Friday, February 20, 2004

Under, pre, post and over.

Hello!  I love that I say that like someone is actually reading this.  Go me.  My head hurts from work today.  I feel like that guy in Office Space.  I have 2 bosses.  Sometimes Young Boss will tell me to do something, but he only tells me part of the story.  Then Old Boss comes in and tells me a different way to do the same thing.  Or he?ll tell me a different piece to the puzzle that is the ?whole task?.  Sometimes one will tell me to do something, and the other will tell me not to.  Why?  Why are there so many chiefs on our little reservation?  And if there are gonna be so many, don?t you think they could at least have a tribal counsel once and a while and get their stories straight?  Damn.  I?m glad it?s Friday.  I?m even more glad that I get off at 3 on Friday?s.  HA-HA!  Only today I have an interview down town.  Friday afternoon traffic downtown?  Not so fun. 

On a happier note?

Had a great date with Gordon last night.  He took me to the place of our first date.  It was the anniversary of our first date, and since we blew the night we normally celebrate as our anniversary, I thought it was super sweet of him.  I also got the information I requested from Robert Gordon University in Aberdeen, Scotland.  YAY!  Unfortunately, they sent me the undergrad prospectus instead of the postgraduate one..  BOO!  Oh well. 

I?m outta here in 13 minutes.  NannyNannyBooBoo!

Have a great weekend!

Posted by amy t. @ 02:56 PM in • The Friday Files ·

Thursday, February 19, 2004

Good to be home

Well well well.  It has been too long.  A lot has happened to me since I last wrote on this page.  Once again, my New Year has started not so hot.  Let me catch you up?

Posted by amy t. @ 03:44 PM in • Imitation of Life ·

Wednesday, December 31, 2003

Should auld acquaintance be forgot?

Good ol’ Robbie Burns.  I like that song a lot more now that I am dating a Scotsman. 

Well, this will probably be my last post for a few days.  Now that I finally know how to get into MT away from this particular computer, I’ll try and make a post on Saturday.  My folks want me to come to their house for the weekend, and I can’t decide if that will make it easier or harder for me during my first few days of non-smoking life.  That’s right.  By the next time I post, I’ll be a non smoker.  I am absolutely terrified.  Between not smoking and starting my diet, I’ll be a right bitch for the next few weeks, I’m sure.  At least Gordon won’t be here for that drama.  That would make it all even more drama-licious because I’d be worring about us getting into a fight over some stupid thing just because I’m in the middle of a nic fit. 

I am so tired I could pass out right now with my head on my keyboard.  Best Friend called me not once, but twice in the middle of the night last night.  And for what?  An emergency? Car wreck?  Death of a loved one? No.  Just because something apparently gossip worthy happened at the bar last night.  Now, let it be known that Best Friend get’s pissy with me if I call her past 10:30 (11:30, her time) and she has to go to work in the morning.  Fine.  Oops, I keep forgeting the time difference.  But she called me at 2:45.  And then she called me again at 3:45.  And this time she left a message.  It took about 10 minutes for the message to come through, so then I got woken up again by the message alert.  I guess when I have to go to work in the morning there is no phone call cut off point.  Arg. 

Still haven’t solidified my plans for this evening, but first on my list is a big meaty meal, a hot shower, and a short nap. 

I hope all of you guys have a great time tonight, whatever your plans.  Please remember to be extremely careful if you’re on the road, and PLEASE take a cab if you’ve been drinking!  So, from MissDirected, Sophacita, & Gordon…

Posted by amy t. @ 01:32 PM in • Debauchery ·

Tuesday, December 30, 2003

I Think I Found My Way Home

I got an email from Denise yesterday.  She wanted to know if I’m still talking to White Brandon.  D, the answer is no.  For anyone else, I should probably tell you who White Brandon is.  First things first though.  The reason he is called White Brandon is because I also have a black friend named Brandon, and we needed a distinguisher when discussing my social life.  So, White Brandon it became. 

White Brandon is the reason I’m not ready to get married.

Posted by amy t. @ 03:59 PM in • Evaporated ·

Happy Plane Reading

Hey sweets!  I figured you deserved more than that little note I wrote.  I?m typing because it looks so much less conspicuous than me writing.  I know that some hard/scary/sad times promoted this trip, but I am glad you are getting to go home and see your family.  ?Huh?? you say.  I know I don?t ever seem glad, but I?m unglad (look, I just made a new word!) for a different reason.  A few weeks ago you told me to stop trying to make you feel bad about going home.  I hope you know that wasn?t my intention at all.  Yes, I?m upset that you won?t be here for New Year?s, but I?d be just as upset (probably more, to tell you the truth) if you were going to New Iberia for work and wouldn?t be there.  Ya know?  That comment from me had nothing to do with you going to see your family.  It wasn?t even about you, really.  It was about me and how I will feel lonely.  I?m not making sense.  Just know I never wanted to make you feel bad about not being here.  I am very unglad you felt that way.  It?s just extra hard because things seem to be going so good right now.  I know that one of the reasons it?s hard for me now is because you don?t leave often anymore.  And I know I wasn?t always good with it when you were leaving all the time, but now I look back and just think ?Good gawd, how did I manage all those times??  Okay.  I?m rambling. 

I am glad you will get to spend, not THE holiday, but A holiday with your family.  I know you miss them and that you?ve been really worried about your grandma.  We?ll celebrate New Year?s when you get back.  We can stay late at the pub one night and at midnight we?ll do a 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 countdown and then scream HAPPY NEW YEAR?S at each other and make out.  Okay?  Because we all know New Year?s Eve is much more about the drinking and the midnight kiss than it is about the actual start to the new year.  I just want you to know one thing before you leave.  Okay, that?s a lie, there are a million things, but you already know all of those.  One new thing.  Please know that not only will I ring in 2004 with a sad smile on my lips, (as you won?t be there to kiss them) but I will joyously ring out 2003 with no regrets about us in the past year.  I hope you can and will do the same.  Damn.  This keeps getting serious.  Really, my reason for writing this was to make you giggle.  Unglad.  UNGLAD, DAGordonIT! And I know tonight will be the worst, so I?m gonna pop a valium, curl up in my bed, and watch Finding Nemo slowly, frame by frame and then watch Harry Potter with no sound.  It?ll be just like you?re there.  Well, except that Sophacita will have enough bed space so that she can actually lay by me, instead of fighting me for the pillow and trying to suffocate me with her tail in the night.  Yup, I?m on to her.  That stupid puppy face is all a ruse.  She just keeps it up so that I keep her alive long enough for her to find a way to take me out so she can have you all to herself.  I guess I?ll need to watch my back while you?re gone.  Okay.  I need to go.  I?m going to lunch early so I can race home and surprise you while you pack and such.  I love you very much and I?ll see you when you get home.  Don?t forget to plug your phone in immediately, and please don?t forget to try and take it to the pub with you.  If I don?t get to talk to you at midnight, please try and call me sometime.  Tell mum and dad I said hello, and give Mairi a hug for me.  Tell her and Matthew to get there arses over here so I can meet them.  Safe flight. Be good. Miss me.  Take care.

Posted by amy t. @ 03:48 PM in • Dead Letter Office ·

Monday, December 29, 2003

Just Call Me Veruca

To fully appreciate this story, you first need some background.  2.5 years ago, I bought a dvd player at Circuit City.  It was a piece of shite.  I brought it in 3 or 4 times, and each time they told me there was nothing wrong with it.  They refused to give me a new one because there was nothing wrong with it.  I vowed to get them back for this.  So when it came to the warranty purchased in the forthcoming story, I relayed this information to the manager as well as my fears that this would happen again.  She told me, “People give in to easy these days.  Stick to your guns, girl!  You make them give you what you want.” That said…

So I got a new camera for Christmas.  A Kodak digital camera.  I sent Gordon the link to the exact camera I wanted, which was 2.0 MPs.  Circuit City had to order it, because they were out of stock, so Saturday we called to see if it was in yet.  “Yup, you can come down and pick it up any time,” they said.  So we went.  I bought my memory card and my warranty, and after about 20 minutes, someone finally came out and was like, “Um, actually it’s not here...Well you see miss, the packing list says it’s in there, but it’s not, so we are actually missing a camera, and we are victims in this, too.” That pretty much sealed it for me.  I was PISSED. 

I have to hand it to the manager, she worked her butt off to make it right.  They gave me some bullshite about not being able to notify me when the camera comes in because it’s under Gordon’s credit card.  Well that’s all good, lady, but he’s about to leave the country and I want my camera.  So, after much waiting, the manager decides to give me the next model up for the same price.  Well, she tried.  No store in or closely surrounding Houston had either model in stock.  Then the game begins.

“Well, we have this Nikon, and it is very comparable.  Would you like that?”
“No.  I want the Kodak.”
Five minutes pass…
“Well, we also have this really nice Cannon, and the features are very similar and the price is as well.”
“Does it let you take pictures in black and white?”
“Um, I’m not sure.”
“Then no.”
At this point Gordon begins laughing.  I can tell the manager is flustered and there was no doubt I was angry.  I just looked at her and said “I’m sorry.  But you are the one that told me to stick to my guns.  I want the Kodak for a reason.  That is the only camera I will take.”

Now, if they had just said something along the lines of “we’re sorry for your trouble, we will of course make an exception and call you when it comes in,” they would have saved themselves a lot of trouble and money.  Finally, after 90 minutes of crap, the manager goes over to the case, takes out the 3.1 MP and hands it to me.  That’s a $150 upgrade.  The only thing I had to pay was the difference on the cost of the warranty.  $10.82.  It’s a deal, it’s a steal, it’s the buy of the fucking century.  Yeah, Sarah.  I know that’s not exactly how it goes…

Gordon like his presents bunches.  He got a drawer of t-shirts, socks, and undies at my house so he never needs to worry about being without when he’s over there.  He got the Simpson’s Treehouse of Horrors dvd.  And he got a Magic Roundabout tea mug.  Oh, and a supafly back pack that will come in supahandy on this trip.  I can’t believe he’s leaving tomorrow. 

It’s a good thing my Christmas was so great, because my New Year’s is gonna suck my arse.

Posted by amy t. @ 04:38 PM in • Imitation of Life ·

Listy Lunes

As per Sarah’s instructions, I am posting this on my site because it can’t be posted in her comments.  Good call, Sarah.  2003 has been a year of discovery for me.  I discovered that I am who I am.  That I do not have an endless supply of money, and that I sometimes seem to have an endless amount of strength.  I guess the real discovery was that my endless amount of strength doesn’t just come from the people I love, as I always thought, but from deep inside myself.  Myself.  In 2003, despite all the ups and the many downs, I discovered a lot about myself.  So here, without further ado, is some of what MissDirected’s 2003 was made of.

Posted by amy t. @ 10:29 AM in • Evaporated ·

And With A Deep Sigh of Relief...

The Christmas holiday is over.  Thank goodness.  If I have to hear one more Kenny G Christmas song, I’ll kill someone.  I hope all have had a wonderful Christmas.  As I am very shallow, I have to say this was one of the best Christmas’ I’ve ever had.  Hands down.  Here’s the loot…

Posted by amy t. @ 10:01 AM in • Imitation of Life ·

Tuesday, December 23, 2003

So this is Christmas

Well, it’s the end of the day.  My posts over the next few days will be a bit spotty.  I have to go home to the folks house.  yippee.  once again i’m thrilled.  But at least this time there will be presents, and there is a little neighborhood block party on Christmas Eve, which always ends up being fun.  Especially because, since I don’t have to drive, I can get shitfaced.  Why not? My mom does.  I’ll be putting up a post or two while I’m at my parent’s house, but Friday-Sunday will be pretty uneventful here at MissDirected Manor.  So, I hope all your Christmas wishes come true, and please, be safe.

Lata suckas!

Posted by amy t. @ 04:52 PM in • The Friday Files ·

And Now, A Completely Random Thought

Well, it’s not Friday.  It’s better than Friday.  It is my last day of work this week.  YAY! And I’m sooo ready.  Therefore, all posts today will go in my Friday category.  Because I want them to.  But now to the point.  Gordon and I were watching Star Wars Episode II the other night, and I began to wonder…

Would Star Wars have been as popular if it had started “A long time from now, in a galaxy far, far away”?  Maybe not that exact wording, but… Would it have been as monumentally successful if it had been taking place in the future, not the past?  I don’t think it would have been*.

Posted by amy t. @ 09:31 AM in • The Friday Files ·

Monday, December 22, 2003

Alfred Hitchcock is Coming For Me

I just read an archived post on James‘ site.  It was about some basketball player who needs a kidney.  There was some talk about how people feel weird about donating organs to people they don’t know.  I have two things to say about that.  The first is this: If you found out tomorrow that you were going to die without a transplant in, oh, let’s say two months, would you really care if the donor was a stranger?  And the second thing is just a little useful knowledge about kidney donation. 

In several big cities around the country they have what is called the kidney swap.  Let’s say your best friend needs a kidney, but no one close to him/her is a match.  Well, then you would call up the kidney swap.  Here’s how it works.  Your friend goes on the kidney transplant list.  You donate a kidney to someone on the list.  Your friend gets bumped up.  Right under the “Will Die Within 24 Hours Without Transplant” people, I would imagine*.  Why do I know this you ask?  Because my brother in law will need a transplant soon.  But that is another story for another day.

This just in:  I just stood up and a piece of lettuce fell off the front of my shirt.  A bite size piece.  Not the shredded kind, either.  I’m talking salad kind. 

I got back from lunch over an hour ago.  Yep.  Fucktard.  Right here. 

Alfred Hitchcock is after me.  There are currently about 70 crows sitting outside my window.  The Birds! The Birds!  The Goddamn Birds!

* If there are any people reading this who know someone on the transplant list, please don’t think I’m taking the piss.  I know it’s serious.  I am in no way trying to mock the people on the transplant list.

Posted by amy t. @ 03:17 PM in • Imitation of Life ·

I'm sorry, this is a non-smoking life...

Well.  I did it.  I called and made the appointment.  I have exactly 260 hours, 50 minutes left to smoke.  Yup.  I made my acupuncture appointment for 11 a.m., Friday, January 2, 2004.  Way to start the new year, right?  I am both extremely excited about quitting and extremely terrified that I will fail.  Everyone out there keep your fingers crossed for me.  K? Thanks.

Posted by amy t. @ 02:13 PM in • Evaporated ·

Productivity Bites

Wow.  What a great weekend.  I did absolutely nothing.  Okay.  That’s not true.  I actually accomplished a heckuvalot on Saturday.  And didn’t come out too much in the hole.  After a frantic, rip everything apart search, I finally found the receipt to my parents DVD player.  Then my cheap arse took it back and got them a cheaper one.  I know, you can feel the love.  After spending the difference buying boxes, wrapping paper, tissue paper, ribbon, much needed household items, and some sexy new knickers for myself, I headed to the mall.  Yowza, I know.  I only had to drive around for about 15 minutes to find a parking place, which I don’t think is too bad since they now have valet parking at this mall.  I went in and returned some stuff I bought on my birthday.  About $30 worth, so go me.  And I got a good burn in on the sales lady.  I went to Dillard’s to return some makeup and some nylons.  This is how it went…

Sales Lady: Oh, you didn’t purchase these items here.  You are supposed to take them back to the original store.
MissDirected:  Well, I don’t really have that option.  I know you are allowed to take it back.
SL:  Oh, well, you used this lipstick.  We are not allowed to take this back unless there is a product defect.
MD:  That’s not true.
SL:  Yes it is.
MD:  Look, I know it’s crappy that I bought it from there and I’m returning it here.  I know you don’t want to take it because it goes against your counter sales, but I know the girl I bought it from and I don’t want her to know I’m returning it.
SL:  I’m sorry miss, but I can’t return used merchandise.
MD:  Um, then should we call the manager, because I used to work cosmetics at Dillard’s West Oaks and I know damn well you can take it back.

This was followed by a glare that would have burned holes in me if she’d had laser eyes.

After that, I went home and made a disaster area out of my living room.  There is wrapping stuff all over the place.  Ah well.  To finish off my night, I went to Old Navy and bought some new jeans.  The size I normally wear was, not to tight, but tight enough that I would be really uncomfortable for 5 hours after they came out of the dryer.  So I bought the next size up.  And after only a few hours, they are falling off.  I feel like Paris Hilton.  I just know my arsecrack is hanging out all over the place.  There’s only two differences.  Unlike Miss Hilton, I actually have an ass.  And unlike her, guys are not drooling all over mine.

Sunday was a great, lazy day.  For reals, I didn’t get out of bed until 7 p.m., and that was just to go to the video store.  Watched Terminator 3.  I actually really liked it, accept for the fact that they left it wide open for another one.  Just have a definitive end, damn it! 

On the down side, I just found out I’ll be alone for New Year’s Eve.  Gordon is going to Scotland for 2 weeks, and he leaves on December 30.  How bastard-y is that?  I’m not mad.  He needs to go see his grandma and his parents are going to France (speh!  I spit on you!) at the end of the month.  So he had a small window of opportunity and that is the only flight he could get within that window.  I guess I’ll just be kissing Sophacita this year.  Oh well.  At least he’s coming back.  I still haven’t heard anything about him getting sent back home for work, but as far as I’m concerned, no news is good news on that front.  Hope everyone had a great weekend, and that it was much more exciting than mine.

Posted by amy t. @ 12:35 PM in • Imitation of Life ·

Friday, December 19, 2003

I suck.

HooHa!  It’s Friday again.  This week went by pretty quick.  I don’t have a lot of time, so I’ll just recap…

Last night I went to Local Pub and when I paid our tab I walked off and left $24 on the bar.  I love me some Cranky Barman, but I don’t love him that much.  That was about 100% tip.  Yeah.  Oops. 

The battery in Gordon’s alarm clock is going dead, so it only goes off randomly.  It’s a miracle I made it to work on time. 

I am still cracking up about Chunky Dunking. 

I had the most onion-ated burger ever today.  I think there was enough onions on that puppy to cover 47 double burgers.  Yowza.  My breath stinks.  And I’m having a bad hair day.

I have to go shopping tomorrow because I forgot to buy wrapping paper.  Yup, I’m a dumbass. 

I am really perturbed by an article Sean posted on Emily’s blog about an old woman who had a stroke and then her cats ate her face. 

And I’m gonna have a pretty boring weekend because Gordon ran out of money this week and doesn’t get paid until the 24th.  Ha Ha to him, because he has to go out and buy my Christmas present on Christmas Eve.  He is a man who hates to shop, and I do not envy him one bit. 

Oh, and while I passed up the cake yesterday, I didn’t do so well today.  I had me a damn tasty breakfast taco, which I can only assume was made by an “authentic mexican” (as my ex called them) at a stand on the side of the road.  Healthy?  I think so.

And finally, did I mention it was Friday?

Okay.  I know this post sucked.  I’ll try and do a good one on Monday.  Have a great weekend!

Posted by amy t. @ 04:57 PM in • The Friday Files ·

Thursday, December 18, 2003

I'm so proud

Sorry about all the parentheses

In an attempt to prepare myself for the diet that will inevitably start January 1 (or when Gordon visits home), I am trying to be reasonably good.  I’ve already given up french fries with my (fast food) lunches, and while a BLT from Sonic (which I eat most days) isn’t the healthiest of foods, it’s not a double cheeseburger either.  And at least Sonic has crispy bacon, not that soaked in it’s own grease to the point of melting apart kind like at most fast food joints (heh, joints).  Anyways, I am proud to say that I just turned down free cake.  German. Chocolate. Cake.  I love the stuff and I turned it down.  YAYFORME!  Now, if only I could stop drinking soda…

Posted by amy t. @ 04:41 PM in • Just Eat It ·