You know what makes me mad? Some of you may not understand this, but one day you might.

You know when you go to buy a pair of jeans, and you think you're one size, so you go into the dressing room just to make sure and it turns out that you have to wear the next size up? That's frustrating. What is more frustrating is the original size you picked up is only just a little too small, so you COULD wear them, but only if you want to look like a hooker. Doggonit! >: [

I bought "God Bless the U.S.A to sing on Sunday. I'm not so sure it's a gospel song, but it was the only think patriotic that I could find!

You know who I really admire? J.K. Rowling, the author of the Harry Potter books. Now, I don't know if this is true, but someone once told me that she was a single mother working as a waitress when she decided to write the first book. She started out writing on napkins. Of course now, she's one of the wealthiest people in the world. It's not the wealth that impresses me so much (well, I mean it does a little, let's not be coy) but its the fact that she was able to sit down and create this character that people love so much. I have always wanted to be able to create something that people admire and enjoy. Writing would be great, but I have the attention span of a gopher, so it's hard for me to sit down and do that. I have great ideas, but I never seem to get to far when I start putting them on paper. Anyways, the new Harry Potter book is in the works now, and I'm excited about reading it! Maybe one day someone can say something similar about me! : )

I finished the book "Wicked" last night. Even though I knew how it would ultimately end, I still held out hope. It's strange, these books by Gregory Maguire. He tells the fairy tails from a different point of view, and so everything that happens has a different meaning. I mean, yeah, it's not real, but it makes me wonder about the other things we've always heard. Well, you know what they say, history is written by the winners.

I had a spider dream this morning. I dreamed I was helping to make a movie, and we all had to stay in this old house that we were filming in one night. We were all about to go to sleep when I looked up and spiders were crawling in from the windows in waves. I was terrified. They were the size of chipmunks. All I could think of was that if Steve was there, he would be freaking out. Then there was the momma spider, who looked like she was from the land of Mordor where the shadows lie. Of course, in the way dreams have of making you the hero, I found some bug spray and killed the suckers. I woke up feeling like stuff was crawling all over me. Ick.

I have a confession to make. Sunday night Steve and I went to Target to look for a special kind of ice cream he wanted to try. We couldn't find it, but I did find a pint-sized carton of the Purity Nutty Buddy ice cream that I love. After dinner, I took it out of the freezer, intending on only eating a little bit, and thirty or fourty minutes later I looked down and I had eaten the whole thing. I don't know where I could have possibly put a whole pint of ice cream in my body, but it was in there. I'm kind of ashamed at my lack of self control. Please throw spoons at me the next time you see me.

On Saturday night we went to see Dodgeball. It was so funny. At the beginning, I was afraid that it had been over-hyped and that it was going to suck because it was so slow. However, once they started playing the tournament with the Girl Scouts, it turned out to be hilarious. It had some of the best one-liners I've heard in a long time. I recommend it to anyone who doesn't mind a little bit of mindless, crude humor. : )
Also on Saturday, I actually witnessed a scene! I had to make an emergency shoe shopping trip to Target, and while I was waiting in line to check out, the guy in the line next to mone starts screaming at the cashier, "I DON'T CARE, JUST GIVE ME MY MONEY!!!!! IS THERE A MANAGER IN THE STORE?" I mean, he was screaming, and he knew everyone was looking at him. The guy behind him said something I didn't hear and moved his cart, and the screaming guy said "YOU WANT TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT?! COME OVER HERE AND SAY IT TO MY FACE!!" By this time, everyone is quiet and looking at him and the guy is still making a scene, and the manager comes running out of the office and is apologizing to the guy saying "I'm sorry sir, it's my fault, you were waiting on me." Apparently that wasn't good enough, because he said something that made the manager get that "I'm putting up with you because I'm trying to make it better, but if I wasn't the manager of this store, I'd beat you to death with your own shoes" voice. She said that she would just have to void something and fix it and he could be on his way. Once again, that wasn't good enough, and he said something else smart to the manager. And with the cahones I've never heard a manager use to a customer she said "Look sir, either we fix this, or I void this entire order and you can get out of my store." As a customer service employee who is yelled and cursed at for things beyond my control, it was all I could do not to start whistling and cheering! I don't even know her name, but she's my temporary hero!

Oh yeah, did you know you can comment on my entries now? I found the the "Ctrl, Alt, Magic" button Jason talks about, and now you can tell me what you think about what I write. I don't have a clue what you might say, but you have the option to do it anyways! Woo-Hoo!

OK, I'm feeling much better now. After work, I promptly went to have my official "Something Bad Happened At Work" dinner (Krystals and chocolate) and it went far towards making me feel better. I hate to think I'm an emotional eater, but I make exceptions when it comes to Krystals! : ) I've also been reading my book, and I just finished updating my web site. I added a new rant and the homepage is changed. So go and peruse. I added a ton of funny quotes from Steve and Greg P. a while back, so make sure to read those too.

Sigh. I'm sorry to have seemed so fixated on getting that job for the past few days. It just seemed so perfect, you know? Darn it, I was good at it too. But that's besides the point. I didn't get it, but I still have a chance to be the intern and learn. God has a reason. It'd be nice to know what, but I don't think he owes me any explanations. ; ) Anyways, everytime I'm working on editing pictures, Jason helps me out and I learn something new. He's so awesome. : ) He also looks kind of like Jerry Lawler (for you wrestling fans out there) during the Andy Kaufman time frame.

You know earlier when I talked about falling and said I only twisted my wrist? I did more than that apparently. Since I had to walk quite a bit today, I realized that I must've sprained my wrist and my ankle! "so Kelly, how did you hurt yourself?" "Well, my flip-flops hydroplaned." How silly...

Yep, I as right. I didn't get the job. Sam said that the girl he chose would be graduating sooner than me, and she had a little more expirence on the software. Also, he said that because my main focus was more web design than graphics, they felt she was a better choice.

Um...what?

My main focus is and always has been graphics. The only reason that I even have a web design minor is A) because the college requires liberal arts stdents to have a minor and B)I figured that if I ever get a job in graphics, I may have to work on web stuff too. So I have no idea where that came from.

I'm still the intern (and now I have to work for the person who got the job instead of me) but I won't have as many graphics activities to do, which is sad, because that was the purpose of me asking for this internship in the first place.

Anyways, I suppose I was good enough to do the job for free, but not good enough to get paid for it. Funny, he never had anything but positive things to say about how I was doing.

I am extremely unhappy. Extremely.

Okay, so I fell down the stairs this morning. So that I don't have to retype everything again, here is an excerpt from an e-mail I sent this morning. Cut and Pasted, baby...

This morning I went outside to get food and water for the dogs. It had been raining pretty hard, so I dumped the water in the bucket on the already wet patio and went to walk back inside the garage. Apparently I stepped in the water I had just poured out and the bottom of my flip flops are worn down to a glassy smoothness (ergo, no tread) and I fell down the stairs! I know I must have looked ridiculous, with a bucket and my shoes all around me. It was the sheer grace of God that I didn't bust my head open on the shelf next to me, although I did end up with my head against it. I just sat there and cried, which made me feel even more silly. Well, I emerged from the event dirty and embarrassed for crying with nothing more than a twisted wrist. Next time I'll wear my sneakers. : )

: (

I don't believe that I'll be getting that job. I asked the HR lady if she had any news, and she said that the decision would be made tomorrow. Now, that may not sound negative to you, but that's because you don't work here. If they want someone for a position, they don't wait around this long. They would have contacted me sooner.

You know, I know I wanted it too much. Any time (and you can ask my family and husband) I look forward to something too much, I inevitably get screwed. Birthdays, proms, dates, vacations, and now jobs.

I was apparently just born under a bad sign.

Well, at least I already have a job in the call center. At least I'm not unemployed and getting checks from the state like before. I hate that.

Well, back to answering the phones.

"Snakes....why did it have to be snakes...."

Sorry, I was having an Indiana Jones moment.

Well, Mr. Lee got through surgery just fine yesterday. They found that he had a mass of some kind that looked kind of ugly, but it wasn't anything to worry about and they snapped up that and what they went in there for and now he's on the mend. He's got his morphine pump, so I'm sure that if he's in any pain, he really doesn't care! : ) Thanks for all the prayers! I'll be doing their yard work for him until he mends, so lets cross our finger that I don't run over anything important or run into his trees like I do at home. : )

I got another splinter! I have no idea where these are coming from, but I've been getting these little black splinters in my left hand over the past week, but I can't remember touching anything that would remotely give me a splinter. Also, I'm almost positive that I didn't have them when I went to bed. Darn splinter elves...

Steve bought me the book "Wicked" last night. It's a retelling about the Wizard of Oz, but from the point of view of the Wicked Witch of the West. It tells her origins and why she's so Wicked. It's pretty good so far, but kind of weird. I like the books by this author, someone Macguire. I read Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister which was a retelling of Cinderella from the point of view of one of the sisters. It was really good. I read it all in about 8 hours. I highly recommend it. I'm also excited to read the newest one "Mirror Mirror".

I know it's summer, but I'm excited to start looking for Christmas gifts! I try to have christmas shopping done by October or early November because I hate shopping at christmas time. People are mean and there is no goodwill towards men when you're holding the last Holiday barbie, and some soccermom is knocking you down to take it from your hands. I am the master of bargain shopping, too. My favorite thing to do is find name brand stuff for lesser prices at places like Marshalls and Ross and there are always things on websites that are on sale or special. I like to buy things people wouldn't normally get, so it's like a game for me and then everyone else get's great gifts! Woo-Hoo! I love shopping!

Anywho, I've still not heard about the job. I'm not taking this as a good sign, but until I hear one way or the other I'm not going to be satisfied. PRAY FOR ME!!!!!

Ciao

Anticipation....

Antisi-pay-ay-shun

is making me late

Is keeping me waiting


So okay, does anyone else wish they were in Key West right now? No? Just me? : ) I've only been there once, but I loved it! When I was on my senior class trip, which was a cruise, one of our stops was Key West. I didn't get to see nearly enough of it, so I'm going to definately have to go back someday.

Oooh, yeah. Please say a prayer for Mr. Lee. He's having surgery today and will have quite the recovery to make. I'm not sure when he goes in, but I know he'd appreciate a prayer at any time today.

I read a story that freaked me out. Now, for those of you who know me and my reading taste, you know I read masses of Stephen King and the like. Well, I bought a "Best of Mysteries as chosen by Alfred Hitchcock" book. The book is a compilation of short stories that go from supernatural stuff to actual who-done-its. Well, I started reading one called "Flowers In Her Hair." It was a story about a young woman who goes to visit and get to know some of her mother's family in the Appalachain mountains. She hates it there and wants to leave, but the cousin persuades her to visit an "Aunt" before she goes. The cousin is completely in awe of the aunt because she "Keeps the family records, and has second sight, too." The old lady invites them inside, and the cousin asks her to show the woman all of the "records" which turns out to be a weird genology of birth's and deaths. When the people in the family die, she cross stitches a sampler for them. She also has this beautiful embroidered wreath that is made from the hair of the people who have died. All the time they were together, the old lady kept talking about how beautiful the young woman's red hair was. She kept saying she never knew anyone in the family with red hair. Well, before the woman leaves, the aunt gives her something to drink, and she gets sick. The cousin runs out to get her husband and their truck so that they can carry her to the doctor. Once she gets home, though, she realizes that the aunt will take good care of her, so she decides to wait till morning to go and get her. When she arrives back at the Aunt's house, the old lady is sitting there embroidering on the wreath with the girl's red hair and told her that the woman had died and says "Didn't I tell you I saw death on her?" She tells her that in the middle of the night the girl walked outside and fell into a ravine. The cousin knows that the old lady won't cut the hair of anyone living, so she wonders how an old lady could have climbed down the ravine and cut the girl's hair and climbed back up again, but because she is in such awe of her Aunt, she knows she must have found a way. She never asks any questions and leaves it at that. I don't have any clue why that storie freaked me out so bad, but I have the heebs just thinking about it!

Anyways, more to come later...

Some people just make me want to attempt to cut my own head off. Seriously.

THINGS I'M TIRED OF ON MONDAY JUNE 21, 2004:

I am so tired of talking to people who get mad because of things I couldn't possibly have anything to do with. I am tired of people calling in, asking me questions, and then telling me I'm wrong.

I'm tired of northern accents and thick, southern, Steel Magnolia accents. I'm also tired of all the people who can't speak english that well, but insist on having long drawn out conversations with me. I have a better ear for accents than most people, but come on.

I'm tired of people calling in well past the deadline and then asking me if it's ok if they are late. Of people who ask me if a flight time is okay, but when I say it's not they start to whine and say that that is their only option. THEN WHY ASK????????!!!!!

I'm tired of people not knowing that Adventure Travel and Space Camp are two seperate businesses and then explaining their travel woes with me. I'm tired of not being able to hear one call and turning up my headset to as high as it will go, only to have the next call be so loud that my ears bleed.

I'm tired of people who make the same jokes I've heard three billion times and me having to laugh Every. Dang. Time.

Now, I'm tired of whining about what I'm tired of, so I'll stop now.

BECAUSE IT'S NOT MY BUSINESS, THAT'S WHY.

I have a problem putting my nose where it doesn't belong. I was telling my dad about that last night, and he told me it might be a test of my will when I'm presented with ways to be nosey. That's a scary thought. I've never thought of it that way. I mean, it's not like I go through people's purses or stuff like that, but sometimes I feel compelled to find things out. I wish I wasn't like that. I don't like feeling that way, being compelled to know. Maybe I should join the FBI to use my powers for good and not evil. : )

I need to go shopping. Yeah, right, you're thinking. I need to get some new blue jeans and another pair of khakis. I also need to buy a father's day gift for my dad. Anyone have any ideas?

OK, so I found out why I couldn't sleep last night. I had bought some kind of drink that I thought was like gatorade, but just a different brand. I decided to drink it after I ate dinner, and it tasted kind of gross, so I slammed it down so that I wouldn't waste it. During my not-so-sleepy spell last night, I did some internet research on it and found out that it is LOADED with caffine. Apparently it's some kind of energy drink that you are supposed to use before you do a workout. The package did not say that! So I was awake from about 1:10-4:30 last night. I look like I've been folded, spindled, and mutilated (and feel like it too!).

Eeeeeeeeeeeshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Work, bad. Sleep, good.

This is me awake at 2:19 am. I can NOT sleep. Well, I actually slept for a while, but then I woke up at about 1:10am and am now wide awake. This is crazy. I've read everything I can think of on the internet, and I'm afraid I'll have to resort to playing computer chess again before I can go back to sleep. It's frustrating.

I had my interview for the graphics job today with Sam. The interview seemed to go well even though there wasn't an awful lot to say. When I became the intern, he found out about my work history and what I did and didn't know. I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I WANT this job so bad. Just from what he told me about it, it sounds like the perfect job for me. The main responsibility would be actually making the signs that are ordered, creating designs for them (unless they are from a template), some actual graphic design work when needed, and acting as support for the people in the department. I could work around my school schedule, and since it's not a customer service job, I could come in after hours and work without causing any problems or disrupting any schedules. I realize that it may not be in God's will for me to have it and knowing that is a struggle. Sometimes it's hard when you want something SO bad and you think that it's what SHOULD be going on in your life, when really it may be the worst thing to ever happen. At any rate, I hope it is God's will for me to have it, but if not I'll have to understand and deal with interning for the person who does get it. Just say a prayer for me.

Well, I can't think of anything else to write so early this morning, so I'm going to go fire up the iBook for a rousing game of chess. One of these days, I'm going to beat that dang computer! : )

Anybody other than me wish that Michael Moore would just find another country to live in? I'm all about having freedom of speech, but I'm pretty darn tired of hearing him complain about EVERYTHING. "Oh boo-hoo, I don't like the president, so I'm going to make an ass out of myself at the Oscars and then get mad because people didn't want to hear what I had to say." "Waaaaaaaah, my new movie about the president is getting an "R" rating, it's all about the right wing conservatives and their ability to censor free speech." "I don't care if anyone else likes what I have to say, I have the support of MOVIE STARS!" Oh please, if someone else doesn't kick this guy in his fat neck and shut him up, I may be forced to do it myself. What a peckerwood.
I have my interview for the graphics position today. This is such a great opportunity for me to learn. I have been praying about this since I knew it was opening and if it's God's will, I want the job. If it isn't, then I'm not interested. Say a prayer for me!
Last weekend we had our company picnic, and it was fun! I was there in the face-painting capacity, so I painted butterflies on most of the children there. After I was done with all the kids, some of the grown men came over and had their favorite sports team logo's painted on their faces. It was so funny. Even Steve got one. It's weird painting on faces with stubble! One of the things that was done at the picnic was door prizes, and I won 3 of them! I won tickets to the Chattanooga Aquarium, the Montgomery Zoo, and I also won the big prize of a gas grill and grilling tools! Woo-Hoo! Now I just have to learn how to grill and we'll be all set!
Oh yeah, before I forget, I'm an idiot. Yesterday I e-mailed the director of the graphics department (whom I intern for now, and would be working for if I got the job) and asked if it would be possible to get copies of the software we use. I even mentioned that I knew pirated software was illegal, but I didn't know if he had something I could install anyways. Well, of course he said no, and now I'm scared he will think I'm this big software theif and that I'm dishonest! I'm not! I don't know what I was thinking! Ugh.
You know, I've realized recently that I don't have a great deal to write about these days. No school drama, and very little else to talk about except cleaning and work. I hope you don't get bored reading about my summer life!

So, did anyone else boo-hoo while watching Nancy Regan say goodbye for the last time, or was it just me? You could tell how much she loved him, and that his dying broke her heart. IT was both so sweet, and so sad all at the same time. I hope we all have that kind of love in our lives.

Oh yeah, and right in the middle of all of this, like some weird Anamainiacs cameo was Scott Baio. I mean, huh?

I don't remember Regan as a president (other than the jelly bean thing) but he must've been a great man. Goodbye, Mr. Regan.

Wow, you really know how to make a day brighter.


Thank you so much! You have no idea how much it means to me.


*smile*

One of the hardest things about my job is to sound like a professional. For those of you who know me well, you know that it's hard for me to be serious for long stretches of time. Today I was reading a message board when my phone rang. I wanted to finish the post I was reading, but I still had to answer the phone. I tapped the release button right as I read something that was so unexpected and vulgar that I almost burst out laughing into the phone. It was all I could do! It's to hard to be an adult sometimes, you know?

Yesterday I left work at 12:00 and got some things done around the house. I was going to use the weedeater (that ended up being broken) so I had to siphon the gas from the big lawnmower into the smaller push mower and brave the wilds of the grass growing in front of our house. I ended up running over a rose bush (oops) and spraying myself liberally with grass and bugs in the process. I wish our weedeater worked, because there is still tall grass close to the walls, but at least our house doesn't look like those cars that sit in the yards of rednecks all hidden by grass with trees coming through them.

Speaking of trees. I went to a park yesterday to take a walk and I noticed that there was an abundance of Mimosa trees in bloom. I love those kinds of trees and Steve said he wanted one, so I found a teeny one growing near the path and pulled it up, roots and all. When I got to the end of the path, I saw a sign that said not to molest or remove any animals or plants, but I already pulled the tree up! It's now at home in it's own little happy pot just waiting to be set into the yard. I'm passionate about bringing plants from other places and putting them somewhere on our property, but I think from now on, I'll get them without breaking a rule.

I also baked a cake, painted my toenails, and washed dishes. I am very industrious when I have the time :).

Wow, we've been busy at work! For the past couple of days, we've been slammed with calls. It's almost like back in December when we were running a promotion!

Last weekend I had a great time. My friend Sara came up from Birmingham and we hung out on Saturday. I've forgotten how nice it is to have a girl to go shopping with. Later that night, Anthony came over and we all had a cook out with Steve's new Uber-Grill. We were all so tired that Sara fell asleep on our chair. I feel bad that I didn't get a chance to clean out the guest room, so I now have a project for this week. I'll try to keep it nice in case anyone else wants to come over and sleep! : )

Sunday was so busy! With church, going to my parent's house, and helping the serving comittee set up the kithen, I was exhausted by the end of the day. Steve had to take Butler to the emergency vet because he was limping really bad and we didn't think the regular vet would be open on memorial day. Well, Steve took him and he was gone so long that I decided to go to bed. I was in a DEEP sleep when the phone rang. It was Steve telling me he forgot his checkbook, so I'd need to bring it out there. I was not awake, and still in my pajamas.I got in the car and drove halfway there before I actually woke up. That was scary! When I got there, Butler was all spread out on the floor asleep because they had given him a shot to help his leg (he's sprained it). Steve had to drag that big lump of dog out the door because he was unconsious. I'd never seen anything like that before. When we got him home, he got on his feet and sort of wobbled to his kennel and crawled as deep into it as he could, still wearing the choke coller. Steve had to get in there and take it off of him so he wouldn't choke to death. Poor Schnuffer! Of course, after that we had tornadoes. I fell asleep during the warning. By that time I was so tired, I wouldn't have cared if I woke up in Oz itself.

I'm supposed to be off of work at noon today, and I'm GLAD!!! Let's hope no one has a crisis that keeps me from leaving!

I think I'm going to bake a cake today! Martha Stewart Beware!