The Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim lost to the Boston Red Sox last night. I'm sad, but not crushed. There were some real stupid calls and little league antics on the field during the playoffs this year.
Joke: How many Angels does it take to catch a pop fly to center field? More than three because neither of them called it and the ball dropped to the ground. During a playoff game. Ouch.
I can honestly say kudos to the fellas of the Angels that were able to take advantage of the weak third baseman of the Red Soxs team that were hitting grounders between shortstop and third. I loved that. The third base man ate more dirt trying to get to the ball than the guys who were attempting to steal bases.
I love to watch Guerrero hit. It's like poetry in motion. And I loved watching Weaver close out the game. They need more pitchers like him on that team.
Better luck next year.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Hell on Earth? Almost.
It took me three and a half hours to get home from work on a Friday night. And it wasn't even a three day holiday weekend either. That is obscene. It was as if every stupid slow driving mofo was on the freeway infront of me.
It also didn't help that I started drinking a Welch's Strawberry soda at the time I left work so that by the time I went through the east LA interchange, I had to take a piss. And when you gotta pee, you gotta pee, so I had to then get off of the freeway to do so.
The Indiana Avenue exit off of the 5 freeway traveling south doesn't dump you into the nicest part of town, let me tell you. Before I even got to turn right, there was a cop car sitting on the corner. At the corner of Indiana and Olympic, I found paramedics and firemen were eatting at a mexican restaurant. I thought if I have to take a piss anywhere in East Los Angeles, atleast I'd be safe there. I pulled into the parking lot at the back of the restaurant and there was barely no one parked there, but when I went inside looking for the restrooms, most people were either at the counter or eatting already. LA's finest were seated waiting for their food. One got up and tip his forehead toward me. Thanks, guy, but I needed to take a piss---bad. Now where are those restrooms??
I went back to my car and found a steel security door with an 'add a quarter' access lock and recognized that this must be the toilet. I put my coin into the slot and turned the handle and this idiot woman yelled at me - she did not even lock the door behind her after she went into the can, Jesus lady, I'm sorry, I'm sorry - hurry up, I gotta pee.
About 2 minutes later she emerges with the roll of brown generic one-ply toilet paper in her right hand waving it around in the air and said, "I gotta return this to the front counter because I don't want to be held responsible for loosing it by giving it to you." I don't care, get out of my way. I had paper in my purse which I took into that graffitied shrine of a toilet, I didn't care.
Two minutes later for me and I was back on my way home.
It also didn't help that I started drinking a Welch's Strawberry soda at the time I left work so that by the time I went through the east LA interchange, I had to take a piss. And when you gotta pee, you gotta pee, so I had to then get off of the freeway to do so.
The Indiana Avenue exit off of the 5 freeway traveling south doesn't dump you into the nicest part of town, let me tell you. Before I even got to turn right, there was a cop car sitting on the corner. At the corner of Indiana and Olympic, I found paramedics and firemen were eatting at a mexican restaurant. I thought if I have to take a piss anywhere in East Los Angeles, atleast I'd be safe there. I pulled into the parking lot at the back of the restaurant and there was barely no one parked there, but when I went inside looking for the restrooms, most people were either at the counter or eatting already. LA's finest were seated waiting for their food. One got up and tip his forehead toward me. Thanks, guy, but I needed to take a piss---bad. Now where are those restrooms??
I went back to my car and found a steel security door with an 'add a quarter' access lock and recognized that this must be the toilet. I put my coin into the slot and turned the handle and this idiot woman yelled at me - she did not even lock the door behind her after she went into the can, Jesus lady, I'm sorry, I'm sorry - hurry up, I gotta pee.
About 2 minutes later she emerges with the roll of brown generic one-ply toilet paper in her right hand waving it around in the air and said, "I gotta return this to the front counter because I don't want to be held responsible for loosing it by giving it to you." I don't care, get out of my way. I had paper in my purse which I took into that graffitied shrine of a toilet, I didn't care.
Two minutes later for me and I was back on my way home.
Thumbs up!
Thumbs up to "My Name is Earl" for using two ELO songs and one Heart song in the two episodes that aired last night.
Evil Woman
I'm Alive
Barracuda
The highly infectious big toe scenario was hilarious.
Evil Woman
I'm Alive
Barracuda
The highly infectious big toe scenario was hilarious.
Oh the horror!
On the America's Got Talent finale show which was on Wednesday, I witnessed a throughly mutilated version of Queen's "Don't Stop Me Now". Sung by the people who were previously voted off of the show.
Oh the horror.
Oh the horror.
The Three Legs
The Three Legs...
...of underwriting
1)Credit
2)Character
3)Collateral
...of fraud
1)Incentive or pressure
2)Rationalization or attitude
3)Opportunity
...financial oversight
1)Audit Committee
2)Management
3)External audit firm
...retirement income
1)Savings
2)Pensions
3)Social Security
...of my daily commute to Simi Valley
1)Traveling north on the 5, my home to the 605
2)605 to 134
3)134 onto the 118 to Simi Valley
...of underwriting
1)Credit
2)Character
3)Collateral
...of fraud
1)Incentive or pressure
2)Rationalization or attitude
3)Opportunity
...financial oversight
1)Audit Committee
2)Management
3)External audit firm
...retirement income
1)Savings
2)Pensions
3)Social Security
...of my daily commute to Simi Valley
1)Traveling north on the 5, my home to the 605
2)605 to 134
3)134 onto the 118 to Simi Valley
What does this mean?
I knew by about 9:00 AM that Friday was going to be one of those stinky poo kinda days. I had a snide comment said to me in Spanish by one of my charges and it pissed me off. I emailed the client and my boss to let them know I was upset about it. Then I emailed my boyfriend.
He has to deal with management issues just like I do, but is able to handle them differently because he actually *is* the boss of the worksite, while I am an oversite manager employed by a third party contractor. He said I'm sorry you're having a bad day. Later, he emailed me a photo of a vet with his head stuck up the ass end of an elephant. I looked at the photo and related to it. Me working with someone elses crap that no one else wants to or knows how to deal with.
He called me later in the day to remind me he had to go to some function for work (that he did not invite me to, but I did get invited to go to the one in San Diego in February, so that is cool.) but made it a point to tell me specifically where he'd be. What does that mean? Doe he want me to dress up and meet him there, in essence crash his party? Or is he just telling me this because he wants me to be able to pick him up later if he needs a way to escape? I don't know. I do know, however, that he's already tired from the long ass hours he's put in this week. He said he would call me when he got home from the party, but I wasn't counting on it because when we are tired, we sleep and we ain't thinking about calling or talking to anyone. Sleep, baby sleep.
He has to deal with management issues just like I do, but is able to handle them differently because he actually *is* the boss of the worksite, while I am an oversite manager employed by a third party contractor. He said I'm sorry you're having a bad day. Later, he emailed me a photo of a vet with his head stuck up the ass end of an elephant. I looked at the photo and related to it. Me working with someone elses crap that no one else wants to or knows how to deal with.
He called me later in the day to remind me he had to go to some function for work (that he did not invite me to, but I did get invited to go to the one in San Diego in February, so that is cool.) but made it a point to tell me specifically where he'd be. What does that mean? Doe he want me to dress up and meet him there, in essence crash his party? Or is he just telling me this because he wants me to be able to pick him up later if he needs a way to escape? I don't know. I do know, however, that he's already tired from the long ass hours he's put in this week. He said he would call me when he got home from the party, but I wasn't counting on it because when we are tired, we sleep and we ain't thinking about calling or talking to anyone. Sleep, baby sleep.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Smelly... dog
I think the groomer that Robert uses for his dog sucks ass. She makes his Maltese look like a small fluffy bathroom rug instead of a well groomed animal. After a week or more, the fur around his eyes turns brownish because it's too long and all going into his eyes. I hate that. It's a wonder why he's freaking out all the time. He probably can't see shit. New groomer, please...
Happy Snoopy Dance
I got an email from my friend in England today about how it's time to order the box set from The Move. WOOHOO!
Picture me doing the happy snoopy dance in my office cubicle!
A Gruesome Reminder
I read in the Orange County Register today a blog that was posted yesterday which listed many of the subprime mortgage companies that no longer exist or are barely hanging on by a thread.
See: Subprime's Dearly Departed
...and these are just the most recent casualities.
It's a gruesome reminder to me of over 30 companies where opportunities for employment in Orange County no longer exist and that's why I drive to Simi Valley every single day now.
See: Subprime's Dearly Departed
...and these are just the most recent casualities.
It's a gruesome reminder to me of over 30 companies where opportunities for employment in Orange County no longer exist and that's why I drive to Simi Valley every single day now.
Blogging
Blogging is a beautiful thing. It helps me get things off my mind quicker than trying to find someone that can carry on an intelligent conversation without having to impede on their valuable working hours.
Blogging also can be a burden when you are commuting for a minimum of three hours a day and you get a brilliant idea for a blog and can't remember it when you get to your destination. Now, I think I have solved that issue by putting a notepad and pen back into my car so that I can jot these ideas down and blog with them later.
Blogging also can be a burden when you are commuting for a minimum of three hours a day and you get a brilliant idea for a blog and can't remember it when you get to your destination. Now, I think I have solved that issue by putting a notepad and pen back into my car so that I can jot these ideas down and blog with them later.
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