tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530262011-04-21T13:39:47.159-07:00Ramblings, Nonsense, SillinessOnce upon a time, there was a silly INTP by the name of Elizabeth, who ranted, raved, and blogged.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comBlogger781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-1098682756052380352004-10-24T22:34:00.000-07:002004-10-24T22:54:38.190-07:00What the hell is up with the Marriage Defense Amendment?
So, liberal little me is listening in the car to KPFA, our local libby station, along with my husband. They have a show on, which I cannot remember the name of for the life of me. But the issue was the lovely, Dumbya-endorsed, Defense of Marriage amendment that may soon be making its way to your local state legislature if there are enough Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-1087192715065306062004-06-13T22:58:00.000-07:002004-06-13T22:58:35.066-07:00It's amazing how disturbing things can be found everywhere... Like, take this example of a Buddhist cult, if you would like to experience disturbations of a most disturbing sort.... *yes I DID mean to use "disturbing" more than once!*
D G Rinpoche claims to be a guru reincarnated for the 9th time, this time for the first time in an American woman. The former "student" has since migrated on Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-1060928991588307852003-08-14T23:29:00.000-07:002003-08-14T23:35:49.140-07:00An amazon.com review:
Ira Progoff's At a Journal Workshop
I don't think I've ever read a book that made me feel like such an idiot! I read Dante when I was 12, and understood the concepts perfectly, and loved the flow of the poetry. I love Shakespeare, and "Hamlet" has to be one of my favorite plays. I can analyze and predict (accurately) patterns that arise in the international arena. I was Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-949068732003-05-26T12:20:00.000-07:002003-05-26T12:36:52.000-07:00So, it's Memorial Day
Of course, being me, I have too many conflicting thoughts to really reconcile what all of it means to me. I think part of my problem is that I just can't accept the simplistic view that all of America's soldiers died to make us "free." Really, after the Civil War, American freedom was pretty much in the bag, and nothing that anyone did from there on out did very little toElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-948127922003-05-23T20:02:00.000-07:002003-05-23T20:06:59.000-07:00I'm in shock!
Blogger now works with Opera! Yay!
I haven't written anything in such a long time-- mostly because reality has been rather vexing and rather hard to write about. I know I need to so that I can get a lot of this dreck out of my system, but it's been a little too emotionally wrenching lately for words. Work is a totalitarian illogical fishbowl in which you have no privacy and get Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-937388342003-05-03T23:50:00.000-07:002003-05-03T23:50:17.326-07:00Hmmm... more loner musings
I was talking to my boyfriend about the whole "loner" thing, and the Loner's Manifesto. It started to hit me just how pathological both extreme lonerism and extreme social orientation are.
Rufus mentions in Party of One a couple of workplaces that are almost pathologically social, due to the over-social orientation of the leadership. In one of them, Good Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-935808562003-04-30T23:26:00.000-07:002003-04-30T23:26:39.000-07:00Hehe, why I'm so bad at small talk...
Just read a bit of amusing advice about how to improve your small talk on Amazon.com, and ran across this little gem of a paragraph:
HAVE SOMETHING GOOD TO SAY
Find ways to increase your range of interesting topics by either study or experience. Learn to broaden your horizons day-to-day and week-to-week so you will have something of value to talk about. Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-934465192003-04-28T21:52:00.000-07:002003-04-28T21:52:05.193-07:00Party of One Part Two
Or just a sort of random coincidental thought:
I was at work last Wednesday, the backorder day from hell, when we found out everything was totally out of stock. Ms. Touchy-Feely had come over to deliver the news in person, and was sitting in the back of my friend's cubicle. I just sort of stood there, kinda gaping, when my friend said, "Join the club-- you just got to Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-933722862003-04-27T19:12:00.000-07:002003-04-27T19:34:10.000-07:00Party of One
I always knew I was a bit of a loner. I've always valued my privacy almost above all else-- from relationships to friendships to relationships with casual acquaintences. I love to spend time alone, and when I'm alone, I almost never find myself unhappy or bored. I've noticed I get bored easily when I'm around certain other people, though, you know, the super-extraverted ones. InElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-926805132003-04-15T16:34:00.000-07:002003-04-27T19:03:57.000-07:00Last night...
...I had the weirdest dream-- and I woke up remembering almost all of it!
Well, anyway, it was Thanksgiving or some other holiday, and I was trying to go visit my mom and step-dad in Visalia, or some god-awful place in the Central Valley (they both hate it there, so that was really weird), and I'd gotten a ticket to leave out of O-town International at 9:30PM. For some reason, Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-925655392003-04-13T22:27:00.000-07:002003-04-13T22:27:51.576-07:00Ag!
I can't believe it's 10PM-- only 9 1/2 hours until I have to make my oh-so-lovely presence seen at work. Ugh Ugh Ugh!
It's scary, really-- my mission today was to find an anti-war bumpersticker and a new Darwin fish to replace the one that was stolen off the back of my car (side note: magnets don't lose attractive power even if they are six years old). So, to Berzerkely I went. I also Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-925583532003-04-13T20:01:00.000-07:002003-04-13T20:02:14.000-07:00Overdue...
I think what I hate most about my job is that I really can't help anyone. I get calls about shipping problems all the time, but I'm bound and constrained by the fact that I don't have any readily available information, I have no way to expedite anything, short of trying to call this one person at the subcontractor who has to take calls from 12 of us for 1200 districts or so. She Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-922740442003-04-08T23:15:00.000-07:002003-04-08T23:15:17.810-07:00And now a rant
Every day I'm forced to wonder how people cope once they've been hired on permanently where I work. Between Thursday and Friday, for example, I had to wait for an answer to a simple question. Why? Apparently, the manager decided to wage a political war with her counterpart in New Jersey. This is worth a full rant right here...
OK, so it's Friday. A day in which my ESFJ Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-922733572003-04-08T22:58:00.000-07:002003-04-08T22:58:16.983-07:00 The Oracle Advises... going to Sacramento Ask the Oracle a Question
I knew it!
Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-918240092003-04-01T21:43:00.000-08:002003-04-01T21:43:33.293-08:00My voodoo guy
is all full of pins, mostly as a silent series of vents about this coworker who I cannot stand. Ugh, she's loud, she's egotistical, she's too extraverted, she's lazy, she doesn't do shit, she plays politics! **shoves another pin in** I'm gonna try to ration my pins tomorrow-- one per aggravation... They all come out tomorrow morning, and I'm sure by 10AM, they'll all be shoved Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-917618122003-03-31T22:37:00.000-08:002003-03-31T22:37:28.450-08:00Ommmmm!
I'd forgotten just how nice that kinda buzzed, semi-relaxed feeling after yoga was. I haven't actually done any for about ohhhh six months or so. Dunno why I decided to today-- but I was debating about going to the gym, and I thought, "Ugh, I can't deal with the noise and all the morons around me." Then I thought about walking around the Lake, but after I got home from purchasing my Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-916864662003-03-30T20:32:00.000-08:002003-03-30T20:34:16.000-08:00I love turkey vultures!
But that really isn't the point of all of this-- I haven't done any good rambling about anything for awhile, so I've got tons of rants just waiting to spill over and splash the tiles of life... Ok, I dunno what the hell that means, but anyway, I'm gonna rant so if you're unfortunate enough to be reading this, you'll just have to deal with my incoherence ;-)
First off, Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-916266062003-03-29T17:03:00.000-08:002003-03-29T17:03:14.293-08:00Been awhile...
So, here's the compressed version of my life for the last couple of weeks...
1) Got results back from panel interview. Am in Rank #1 for three different positions with an agency.
2) Sillyman visited me from Oz for four days, and we had a blast. Wish he'd had time to stick around longer...
3) War started, and I'm depressed and sick to my stomach at the whole affair... DamnElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-909073632003-03-17T22:23:00.000-08:002003-03-17T22:23:26.826-08:00Damnation!
What is it about work lately that I can't even get off on time anymore? Always, some goddam problem comes up at the last minute, and I'm stuck late enough that I can't even get to the gym to get a workout after work anymore! (ellipticals get signed up til 5:20 or so come 4:10-- I got off at 4:15) Grrrrr! I fucking hate this job.
Friday I ended up being the contact that this one Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-907532482003-03-14T23:17:00.000-08:002003-03-14T23:24:02.000-08:00Haven't written anything all week
Probably because I've been too damnably emotional and irrational and tired to deal with trying to express myself. This week's sheer nadir came on Thursday evening when I went to kickboxing to try to work off that majorly shitty day, in which everyone was at my throat, and I had to stay 45 minutes late for this one district. The worst part was that kickboxing Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-904959812003-03-10T18:55:00.000-08:002003-03-10T18:55:20.153-08:00Well, I did it
Put in a request and a comment for a new assignment. I need to contact this one lady out of the O-town office, to get the fuxor out. Godz I hope they have something! **fingers crossed**Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-904239082003-03-09T16:03:00.000-08:002003-03-09T16:05:58.000-08:00Ommmm... and Aaaaarghhh...
It isn't going to be easy tomorrow, I don't think, but I know I have to talk to the temp guy and tell him to get me the hell out of where I'm working now. It's just NOT gonna work for me anymore, and I just can't take it. Plus that blowup a week ago over a simple friggin' statement of fact was just a little too much to be borne...
See interesting quote from Lenore Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-903606742003-03-08T09:19:00.000-08:002003-03-08T09:19:10.856-08:00Trying to wake up and get going
but I'm too goddamn hazy and tired... Ugh.
Oh well, the sun's coming out, so that'll be a nice pick-me-up. That and some Peets drip on the way to the freeway after getting water/batteries/PowerBars...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-903440672003-03-07T22:17:00.000-08:002003-03-07T22:17:23.950-08:00Going camping and getting the fuxor out of dodge
So I bought a tent today. And a sleeping bag. And a lantern. All I need are batteries, some water, and a few PowerBars or something of that nature.
I gotta get the hell out of here and think. I'm so frustrated with my job from hell-- and the blowup last Friday for no rational reason, the nonstop emotionalism, the crazy-ass workdays, talkingElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-902249072003-03-05T23:01:00.000-08:002003-03-05T23:01:30.733-08:00And as a counterbalance, something I don't regret writing
A review of Naomi Quenk's Was That Really Me? How Everyday Stress Brings Out Our Hidden Personality for Amazon:
This has to be one of the most interesting books I've yet read on Jungian/Briggsian personality type dynamics, and probably one of the most accurate as well, when it comes to predicting how a certain personality will react Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-902233982003-03-05T22:20:00.001-08:002003-03-05T22:28:33.000-08:00Things I regret writing...
Got stuck with a bum entry a second ago, when I was trying to put up my bit of protest. So, since I'm stuck with the entry, here's a thing that in retrospect, I wish I'd never written:
I can't flush tampons down the toilet in my building-- they cause a blockage in the old pipes. At least, that's what the landlord claims, anyway. Sometimes I wonder if he might be Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-902233892003-03-05T22:20:00.000-08:002003-03-05T22:20:27.810-08:00Godz above, this country's going to hell...
I'm just having trouble believing this! Godz above, what in hell is wrong with us?
So much for the Constitution. So much for rights. So much for freedom of speech. So much for being a welcomed shopper in this "oh so consumer" world. So much for anything.
I'm convinced we really are going to hell, and this is just the beginning of the end. Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-900984752003-03-03T22:41:00.000-08:002003-03-03T22:42:39.000-08:00Some lousy @%$% scum-sucking liars...
Grrrraaaaahhhhh! Well, I'm gonna post parts of an e-mail I wrote to a certain lousy-ass sorry piece of garbage who I have the grave misfortune of constantly crossing his path... I thought I had a nice, poetic flow of venom and hatred, which I'm actually quite proud of:
Hello, my oh-so-beloved Snake From Hell,
Just thought I'd let you know that I do NOT Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-898865952003-02-27T22:16:00.000-08:002003-02-27T22:16:14.590-08:00And a videoconference...
Or more like a videotape + phone conference...
My questions that I would have loved to have had answered were:
1) The last few years have shown a trend toward letting go of diversified holdings by major corporations since they're not particularly profitable, and companies do much better when they're specialized. Why do you think diversification is a good strategy to Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-898198262003-02-26T21:10:00.000-08:002003-02-26T21:41:00.000-08:00What the bloody fuck is up with me?
Again, I'm depressed. Two days in a row... It's probably been three or four months since I've spent this much time down without much of a laugh or a smile or anything to punctuate the gloom. Hell, when I was held up at gunpoint, the next day I was smiling, after spending a wonderful evening with Paul, and laughing, and just generally more me. I had a few Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-897443402003-02-25T16:49:00.000-08:002003-02-25T16:49:39.733-08:00My head hurts, my heart hurts
Hell, I just hurt **g** Well anyway, somehow, stupid interventionist that I am, I inserted myself into a situation, so I suppose I have to take the hits for my idiocy. If nothing else, the motive was sound-- in fact, I wish that someone had done the same for me when I first opened up the inner sanctums of my former online community to this one backstabber who has Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-894778062003-02-20T20:46:00.000-08:002003-02-20T20:46:09.523-08:00Woo hoo!
I passed my exam!
I'm in shock, actually... It was a huge field of applicants-- 500, in fact. I was one of 217 who passed. I'll tell the sordid tale tomorrow when I'm feeling a little less dazed from the aftereffects of work + leaving the house yesterday at 6:30AM...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-890710842003-02-13T19:51:00.000-08:002003-02-13T19:51:43.680-08:00Back in IE 6
Can't wait for the weekend! Paul and I are heading out to Big Sur, San Luis Obispo, and Paso Robles-- places I've never been. I hope it's far enough south to avoid the rain... :-)
My one on one actually wasn't too bad-- ended up talking about books and Star Trek, so that's definitely better than talking about my happiness at work...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-888965962003-02-10T21:48:00.000-08:002003-02-10T21:48:07.850-08:00Die Opera! and a quiz
Blogger only works with IE
Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-888939302003-02-10T20:46:00.000-08:002003-02-10T20:46:53.296-08:00I love Opera!
And not the music, either! Opera browser is so frigging fast :-)
And on another note, I'm excited that an Administrative Analyst I position is opening up for the county of Sacramento-- I've been wanting to relocate a bit...
Yes, I have no life!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-888370492003-02-09T22:28:00.000-08:002003-02-09T22:28:30.396-08:00I feel so patriotic now!
Help your country! Mobilize!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-888369622003-02-09T22:26:00.000-08:002003-02-09T22:26:14.330-08:00Trogdor The Burninator!
Hehe... One rockin' song!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-888322922003-02-09T20:30:00.000-08:002003-02-09T20:30:42.010-08:00Pooh, pooh, pooh!
Gotta go back to work tomorrow... This weekend felt like nothing! :'( I think I must've spent most of it worried about my pending "One on One" with the boss on Thurs. I get this strange feeling I'm gonna be hired... Intuition speaks, and I guess I gotta listen. Now all I have to do is figure out how in hell I'm gonna dodge that little bullet. I wonder if I'm too demandingElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-887668892003-02-08T12:02:00.000-08:002003-02-08T12:07:34.000-08:00Ahhh, here's another rant on the One Minute Moron
If Blogger erases this one (tried to write this three weeks ago), I'm gonna go on a rampage...
Anyway, new rant, pending publishing at Amazon on The One Minute Manager Balances Work and Life:
The One Minute Moron Does Fitness
I'm absolutely stunned that something this completely lame would get published. Included, for the oh-so-busy, and Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-887499542003-02-08T01:17:00.000-08:002003-02-08T01:17:50.226-08:00Condition Orange-- oh no!
Drop everything and run for the hills!
I've been swimming in DeNile about the stupid friggin' terrorism alerts ever since 9/11, and the war on Afghanistan... This administration nauseates me more than I care to a) admit and b) face.
Anyway, I smell a rat.
Think about it: massive troop movements to the Gulf. Mobilization...
So now the alert is on Orange, and there Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-886272902003-02-05T19:31:00.000-08:002003-02-06T20:05:05.000-08:00Since the coding was all fuxored
Here's the operating system I am:
Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-886271982003-02-05T19:30:00.000-08:002003-02-05T19:30:42.000-08:00Gotta love it!
Or you're toast! Heh, been musing about ye olde work situation which makes ZEEEERO sense to me. In fact, it makes zeeeero "logical sense" which is my boss' way of saying, "Makes sense..."
I've been wondering what the point of the expression "making logical sense" is. I mean, there's making sense, and there's nonsense. That's it! What else is there in this wide universe? Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-885171252003-02-03T22:03:00.000-08:002003-02-03T22:03:53.696-08:00I usually hate the Enneagram...
It's almost always been inaccurate, but I love this little graphic-- it's so me:
free enneagram testElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-884396422003-02-02T14:57:00.000-08:002003-02-02T14:57:09.060-08:00Women are like waves
Um yeah... One of my little chuckles whenever I head over to Paul's is to read a page here or there out of his copy of Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus. I'm staggered by just how wrong most of the advice is in that book, especially when it comes to to women who fall under a "T" orientation on the Myers-Briggs profiling. Hell, I read that and find myself identifyingElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-883916042003-02-01T13:15:00.000-08:002003-02-01T13:15:02.720-08:00RIP Columbia :-(
Goodbye, Columbia! I'm just having problems with the assumptions of terrorism already before there is any evidence in... And I'm worried also that the space program will be just another 20th Century memory. This administration doesn't strike me as being particularly rational about any policy options. The first thing is to always REACT! before there's any evidence in about Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-883120602003-01-30T21:55:00.000-08:002003-01-30T21:55:16.583-08:00FYI, I'm this British
I am 95% British, just likeHRH Prince CharlesThough you'll never be king you certainly know where your castle is.Take the Brit Quiz atwww.darrenlondon.tripod.com/britquiz1.htmQuiz written by Daz Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-883087462003-01-30T20:38:00.000-08:002003-01-30T20:44:48.000-08:00I want to talk about football even less than yesterday
So I'm gonna whine about stuff-- Lizzie's Whine List:
1) Got a hostile couple of e-mails from my favorite biotch
2) My extraverted neighbors were even more extraverted than usual
3) Some dipshiznit destroyed the bookholder on the elliptical I was signed up for
4) Get stuck in line between a bunch of invasive people who kept smooshing Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-881988242003-01-28T21:00:00.000-08:002003-01-28T21:00:00.713-08:00I'm not in the mood to talk about football
So I took this test instead:
I'm How British Are You?!I know the differences between Brits and Americans, and I'm just so glad to tell you all about them. I won't say too much, though, or I'll exceed my daily bandwidth limit. Again.Click here to find out which test you are!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-881438072003-01-27T22:42:00.000-08:002003-01-27T22:45:42.000-08:00More reasons to love football...
Well, crazed gunmen roaming around or not, I'm kinda glad I live where I do now. It's amazing how when there are riots going on about three to four miles down a street that's a block away from you, you don't even have the faintest clue they're going on. I should have guessed when I heard the Raiders took a major slamming that there would be repercussions, or Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-879962732003-01-24T22:17:00.000-08:002003-01-26T11:47:05.000-08:00Good cop, bad cop
Well, it was just another day at work, and I was feeling pretty normal, just kinda drifting through the day like I usually do, praying for 4:30 to come. As I said, a normal day. The only contact I'd had from Ms. Arrogant Bureaucrat was a terse and hostile e-mail about how she was waiting for an update, when really, the ball was in the county guy's court (I was praying he'd Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-879398992003-01-23T20:58:00.000-08:002003-01-23T21:04:27.000-08:00Oh why oh why was I spared the bullet?
Funny, after my wonderful feeling of confidence and highness on life yesterday, I'm now mired in anger... But then again, the horribly egocentric tend to have that effect on me, especially self-important bureaucrats.
Suffice to say, on Tuesday, the day I took off from work, to try and recoup a bit, a ton of voicemails came into my humble little cube. I Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-878839582003-01-22T21:37:00.000-08:002003-01-22T21:58:00.000-08:00Excuse me, I'm robbing your ass!
I figure I should've posted this yesterday, but I was a bit of a basket case for the first half of yesterday after this happened... But now, I'm feeling quite good, and I think I handled it quite well. It's probably immodest of me to say this, but I'm very proud of how I kept my head together when facing death, and I think everything else is small potatoes fromElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-877368482003-01-20T09:52:00.000-08:002003-01-20T09:56:36.000-08:00Die blogger!
I just had my nice rant for the day, but the whole freakin' thing died! **cries**Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-877124852003-01-19T21:17:00.000-08:002003-01-19T21:17:35.000-08:00Jimmy Carter's Fetish, an Embryo speaks French, and other fun tales
Three writing exercises I did over the weekend...
This one's based on the phrase, "It's not supposed to be like this."
She shifted in her chair again. It was becoming a pattern-- every business meeting, this restlessness totally overwhelmed her increasingly scarce emotional control. It was as if little particles of control Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-876458202003-01-18T10:29:00.000-08:002003-01-18T10:29:18.716-08:00The Way of the Weasel
Damn, I hate it when Scott Adams is right! So far, the best business book I've read is this blatant satire. And yet, it's just sooooo freakin' true of every environment I've ever heard of.
My favorite bit of wisdom:
Avoiding Teamwork
Whether in your professional or personal life, there will always be weasels trying to get you to do some of their work under the guise Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-876227372003-01-17T19:38:00.000-08:002003-01-17T19:38:10.493-08:00No wonder tech people cuss so much!
You know, when I heard I was part of the STAR Technical Assistance Center (California school accountability program), I had no idea that I really would be acting as actual tech support. Today was the day that a bunch of districts (probably half) had to upload a demographic file to the website. I think I coached and babysat about 50 of them through the Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-875213352003-01-15T21:50:00.000-08:002003-01-15T21:50:38.113-08:00Deeeeeep thoughts
No, I really don't have any today, I don't think. I've found out that I won't be hired permanently at my current job, since the department manager wants to save on the costs of the "extravagant benefits" the company offers (they hired two temps, and are the last temps to be hired on that basis this year). Oh well, I'll just sit here crying my eyes out... thankful that I Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-874059182003-01-13T23:04:00.000-08:002003-01-13T23:04:49.386-08:00Bania U Cygana...
Bania U Cygana do rana...
Yes, I'm losing it ;-)Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-873002932003-01-12T02:08:00.000-08:002003-01-12T02:08:47.130-08:00A post-New Year's resolution
I resolve that I will be more diplomatic, but direct with those who annoy me. I will not be "too nice." I will also not be the wielder of a large tire iron... I'm either exceptionally nice when something bugs me, or I'm a sledgehammer. There's nothing in between. In fact, I've been holding off on a confrontation with someone at work for just this reason... Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-872978302003-01-12T00:11:00.000-08:002003-01-12T00:11:58.870-08:00More Dershowitz ramblings
So, I've been wondering, if there are many reasons why terrorism occurs, why on earth no one addresses all of the causes... I've also been wondering, since Dershowitz has his own theory about why terrorism is so prevalent (it's all the PLO, dammit!), why he doesn't recommend taking any actions other than curtailment of liberty, torture, and a foreign policy that Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-872585992003-01-11T01:30:00.000-08:002003-01-11T01:31:34.000-08:00A very dumb personality test
I have issues!
I have issues with... honesty drama theft submission pain Take Word Association Test
Uh yeah... Basically, the mouse got stuck and I couldn't move it to the right button...
This is my United States of Whatever...Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-872570662003-01-11T00:11:00.000-08:002003-01-11T00:11:53.620-08:00This is my United States of Whatever Part 2
So, I'm reading this one book by Alan Dershowitz called "Why Terrorism Works," and am seriously surprised by some of the things that dear Mr. Dershowitz thinks of ever so matter-of-factly. First off, I have to say, I find the book to be very deeply flawed. I had a feeling that it would be astoundingly pro-Israel, by the sheer profusion of rave blurbsElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-872560892003-01-10T23:30:00.000-08:002003-01-10T23:31:07.000-08:00This is my United States of Whatever
More ramblings to come later on the nature of the threat to civil liberties, but I just had to post this, extreme Christopher Walken fan that I am... Courtesy of a friend of mine:
What Christopher Walken Character are you? brought to you by Quizilla
Gabriel: Dark Angel with an agenda
All I can say is, c'est moi, c'est moi! :-D
Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-871538862003-01-08T22:46:00.000-08:002003-01-08T22:46:09.063-08:00People suck!
People suck part 1:
In the call center I work in, there are two definite bands of people, and they couldn't be more different-- there's the quiet, introverted crew, and then there's the loud, screaming extroverted crew. And the extroverts aren't mild ones, they're the flaming, loud, "pay attention to me, pay attention to me, pay attention to me," types. The worst part is that Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-869949952003-01-05T22:26:00.000-08:002003-01-05T22:26:20.166-08:00Some funky writing exercise...
Background: You're supposed to pick a letter out of the jumble, write six words that begin with the letter, then pick one of the words and just write for five minutes. My letter was R.
They were crawling all over her, squeaking and twittering, whiskers atwitch. She couldn't move-- it was as if every limb were tied to the bed, spreadeagled. She looked up, Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-869909622003-01-05T20:35:00.000-08:002003-01-05T20:35:26.010-08:00How I had my first glass of wine for the New Year or Drunken Ramblings
So, nimrod me locks the keys in her car. And nimrod me does it because I'm trying to get more organized, go figure. So, the story (incomplete):
Once upon a time, there was a nimrod named Elizabeth, who decided to go find out the time of the Writer's Workshop held at Barnes and Noble. Was it every third Thursday, or every Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-869519792003-01-04T22:38:00.000-08:002003-01-04T22:38:02.943-08:00Kickazz!
Well, apparently some of my sporadic lifting, and tons of cardio has had a bit of effect on my flabosity. I am now wearing a pair of jeans that I tried to wear after I was laid off in September. I was overhanging them by several inches then, but now, they actually zipped comfortably, and NO OVERHANG! Woo hoo! Apparently 40 minutes of cardio 4x a week really pays off :-) Now if onlyElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-868540522003-01-02T17:41:00.000-08:002003-01-02T17:41:54.090-08:00New Year, big butt...
You know, life is interesting sometimes, and sometimes it's so deadly dull that all you want to do is start a new workout regime. Well, the latter is today. And unfortunately, since it's the new year, the 24 Hour Fitness website isn't working. This is especially jolly since I want to find out what aerobics classes are offered tomorrow at the Concord gym, which isn't Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-868190392003-01-01T23:21:00.000-08:002003-01-01T23:21:25.910-08:00Nonsense thoughts...
Why do people use Macs?
When someone says the words, "I'm ending the games?" why do they keep playing?
Why is it assumed that if you don't want to be friends with someone, you're drowning in hatred and anger, when really, you just can't stand him/her and don't care?
Why is revenge a dish best served cold? It's much better with laughter and dancing. *g*Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-866674342002-12-29T12:06:00.000-08:002002-12-29T12:06:05.706-08:00Paying billz
I don't know what it is, but there is no activity that drives me more insane than the process of paying bills. I don't mind the concept of paying for services used, but dang, isn't there an easier way to do it? Debit a card or something? I mean, take my favorite company's (Working Assets-- love those guys! ) bill-- if there was ever a nightmare to go through, it would be them. IElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-866480232002-12-28T21:06:00.000-08:002002-12-28T21:06:16.796-08:00Sniff, sniff
Went to see Star Trek TNG: Nemesis today. Not bad, despite the Who Moved My Cheese? message at the end. I really liked seeing a Picard clone, and it's about freakin' time Riker and Troi got hitched... Still, my favorite character is no more... RIP, Commander Data. **cries**Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-866325432002-12-28T11:38:00.000-08:002002-12-28T12:48:27.000-08:00Just a thought: how come people can't see bigger issues? Don't get it...
Another thought:
Flavor of the month: The Six Sigma Business Plan -- It's better than TQM!
And the New Economy is RECOVERING!Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-866320802002-12-28T11:21:00.000-08:002002-12-28T11:21:45.000-08:00New Year's Resolution, Get Organized?
The only New Year's Resolution I've made to date was back in 1997, when I swore, "I'm gonna lose weight even if it kills me." It was successful-- I lost about 20 lbs that year. And I did it in my oh-so-P way, just kinda threw myself into the exercise world, started working out, and read about it as I went. I tweaked and modified as necessary, changing Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-866191612002-12-28T00:25:00.000-08:002002-12-28T00:26:06.000-08:00Damn, I'm addicted...
Another amusing thingie:
INTP Warning:
Do not feed the INTP any facts, however trivial. Given, for example, A manuscript of the Illiad, and a Hopi pot (c. 1860) the INTP will deduce the effects of the industrial revolution on cubist painting. Given slightly less information, say, a sherd from the same pot and chapters 3 through 7 of The Confessions of St. Augustine, he Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-866183312002-12-27T23:49:00.000-08:002002-12-28T00:13:36.000-08:00A couple of random political thoughts I forgot about earlier...
You know, these mass detentions of people of Arabic descent that happened recently in California as a result of the Patriot Act freakishness, just reminds me of the SS marching. Hail de Vaterland! Gods, the whole term Homeland Security just sounds so freaking sinister. My boyfriend's freaked that he's targeted next-- he's a Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-866176452002-12-27T23:21:00.000-08:002002-12-27T23:21:43.260-08:00Da Bidniss of America is Bidniss
My new hobby is reading all of the highly revered business tomes that corporate managers rave about. I'm not sure how this came about, exactly, but I think I was doing some book surfing on Amazon, and stumbled across a review for Who Moved My Cheese? This takes me to a bit of a story...
I used to work for a megacorporation doing just the kind of work that Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-865948562002-12-27T10:15:00.000-08:002002-12-27T10:15:33.333-08:00Haha...
Idiot me joined an INTP mailing list, a daily digest of which contains ramblings on ISP traffic, silly meanderings about the meaning of e-mail spam, silly digressions on mathmatics, etc. Yawn. Dang, I must be the only INTP in the world who detests math and science... And I'm so lame with computers, my "link to" out of Outlook doesn't work when someone sends me a hyperlink... I have Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053026.post-865828592002-12-27T02:08:00.000-08:002002-12-27T02:08:43.756-08:00The first of many ramblings...
Guess I should introduce myself... Ok, I'm a 31 year old woman, who has recently discovered that she is among the 1.7% of US women who is an INTP. Actually, right now, that's one of the more interesting things about me. I'm working for a non-profit educational testing company, in a pilot program, in a customer service capacity. Strange, that...
So, what's an Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15156870188179654087noreply@blogger.com