Workload hell

You ever get so much work dumped on you that you just can't even begin to grasp where you might possibly even begin to think about where to start? Well I just did, and it sucks.

What's worse is that these are jobs that I should not be doing. You see, my company, in all it's glorious stupidity, laid off some of the wrong people. Very short sighted. They laid off all of our Documentation Specialists.

How does this affect me, a Graphic Designer? Well, simply horribly is how. You see, we currently have 8,719 products. Every time a product ships, it gets a Technical Datasheet (TDS) packaged with it. This is a one to four page document that contains technical specifications and data for the product. Now that all of the Doc Specialists were let go, we designers are the only people in the company with the know-how to produce a nice, clean, understandable TDS. It's really a great use of our salaries. Yeah, pay me to produce advertisements and brochures and websites, but ask me to spend my entire fucking day producing technical fucking product documentation. Yeah, real fucking brilliant.

If you need me, I'm knee deep in shit that should be done by someone making half the salary I do. Thanks, [my company]. Way to save money by wasting money.

December 22, 2003 | 12:23 PM | Link | 2 comments

Splendid! Simply splendid!

So, I accompanied my twin to his company's holiday party last night. I must say, it's true about the beautiful people he works with. Some were just drop dead. Then there was this Jason... Jason, with a beard and buzzed hair. I wanted to ravage him!

I got to meet Othscar. He told me I had a nice "blather" (complementing my favorite Gaultier jacket). It made me chuckle.

There were definitely some memorable individuals that evening. Goddamned beautiful people! Damn them! Damn them to my dungeon!

*sigh*

December 18, 2003 | 9:23 AM | Link | 6 comments

What a weekend

Let me just tell you: When the company you work for offers to let you go have a night out and send them the bill, do not hold back! Especially if the company you work for is on the Fortune 500 list... They can afford it.

My boss and I had dinner on Friday. We were joined by her boyfriend and my twin. Each of us made exquisite meal choices, from appetizer to dessert. I started with an ahi appetizer that was insane, filled myself up with roasted duck breast served over gnocchi, and ended with a glass of 20 year tawny port and rose-gelato aside date-cakes. Oh, my! Delicious!

I left the restaurant slightly tipsy, and completely happy.

Saturday night was Joerg's little christmas party. I got there early and helped Erin assemble some hors d'oeuvres. They were all wonderful. Joerg's mom made various tea sandwiches, and spread them cleanly onto her platters. I brought a New York style cheesecake I had prepared. It was my first time making a NY cheesecake, and it was nearly a disaster. In the end, though, it tasted good, and that's all that matters.

After the party, a few of us went out for a bit. Bourbon Street, Rich's (puke), then Numbers (even puker). I had a good time with my company, but still wanted to head home early. Sleep sounded wonderful, and my legs were killing me from all the gymnastics I had done earlier in the day.

Sunday was spent christmas shopping (unsuccessfully), sleeping, and attending... gasp... are you ready for this??? Are you sure??? MASS!!!

I'll explain later.

December 15, 2003 | 2:27 PM | Link | 2 comments

I hate people

I swear, I could be the next unibomber... but with better hair and skin.

December 12, 2003 | 9:24 AM | Link | 2 comments

Funny how it all works out

I'm so happy that Al Gore is supporting Howard Dean for the presidency in lieu of his 2000 running mate, Joe Lieberman. I don't know about you, but I just couldn't imagine having a toad for president.

Imagine how his poor wife must have felt when she kissed him and he didn't turn all the way back into a human. I would have been mortified... having to show up to state dinners with warts on my lips. Unsightly.

I don't know how shallow this is, but I think a president needs to have a certain "look." You know what I mean: Confident, prepared, and powerful. Some of the democratic candidates just aren't president material in my eyes. Dennis Kucinich looks like he might piss his pants if you yell at him or remind him of the pain he felt as the other boys made fun of him on the playground.

*sigh*

I've never been into politics, but I despise George W. so much, I can't help but get involved. Just read his positions on civil rights. Anyone who does not believe a person should be protected by law from harm because of their sexual orientation is certainly not my president.

December 9, 2003 | 11:19 AM | Link | 0 comments

I don't know

Okay, so, this weekend I was told by one person that I have a calming effect; that he's never seen me agitated or angry or in haste. I was told by another that I am a bad influence.

The funny thing is that I, going out to bars and clubs again, have been relying somewhat on my friends to restrain me. Alcohol takes away inhibitions, and we all know how thick beer-goggles can become with the right amount of gin.

You see, I haven't had any sex since July... at least I think it was July. It may have been even longer than that, because the last time I had sex I didn't exactly tell myself what month it was in the middle of orgasm. I have just estimated it was July.

At some point I was thinking about not having sex at all through my 23rd year. I still have not completely decided if I want to do that. In the end that means I will have gone a year and four months without it. A long time, I know.

This morning I began to realize that I have started to resent sex altogether. Reading about people like the ones found in this article does not help matters. There's so much to fear out there, maybe sex is'n even worth dealing with.

I don't know... I'll sort out my issues over time. I'm just really unnerved these days. I'm finding myself very conflicted for the first time in my adult life. I can't even really get a grip on what my opinions are, so I'm having trouble making any decisions.

December 8, 2003 | 10:13 AM | Link | 6 comments

Damn. Seriously.

I have this mad headache. I was trying to nap earlier, but I just couldn't because it was pounding so hard. So I got up, and pounded myself... hard.

Now I'm watching Pumpkin. It's so perfectly melodramatic. Watch it. It's worth it just to hear Christina Ricci's scream!

I suppose I should get myself dressed to go out. Logan and I are going to Sabbat, and then to Wolfs. It's still unnerving throwing myself back in such situations (I'll explain later)... but I am enjoying myself. I swear I won't drink too much! I swear.

Remember: Pumpkin's not going to sit in the back of the bus anymore!

December 6, 2003 | 9:19 PM | Link | 0 comments

Didn't he die?

Well, I've been MIA for quite a while now. Sorry about that.

So what have I been up to?

I fell to an all-time low at work—just feeling really displeased with my profession. So, I set aside some vacation time. As things tend to go with me, just before going on vacation, my spirits were lifted and I no longer wanted to leave the office.

But I did anyway.

I had a great nine days off for thanksgiving. I went out with friends whom I hadn't seen in a while, and had a blast. It really felt like old times, going to the old haunts and drinking like a fish. If only Dr. Furious were here... I saw the family, enjoyed rock climbing during the day, and just relaxed in general.

I went back to work this week, and things have been pretty okay. Last night, I dreamed I was laid off, and the fact that it made me sad means I'm not ready to leave this company yet (or it just means that my ego isn't strong enough to take a blow like that, but whatever).

Anyway, hopefully over the next few days I'll get sexisbad.com up and running like I never did before. Maybe I'll even bring my archives from sinthetique.com back to life. In any case, I've had a lot of time to think, and I believe I have a lot to talk about.