bitterdiva

So long, and thanks for all the fish breath

Today is the end of the fiscal year for the organization, and like a gigantic f-bomb dropped on the employees - today was the last day for a bunch of people. I would like to call it, "cleaning house". Some of the individuals asked to leave deserve it, some didn't.

So I would like to thank the organization for relieving me of stupid users that cannot figure out how to print, or change the margins of a speadsheet, that jump into my conversations, that consistently call in work after a bender.

09:23 PM

Some Assembly Required

My organization has been waiting for some legislation to go through in order for The Big Project to go underway. If it passes within the next couple of hours we'll receive some clank (400K) from a foundation. If not, possibly all dreams of The Big Project will be flushed down the sewer to travel into the Hudson.

In order to amuse myself and see how progress is going, I tuned into the live coverage of the Assembly. I found it to be one of the most intersting and yet boring processes with topics that really weren't as of great importance as The Big Project. I am biased, to this I will admit. I heard an argument on the stadium project down in NYC complete with various people arguing about it; and some legislation about disallowing use of PVC/plastic piping in construction projects.
I have no comment on the legislation other than it was trippy to hear arguments among the assembly people, then their vote, then their explanation for their vote. It reminded me of a reality series where participants explained why they voted a fellow participant off the series. Or if it was a negative, a house meeting where you explain why you're going to blackball a pledge.

No prayers | 09:13 PM

Fury-ous

First it was the hostas and the liliac bush, then it was continuous use of my gardening tools, now it's the complete disregard for said tools. I returned home from dropping K off at work, pulled into the garage and noticed my lopers were blade down on their side of the garage. My brand new lopers. I get out of the car to see what else is out of place, and I see the bright orange handle to my weeding rake - you know the kind that has sharp pointy teeth like the rabbit in Holy Grail - followed the handle down to the rake and realized that it was nestled up to my tire like Leeloo and Poopoos on a bed. There was contact I tell you. I hopped back in the car and backed it up and hopefully I'll retain air pressure. If not, there is going to be some screaming and yelling to be heard for a five mile radius of the apartment.

I hate neighbors. I hate neighbors with four kids in a three bedroom apartment. I hate neighbors that use your tools without asking permission. I hate neighbors that leave them lying willy-nilly so you can puncture your tire. I hate neighbors that refuse to learn to park correctly. I hate neighbors that drop a bike down in the garage where ever it pleases. I hate neighbors that don't properly vent the basement while drying clothes so the entire house smells like fabric softener. I hate neighbors that completely take over the yard leaving you a 2foot x 10foot spot next to the garage.

My patience, what little I have, is now gone. I'm a flexible person, I am happy that they took the impetus of sprucing up the asthetics, but when it is detrimental to the things that I care about - oh hells no. Perhaps I should just put all the tools in my trunk and carry them around with me at all times.

Thank you neighbors for inciting the fury of bitterdiva on this beautiful summer solstice.

1 prayer | 08:38 AM

Psychosomatic, bitch, insane

Today is day three of my four day holiday. I woke up around 8:30, shortly after I heard p-diddy leave for work. I made myself a peanut butter sammich, watched some Buffy, and moved all plants from the back porch to the front porch due to the fact that a wasp is making a nest back there. Fucker. We get the porch all nice and clean and now some stinging piece of shit insect needs to invade and make itself and god knows how many others at home.

After watering my beautiful plants telling them how much I love them, I start to clean the dining room. I start to mop the dining room. I start to smell from the sweat dripping off me in the dining room. I check the weather and it's already 80-something degrees at 10 in the fucking morning. People said, "you're going to have fabulous weather on your days off," I then replied, "it's going to be 80-something fucking degress shut the fuck up." There are some sympathizers to my hatred of the heat, there are some that love it. I don't mind the heat when I can sit in my comfortably air conditioned office as opposed to the cluttered and nasty non air conditioned apartment. The cats play dead very well in this weather.

Back to stage 6 or 7 of the mopping extravaganza. I must remember not to dehydrate.

No prayers | 11:05 AM

Bastardization

I understand that artists work hard using the creative process to bring forth art, but I enjoy others taking that art and 6 million dollar man it. I'm speaking of mashups and loungified music. I was listening to WEQX this morning and they have a new contest: Name That Tune, it's loungified rock/alt. music. It was by Paul Anka and he has a new gimmick to sell some records, he loungified a bunch of songs for his new CD, Rock, Swings. It is being released this month and I'm absolutely grabbing myself a copy when it's on Amazon.com. Also, Dick Cheese has a new album out, "Aperitif for Destruction", which I just bought on a lark on Amazon.

I've been promising some folks where I get my awesome mashups, well, it takes me hours upon hours scouring the internets. But you can get some from Go Home Productions and Bootie. Also, if you're looking for A Night At the Hip Hopera, The Kleptones

No prayers | 07:46 PM