Friday, December 5, 2008

retinal scans are invasive, but they'd make my life so much easier.

I'm one of those people who has put up a mostly impenetrable wall between work and my personal life. Not that I don't think it's good to socialize with my co-workers every once in awhile, but I think that a lot of people make it TOO close of a bond. To be honest, I like most of the folks I work with, even though we have very little in common. That's been the case at pretty much every job I've ever had. The thing is, I think that a lot of us forget that co-workers are also our competition. They wouldn't even hesitate to throw you under the train if it meant them getting ahead. That said, it's probably not a great idea to share to many personal stories with the competition, because then they know your weaknesses. I mean, I'm just sayin'. It's fine if you are completely incapable of making your own friends outside of the office... but at least with friends who are not associated with a job there is less potential for a falling out to turn into something career-endangering. Besides, I've come to like that I'm a bit of a mystery to everybody at my job. I think the most that anyone knows about me is that I have a dog, a boyfriend, and that I listen to a lot of bad 80s metal on the radio. And I aim to keep it that way.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

the queen and i.

Though you might not be able to tell by the infrequency of posts, I actually like posting stuff here. I guess it's mainly because maybe two people in total actually read this blog. But guess what? I'm okay with that.

So, everybody knows BF is a bar man. Yes, STILL. Fuck. But whatever. At least he has a job... I know too many women who let their men collect unemployment, and act like they're alright with it. Please. If you can scratch your balls and change the channel, you can sure as hell work. Okay, but that's not the point. ANYWAY. BF works at a bar. Sometimes these random sluts come up to him and won't go away. Then, he points to me and says 'That's my girlfriend'. Just like that, they go away. Not because he has a girlfriend... but because I always look fifteen million times better than those girls.
They realize that if he's with someone who looks like ME, then they never had a chance.
Yes, I am pretty much the most self-centered person on Earth. But appearance is very important to me, and it should be to everybody else. And I'm not talking body type, because it's not as though anybody ever has any control over that, but about how you dress yourself and carry yourself... and that means NOT LIKE A TRASH HOUND. That's my not-so-code word for girls who all they do in life is hang out at the bar, and they don't even work there. They always wear shit that looks about a decade behind, and have really bad hair that's usually only long because of extensions. Also, they always wear stiletto heels- even when it is super icy out and they could fall and break their necks. When they have conversations, it's always about something insipid like shopping or when their next trip to Vegas is going to be. Nice. Yeah, so I wear a lot more spandex and short skirts than someone my age should be wearing... BUT I also still have the body for it, and my face still looks like I'm under 25. So there.

Uh... I think that's all I really wanted to say. I never have a specific destination with these rants.