holy fuck

i just got my computer and it is fucking goddamned awesome.

oh great

i received the following email from a perky office lady today:

Hey all it is that time again. We have the 12+ Days of Treat Sign-Up in the kitchen. If you want to participate please sign-up for a day and bring your choice of special treat. Thanks and HO! HO! HO! 28 days until Christmas!

Amy Perkett

Concepts in Community Living

(503) 408-4083

aperkett@ccliving.com

which means of course that people will be bringing in blasted cookies, brownies, donuts etc EVERY SINGLE DAY from today until dec. 25th. today there are many cookies. soon there will be much fat. it just sucks cuz i have little self control if there is a GODDAMN PILE of cookies on my way to the bathroom.

here are two identical pictures of my mouth and nose. one is smaller than the other:


oh, and i was a drug dealer for halloween. hence the looking tough. and i had little bag of (yard) grass and (kitchen) mushrooms.

thanksgiving

so.
i'm at my dad's house with he and reality and the scared-y-cats, who are actually cats that are always very scared. of me.
so things are going ok, that weird thing is happening where my dad is limiting and controlling my food supply, and the other weird thing is happening that reality is crazy and that the two of them just have honestly the most annoying arguments you would ever believe. many hours in the car confirmed this fact, which i already knew.

but in all honesty and possible boringness, everything else is going quite well and i actually do like both of them.

i also saw my uncle, grandfather, and assorted others. including reality's parents. who still call her "susan."

tomorrow we see my very smart but somewhat spoiled neice audrey and sunday we go to san francisco to see sophia my sister, and gabe possibly if he ever calls back which of course i doubt.

MY DAD IS BUYING ME A COMPUTER. macbook. 13 inch. white. 2 gb memory. i'm paying for about $300 of it. he offered to pay for half, and i agreed, and then somehow reality and my uncle intervened, like the hands of god, and bullied him into agreeing to pay for it all. it was AMAZING! it's being shipped in the mail RIGHT NOW!!! holy shit!!!

here is a picture of me from halloween:

oh my god, her butt is so big

google has redesigned blogger, looks like.
so far changes look minor.
but i am sure that they will soon blow my mind.

today i feel:













but also:











this is my exboyfriend aaron's new band: http://www.myspace.com/evilaliencostume
they seem good but they also make me think that the knickers/panties are good.


there is a woman at the office named jeanie who actually seems very nice, even possibly funny, though my interactions with her happen about once a week and they go like this:

Jeanie: i brought donuts
Me: oh. great. trying to kill me i see
Jeanie: thought you should know! (wink)
Me: you're terrible!
etc

so it's this running thing, where she brings in donuts and i get fat. but honestly, i think she is bringing in donuts so that i (and others) get fat, and i am not joking, because she never eats a single donut but she goes around to the offices of all the women and has the same interaction that she has with me. i think she's one of those people who likes to see other women get fat.

or, she just likes giving away donuts and not eating them.

and also likes to see other women get fat.

1. i made a new website: www.rockcove.org. it is ok but it looked better before it made me do stupid stuff to get around formatting problems.
2. i am going to go visit mercury and reality tomorrow.

yo

less crabby today, thank god. though yesterday didn't go that well, i felt weird and locked myself in the bathroom for a little while to lie on the ground.

today poppy forwarded to me and some office ladies, this time including stacy (who as you know has recently had a worse relationship with poppy than usual, even) the following email:


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From: Renee Arnold [mailto:Renee_Arnold@fsafood.com]
Sent: Friday, November 17, 2006 11:16 AM
To: Poppy Preston
Subject:


Poppy,

I am sending the others, but these so fit you, so I thought that you could have these first.

Love you Happy Friday



Renee




























which actually could be read as an indictment of say, me. or stacy. or whomever. and obviously this renee person thinks the email fits poppy because poppy tells horror stories about the office to renee. right? though, as far as i know i'm still in the clear.

but what do i know? nothing! eek! the grenade is obviously scary.

cross

i am cross because no one does their stupid jobs in this joint.

i can't get anything done because no one ever responds to my emails or calls to give me what i need.

and why can't these building directors take one decent picture of their presumably adorable residents or their presumably spacious and inviting buildings??

and stacy is in charge of the LEAP activity program and wants to do the fun stuff like make the newsletter (and you know how that always goes) but today she flat-out refused to call someone and tell them that they cannot have the program for free, so i had to do it. and i theoretically am supposed to NOT have to do LEAP stuff cuz that's her whole JOB. and she said the reason was that she is leaving and the program will soon be mine anyway, so she is pulling out.

but that's her only stupid responsibility at the office, while i have bazillions of projects! and she's still getting PAID! what is she getting PAID for?

additionally, other things are also annoying.








but i made a phototour:
http://www.jfrfoundation.org/Photo%20Tour.htm

oh god, stacy just came into my office on the verge of tears to explain herself. she is really an incredibly sensitive person! christ! i hope that she gets a very very friendly job after this one....

i am sad about this:









and this:

things are weird and interesting

some of this is old news to those who follow my gchat statii.

first things first, though.

yesterday=yelling catfight between poppy and stacy in front of everyone, over color copies. poppy and stacy both look to me for comfort/solidarity.

this morning, stacy sends me the following email:

Hey Megan well I had a talk with Keren ( about the poppy incident )this morning and apparently could you spread the word that I am not an unfriendly or mean person and the reason I have my door closed is because of the radio and the heater….. I am dead serious Keren asked me to ask you to spread the word until I leave… Megan I know you have experienced what I have so I know I am not crazy but I felt as if I was in trouble….

Thanks stace

as you know, keren is my boss. so apparently keren wants me to go to poppy and patience and spread good will toward stacy. which is awkward to say the least. and has already been tried.

ok.

so then also, today i had a 6-month review with my boss. i got a 6% raise which is like $1620 a year which is a laptop.

but keren identified a few areas for improvement, two of which were: appearance. what should we do about this? she asked. we can work on this together. perhaps some lipstick, and a headband. not the stretchy kind; only the hard kind. blouses and button up shirts would also be good. her elderly slightly crazy sister would be ecstatic about taking me shopping. and this is not a joke. keren is suggesting that i go shopping at the goodwill with her sister donna. which i might have to do as part of my general policy of maximizing my collection of life experiences.

another area for improvement was in my "verbal skills." which i was confused about at first because certainly i am more articulate than my officemates; also i do endeavor to sound professionalish. but it turns out that i have a "reed style" of addressing superiors or people just older than me, that involves me probing them for the information i want, contradicting them when i think they are wrong, and generally not being deferential enough. keren kindly described people who might have a problem with this as "stuffy." i'm pretty sure she's talking about this one lady at PSU whom i interrupted when she was going on and on... because this woman got annoyed at me.

in any case....

it was a funny meeting with keren and her perception of me is hilarious, though maybe accurate (ish)- which is that i am smart and effective and a good team player, but young and generally green behind the ears and having many lessons to learn. she says i have "great potential." like, as a person.

moving quickly ahead--

today i got an email from some kid from PSU that said he was interested in our study abroad program. i do not remember him, though i'm sure i talked to him for a minute or so while tabling. this is his weird email to me, followed by a perfectly normal email i had sent him:

Megan, thanks for the phone call reminding me of my application deadline. I beat you to the punch yesterday and turned the thing over to the Education Abroad office, so now you can sleep soundly knowing that I still have a semblance of a chance of partcipation in the program. Recent reflection makes me think that I alone did not receive your helpful telephone reminder. Oh, such vanity and sadness.

Well, anyhoo, have a fun day,
Wyatt

Megan Harrington wrote:
Don’t forget!

Program application deadline for the service-learning course “Global Aging and Health: Focus on Nicaragua”:

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 10
Submit to the Education Abroad office.

Applications are available online at Education Abroad’s website: http://www.intl.pdx.edu/EdAbroad/Aging.htm and at the Jessie F. Richardson Foundation’s website: www.jfrfoundation.org.

Please contact me with your questions! We hope to review your application soon.

Cheers,

Megan Harrington Wilson
Jessie F. Richardson Foundation
15900 SE 82nd Drive, Clackamas, OR 97015
mharrington@jfrfoundation.org
Ph: 503.408.4754 F: 503.255.5929

i guess... maybe none of this is particularly interesting. but everyone seems so weird and crazy to me, is all i'm saying.

this picture is scary and does not entice me to shop at lenscrafters, though that is still where i will probably go to get contacts

it is scarier bigger, so you should click on it.

morning

my butt is wet and i am trying to hide it from my coworkers by walking sideways, etc.

boo

happy birthday mercedes

hilarious myspace comment from shankar:

10/26/2006 8:59 PM

Megan, do you remember the all-nighter that created this:

"...Clearly our analysis is fraught with problems. One thing that we discovered after working through these regressions is that it would have been difficult to choose a more problematic dependent variable. Data on the expectations of an atomic war was only taken in 1984, which excluded the use of most potentially relevant regressors...Furthermore, this dependent variable is not scalar and hence without logit cannot be used in this kind of analysis...Our theoretical and actual analyses were forced to evolve and adapt in many ways throughout the painful process of this experiment..."

"...We concluded that if nothing else several control variables varied strongly with our dependent variable. Our controls were sex, religious identification, and race, all of which had positive correlation coefficients. This leads us to the conclusion that expectations of atomic warfare are most common among males, religious persons, and possibly whites...

For a good time see appendix."

Miss ya,

Shankar

_____

additionally, and most importantly, I FOUND A GRAMMATICAL ERROR IN A WILLIAM SAFIRE ON LANGUAGE COLUMN, AND I AM NOT JOKING.

In all IM (initialese for "instant messaging," a phrase that speed-writers apparently find too time-consuming to spell out or have already forgotten what it stands for) as well as in much email, banality is dressed in seven-league boots and triviality is treated with urgency.

all about me

hi friends.

today was a strange day, we were out till 1am at omalleys of course and i woke up at 6:30 with cramps and a bit of a hangover, actually from wine instead of beer- i didn't drink at omalleys! but i got totally sloshed at rebecca's wine presentation at dork club!

then i couldn't sleep, what with the pain all over, so i got up and took a bath and felt sorry for myself and then i got out of the bath and opened the bathroom door and bill was there (spent the night after dorkclub) and he was holding my phone, which had been ringing, apparently underneath him on the couch, and it was my boss.

and i said, hi keren, and she said, are you going to the meeting today, and i was like wha? and she said get here as soon as you can so that you can go to this meeting with me, which i hadn't been planning on going to.

random picture to break up my narrative:













so then i was bummed because i felt like ass and didn't have time to eat or grab lunch food or dress well or anything, and i rushed around and biked to work (! second time biking to work since accident, first time was yesterday) and got here sweaty and gross and rushed off to this meeting with my boss (who is crazy) and-

she's the worst driver of all time!! and i am not joking!!!

it was like this:












and then she was swearing like crazy at all these other perfectly reasonable cars. but in any case, we had these mapquest directions that patience had printed out for us, and we were running late. and at one point we realized we were headed downtown, rather than hillsboro, where we were supposed to be going, because the mapquest directions were to PACIFIC UNIVERSITY COLLEGE, which apparently exists, rather than PACIFIC UNIVERSITY. then a number of stupid things happened, such as me admitting that i'd brought literally nothing with me, including useful things such as wallets, pens and papers, and phones. she also did not have her phone. and at this point we were so so late. and then we drove every which stupid direction and at this point we were 45 minutes late, no joke, and i started having this problem where i would burst out laughing or almost burst out laughing, like constantly, while my boss was actually in a terrible mood and not thinking anything was funny. but i was all sleep deprived and i don't know- laughy. but anyway we got to this meeting over an hour late. and then that made us an hour late to the meeting we had right after that, for which i successfully parked keren's very nice car in a parking garage, bumping into no parked cars on the way. also i forgot tampons today and have been using "alternative methods" which have proven unreliable and ineffective (grossish).

also pretty much since we've gotten back to the office, i have done literally nothing. useful.

though i would like you all at this time to revisit the website, which i think i have improved.

i haven't had

hmmm.. i wrote those three words and then poppy came to talk to me about something and then now that i'm looking back at the screen i have no idea what i had planned to not have had.

here is a sentence with the word 'flower' in it.

leave me a comment, so i know that you care.

today i have cramps

ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow also comes with gas and generally bad other elements.

Beauty of Reciprocity

We’ve all heard from the time we are children” The Golden Rule “ Treat those as you want to be treated”, Do unto others as you would have others do unto you” (Jesus). “What is hateful to you, do not to your fellow man( Hille)” and last but not least “ What you want others to do to you, do not do to others (Confucius).”
Almost every religion , culture has this moral guideline, but do we follow it? If we believe it then why do we often fail, do we forget what you throw out is what you get at some point in time? Is there truth to this?
As we think back to our past circumstance and situations at some point in time we say “ ah hau, karma has came back to get me”! Situations arise whether it be in the workplace, loved ones, friends we often treat and talk to them in a way that we never wanted to be treated. Forgetting that what we throw out is what we get in return.
How much effort would it take to not say those hurtful and often unnecessary words. When it happens to us we often feel outraged and overcome with anger and animosity how could person do or say such a thing often forgetting that we at one time have done it to someone else and my even continue doing it.
As Martin Luther King once stated “ The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.” During these difficult and complicated times in our lives where we forget the “ Golden Rule”? We can not always control what we think but we can control what we say and how we react to situations. By changing our thinking its easier for us to change our behavior. [editor's note: wha?]
British comedian, Harry Thompson said, “Be kind. Remember that everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle”. Or the Ju Ju will come to bite you!












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i don't like any of these shirts

my brilliant work

2:38 pm
aha! the new jfr website is up and running, thanks to me. the whole website was done by me, entirely, except i had nothing to do with the curvey font choice, that's not my fault. it's our "look." anyway. i think the site still looks a little campy but oh well, i'm not much of a graphic designer. photo tour to come.

hacked

alarming thing. also i feel dumb/greasy/badly dressed today. and i have to go to a meeting with a bunch of strange aging experts, to represent JFR. disastrous.




he's running against tom feeney for congress! it's crazy.

gootube.

this is so weird. this is a youtube member's response to the news that google bought out youtube. this member's name is: thegermanman.

the knickers

some pictures from friday's show:






























































and the crowd goes wild