Monthly Archives: January 2007

crying uncle

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The morning is officially over, so I’m waving a white flag of surrender to this really bad day. I’m hoping the nasty times were just isolated to this morning, when I not only got up on the wrong side of the bed but actually slept in the wrong bed altogether. Maybe my afternoon will go better. It almost has to, or I’ll burst into tears and scare my co-workers and some clients.

In addition to the parking problems I had this morning, my work laptop is dying. I think the RAM I got last month is faulty; I’ve tried a bunch of different things but everything points to the memory. There’s nothing like doing a whole bunch of work only to get BSoD’d in the middle of it all – hell, I couldn’t even boot this morning. I was in such a rage that my boss sent me on an errand to get me out of the office, and I took the opportunity to see if I could a) return the faulty RAM, or b) get more. No luck for either one; the memory is more than 30 days old and also they’re out of stock. I headed back to the office where the parking situation had not eased – I’m currently parked in another lot owned by the same company, but is more expensive. Here’s hoping they don’t look at my ticket stub too closely; the last thing I need is another parking ticket for my Wall of Shame.

Last night’s brilliant idea of sleeping in the spare room to get away from Ed’s snotty snores didn’t turn out to be so brilliant after all. I slept very poorly, and woke up very sore. Tonight I’m going to try drugging myself unconscious with some Benedryl and hope that I fall asleep before his disgusting noises start. I know he can’t help it, but that doesn’t change the fact that I can’t sleep. I am sore and tired and oh, having such a bad day.

I do have leftovers from last night’s Indian food though, and that is making things a little better for the time being.

I hate being this out of sorts. I feel like I’m grumpy and horrid towards everyone, and it’s making me feel very guilty for sucking so much. I’ll have to buy some treats for the space station later to apologize for being such a basket case – all I need is some sleep and perhaps a solid kick to my rear end, and I’ll be better. I think. It could also backfire and send me into a murderous rage.

i hate everything

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BAD. MOOD.

The lot I park the Mazdabator in was full. I of course discovered this AFTER I paid for parking, meaning I have a $6 ticket that won’t allow me to park anywhere. I had to park on the street outside my office but it’s crazy busy out there due to all the damn construction. I finally found street parking, but I had to circle around twice before I found a spot. I plugged the meter with all my remaining change, but it’s only good for another hour before I either have to try the lot again or find a lot more money because the metered spots are $2/h. I was already late for work and all this just made me later and gave me ass marbles the size of Australia, and when I opened the door to the office my space boss jumped out and yelled BOO at me which made me jump and now I am SUPER DUPER CRANKY MEGA EXTREME with GIANT POINTY ASS MARBLES.

Fuck.

kimli + natalie = tl4e

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I have a crush on Ed’s wife.

While working for the UAC, I had a teammate I shall call Ed, because that is his name. He was hired for astronaut duty after I had left Calgary, but had the good sense to get out long before I did. Over the duration of his astro-tenure, he got married to the lovely Natalie. They are both Nintendo nerds and wholly entertaining, even if they have a frightening passion for football. They are officially Good People, and I count them among my friends even though we’ve never actually met.

Natalie wrote an update last Tuesday that I think deserves to be shared with the whole world but I will settle for sharing with you guys. Read her story, and if you aren’t madly in love with her afterwards you have a heart of stone and probably are guilty of the same crimes as her antagonist.

Natalie is awesome.

let me sleep on it

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Ed’s illness has entered the snotty stuffed up stage, meaning he snores louder than usual and with a charmingly thick gurgling sound. This is in no way disgusting and/or impeding my sleep in any way – last night I gave up and tried to sleep on the couch. I say “tried”, because our couch seems to be made of bricks and pointy barbed wire. I am very sore this morning and more than a little tired, which might explain why I woke up with “Paradise by the Dashboard Light” stuck in my head.

Nothing says “Hey, it’s Tuesday!” like a heaping serving of morning Meatloaf.

I am not cut out for a life in Support. I’ve always known this, but the last few weeks have made it glaringly apparent that I have no business dealing with the public. I do not play well with others, and word is starting to get out that while I obviously know my shit very well, I am grouchy and impatient and mean and I truly hate stupid people. I don’t intend to be short with the users, but I can’t help it seeing as I am only two feet tall (but righteous y’all). I’ve been promised that this is temporary, and I am glad that I’m in essence creating the team as well as all processes followed instead of just a run of the mill support monkey, but still. It’s frustrating, and my frustration is turning into abuse on our less intelligent clientele. Luckily for me our space bosses know my strengths in other areas, and they keep soothing the savage Kimli by promising that this is temporary – in the meantime, I just need to suck it up and take some deep breaths, and perhaps also take up drinking.

The sunshine outside is helping to elevate my mood. I can’t wait for spring to come – I desperately miss riding Sally!

ghost ridden

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I don’t like Nicolas Cage, okay. He seems to play the same long-faced sad sack of a character in every movie I know him to be in.

That being said, I am very intrigued by the trailers for Ghost Rider. It looks pretty damn entertaining – perhaps not so much that I will end my two+ year no-movie streak, but enough so I’d check it out on DVD or through my “connections”. I was a pretty hardcore comic book geek back in the day, but Ghost Rider was never one of my interests so I don’t have any pre-conceived notions of what is or is not kosher for his character.

Today at work I was asked to market gorillas.

holy inappropriate

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I picked a bad week for Skirt Week, in which I wear a skirt every day. It’s all a part of Operation: Spring – I’ve decided that I’ve had entirely enough of winter, so it’s time for it to be spring. I’ve done the spring cleaning, I’m wearing spring clothes – all that’s left is for me to go into heat and start humping everything in sight. Spring will come, and it will come soon. I know this, because I shaved my legs. If that doesn’t equal spring, I don’t know what does.

I am disgustingly busy at work, and I don’t much care for it at all. We have a new guy starting today too, and I’m supposed to somehow bring him up to astronaut speed all while solving the problems of the known universe. Seriously, I don’t make enough chickens for this kind of stress. I take my amusements where I can get them though; I’ve been stalking our fresh meat through his blog. He’s far braver than I – he listed his blog on his resume, whereas I tend to try to hide mine until after they’ve offered me the job. Something about my being wholly inappropriate .. I don’t know what that’s all about. It might have something to do with my tendency to talk about my lady parts at every opportunity, but it could be a racial thing too. Everyone is trying to keep the half-Malaysian half-Canadian race DOWN. Damn the man! Damn the man with my vagina!

Frankly, I rather like being inappropriate. It sure beats the alternative – besides, I have nowhere to put a white picket fence.

BACK TO SPACE WITH ME!

clean as several whistles

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I reckon the sooner I get the spring cleaning done, the sooner spring will come. To that end, I’ve been going pretty much non-stop since Friday. I cleaned the bedroom today – you can actually see the floor now. Granted, cleaning the bedroom basically created 6 loads of laundry, but hey – floor. That’s a start, anyway. The kitchen is clean, the living room is .. well, it’s lived in, and as far as I can tell there are only three pairs of jeans left on the floor in various places for me to pick up. They’re all mine. I have too many pairs of jeans, yet in the same vein, I don’t have nearly enough.

Ed is sick. The cold that started with Josh has made its way to Ed and Shan, and they are both sniffly and full of germs. Seeing as I am apparently the only one of us who does not make out with Josh on a regular basis, I am fine – except  I am still experiencing wikked back pain with occasional nausea and vertigo.

I didn’t think I needed to point this out, but I don’t *really* have herpes of any kind. It’s just the generic term I use for all my aches and pains. I’m coming clean with my lack of herpes because several times in the last two days someone has been searching for “kimli herpes” on the internets and inevitably stumbling through here. I don’t have herpes, okay. I am disease free. The only true condition I have is a touch of hypochondria with a hefty dose of melodrama. I could easily nickname my imagined diseases something else, but I find it is in terrible taste to crow about my seven cancers or nine AIDS – so herpes it is. I have fourteen of them!

The thought of doing laundry is abhorrent to me. Maybe I’ll just play video games instead.

rendering .. obsolete

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The nausea has subsided, but my back pain is both raging and spectacular. I’ve been treating it with a heated Magic Bag at night and many drugs during the day, but it doesn’t seem to be doing much other than upsetting my already delicate stomach. I forgot my trusty Advil this morning, so I had to go to the store to buy a bottle of something – that something being Tylenol ULTRA RELIEF, which promises to, among other things, whiten my whites and make me more alluring to the opposite sex. I’d give all that up in a heartbeat if it would make my back stop hurting, though – what good will white whites and sexy times do me when I’m hunched over and moaning in pain?

Ed and I are taking tomorrow off from work in the name of errands. Among the things I plan to accomplish are a doctor’s appointment in which I demand to be placed on the free-for-all surgical list because I can’t afford to pay $3000 per foot; taking Ed’s broken DS to the Nintendo depot for fixin’; returning our empty bottles to the other, less fun depot to start our anniversary vacation fund; a haircut; removing furniture from our bedroom and donating it to whoever wants it; hunting for a Wii, meatballs. It’s pretty lame to take an entire day off to do all this, but I figger we can spend some Quality Time as well as tackle all the little things we SHOULD do but just never seem to get around to actually doing on account of our both being really lazy. There are even some Bonus Tasks we could do – sign up for memberships with the North Shore rec centres, laundry, buy a pug, hunt down the specific and fancy shampoo I require – our list of things we need to do is endless.

We’re also supposed to go to Victoria to see my mom, but I am a bad human and at times also a logical one. My back hurts, see. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but it does. When we go to my mom’s house, I have to sleep on the world’s most uncomfortable leather loveseat. If my back didn’t hurt before going to my mom’s, it certainly would afterward – I don’t even want to think about the pain I’d be in if I tried to sleep on that thing in my current condition. The trip to see mom will have to wait, and it’s a shame because I really could use some guilt shoes. Perhaps the following weekend? We shall see, no?

I am going to make up an itemized list of things we need to do tomorrow, arranged by location and distance from the previous task. Super Anal – it’s not just a porn series, it’s my LIFE.