I guess I should mention that I started working at Gateway on August 27th on a contracting basis through Addeco, a temporary staffing agency. I'm in the web development and design department, though technically I work in marketing, and my title is "Product Support." For the last week and a half, I've basically sat around doing squat waiting for I.T. and Facilities departments to get their acts together and set up my phone, computer and security badge.
This whole week I've had a sit-down dinner with friends. It's really nice; I didn't really do that much growing up until my last foster home. I enjoy it so much more now then I did then, since that was a "fabricated" family. With these dinners I have had the priviledge and opportunity to create my own family and include them in these little get togethers. However, I don't think that they will be as frequent in the future as they have been in the present. Troy has been venting a lot lately, which is not atypical, but at least he is venting in an analytical way as opposed to a useless, whining method endemic to him. Is that proper English? I hate being an ex-English major sans degree. I feel responsible for everything I type. I've become this grammar facist - like that skit from SNL with Phil Hartman as the French language teacher who is anal about pronunciation and grammar. When he goes on vacation to France and starts correcting the grammar of random Frenchmen and gets his ass kicked, I can totally relate. I even find myself correcting Native Spanish speaker's grammar - I know I'm heading for an international incident.
Walked over to the loft from Troys with Derrick, Kevin and Ron. Ron began having heart problems again. We were all a bit intoxicated. Mario, the ever-predictable chickenhawk right on schedule, flocks to Derrick to flirt, along with some military-looking guy named Aaron (who was kinda hot). Jealousy? You betcha. About Mario? Oh no...no, no, no, nononononon! I'm fine, really. And Derrick's okay - he is attractive; boyish, young, multi-racial (black and white), intelligent and sensitive with a hearty sense of humor. Why do I find these characteristics in boys and not the men I'm consistently attracted to?!! I pissed Troy off by walking to the Loft with a full glass of Vodka/Strawberry Hawiian punch/Sprite mixture - relax, Troy. I was in control of my actions, and I acknowledged to Andy the bartender that I would stay outside with my drink so I wouldn't endanger the bar of losing its licenses. A lot of people would be homeless then. My pseudo-alcoholism isn't really all that fun anymore - I don't know what Elizabeth Wurtzel is talking about.
Ideas for my homepage when I have time:
Misanthropic Musings
Daily Diatribe
Quotes, including "As your mother I cannot be held responsible for your well-being" - Jennifer Saunders as Edina Monsoon, AbFab
The vault/library/cinema: music/books/movies I like
"GRE Words make me Hot" - word of the day, including miniture index cards with a word and definition
The Joshua Tree, including timeline
Jack Kerouac-esque Meanderings, Greyhound First Class
DJ Jazzy Facts
Stuff on San Diego, including interactive Flash demo
"You Modeled for Who?" - including Greyhound, third world generic douche, et al.
Links - of course
Photography, as soon as I get a camera
Poetry and other writing
Divas - Live from [insert local Grocery store non-Mom 'n Pop, e.g. Kroger]
also regarding Divas - animated simulations of Divadom
Black & White - Oxymorons, hypocrisy, and other things I think I'm not but I'm good at
Resume
Today I wanna be...
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"The Loft" and other Bar Operas
That's all I can think of right now.
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