Today is Support Staff Day. True to form, I got stuff from my supervisors and coworkers. I did much better this year than I did last year – I got a card, a cookie, another card, two $2 gift certificates to Baskin-Robbins, a $5 gift card for Blockbuster video, and a glass mug with a picture of a cow on it, full of candy.
There was also a ceremony, of sorts, on the first floor. The highlights included a woman singing “Wind Beneath My Wings” with the lyrics butchered, and the presentation of awards. I didn’t get one. Alex didn’t either, which pleased me to no end. I murmured to Letisha, as we were sitting there and waiting for the awards to be presented, that if Alex got one I’d throw up. Of course, the guy who did get it for our section didn’t deserve it any more than Alex would have – he spends entire days looking at internet porn.
Letisha’s back, looking well. We spent the whole morning in her cubicle, catching up. I really missed her. We need to get together outside work, sometime.
Last night was interesting. I went over to Dirk’s, stopping by Giant to get ice cream for Dirk and a card for Aaron on the way. I was going to get him a present, but I remembered that in all the time I’ve known this guy, he’s never gotten me a single thing, not even a card. So I gave him a card that said “This is a simple birthday card. No frills, no bright colors or catchy sayings”. On the inside there was a drawing of a smashed bug and it said, “Oh, there’s a dead bug in it. That’s kind of a bonus.”
Dirk’s card was better. It had a hamster on it (at least I assume that’s what the fat brown-and-white thing was), going through all the holidays and reciting what he/she typically received on said holiday. The punchline was that the hamster suddenly remembered the point of someone else’s birthday and said, “That’s one of those celebrations where I don’t get squat.” It was cute.
I spent the evening talking to Dirk and watching him mess around with his guitar before he had to go to work at nine.
I honestly can’t believe Dirk’s old enough to buy alcohol now. When did we get so old, and how did we manage to stick it out this long? Those were the topics up for discussion when Katie and I talked online. We also talked about how much it costs to go up to New York on the train...I’m going to take Dirk up there for a daytrip, at least, this summer. It boggles the mind to think that he’s never been up there. New York would be perfect for him.
I miss C–, much as I hate to admit it. I caught myself writing a weird existential e-mail to him yesterday, and forced myself to delete it. Instead, I’ll wait until he comes back to pepper him with questions.
In case I didn’t mention it, we’re having a yard sale on Saturday. My parents are under the mistaken impression that I’m going to be getting rid of a lot of my old toys. Not a chance. I worked hard to collect all those My Little Ponies. However, I might be persuaded to part with all those Barbies. I never had any use for them.
Thanks for everyone who e-mailed me about Tae Bo. I’m going to look for it in the stores around here this week-end. I need to get my butt in shape. I need to save up the money, first.
Which reminds me – we put my car back in the shop the other day. Apparently, the EGR (Emissions ~something or other~) needs replacing. $175. I could basically wad up my money and flush it down the toilet. It would be the same goddamn thing. Maybe I won’t be so picky about selling those My Little Ponies come Saturday.
If the car doesn’t pass emissions after this, I’m going to sell the thing for scrap metal. I’m not kidding. Either that, or I’m simply going to sink it in a handy lake. The fish won’t care.
I seriously need to go clothes shopping. I also need to make a comprehensive list of stuff Dirk and I will need once we move in together. Ugh. This is going to take a while. I need to have and do so many things.
I’m going now, so I can finish packing up those damn boxes. Keep your fingers crossed, so I can get a job with a little more dignity and a lot more (I hope) pay.