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Cootie Girl: everyday is like sunday
6.21.2004
"Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard:
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
In the seaside town
...that they forgot to bomb
Come, Come, Come - nuclear bomb
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey"
-Morrissey
I am a very tired cranky Cootie Girl and I'll tell you why .... Ok maybe just tired ... slightly happy ... could be doing better Cootie Girl. Oh and just to for warn you this is a bit of a vent about work and life in general.
My job sucks - this is not new. I totally yelled at my co-worker a few weeks ago for being a complete and utter ass and not having enough courtesy to respect my roll in the office (I really just want to punch him and bring him in the 21st century). Since then I have become the Stepford worker. Not a thing bothers me. If my work gets done or if it doesn't I am not going to stress over it. I'm there, I work, I leave ... that is my life in the office for the last few weeks and it is working well for me. I block out most of the annoying people and strive to learn some new things so I could get that other position I am so ready for. In other words it's just rut rut rut.
Last weekend I had a 4 day weekend and totally loved it. I got a manicure, pedicure, facial and a haircut. I went to the movies, played poker, ate some good food and had some good times. This week I went out after work Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday and even went out Saturday despite the fact that I was working this Sunday. I'm a wild girl about town these days yet it seems like nothing new or exciting is happening to me. The most exciting thing I can tell you about was the dream I had on Friday night where I met my new boyfriend - he happens to look like every married guy in a cold medicine commercial and was a goaltender for his neighborhood hockey team. I think the Hockey part of my dream is because I am stressing over the possible Hockey lockout situation - I sure hope they come to an agreement because I miss it too much already I don't know if I could handle it if there is no Hockey come October. Oh and in the dream we were picking a fantasy hockey team and I remember yelling "don't pick Anson Carter I hate that guy", no offence Anson but you really sucked last year.
Is it just me (and Eddie Vedder) or is anyone else pissed off about the extra cost Ticketmaster has. I really want to get tickets to the Cure festival "Curiosa" but Randall's Island doesn't have a box office and the extra cost comes to something like $16 for each ticket that is already $60. So ridiculous don't you think?
I also wanted to explain the music quote this time - reason #1 I heard this song last night and thought it would be a good title for today's post but look at that it's already tomorrow. #2 I associated the song with my work situation ... I work every other Sunday and everyday I work so everyday is like Sunday (today at work all I could think of is "How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here") #3 I think I need to give Morrissey a second chance (being a Cure I was not allowed to listen to the Smiths with any respect - I'm older and wiser now I know better)
Well look at that - it's after 12:45 am - another late night. You know the only reason I was writing this post was because I am doing laundry and I am waiting for it to finish so I could hang it up and go to bed. I think it's been finished since 11:50 ... why do I babble like I do? I know - I picked that up from Tricia - Thanks Tricia!
