Oh Boo Freakin' Hoo

Since when did action heroes spend half their time weeping like little girls? Don't get me wrong, I like my man to have a sensitive side and not be afraid to show his emotions. But seriously, Spiderman? I am not really a chick-flick kind of gal so this sobbing shit was really annoying to watch when what I really wanted to see was two hours of pure action. Also, James Franco is a hottie, but just got so unattractive by the bazillionth time he shed tears on screen. Wah wah wah. Stop your whining. A huge man made out of sand should not be crying either. Takes the intimidation factor down a few notches, doesn't it?

Oh, and of course I got stuck with Chatty McChatty and his chick behind me. Why me! All the damn time. Since it's a pet peeve of mine, I know that I'm extra sensitive to the noises around me in a movie theater. However, I usually wait a while before speaking up. This time I waited until halfway through the movie. I mean really, shouldn't you tell your girlfriend the backstory to the movie BEFORE you watch it and not during? Anyway, I turned around and politely asked him to please stop talking. Yes, I made sure to say "please" and "thank you" like a good little girl. What did he do? He had to bust an attitude to try and impress his lady friend. "Who, me? Ain't no one talking here!" Mind you, there was no one behind him or next to him, but that didn't stop him from looking around as if to say, "you MUST be talking to someone else". Whatever. After his testosterone-filled comeback, he did shut up so my mission was complete. What a fucking loser.

On a brighter note, Topher Grace plays Venom in the third Spiderman installment and he did a great job. I'm not usually into the skinny gawky guys, but for some reason, I've got such a celebrity crush on him. Although, I must say that he was a bit unattractive as Venom with those scraggly-ass teeth. That screeching noise he made was kind of scary too! Yeah, you can have Brad. I'll take tiny Topher:o)

It's Like a Whole New World

G came to visit this past weekend. I hadn't seen her since we graduated college, which was freaking 7 years ago. It was so fantastic to be able to catch up with her. It felt like we hadn't missed a beat. She got me thinking about how much I miss my college friends so I decided to take her advice and join Facebook. I didn't think I'd get in touch with so many old friends in such a short amount of time! In the last couple of days, I think I've reconnected with at least 10 friends from way back when. I'm so nostalgic!!!

The good thing about having gone away for school is that I was able to learn how to be independent and experience life not only in a new city, but an entirely different country. I got to meet so many people from all over the world. The awful thing about this is exactly that. They're from all over the world which means they're not near me! I envy my Boston friends who went to school here and still maintain close ties with their college buddies. I'm sure they wish they could have gone away to school like I did though. The grass is always greener, right?

I'm just thankful that I've been able to get in touch with so many people that shaped 4 of the most important years of my life. Now, if I could only get them all to move to Boston.

Up, Up, and Away

I've been neglecting the blog for a while. This isn't because I've become bored with it. I actually don't seem to have enough time in the day anymore to even take a bathroom break. A couple of weeks ago, I was pleasantly surprised with a promotion at the new job. I had been working there all of about five weeks when the VP called me into her office one evening (thank goodness I decided to stay late that day.) She came by my desk at around 5:15 and asked to have a word with me in her office. The last time I was called into a VP's office, I was laid off, so needless to say, I was a bit nervous. However, the fears were all for naught, because as soon as we both sat down, she informed me that I was being promoted.

I think it's been about 2 weeks now that I've been in my new position. At first it didn't seem like I was doing much more than I had been before the promotion, but reality soon set in. I am busy from the time I get in to the time I leave. I eat lunch at my desk everyday while plugging away at all the work that seems to endlessly stream in. Although I am nearly drowning in work, I'm actually enjoying myself. I found my niche in educational publishing and am learning more everyday. Feeling like I'm making a contribution is an added bonus.

On the downside, the weekends seem to fly by now. Before I know it, Monday has arrived and I see a long, work-filled week ahead of me. At least my office is small and very casual. It makes work more comfortable. Even the owner and VPs walk around in sneakers. Speaking of the big bosses, they promised me a raise the day they promoted me, yet they haven't given it to me yet. I've already mentioned it twice to them and they have yet to respond with anything more than a "we're working on it." Now, I don't want to seem pushy and greedy, but I need me my money! Oh, what to do.....

Junkie 101

Lesson #1: Don't ever try and quit cold turkey. It hurts like a bitch! Okay, so I'm not talking about illegal narcotics here. I'm only under the influence of some run-of-the mill antidepressants. A couple of weeks ago, my doctor took me completely off one of my meds thinking that maybe only being on the other one would be good enough. Well, he has some serious explaining to do because I had to learn the hard way that stopping the medication abruptly can lead to some serious withdrawal symptoms.

Ever since I stopped the med, I have gotten progressively worse. Yesterday took the cake. I have no idea how the hell I made it through work and am even more surprised that I got myself home in one piece. I have never felt so nauseous and dizzy in my life. I yakked up my lunch at work and then did it again after dinner. It was so violent that I actually burst some blood vessels on my face and even in my eyeball! Since my doctor wasn't available yesterday, I had to talk to the doctor on call. He told me to go back on the med to alleviate the pain I was feeling. I took one yesterday and one today and it seems to have help alleviate some of the symptoms. I really hope yesterday was rock bottom and that I'll just keep improving.

I'm waiting for my doctor to get back into the office this week so he can tell me why he did what he did. If he can't come up with a good explanation, I guess I'll have to start all over with someone new.

I can't believe how physically ill people can get while in withdrawal. If this is how it feels to withdraw from a dinky antidepressant, I can't even imagine what it's like for those heroine addicts. Yikes. No wonder they fail at quitting so often. This pain is nothing to balk at! Note to self: don't do drugs.

Welcome to America

The last time I checked, I could've sworn I lived in the year 2007. Why is it then that after having a nice lunch with Him in the middle of the workday, did we encounter such biggoted bastards at the freaking mall!

We were strolling leisurely down the corridor, trying to digest our lunch with every step. We walked past two large white guys in their 20's and out of nowhere we hear, "Konichiwa!" I was so stunned that I just said, "What the hell?!" Then the racist redneck just kept walking and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "oh well, so what if I offended you. What are you going to do about it?" Although his buddy didn't say anything to us, he may as well have considering that he didn't punch his friend in the face right then and there.

After a second, I realized what had happened and called down the hall after him. "FAT FUCK!!!!!" came out of my mouth, louder than I had expected. I'd bet money on the fact that he's probably said the same thing to other Asians and most, if not all, of them have never said anything back to him. I don't know if it's because I'm not the stereotypical passive Asian girl or if it's just because I'm a complete bitch when I have to be, but I'm pretty sure he was surprised to hear my response.

I know that I should let this shit just roll off my back because he's just an ignorant son of a bitch, but I can't help but get really pissed off. I was so heated afterwards and it really has ruined the rest of my day. I've been fortunate enough in my life to have not faced this type of situation too often. But, what comes with that is the fact that every time it does happen, I can't just let it go. It hurts each time like it was the first.

I hope he gets his ass kicked one of these days when he says the wrong thing to the wrong people. Fucking fucker.

Yet Another First Day

The first day at work is always such a strange experience. You're introduced to everyone and given a whole bunch of material to review to catch you up on what you're going to be working on. You sit at your desk feeling completely isolated and out of place wondering when you're going to feel comfortable there. People are nice enough. They smile and nod as you grope your way around the office trying to figure things out. You hone in on that one person that's a little friendlier than the rest and then flood them with all your questions. Where do I find this? How do I do that? Who do I go to for this answer? It takes a while to learn the ropes and to get to know your colleagues. I just get all antsy and want to find some sort of catalyst to speed up the process that should happen naturally.

My first day is officially over. It went by relatively well, except for that flat tire on my car this morning. Good thing He works close by so I could carpool. Now I'll just look forward to Day 2.

What? What's that you say?

Not one, but TWO offers? For those of you who know me well, just picture me doing my little dance of triumph in my pj's at home. Wow, what to do? Which job shall I accept? Oh, the trials and tribulations I must endure....As much as I loved my old job, I have no love for the corporate side. I guess I should thank them though because now I'll actually have a decent income. Thanks suckas!!!!