Friday Julie January 21, 2005 ~ 10:15 am
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , trackbackWell, it’s been a confusing, crowded, and crazy couple of days (so sue me, I like alliteration). I’m not going to go into details, but I’m working to mend a bridge I’d thought was burnt, and all seems to be going well. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.
It’s 9 fucking degrees out. Oh, wait, now it’s 10. We’ve hit double digits. But 10 degrees is still fucking cold. We’ve got heat back in my office, and The Draft isn’t bad right now, but they will still have to pry my Steelers hoodie off of my cold, lifeless body to get me to stop wearing it today. I’m blaming it on casual Friday and the fact that my big boss isn’t here.
See the stuff you just read? I wrote that a half hour ago. In between that time and this, I’ve talked to Rick, talked to my boss, chased some documentation down, and worked on three degree audits. And lost my train of thought. Where the hell was I going with this?
Oh, I remember, an “I did this, I did that” post.
I wrote my first grant application this week. Or at least I answered a lot of stupid questions to apply for a grant. My big boss wants us all to go to a conference of Registrars that’s being held in Manhattan in March, but we need funding to go to it (because I’m not a minority, my registration fee is $495. I beg to differ with them. How many natural redheads do you see? I am a minority, baby). I was the only one in my office with enough skillz to just copy what was on the Conference website onto the grant application. I polished it up a little to fit my needs, but it’s basically what was on the website. Glad to know those college writing skillz I picked up are still usable. And is now being used by the five of us applying for grants in this office. Right now, I am the Office Hero, bay-bee.
I did laundry last night. I did not wash any handheld electronics. It was a good night. But I seriously need to buy new underwear. I hate having to do laundry every week. So overrated.
Yesterday was Mr. Bush’s inauguration, or as some buttons I like are calling it, the beginning of “Four Moron Years.” I spent Not One Damn Dime in protest. It probably wasn’t even registered by the fat cats, but it made me feel a little better. So did ignoring the news all day. In fact, last night to go in completely the opposite direction of the news, I watched Bring It On and The Apprentice. I could feel brain cells being lost. And hey, have you heard that The Donald wants to bring The Apprentice to Broadway as a musical? How the hell is that going to work? Is someone different going to get fired at every performance? Multiple endings, kind of like The Mystery of Edwin Drood? Wait, that could be good. If he actually uses that idea, you know he stole it from me.
And last but not least, my mom sent me a Ben Roethlisberger jersey that got here today. I’m wearing it tomorrow - I have to wear the Bettis jersey on Sunday for the game, because I’m superstitious like that. Thanks, Mom!
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