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2003-03-31
3:31 p.m.

i am a very grumpy courtney today. i�ve been up since 5.30 a.m., and me and early mornings are not friends. the boyTM decided to stay an extra night, so he had to leave early this morning in order to get to work on time. at least i didn�t have to drive like he did. it would have been a torturous experience.

i had a bit of quiet at work this morning until cubicle pig rolled in. cubicle pig is the gross, ignorant man who has the cube next to mine. i thought that maybe i was the only one who felt this way about him, but everyone else i�ve spoken to gossiped with feels the same way. he is the type of person who averts his head if you say hi to him, and he burps. all the livelong day. today, he was making personal calls all morning. now, we all do personal stuff at work, but we at least try to be discreet about it. not cubicle pig. he yammers on and on about his personal life, and i swear everyone can hear it. he talked about his home computer to at least five different people. several times, he called his wife to ask her to do things for him. he yelled at her when she didn�t do them fast enough. oh, it was a joy to witness. usually, i mutter, "shutupshutupshutup" under my breath, but i�ve gotten louder lately. i was trying to do an online training for HIPAA (the exciting Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act), and it wasn�t as if it wasn�t boring and torturous enough without cubicle pig chatting with his "buddies" all morning.

then i had some issues with shirley, the other woman who works for my boss. shirley coordinates her other two studies. she put a table together that lists "critical dates" (IRB renewal deadlines and such) for those two studies, plus the one that i coordinate. after she told me about the list, i checked it out on the server and filled in a few blank spots for my study. i noticed she had a different IRB number than the one i had, so i emailed her to see which one was correct and to tell her that one of the items she listed was already completed and suggested she check with my boss to be sure. i got this response, "courtney, i really have nothing to do with her k-award [my study]. i thought you were taking care of that." okay, snippy, you�re the one who put the damn table together. i thought you might want some accurate information in it. i fired back, "i am taking care of it. i was just curious where you got that number." she never replied, which is probably good, since i would have gotten into it with her. she was even bitchier to someone else today, so at least it�s not just me. she�s normally an okay person, but to paraphrase the simpsons, the stick up her butt has a stick up its butt. just about everyone we work with is amazed at how anal this woman is. our grants officer told me that she better back off because she�s pissing people off. hee hee. i had a guilty laugh at that.

i had a nice business lunch/rant session with katrina, and that helped me feel less grumpy, but am still tired tired tired. the weather is making it worse, i think. huge snowflakes have been blowing on and off all day. what happened to the sunny, warm weather we had on friday? all the flowers that have started blooming are sad.

i had a great weekend with the boyTM. we ate lots of yummy food, enjoyed the sunshine, and stopped into the anime convention that amy e helped organize. let�s just say that i am not into anime, but it was nice to support amy and to see what she�s been working on. it was an interesting cultural experience for us, anyway.

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quote of the day:

"if i�ve learned nothing else in my life, it�s that no matter what, buses have the right of way." �amy b, on the joys of public transportation


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