Spoiler giggle

Why is it that the oddest things make me laugh about the Smallville spoilers? Or entertain me?

( From Kryptonsite )

It's hard to do your job without information

I'm pulling out my hair and ready to scream right now.

In my job, I do mostly administrative assistant work. On occassion I am deemed worthy to do the public relations crap I went to school for (mainly when my PR boss goes out of town and everyone remembers that I am in fact the PR Coordinator for the company). The thing is, the PR boss went over the newswire distribution list with me...but not the one list I need.

A client popped up with a release to go out. One that needs to go out today. (The PR boss is back tomorrow.) It's for local distribution only. Joy of joys, this is a list of specific people at the newspapers and TV stations that *I do not know*. I can't find it written down. PR boss has his cell off. Main boss keeps asking me questions about it.

I have no options here. I can't send it out without knowing who to send it to. There are relationships already in place. I hope he calls in at lunch, because I would like to get this cleared up as soon as possible.

But the screaming. Fun!

And the main boss just told me not to worry. After she's been poking and prodding me every five minutes, NOW I don't worry? Because she hasn't even read the release, she needs to call the client and counsel him on when to distribute it, and it all may end up waiting anyway. Joy!

Save a boulder

Lord have mercy. Lunch was hell.

But more about that in a moment.

NASCAR MartDawg Awards

Do not mock, just go and read. The important one is The best occurrence you never heard about. Seeing as it involves the Race for Hope, which plum_evil and I went to...holy crap. Let's just say I'm glad I 1) didn't know about that ahead of time, 2) Mikey wasn't in on that race and 3) Kathe didn't hear about it ahead of time either, because Jamie *was* in that race.

Let's just say that go-karts and professional drivers...result in being airborn.

***

Lunch. The big bra-buying expedition. *whimper*

I know I'm a brave person, because I will honestly tell anyone that I'm a 32A. Hey, with me, what you see is half God, half Victoria's Secret. My thing is that I want something that at least adds in appearance and looks natural, because I at least want my clothes to look proper when worn.

I headed to Victoria's Secret for three reasons. 1) I had a gift certificate. 2) I have to try on bras. 3) I am too stingy to order one, find it doesn't fit, then send it back.

So I headed to good old Vicky's for a look-see. I perused the store, basically discovering that the selection sucks. I found *one* bra that even appeared like it might work (what the hell is up with preformed bras? I'm little, which means preformed will leave gaps that I can't fill).

I received "help" at that moment from a worker that decided to measure me. *sigh* I'm a 32 A. Please, do not humiliate me by measuring me, which could result in the loud declaration that I am in fact a 32AA. (Thank god that didn't happen.) It was confirmed I'm a 32A. (Shocker, since I've only been that size since...7th grade.)

So I was given the bra I was looking at to try on, plus the same bra in a 32AA (for maximum push-up). Plus, that nice feature of a drawer of all the 32A bras was employed so that I could try on everything.

And the horror commenced.

First, the bra I picked out? The underwire was in the middle of my boob. The middle! Boobs do NOT look like that. It was horribly constructed. It brought me back to the horror of the first padded push-up bras which looked horrendously fake.

Second, another push-up bra from the drawer. It FLATTENED me. Literally. I went from bumps to a washboard.

Third, another push-up managed to cut into my boob at the wrong place AND flatten me.

Fourth, yet another push-up managed to gape in completely weird places.

Finally I tried on a red sample bra. Perfection. It cupped and lifted and plumped beautifully. Granted, I discovered that yes, my right boob is smaller than my left boob. Who cares? For what God has forgotten, he supplied cotton.

So we trot on out so she can show me the location of said bra. It's to replace my white bra, so I of course need a white one.

Can we all guess what happens next?

No white one in my size. Actually, ALL of them in my size are sold out. *facepalm* Thank goodness the sales clerk handed me the catalog and marked the page. I'm headed to the other VS tonight to see if they have it. I'm not ordering it, because I refuse to pay shipping and handling (which negates my gift card).

Plus my PR boss called me cell phone 2 minutes after I got out of the changing room.

Oh, the horror

In North Carolina, the 5th District has a bit of a wild race for the Republican nomination for Senate going on. It's...lord have mercy. Let's just say I wish I lived there so I could take down some of those idiots.

The ads are astounding. One tries to top the other as "most conservative". Hey, guys. I'm registered Republican. Want my vote? Address a frickin' relavent issue to the economic status of our state. Everyone wants to address the "hot button" issues. Guess what? I. Don't. Care. Too many people are too worried about feeding their kids in the state for what's "popular" at the moment.

(Hey, Dan Barrett? Dan Barnett? His last name is confusing me right now. But he gets my vote for governor because 1) he's not Easley and 2) he actually addresses an issue related to the economic problems in our state in his ads.)

Anyway. To top everything off, we've got a crackpot running for NC Senate in the 5th that is just astoundingly crazy. Besides the fact that he equates working in a giant corporation that happens to have same-sex insurance coverage with being for homosexual rights (personally, hey, can I work for that company? but also...how does one equal the other?), there's the fact that financially, he's cheated people out of money. He's being sued.

And then there are his ads. *boggles*

Vernon Robinson.com

Seriously folks, the man is scary. He's racist. He's bigoted. He's narrow-minded. And there are people that for some reason support him.

Yeah, I'm spamming. Shut up.

Whee! I'm on a roll the last few days with the spam. And I'm slow (very slow) on answering comments. *snerk*

I will get caught up, I swear, but in the meantime.

Dale Earnhardt Jr. won the ESPY award for best driver! Woohoo!

This is important (besides the fact that it's Junior) because, in a stroke of luck, one of our clients magically had a free trip for two to the ESPY awards in L.A. One of my bosses got to go (he was due...the last free trip that the client offered, another boss took...to Aspen. And it was this boss's client). He actually bought a tux, since it was a $300 tux and $150 to rent one for two days (sadly, he's gone for 4 days, so the extra days of rental would have been more money).

We gave him orders about whopping for NASCAR drivers. He mocked us. But he got to be in the same room as Junior, so wooo!

And theory number one is alive and well

Theory number one is alive and well regarding the start of season four of Smallville.

( Okay, back to the beginning )