From bubblesbrnaid

Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog with 6 weird facts/things/habits about yourself. In the end you need to choose people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs!!

1. If I eat pinto beans, they have to have mayo on them.

2. I used to HATE (with a violent passion) the following: Elvis, Neil Diamond, country music and NASCAR.

3. The little toe on my right foot has been broken so many times, all I have to do is brush against something and it'll break again.

4. I eat salmon patties with ketchup. (I also eat hush puppies with ketchup.)

5. I used to have a phobia of thunderstorms. We're talking frozen in terror, shaking, can't sleep through one, called my grandparents to come stay with me if it was during the day and parents were at work (and I was 17) kind of fear.

6. I kill plants, totally by accident, because my green thumb does not exist. (I once killed a cactus by watering it too much.)

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Great! I get to make bitchy work phone calls soon. Since the local ballpark is refusing to answer my questions about our event for THIS THURSDAY, I'm close to having to show up down there to demand answers. *sigh* This isn't even funny. If the dude is out, he should have an automatic response on his email (the guy that organized for us). The fax was sent to his division, not him in specific, so someone there should have gotten it. Phone calls go directly to voicemail and aren't being answered. Next will be a generic call to their offices, wherein I get to tell the secretary what's up and how unhappy I am. I hate to do that to secretaries, as it's not their fault that they have people around the office that are slackers. (Besides which, I'm without car today, so I can't exactly go traipsing over there to give them balance. At this point, it's their own damn faults.)

Also I have to cancel my allergist appointment (no time), reschedule the hair appointment, call the mechanic, call the landlord (to see if any apartments are available in phase one, because I kind of figure that, after 6 years, I should go for one of the nicer ones with a balcony that Chester could sit on).

And I didn't sleep well.

*sigh*

Plus I have headspace issues today. I totally want to be in my head. Stories all over the place, from the NASCAR slash to original stuff and...yeah.

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Work Desires - The Thing Everyone Wants To Do

You have all wanted to do it, but I just did it.

No, I didn't tell my boss where to put it. This is The Thing that you all want to do that also includes keeping the job.

I am lying to my boss about a deadline.

The story in short: Proposal due on Thursday, which means FedExing out on Wednesday in the p.m. Boss has yet to start writing it. 24 hours from when we should be binding and we have nothing. I found (purely by accident) that the proposal, through a state agency, had been postponed until May 11 for being due. Me, I'm not telling the boss until 4:00 tomorrow as it means she'll get something done. The goal is getting it completed in time, but getting more done ahead of time than if I actually told her the changed due date.

So yes, I'm lying about a deadline in order to get work done.

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Ignore my massive squeeing. or don't. Cause I'm EXCITED.

bubblesbrnaid has inspired me to want something more from my apartment. While I can't foresee moving into a home of my own anytime soon (due to needing a downpayment and the fact that I just haven't found anything locally that I like), I did decide that, after living in my apartment for six years, it was worth it to move over to the other side of the complex to the buildings that have balconies. And I am. I'm doing it! I emailed the office and have chosen a size and they are drawing up the contracts.

Now I just have to break the news to Dad and my brother-in-law. *eg* What's the use of having males with trucks unless they'll help move things? (Although we'll be putting heavy scrapey things in my grandfather's truck, as Jamie and Dad have nice, pretty, don't-scratch-the-paint trucks. Although I forgot...my grandfather has one of those too. Dang. Gotta think on this one.) And I have to bribe Jamie's friends with promises of food to help me move. *snicker* Because my dad's back can't take it.

But...moving! And balcony! Whee!