oy vey...

Jan. 25th, 2010 10:46 pm
magicalmartha: (Citiscape)
 This weekend was not a good weekend for my tech...I have two computers: my PC, which has been my main machine since freshman year and a steadfast companion through many a tv show and essay, and my lovely little Mac laptop.  Both of which died on Sunday - the PC in a fixable way, the laptop in a really, really unfixable way.

Billy did some fiddling with the PC, burning my OS to the ground and installing Vista, and now she runs like a dream.  The laptop...oh Delilah, I'm so sorry I'm a bad computer owner.  I took her to the Apple store and they had to replace the hard drive because the old one was utterly broken.  Guys, I lost EVERYTHING.  Music, photos, word docs, everything.  (Luckily, about 90% of my photos are lurking somewhere online).

I...kinda feel like I should be more traumatized by this.  I mean, I lost two years' worth of school papers, writing drabbles, my THESIS, and maybe 100 songs on iTunes that I hadn't put on my iPod yet.  And yet...I got a new hard drive for free, a free upgrade to Snow Leopard, and Delilah has a new lease on life (extended warantees are AWESOME).  I've got my thesis in hard copy, and any story I want to work on I can just start over; it's not like I had anything fabulous to begin with.

So I'm not too broken up about it.  I was upset when everything was breaking all of the time, because it was really frustrating not to have a working computer at all, but now they've both got shiny new operating systems and I get to fiddle with them to my heart's desire.  So...there's that.

(I am SUPER sad that I have to re-assemble my collection of LJ icons...)

That said, if anyone has a copy of Owl City's Ocean Eyes, it'd be awesome if I could get it (it's the only whole album I've bought in a while, and I lost it with my iTunes.)

Also: blog post 

magicalmartha: (Golden mask)

Quickquick notes before I leave work for the day:

I didn't watch the Golden Globes, but I did see the red carpet photos - I'm going to go on record and say that Zoe Saldana looked eight kinds of fabulous, and I HATED Maggie Gyllenhal's dress.  But I think my personal best-dressed for the evening was Christina Hendricks - girl got CURVES, and bravo to Christian Siriano (yay Project Runway winners who actually go on to careers!) for not only embracing those curves, but constructing a ruffle that was not only flattering but perfectly fitted.  Also, that color? TO DIE FOR.  I have big boobs, Christian!  Can you make me a fabulous evening gown?

In less dressed news, I had no idea Amanda Palmer was such an attention whore.  Really?  You had to get undressed on the red carpet, not shave your armpits, and be basically naked underneath?  I am sure she is a talented musician (I have never actually listened to the Dresden Dolls), but this kinda makes me not want to.

In other news, red carpet fashion makes me writhe in jealousy because it is basically my life-long dream to get dressed to the nines in some ridiculously expensive dress and go to an awards show.  I used to want to attend the Oscars exclusively, but now I think I'd rather go to the Globes because it looks like people have more fun.

Work is...work.  It's good, actually.  I'm still doing part-time assistant-type stuff for Douchebag & Co., which is interesting because at this point I don't think they could wipe their own asses without me.  I took a week off and Douchebag Jr. kept asking my dad if I was ever coming back.  So it's nice to know I'm indespensible.

Dizzy's been going through a hyper-aggressive biting stage, but the internet tells me that this, too, shall pass.  Until then I've been more vigilant about punishment, even though the extent to which I can punish something that weighs less than a standard envelope is putting him on the floor and ignoring him.  We'll see if it works.

Last thing: my parents may be getting a new car, which means I'm getting the old one.  I've never owned a car before...it's kind of exciting and kind of expensive all at once.

magicalmartha: (Dogbert smacks a bitch)
I am literally so appalled I can't vocally articulate it.  Instead, I'm going to do it with evocative prose.

So Squatter Roommate got a week's extension on moving out, because my landlord is a more decent human being than I am.  His deadline was yesterday, so you'd expect that he'd spend the extra week packing, preparing, maybe moving some boxes out as a prelim.  Because that would be sensible thing, right?

But no, because it's the sensible and socially responsible thing to do, and Squatter Roommate has proven to be neither of those things.  My landlord came up to check on things around one yesterday afternoon, when SR had not only failed to pack up any of his shit, but completely disappeared.  He didn't packing up until 2 a.m. THIS MORNING.  While I was SLEEPING.  He and his shady friend were banging around moving the goddamn tv in the middle of the fucking night.


Apparently, he asked Billy if he could leave one or two things on the porch until he could come back for them, by Wednesday at the latest.  "One or two things" apparently means A HUGE FUCKING PILE OF CRAP, because SERIOUSLY, there were six coats, about eight hundred pairs of shoes (I know women who own fewer shoes than this asshole), like three boxes of books, his fucking guitar amp, and a small end table. ARE YOU KIDDING ME.  SR has a very different definition of "moving out" than I do, and he's really lucky that Billy didn't let me throw all his shit out into the alley.  Because I REALLY wanted to.

He was a filthy, filthy man, and when he left the room he left a residue of grime on the walls and an atmosphere of STINK.  A whole day of scrubbing with various cleaning products only got the worst of the grime off the walls, and I can still SMELL him under the Pine-Sol.  I sound like a fucking crazy person, but I really can't stress enough how thoroughly disgusted with this whole situation I am.

The crowning glory on this whole situation is that when I asked him for his share of the bill money for September and October, months he definitely lived here, he blew me off with a "fuckin' bitch" comment.  EXCUSE ME.  I KNOW YOU ARE PISSED BECAUSE YOU GOT EVICTED, BUT GROW THE HELL UP.  


Sep. 15th, 2009 09:52 am
magicalmartha: (Hitting myself in the head)
 I am so phenomenally frustrated with one particular person that I needed to take two minutes of my day to tell you about it.

1. I am a professional, and I have been nothing but sympathetic to your problem.  Please stop treating me like a soulless corporate drone.

2. Your paycheck is being taxed by New Jersey because it is a PAYCHECK you EARNED when you WORKED IN NEW JERSEY.  I understand that tax laws may be a new and scary thing to you, but this is simply how the world works.

3. The more you yell at me to fix your check amount, the less sympathetic I become and the more likely I am to transfer you to the partner in the office who is the least likely to take your bullshit.

4. Yes, you are the person who started the class action.  No, this does not entitle you to special treatment.

I need a better angry icon.
magicalmartha: (I reject your captaincy)
I solved the apartment crisis.  Rachel and I had a very rational conversation about the realities involved, although wisely I did not mention how much was due to miscommunication rather than my failure to fully understand my situation.  ANYWAY.  She and Natasha are going to proceed looking for a two bedroom place that fits their needs, and I am going to hold down my own fort until I'm in a better place to move out and see who needs a roommate at that time.  Once we realized that we were both afraid the other was going to be mortally offended by the situation, but neither of us actually was, it was all fine.  I think it's the best thing for everyone involved plus I don't want to live with Natasha.

In other news, I went to the cross-town Sox vs. Cubs game at the Sox field today, and it was a good game.  It was fun to watch, both teams had hilarious failboat moments and both teams had excellent plays.  But I was reminded of the one thing that continuously sticks in my craw whenever I go to sporting events:

The fans are mean.

I don't mean this as a general statement, but I absolutely hate it when the game becomes not just about supporting your team of choice but bringing down the other.  I think it is ludicrous that people get SO worked up and SO mean spirited about something that is, at the end of the day, a GAME.  Baseball will not save the world.  Baseball will not accomplish life-changing things.  But it is entertaining to watch and rooting for your team provides a nice avenue of feeling like you're part of something.  I think it's awful when fans abuse that in other fans, feeling entitled about who they support simply because it is Team A as opposed to Team B.  It really DOES NOT MATTER who ANYONE roots for.  And it makes me sad when people practically get into fistfights over something so cosmically unimportant.

This applies absolutely to the extremist fans of sportsteams I support myself.  I am going to go get a custom jersey made, that will be black with red white and blue lettering, and declare myself to be a Whibbies fan, a fan of Chicago baseball.  I will attend games for both teams and cheer equally hard, and when the cross-town games happen I will rest easy in the knowledge that whoever wins will make me happy, as long as I enjoy watching the game.  Because in the end, that's really the important thing.

magicalmartha: (Elegent Indian jewelry)
I went to see two apartments yesterday with my supposed future roommates, and I learned two very valuable things: 

1. My budget concerns are Not The Same as theirs, and

2. They are both ready to move yesterday.

I'm frustrated, because I definitely talked to Rachel and made absolutely clear that the job I will be starting pays $8.25 an hour, and that my price range for rent was going to be between $300 and $400 a month.  One of the places we saw yesterday was $1900 and the other was $1800, neither of which included utilities - apparently Rachel never communicated my financial concerns to the third girl who's involved in all of this (a friend of Rachel's from work who I have met all of twice), and Natasha was looking for places starting at $1500 and moving way up from there.  When I mentioned my concerns Natasha got snippy, throwing out a "Wll, I didn't know we had such tight money restraints" etc.  Which pissed me off, because it's a valuable concern and even though I had thought Rachel and I were agreed on our price range, she obviously didn't tell Natasha.

The second concern I have is that I am simply not ready to move.  I've been home for just over a month, and the idea of rushing out of my parents' home is extremely stressful to me.  I don't intend to live here forever, but the timeline Rachel and I had discussed implied to me that we wouldn't actually be moving until sometime in the fall.  By then I would be ready - I'd have a bit of money saved up, I'd be acclimated to being in town, and so forth.  And now they're both ready to fork over the deposit for this place, and move in like next week, and I simply cannot do that.

I'm angry and a little hurt by the fact that I thought Rachel and I were on the same page, and we're obviously not.  The fact that I talked to her about my constraints and concerns, and the fact that they are being ignored, makes me feel like I'm a tagalong on this whole venture and that it's really about what THEY want (which is a little insulting because I was the one who first brought up the idea of living together with just Rachel, and Natasha is a last-minute addition). 

I'm not looking forward to the conversation I have to have with them today, because they were SO in love with the place we looked at.  But on top of the money and timeframe, it would land me with an hour commute to work, there aren't any grocery stores in the area and none of us has a car, and they don't allow pets, I have solid reasons why this is a bad choice for me.  I dropped the ball a bit when I didn't communicate this to them yesterday, but frankly I didn't want Natasha up in my face again after her shit-fit about my salary.  I'm going to tell Rachel that we're in vastly different places and that I think it would be better if the two of them looked for something to suit their needs, and I'll sit tight until October or November when I can do this without causing massive emotional and financial trouble for myself.  Which I think is frankly more than fair.
magicalmartha: (OM NOM NOM)
I was going to post a big long thing here about a horrifying nightmare I had last night, and a mini-rant about how some of the rules animal shelters have set up are ridiculous, but then DW totally ate my entire post.  So, to sum up:

1. Had a nightmare last night of trying to save Dan (my friend who's been causing all the drama) from a shark attack, not being able to, and finding him drowned and dead.  Have determined that this means my brains want me to talk to him, even though I don't think it's in my best interest.  It's apparently causing me anxiety, so I have to try and do SOMETHING about it.

2. Went downtown today with my friend Ed and his Bitchface Girlfriend (for anyone who heard this story, that's the girl who accused me of being a homewrecker last summer.  Today we apparently decided we were going to ignore that incident).  It was fun except for Bitchface, who has an annoying tendency to try and lecture me about things I already know about (yes, I DO know that it is best to buy surgical steel body jewelry, CAN YOU COUNT THE PIERCINGS IN MY HEAD, WOMAN).  We stopped at the Chicago Humane Society, who told me I couldn't adopt a particular dog (this dog, to be precise) because she was considered "high risk," and I'd never owned a dog by myself before.  Never mind that I have EXTENSIVE experience with rescue dogs, or that I worked in a bording center for three years with dogs ranging from mild to monster, or that I currently share space with a 50 pound hound that's a bundle of neuroses.  Also never mind the fact that the rules don't appear to apply once you get to the interview phase of adopting, since they call references and quiz you deeply about your background.  They wouldn't even let me PLAY with this dog.  I was kinda peeved.

3. Had a lovely evening in with my boyfriend, in which we ate tasty pastas, watched Rome, and I got some painting done.  I'll tell you about the hobby stuffs later, when I'm not so desperate for sleeeeeeps.

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