I am poped.
The night before... last night I have dreamt about going to the doc which was also some city hall like building and there were some bomb threats so me and my mom had to leave. And it was raining and as usual the tram lines were weird like in all of my dreams. (Going in different ways, going into different dimensions or ending up in totally weird places, you pick.)
And last nigth I dreamt that I was back at training and there was some sort of emergency and we were left to have some break for an hour or two because some terrorist attack destroyed half of America and letters were scarce... Also, we were in bunkers and it was constantly raining...
Anyway, this is all for today.
I'm really tired.
But I found this during random browsing and found it really funny.
Because Manson embarrasses easily.
Read it and laugh.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
We don't go home with Sylar, do we?
Today was the first day of my 10 hour work per day week (4 days' work). Ouch. Those two hours? They really do hurt.
I was also banished from Hobbitsville, as we were packed full by noon when I arrived for work. Alas, I was banished to the fringes of Middle Earth, to the lonesome, rundown computers behind the tech guys.
And boy, those tech guys have the dirtiest mouths ever. They scream and shout profanities. But... they are still rather hot. Especially now, since the long haired metal loving guys crawled back from the Metal Fest. With a hangover. Heh.
Anyway, imagine my delight when I bumped into Sylar! He winked at me as he passed me! Well either that or he had something is his eye. I think he had something in his eye... Uhm... yeah... no. He probably had something in his eye as he smiled at me but I wish, I hope he winked at me. I'm so hopeless. And I don't even like the guy...
...or do I?
Anyway, imagine my surprise (I changed computers twice - the first computer was a pile of useless crap so I had to switch - and then back into Hobbitsville to be among my hairy-footed kind, oh, the irony!)... so imagine my surprise, when I ran into Sylar in the evening.
I asked him: aren't you in the morning shift? He blinked in surprise and said: yeah, I usually am, but I'm doing the evening shift just this once.
And since then I had this inkling feeling that maybe, just maybe I will be lucky...
And the mails kept coming and I had the biggest headache ever and there came a huuuuge kickass storm.
We saw it coming from miles away. I asked my fave blocking agents to check up on something and I saw the darkness looming on the horizon. And then it came closer... and closer... And it became night three hours early.
And then the hailstorm hit. The super cell was above us and lightning and hail and everything poured... We couldn't see anything. I kid you not.
And when the storm was mostly over and it became normal rain, the street below us became a lake. Cars looked like ships and pedestrians were knee-deep in water.
Whoa. And we did not see the double rainbow, but thank the gods that my mom saw my camera and took a few pictures. ^^
Anyway, when I was done for the day, the water ebbed away, mostly. And I went down. Sylar was nowhere to be found. Sniff.
But when I walked to the bus stop... he was there, smoking like a chimney, leaning on his big umbrella like a walking stick. If I didn't think he was hot so far... I would have at that moment.
Anyway, lucky me, the girls he was chatting with got on the other bus and he started edging closer to me just as I was edging closer to him. Hah. And then he asked what bus I was waiting for, so I told him. He told me he was waiting for that one too. I told him I knew.
I think he was surprised... and not in the best way... shocked would be a better word. I told him we met on the bus a while back. He said he was on painkillers and his brain was poop. Gods, the man has style. :P
Anyway... another coworker came so we did not chitchat a lot. (No, I do not like her. That woman is looney. She talks and sings to herself and she starts talking to you while you are doing something else and she is not bothered when she is talking to thin air...) But luckily she got off after two stops and we... chatted some more.
He likes the Egyptian religion. He has an ex-gf, who was a theologist. He has a good idea about freemasons but he said the less I (we?) know the better. Hmm. He is also an evening person, but he usually prefers working mornings. And he likes beer.
Oh and I know approximately where he lives.
Well well well.
I think I could have handled our chat a lot better, but alas, I was out of my frikkin mind with... shock, excitement, amazement, whatever.
I'm just kinda sad that I was playing the staring game with a clueless idiot like him.
Actually, I wonder what the hell he thought we were doing in the first place.
Are all pretty people this stoopid? (Sigh.)
Or am I just that insignificant to him? (Ouch.)
I was also banished from Hobbitsville, as we were packed full by noon when I arrived for work. Alas, I was banished to the fringes of Middle Earth, to the lonesome, rundown computers behind the tech guys.
And boy, those tech guys have the dirtiest mouths ever. They scream and shout profanities. But... they are still rather hot. Especially now, since the long haired metal loving guys crawled back from the Metal Fest. With a hangover. Heh.
Anyway, imagine my delight when I bumped into Sylar! He winked at me as he passed me! Well either that or he had something is his eye. I think he had something in his eye... Uhm... yeah... no. He probably had something in his eye as he smiled at me but I wish, I hope he winked at me. I'm so hopeless. And I don't even like the guy...
...or do I?
Anyway, imagine my surprise (I changed computers twice - the first computer was a pile of useless crap so I had to switch - and then back into Hobbitsville to be among my hairy-footed kind, oh, the irony!)... so imagine my surprise, when I ran into Sylar in the evening.
I asked him: aren't you in the morning shift? He blinked in surprise and said: yeah, I usually am, but I'm doing the evening shift just this once.
And since then I had this inkling feeling that maybe, just maybe I will be lucky...
And the mails kept coming and I had the biggest headache ever and there came a huuuuge kickass storm.
We saw it coming from miles away. I asked my fave blocking agents to check up on something and I saw the darkness looming on the horizon. And then it came closer... and closer... And it became night three hours early.
And then the hailstorm hit. The super cell was above us and lightning and hail and everything poured... We couldn't see anything. I kid you not.
And when the storm was mostly over and it became normal rain, the street below us became a lake. Cars looked like ships and pedestrians were knee-deep in water.
Whoa. And we did not see the double rainbow, but thank the gods that my mom saw my camera and took a few pictures. ^^
Anyway, when I was done for the day, the water ebbed away, mostly. And I went down. Sylar was nowhere to be found. Sniff.
But when I walked to the bus stop... he was there, smoking like a chimney, leaning on his big umbrella like a walking stick. If I didn't think he was hot so far... I would have at that moment.
Anyway, lucky me, the girls he was chatting with got on the other bus and he started edging closer to me just as I was edging closer to him. Hah. And then he asked what bus I was waiting for, so I told him. He told me he was waiting for that one too. I told him I knew.
I think he was surprised... and not in the best way... shocked would be a better word. I told him we met on the bus a while back. He said he was on painkillers and his brain was poop. Gods, the man has style. :P
Anyway... another coworker came so we did not chitchat a lot. (No, I do not like her. That woman is looney. She talks and sings to herself and she starts talking to you while you are doing something else and she is not bothered when she is talking to thin air...) But luckily she got off after two stops and we... chatted some more.
He likes the Egyptian religion. He has an ex-gf, who was a theologist. He has a good idea about freemasons but he said the less I (we?) know the better. Hmm. He is also an evening person, but he usually prefers working mornings. And he likes beer.
Oh and I know approximately where he lives.
Well well well.
I think I could have handled our chat a lot better, but alas, I was out of my frikkin mind with... shock, excitement, amazement, whatever.
I'm just kinda sad that I was playing the staring game with a clueless idiot like him.
Actually, I wonder what the hell he thought we were doing in the first place.
Are all pretty people this stoopid? (Sigh.)
Or am I just that insignificant to him? (Ouch.)
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Well, I was right
Well, I was right. But I'm not too happy about it this time.
I went to the second hand book store and found a few Stephen King books. But of course not the ones I wanted to buy, as listed yesterday. So I told you so.
Instead I bought: Lisey' Story, Different Seasons (four stories), The Shining (yeah... I guess I wanna know why the guys are so hung upon it).
When I left the shop, a raindrop landed on the tip of my nose. It started raining lightly, until I got close to the metro station, then it began to pour. So I took the metro to the bead store. Where it was sunny.
I bought A few crystals (new, shiny rings with pretty colours like gentian violet/prussian blue and sap green!!) 4mm, 100 pieces per bag. I already have a ring made of the prussian blues. Pretty!
When I left the shop rain began to fall again, yay.
Went home, got told my grandpa's cell phone got stolen so he bought a new model that had a new sim card, but he got another with his old phone number. So I don't have to go buy a phone number, yay.
And now I shall look up an online store if they have Night Shift and if I could have it by... Wednesday, maybe.
I went to the second hand book store and found a few Stephen King books. But of course not the ones I wanted to buy, as listed yesterday. So I told you so.
Instead I bought: Lisey' Story, Different Seasons (four stories), The Shining (yeah... I guess I wanna know why the guys are so hung upon it).
When I left the shop, a raindrop landed on the tip of my nose. It started raining lightly, until I got close to the metro station, then it began to pour. So I took the metro to the bead store. Where it was sunny.
I bought A few crystals (new, shiny rings with pretty colours like gentian violet/prussian blue and sap green!!) 4mm, 100 pieces per bag. I already have a ring made of the prussian blues. Pretty!
When I left the shop rain began to fall again, yay.
Went home, got told my grandpa's cell phone got stolen so he bought a new model that had a new sim card, but he got another with his old phone number. So I don't have to go buy a phone number, yay.
And now I shall look up an online store if they have Night Shift and if I could have it by... Wednesday, maybe.
And it's pink
I was early to arrive to my usual bus stop, so I went to the shop in front of it: stationery shop. Oh, horrors!
I bought a pink pen. And today I wrote my daily work-paper in pink. No, not divulging any details. I do not wanna get recognized. :P
But I met Sylar today. He greeted me, I greeted him back, it was all nice. He is still rather hot, but my nervousness is pretty much gone. I guess he is not all mysterious and totally manly.
The tall guy who is sometimes... dunno, he seems to lightly pick on me or tease me sometimes helped me out and smiled at me a lot. Mixed signals. I wonder if he hates me or likes me or what. I'll nickname him Giraffe, for future reference. ^^ I wonder if he wants to be my next ex. He is tall enough...
I also met and got introduced to a guy in the next department. He looks kind of like Anders and... yeah, blue eyed and totally blond too. He is... pretty nice. I thought he hated my guts. Not that I care about trivial things like that. Seems like he just stares morosely out of his skull at us sometimes.
I also got mistaken for someone at the tech department. (There are NO girls in the tech department, but thanks for the compliment.) I told the woman that just because I wear Martens and black mostly I am not a tech person. But this prejudice I let slide. She laughed and admitted she sees me talking to the tech guys a lot so she thought...
Well well well. I talk to the tech guys a lot? News for me, but what the hell. Too bad they are all at the Metal Fest while I had to work the night shift and miss it. Sniffles.
Also, guys seem to notice that I'm reading Stephen King. I just felt like it, but random guys tend to say: "Oh wow, you are reading Stephen King?! Awesome! Have you read The Shining?" It is getting a bit irritating. And when I tell them I wrote my final thesis about Lovecraft and his Cthulhu Mythos, their jaw hits the floor.
I think I'll be nicknamed the horror chick. Which is pretty far from the truth. Le sigh. I think Giraffe secretly expected me to read romance novels and watch Titanic reruns. He started acting differently towards me when I reassured one of my colleagues when he was describing something gruesome that I'm not a delicate flower.
Well, I'm not. But this totally not delicate flower is scared shitless of the black guy who is calling me from random numbers. So I will drag my non-delicate flower soul and buy another phone number. Might just use it for a few months, hopefully. Although if I find a cool one, I might just switch over... not much chance tho.
Oh and of course, it'll be a private number. I'll make damn sure nobody sends me spam, or I will sue. Bwahahaha.
...so. Off to sleep. I need to buy some cheap, second-hand Stephen King anthologies tomorrow. I wanna buy Night Shift, if possible and maybe the Dark Tower books. Although now that I have said this, I won't be able to find it tomorrow. Meh.
I bought a pink pen. And today I wrote my daily work-paper in pink. No, not divulging any details. I do not wanna get recognized. :P
But I met Sylar today. He greeted me, I greeted him back, it was all nice. He is still rather hot, but my nervousness is pretty much gone. I guess he is not all mysterious and totally manly.
The tall guy who is sometimes... dunno, he seems to lightly pick on me or tease me sometimes helped me out and smiled at me a lot. Mixed signals. I wonder if he hates me or likes me or what. I'll nickname him Giraffe, for future reference. ^^ I wonder if he wants to be my next ex. He is tall enough...
I also met and got introduced to a guy in the next department. He looks kind of like Anders and... yeah, blue eyed and totally blond too. He is... pretty nice. I thought he hated my guts. Not that I care about trivial things like that. Seems like he just stares morosely out of his skull at us sometimes.
I also got mistaken for someone at the tech department. (There are NO girls in the tech department, but thanks for the compliment.) I told the woman that just because I wear Martens and black mostly I am not a tech person. But this prejudice I let slide. She laughed and admitted she sees me talking to the tech guys a lot so she thought...
Well well well. I talk to the tech guys a lot? News for me, but what the hell. Too bad they are all at the Metal Fest while I had to work the night shift and miss it. Sniffles.
Also, guys seem to notice that I'm reading Stephen King. I just felt like it, but random guys tend to say: "Oh wow, you are reading Stephen King?! Awesome! Have you read The Shining?" It is getting a bit irritating. And when I tell them I wrote my final thesis about Lovecraft and his Cthulhu Mythos, their jaw hits the floor.
I think I'll be nicknamed the horror chick. Which is pretty far from the truth. Le sigh. I think Giraffe secretly expected me to read romance novels and watch Titanic reruns. He started acting differently towards me when I reassured one of my colleagues when he was describing something gruesome that I'm not a delicate flower.
Well, I'm not. But this totally not delicate flower is scared shitless of the black guy who is calling me from random numbers. So I will drag my non-delicate flower soul and buy another phone number. Might just use it for a few months, hopefully. Although if I find a cool one, I might just switch over... not much chance tho.
Oh and of course, it'll be a private number. I'll make damn sure nobody sends me spam, or I will sue. Bwahahaha.
...so. Off to sleep. I need to buy some cheap, second-hand Stephen King anthologies tomorrow. I wanna buy Night Shift, if possible and maybe the Dark Tower books. Although now that I have said this, I won't be able to find it tomorrow. Meh.
I'm an idiot!!
I was an idiot. I gave out my phone number to some black guy from Ghana, just to get him to stop following me. As you might imagine, I am still beating myself up inside for my stupidity. I was a moron, plain and simple.
Since then he has been calling me from different numbers, always while I am working.
My folks suggested I change my phone number. I very well might do so. Might want to check for numbers tomorrow while I go shopping.
Gods, I'm such an idiot. ><
Next time a black guy starts following me (this wasn't the first time!!) like that, I am going to run into the first store and tell and employee to call the cops as he is harassing me.
Gods, I'm an idiot.
*sob*
Since then he has been calling me from different numbers, always while I am working.
My folks suggested I change my phone number. I very well might do so. Might want to check for numbers tomorrow while I go shopping.
Gods, I'm such an idiot. ><
Next time a black guy starts following me (this wasn't the first time!!) like that, I am going to run into the first store and tell and employee to call the cops as he is harassing me.
Gods, I'm an idiot.
*sob*
Monday, May 17, 2010
A productive day's blog
Well. Today was eventful.
I will draw it out and tell it from the start.
I woke up at 3 in the morning, badly needing the little girl's room. The storm that has been raging here since about Saturday was raging still, rain beating my window along other things... like twigs.
I tried to go back to sleep and woke up at 4:15. There was a rainbow when I went out, already dressed up to check the weather. (See picture.)
I was planning on going by bus, but my dad was nice enough to take me to my workplace by car, so I arrived at 5:30. The porter didn't even ask for my card. Obviously nobody would want to break in in that hellish weather so damn early in the morning.
Btw, they registered the wind at 162 km/hour at its strongest today morning.
So. I was the second one in. There was a lone guy, tech guy of course, doing the 24 hour chat thingy. We talked, as I felt safe enough to approach him. He is a nice tech guy, newbie like me and he is going to the Metal Fest. He is fun. ^^
Then people started to arrive. I was greeted by the hot tech guy (lip ring guy) and a few others. We had a few weird letters. I even had Cliff chatting with me. A nice start for a day, eh?
But the letters started to dwindle, so I went to the kitchen on my first break to eat. Guess who greeted me there.
Yup. Sylar/Smith was there. With some girls, chatting. I said hi guys. I must admit, since he wasn't around last week and the tech guys were so nice I pretty much moved on. So I did not freeze up. He said hi loudly back to me.
The letters were still dwindling, so I had time to run out to the tech guys to ask for advice and so on. We had fun, joked, etc.
And then someone told me they were giving out free candy in front of the building. (Last time they gave out crackers. We seem to get some of this attention. Nice, eh?) So I went down and got some, with melon flavor. Musk melon, to be precise.
It was yummy. Still is. So I wanted to do down again and get more. I asked the girls next to me if they wanted to come down, and finally one of them did. We went down, got some fresh air but she did not want to get TicTac, so we didn't.
Guess who was in the lift with us. Yup. Sylar incarnate. Then he announced to the girl he was with and to us too, I guess, that he was totally hyped up and he started shadow-boxing. Yup, that sound was my dreams crashing to the ground. I turned around, trying not to show the rolling of my eyes.
So. Went back. Still no mail. Waited for a long time, until I had to ask a billing question. The other girl next to me suggested asking someone from billing and stood up, making me follow her. She walked up to the billing line, looking for someone who had time. I saw Sylar from miles away. He was the first who stood up asking what kind... so my nice coworker said, oh, she needs some help about some billing issue.
Yup. She just introduced me and fixed me up with Sylar incarnate. Just like that. And he looked at me. As usual I blushed beet red and told him what was wrong.
He told me he had to see this. I said sure, follow me. And I went. And when I turned back I saw he was strolling to my workstation at a snail's pace. Ooops, I said. Nervous much?
Well. He looked, he explained, he said I was most welcome and went back. What an ass. Nope, not talking about his personality. Whoa.
I was snickering and grinning like an idiot for an hour.
And then I got another billing issue. Nobody in my department knew where to route the letter so...
I took a candy (I keep some rose hip candy - with vitamin C - with me, it is always handy when asking others for help... they help me more if I am nice... and it is always fun to say: I come bearing gifts) and went to... yup, Sylar. He asked the others, because they did not know either and after that he said: ok, just send it over to us and we will handle it.
And then I handed him the candy. He refused to take it but I did not take no, so he accepted it at last. Told him it was yummy and had vitamin C. He... smiled and said that was good.
Well. He is decidedly not my dreamguy. But he is decent. Or he was so far. He might be calling me the crazy bitch from hell tomorrow.
After this, I waited a few more hours without mail and then my shift ended.
Went to buy some yarn first and found some very very pretty ones. Like one I have been ogling for a long time in a shop. Yay!!
Then I bought some crystal beads for more rings... will have to make some piccies...
Then I went to the doc to get a neck ultrasound. Guess what. I have a lump in my neck. Once I will have free time I will go to the doc with all the results. A doc I select.
I wonder if they'll fire me when I take a month off to recuperate from the operation.
Then I came home and decided to blog before I make another ring and crochet something.
I will draw it out and tell it from the start.
I woke up at 3 in the morning, badly needing the little girl's room. The storm that has been raging here since about Saturday was raging still, rain beating my window along other things... like twigs.
I tried to go back to sleep and woke up at 4:15. There was a rainbow when I went out, already dressed up to check the weather. (See picture.)
I was planning on going by bus, but my dad was nice enough to take me to my workplace by car, so I arrived at 5:30. The porter didn't even ask for my card. Obviously nobody would want to break in in that hellish weather so damn early in the morning.
Btw, they registered the wind at 162 km/hour at its strongest today morning.
So. I was the second one in. There was a lone guy, tech guy of course, doing the 24 hour chat thingy. We talked, as I felt safe enough to approach him. He is a nice tech guy, newbie like me and he is going to the Metal Fest. He is fun. ^^
Then people started to arrive. I was greeted by the hot tech guy (lip ring guy) and a few others. We had a few weird letters. I even had Cliff chatting with me. A nice start for a day, eh?
But the letters started to dwindle, so I went to the kitchen on my first break to eat. Guess who greeted me there.
Yup. Sylar/Smith was there. With some girls, chatting. I said hi guys. I must admit, since he wasn't around last week and the tech guys were so nice I pretty much moved on. So I did not freeze up. He said hi loudly back to me.
The letters were still dwindling, so I had time to run out to the tech guys to ask for advice and so on. We had fun, joked, etc.
And then someone told me they were giving out free candy in front of the building. (Last time they gave out crackers. We seem to get some of this attention. Nice, eh?) So I went down and got some, with melon flavor. Musk melon, to be precise.
It was yummy. Still is. So I wanted to do down again and get more. I asked the girls next to me if they wanted to come down, and finally one of them did. We went down, got some fresh air but she did not want to get TicTac, so we didn't.
Guess who was in the lift with us. Yup. Sylar incarnate. Then he announced to the girl he was with and to us too, I guess, that he was totally hyped up and he started shadow-boxing. Yup, that sound was my dreams crashing to the ground. I turned around, trying not to show the rolling of my eyes.
So. Went back. Still no mail. Waited for a long time, until I had to ask a billing question. The other girl next to me suggested asking someone from billing and stood up, making me follow her. She walked up to the billing line, looking for someone who had time. I saw Sylar from miles away. He was the first who stood up asking what kind... so my nice coworker said, oh, she needs some help about some billing issue.
Yup. She just introduced me and fixed me up with Sylar incarnate. Just like that. And he looked at me. As usual I blushed beet red and told him what was wrong.
He told me he had to see this. I said sure, follow me. And I went. And when I turned back I saw he was strolling to my workstation at a snail's pace. Ooops, I said. Nervous much?
Well. He looked, he explained, he said I was most welcome and went back. What an ass. Nope, not talking about his personality. Whoa.
I was snickering and grinning like an idiot for an hour.
And then I got another billing issue. Nobody in my department knew where to route the letter so...
I took a candy (I keep some rose hip candy - with vitamin C - with me, it is always handy when asking others for help... they help me more if I am nice... and it is always fun to say: I come bearing gifts) and went to... yup, Sylar. He asked the others, because they did not know either and after that he said: ok, just send it over to us and we will handle it.
And then I handed him the candy. He refused to take it but I did not take no, so he accepted it at last. Told him it was yummy and had vitamin C. He... smiled and said that was good.
Well. He is decidedly not my dreamguy. But he is decent. Or he was so far. He might be calling me the crazy bitch from hell tomorrow.
After this, I waited a few more hours without mail and then my shift ended.
Went to buy some yarn first and found some very very pretty ones. Like one I have been ogling for a long time in a shop. Yay!!
Then I bought some crystal beads for more rings... will have to make some piccies...
Then I went to the doc to get a neck ultrasound. Guess what. I have a lump in my neck. Once I will have free time I will go to the doc with all the results. A doc I select.
I wonder if they'll fire me when I take a month off to recuperate from the operation.
Then I came home and decided to blog before I make another ring and crochet something.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Droid update 003
No Sylar for 3 days now.
My teamleader is an ass.
Killer headache, stupid, hysterical users, annoying, quota-achieving coworkers who send stupid stuff out for the users just to reach their letter per hour ratio, check.
I'm tired. I feel myself being boxed in. I'm not allowed to stand up, not allowed to talk, not allowed to have an original thought. I cannot write freetext, I have to use predefined answers.
I can't express a spark of originality.
I earn precious little for my trouble.
I'm depressed, tired, worn out. I feel wrung out... like a troll sat on me.
But we talked with the cute tech guy. He is tired, but pretty nice. And he knows I can't take my eyes off his lip ring. He made sure to play with it a lot.
I guess, even if he is totally not my type, a kiss wouldn't hurt so much... I am really curious, how it would feel to kiss someone with a lip ring.
Keep on dreaming, eh?
My teamleader is an ass.
Killer headache, stupid, hysterical users, annoying, quota-achieving coworkers who send stupid stuff out for the users just to reach their letter per hour ratio, check.
I'm tired. I feel myself being boxed in. I'm not allowed to stand up, not allowed to talk, not allowed to have an original thought. I cannot write freetext, I have to use predefined answers.
I can't express a spark of originality.
I earn precious little for my trouble.
I'm depressed, tired, worn out. I feel wrung out... like a troll sat on me.
But we talked with the cute tech guy. He is tired, but pretty nice. And he knows I can't take my eyes off his lip ring. He made sure to play with it a lot.
I guess, even if he is totally not my type, a kiss wouldn't hurt so much... I am really curious, how it would feel to kiss someone with a lip ring.
Keep on dreaming, eh?
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Take my d.ck away
Yesterday, while trying my best to send more mails out, I opened a screenshot a customer sent me without reading the whole history of the letter. It was 15-20 minutes before my shift ended.
This resulted in a huge male organ popping up, filling my screen.
I froze up. I blushed beet red. Then turned around and asked the boys what the hell I should do.
They said a few things, I broke down laughing and crying at the same time. Well, not that much crying... Luckily. I was shocked.
They gave a few suggestions while I sobered up.
One of the guys told me I made a good show of it after I stared at it for 2 minutes. This was the tall guy who was so nice to me before.
I dunno if he hates me now or if he is trying to court me, because he is bugging me with... comments. Good, annoying, both. He is still smiling.
Either way, he succeeded in me not liking him much anymore.
And I am still in shock.
And yes, the title was a Roxette reference.
This resulted in a huge male organ popping up, filling my screen.
I froze up. I blushed beet red. Then turned around and asked the boys what the hell I should do.
They said a few things, I broke down laughing and crying at the same time. Well, not that much crying... Luckily. I was shocked.
They gave a few suggestions while I sobered up.
One of the guys told me I made a good show of it after I stared at it for 2 minutes. This was the tall guy who was so nice to me before.
I dunno if he hates me now or if he is trying to court me, because he is bugging me with... comments. Good, annoying, both. He is still smiling.
Either way, he succeeded in me not liking him much anymore.
And I am still in shock.
And yes, the title was a Roxette reference.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Droid update 002
The very bad:
The good:
- they are paying me less than promised (aka the gross is the same, but I am getting the 86% of the promised take home pay
- they are also not paying the evening bonus, which means I'm spending my evenings (meaning till 22:00) there for the same amount I could be there during normal pay hours. Fuck this.
- am gonna talk about this with the HR people tomorrow, wish me luck
- also, Sylar/Smith did not look at me since I froze up and ignored him when I went into the kitchen and he was there. I'm such a tosser. And today he wasn't in, which means he won't be in tomorrow either, as this must be his weekend. *groan*
The good:
- the hot tech guy with the lip piercing flirted with me. Although most probably from boredom and tiredness and it was a joke, I think. Or dunno... men don't really flirt with me without a reason... Anyway, I know his name too! And I told him it's not rewarding to flirt with me. (This usually piques their interest. Although I know he is many levels above me and not to mention that he is just not my type. At all.)
- the cute guy from my university, who was sort of an asshole to me... winked at me today... and smiled at me! We talked again. And he is very nice to me and kind and sweet. Like a puppy. I wonder if he had hit his head, has an evil twin brother, a split personality or maybe he has the hots for one of the girls in my department. Could be more than one of those...
- oh yeah... I walked up to this guy (because I did not know his name), struck out my hand and said my name... he liked it! And told me his. Apparently, he was fixing up the computer of the girl who was sitting next to me and he thought it was my computer... and sneaked a peek at the name in our message sending program. So he was surprised when I introduced myself and it wasn't actually my name. So cute. ^^
...maybe he is more suitable for a love interest than Sylar/Smith. He is certainly more my style and we share interests. Too bad I still think Slyar/Smith is hotter.
emotionally disturbed
Sylar as Spock...
Whoa.
This is so disturbing. But disturbingly hot.
What a hunk.
Still, every time he looks at someone I have this feeling he will whip them against the wall the next minute and cut their head open.
Still... Sylar playing my first crush... Sylar as Spock of all people...
Hmmm... Somehow it really fits... o.O
*drool*
Whoa.
This is so disturbing. But disturbingly hot.
What a hunk.
Still, every time he looks at someone I have this feeling he will whip them against the wall the next minute and cut their head open.
Still... Sylar playing my first crush... Sylar as Spock of all people...
Hmmm... Somehow it really fits... o.O
*drool*
Friday, May 07, 2010
Droid update 001
These few days have been... depressing.
And I haven't even glimpsed Sylar/Smith until today, and even that was only a glimpse. I hope it was him, actually, because that kept me going all day.
And no, I could not stop to make sure unless I wanted to get a few weird stares and be nicknamed the weird chick from A&S.
Introducing myself at a proper moment will have to wait.
(God, I hope it wasn't him who quit last week.)
Also, there is a guy who kinda looks like him, except he is not as sexy and well dressed.
About work: meh. A coworker just told me not to write so many letters because she was told off that the new hires write more letters than her. Well. Sorry that I am trying to keep my job?
Also, asshole number one found me and chewed me out today (the message was sent at 6:07... I arrived at 14:00) because I routed a letter to him (and his group). Why? Because he forgot to write clear instructions and I had nobody to ask yesterday to clear em up for me.
I said sorry, smiled and made a note. Also... frikkin asshole, eat concrete with passion!!!
Now that's better. :)
Oh and to buy list for weekend and next week:
And I haven't even glimpsed Sylar/Smith until today, and even that was only a glimpse. I hope it was him, actually, because that kept me going all day.
And no, I could not stop to make sure unless I wanted to get a few weird stares and be nicknamed the weird chick from A&S.
Introducing myself at a proper moment will have to wait.
(God, I hope it wasn't him who quit last week.)
Also, there is a guy who kinda looks like him, except he is not as sexy and well dressed.
About work: meh. A coworker just told me not to write so many letters because she was told off that the new hires write more letters than her. Well. Sorry that I am trying to keep my job?
Also, asshole number one found me and chewed me out today (the message was sent at 6:07... I arrived at 14:00) because I routed a letter to him (and his group). Why? Because he forgot to write clear instructions and I had nobody to ask yesterday to clear em up for me.
I said sorry, smiled and made a note. Also... frikkin asshole, eat concrete with passion!!!
Now that's better. :)
Oh and to buy list for weekend and next week:
jeanssocks- plain long sleeved shirts with medium neckline
- NIN T-shirt
something sexy in regards of second layer, be it a pullover or s coat... up to chance- bra (these things don't last for long... I blame the cup size)
Thursday, May 06, 2010
Gwrblargh, brain freeze
Buggy system, buggy system.
First they shut down the damn system (after I could not log in for half an hour) then it kicks me out. Well, we all got kicked out. Then it froze on me again a couple of times.
I had a letter that took about 30 mins or more to answer, only to have the frikkin software freeze on me when I wanted to hit send.
I took a screenshot, sent it to another agent, killed the program, restarted it, nabbed the letter from the general pool and typed my reply in from the screenshot. Am I amazing or what?
Still... Sylar/Smith was not in today. Boo. I miss him. He is so hot.
And I even built up my courage to walk up to him and introduce myself. Meh.
One of these days, one of these days...
Who knows? There may be a one in a million chance that I am his type after all. And that he is mine.
First they shut down the damn system (after I could not log in for half an hour) then it kicks me out. Well, we all got kicked out. Then it froze on me again a couple of times.
I had a letter that took about 30 mins or more to answer, only to have the frikkin software freeze on me when I wanted to hit send.
I took a screenshot, sent it to another agent, killed the program, restarted it, nabbed the letter from the general pool and typed my reply in from the screenshot. Am I amazing or what?
Still... Sylar/Smith was not in today. Boo. I miss him. He is so hot.
And I even built up my courage to walk up to him and introduce myself. Meh.
One of these days, one of these days...
Who knows? There may be a one in a million chance that I am his type after all. And that he is mine.
hey weekend, bye weekend
I have bought some pashmina scarves for work and a sarong.
I planted 10 plants on Tuesday (Sunday for me) and wore the sarong. I totally forgot about the strength of the May sun. Guess what? My back aches because it is lobster red.
Also, some damned bug started chomping on me. I had acquired 6 bug bites on my back. Owies. I will get some bug repellent and not leave the windows open after dark. Grrrr.
I planted 10 plants on Tuesday (Sunday for me) and wore the sarong. I totally forgot about the strength of the May sun. Guess what? My back aches because it is lobster red.
Also, some damned bug started chomping on me. I had acquired 6 bug bites on my back. Owies. I will get some bug repellent and not leave the windows open after dark. Grrrr.
Sunday, May 02, 2010
Omgthatwaslong
Worked all days this week. Did overtime as well yesterday. I was really sick by Friday, hopefully am getting better today... tonight.
I am sorta friends with our dreadlocked Legolas, who has the prettiest blue eyes on our floor.
We are still staring at each other with Sylar, although today when he stared I raised my eyebrows by reflex. He looked away as if caught... staring. Ouch. Yup, I'm an idiot.
But still the whole staring thing will get old and fast, I will prolly try to get him alone and then introduce myself. I will most probably make a fool out of myself and or fuck it up royally...
Yeah and now I just made me cringe. Maybe I shouldn't after all.
But this is the new and improved me, smiling and friendly and all, so I will not fail. I will also not do my usual "walk up to guy, stick out my hand and say my name only" routine.
Works like a charm on certain kinds of guys (I mean my usual strike zone) but not on this one. I mean pressed suit, hair slicked back, stylish, yet ruggedly handsome... Yeah. Way out of my liege.
But hey. If you don't try...
My only concern is that he is my colleague and I really don't want my workplace buddies to laugh their asses off at me if I fuck it up royally.
Sigh.
I am sorta friends with our dreadlocked Legolas, who has the prettiest blue eyes on our floor.
We are still staring at each other with Sylar, although today when he stared I raised my eyebrows by reflex. He looked away as if caught... staring. Ouch. Yup, I'm an idiot.
But still the whole staring thing will get old and fast, I will prolly try to get him alone and then introduce myself. I will most probably make a fool out of myself and or fuck it up royally...
Yeah and now I just made me cringe. Maybe I shouldn't after all.
But this is the new and improved me, smiling and friendly and all, so I will not fail. I will also not do my usual "walk up to guy, stick out my hand and say my name only" routine.
Works like a charm on certain kinds of guys (I mean my usual strike zone) but not on this one. I mean pressed suit, hair slicked back, stylish, yet ruggedly handsome... Yeah. Way out of my liege.
But hey. If you don't try...
My only concern is that he is my colleague and I really don't want my workplace buddies to laugh their asses off at me if I fuck it up royally.
Sigh.
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