I'm so sick of my boss asking me if the questionnaire got sent out to someone. First of all, WE DON'T SEND OUT A QUESTIONNAIRE. We send a login and password for the Portal, which MIGHT have the questionnaire, if we've set it up. Second of all, THE LOG RECORDS ALL E-MAILS SENT THROUGH TRACKER. To see if we've sent ANY e-mail, including the ones with portal login info, all you have to do is check the log. To see if the questionnaire is set up, all you have to do is check the web portal and LOOK. What, does she think I've memorized all the e-mails I send out??

Honestly, after 5 (or more?) times of her asking and me saying "I don't know, we'll have to check the log," you'd think she'd get it!

WHO THE FUCK MAKES AN ENTIRE WORD DOCUMENT OUT OF TEXT BOXES???

I hate this place.

You know, I don't care what that song says, I am skeptical of Carrie Underwood's ability to shoot whiskey.

So I haven't been on here in forever. probably no one even looks at this anymore. I've been really angsty lately, so that's something new and different...

now I don't even want to say what i originally came here to say.

SO FUCK YOU

O M G. I'm quiet, I'm not 7.

My boss is so frustrating. She asked me to pull and send her a report (just a big list of stuff--in this case departmental contacts) and so I did and 5 minutes later she calls to me "Erica, could you clean up that report? There are doubles and...it just needs cleaned." Ok, so I open up the report to clean up the doubles and guess what? There AREN'T ANY. She obviously did not look at the report very closely. Then when I stopped to think about the nature of the report that I had run I realized that there actually *couldn't* be any doubles. bah.

I hate my job. I hate needing it to get health insurance. I hate that we have to have health insurance. I hate supporting the corporation that is US health care by going to the doctor and using health insurance. bah.

Omigosh you guys, seriously. Seriously. This morning I had a nosebleed that lasted FOREVER and I was tired of waiting for it to stop. I remember once when I was younger my mom told me that even though people say you're not supposed to blow your nose when you have a nose bleed (something I actually hadn't heard), she found that blowing her nose was the fastest way to get it to stop. So I thought I might try it. So I got a new Kleenex and I blew a little and then a little bit more and then the blood WENT UP MY TEAR DUCT AND CAME OUT IN MY EYE. It didn't hurt at all, but it was the weirdest fucking thing and I was freaked the hell out. So I guess that might be one reason you're not supposed to blow your nose when you have a nose bleed...

I hate it when I'm forced to dress up AND help set up student orientation. It's not that I really resent having to dress up or help out, it's just that when you help out (i.e., move tables around and run around the office/building for things) after you're already dressed up, you get all sweaty and gross. Nice impression for the new students. Maybe I just need to find a less sweat-inducing outfit. I guess.

So I haven't posted in forever because I haven't WORKED in forever! I took the Fridays after Christmas and New Years off, so I had 2 4-day weekends in a row, but then I got sick the second week and only worked half a day Monday and half a day Wednesday. It was awesome.

I think it's funny when people misspell something and then they insert an (sp?) after it, just so that you know that even though they're too dumb to spell it right, they're not to dumb to know that it's not spelled right.