Misc. Ramblings

I had a dream this weekend that the season opener of Smallville was such a shocker, that the WB farmed out the promotional material work to an outside group (namely....the advertising agency I work for). So we were doing the promotional posters, and the big shocker included Tom with a buzzcut and KK got a haircut...sort of early season two Chloe flippy, but you know, brunette. And apparently it was a harder, meaner Lana.

Oddly enough, Lex did not make an appearance.

BUT! When I saw the poster, I flipped and ran to my desk to email Paper. For some reason her very response was in multiple colors.

Then it got ugly because when the WB folks showed up to meet with our bosses, it was because they were hoping to create a fabulous comprehensive website that would put all the fansites out of business. And I got really, really pissed and yelled at them that AlMiles would kick their butts for going after Craig like that, then I quit.

And I didn't have a care in the world for what happened to DTS.

Oh, and apparently the promotional images of Tom had his head pasted on a stunt body. My mind must be telling me that his body is too good to be true. Hee.

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( Survivor )

Man.

I really suck at putting up with bullshit.

There is a concerted effort in the office to make sure when we get a new client, or when a client moves, to keep me from getting the address. It's an all out war. I'm pretty sure it is. It annoys me to no end.

Well, I say it sucks royally when you're asked to have a messenger service deliver something to a client, but no one will give you the client's address. A while back, I actually had to ask the client for her address. So the messenger service now has that one file.

Well, I put it on file, but I didn't write it down for myself. It just happened that the paper I wrote it on got turned in for a purchase order. Oh well. The next time I need it, I'll get it from the AE. Right?

A coworker asked me for it a few minutes ago. Knowing I didn't have it, I told her to ask the AE.

Who promptly told her to ask me.

This AE is lazy as hell. Hello! Me finding it involves calling the messenger service or spending 10 minutes digging through paperwork in a file room! But no, because she has TOO MUCH to do (which is why she refuses to work late or work more than 4 days a week - asshat), I have to do it. Instead of the other things for paying clients.

So I was nasty. When I found it, I emailed it to the girl that needed it and the AE. With a note attached to make note. She replied that it's nice to know I have it on file.

Hi. This is Heather when her bullshit o'meter goes haywire.

I responded with a "you might want to have it on file too". Of course she responds that I'm the *quick* place to find it. Bullshit. Bull. Shit. This is another thing added to the list of crap that the office manager and I are fed up with. We're cracking down in two days on this entire office and their crap. I've had it. They want me to work for them, they've got to get their shit together. Because I'll put my foot down and find another job. At this stage in the game, there is common courtesy and simple niceties of the job. Things we've been doing for four and a half years. And suddenly the rules change because we're "busy"?

Bull. Shit.

Said the asshat to the clown

Coworker just called in from L.A. He's there on a business trip. When I told him I had to have a contact phone number from him so we can reach him if need be while he's in L.A., he said no you don't.

Okay, in what reality do people go on business trips and NOT let their office know (beyond two partners), and NOT give the phone number where they are, in case of emergencies? Especially when we've told them they HAVE to do this, and the last time this exact person went on a trip he was needed in an emergency.

He gave me a phone number.

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*puts on cowboy hat*

*pins star on shirt*

*pulls out big guns and whip*

*drawls* This here Sherriff has had enough of lawlessness and crap. So this here Sherriff is kicking ass and taking names, and all y'all *points at coworkers cowering in corner* are gonna comply. Ya hear?

I swear to GOD!

Computer Question

This PC I've been using at work has a pop up blocking mechanism on Internet Explorer. Currently it tells me that I have 1110 blocked pop ups. First off, there has to be a way to clean it out, right? Because it's not blocking so good anymore. Tons of pop ups are...popping up.

So, what do I do?

Help!

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I currently am singing semi-French Disney songs about fish courtesy of weirdness inspired by paperbkryter. Come! Sing with me now!

Les poissons, les poissons
How I love les poissons...