Saturday, July 13, 2002

Of men and bottled water

according to this, i am a schizotypal-histrionic-avoidant-obsessive-compulsive freak. hmm, well, except for the freak part (and maybe the schizotypal and obsessive compulsive part) my entire being completely rejected the idea. until yesterday when i got my daily bottle of water from the vendo. upon returning to my desk, i discovered that for the life of me, i could not, could not open the bottle. i tried so hard. i really did. there just was no way to open it.

now, let me just mention that my sister has called me a wimp not a few times. i suck at sports or anything that involves physical strength. clearly, i had no choice but to ask a gentleman to open said bottle for me.

but the mere thought of it - of asking a guy to open a bottle for me - i just couldn't do it. it completely went against all the self-sufficiency crap that i believe in. in a job that involves the lifting of heavy boxes of paper on occasion, unless it's absolutely necessary, i don't usually ask any of the guys in the department for help. i just grunt and pretend i work at a shipyard. and this.. this.. bottle (!) had the nerve to resist.

it took me all of two hours, after a lengthy internal debate, to finally ask my fatherly seatmate to please open the bottle for me because the cap didn't have any perforations on it and even if i wiped it dry i still couldn't get a good grip. only because my throat was parched, i refused to spend another cent on that stupid vendo, and the water was getting lukewarm. even now, i can derive some satisfaction from the fact that he had a difficult time opening it, too. i almost wished he'd give up.

so, histrionic -- maybe (after all, i DO have a blog), avoidant (fear of embarrassment, etcetera) -- a little, schizotypal -- in some ways, obsessive-compulsive -- maybe more than i'm allowing myself to accept.

boy, do i have issues.

"is this a release or a build up of pressure?" - of pressure by mirah

Tuesday, July 09, 2002

Frappuccino



i got to work at 8:30 today. had breakfast at mcdonald's because i didn't want to be too early. practically shoved my sausage mcmuffin into my mouth, and was at my desk at five to nine, screaming "i maaaade iiiiit!!!!" The Boss beamed at me: "yes, you did." i went to sleep at 11 pm last night. big improvement over my usual 1:30 am. i was late three days out of four last week. in college, with two weeks of classes to go before the end of the semester, my philo 102 teacher told me i had 8.5 cuts out of nine. after that, i was in the classroom every single day at 7 am. for two weeks. it's true. you can check my yearbook. i listed it under biggest accomplishments. i suppose, perhaps, i have a slight problem with punctuality.

i tried to get through the day with the minimum amount of caffeine. i only had a bottled mocha frappuccino in the morning instead of my usual medium black two sugars on the side. by the middle of the day, i was cranky, disoriented and edgy. swerving to avoid the camera crews, i raced to starbucks to get something, anything, with caffeine. i'm thinking, i should probably try to quit. not cold turkey, mind you. maybe i can start with dark, and then maybe, in two weeks, regular. and then, maybe, a small light one sugar. blech!

"Where is my mind?...where?..." - where is my mind by the pixies

Sunday, July 07, 2002

Who you callin' cute?

yipee! watched the PPG movie today at Pavilion. i wanted to stay and watch the credits in the end, but we had to sneak out since we were the only "adults" there. well, at least the only adults without kids. my sister said we should have borrowed the neighbor's. i loved the movie! (spoken like a true fan) obviously, i'm not the best person to ask. however, i will concede that i had a feeling the kids wouldn't like it that much, although they all gamely clapped in the end when blossom, bubbles, and buttercup vanquished the evil monkey throng and otherthrew mojo jojo (i don't care, i still think he's adorable). well, you'd have to watch it yourself. take your four-year-old niece along if she's allowed to hear the word jerk.

i didn't know cellular phone companies checked credit. otherwise, i wouldn't have gotten myself all worked up over the prospect of getting unlimited week-end minutes with voicestream's $29.99/month plan. voicestream is one of only two companies offering GSM in new york (that i know of, anyway). at & t is upgrading soon, but they still have TDMA phones. with voicestream, i could get a 3390 free with the plan, 200 minutes, 500 ping-pong messages, unlimited week-ends, and unlimited calls to other voicestream phones within the US. i found out through the vendor, however, that i had a "T-class" credit, which means i would have to pay for the phone, a $75 connection fee, and i could only get the $39.99 plan. so what else is new? i don't have credit history, since i just moved here and i've realized just how true the maxim "bad credit is better than no credit at all" really is. heck, i didn't even get approved for a macy's card (thus i am defiantly not linking them). so, rather than pay an outrageous sum for minutes that i'm going to end up not using, i went for prepaid. which is more expensive in the long run. but i don't really have a choice, do i?

and since i'm on the subject, can i just say that phones here suck eggs? US uses the 1900 frequency, unlike europe, asia and africa which use 900/1800. all the good phones are only available in europe and asia. unless you get a tri-band phone. however, i don't want to get a really expensive phone because i'm broke. sure, you can get cheaper world phones from siemens, motorola and ericsson. i, however, am a nokia loyalist like most asians. so, i'm making do with the 3390 and late-night sungka sessions.

no domain name or host yet. i got the next best thing, however. free hosting from tripod and a more-or-less personalized url! good enough for now..

"i am not afraid.... i can hardly wait... " - spin the bottle by juliana hatfield