May 1st, 2007

Wicked Inside

*pouty & sneezy*

Yesterday, today and tomorrow are Jean (& Sneaker) Days?

And no one told me? WTF?

*more pouty*

How is it that I miss these memoes???


Oh, and to whomever is spraying that stinky stuff up here on Six:

Please KNOCK IT OFF. I'm sneezy and itchy-eyed already; I do NOT need a migraine, too. Bleah.
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Brown-eyed Stare

A Little About My Cough (or: I am NOT Typhoid Mary)

Hello, world.

I have asthma and seasonal allergies. I am not dying (at least not yet), nor am I bearing some awful contaigion. I do not need to be a) monitored, b) fired for coughing, c) fed tea and chicken soup all day (although I do like the tea), and/or d) looked at strangely. I have lungs, just like you do. I also have allergies, same as many of you do. But because I have both asthma and allergies, my triggers may be a bit more sensitive than yours.

Please be aware of this when you spray COPIOUS AMOUNTS of fake-smelling air fresheners in a poorly-ventilated office bathroom. Despite appearances, I *do* like breathing, and wish to continue enjoying this little daily pleasure for a long, long time.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

Additionally, here's a bit more information for you on asthma, so that you can understand that I HAVE NOT COME TO INFECT YOUR OFFICE, OR YOUR LIFE:

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    bitchy slightly peeved
Brown-eyed Stare

This isn't funny anymore.

Okay. I'll give. Joke's over.

I've received over 300 msgs on my phone today. Right now, my SMS inbox is full, with 87 more msgs coming in. Each time I do a mass delete on them, another +/- 80 come back in. I have turned my SMS feature here off completely, but they're still coming.

Not Cool.

And yes, I subscribed to the 1000 msgs per month package -- but I did NOT want to get them all in one day. And yes, I've complained, to both entities: Gmail says it's T-Mobile, and T-Mobile says it's Gmail.

This isn't funny anymore.

I don't care WHO it is, only that it STOPS NOW.
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    pissed off Not Happy
Brown-eyed Stare


Ye gods and little fishes.

It stopped. The infernal beeping stopped.

(Yes, sometimes too much of a good thing is just that: TOO MUCH.)

I think that.... perhaps I may safely receive SMS msgs now.


But please, for the Love of Whatever you hold sacred, keep them short and to the point, and One Message Each.

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    relieved relieved
Brown-eyed Stare

(no subject)

This is me, officially trippin' out.

According to Tmobile, I 've only used 38 SMS msgs, since Sunday. This includes the fiasco from earlier.


Um... WTF???

Quickee Quickee

First: A big Thank You to southplains for driving my butt home from choir (thereby saving me an hour on the bus, and 2 1/2 hours waiting for another bus). You, sir, are kind and helpful, and even listened to my babbling on the way home. :-) You deserve a medal! :-D

Second: HAPPY BIRTHDAY livingdeadpan!!! I hope you got some good cake, and a fun day. :-)

Third: Choir "stuff" has been taken care of. *takes several long, deep, cleansing breaths* Thank Goodness. It could have gone a lot worse, and I think some important mending took place. I am incredibly grateful to this group for the love and support I received while battling cancer, and I'll be damned if simple things are gonna divide us now. (Note to others: NOT to get in the Deb's way once she's gotten stubborn. It ISN'T pretty.) :-D

Now, I need to continue bringing my MIDI cd to work, to listen while I do my auditing (and remember to NOT sing in my cube). There were a few spots I'm not completely familiar with (along with quite a few plain-boneheaded misses I made, because I was tired and emotionally-drained). Does our Beloved Artistic Director not realize that crying (and attempting to facilitate dialogue and be supportive to others as well) is *exhausting*??? He's a sterner soul than I am, and probably has lots more stamina -- but I can work on that, too.

Fourth: Work continues, but now I can actually accomplish the tasks they've asked me to do. Mirabile vesu. And I HOPEhopeHOPE to hear good things back from that Law Firm, soon. I do, I do. I could really use a permanent job, with benefits, and the chance to really use my talents to the fullest (not to mention a raise in pay, and intellectual stimulation). So I'm crossing fingers and toes -- I should hear by Friday.

And now, I shall commence to go shower, then splat. It's been a LOOOOONG day, and tomorrow is not looking short.

PS: The closest I got to celebrating May Day is right now, clothes-free, bathed in moonlight and laptop-glow. I hope that counts. If not, I *promise* I will seek help from a Loved One soon, and rectify the situation!!! :-)

**Hugs** G'night all.
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