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People! Unacceptable!!

I was all set to write a happy post about what a Good Day yesterday was.  I was thinking about it while on my way home from work at 2:00 in the afternoon.  I was thinking about it when I talked to The Crush.  I wasn’t so much thinking about it when I was whinging on to my sister about how much life sucks, but I wasthinking about it when I started my packing list for Nashvegas, TN!

THEN!!  The unthinkable happened.  Let me preface this by saying that this cannot happen again!  I need you all on my side, and I think together we can change the way of things!  Imagine my surprise while sitting, irritatingly pleased with myself for calling out Lisa as the one to go home on American Idol, when suddenly, out of the blue… not Bucky… not Taylor… not even flying-under-the-radar-Elliott got called out as one of the bottom three, but Katherine!  My beautiful, lovely, sweet, vocally blessed Katherine McPhee!  What?  Have you not yet been stricken with the McPheever??  What is wrong with you people!  It’s that slut Kellie, isn’t it?  She’s gotten you entranced by her annoying Jessica Simpson like idiocy.  Y’all, she asked what a “ballsy” was–I’ve pretended to be stupid to get attention–I KNOW IT WHEN I SEE IT!  So here’s what we need to do.  We need to vote like we’ve never voted before.  I know, who wants to listen to a busy signal for two hours?  But you can TEXT MESSAGE!  You know when they say “send your vote to…”?  That’s what they’re talking about!!  Come now, work with me on this one.  I beseech you!

But yes, back to the Good Day that was had yesterday.  I can’t really tell you how much I love the job that I have, and I am going to cry big, salty tears on Monday when I don’t come back here to work.  I was completely unable to get to sleep on Tuesday night, so by noon yesterday I was wandering around the office glassy eyed and having inane conversations, like the one to follow, with coworkers.  For the sake of anonymity and protecting the innocent, let’s call this guy Paul:

Paul:  If you were writing an email to {insert name here} would you sign it Lt Kriger or Angela?
Me:  Well, she always calls me Lt Kriger, so I guess I’d go with that.
Paul:  Oh really?  That’s funny, because she always calls me Paulie.  [Laughs]
Me:  Really?  I thought she called you Muffin.  [awkward pause]  Sorry, did I say that out loud?

So, I think probably they just decided that it would be best for all of us to get me out of the office as soon as possible.  Somehow I managed to make it home–I think I must have driven there, but I don’t really remember that part of the day–and I slept from 2:30 until 6:30 with some seriously crazy-ass dreams.  When I woke up I took the dogs outside and Hot Maintenance Guy came over to talk to me about the perpetual leak that seems to come from my apartment into the downstairs apartment.  (He actually asked me if I ever throw large quantities of water on the floor.  That would be a negative actually…)  He then asked me if I wanted him to take my dogs for a walk every afternoon while I was at work.  Um?  Can you say Hellz Yeah!  So, we exchanged numbers, I told him I would be happy to pay him and Ellie did a little jig of excitement–or perhaps she just needed to pee.  But, I guess the question now is what’s the going rate for dog walkers?  I think he would have done it without pay, but I would have felt awful… I’m thinking maybe $25 a week?  It probably would only take about 30 minutes… $5 a day?  Is that a decent wage?  Too much?  Too little?  Help me, I am not wise in the ways of the dog walkers!

But the crowning glory of the day was talking to The Crush last night for a couple of hours.  I fear I came off as somewhat psychotic in my post the other day, but I guess what you have to understand is that I vent as much as I can of that here so that I don’t act like that in “real life”.  I also have to admit that I have pretty serious insecurities when it comes to guys, and if I go one day without talking to him I kind of assume that he is no longer interested in the slightest and probably hates me.  Oh, and that he must be dating Gisele now, or that little virginal Victoria’s Secret chick.  Invariably it turns out that he has not lost interest, he does not hate me, and Gisele isn’t returning his calls anymore.  Anyway, it was a nice chat and today I’m feeling good about things.  We’ll see if I’m still so confident this evening though.

But tonight!  Tonight I shall pack for Nashville and it will be oh so much fun!  I’ve kind of become a pro at packing over the past couple of years, but the most exciting bit is the new purse that I’ll be tossing into my bag for going out nights.  I had talked about getting a Coach wristlet, but apparently I wasn’t the only one with that idea, so the one I’d originally wanted was sold out.  So I sat back and I thought about a good back up plan and I realized that even though it’s totally last year, I still really love the Holiday Patchwork bags, and I adore that it has all the different colors in it so I’ll feel okay about it matching different things.  So, I took the plunge, found the wristlet, and spent yesterday evening parading around the apartment with it and showing the dogs how, “Look!  I can carry my camera, id, money, credit cards, and lip gloss, all while still getting krunk to Laffy Taffy!” and they were duly impressed.  I think Ellie is jonesing for one now though–she’s quite the prima donna that one.


  1. sandy sandy

    I couldn’t speak when they called Katherine into the bottom three…and then the bottom two?! Is it an early April’s Fools?

    Here from Michele’s.

  2. shani shani

    oooohhhhh, maintenance guy. wow, you just have guys coming out of the woodwork. and if he offered to walk your dogs…i mean, actually OFFERED to exert energy and do work? Geez, someone clone him! Ask Kristi about pay for dogwalkers. She doggy-sits all the time.

  3. Becky Becky

    I *KNOW* what you mean about Katherine. I was in complete shock and said out loud to hubby- OK, this is it- we have to start voting.

    I then got the famous eye-roll. He just doesn’t get it.

  4. RisibleGirl RisibleGirl

    I *KNOW* what you mean about Katherine. I was in complete shock and said out loud to hubby- OK, this is it- we have to start voting.

    I then got the famous eye-roll. He just doesn’t get it.


    Sorry. My sister-in-law is so into “American Idol”. I feel the way Cyndi Lauper sized it up when a young girl e-mailed herfor advice on auditioning. She said:”Must you put yourself through that”. As a guy, I feel Paula Abdul is as hot as ever. But the Simon Cowell thing I don’t get? It’s like everyone showing up for an acrobatic air show (which Irefuse to attend) just hoping someone loses their life. I am not a fan of this show obviously and feel I could produce rings around that moron Cowell. I’d replace him with Todd Rundgren and Jackson with Quincy Jones. Have fun in Nashville. I like how that city is layed out. Don’t miss the various up and coming music writers venues!

  6. M M

    Hey there, hope today is better day. 🙂 For both of us. 😉 Hugs!!

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