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January 31, 2008
So I guess I like Tumblr. Whatever. At least it's not Twitter.
Does this even make sense?
in the end, i suppose even this very sentence is predictable. whatever, i have aetna.
No. No it does not. But maybe it makes you, dear reader, feel a little bit better about yourself.
posted by jessica at 02:35 PM | Comments (0)
January 30, 2008
Just a lettuce wedge and tomatoes, thanks.
The choice of venue might imply that Lohan isn't a total twit, that she's knows what's up--but rolling into Luger in such a fashion pretty much negates the whole thing. Patent-leather quilted ankle boots and a black crushed-velvet jacket? Girl's lucky she even got served without a cranky old waiter smacking the shit out of her.
posted by jessica at 11:28 AM | Comments (0)
January 29, 2008
I'm not good with words and stuff.
Yesterday I had the privilege of being asked to attend a meeting with four or five of my bossfolk--and really it was a privilege, because I'm always surprised (and/or flattered) when my superiors intimate that I'm intelligent enough to be a part of these discussions. Because I'm not. Seriously, I'm not. Case in point: In that very meeting, I mentioned that one project would be able to ride on the "tailcoat" of another.
posted by jessica at 01:38 PM | Comments (0)
January 24, 2008
Restroom Standoff, cont.
You want to know about sacrifice? About the thrill of competition? About the pain, the agony, and the glory of it all? Okay. I can tell you a little about those things.
I just totally lost a Restroom Standoff. Went in, 4 out of 6 stalls were occupied. My heart sank. I wasn't going to give up that easily, however, so I set up camp where I could--the stalls on either side of me were occupied, not a good sign--and steeled myself for a showdown. But the game was over before I even started. The place was in a state of constant turnover; as soon as a stall emptied, some other skank walked in. It was like I hit rush hour. So after 3 minutes, I gave up and some other girl had her shot at solitude.
Now if karma holds true, by the time I finish writing this, I should be able to return to the ladies' room and find it more or less empty. Bet you can't wait to find out what happens!
posted by jessica at 05:25 PM | Comments (0)
January 22, 2008
When IM is your office, this is how your newsroom works
Alright, so Tumblr has its uses: significantly easier to post and re-read IMs. And so I just spent way too much time carefully reconstructing, in order, the very deep discussions stemming from this afternoon's LedgerFrenzy. For posterity, I mean.
posted by jessica at 10:19 PM | Comments (0)
I was just watching Oprah and then Heath died.
I'm working from home today; I've been sick and now have completely lost my voice, so I can't say more than three faint words before fading into breathy silence (not as sexy as it sounds). As my ass is planted on the couch for the first time in some while, I've had the distinctly unpleasant experience of watching Oprah. Today's episode is full of sobbing and confessions, per usual, and it's incredibly pathetic and depressing, per usual. And just as I'm about to write some unintelligible rant about how, no matter what she preaches, Oprah is ultimately a negative force in this world—literally, just as I was typing this—the sad news breaks, mid-Oprah, that Heath Ledger has died of a drug overdose. I repeat: mid-Oprah. Not to make light of his death, but the Oprah timing... Coincidence, I'm sure. Or I've just spent way too much time home alone today.
Semi-related note: Ledger's body was found at 421 Broome Street, a mere block away from Denton's loft. He's already headed out for video, and he'll be Twittering from the police lines shortly. Stay tuned.
posted by jessica at 04:55 PM | Comments (0)
January 17, 2008
Well, actually!
This is really the kind of thing you'd talk about on a Friday, but today seems like a good day to tackle some issues.
For as long as I've worked in offices with multi-stall facilities, I've been somewhat captivated by what I'll call The Restroom Standoff: The waiting game that exists mostly in your head, between you and at least one other person in the stalls--a battle to remain the last one in the restroom so that you can be alone and, ahem, catch up on some reading in peace. If you give up and resign yourself to just trying again later, you lose. Other variations of the Standoff include waiting for someone to finish up doing their hair or makeup, washing their hands, inanely gossiping, etc. All so that you can have the bathroom to yourself and won't be embarrassed by anything unpleasant that might occur whilst doing your business.
The Restroom Standoff operates on karma. You let someone else out-wait you (assuming that's what the bitch who's quietly been in there as long as you have is actually doing) and you lose--but the other person gets to enjoy the relief of dealing with her stuff in solitude. And that was a really nice thing for you to give her. It won't be long until you're the winner of a Restroom Standoff, karma dictating that some other woman will soon give up and leave the bathroom so that you too can have a private moment.
Once I violated that karmic code. It was the end of the day and I was at the sink, primping for post-work nonsense. A co-worker came in, picked her stall, and proceeded to sit there in complete silence while I put on makeup. I knew she was holding a Restroom Standoff, and I still took my time at the sink. Poor thing was clearly waiting but I didn't hurry up, thus betraying the universe or something. And rest assured, it came right back at me the next time I had to go.
posted by jessica at 03:25 PM | Comments (0)
Seriously.
If you were writing for an audience comprised of maybe three people (including yourself) and your father, you'd be static too.
I'm going to go start my Tumblelog now!
posted by jessica at 03:03 PM | Comments (0)
January 04, 2008
Probably not the best time to bring this up
C'mon, sweetheart--it's time to take the Christmas lights down. You're not in Kentwood anymore.
posted by jessica at 02:01 PM | Comments (0)
January 03, 2008
On the meaning of true friendship
Apropos nothing, a friend sends my favorite IM of the day:
"my friend has been macking my addys, and today she gave me a holiday card with 6 klonopin in it."
posted by jessica at 05:33 PM | Comments (0)
January 02, 2008
2008: The first 24
10:30 AM - Call it a "night" and go to bed.
3:15 PM - Wake up.
4:00 PM - Cry.
4:30 PM - Get out of bed.
5:30 PM - Dinner at Ssam Bar.
7:45 PM - Watch episode 12 of Lost season 3.
8:45 PM - Fall asleep 10 minutes into episode 13.
10:15 PM - Wake up, try to do some work, fail.
10:45 PM - Back to bed.
posted by jessica at 12:38 PM | Comments (0)
