Am alive. Hate the collection industry. Hate migraines. Need to win the lottery. Know that works better if you play.
Hate that too many friends are having a crappy time of it right now. {{{ hugs }}} Mine's not crappy, just busy.
:: vanishes back into spin cycle ::
Hate that too many friends are having a crappy time of it right now. {{{ hugs }}} Mine's not crappy, just busy.
:: vanishes back into spin cycle ::
- Current Location:office of doom
- Current Mood:
stressed
- Current Music:Sarah Brightman - "Guardami"
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I'm not having a crappy time of it, just bored. My tiny little first-world problem is that we've had too much rain for me to be able to plant flowers, after spending much of last Saturday preparing the flower bed. Was going to do the planting yesterday after work, but I left work late. Grumble.
I hope the migraine is gone by now. They truly suck.
*chuckle* Not wrong. Which is why I joke about it instead of actually playing it.
Man, would it be nice, though...
And yeah, the migraine gave up the three-day ghost. I should really think about getting a prescription again. I let it lapse because they only happen maybe once every two or three months, but they're mighty annoying when they do, and the Excedrin doesn't quite cut it. :-P
Nothing, say, a three-week vacation from everything won't cure... %-}
I have to go to some party tonight and attempt to sell my company's services. Can I TELL you how not thrilled I am about this? *I* don't even like my company, why would I want to sell our services?
And I hate talking to stragners.
I'm good at pure schmooze -- e.g. opera or theatre fundraisers, where the performers just have to be friendly and charming, and the board members are the ones who put the squeeze on for contributions once we've sparkled at the patrons for a while -- but combining it with actually having to try to sell something is of the SEVERE suck. But I'm a weird creature who'll talk to pretty much anyone.
So when Darrell brings me over to introduce me to a guy that I've talked to on the phone a few times, that works fine. And we talk a little about the project and he asks me how long I've been working there and about my past jobs. And I answer questions and make fun on NJ and all is well.
Or if someone approaches ME and wants to talk, I can deal with that as well.
But I am not the social butterfly that apparently my boss is. That thing that people learn to do at parties where they just chat up strangers... that was never part of my development. Something I lament, but there it is. And I could have told her that if she'd asked me if this would be something I'd be good at.
Also. Heels suck. I do not appreciate the blisters I now have.
Good luck with the industry and the head. Ick.
Yes! Exactly!
They should have a special lottery for that. Instead of one ginormous jackpot, just have several, say, "$50K a year for 10 years" ones.
I'm sure it doesn't hold up to statistical logic, but it's a nice thought. :-)
That being said, I will probably buy a mega millions ticket or two for Friday. 196 million! Why should some old guy win it, I say. I could make much better use.