purple and not-for-profit
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
I Hate Chevy Chase Bank: The Daily Show Update
[PDF] Eli Lilly and Company
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Turzai is anti-abortion, and he alsohas voted against a hate crimes bill that
... CHEVY CHASE BANK. 904659. PNC FINANCIAL SERVICES GROUP INC ...
www.politicalaccountability.net/CC_Lilly.pdf - Similar pages
Ha! imagine if that dot-dot-dot (yes, I know it is an ellipses, it is funnier to call it a dot-dot-dot) was replaced with either an...included or exempted :).
I hate chevy chase bank
Ok, I have discovered something that is completely unacceptable. I am on the 4TH page of google for I hate chevy chase bank. So therefore, every title that I will have needs to include the words "I Hate Chevy Chase Bank"
New jobs
Ok, I got a new part-time job. Now my plate is full.
I do work for a Butterfly Workshops and now, I'm going to probably do some work for Penelope Taylor. Clearly my resume should now read "Personal organizer and assistant to the alternative health community."
I can't seem to beat my old boss into the office
ES: Is there a ratio of Muggles to wizards -
MA: Or in Hogwarts.
JKR: Well, Hogwarts. All right. Here is the thing with Hogwarts. Way before I finished “Philosopher's Stone,” when I was just amassing stuff for seven years, between having the idea and publishing the book, I sat down and I created 40 kids who enter Harry's year. I'm delighted I did it, [because] it was so useful. I got 40 pretty fleshed out characters. I never have to stop and invent someone. I know who’s in the year, I know who's in which house, I know what their parentage is, and I have a few personal details on all of them. So there were 40. I never consciously thought, “That's it, that' s all the people in his year,” but that's kind of how it's worked out. Then I've been asked a few times how many people and because numbers are not my strong point, one part of my brain knew 40, and another part of my brain said, “Oh, about 600 sounds right.” Then people started working it out and saying, "Where are the other kids sleeping?" [Laughter.] We have a little bit of a dilemma there. I mean, obviously magic is very rare. I wouldn't want to say a precise ratio. But if you assume that all of the wizarding children are being sent to Hogwarts, then that's very few wizard-to-Muggle population, isn’t it? There will be the odd kid whose parents don't want them to go to Hogwarts, but 600 out of the whole of Britain is tiny.
Let's say three thousand [in Britain], actually, thinking about it, and then think of all the magical creatures, some of which appear human. So then you've got things like hags, trolls, ogres and so on, so that's really bumping up your numbers. And then you've got the world of sad people like Filch and Figg who are kind of part of the world but are hangers on. That's going to bump you up a bit as well, so it's a more sizable, total magical community that needs hiding, concealing, but don't hold me to these figures, because that's not how I think.
That would be how I would write a book. 8 million pages of backstory for 3,000 pages of book.
Search Rankings
Now, my workday begins. Because the purple pen user must be the best workers :)
blogging with a cat on my lap
Though a different company is the focus of this article, this only inspires me to move forward with my "Test Prep in the Tropics" dream. Lying on the beach, tutoring SAT in my "spare" time.
Monday, July 25, 2005
Half asleep, but...
...I found a little bit of truth as I was re-writing my friendster profile....
Surprisingly passionate about a certain number of things, surprisingly dispassionate about other things. I am the best educated college dropout that you know. Ironically, after going to a tantra workshop for leadership training, my type a personality is reasserting itself. Giving tantra a second look. I play trivia - and I love it. We won Harry Potter trivia, and so we have a 5 foot HP standup in our living room. I drink wine, margaritas, champagne, and beer. A whole lot of beer at times. I am a carbon copy of my mom - and that's fine, as many problems as we've had. I'm glad I wasn't born in a more idealistic time so that my dreams wouldn't have been so glorified and then so crushed. I'm a realist. The best way to describe me is comfortable in my own skin. I know who I am- and am comfortable with most, if not all of it. I love telling stories, jokes, and I LOVE the rush that teaching gives me. Helping other people understand something that I know or that I experienced is at the heart of who I am and who I want to be.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
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Passive-agressively angry. Very passive agressively angry. There aren't many people who can drive me to it, but since it is the only way I will be, I will be passive-agressively angry.
Friday, July 22, 2005
Poor Grammar = Time for Bed
I'm getting crazy ideas in my head about applying for grant funded jobs, and I've lost the ability to keep my grammar correct, let alone actually write anything. So therefore, I blog it. So there.
This article is missing a key piece of information-
...namely, whose job is is to pay attention to the PEOPLE THAT LIVE HERE - I'm glad that when 50 pound cessnas and balsa wood planes violate DC airspace (as they do daily) we want to streamline the "Shooting Down" process, but if you remember the controversy when the DC Gov't didn't know what was going on as the Capitol was evacuated - they were talking about shooting that plane down over where people live, work, and are.
Maybe I'm just more calmly facing death if it comes, but I clearly don't have the same worries that everyone else seems to. I worry about the people that I care about, and I worry that something will happen and I will be here, but for myself? I'm not really worried in the slightest. Whatever will be, will be.
Copied from a job description
"Progressively responsible experience in the special education and or non-public school administration field with one year of specialized experience equivalent to the next lower grade level." What does that even mean?
Week In Review
Dear world: I didn't disappear.
A few things have happened this week....
1. I went to a BW sponsored course this weekend, and as resistant as I was to it, I really think it had some good effects. For example...
2. I applied for a new job. My boss is leaving her current position for a position where she will do more what she wants to do. Even though I am not qualified for her position in the slightest, I applied for it. I was at work for 8.5 hours Monday, 11 hours Tuesday, 14 hours Wednesday, and 11.5 hours today getting myself ready for the meeting (or coming down from it, in the last 3 hours of today). Those of you who know my work schedule will be shocked to hear that I was at work at 8:30 am this morning (Those of you who don't will probably not look at that as anything impressive). Whereas my meeting was not what I "wanted," I really think I may have gotten more of what I wanted out of it. Either that or LIS brainwashed me, im not sure which.
3. I didn't get the job. Which is a bit of a letdown.
4. Canada legalized gay marriage...I was so focussed on this new potential job that I didn't even realize until today, which was a little nuts.
5. In that same vein, is anyone else insanely angry about things like this?
6. HP came out, we were at the stores at midnight....and yeah, we won trivia. We have a 5 foot HP standup in our living room.
7. I only get introspective about high school when I'm drunk. I've really put so many of my demons to rest. I have certain skeletons...but I will give you that you feel so much better once you admit them.
8. Humor is not an avoidance mechanism.
9. I'm in such solid love, it is so wonderful. It is there, it is new, it is old, it is exciting... Eric took me out to dinner.
10. Being completely "there" really makes you notice when you are not.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
The quote of the Day(ily) Show
"Well, if these books get out, the terrorists win."
"Why is that, Rob?"
"Well, when you introduce a child to the gift of reading, EVERYbody WINS!"
-Rob Corddry to Jon Stewart
Joel Stein, get off my back
I am going to stand in line at midnight on Friday and purchase my Harry Potter book. I am going to stay up most of the night reading it on Friday, and I hope I will finish it in time for my Saturday conference. I enjoy children's literature, and I have since I was a child and I probably will when I am a parent.
Argh-I can rant more, but it just isn't worth it :)
"Next Blog" feature
Kitchen Parade: Veggie Venture>I found a website called "Kitchen Parage-Vegetable Adventure." Which wouldn't be half as exciting if I hadn't found the non-vegetarian Kitchen Parade. I'm just killing time this morning.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Jake is biting my ankles
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
More work reflections
Yes, that sounds like a plan
"The one practical idea in the gun debate came from Representative David Obey, a Wisconsin Democrat, who said a $70,000 pay cut was logically in order for his colleagues. 'If the people in this House want to act like your D.C. city councilman, then they can be paid like a D.C. councilman,' he said." -On the proposed repeal of DC's gun ban originally picked up from this blog
Quote of the Day(ily Show)
"Well, if you like [Alberto Gonzalez] so much, why don't you appoint him to the highest court in the land so he can cast the deciding vote on civil unions and marry him!" -Jon Stewart on Bush and Gonzales, not to mention commentating on 3rd grade taunts :)
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Insomnia also leads to...
...getting bitten on the ankles by my roommate's cat
...Introspection about the books I read. For example, I'm currently enjoying Hunter S. Thompson's Kingdom of Fear, but yet it isn't my insomnia book. Probably because I worry I'd be too tired to enjoy it. No, for insomnia reading, I hit up the extensive collection of several-steps-above-harlequin romances that decorate our apartment bookshelves, tables, chairs, couches and floors most days. My book-purchasing habits have been extremely erratic recently. I am purchasing more books than I used to (and doing a little less re-reading) but I am still at an almost complete loss as to what to purchase when I walk into a store. Some people need drug dealers; clearly, I need a a book-pusher :).
...Why is the cat only fascinated with objects that are under the sideboard table?
...Why do I always seem to get insomnia on nights when I have to go to work in the morning? Even on a Saturday?
...OOh! Back-updating my lj with these new posts.
...drop kicking that cat across the room when I finally make the connection - since my ankles are under a table, they are fair game for being a toy :).
Friday, July 08, 2005
Confessions from the Losers Club*
*The Losers Club is an official 501(c)3** organization of which I am a charter member. It is made up of people who work late on Friday night. Like the AARP, you automatically recieve membership if you are at work on multiple Friday nights past eight PM.
I just ate ice cream, so as not to spoil my dinner.
Yes, Mom, I know you don't think this would ever work, but because of my work schedule (afternoons and evenings) I tend to get hungry for lunch around 5:00 PM. However, if I actually ate lunch at that time, I wouldn't eat dinner, and my boyfriend would kill me. Plus, there is an Edy's across the street.
Jaywalking should be sorta like abortion - Safe, legal, and rare
Yeah, the Edy's across the street? Its rush hour, and and you're not going anywhere. I will jaywalk and I dare a cop to ticket me. Perhaps instead of ticketing jaywalkers, you should be DIRECTING TRAFFIC or TOWING DOUBLEPARKERS. Argh.
People who cough when walking past a smoker
Individuals from my office often sit outside and enjoy a cigarette. The time that my office last took this field trip was the aforementioned trip to Edy's. They have tables outside, where we enjoyed our icecream and paused while cigarettes were smoked. A group of people walked out the door, shot all of us (smokers and nonsmokers) dirty looks and began coughing lightly. I think I (as a former smoker) was the only one who actually noticed. But excuuuuse me - what do you expect will happen with a smoking ban? I need to get more involved with the much cooler people.
Yes, you are right Walk Left, Stand Right
My boss gave me a bottle of wine! I'm not really sure why, but it will be a nice addition to the weekend.
I had high Hopes for this website... when I saw its description on The DCiever but I am as of yet unimpressed. I need to take a more detailed look at it, and perhaps contribute something to it myself.
I'm going home before I re-do my whole template.
Why do I keep screwing up my HTML tags? I keep closing a link instead of closing the italics - and somehow blogger decided that it needed to step in and tell me that. In fact, I am more annoyed that I cannot type a "" as an example.
**If you believe that we're really a 501(c)3 organization then you are offically a member of the "Gullible Idiots Club." Hold your breath until you get the tee shirt.
Dear Crazy Overnight Delivery Companies
I will not name the companies, but if you speak to me on a regular basis, you know who I'm talking about.
To our pickup woman (Shaquita - we know your real name, but we decided you're much more like a Shaquita):
Yes, you were upset before when we started shipping boxes. You would come up every day, see boxes, and then get very upset that you didn't bring your cart. You asked us to call when we had boxes (which we did usually, anyway) but would get upset when you didn't get the message. Which your own company wouldn't pass through to you. So, after being very nice and helping you carry packages downstairs once, after everyone else in the office had refused, I modified our daily pickup. Instead of relying on your own common sense, which says "They tend to have boxes more often than not, perhaps I should bring my cart," I went the formal route and changed our daily pickup to 70 pounds and eight boxes.
We were good for a while, you brought your cart, the delicate balance of peace was kept. Honestly, I should never have to see you, since there is only one desk in my office further from the door. Even when we didn't have boxes, you left your cart outside the door. There was the one day you whined because you had to make two trips, but you know what? I had to spend all damn afternoon packing the damn boxes, so get over it. Everything seemed to be going fine...
Until today.
Now, I know that you don't know the vagaries of our schedule. You don't understand that we slow down at the beginning of the summer, and so for a few weeks, we had no boxes. However, we left the pickup as it was....because it was only about a 2 week break without boxes. Today, I sent out 3 boxes and 2 large packages (that you want the cart for anyway). I spent all afternoon copying, constructing, packing....then when someone opens the door for you, you have no cart. To try to be polite, I tell you that we have boxes, and you should bring your cart in. "Are you serious?" is not the right response to this. Turning and bitching to the nice young man who opened the door is not the right response. Ranting, as you walk down the hall to the service elevator is not the right response. Not just because the Nice Young Man was nicely holding the door open for you, nicely, so that you can get the cart from the elevator. I really don't need to hear you rant some more because you left the cart IN the live elevator, and it has decided to go travelling. Or that now you need to go back downstairs and get it. Please. Get over yourself. We all have jobs, and they all suck. Yours could suck less, if you would listen to me.
The Nice Young Man and I talked about another solution - like giving her a number to call to see if there are boxes. However, that would lead her to NOT come AT ALL if no one picked up that number, and none of us are at our desks 100% of the time. Most of us, even at our desks, don't want to pick up the phone :).
So I have a new solution - since killing you with polite kindness didn't work. How about I just don't answer the door. I walk by your distribution center all the time, and I will continue to rant about how much I hate your company every time I walk past.
Sincerely,
Me
Dear Overnight Delivery Guy:
Can't you just deliver my packages when you're supposed to and save me from dealing with Shaquita?
Sincerely,
Me
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Rules for working with me
When not to call your friendly, neighborhood test prep provider:
- When you cannot use your flashcards. If you are a parent of a high schooler and you are mystified by flashcards, you need more help than I can give you. Give the cards back to your child and have your child call me. I respond better to talking with your child anyway, because your child will not yell at me about how I am taking a precious day of studying away from him. Your child understands that there are 95 days left until the October SAT and one day won't kill him.
- When you want to tell me about your remarriage and what your child did while you were away. This one is surprisingly common. You would not believe how talkative people get with their test prep providers. I am not a therapist, nor am I a priest. I just want to know what you need on the phone in re TEST PREP.
- If your child ran away because he couldn't stand the bourgeousie, racist, and sexually unfair nature of test preparation, I don't need to know. And if you're going to want a refund because of it, wait until the kid returns from running away.

