I need new headphones for my iPod. The outer rubber rim of the right speaker came off and it kinda hurts when it’s in my ear. Boo.
Okay, so Aaron’s not the only person who doesn’t remember talking on the phone last Friday night. I called (at least) three people and I have no recollection of speaking to them. But apparently I left happy messages, so it’s all good. Just slightly embarrassing.
I had an entertaining lunch break today. I went home and watched yesterday’s Oprah featuring Justin Timberlake. Love him. All these women were screaming and clapping in the audience, and seriously, if I was in Oprah’s audience when Justin Timberlake was the guest, I’d be screaming too! He’s so sexy. Again: love him. In addition to Mr. Timberlake gracing my screen, I also got to chat with Gregory for a bit. He seemed rushed, asked me to pass some messages along, and sent love my way.
Last night, somewhere on Cary Parkway between Outback and Kristen’s house, I started wheezing like crazy. And Kristen, being the concerned medical professional that she is, started laughing hysterically. And then I started to laugh, which made my asthma act up even more. I thought we were going to run off of the road. It was pretty retarded.
I’m taking Kate to the hockey game tomorrow night. I don’t have to work, and she’s never been, so we’re going to sit in the cheapie seats. I’ve never sat up there, but I’m kind of looking forward to it. For all the time I’ve spent in that arena, I’ve probably been on the third floor maybe a total of 10 minutes, most of which were running up the stairs to say hello to Shel who once had season tickets. It was sweet to have my then-boyfriend at all the home games. Although we were on bad terms at that point, I was happy to know he was in the building. He always wore a brown and white hat, and if I stood at section 220, I could see him.
Yesterday was my office fun day, and I think it was a success. We ordered pizza, spent the afternoon at Frankie’s Fun Park, then everyone ended up at Frankie’s bar, which was actually pretty nice! A picture of some folks is below. Oh, and I totally learned my lesson; rather than partake in the free alcohol at work, I downed some Shirley Temples. Yum. Maraschino cherries!
I’m having my first sort of frustration with this job. Some of my marketing assistants are giving me a hard time about AP Style, and I’m having a hard time putting my foot down. You have to understand that I have spent nearly my entire life trying to never upset/hurt anyone. I have never, ever, under any circumstances, wanted to upset another person. And I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the two most difficult events of my life required me knowingly hurting someone else. So for me to even tell a marketing assistant that I’m denying their collateral is painful for me because they take it personally. And then, on top of it, I feel like the Grammar Nazi, and to a certain extent I am because I have to be. I need to be like, “This is the way it is, bitches! Commas don’t go there!” But no, I turn all wimpy and apologetic, and thus appear spineless and lose my authority. Still kinda can’t believe I manage people.