Dawn's Digression.
Thursday, July 10, 2003
I'm eating the chicken, but I'm not happy about it!
I was going to go downstairs and grab myself a nice meaty hamburger and a helping of tater tots. Our cafeteria has the best tater tots you could ever eat in your life. No lie. Better than Sonic. Yeah, it's that good. But I knew I had some lovely healthy roasted chicken in the fridge, so I'm eating that instead. I like the chicken, but I don't want it. You know what I really want? Cake. With buttercream icing. None of that crazy whipped icing. No, sir. Give me a big ol' slice with a nice big icing flower on it. That's what I want. Now.
On the fourth, Michele and I went to a party at Tonya's house. A couple of acquaintances were getting ready to leave. We hadn't seem them in months, so I was all, "Bye! See you in another 6 months or so!" Them: "Well, we'll at least see you in October for the reception." Me: "...." I have no idea what I said. I just looked at Michele. Michele looked at me. We had no intentions of inviting them. None. I know the girl...have seen her probably 6 times in the last 3 years, but I've never even had a one on one conversation with her. Her girlfriend, I've seen 3 times now. I'm not even sure what her name is! That's not all. There was another couple there who we have actually been more friendly with. I like them. We've never hung out or anything, but I like them. They were sitting right there. So, if we have to invite acquaintance and girlfriend, we have to invite them as well. Four people added to our guest list. That pool party just cost us over $80. I don't think I'll be attending any more social functions. I simply cannot afford them.
Our guest list has gone beserk. I even deleted some people from my 'B' list. We still have over 100 invites. We're aiming for 75 attendees. 75*20=1500 Do-able. 100*20=2000. Not do-able. You'd think it was since that's only $500. But, um... yeah... Can you say 'House'? I can. There's always the wonderful truth that not everyone you invite will come. I'm even contemplating doing the tacky thing and sending the invites in two waves. First, the people I MUST have, then the ones I'd like to have. I'm pissed I've already had to remove some of my friends. I think I'm going to have to hurt a lot of feelings. I think that if neither Michele nor I know someone's last name, we shouldn't need to invite them.
I was at work until almost 7 last night. I get off at 4:30. It looks like I may be here late again. Which is, of course, why I suddenly have time to blog. Not to worry, it's not overtime, I'm not taking advantage. I get paid hourly, but work like a salary employee. Which means I just budget my time to get things done in about 40 hours a week. If I take an hour lunch one day, I just plan to stay late another. No biggie. And I can do that since I don't have a boss here. He works in another building. Thank God. My attendance has gotten horrible. I show up at least 15 minutes late every day. I just don't want to come.
I brought a new can of Lysol up here this week. Very exciting. I just finished disinfecting the door handle to the break room. I've been a bit odd about touching things lately. You ever think about all the bacteria on your stuff? What about that nice keyboard you've been typing on? Who else has typed on that thing after picking their nose? That's disgusting. And door handles. *shiver* Don't get me started.
I'm wiggin' out a little bit today. Not a lot, but a little. I would ask someone for help if there was anything I thought someone could help with. "Um, yeah.....Ruby, can you please take this guest list and contact these people with no last names to retrieve their names and addresses?" Yeah, right. Or how about, "Mom, can you please pick out our invitations, including wording, and order them?"
Seriously, does anyone out there have pretty handwriting? I need someone to address the invites and my handwriting SUCKS. So does Michele's. I say that with love. But it's true. Very lesbianish, it is. I think yours is okay, Kimber...I've only seen it once or twice on a Christmas card. What about you Melody?? I think everyone in my family has terrible handwriting as well. Maybe Helen (Patti's wife [Michele's other best friend besides Shelley]) has good handwriting.
Have I mentioned Michele's birthday is next Thursday?
On the fourth, Michele and I went to a party at Tonya's house. A couple of acquaintances were getting ready to leave. We hadn't seem them in months, so I was all, "Bye! See you in another 6 months or so!" Them: "Well, we'll at least see you in October for the reception." Me: "...." I have no idea what I said. I just looked at Michele. Michele looked at me. We had no intentions of inviting them. None. I know the girl...have seen her probably 6 times in the last 3 years, but I've never even had a one on one conversation with her. Her girlfriend, I've seen 3 times now. I'm not even sure what her name is! That's not all. There was another couple there who we have actually been more friendly with. I like them. We've never hung out or anything, but I like them. They were sitting right there. So, if we have to invite acquaintance and girlfriend, we have to invite them as well. Four people added to our guest list. That pool party just cost us over $80. I don't think I'll be attending any more social functions. I simply cannot afford them.
Our guest list has gone beserk. I even deleted some people from my 'B' list. We still have over 100 invites. We're aiming for 75 attendees. 75*20=1500 Do-able. 100*20=2000. Not do-able. You'd think it was since that's only $500. But, um... yeah... Can you say 'House'? I can. There's always the wonderful truth that not everyone you invite will come. I'm even contemplating doing the tacky thing and sending the invites in two waves. First, the people I MUST have, then the ones I'd like to have. I'm pissed I've already had to remove some of my friends. I think I'm going to have to hurt a lot of feelings. I think that if neither Michele nor I know someone's last name, we shouldn't need to invite them.
I was at work until almost 7 last night. I get off at 4:30. It looks like I may be here late again. Which is, of course, why I suddenly have time to blog. Not to worry, it's not overtime, I'm not taking advantage. I get paid hourly, but work like a salary employee. Which means I just budget my time to get things done in about 40 hours a week. If I take an hour lunch one day, I just plan to stay late another. No biggie. And I can do that since I don't have a boss here. He works in another building. Thank God. My attendance has gotten horrible. I show up at least 15 minutes late every day. I just don't want to come.
I brought a new can of Lysol up here this week. Very exciting. I just finished disinfecting the door handle to the break room. I've been a bit odd about touching things lately. You ever think about all the bacteria on your stuff? What about that nice keyboard you've been typing on? Who else has typed on that thing after picking their nose? That's disgusting. And door handles. *shiver* Don't get me started.
I'm wiggin' out a little bit today. Not a lot, but a little. I would ask someone for help if there was anything I thought someone could help with. "Um, yeah.....Ruby, can you please take this guest list and contact these people with no last names to retrieve their names and addresses?" Yeah, right. Or how about, "Mom, can you please pick out our invitations, including wording, and order them?"
Seriously, does anyone out there have pretty handwriting? I need someone to address the invites and my handwriting SUCKS. So does Michele's. I say that with love. But it's true. Very lesbianish, it is. I think yours is okay, Kimber...I've only seen it once or twice on a Christmas card. What about you Melody?? I think everyone in my family has terrible handwriting as well. Maybe Helen (Patti's wife [Michele's other best friend besides Shelley]) has good handwriting.
Have I mentioned Michele's birthday is next Thursday?
Dawn, 1:24 PM
