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As a pretty normal girl, I’m constantly on the lookout for new purses. On the subway, at work, in line at the ATM… I’m always checking out other girls’ bags, in the hopes of seeing something that I have to have. But lately, I’ve been seeing the same bag over and over and over…
These foldable Longchamp nylon bags are everywhere. What’s the deal? I mean, I get that they’re practical, and the fact that they come in tons of colors is cool. But… I mean… c’mon. They’re over $100 for NYLON.
I am almost always okay with spending a couple hundred on a good leather bag. And even though I can’t imagine personally spending more than $250, I totally understand when other people drop more cash on a cool purse. But when a bag is made of nylon or canvas and costs more than $50, what are you really saying with your purse? That you have good taste, or that you’re a sucker?
So, the second job has been taking up all my time – I worked 14 hours of overtime last week!Â I was so tired that I slept for thirteen hours on Friday night – I haven’t slept that much since college!Â Those 13 hours, when added to the 10 hours on Saturday night and the 10 hours last night (I went to bed early), made me feel GREAT this morning.Â Refreshed.Â Happy.Â Then, I logged into Yahoo to check out my fantasy sports stats.
I lost.Â To the worst team in the league.Â My good mood flew right out the window.
In my 14-team all-girls league, I had been sitting pretty in 3rd place… in spite of the fact that my #1 draft pick, Shaun Alexander, has been suffering from the Madden curse.Â Then came this week… Â I am currently down 10 points to the WORST team in the league.Â This team had been 0-7 – she hadn’t won a single game this year!Â She DROPPED TO, then Rex Grossman so far this year!Â She routinely forgets to start players, and refuses to trade any of her TEs away, even though she has 5 on her team!
I am dying of embarassment.Â DYING.
If you’ll excuse me, I have to go spank my team.Â They need to get their asses back in gear.Â
Yesterday I went beyond the land of bad taste, passed by the country of fashion victimhood, and entered directly into the depths of fashion hell…
I wore white sneakers with my work outfit.
But it’s not my fault!Â You know how much I HATE this look – I am (contrary to some people’s opinions) NOT a Working Girl.Â
I started out the day in a normal work outfit – red knit top, black pants, and black heels.Â The heels were a little bit old – I bought them about 3 years ago – but I don’t wear them that often because they’re a little too big.Â But my favorite black heels were getting repaired, so I busted out the back-up pair.Â Anyways, I was tap-dancing in the kitchen as I filled up my water glass (I entertain my office on a regular basis) and suddenly lurched over, dropping my glass and falling into the refrigerator.Â No, I wasn’t drunk.Â But my heels were:
Obviously I’d taken my extra pair of heels home the week before, and since the rest of the women in my office wear shoes at least 2 sizes larger than mine,Â I was left with no option but to wobble around the office in my broken heel.Â Luckily, most of the day was spent in meetings, so I was able to sit down a lot.Â But as the day wound down, I started wondering… How was I going to walk to the subway, take it home, and walk the quarter-of-a-mile home?Â
As I tried to tape the heel back on my shoe, the company president walked by and witnessed my hysterics.Â Literally, I was laughing like a freakin’ crazy person as I tried to scotch tape my heel.Â As luck would have it, she had a pair of sneakers in her office (only 1.5 sizes too big!) and let me borrow them to trudge home.Â
Obviously I’m grateful for her kindness.Â But I don’t think I’ll forget the horror of the white sneaks any time soon.
I’m having a heart attack.Â Two heart attacks, in fact.Â Why are my football teams trying to kill me this season?
Heart Attack #1: The Packers are Killing My Soul
My beloved Packers are pissing me off.
For the entire off-season, Brett was trying to get the team to acquire some free-agents.Â Â It’s even part of the reason he didn’tÂ decideÂ whether to come back or not – he was waiting to see what the PackersÂ would do to improve the team around him.Â And let’s be honest here – the freakin’ team NEEDS help.Â It needs wide receivers and good offensive linemen, not to mention a defense.Â And there were a ton of players available over theÂ summer.Â AND the PackersÂ had cap room.Â
So what did Green Bay do?Â Nothing.Â They claimed they were going to rebuild the team through the draft.
Obviously the draft is important – we need to build for the future, blah-blah-blah-blah-blah.Â And I do love AJ Hawk.Â But we also need a better team NOW!Â Why couldn’t they see that they could use the draft AND free agency?
Green Bay appears to have FINALLY realized they need players now.Â I guess it’s better late than never?Â But they trade Gado – who had GREAT potential to be the future RB of the team – for Morency.Â Â Huh?Â Where’s the logic?Â Â Trading a well-liked, talentedÂ Packer forÂ somebody that doesn’t even fill a need?Â Â Â I’m at a loss.Â Â Â
If the team is willing to TRADE for players, why weren’t they interested in pursuing any of the talented available players in the off-season?Â Players that would have filled a legitimateÂ NEED?Â And why on earth is it better to do it now, when if they had acquired new players in the off-season, the team could have practiced together and developed chemistryÂ BEFORE THE SEASON STARTED?Â
Added to this is the fact that I hate – HATE – that the Packers took Koren Robinson, an ex-VIKING thug.Â Â And I’m supposed to root for him?Â HELL NO!
Heart Attack #2: My Beloved USC Players Are Competing For Biggest Disappointment of the 2006 Season
Thankfully, my beloved USC is not as bad on the field as Green Bay is right now.Â But why do my favorite players feel the need to be so… stupid?
First, Matt Leinart doesn’t know how to use a condom.Â Or might not know how.Â It’s all very shady right now.
THEN, I discover that Reggie Bush might be a cheating punk.Â Maybe he’s not – these reports are far from conclusive.Â But I fail to understand why on earth you’d take ANY favors from a marketing rep and/or agent, knowing that the NCAA is really freakin’ strict.Â C’mon – have a little common sense!Â And if this costs USC any of their titles, I’m going to have to kick Reggie’s ass.Â I’m just saying.
I’m just so tired of being angry at my boys.Â Why can’t they just get their sh*t together?Â
Seriously, I think my heart skipped a beat when I read that Matt’s ex-girlfriend is pregnant with his love child.Â Or should I say pregnant with his booty-call child?
I am freaking out.Â And what does it mean that she isn’t commenting until after the baby is born?Â AH!Â I can’t deal.
Dear Comment Spammers,
I have all of, like, 10 regular readers.Â Do you really think this is the best place to be advertising your Viagra/penis enhancers/Japanese or Chinese writing?
Last night, a male friend of mine went off on a rant about Keira Knightley, and how she’s not hot, and how her teeth are the biggest things he’s ever seen.Â Seriously, he talked about her teeth for about 15 minutes.Â At first, I tried to see what he was talking about, but then I realized that he’s just crazy.Â Keira is so classic!
All I’m saying is that while Keira does need to eat a cheeseburger, anyone that says she’s not hot needs to get their eyes examined.
For the past couple months now, work has been slowly driving me more and more insane.Â It’s not my company’s fault – they finally hired an admin person to take over some of the non-marketing stuff that I had been doing, and she’s great.Â But the fact remains that my firm is taking on too many projectsÂ for our size, so I am being run ragged.
Since I like my job (for the most part), I’m okay with being overly busy.Â I’m okay with working overtime.Â I am not, however, okay with working with the kind of people that constantly tell me how I should do my job.Â Hey, anal-retentive office people?Â If you think you know how to do something, do it your freakin’ self.Â Â And stopÂ jumping all over MY back because I don’t read minds!Â You need to TELL me if you need something!Â And on top of all THAT – you aren’t my boss!Â SHE’S awesome.Â YOU?Â SUCK.
Ugh.Â Anyways, I’ve been starting to get more and more stressed out because of work – I even haveÂ two zits on my chin, and I almost never break out!Â So I’ve decided to take action.Â
I’m buying a self-help book tonight.Â “How to Work With Morons Without Resorting to Postal-EmployeeÂ Type Behavior,” or something like that.
You know what?Â Flickr can BITE ME!Â I joined the stupid site under duress, after hearing EVERYONE sing it’s praises.
“Flickr is so cool!” “Flickr is so easy!”Â “Flickr is so FUN!”
You know what I have to say?Â All of my friends that like this site are CRAZY.Â For the first week, I was fine with the site.Â Then, I discovered the truth – the site is only cool/easy/fun if you’ll pay for it.Â Call me a cheap jerk, but I fail to see why I should pay for a service I can get for FREE on a million other sites.Â So, I stuck with just using the free service, and gave up on organizing my photos into albums, or setting the order in which they appear.Â I figured that using Flickr was still easier than emailing pictures to friends – they could just download them from Flickr, and everything would be fine.Â But THEN I discovered that there were other problems with not paying for Flickr.Â Namely, they delete your pictures.
I got an email from DDD this morning, asking “Where are the pictures from when you won the fantasy football championship?!?!?!?!?! I can’t find them on Flickr and I NEED THEM!!!!”Â So, I logged into Flickr to see what the deal was… and they’re gone.Â In fact, all but my last 200 photos are GONE.Â The tags are even gone!Â I did not receive ANY notification of this – no warning that I was approaching some limit, or that my pictures would not be on my page anymore.Â So you know what?
Flickr and I are DONE.Â I’m going back to Snapfish to make albums, and will use the FABULOUS Picasa to keep emailing out photos.Â Google – hurry up and start competing with Flickr!
In other, non-pissed-off news, I’m going back to California until the 17th, so I won’t be around here to entertain you.Â So… have a great week!Â See you later!
Tuesday was my birthday; to celebrate, the BF and I took Monday and Tuesday off work so we could have a long weekend.Â Nothing says happy birthday like not having to work, after all.Â Overall, the weekend was great – Lake Champlain, Vermont Cheddar, and Six Flags New England – with one minor exception.
My dad pulled a Sixteen Candles and forgot my birthhday!Â FORGOT!Â I’m at a lossÂ - I thought crap like this only happened to Molly Ringwald.Â I had to call HIM yesterday to remind him.Â
I know that sh*t happens, and that people aren’t perfect.Â I’ve spaced out about friend’s birthdays before, and once I forgot to wish my mom happy birthday until about 2 hours after I woke up.Â Sometimes things slip through the cracks.Â And I know he feels really bad about it now…but he’s my DAD.Â Shouldn’t he remember my freakin’ birthday?Â He was there!Â Shouldn’t my birthday be something that’s at the top of his mind?
I’m totally buggin’, yo.
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