Denver and Meth Heads...

Please take a moment to read the article below:

http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/08/26/obama.threat/index.html

Sweet. These racist retards were having a jolly old time with their meth in the hotel LITERALLY RIGHT NEXT DOOR TO MY OFFICE!!!!!

Awesome. So when Denver gets a world spotlight, all we have to show is a bunch of idiotic protesters and three bu**wipes (See pictures!) who want to assassinate a candidate because of the color of his skin, jump out of 6th floor windows and do drugs.

Way to go, Colorado.

I HATE MY JOB

So... guess what? I hate my job. Want to know why?????


I basically work for a flat rate that I am paid by UBS, then the brokers I work for supplement my income out of their production so that my salary sort of depends on how well I do to support my brokers and their clients. That's how it’s supposed to work anyway.


Yesterday one of my brokers calls me into his office to talk. He asks me to come up with a proposal on my own to present to him, detailing the amount I think I deserve to be paid and my goals to accomplish for HIM this quarter. He stipulates that because I “have not been myself” that I should be paid a little less, and also that two weeks is a reasonable amount to be absent from work in a calendar year- including BOTH vacation time and sick time.


UBS gives us three weeks vacation, plus 2 personal days, and 8 sick days. And if I take those days… I will be paid less??!?! Um, no. Not ok.


I tried telling him WHY I don’t agree with quarterly income (it should be monthly), why I don’t agree with being penalized for taking the vacation time I have earned, and why I disagree with being penalized simply because “I haven’t been myself”. He didn’t listen to a word I said, then when I brought up his LAST assistant he said paying her well “was a mistake”. His words. Not mine. She would love that.


Keep in mind none of this has to do with how I treat his clients, how fast I get projects done and how good I am at what I do. Maybe I should start sucking at my job. Or win the lottery. Or go talk to my manager (who is his best friend…). Or kidnap his dog. Seriously… better ideas?


Breathe…. Relax. Breathe… relax. ACK!!!!!!!!

Random Thoughts...

Memory foam... I have a layer of this on my bed and I have to say... I'm hooked! It's so comfortable that I have trouble getting out of bed on most days. But as I was lying in bed last night, just thinking about how much I love my bed... it occurred to me... "Why is it called 'memory foam'?"

When you put pressure on it- it sinks in to accommodate whatever form is on it, but as soon as the pressure is released, it goes right back into shape. Shouldn't it be called 'FOREGETFUL foam'?

Lapse in judgment regarding the name aside… I googled memory foam this morning and found this little tidbit.

"So how does it work? Why is it called memory foam? Well, the foam in the mattress will absorb your body heat and mold itself to your body shape giving you support exactly where you need it. It's also ideal for couples, especially if one partner is much larger as it supports you both individually so no more rolling into those valleys!"

****Just in case anyone is sleeping with an elephant in their bed, memory foam might be a good idea. :O)

Would You Like Some Whine With Your Cheese?

A recent introspection has left me feeling a little sad because I have found myself focusing on the negative things in my life… which ultimately has brought my spirit down. It's like I said to Alex yesterday…

"Owwww" -Me

"What's wrong?" –Alex

"My soul hurts from being at work all day." –Me

Being overly dramatic aside… I am HAPPY. So here is to focusing on the good things… the things that make it worth going through the tough stuff.

Hump Day Thoughts

A few little thoughts for you while I am sitting here at work waiting to go home again.

Humiliation

Give it up for everyone's favorite, public humiliation. One of the most humiliating things EVER happened to me yesterday. In fact it was so bad that I am not even going to tell you all what happened. I told Alex, and maybe Ashlie via secure email. Anyway, maybe I filled my quota for the year. Here's hoping.

"BLLLOOOOOOOOOOOODDDD! Not funny!"

(See Utube for video) Giving blood has always been easy- up til today. I started sweating SO much it was like I had ran about 3 miles. I was covered! Apparently I had low blood pressure after they finished draining my life-juice, so I had to lay down and drink juice. What a wimp. At least I got a REALLY cool tee-shirt for FREE! Aren't you jealous?

Work

And on another note, clients/people at work sometimes RAISE my blood pressure. I made a few pictures for you to see how I relieve my stress when I could punch someone in the face. Enjoy.

(PS in case you are slow, thats me eating and spraying clients with fire.)

LOST

"Lost". Good show. Especially the first few seasons- can't say much about the rest since I haven't seen them!

I just watched an episode where "Hurley", the coolest guy by FAR on the show, has a crush on "Libby", a maybe-psycho-girl who is pretending to be a psychologist (but then she dies and we will never know...). Anyways, Hurley struggles with being overweight even after being stranded on an island for months, mainly because he stole food for a private stash and hid it in the jungle. He tearfully confesses this to Libby, who goes with him to the stash and helps him pour out everything so that he won't be tempted by it. (A little strange considering there are other hungry people around… eh.) AS SOON AS THIS HAPPENS, there is an air-drop of a ton MORE food from seemingly nowhere. Libby jokes that the island doesn't want him to succeed in losing weight.

Um, am I on that freaking island? Seriously. Take today for example… I come in to work planning on a banana for breakfast and maybe some cottage cheese. Then one wholesaler comes in with five buckets of bagels and cream cheese, then another wholesaler brings in "duffy rolls"- almost like a crispy cinnamon roll. (OH I AM NOT DONE…) Then there is leftover cake in the fridge, and another wholesaler brings in KFC for lunch- plus my boss offers to buy me a snack downstairs at our café. Luckily I didn’t eat that stuff- other than the snack from the café- but that was only because I felt so guilty about the dinner I had last night.

Ack. Maybe life is a constant "when-you-feel-strong-watch-out-there's-a-trap!" I'd really like to get off this rollercoaster… and I am trying. Any advice?

I Need a New Horn For My Honda.

Roundabout

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


A roundabout is a type of road junction at which traffic enters a one-way stream around a central island. In the United States it is technically called a modern roundabout, to emphasize the distinction from the older, larger type of traffic circle.
Overall, roundabouts are statistically safer than both traffic circles and traditional intersections,[1] with the exception that cyclists have a significantly increased crash rate at large roundabouts. Roundabouts do not cope as well with the traffic on motorways, highways, or similar fast roads.

APPARENTLY, most of America has missed this memo.

Welcome to driving 101 for the public.

Now, most of the time I can let small things go- like cutting in line at the grocery store. Mostly because small annoyances don't happen to me every day. Sure they get on my nerves a little bit but I don't feel like punching my hand through my driver's side window. ROUND-A-BOUTS on the other hand make me flippin CRAZY!

There is one in front of my office building. Desirous as I am of avoiding it, I can't. Unless it’s a weekend and I am not at work. Picture this… two lanes come up to a round-a-bout. The right-hand lane has a yield sign.

Time out-

Yield sign

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In road transport, a yield (Canada, Ireland, and the United States) or give way (many[weasel words] Commonwealth countries) traffic sign indicates that a driver of a vehicle must slow down and prepare to stop if necessary (usually while merging into traffic on another road) but does not need to stop if there is no reason to. A driver who has actually stopped in this situation is said to have yielded the right-of-way to through traffic on the main road. In contrast, a stop sign always requires a full stop.


Ok, do we understand YIELD now? Moving on…

EVERY SINGLE DAY- the car in the right lane tries to enter the round-a-bout first and cut right in front of me, narrowly missing my bumper every time. THEN, I get the "finger", or the "LOOK". I swear every time I get the "look" I want to throw the car in park, pull the person out of their car and break both of their arms so they can't drive for a while and give them a number to a driving school.

The other day I had to SLAM on my brakes to miss a car that shot out in front of me from another entrance on the round-a-bout coming from the Hyatt. Almost smashed his car in half. And you know what? It wouldn’t be my fault Mr. I-AM-TOO-IMPORTANT-TO-OBEY-TRAFFIC-RULES!!! Maybe next time I'll temporarily forget my brakes and just make a pretty little dent in your Mercedes-Benz. Now wouldn’t that be sad. Maybe your insurance company would pay your way through driving school.

Ok, I am done, the more I talk about this the more pent-up frustration is coming out my nostrils. GGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

Until next time! :O)