Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
I Googled the
cream I'm using now for skin cancer and found
an alternative one, which I think might be hoax-y. I'm still
debating trying it though. I hate that they can sell me snake oil
based on my desperation.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Sunday, March 27, 2005
I somehow had a Giant Pity Party for myself today, so I did
it in style. I went to the video store and rented chick flicks.
There I sat, watching back to back to back to back movies and eating junk
food. Mmmm, Twix. First, was
The Princess Diaries (I'll have to see #2 someday). That was cute
and had a great quote by Eleanor Roosevelt. "No one can make you feel
inferior without your consent."
Then, it was off to Neverland with Johnny Depp. Who knew that would make me cry so much? I was sobbing by the end of the movie. Mulan 2 did the trick in making my tears stop. :) It wasn't as good as the original, but it was cute and light.
And to finish off my quartet, I watched Bridget Jones 2. I had already read the book, but it was fun to see.
My Pity Party has ended for now.
Then, it was off to Neverland with Johnny Depp. Who knew that would make me cry so much? I was sobbing by the end of the movie. Mulan 2 did the trick in making my tears stop. :) It wasn't as good as the original, but it was cute and light.
And to finish off my quartet, I watched Bridget Jones 2. I had already read the book, but it was fun to see.
My Pity Party has ended for now.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Monday, March 14, 2005
Monday, March 14, 2005
Today was my dreaded annual wellness exam with a new doctor.
The place was a veritable woman-factory with a large sign on the wall saying
they didn't carry medical malpractice insurance in accordance with Florida
law. That seems to be the new trends these days with malpractice
insurance skyrocketing. I was happy that I wasn't going there for any
major procedure.
When I met the doctor finally, I liked him immediately. He had a confident, easy manner. He did give me the "Omg, you're so old and will have retarded kids if you don't hurry" lecture. Part of me was offended because he didn't believe me when I said I wasn't planning on any, and part of me respected him for letting his patients know the risks. Mostly, I just wanted to be done with the whole thing already. He asked me a zillion health questions and repeatedly asked if I actually had a problem like it wasn't believable that I didn't. I was also asked repeatedly about all of the meds I was on. When I said none but the Imitrex as needed, that wasn't received as credible either apparently. What is wrong with our society these days? Does everyone have major problems requiring major meds? Drink lots of water for the medical win, imo!!
When I met the doctor finally, I liked him immediately. He had a confident, easy manner. He did give me the "Omg, you're so old and will have retarded kids if you don't hurry" lecture. Part of me was offended because he didn't believe me when I said I wasn't planning on any, and part of me respected him for letting his patients know the risks. Mostly, I just wanted to be done with the whole thing already. He asked me a zillion health questions and repeatedly asked if I actually had a problem like it wasn't believable that I didn't. I was also asked repeatedly about all of the meds I was on. When I said none but the Imitrex as needed, that wasn't received as credible either apparently. What is wrong with our society these days? Does everyone have major problems requiring major meds? Drink lots of water for the medical win, imo!!
Friday, March 11, 2005
Wednesday, March 9, 2005
Wednesday, March 9, 2005
Yay, I get to fly home today, although I hate flying with a
migraine. Pretty much I hate doing anything with a migraine, except
whining. :p
Actually, even my whining annoys me.
=D Apparently there were all kinds of storms going on in
the northeast which screwed up air travel. I was hopeful that since I
was flying south, I would be okay. Nope. Turns out that there
were severe storms by Ft. Lauderdale airport that prevented my flight from
leaving for over 90 minutes. At this point, I was lying on the
floor of the terminal just wanting to be home.
They finally announced my departure and I walked through the rain into my puddle-jumper plane. I goofed to a friend right before that I hoped my seat had the airsick bag in it. He said if I puked to make sure it was messy. That made me giggle, and I settled into my seat after turning off my phone. The Imitrex was kicking in nicely, and I fell asleep before we even took off. I woke up at the 10,000 feet announcement and 2 seconds before I started drooling. :p
I was right at a good spot in my book (Dirk Pitt was foiling the evil plot) when the plane started getting a little too bumpy. I decided that maybe it would be prudent to stop reading. Looking out the window didn't help either. I wasn't sure where to look cuz closing my eyes made the dizzy, sick, spinning feeling worse. I don't wear a watch but I was sure that we were almost there, so I gave myself a pep talk to not puke for the next 10 minutes. I even tried pushing on the nerve above my lips and turning the air vent on high. We were on a roller coaster gone awry, dropping 15-20 feet at a time, spinning a little bit. I kept waiting for the pilot to say something like they usually do. He never did. I'm guessing he was concentrating hard on flying or betting with the co-pilot how many people he could make sick.
At one point I was wondering if we were going to crash, and my first thought was good, make this fucking pain & misery end already. Then, I realized that this was probably routine for these pilots and they were enjoying themselves like I do when I drive too fast.
The lady in the row behind me had her face buried in a plastic bag. She brought her own, and I was jealous. I finally overcame my shyness and asked the man across the aisle if he had an airsick bag. Both of them looked, and neither did. Did they stop supplying those to save costs? Fuckin' bastards! I rang the call switch and asked the flight attendant for a bag. He was scurrying to get other people bags.
Now I was getting desperate and didn't care about puking in front of strangers. I just didn't want to puke on me or on the floor. It turns out the floor lost cuz the bag came 2 minutes too late. I used it to hide the crime scene, which was tricksy since I splattered the wall going down. I was so humiliated and so sick (but feeling a teensy bit better after lightening my stomach of the Outback I had eaten for lunch). I fished out my emergency tissue from my purse and decided that a vomit emergency trumped a snot emergency any old day. And, I was especially happy to have long hair to hide behind while I was crying and feeling miserable.
I heard the lady behind me yell to just land the plane already. I heard the flight attendant yell to the cockpit that he had half a plane of puking people. I wonder who won their bet. :p I strategized the path of least humiliation, get off first and let everyone walk by and see my mess. Or, get off last and block the sight although the smell would probably permeate the already stale air. That kept my mind busy for the remaining flight time. The flight attendant came by and put a bag of ice on the back of my neck. I felt badly for the poor sucker who had to clean the plane afterwards. :(
I finally saw the sweet sight of over-development and rejoiced when we landed. I opted for choice 1, get the fuck off the plane fast. I caught the irony of the pilot thanking us for flying their airline -- 90 minutes late and thoroughly sick & embarrassed. Because of the heavy rain, we weren't able to get our tarmac-checked bags right then, so now I had to face these people at baggage claim.
My last giggle of the day was hearing my friend's words repeated in my mind, "if you do, make it messy!"
They finally announced my departure and I walked through the rain into my puddle-jumper plane. I goofed to a friend right before that I hoped my seat had the airsick bag in it. He said if I puked to make sure it was messy. That made me giggle, and I settled into my seat after turning off my phone. The Imitrex was kicking in nicely, and I fell asleep before we even took off. I woke up at the 10,000 feet announcement and 2 seconds before I started drooling. :p
I was right at a good spot in my book (Dirk Pitt was foiling the evil plot) when the plane started getting a little too bumpy. I decided that maybe it would be prudent to stop reading. Looking out the window didn't help either. I wasn't sure where to look cuz closing my eyes made the dizzy, sick, spinning feeling worse. I don't wear a watch but I was sure that we were almost there, so I gave myself a pep talk to not puke for the next 10 minutes. I even tried pushing on the nerve above my lips and turning the air vent on high. We were on a roller coaster gone awry, dropping 15-20 feet at a time, spinning a little bit. I kept waiting for the pilot to say something like they usually do. He never did. I'm guessing he was concentrating hard on flying or betting with the co-pilot how many people he could make sick.
At one point I was wondering if we were going to crash, and my first thought was good, make this fucking pain & misery end already. Then, I realized that this was probably routine for these pilots and they were enjoying themselves like I do when I drive too fast.
The lady in the row behind me had her face buried in a plastic bag. She brought her own, and I was jealous. I finally overcame my shyness and asked the man across the aisle if he had an airsick bag. Both of them looked, and neither did. Did they stop supplying those to save costs? Fuckin' bastards! I rang the call switch and asked the flight attendant for a bag. He was scurrying to get other people bags.
Now I was getting desperate and didn't care about puking in front of strangers. I just didn't want to puke on me or on the floor. It turns out the floor lost cuz the bag came 2 minutes too late. I used it to hide the crime scene, which was tricksy since I splattered the wall going down. I was so humiliated and so sick (but feeling a teensy bit better after lightening my stomach of the Outback I had eaten for lunch). I fished out my emergency tissue from my purse and decided that a vomit emergency trumped a snot emergency any old day. And, I was especially happy to have long hair to hide behind while I was crying and feeling miserable.
I heard the lady behind me yell to just land the plane already. I heard the flight attendant yell to the cockpit that he had half a plane of puking people. I wonder who won their bet. :p I strategized the path of least humiliation, get off first and let everyone walk by and see my mess. Or, get off last and block the sight although the smell would probably permeate the already stale air. That kept my mind busy for the remaining flight time. The flight attendant came by and put a bag of ice on the back of my neck. I felt badly for the poor sucker who had to clean the plane afterwards. :(
I finally saw the sweet sight of over-development and rejoiced when we landed. I opted for choice 1, get the fuck off the plane fast. I caught the irony of the pilot thanking us for flying their airline -- 90 minutes late and thoroughly sick & embarrassed. Because of the heavy rain, we weren't able to get our tarmac-checked bags right then, so now I had to face these people at baggage claim.
My last giggle of the day was hearing my friend's words repeated in my mind, "if you do, make it messy!"
Tuesday, March 8, 2005
Tuesday, March 8, 2005
We had a breakout session (yeah that's what they call them)
of just the techies from various divisions. We went around the room
and introduced ourselves, with most spouting out resumes. That broke
the ice and omgoose it smelled like Geek in there. I was the only
female out of 26 of us. That kinda sucked, but no one was sexist
thankfully.
Monday, March 7, 2005
Monday, March 7, 2005
I'm on another mandatory business trip that is in actuality a
company pep rally.
I'm learning new euphemisms like crazy. Yes, that's how I amuse myself at these things. I did honestly enjoy hearing my CEO speak, though. He has such great vision. Anyway, on to the fun stuff:
I know I forgot quite a few. We were bunched in tightly, so I didn't want the guy next to me to see that all of my notes were goofs. :p
I'm learning new euphemisms like crazy. Yes, that's how I amuse myself at these things. I did honestly enjoy hearing my CEO speak, though. He has such great vision. Anyway, on to the fun stuff:
- Bake it into your DNA
- We're going to have a Darwinian bakeoff (my personal fave)
- Further up the trough
- It's a different view of the camel
- Best of breed
- Game over for us/them (used interchangeably)
- Agnostic (technical) platform
I know I forgot quite a few. We were bunched in tightly, so I didn't want the guy next to me to see that all of my notes were goofs. :p
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