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Feb. 23rd, 2005 12:44 pmWell, there she is. My cover image that I got paid for. It's not as good (in print) as I'd hoped, honestly. But I know what I did wrong and I'm learning. Low light + red tones = bad for print. Still... :)
Got into an accident Monday night. Not really my fault, but I have a citation that says otherwise. Bent my axle and smashed the headlight. Neck is sore, but I'm okay. Really nice that this comes when I'm trying to plan a trip to L.A./S.F. WEEEE! So yeah, gonna fight the ticket, as that intersection is a death trap and I did everything correctly. Basically, a Honda Civic smacked into me as I was crossing. And since she technically has the right-of-way, I'm at fault. That intersection has always been a problem and there should be a light. Anyway...I rode the bus today and it made me miss L.A.
Can't think of anything else really. Getting so stressed that I can barely function and I have to cry to let out some steam. I'm thinking of taking up yoga, but I don't know when I'd find the time. Art In The Park is coming up, APE is coming up, scholarships due, schoolwork to do, now the car and borrowing money from my parents to fix it. It's all kinda stupid, but it adds up. I need some sex is what I need.
OH, I got to tell Citigroup to fuck off today. And I didn't even have to do anything. They called me at Borders from some Citigroup office in K.C., wondering if I'd be interested in a "career" with them. My name apparently "came across their desk". I hope it was messy and sticky. Seriously though, what the fuck? I said,
"No, I have two jobs already." and Corporate Douchebag was like,
"Would you be interested in switching careers?" What the hell is this? Some new marketing technique? Tell people you'll give them a job if they sign up for a credit card? I said,
"No, I'm not interested, and furthermore, I don't like your company."
He seemed taken aback and wanted answers.
"May I ask why?"
"I don't agree with some of your practices," I said. "And I have to catch the bus." His surprised response, as if this was a GOOD thing.
"But we're one of the largest companies in the world."
Me, "Yeah, that's the problem."
I fucking hate you Citigroup. Now all I need is for Sprint and SBC to call me up out of the blue, at work no less. How the fuck did they find me? Ah well, I'm sure I gave some corporate slug his Somewhat Odd Thing That Happened At Work Today story.
Got into an accident Monday night. Not really my fault, but I have a citation that says otherwise. Bent my axle and smashed the headlight. Neck is sore, but I'm okay. Really nice that this comes when I'm trying to plan a trip to L.A./S.F. WEEEE! So yeah, gonna fight the ticket, as that intersection is a death trap and I did everything correctly. Basically, a Honda Civic smacked into me as I was crossing. And since she technically has the right-of-way, I'm at fault. That intersection has always been a problem and there should be a light. Anyway...I rode the bus today and it made me miss L.A.
Can't think of anything else really. Getting so stressed that I can barely function and I have to cry to let out some steam. I'm thinking of taking up yoga, but I don't know when I'd find the time. Art In The Park is coming up, APE is coming up, scholarships due, schoolwork to do, now the car and borrowing money from my parents to fix it. It's all kinda stupid, but it adds up. I need some sex is what I need.
OH, I got to tell Citigroup to fuck off today. And I didn't even have to do anything. They called me at Borders from some Citigroup office in K.C., wondering if I'd be interested in a "career" with them. My name apparently "came across their desk". I hope it was messy and sticky. Seriously though, what the fuck? I said,
"No, I have two jobs already." and Corporate Douchebag was like,
"Would you be interested in switching careers?" What the hell is this? Some new marketing technique? Tell people you'll give them a job if they sign up for a credit card? I said,
"No, I'm not interested, and furthermore, I don't like your company."
He seemed taken aback and wanted answers.
"May I ask why?"
"I don't agree with some of your practices," I said. "And I have to catch the bus." His surprised response, as if this was a GOOD thing.
"But we're one of the largest companies in the world."
Me, "Yeah, that's the problem."
I fucking hate you Citigroup. Now all I need is for Sprint and SBC to call me up out of the blue, at work no less. How the fuck did they find me? Ah well, I'm sure I gave some corporate slug his Somewhat Odd Thing That Happened At Work Today story.
