Cube bitch

This past Thursday, I did a favor for K at work. Apparently, her contracts intern wanted to learn more about production. Actually, I wondered why someone with his TV/movie production background would choose to be a contracts intern instead of a production intern.

I didn't think it'd be a good idea to have the contracts intern hovering around me in my cubicle for an hour, especially since a manager in my department wanted an intern, but HR wouldn't give her one. Plus, I'm much too inexperienced of an employee to warrant some intern from ANOTHER dept. following me around.

So, the impromptu production seminar took place in the contract intern's area. He sat in an open area where about half a dozen people had their desks. While I was talking with him for 15 minutes, the girl sitting at the next desk over kept staring/glaring at me. Was I bothering her? I wasn't talking loud, so maybe she was interested in production, being secretly unsatisfied with contracts.

Well, I don't think my production lecture was that inspiring (although in my opinion, it doesn't take that much to be more interesting than contracts, or "Ks" as us law students called 'em), so I'll just say that the contracts girl was a bitch.

Just for fun

Why retail jobs suck sometimes

While I was at Tent Trails paying for my first fancy (as in high-tech) winter coat, I was witness to an age-old battle between retail employee and customer.

The dreaded return-of-used-goods.

This Hacidic Jewish man (I'm not trying to stereotype here) was going to purchase some sort of a ski mask type face covering. He wanted to know if he could return it after wearing it. The woman at the register kept telling him that she could not resell an item that has already been used.

I had to bite my tongue on my comment: "If I were buying a ski mask, I wouldn't want one that was drooled on and liberally sprinkled with beard hairs."

Eeeuw.

Warning: Grey's Anatomy spoiler

I made that warning because some may not have seen last night's episode of Grey's Anatomy.

All I can say is, I'm very disappointed with the Meredith-George thing.

First, they say George looks like Meredith's dad, Thatcher. Gross.

Second, George's stuttering, unsure-of-himself personality are the same as Thatcher's lack of a spine. True, you could make the argument that George had guts to say his piece, unlike Thatcher, who didn't fight for his family, but that does not make him into a stronger man. In the end, Meredith would most likely turn out like her mother, verbally beating George, and then having an affair with McDreamy in the on-call room. George's confession of how he would always love Meredith is just another way of saying, "You can do whatever you want, and no matter how much you hurt me, I'll still be there for you." Yeesh, I think that's even more spineless than Thatcher's pretending Ellis Grey wasn't having an affair.

Third, they live together! If it didn't work out, they'd be in an awkward situation, and George would have to move out.

I feel an air of incest in the whole thing. I feel that Meredith and George are more in a brother-sister relationship than a love interest, not to forget that GEORGE LOOKS LIKE HER FATHER!!!

Sorry, not trying to be cynical and all that regarding George's greatest dream coming true (short of three women in a shower talking about how great his hair is), but it was a little disgusting to me (that whole incest thing, you see). We'll see if next Sunday redeems the show.

It's not about you!

To the annoying bleached-blonde, close-cropped hair, German-accented girl in my proofreading class:

Stop saying "yes" every time the teacher says something to the class. She's not talking to you personally!

What are you doing this weekend?

What's this?

So, what do you do when a huge blizzard sweeps into the tri-state area? Well, for one, I went out on Saturday as it started snowing because I felt I really should do something before the weather made it impossible to do anything. I went to Union Square for a little while, and didn't do anything but pick up a "Strawberries Wild" smoothie at Jamba Juice.

For dinner on Saturday, I went to Les Halles to pick up a chicken sandwich. I wanted to read, and restaurants always turn the lights so low for ambiance during dinner, so it made sense to bring the food home instead. Lo and behold! If you get your sandwich takeout instead of sitting down, you get twice the fries you normally do! I am never sitting down for a chicken sandwich again! Before I decided on Les Halles for dinner, I was considering traveling uptown to Lombardi's. I figured that with the bad weather, there wouldn't be a Saturday night crowd. However, my laziness won out and I didn't have the best pizza ever.

Today was the day of the highly anticipated Grey's Anatomy episode. Since I had to wait all day and night to see it, I filled my time with doing my proofreading homework (I have class tomorrow). Then, when my proofreading homework got too boring, I made whiskey spiked peach iced tea (sans whiskey - well, I don't have any and I don't think I like it. Well, isn't drinking alone sad and indicative of being an alcoholic?). Because making the iced tea wasn't good enough, I made a blueberry coffee cake with vanilla glaze. If you work with me, you will have some of this cake tomorrow. I did tromp outside to buy the blueberries and milk for this cake - boy was that fun!

Anyways, that Grey's Anatomy episode was the best episode EVER! Dr. McDreamy is so dreamy. ::sigh::

Review this!

I had my yearly performance review yesterday. I found it a little weird because I never talk with both my bosses at once (I actually wondered if they even exchange words on a daily basis). I guess I was a little nervous because there's always the possibility that they could point out something I'm doing wrong that I've never noticed all along.

Well, that "worst case scenario" thing didn't happen anyway. I worried about nothing.

Is it a bad or a good thing that my bosses think that I've been working for only 4 months when I've actually been working for 6 months?

The performance review comes with some inane set of forms for the supervisor(s) and employee to fill out. Thanks human resources! The question I laughed the hardest about was "Where do you see yourself in 3-5 years?"

Here are some suggestions in case you need help with your 3-5 years goal:

1. Winning Powerball
2. Or, if winning Powerball doesn't work out, earning at least 10 times my current salary
3. King/Queen of Production (I hear that position comes with fancy business cards!)

Subway Stink

Anyone who rides the subway in New York can tell you about how the stations sometimes smell of urine. It's probably a result of dogs peeing on subway grates and various people who pee in the station.

Yesterday, I was on my way to the NYU bookstore to purchase my textbook (seems like I can't stay out of school), and riding the 6 train. The train was waiting at the station for a moment, and this guy stood next to where I was sitting. All of a sudden, this wave of urine-odor hit my nose and my eyes watered from it. I didn't know if it was because of the guy standing next to me or a train rushing by and pushing a gust of pee-air into our train car.

The answer became clear once the doors closed and we were on our way. Normally, the doors close and keep the odor out, but the odor was with us. Kind of like When a Stranger Calls. You know, "The calls are coming from inside the house! Get out!" I don't know if the guy next to me pissed himself or liked carrying a container of urine around with him (like Rip Torn in Dodgeball, who drank urine because it was sterile and he liked the way it tasted). I tried to stick it out, but only lasted two stops. At the second stop, I bolted out of my seat and got into the next subway car.

Subway air never smelled fresher or sweeter to me.

Superbowl Sunday Shopping

I've got all my Chinese New Year money burning a hole in my wallet. Jennifer tells me that it's bad luck NOT to spend it, so I set out this afternoon to spend some of that lucky money.

I bought these.



And another pair in purple because I couldn't decide between the two colors.

Friday Fumble

I saw this article tonight.

And then I said to Josh, "Oh my God, Neil Armstrong and Sheryl Crow split up!"

And he said, "Yeah, the man on the moon and Sheryl Crow split up."