four things
Jun. 7th, 2005 01:01 pm1. I got my bridesmaid's dress. I look like a pastel-blue moose in it. I have to find an alternative--STAT. To quote Janeane Garafalo from Romy and Michelle: This dress exacerbates the genetic betrayal that is my body.
2. I forgot my fucking employee badge. Again! For like the 90000000000000000000000th fucking time. I had to buzz up to security to get into the parking garage, where the nice woman gave me much-deserved (if good-natured) shit for it. My goal was to skulk up the back stairs and hover by the entrance where people are always walking back and forth to the breakroom and get in. My mission was to NOT call Jeff (again) and plead for him to let me in. So who strides by? Jeff. Busted! And man, did he get his smirk on. He never forgets his badge. He is so Gallant to my Goofus. Meh.
3. I fucking hate the Ballard Plaza Pharmacy for having 9-6 hours. Who the fuck manages to go to the pharmacy during 9-6. At least be open 8-6, or 9-7. Something. Give us something to work with. I need to pick up Hobbsie's tuna-prednisone and haven't been able to get out there before it closes. Mrrrrh.
4. Why does all of our marketing-speak have to be one unending nounstack? Why? I want to start the Plain English Movement for Marketing. Blah.
2. I forgot my fucking employee badge. Again! For like the 90000000000000000000000th fucking time. I had to buzz up to security to get into the parking garage, where the nice woman gave me much-deserved (if good-natured) shit for it. My goal was to skulk up the back stairs and hover by the entrance where people are always walking back and forth to the breakroom and get in. My mission was to NOT call Jeff (again) and plead for him to let me in. So who strides by? Jeff. Busted! And man, did he get his smirk on. He never forgets his badge. He is so Gallant to my Goofus. Meh.
3. I fucking hate the Ballard Plaza Pharmacy for having 9-6 hours. Who the fuck manages to go to the pharmacy during 9-6. At least be open 8-6, or 9-7. Something. Give us something to work with. I need to pick up Hobbsie's tuna-prednisone and haven't been able to get out there before it closes. Mrrrrh.
4. Why does all of our marketing-speak have to be one unending nounstack? Why? I want to start the Plain English Movement for Marketing. Blah.
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Date: 2005-06-07 08:30 pm (UTC)You wouldn't be the first person to try that. Nor the fiftieth. Somehow, "marketese" always manages to make a comeback... I think it says something about the mindset of marketers. I'm not sure exactly what, but I doubt it's anything complimentary....
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Date: 2005-06-08 04:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-08 05:39 am (UTC)I shall now go interface with my team to discuss new product-life paradigms.
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Date: 2005-06-08 05:41 am (UTC)I'm considering killing myself on the 13th. I hope you won't mind, and it's been lovely having you as a friend.