Pearly whites

In a couple weeks look for a picture of me smiling a huge blinding white set of chompers, because yesterday I ordered an $185 electric toothbrush.

Yes, I really did.

I hate everything

EOM.

Everyone's doing it!

I'm calling this test the PROBULATOR. It is violating my nose and throat!

Jump little hamsters

To distract from my pain, I did a Google Image search for "jumping hamster." It kept wanting to believe what I really wanted was to see Justin Bieber. No, Google!



So I leave you with this:

Doctor YUM

Why isn't this delicious man my doctor, I ask?

My guts

For anyone that wants to follow my triumphs and tribulations with GERD and the likely surgery I am going to have to have, I'm documenting everything on another blog. Read if you dare!

Battle wounds

After the dog park today, I decided to drive by the last building I worked in when I worked at G. As I drove down the road and saw the campus becoming closer, I started having some feelings crop up. I wasn't sure what my reaction would be. I was angry, but also very sad. A tear started welling up in my left eye when I got to it, but I went to the end of the road and turned around. As I drove the other direction, back towards home, I just thought wow, I am SO glad I never have to go back into that building again.

It's obvious there is a lot of pain left and getting a new job doesn't automatically erase all of that. In fact, working has brought up a lot of stuff for me. But in time, as I settle into the new job and everything, it will help erase the scars that I obtained at G.; scars that I desperately want to get rid of.

Color

For the life of me I can never settle on a template for this blog, so I picked a boring old gray one for now. Let's see how long it sticks. Usually I like fun and colors but I just couldn't find anything I liked longer than a minute.

Anyhoo, enjoy this picture of a rainbow that my dog drew with her butt.

Holidays

I don't like holidays. I was trying not to have a bad attitude about this one, but I have to admit I'm just not feeling it. I don't want anything to do with it. And I feel bad for all the turkeys. It really bothers me.

So I've decided to stay in. I want to be alone.

Shame, shame I know your name

Oh Secret Clinical Strength "Waterproof" deodorant, you let me down today. You really did.

And for that you should be ashamed of yourself.

It's hard for a star

Work is exhausting. Absolutely draining. And I only worked three days! But it will get better, I know. It's just been a long time since I've worked and it's going to take some time to adjust. I think if I had started on Monday I would have been in some serious trouble.

But I like it, don't get me wrong. It's a cool place. I can't remember anyone's names except the ones on my team. There are about 8 of us. New jobs are hard. It's been so long since I've been a new employee.

I won't be saying much about work on my blog though. I keeps it real.

Day one

Holy wow, I am tired. Today was good but you know how first days are -- they can be a little uncomfortable because you're new and awkward and don't know anything or anyone. In a week I'll be feeling a lot better I'm sure. :)

I hate AOL. Geez, just trying to sign up for a stupid AIM account -- issues! I don't really know how AOL still exists. Other than that, I got a MacBook Air! A 13" one. Sweet.

Pizza's in the oven and I'm going to stuff my belly and pass out.

WORK!

I start my job TOMORROW and I can't freaking wait. 10am! I wish it were 8! (Hey, that rhymed.) I'm glad my boss isn't going to be Lumbergh.

Perfect 'betch face'

I'm your secret Jew Santa!

Angry bee

This post is only going to make sense to like, two people. But that's OK.


Shout out to IFS!!

Dreaming of badminton

I played badminton all four years of high school, competitively. This wasn't gym class badminton. This wasn't outdoor "BBQ" badminton. This was real badminton. Did you know it's the fastest racket sport? Yep. The "birdie" can fly up to 200mph.

I adored badminton. I couldn't get enough. Well, due to wrist injuries from a year of doing gymnastics, I found it difficult to play. I'd try to get back into it only to injure my wrist after doing very little. I finally gave up for good a few years ago.

I still think about it a lot -- how much I'd love to play. I hoped that my surgeries would make it so I could play again, but they didn't. The damage is there forever.

So I guess I'll just have to settle for playing in my dreams, as I did last night.

Saturday

Need I say more?

Self-esteem and jazz

If you've read my blog, you might know that I've struggled with some issues, and self-esteem has been a BIG one for me my entire life. It's definitely not something I usually like to share. I don't want to walk around with a sign on my head that says, "I have shitty self-esteem."

But I'm actually writing this post to say how much better it is! And it's not just since I nailed this job. It's been on the upswing for a couple of months now. It's not a very long time considering how long I've struggled, but it's something, and for that I am grateful.

I start my new job on Wednesday and I am super excited! (Don't expect me to write much about it though.)

Out with the old...

When I start my new job next Wednesday, it truly begins a new chapter in my life. As you readers know, the last couple of years have been a little rough for me (and at times, that's an understatement). Things weren't good in my old job. I had horrible managers that didn't know what they were doing. They didn't understand what I did. The company has this insane grading thing each quarter where everyone is scored. One person has to exceed expectations while another has to miss them. It's a cruel thing and usually favortism is involved. I lost a lot of respect for the company when I figured out that this is what they do. It's so disappointing.

I hope that my new company mostly just cares about doing good work and let's me do it, rather than trying to micro-manage me and tell me I need to whore myself out to other managers because they also had a part in scoring me each quarter (another ridiculous aspect of the whole thing!).

I'm looking forward to this new job helping me to heal a lot of the wounds I still have from my old job.

Working stiff

I GOT THE JOB!

The actual job offer will be in my inbox tomorrow. :)

Waiting...

Waiting sucks. I'm an impatient person (possibly an understatement). Well, I emailed the HR contact and my feedback has been forwarded to the hiring manager. So, the answer for now is, "Wait more." I should hear back in the next few days.

I'm trying to focus on other things but it's hard. :\

A few things for your consideration.

• San Francisco Muni sometimes smells like dirty snatch.
• Dakota gets to go back to day care.
• I need a major massage or 2 vicodin -- whichever comes first
• Eating disorders suck.
• I want it to be Monday already!
• I have become such an Apple whore in the past 6 months: MacBook Air, iPod Nano (in PINK!), iPad, iPod Touch. Yeah yeah, #consumerwhore #gadgetwhore...
• I sometimes I have a mean head with a lot of mean thoughts.

Anxiety - a NO "like"

2 year old dog -- FREE!

I had to pick Dakota up early today (from day care). She bit another dog! She's been going to this place for over a year and I'm shocked and horrified that she would do such a thing. The dog she bit had to get a staple because the wound was wide. I get to pay for all of this, of course.

She's suspended and might not be allowed back. I kind of think she won't be. What am I going to do then? I'm planning on going back to work this month assuming everything pans out and I can't leave her at home.

Suck.

This might be me