Saturday, December 24, 2005 

Fuck you, Geoffrey Giraffe

I went to Toys R Us last night to do some last minute Santa shopping. They were out of the one frigging thing I was looking for, but I found another cool gift. I take the gift and its ancillary accoutrements to the register. The joint is packed. The line about ten deep at each register.

I had recently decided to stop using my debit card so much. I sometimes forget to write down transactions in my check register and then balancing my checkbook becomes nightmarish. So, it was in this spirit that I decided to write a check. The check itself would be my receipt. I made out the check, signed it and had my ID out. When the cashier told me the total, I filled in the amount, and handed it over. She wrote my driver's license number on the back, and typed some info. into the register. She then told me that my check was no good. WHAT THE FUCK?? Now, I am not rolling in dough, but I have enough in my account to cover $150. She said "You have to call your bank." Horrified, I stepped aside so she could ring up the next customer. I called my bank, fully prepared to yell at them on the spot. The customer service guy was really nice, and said he didn't know why it wasn't approved, but that was not a bank issue,it was an issue with the company Toys R Us uses for check verification, and I should get the number from the cashier.

Pissed, I went to the customer service couneter to get the phone number. I was told that I needed the receipt from the cashier. After explaining there could be no receipt with no sale, she said she'd look for the number. She couldn't find it. As smoke began to come out of my ears, it occured to me: Should I just use the debit card? I was hesitant, because the money would be coming from the same account that had just humiliated me. I handed over the card, and the transaction went through as usual. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I wanted to round everyone up who had been behind me in line and hold up my bag and say "See? I can afford this stuff! It was a mistake." Ugh.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005 


Well, I got a job. Not the UCSF job - the job I interviewed four (fucking) times for. They ended up giving that job to a person who has decided to transition from the corporate world into the nonprofit sector. All my experience be damned. Argh.

The position I've accepted is that of an Associate Director, instead of a Director job. As I think more about it though, I'm glad not to have all the responsibility of being in charge. The money obviously isn't as good - though it is 15K more than I made at the last place.

I guess what bums me out the most is that in accepting this job, I am, by default, accepting that this is what I do. I never wanted to be a fundraiser when I grew up. And now I am. And it makes me sad.

Saturday, December 10, 2005 

Cookies & Karaoke

One of the best holiday parties ever! Catrina and Kati had a party on Saturday afternoon. Guests showed up around 4:00 with the intention of rolling out dough and cutting out cookies to bake and decorate.

As it turns out, only the (lone) kid was interested in the rolling, cutting and baking. The adults were in the living room belting out butt rock and Michael Jackson, and decorating the cookies as they came out.

I knew I had had just a wee bit too much (heavily spiked) eggnog when I found myself writhing on the floor doing my best Tawny Kitaen while Ev sang Whitesnake's "Here I Go Again." Good times.

Big ups to Mike from Chicago's series of "angry" cookies featuring surly expressions on gingerbread men, angels, butterflies and fish.

Leah made a self-portrait cookie that was, admittedly, a fair resemblance. So funny. My "gingerbread boy from behind" - featuring visible butt crack - was also well received.

The karaoke machine doles out scores after every song. Leah scored the highest score of the night - a perfect 100% - for her rendition of Toto's "Africa."


Friday, December 02, 2005 

Priss? I've NEVER been called a Priss...

The Priss
Deliberate Brutal Love Dreamer (DBLDf)

Mature. Responsible. Aristocratic. Excuse me. The Priss.

Prisses are the smartest of all female types. You're highly perceptive, and confident in your judgements. You'd take brutal honesty over superficiality any time--your friends always know where they stand with you. You're completely unfake. Don't tell me that's not a word. You're also excellent at redirecting internal negative energy.

These facts indicate people are often intimidated by you. They also fall for you, hard. You have a distant, composed allure that many find irresistible. If only more of them lived up to your standards.

Your exact opposite:
The Playstation

Random Gentle Sex Master
You were probably the last among your friends to have sex. And the first to pretend that you're pregnant. LOL. Though you're inclined to use sex as weapon, at least it's not as one of mass destruction. You're choosier than most about your partners. A supportive relationship is what you're really after. Whether you know it or not, you need something steady & long-term. And soothing.

ALWAYS AVOID: The Playboy, The Loverboy

CONSIDER: The Manchild

Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating.


The gays are coming! The gays are coming!

My bestest bestest friend from college is coming to visit tomorrow from Portland, OR, and he's bringing his partner of 13(!?) years, whom I've never met. Actually, he's not coming to visit me, but more specifically, to do Christmas shopping in San Francisco...they are gay after all.

Coincidentally, another friend of ours from school is coming to town from Atlanta. He (of course) is coming to attend flight attendant training.

I've always had issues with men. Is this because my parents divorced when I was two or three and my dad moved away? Who knows? I do know that I went from being kinda slutty in high school, to celibate in college - at least until Senior year, to being serially monogomous (usually with co-workers...hi Erik & Aaron) and having lots of sex.

All of my friends in high school were guys. I had one female friend who TOTALLY fucked me over (turns out she was jealous because I was spending too much time with a boyfriend.) This trend continued throughout college, only, somehow, the boys all turned out to be gay. And I had no idea. I should say, I had led a pretty sheltered life to that point and was very naive.

Anyway, when all was said and done, I had three guys come out to me in college. Post college there were three more. The gays love me.

Ironically, most of my friends now are lesbians. This happens when you work in nonprofit women's health in San Francisco, I suppose.

What I really need are some straight girlfriends. And a guy. Not necessarily in that order.

Thursday, December 01, 2005 

One of those days

The weather has changed. It is gloomy and dark and rain is is pouring down. It is always on days like today that it seems nearly impossible to get out of bed, regardless of obligations. Somehow, beneath the blankets, it is precisely the perfect temperature. I cautiously poked one foot out of bed and my toes were nearly frostbitten upon contact with the frigid air. Mission flats just do not get warm...except in the summer, when they swelter.

All I want to do is sleep. It may be the lulling affect of the rain against the windows. Growing up in the Seattle area, rain against the windows was common. Now that I've lived away for so long, the sound always sends me right back there.

When I left the gym yesterday, I was dreading the way my abdominal muscles were going to feel this morning. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. My shoulders are what's killing me. I hate hate hate going to the gym, but it's too cold and wet to exercise outside now.

This is my least favorite time of the year.