to be here anymore. Porn is no fun. For me, at least. And when I see how stressed and crazy everyone is around here all the time, I have to wonder why any of us are doing it. I have a feeling that some of the people in charge stick with this business because they think they're being cool and alternative and sticking it to the man by making a product that is by, for, and about gay sex. Then there are the others that seem to truly think they are making a difference to the world. I mean, I guess I can understand it...there are people all over who discovered porn when they were younger and it helped them realize that that sort of thing existed, men having sex with other men, and that they weren't alone with the feelings they had. Which sounds totally corny, but it's how it worked for people. But in this day and age, with all the free access to sex and porn everywhere, I don't see how we can do anything differently to really stand out and be remembered. My adolescence was much different. I don't know if I ever talked about this stuff with you waaaaaay back when we were in high school. But I would read news magazine like Time or whatever and it was right during the time of all of the ACT UP protests against George Bush (the first one). I read these articles and saw these beautiful men all together actually trying to make a difference in the world and I had that "I'm not alone" feeling. And I wanted to be just like those men (except without the cut-off jean shorts and combat boots). But now here I am making porn. It's not like I want to go out and start doing social work or be an activist or anything. But I would like to be working on something that at least reaches a larger audience. Or maybe it's my own self-hatred and I really want to say that I'd rather reach a more worthwhile audience. Like, even if I was working on...I don't know...like, Nordstrom advertising flyers or something. At least it would be out there in the general population and not stuck in some little ghetto niche. I've dealt with the people who love the kind of work I do now for years, even at my job before this, and I think they're creepy and insane. Sorry, people, but it's how I feel.

Ugh, this is how I start my Monday? Great.

Well, it's True.

I decided that I would spend the rest of my Friday looking up the positive reviews for our makeup, finding it, and trying it on. I have a meeting in six minutes, but I think it'll be a short one. It feels like nobody is in the office today. I just went through this one zine I got while at the Face and Body trade show last month, and I was busy calling vendors that were offering free samples to licensed skin care therapists and massage therapists and asking them to send me stuff. Now I have 2.5 more hours to kill, and I might not make it.

I just read some reviews on this blush we have, and it looks like this strange, fake and ugly pink in the jar, but when you put it on, it's actually quite nice. I think I'll wear it again.

Thanks for coming to lunch. Ouch. My stomach hurts. I just recorded what I ate for lunch and it made my stomach hurt even more. The only thing that makes my trip home tolerable when I feel this sick is watching "Prison Break."

Time for my meeting. Sometimes I wish you wore makeup so that I could hook you up.

Laughing to myself on the walk back.

I love when you start sentences with, "There's this woman I work with, and she's a bitch, and..."

Don't Hassel the Hoff.

Morning.
I was on the train this morning, watching Episode Two of Season Two of Prison Break when this guy got on the train wearing the ugliest t-shirt. It had "Don't Hassel the Hoff" emblazoned across it. And he wasn't kidding. I just ate a bagel and immediately felt sick. It's way too much gluten all at once for me. Anyway. I can do either 1 or 1.30-- whichever seems to work best for you.I have a 3 p.m. meeting on the calendar, and that's it for the afternoon. There's a serious problem with my neck. I think it's from sitting on the train with my head tilted back on the dirty seat when I want to sleep and listen to tv, or from hanging forward when I'm watching the iPod. Either way, I'm crippled.

I have a meeting in a few minutes, but you know that. I have nothing exciting to tell you, except that I should really bring in the camera and take a picture of the nasty fridge at my office. It'll give all cosmetic companies a bad name. So... want to aim for 1 p.m.? Or 1.15? Then we might be able to get a seat immediately as people are finishing up. I'm sure your hair looks lovely. But just in case it doesn't, let's stand on the street corner again and do the thing we did last time so that I can assess it further for you.

I used to use it.

I loved the Daily Microfoliant by Dermalogica, but then you helped me find that Face and Body Scrub by that other company, MD Formulations. Is that new? 'Cause I've never heard of them before. Then again, you're the make-up chick, so I guess you always know about these things way before I do. I switched over to that because it has an exfoliant in it and I don't have to pretend to be in chemistry class mixing shit in the shower every morning.

Speaking of my bad skin, this thing inside my nose is awful. My whole left nostril is a different shape and size than my right one. And it's not like I can exfoliate up in there. It's still really sensitive and it keeps getting redder and redder and I just want it to go away. Maybe you can lance me over the table at lunch today. Mmmmmm, heartwarming.

So I went out to a show last night after work and was talking to my friend about how long my hair is. I told him of my issues with the thinning area and he looked and said it didn't look bad but that there was a definite difference. I don't like that. So I need to get a haircut. If I didn't go to bed at 3 this morning, I would've gone in early and then taken a really long lunch so we could eat and I could get a haircut. But as it is, I am still at home and I should have been at work at least an hour ago. So it looks like we'll just be eating. 1 or 1:30?

Oh, and I ate Oreos when I got home last night. Fuck the gluten man.

Not Important, but...

... Have I ever given you Daily Microfoliant?


I just used this to wash my face and wanted to share like I do every single night and loved it.

Supplies.

I know you're at your other job now and I won't get a response to this post 'til tomorrow, but The Boss is gone for the day and I just don't know what to do. Since Lemonjello wants to work out, I just don't see myself going home early. That way, he can work out and then come and get me. We decided that we were going to make tuna sandwiches today. I love tuna and the mercury poisoning that is possible with the tuna.

Today was so uneventful at my job that all I did that was worthwhile was help one girl to find various shades of eyeshadows and eat a popsicle. I love that this company just lets you order office supplies that you need and don't give a damn what it is, as long as your department has budgeted for office supplies. Today I ordered a new mouse. The one I have isn't smooth. I mean, it works, but it's not like the one I have at home where it's all quiet and smooth and flowy. When I'm cutting and pasting shit all day, the sound of the clicking on the mouse is so annoying to me that I get a headache every time.

I'm also obsessed with the air dusters that get cold when you spray down your keyboard. I use it almost everyday, but the irony is that my desk is a big mess all day long.

Did I tell you about the new nail tech that did my nails today? I normally have this nice lady named Mimi who does a great job on my nails, and shapes them just right, but today I had the owner of the joint do my nails. I was so excited because I thought that the owner surely had the best skills out of all of them, but she was so busy barking out orders to her minions in Vietnamese that she hardly paid any attention to my nails. She told me that she was going to change the shape of my nails because square was "more professional," and proceeded to cut my nails straight across and then lightly file them down. I swear to God they look like tabletops. Completely square at the ends. Of course, I pulled an Asian and was completely quiet and didn't object the entire time while she filed them down even straighter.

Then I watched her as she corralled about 40 customers into her tiny little shop, promising "manicure and pedicure" to each of them when she clearly didn't have enough people. Now if I was her, I would have told them that if they didn't have an appointment, it would take x or y amount of time before someone could get to them. But it just wasn't like that here. It was like the more people that came in, the bigger her place got, and the more nail technicians started to work there-- all in her mind. It was like downtown Vietnam and a whole lot of American tourists up in there.

In any case, I also accidentally hit my wet nail against the fan that was drying it, and I didn't have a chance to flag my nail tech down to ask her to fix it. So I left with it jacked up. I wish I could do nails. If the stereotype was right, I would be able to do my own nails and wax. I hate waxing. That's why I could never work in a spa that I didn't own. I hope waxing becomes so passe that people don't want to do it anymore. If everyone just got laser like they should, the spa world would be a much better place for me. Then people who came to me for skin care treatments wouldn't end up with jacked up eyebrows and bikini lines and half-waxed, half-bleeding underarms.

OMG. I just overheard one of my co-workers telling her team that she can't stand reading anymore e-mails where our customers blame us for everything from epileptic seizures to cancer. It's true. If you work at any cosmetic company, people will find ways to taunt your ass and get money from you. They'll tell you that your lipstick gave them herpes and your face cream gave them Vitiligo and that by accidentally breathing in your loose powder, they ingested some of the products into their lungs and now have lung cancer. It's the most exciting place to work.

Yay. It's just about time for me to leave. I have the first season of "Prison Break" Season II to watch on the iPod on the way home today. It makes the time go by so fast. I hope you survived job 2 tonight. One day we'll have enough money so we won't need to work. More tomorrow, unless something exciting happens tonight.

OMG.

I just about fell off my chair laughing. That picture trips me out! And it's great quality, too. Too bad I don't even have my own camera to use. In any case, if I took any pictures around here, it would be really obvious where I work. After all, branding is our forte! I meant to write earlier, but more interesting stuff has happened between this morning and right now. Like, I went to get a manicure. I do this really often, but it never ceases to amaze me how these little nail shops work. The ones that are owned by Asians trip me out because I totally see my parents in each and every single one of them.

They always allow walk-ins so they can make as much money as possible, but when people make appointments, they don't really make time for them, or have a technician ready to take them when they come in. It's all about cramming as many people in as possible and rushing through services. Today in particular, the place was crazy busy and the nail techs were talking all loud to each other in their native tongue and it sounded like a group of chickens clucking really loudly at each other. You would have loved it.

The leasing company of my building is having an ice cream social for us today, so that we can meet the other occupants of our building and talk to each other. I'm not interested in that, but I am interested in ice cream, so I just went down and got a fruit popsicle.

Yum.

This is my reality

I really hope this doesn't piss off the blogger people, or my bosses if they stumble across this blog and see that it's me calling them assholes, but I just had to post a picture of my daily reality around this office. Pay special attention to the multi-colored baby carrots in the bottom right corner. They are seriously the size of fingers. Vile.

No I didn't...

...send you the word of God. But I sure haven't done one productive thing since I got into work today except for eat another bag of apple harvest treats. I think it's a ripoff. Why are there so few snacks in each of the bags?

Yes, you can use the product in your nose. But be careful. I may just give you some lancets so that you can stick whatever it is and get the gross out. I have a whole rack of individually wrapped lancets that are disposable. I'll remember to bring them next time, if you want to do surgery on yourself.

I am feeling so gross right now. I shouldn't have worn a sweater. I know it's cold out, but I am sitting at my desk sweating.

So it's before lunch, and still nothing exciting to tell. So I'm off to go and get my manicure now. For real this time.

Um, no.

Did you send me this disguised as some crazy person? Or is it just spam? I am totally scared.


Dear Beloved,
Greetings to you in the name of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ,I am very much glad in the Lord Jesus to write you. First of all I Praise God, that He have given me an opportunity to share my Ministry activities with you.

I am G. Ezra A. Kumar along with my wife I am doing ministry. We completed theological Education. As God lay burden in our hearts we are reaching unreached. I love to share with you what God is doing in our lives and in our ministry.The spirit of the Lord God is upon me; because the Lord hath anointed us to preach good news. He hath sented us to bind up the brokenhearted,to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound. Isaiah 61:1

We are doing the Lords work on faith lines. Our vision and burden is Gospel work reaching the unreached and help the needy . In a month we visited number of villages, conducting street Gospel meetings, street Evangelism, tracts distribution, praying for the sick, prayer cells, youth and children Bible class, Gospel Crusades etc. God is doing so many miracles in our ministry.

In our target areas most of the people are in below the poverty line they every suffering for their daily bread and clothes. So many orphan children are here. I want to tell you that I don't have children. when I saw the children I feel to help the orphans. God given so much desire in my heart and in my wife's heart to help the needy children. Now As the spirit of God leads me I am writing to you. I want to help them and my desire is to put an orphanage. So please pray on this. I love to share with you this things.Your kind involvement in our work will enable us to go more forward in His mighty work. We are doing ministry by faith.

Please kindly pray for our faith ministry, As we are doing His work on faith lines, we need your kind prayers and encouragement. Please kindly pray for us.I love to hear from you also. Please write to me about you. Awaiting for your reply soon.You please pray fore very thing. I love to hear from you soon.

Yours in His Services
Ezra Anand Kumar G
Evangelist.

When it hurts so bad...

So I have to tell you a few things.

First, I am not wearing any underwear today. I had a few clean pairs here at the office, but since my luggage is still sitting here from our shoot, I didn't have them to wear this morning. I also desperately need to do laundry.

Second, my nose hurts so badly that my eyes are tearing up. I have a zit or ingrown hair or something right on the inside of my nostril. I think I may have half-popped it this morning while blowing my nose, but it hurts sooooo fucking bad. I didn't think I could use any of the many delightful products you've given me on the INSIDE of my nose, so I'm just going to suffer. Sleeping up in the freezing cold of the mountains fucked my sinus cavities. I woke up every morning with a dry bloody nose. And I forgot to take my nose hair trimmers, so things got a little messy up in there.

But it hurts just to breathe and I want to die. I am stressed about that and the fact that I don't have time to do laundry before Saturday night.

Also, I bought some more Nana cookies this morning. Did you like the ones I gave you or no? I bought another one of the mini tubs but this time they had ginger spice flavor. Not bad. Still chalky. I also bought some more berry vanilla bars. Eh. Oh, and I bought the crunchy apple snacks and also some of the cheery berry mix version. I didn't realize that they had both organic and non-organic versions of the treats. The cheaper ones were non-organic, of course, and all the reviews I read of the organic ones said that Amazon always sent the wrong kind (ie, non-organic). So I decided just to get the non-organic because they were cheaper and I want us to get even closer to cancer. Cancer, baby, cancer.

Crunchy Apple Morning.

Okay. So I bought FOUR bags of those snacks. I've eaten three of them. Three! And my order hasn't come yet. I am so mad. Anyway, I'm glad to hear that you're back into the swing of tv-watching night. And I am so glad to hear that you didn't watch "Kid Nation." It was so embarrassing. This morning I came into work with swollen eyes because yesterday one of my co-workers re-introduced me to those Li Hing Mui dried plums that you find so disgusting. Each piece has about 1200 grams of sodium, and I ate about four of them. I could hardly open my eyes this morning. I am so true to my roots this morning.

Speaking of food, let's do Thai tomorrow, at our spot. I'm paying, and we have to get their early or later because the place is packed at noon. Which do you prefer? Or, we could go to the one downtown that we went to a while back. It didn't seem crowded at all-- it's the place near the mall.

I don't have any news yet this morning because it's still early. I have to go downstairs now and stalk some product. I'll write more in a bit.

My poor tummy.

Yeah, let's totally do lunch Friday. I have so much shit to catch up on the next two days, but fuck that job, I need to see my girl and eat some food.

(BTW, I'm ordering some apple Sensible Food snacks after I'm done typing here, so when I get them, I'll give half the case to you and you can give half the case of tropical mix to me since I love that kind.)

I just got back from Coop's house for the premiere party of ANTM. Two girls and three 'mos screaming and talking the entire time. I didn't hear but three words that any of those bitches said. I have a looooong day tomorrow so I was planning to go to bed like 40 minutes ago. But there is some kind of bullshit going on outside that involves jackhammers and it is 10:30 at night. This is unacceptable. They have had so many water main problems the last few months that it's getting ridiculous. I wonder how late they're going to go...

Anyway, Coop decided she wanted to make tuna melts for everyone, which of course I can't eat, so I went and got tacos. Mmmmm....Then we ate tons of ice cream, which my stomach was not happy with but my taste buds sang "Hallelujah!"

I forgot to tell you that I called my doctor today and they STILL don't have the results from my tests two weeks ago. That's never happened before. They told me to call back tomorrow afternoon. I would really like drugs to kill this shit before it continues to get worse. My poor, poor intestines.

I would reallllllly, reallllly like to not have to go into work tomorrow. I am sweating just thinking about it.

I Haven't Quit Yet, Part I.

I'm home. Finally. This afternoon, at the last minute, I helped another department clean up a HUGE spreadsheet so that we could finalize a massive deal with an account. This is my problem. I am the go-to girl for every department, so when people don't know who to ask for shit, they come to me. So I'm everybody's bitch. I spent the last two hours of my day cutting, pasting and going blind with numbers so that a totally separate department could make some money. The boss doesn't like me helping other departments because she thinks they'll take advantage of me, but I think it's because she doesn't want to share my breadth of talent with everyone. Just kidding. I think she's really trying to help me to grow a backbone. So far, it hasn't worked. My philosophy is that I help when I can, and if I have time, I'll take all of that time to help someone else. After all, it's all the same company. And if one department doesn't make its numbers, then my bonus isn't that big at the end of the year.

The fruit things on amazon are cheap by the case. You know I can't do math, so I don't know what it breaks down to, but it's actually on a discount right now, so it's like $26 or something for 24 packets. Lemonjello just helped me figure this out, so its about $1.08 a package, as opposed to $1.99 at the store. You know, the fruit thing tasted so familiar, and I realized why. Do you remember that I told you about this dried apple thing at Trader Joes? It's in the dried fruit aisle, and it's dried granny smith apples. Anyway, I ate the whole bag when I got it back in the day, but I didn't really like it so much. But these Sensible Snacks are different because they have all kinds of great fruit in it. I actually favor the apple, but I ordered the Tropical Mix.

Let me tell you about how petty some people are at my job. One department called me today to ask me if I had something they needed for a legit business-related reason. Without revealing what it is, I'll just say it was packaging supply. Let's say it was bubble wrap. So the department asked me if I had a lot of bubble wrap, and my department only had a little, so I went to the department that normally has a ton of bubble wrap and asked them if they could spare a square. They told me that they didn't have enough, and that if I really needed it, I could order some but that it would be very, very expensive. So that was fine. I went to tell the other department that I couldn't spare any, but that I would go ahead and order it for my own department and share. And sure enough, that shit was expensive for what I was getting. I placed an order and it cost our department almost $200. I didn't even clear it with The Boss, but I know we'll need those supplies, and it would last us a long time. Now here's the fucked up part. I KNOW that there were squares to spare in the other department. They weren't trying to help us out. I just don't get the mentality behind that. If you can help, help. If you can't, at least be civil. The world will be a better place.

Lemonjello and I ate grilled gouda cheese sandwiches and tomato bisque tonight. I need to start writing down my recipes because I never remember what I put in them and I can't duplicate them after I make them. So from now on, I'll put the recipes here. Here is how to make my tomato bisque:

1 big can of crushed tomatoes. Not the normal sized can. The size bigger.
1 cup of beef broth
1/2 block of cream cheese
1 tbsp milk
2 tbsp brown sugar
Diced onions
Red Pepper Flakes
Pepper
Butter
Basil

Heat about a teaspoon of butter over medium high heat.
Add diced onions and cook until translucent.
Add crushed tomatoes and beef broth and bring to a boil
Add cream cheese and milk, and stir.
Add the brown sugar, pepper flakes, and basil and let simmer for about 15-20 minutes on low heat.

It was yum. Totally fattening, but yum. And I'm sure the bread wasn't great for me either, but I get to eat everything I want for the next couple of days or so before I get my formal diagnosis and can't eat anything.

So tonight is the premiere of "Kid Nation." I want to throw up. This is the dumbest show, ever. These kids act like they're 50 years old, except that they all cry all the time. Weak bitches.

Okay. So that's all for the day. Do you have time to do lunch with me this week? Maybe Friday? I have to get my nails done tomorrow at lunch. First priority.

I quit, part 1

I totally keep forgetting to check Amazon to see how much the Sensible Foods snacks are on there. I have avoided buying them at Walgreens because they're so goddamned expensive.

I have been downing dark chocolate covered orange sticks. Mmmm. Also, I went to the farmer's market and bought flowers and apples. I figured that since the boss told me not to come in that I was allowed to take a break 20 minutes after showing up.

I don't have any new stories to share except to once again tell you that it is SO FUCKING LOUD in my office. Now that we're all back, it's like a riot all the time. My Asian assistant was telling me how nice and easy it was around the office with The Boss on location and now that he's back everything seems fucked. Bwahahahaha. It is. But we're all debating what to call the film that we just shot in the mountains. The Director is dead set on the dumbest fucking title known to man and the rest of the company hates it. We've come up with a million alternatives but everything has been shot down. So dumb.

PS, my new camera is STILL not here. I am not comfortable having all that money just sitting in a USPS office somewhere. Those are the same assholes that confirmed delivery of some ebay items to me and then actually delivered them TWO MONTHS later. More assholes in this world.

I Love Work Drama.

That sucks that you have to go into work and have all that drama happen after being away with those bastards all week. I can sometimes say the same thing about this place, but people are too busy going to meetings to be up in everyone's business. But only sometimes.

So let me tell you what adventure I just had. I walked to the store that you said had my fruit snacks. I was in there for about 30 minutes, looking at each and every aisle, including makeup, toiletries, etc. I couldn't find the fruit. And since I was really only there to avoid the surcharge from Bank of America when I take money from the ATM by buying something and getting cash back, I was pissed because I don't need anything from the drugstore. Ever.

I finally decided to ask someone, because I did see in the window. As I was about to go and flag someone down, I came across this big motherfucking wooden stand right in the middle of the floor. It was about my height with a big ass sign on it that said "SENSIBLE FOODS CRUNCH DRIED SNACKS." So I felt like an ass and bought four: two apple, and two tropical. Now you're asking me why I bought those four bags when I'm expecting 24 bags to come to me sometime this week from amazon, right? It's because I'm a fat pig and I want to try it now. It came to $9.34 (I also got two bags of Skittles) and I'm so pissed that I paid that much ($1.99 a bag) for such a small bag of snack. When I shook the package, it reminded me of the tinny sound that the freeze-dried ice cream made in those packages that we used to get at the Air and Space Museum. I hope it tastes like it! I love that shit.

So I haven't eaten them yet because when I got up there to pay, I accidentally hit "credit" instead of "debit" and I had to buy something else to get the cash back. So I bought a pack of gum and then started chewing it. The real reason I needed cash back was because I planned on getting a manicure. By the time I finished scouring the store, it was super late. The boss is actually out right now getting a spa service, but I estimated that she would be back in about a half hour or so (she went long before I left), so it was perfect timing to get the manicure. When I left the store, I realized that I didn't have my cell phone to look at the time, but when I was crossing the street, I saw one of the many big ass clocks that are stuck to the buildings downtown and it said it was 2.10 p.m.! That would have meant that I spent 40 minutes looking for the fruit snacks. So I hurriedly came back to the office. When I passed the big clock on my floor, it said it was actually 1.50 p.m., so I was pissed. What's the use of having a fucking clock for everyone to see when it has the wrong time on it?

I just ate the dried fruit. It totally tastes familiar, like something I've clearly eaten before. And it's equivalent to 1/2 a cup of fruit. That's really not a lot, considering that I paid a fortune for it, But it's so good. And it's better that I'm eating these than shortbread cookies. When I get the case, I'll give you half. That day, be sure to bring a big bag.

I gotta get back to working. The rest of my team just got back from a meeting and I look like I'm on vacation sitting here at my desk.

This seriously needs to end.

Okay, so I got my shit together, took a shower and trekked to the office. Coop even called me at like 11:30 to ask if I was coming in. She was worried that I might not show up and she'd have to deal with the bosses on her own. Once I got one block away from the office, The Boss called me and goes, "I was just calling you to tell you not to come in today." Um, what? It is 1 o'fuckingclock and NOW is when you decide to tell me to take the day off? I already made the fucking effort to get up and drag my ass all the way over here, so I told him I was almost there and I would just come in. What an ass.

So when I get here, I'm still starving, so I sat with Coop downstairs to eat. She told me about the boss of our sister company and how he hasn't responded to any email that she and the Big Boss have sent in the last week and how it's important because we need information from him before we can release his next movie (all the legal shit that goes on a box). So we bitched about him and how he always pulls this shit and out of nowhere, The Bitch (the one I've worked with before) goes, "They've been working on this big project so they've been busy." And Coop and I are like, "But the emails were sent to his personal email account and it's not like this stuff can just be ignored." And the bitch just got realllll nasty with us and all defensive of the sister boss. So I called him out on it since he usually hates the sister boss like the rest of us. And he just shut the conversation down. Like, silence. Why is everyone such a fucking asshole here?

Where are my Fruit Snacks?

I wish I was just getting into work. I also wish that I could just post an image up here to show you just what I'm working on. People who know me will be shocked that I could possibly be writing such fluff. And speaking of fluff, where the fuck are my Dried Fruit Crunchies? Normally when I order from amazon, they send the stuff within a day or two. When I ordered my gluten-free cookies, they were all here in a couple of days. I might go to Walgreens again if I get desperate today to look in the window to see if they have it.

Today I'm feeling really tired so I'm listening to Diane Krall and my eyes are closing as my typing. I decided not to share my music selection with everyone surrounding me on my ipod dock because one time they laughed when I left my desk and "The Best of They Might be Giants" started playing.

So I totally have the same problem when people can't understand a gluten intolerance. I'll be drinking some water and inevitably, someone will come up to me, look in the cup, and ask me if I should be drinking it. Or, the thing that happened when I had to work over that weekend was that they were concerned about what to buy me for breakfast. Eggs. Bacon. Fresh fruit. All of the above are acceptable. It was such an ordeal, in fact, that they brought me nothing. Except for three Twizzlers.

Speaking of gluten, I just ate a full-on glutenous lunch. A big ass Vietnamese sandwich. On an equally big ass slice of french bread. It was so good. The only thing that killed me was the fact that they put in the stems of cilantro, so I kept taking bites of the sandwich and then choking on the stems. I'd pull them out of my mouth and they would just keep coming out because they were so long. Disgusting. But now I feel the way I always feel after eating gluten. Bloated, tired, and my back hurts. Isn't that a strange symptom? I was reading about the symptoms of celiac this weekend, and it's so funny. And gross. I won't list the symptoms here, but if you read the link, you'll laugh (and puke) like I did.

I do believe it's time for a manicure. I'll be back in a few.

Long nails and shaggy beard.

Ha. You think I'm already at work. Helllll no. It's 11am and I just woke up. I ended up checking emails and paying bills and downloading music and whatnot until 3am. I turned my phone off so The Boss wouldn't be able to wake me up this morning with a, "Um, are you coming in today? There's an emergency to be taken care of and I really need you here. No pressure!" I have to shower and dump stuff from the one bag I brought home from the office. Oh, and cut my dragon lady nails and shaggy, shaggy mountain man beard. Then I'll head in. I wish I had some (gluten-free) cereal. I am STARVING up in here.

I haven't even opened my blinds yet so I didn't realize it was chilly fall weather. But it was like that when I was trekking home yesterday evening, so I felt like I was really back in the city. I ended up ordering sushi that was so very good. And yes, I did eat Oreos. But I felt like shit before even eating any of those.

I tried so hard to avoid gluten while on the shoot. People just did not get it at all. I would either get the pity look and the "Oh, are you trying to live carb-free? You'll totally lose weight like THAT." Or I'd get the "Why don't you just eat white bread? There's no wheat in that" because they're idiots and don't understand that white bread just has bleached wheat flour (I'm right about that, right?). Or, my favorite, I'd get a "I'm going to pick up lunch but I know you have some dietary restrictions since you don't eat meat, so what do you want?" I don't eat meat? Yeah, no, that's not my dietary restriction, fool. I still can't tell if it's really gluten that I need to avoid or if it's something else. I was thinking of starting my food diary before even calling the doctor to set up an allergy appointment so I could just be prepared. I always feel nauseous.

I have to get ready to go into the hell hole.

Signs of Fall.

I LOVE this weather. Did you think of me this morning when you woke up and it was freezing and windy? I love it. I feel like I'm back home in the east. Anyway. Welcome back. I just got settled. Answered some e-mails, picked up some office supplies, and ate some yogurt. Part of my job today consists on finalizing this 800th draft for the training sheet. What's embarrassing is that for the one I've been working on, it's a training sheet for this one group of products we're selling together. On each sheet, I have to outline how to use it, and what's great about it, and then suggest some more products in our line-up to use alongside it. So, this particular one I'm working on is a combination of four or five different colors to put on your face. So naturally, under the "Other Product Suggestions to go with this Look," I suggested our makeup remover wipes. I wasn't trying to be funny. I just thought it would be important to remove the makeup before going to sleep-- it's healthy, AND it's an upsell. But when I submitted this sheet with that suggestion to the person who is in charge of handing this assignment over to me, I got reprimanded. She told me that this wasn't the idea we were going for. I should have suggested some mascara or a lipstick or gloss or something.

How the fuck would I know? I must be the only person in this company who doesn't wear four full-face products at a time. I still think my idea was better. I have to go and correct that shit now. How frustrating. I think that to congratulate myself on a job well done for my new project, I'm going to get a manicure.

I bet you're already back at work. I slept at 10 p.m. last night, woke up at 3.30 a.m., and couldn't get back to sleep until 6.30 a.m. when I have to wake up at 6.50. Nice, right?

I went to the mountains and all I got was this lousy rash.

Ho.
Lee.
Fuck.

I am back. And I am alive. I sat and read all of your posts after I got home this evening and they made my eyelids feel heavy, even though I was laughing hysterically, out loud, in my tiny apartment. Our old emails always make me laugh, and don't think you're the only one who saves them.

I thought you should know that I'm listening to the leaked Britney Spears CD while I type this. I'm a masochist, what can I say?

So that trip was never-ending. I was only gone for 5 nights and 5 days, but it felt like I left for a year. Girl, it was freaky. First off, the whole cast and crew stayed at a "resort" except for me and the cameraman, Shawn. We stayed up in an unheated, partially-wired-with-electricity cabin in the middle of the forest. This is the spot where we filmed most of this movie. The "resort" was basically a Motel 6 with some cabins in the back. I stayed there my first night because I didn't drive in with The Boss until after 1 in the morning. The Boss and the two models that also shared that cabin had to move the next day because there was NO HOT WATER in their cabin. Or the one next to them. Ghetto.

I have to tell you about the town we filmed in. Seriously, you would have died. You know how you never go to the South or the Midwest because you're afraid of all the stereotypes of the people there? Like, that they'll tie you to the back of a pick-up and drag your ethnic ass until you're dead? Okay, well the people in the backwoods of California are SO much scarier. I shit you not. Shawn is from the Midwest, near where I went to college, and even he was like, "Maybe we need to roll up the windows and lock the doors around here." The place is VERY strange. It has this weird, like, gay subculture yet it's totally backwoods and dirty. The kids were all out riding bikes and hanging out on the corners and stuff, which is pretty normal in small towns where there's no mall or main strip in which to hang out. But when you drove closer, the kids were all totally dirty and, like, eating ribs or some shit. They were like the little version of gutterpunks you see in the city. Remember back in high school when we always saw the dirty punk kids who hung out in 7-11 parking lots and whatnot (and we were friends with like half of them)? These kids reminded me of them, but they weren't homeless. And the houses! Oh my god, the houses. Well, our last night there involved a BBQ at the property owners' main home (they own three places up there, as well as a place here in the city....fucking rich gays). That house was totally adorable with great landscaping and even their own vineyard (although their interior design was...not my taste). But about 90% of the homes there looked like they were built by 10 year olds. It was like driving through a South African township or something, with all the homes having metal sheets leaning together to form the walls and rickety old steps leading to the door. The scariest, though, were the adults. First off, I have never seen so many damned hitchhikers. Did you even know that people still hitched rides? There ere all these creepy old guys standing with their thumbs up on the highway. The women took the cake. They were all so in desperate need of some leave-in conditioner, I couldn't believe my eyes. You know, I know I'm a city brat, but it's not like I think everyone should be all urban-chic or something. Lord knows I'm not. But it's like these people had no concept of popular culture or TV or magazines or anything to help guide them. It was a town of befores. It was so...rustic, but not in a sort-of-charming farm community kind of way. Like, I expect farmers to be dirty because they are outside working their asses off all day. These people were just dirty because they were dirty.

Anyway...the shoot sucked, of course. I know we had a small amount of communication while I was up there, so you got the fact that I was hating it, but it just kept getting worse. The filming started at 8am every day, went for about 6 hours, then some B-Roll stuff, then setting up for the next scene, then dinner (which always sucked except for the BBQ), then shooting again starting at 8pm (and going till midnight or 1). Then repeat. The first day (or was it the second?), no one bothered to buy lunch for any of the models or the crew. I mean...come on.

Yesterday was awful. I felt so badly for Shawn, who was holding the camera while the fucking director stood PRESSED AGAINST HIM, staring into the tiny video camera screen instead of using a fucking monitor like usual. Like, seriously, he was trying to blend into Shawn or something. Breathing down his neck and shit. And it was while filming a solo, so it's not like there as any direction needed. He also talked the ENTIRE time to the model, telling him EXACTLY what to do. It was so awful. I mean, it's some dude jerking off. How complicated does it need to be made? I saw Shawn start to shake. I totally thought he was going to punch the director. Then today the shoot was supposed to start at 8 so we could jet out early. It got pushed to 10, which of course got pushed again, and we didn't leave until after 4. We literally had everything packed up before shooting even started. Everyone was just standing around waiting for them to finish so we could pack the remaining lights and whatnot. I kind of felt bad for the actors because we did not try to disguise the fact that we were growing impatient with the whole situation. But one actor was/is a complete douche, so I didn't feel too badly.

Speaking of actors...one of them was sleeping with The Boss the last two days we were there. Um, we give the actors/models/hookers all these speeches about how they shouldn't be fucking around with each other and stuff during the shoot while off camera and then my fucking boss goes and hooks up with one of them. A not-so-cute one, I might add. Just yet another shady piece of evidence telling me I really shouldn't be in the business. I can't believe I've been doing this shit for so long.

I have more to tell you about my crappy diet while I was there, but it's almost midnight and I'm exhausted. I have to go in tomorrow and continue to work non-stop for them, so I should go to bed. I will tell you that I went through TWO of those big family-sized bags of peanut M&Ms while I was there (which is funny considering that the earlier email thread mentioned that peanut M&Ms were my downfall). I feel gross right now but I totally want to run out and buy some Oreos. Why are those my other downfall?

Oh, jesus, this Britney album is painful.

Today's Travels.

So it's almost 2.30 p.m. and today I decided to take a walk on the wild side. I put aside my love of Dermalogica for a second and went to Aveda for a facial. It was okay, but the esthetician told me to get out of my shirt and bra and get under the sheet, and there was this gigantic window right there in the room, and if I got undressed, everyone walking by could see my boobs. So I got into the bed first, took off my shirt and bra, and threw it onto the chair. I nearly missed. Anyway. So they do things differently at Aveda. I thought that every facial has the same steps-- cleanse, examine, exfoliate, extract, massage, mask, etc. She did it completely differently, and the time went by way too fast. That might be a good thing. But she put something on my face and rubbed it in, and it made my face burn like hell. It was fine, though, because I didn't end up breaking out or anything. Then she did the massage the "Aveda way." I think this means that she repeats one massage movement (sweeping up from the elbow to the shoulder, to the occipital on the back of the head) over and over and over again. It started to get old. But I do love Aveda's whole "touch therapy" philosophy where it's all about touch and sensory experiences. It's secretly what I want to do all day long, with no waxing and no microdermabrasion or anything painful. You would have loved it, but you also would have thought the product was too highly scented. It's very botanical, but weirdly, the ingredient list is really long.

Anyway. Let me tell you about what I ate last night. I got home and didn't find anything to eat. I wanted to eat this Wild Alaskan Salmon, but found that there was only one portion in the freezer, so I couldn't cook for both me and Lemonjello. So do you know what we ate (grab some water because your mouth will get SO dry reading this)?? I made coconut rice (here's the recipe, in case you want to go all out and have a Thai night or something):

2 Cups Jasmine Rice
1 can of Light Coconut Milk (from Tj's, of course)
1.5 cups of water
1 tbsp. of brown sugar
1 pat of butter
1.5 tsp. of salt

Bring water, rice, coconut milk to a boil.
Add salt and brown sugar and butter.
Allow to boil for about 5-7 minutes, uncovered.
Turn heat down to low and simmer with cover on partially for about 15 minutes
Turn off heat and put the lid completely on for about 5-7 more minutes so that rice can steam a little more.

That sounds good, right? It was. But then I didn't have any protein to eat with it. So I made some frozen vegetables and threw it on top. Then I saw that we had some frozen pita bread and hummus. So hummus and pita was the appetizer, and the rice with veggies was the main course. Embarrassing. That food combination was so dry that I almost drank two full bottles of water.

So where the hell are you? I was calling you so that I could tell you to come home. I think you're coming back tonight. Then I can stop talking to myself all day long. Come home. I'm tired of looking at lipstick all day.

Oh. Embarrassing moment of the day: I was trying to get this new project done and checked today. I've spent enough time on it, even though it's a relatively simple and straightforward thing. Create an education sheet for each of our new launches. I submitted it today to the girl who gave me the project, and she sent it back with all kinds of corrections. Remember when I first started here and had no attention to detail? That was it. I had completely forgotten to delete the things from the previous template and then submitted it. Horrifying. But I corrected it.

Embarrassing moment of the day #2: I was walking through the office and we have these 6-drawer units where each department stacks a ton of makeup. I saw one of these units that had labels on it that read. "Eye Shadow's" and "Blushe's." I wanted to throw up. How can we make so much money in this company and be so illiterate?

So come back. My attention to detail is better when you're around. Speaking of coming home, I decided that another good bi-line for this blog could be "M&Ms and Enemas."

Or, that could be the title! God, I'm smart.