I am feeling so damned smart right now. I made links all by my lonely self! The Christmas music started at work today. A little later than last year, but still just as annoying. Don't get me wrong. I like Christmas Carols. I like to sing along. I just don't want to hear them all day. Since I'm in a different department this year, it is even worse. Instead of the one radio station that I was attacked with last year, I get three....simultaneously. Horray! Fun stuff. At least this year I get to mix it up a little. Instead of reading things like "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from your friends at Lockheed Martin" all day while I listen to the hap-hap-happiest music, I get to type business cards and letterheads and all types of non-christmas related things! Makes those "Oh by gosh by golly, it's time for mistletoe and holly" songs easier to take. But anyhoo... Thanksgiving is over now. Thank what ever deity you worship. I ate entirely too much. I lounged around in my bathrobe. I severed part of my thumb nail making cranberry relish. I watched Bond movies with Holly and Sean. I'm not really a Bond fan, but I must admit that I had no idea that they were so funny. Are they supposed to be funny?? I haven't heard from The Boy in a week. I'm starting to worry a little. Maybe I should call him. He's probably testing me...waiting to see how long it will take before I call him. He complains that I never call. It's true, I don't. But on the rare times that I do, he is never home. I guess it's the thought that counts, tho. Well, I think of calling all the time. Even say things like, "I'm gonna call The Boy tonight." I just never actually do it. But I might. You never know. I'm tricky like that. Notice how I jump around from topic to topic? Get used to it. I will be doing it often. But hey, I warned you people in my subtitle thingy. It's a mess in here. posted by Beth 10:10 PM . . . Thursday, November 28, 2002 Sometimes people are way too loud in my head. They may think that they are speaking normally, but the sound is magnified 100 times in my head. Two of the women I work with do this. They cause me great pain. Sometimes just the sound of their voices can send me straight over the edge. For example, the most annoying one talks to herself. Yes, I know, everyone does this. I do this. But at least when I am talking to myself at work, it pertains to the GOD DAMNED JOB!! I don't suddenly start talking TO MYSELF about my dog. Today was one of those "please don't let her speak" days so of course she had to go on a 13 minute (yes I timed her) tirade about how a job was entered twice with 2 separate logos. I thought it was over after 13 minutes, but no. Five minutes later she started again. Not being able to take it anymore, I took the job from her, fixed it, showed her that she is a moron because there were supposed to be 2 separate jobs with different logos, and then walked away before she could talk again. Bah. This brings me to my other little rant. I hate Celine Dion and I have an equal dislike of Whitney Houston. It's not only the lyrics, it's the over all sound. Yes, phrases like I believe the children are our future and I will always love you leave me a little cold. If the children are our future, then we might as well all pop the cyanide capsules now cuz we be doomed. And sorry, but I will always love you is a promise no one can keep. It's a nice sentiment, I just don't buy it. Let's not forget Celine. You're here, there's nothing I fear?? PLEASE! I don't care who was with me, if I was on a sinking ship with water gushing everywhere, I'd be a tad bit unsettled. Buddha could be standing next to me in all his enlightened glory, Trent Reznor could be on his knees doing lovely things with his tongue, and I would still be fearing the raging water. Geesh. But as I said, it's not just the lyrics. It's the sound. Why do they have to be so loud in my head?? Yes, I do like male singers who wail some, maybe even bellow a little but that is different. Men (with the obvious exception of Axel Rose) lack that ear-splitting, shrill tone quality that most women possess. Male vocalists yell and it almost seems soothing, women do it and it's more of an "oh god, please stop the screaming. My ears are bleeding. Only dolphins can handle this" type of situation. posted by Beth 1:35 AM . . . Wednesday, November 27, 2002 Well, here I am. Jumping on the bandwagon. I have nothing of import to say...ever...so this should be a glorious waste of time of for everyone involved. posted by Beth 6:44 PM . . .
Sometimes people are way too loud in my head. They may think that they are speaking normally, but the sound is magnified 100 times in my head. Two of the women I work with do this. They cause me great pain. Sometimes just the sound of their voices can send me straight over the edge. For example, the most annoying one talks to herself. Yes, I know, everyone does this. I do this. But at least when I am talking to myself at work, it pertains to the GOD DAMNED JOB!! I don't suddenly start talking TO MYSELF about my dog. Today was one of those "please don't let her speak" days so of course she had to go on a 13 minute (yes I timed her) tirade about how a job was entered twice with 2 separate logos. I thought it was over after 13 minutes, but no. Five minutes later she started again. Not being able to take it anymore, I took the job from her, fixed it, showed her that she is a moron because there were supposed to be 2 separate jobs with different logos, and then walked away before she could talk again. Bah. This brings me to my other little rant. I hate Celine Dion and I have an equal dislike of Whitney Houston. It's not only the lyrics, it's the over all sound. Yes, phrases like I believe the children are our future and I will always love you leave me a little cold. If the children are our future, then we might as well all pop the cyanide capsules now cuz we be doomed. And sorry, but I will always love you is a promise no one can keep. It's a nice sentiment, I just don't buy it. Let's not forget Celine. You're here, there's nothing I fear?? PLEASE! I don't care who was with me, if I was on a sinking ship with water gushing everywhere, I'd be a tad bit unsettled. Buddha could be standing next to me in all his enlightened glory, Trent Reznor could be on his knees doing lovely things with his tongue, and I would still be fearing the raging water. Geesh. But as I said, it's not just the lyrics. It's the sound. Why do they have to be so loud in my head?? Yes, I do like male singers who wail some, maybe even bellow a little but that is different. Men (with the obvious exception of Axel Rose) lack that ear-splitting, shrill tone quality that most women possess. Male vocalists yell and it almost seems soothing, women do it and it's more of an "oh god, please stop the screaming. My ears are bleeding. Only dolphins can handle this" type of situation. posted by Beth 1:35 AM . . . Wednesday, November 27, 2002 Well, here I am. Jumping on the bandwagon. I have nothing of import to say...ever...so this should be a glorious waste of time of for everyone involved. posted by Beth 6:44 PM . . .
Well, here I am. Jumping on the bandwagon. I have nothing of import to say...ever...so this should be a glorious waste of time of for everyone involved. posted by Beth 6:44 PM . . .
