Training Day

Ok its more like training three weeks.

My two teams are going through a new training "thing". I am there to learn along with them but I'm not officially enrolled and am not held to any measurement at the end. If I'm getting paid for it, I'm good.

So we do the usually, "lets go around the table and tell everyone who you are, how long have you worked here and one thing that no one knows about you". Its been the same introduction in every meeting or new classroom training since I've been there.

"I'm Anne, I've been here 4 years and I'm a Star Wars nerd"

Really easy, right?

I end up asking conversation starters for my 16 minions (the other half are taking this training later) because (whiny voice) they can't think of anything.

I asked the guy next to me, "How did you propose to your wife?" Everyone ended up answering the same question (I don't know why) but discovered that people really like those cute engagement stories. Once again, I'm the weirdo who doesn't put much stock in romanticisms and did NOT share her casual conversation of marital agreement, while driving in the car on the way to a local fast food establishment in 1996.

that show on sunday

I got creeped out at the end when Bill recited the prayer over the sacrament, BECAUSE I WAS SAYING IT ALONG WITH HIM AND DIDN'T REALIZE IT! Blech.

So, when is True Blood coming back?

Saturday is Fun

My current Facebook status says, "After I left the salon, the manicurist asked my BFF HOW I married a WHITE GUY"

Saturday morning Talullah Toyota, (the given name of my 4Runner) had to get her oil changed. Dave dropped me at the salon then came and picked me up at noon. I had a nail appointment at the same time that my best friend, Heather, had an appointment with our hair guy, Tony, so after she saw how cute my nails were she decided to get a manicure while her hair color was setting. I was chatted with her and Tony and the manicurist when Dave walked in. He stepped over to say hello to Tony while Heather and I wrapped up our conversation about meeting later that day for pomagranate martinis and a movie.

The manicurist asked if that was my friend and I said that's my husband, said goodbye to everyone and left.

So we meet Heather and Dean for food at about 3pm and she tells me what happened after I left. The manicurist asked Heather if that was my friend and she said no that's her husband.

M: That's her HUSBAND!?! HOW DID THAT HAPPEN!?! HE'S SO LIGHT!?!

Then she asks Heather about my history with Dave, How did we meet, how long did we date, how long have we been married...?

Seriously I find this completly funny.

I update my status on Twitter (which updates Facebook) then send a message to the only former boyfriend on Facebook that apparently I was lucky to have him since he is white. Totally funny. Anyway, It's the main reason why I dated him, because he's white (jk) I am a smart ass, can you tell?

Anyway, the martinis were amazing and the movie was really good. I am totally smitten with Jason Segal and Paul Rudd.

Its probably because they're white guys.

I am so freaking tired

Bloody hell, I'm beat

I neglected to finish my homework for this evening so last night I stayed after class, went to the library and stayed til 11pm to complete the assignment.

This where I know I'm not invincible. I felt like I hadn't slept a wink waking up. I was assisting a new employee today, I was basically a person sitting nearby to answer questions. Torturous when all you want to do is sleep.

Two things brightened my day.

Toddster has a new haircut and he looks quite cute. He came by to say hello when I was waiting my turn to get a sandwich made. He said hello by blowing on my neck. We discussed the gang coming over to the house in a few weekends. We have to use the patio before Spring starts and the temperatures climb into the 90's

Professor Hottie paused in front of me, tilted his head slightly and smiled, inhaled, exhaled and handed me my test (96%! its because I'm awesome). It was all in slow motion. sigh. Well..it felt like it was in slow motions to me.

this weeks episode

The endowment ceremony was shown along with some dialogue that probably passed by lots of non-mormons ears but REALLY shocked me that they ACTUALLY really said. Watching the ritual was really jarring for me.

Unresolved issues? I guess so!

• First I started crying
• then I wanted to throw up
• then I thought about what it would have been like living in that world if I had married that guy
• then I knew that I could never live in that environment and would have been pretty devastating to break away if I had let my membership continue in that church
  
• then I felt sorry for those people that I loved who really believed this stuff LIKE MY PARENTS
• Then I remembered that my father and my aunt were dressed in the temple clothes for their funerals
  
• So that image made me want to throw up again.
• I was finally relieved that I'm not in that community that it was all made up

So as you can figure out that was a roller coaster for me for a good five minutes

I'm okay now

Bullet Points to Catch Up

Bullet points are a cop out, yes, to a real post but I'm trying to add something in here. At least its not a meme. You should see my facebook notes. Its Meme-tastic over there.

• There is a "mean-girl" at work who is discovering that her outbursts directed at others is affecting how people want to work with her. More than a few people have mentioned that they don't understand why she can't be as nice and sunshine-y as me. WOW, I'm doing really well in hiding my evilness
• My request for Academic Renewal was approved. My sucky GPA from 1989 at ASU has been wiped out and I now have a non-loser GPA. yay for me!
• I LOVE http://www.picnik.com/ Because I made this. I found the picture, made it look polaroid-y and added the note. yummy
• I had a very interesting question from the boyfriend before the husband on my facebook. The one thing that I can't stand about typed messages is that I can't decipher the meaning behind the question because I can't hear his voice and I can't type a question to clear up whatever my misunderstanding is. And I don't have his phone number. And I now get the feeling that a phone call wouldn't be welcome from me. But really, its a small thing I'm over it, just this whole Facebook thing is a bit strange, just for reasons like this.
• I can't wait for Big Love this sunday. It's going to show part of the endowment ceremony in the Mormon temple. Yes, I used to be Mormon and this show gives me such joy when I see things in it that most wouldn't see. Things that are SOO Mormon. Also things that I thought were normal, meaning that I didn't see why the pieces of it were out of the ordinay. I mentioned a few of those things to the guy I mentioned above (in 1992, 1993, 1994; not about the show just about the religious teachings of that church) and not only did he tell me that they were strange but why, which started those baby steps to Atheism.
  
• I'm still forging ahead in watching all the seasons of House. I love this show, I love Hugh Laurie.
• The BFF got me to purchase a DVD player without region codes. Region codes only allow the DVD's to be played from certain regions of the globe. My US player won't play UK dvd's, for instance. This one has the region codes removed. I am now catching up on a BBC series that I could only purchase from Amazon.UK
• It looks like we really might be going to Ireland in August. I talked to my sister in law, yesterday about what needs to happen for us to go, news about the nieces boyfriends and what the nephews are up to. I might get to go to a UK wedding. I will need a fabulous hat! Yay!

Ok, I have to go to a birthday party so I'm out of here, but this is a good start.

I'm over it because I have to be

All right I'm sick of this shit!

I privatized my blog and then it is such a goddamn pain for ME to get into that I even stopped going there.

I promised to start writing here again and then some douche decides that I'm her answer to her lonely life.

fuck her.

I'm not making any other accommodations to change my day because of that asshole. I stopped doing it at work. That's where I see her, at work. I actually completely forget about her and she works 20 feet away from me. She hasn't approached me since whenever this all went down, but she keeps staring at me like a sad puppy dog when she walks by.

I think about her when I think that I want to write here and I think its a pain to get into the stupid account and I say forget it.

Well not anymore.