My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

...pissed off. Frustrated. Irritated. Hating my job. Congested. Tired. Not wanting to be here. The bright side is that today is Wednesday. And I have already decided what I want for lunch. Two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches from P.B. Loco, aka the best peanut butter and jelly cafe concept that I have ever seen . I'm getting two sandwiches because I have a buy one get one free coupon. But work, yeah, it sucks today. A lot. Without going into tons of detail - I'm essentially fighting with a person at a different company because they owe us money but they have all these stipulations attached with giving it to us. Which has had me e-mailing and calling our contractor back and forth for over a month now, trying to get all of this straightened out, while the CFO keeps breathing down my back about it and my boss uses a tone with me that I don't like. Like he knows that I'm not incompetent, but he has no other choice but to speak to me like I am because he feels that's

... I want to say wanton. In the sense of the word meaning, in my particular emotional context, spoiled, carefree, lack of regard for authority. The now archaic or defunct definition of the word, as opposed to its current definition, lewd, lascivious, unchaste. The idea that the current definition does not apply to me, however, can be challenged. I digress. :) I guess the word comes to mind in its Shakespearean context, in reference to Juliet's behavior throughout the play. That whole "damn the world" attitude. Petulant. That's a better word. Sitting here working and looking like I care on the outside while inside there's a right wretched Veruca Salt-esque person who is throwing the ultimate shit fit because she is not happy. My inner Veruca does not want to be here at all. But I manage to function anyway. The inner Veruca, while bitching and kicking up a storm right now, knows that she will eventually get her way. In four or five days, it will be ok again. Monda

Who am I kidding? It's Friday! Haaaayyy! So here I sit after an early lunch, with soy sauce splattered on my beloved (yet bootleg from Target) Rutgers hoodie. I might have to ban myself from eating sushi at my desk. I dropped a Philly roll into a practically full mini-cup of soy sauce, and it went "sploosh!" On my hoodie, my jeans, my monitor, my keyboard... ...and my face. Yeah...I'm a genius. In other news... I recently acquired a Nintendo Wii. That's right, bitches. I am automatically cooler than you. (Unless you also have a Wii.) I was prepared to shell out my $250 for the system (my preciously hoarded $100 from X-mas came in handy here). I was prepared to wake up at the crack of dawn on a Sunday morning and wait in the freezing cold for it. I was prepared for the afternoon spent looking for a Virtual Console controller. I was prepared to buy the extra controller and nunchuk. I was prepared for the sore muscles after a hardcore Wii Sports session. I was not pr

Mother Nature, you are such an evil tease. Last week, the temperature got up to a blissfully needed 80 degrees. Two days later we had a wretched ice storm that sent me home early from work and kept my sister at Newark Airport for an entire day. She actually managed to get on a plane, but the de-icing process was taking so long that the airport shut down before they could hit the runway. Today the temp is hovering just around 60, and remnant of last week's storm are still around to remind us that it may technically be spring, but we're not out of the woods yet. Not until May. But the next week looks rather springy, temps in the 50's. Even though we had a relatively mild winter, February was a bitch and I'm sooo over winter. I'm ready to go ahead and start battling the pollen of spring. It makes it easier to space out on stuff because I have my allergy meds to blame and I'll just look generally miserable for about two months. But spring in NYC isn't all that b

Immediately. Right now, I want to be somewhere under an umbrella in a lounge chair with big ass sunglasses on, a good book to read, chill music on my iPod, and someone is regularly bringing me fruity cocktails with the umbrellas in them. And I do mean regularly. No bitching roommates, no bitching co-workers/bosses, no fluorescent lighting (i keep thinking I have grey hair), no dirty dishes, no threat of catching a stomach virus, no ice, snow, or sleet, no sweaters, no well loved Princess Leia boots with a big ass hole on the top of the foot, no headaches, no dry air (and consequently dry skin), no Shoestring, no driving...none of it. And I can watch American Idol whenever I want, because if it hadn't been for me we wouldn't have a DVR in the first place, dammit. I am so over (almost) everything right now, I really am. I spend Monday-Thursday wishing it would hurry up and be Friday already. Then as soon as I get out of work on Friday, I'm running all over the place having a