thank god those creepy presa canario freaks are gonna get it.

im off for the second session of my head examination. things have changed slightly for me since i am now working on something that is interesting. realize, this is still an absolute hell-hole and makes me crazy in a million other ways, but at least now i can make myself useful.

it amazes that my boss has gotten this far when his head is so far up his own ass! my boss tries, and i do think that he is a nice person. the problem is that he is a dumbass and it never fails to amaze me. he put me on another project, as a space filler so that when the funding is reinstated on the project i dont particulary want to work on in the first place i can quickly jump ship. well...it turns out that this "filler" is EXACTLY what i want to do with my career, dumbass has completely failed to realize this and will get a pleasant little suprise when he finds out that not only am i not doing the task he had in mind, but im never coming back to the other project. in fact, i may try and swindle a way to make this new guy my boss instead. that is good news, i know. my boss is just and idiot, and i needed to make sure that was heard. as for other good news...i finally have a phone! hooray! and the refuse-to-do-anything secretary just moved in next door! now i can make her do things for me!

I went to the lab psychologist last week. i find that funny, that by simply working here i now require therapy. lab therapy, and they pay for it. it basically turned into a bitch session. after all...she works here too! im going to keep going, my boyfriend and i did not get in one single fight this weekend! i consider that a damn good start.

also, if you live in the chicago area check out this total babe, you wont be disappointed.

they finally found the Afgan Girl!

i cant believe i did it. i just sent my boss the "i need more work" email. (i would have called, but i dont have a phone). im am sentencing myself to doom!

i was reading about the Andrea Yates verdict, and i came across a website for the Yates Kids, written by the husband, Russell Yates. i almost started crying right there at my desk. im not sure what my position is as far as life in prison vs. the death penalty, but i do agree with her guilty sentence. i cant imagine letting this woman go, with any possibility of having more children, even after recovery in a mental institution. her husband, who has exhibited what i consider odd behavior from the get-go, is all for starting back up where they left off. something strikes me strange about the husband.

i couldn't get this thing to publish yesterday, i assume there are still problems with the server update. did you miss me? i doubt it. if you are out there i tend to think it is by mistake. you may have chosen to stay after noting my attractive and diverse set of links and by my alluring prose. however, i should add that i have "stolen" the look-and-feel from the person who convinced me i should have my own blog. she did this, of course, completely unknowingly, but i give credit where credit is due. so, i thank you, little missy and i will try to not rip you off too blatantly. we are quite similar, however, being of similar age, gender, occupation, and musical and political interest.

i unplugged my computer after my first post. i was going to move to my new office! i had it all planned out! i am a modern woman! ahhh...no. first, i call the only computer guy here that knows anything. it just so happens that he is also part of a rare few that is interested in actually helping me, so these are two very good qualities. turns out he KNOWS what to do, and he even TELLS ME! i call the right guy, its all lined up. all i need to do is move my computer. when i start this it soon becomes clear that THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL I AM MOVING THAT DAMN MONITOR MYSELF! I swear it weighs more that me! hopes crushed. i have to ask for help. if there is one thing i have learned here, NEVER ASK FOR HELP. you will immediately be sent on a whirlwind of redirection and mis-information. it is a speed race to simultaneously hang up the phone and reverse any incremental work load increase that may occur from words already spoken. so what did i do? i plugged my computer back in. i will be here for awhile, in fact i may never leave.

so, last week i tried a new tactic of not really showing up much. it worked a little bit. i feel a whole lot better, AND my boss offered me my own office. i think all and all that was a smart move.

so...i DO work for the government. could you tell this before i told you? there is a certain j'ne sais quoi about a government worker. however...i do not have the GLAMOUR and the PRESTIGE of working in washington. where i work they only dream of washington. they say things like "we are going to have to get the ok from washington on this one."

what other "quickies" can i tell you about myself, you ask? well...i have a graduate degree. i like music and photography. i am in the process of looking for a new job. i have a cat and a dog named sophie and floyd, respectively. ah ha! has the lightbulb gone off...just wait, it still might.

so what do i mean by "one step further?" i am now one step further on the road to getting fired.

i know this is a bad idea for me. i need no further excuse to not do my job.