So I have moved on to from my creepy experience to wonder if Dan has knees...I don't think so or surely he would bend them when he walked.
posted by Sadie at 3:43 PM

Ah yes, just when I was thinking I was going to have to get on here and beg for emails, forwards, links anything to kill this boooorreedom - creepiness walks in the door. And I'm not trying to make a racial profile here but what is it with Arabic men and me? Do I look docile or something?

So anyway, this doctor, Dr. Al Harthy, Dr. Al Creepy, walks in and before he says two words I'm having Bird Library flashbacks. The Captain, with his ambigious accent...asking where I live (god make it stop) giving me stuff (no nono) and then the final act of creepiness - giving me that candy filled container with the Lipitor sticker (oh not again please, I came so close to being lipitored..not again, no). So here I am having flashbacks when the new Dr. Al Creepy hands me a big sack, grins like a wolf (dramatic I know but so real!) and says "that's for being nice". Except he says nice like "naughty". I'm about to be sick. He stumbles through some other phrase while I desperately wish for my wedding rings. Precious Danny so unlike this creep. Then, after opening the bag and finding a teddy bear (from the gift shop, typical) I am forced to sit uncomftable at my desk while he reads some articles. And I can't move cause everytime I do he smiles at me. So I sat there good buddies who I love because you are not perverts with nothing to do but feel really really strange.

Why do these fellows think it's ok to give strange women gifts?? I'm working here!! I have to be here!! It's not like I can scream and run away...or even politely tell him to fuck off. And I don't think I should have to be in a position to tell somebody that they are making me uncomfortable because telling them that makes me feel even more uncomfortable! ARG - Integris should be handing out candy to people who pass the sexual harassment class and fuck customer service.
posted by Sadie at 1:56 PM

My major problem for today, besides that I have to stay until fucking five, is that I am left here in the open. My computer is shot. Which sucks. And now, now that I have even less to do than usually CH-eryl has decided that I have to be doing something.

Guess who's pissed about that? Me. I have shelved everything in sight and am now supposed to shelf read but you know what? I'm about to fake a severe attack of amnesia.

Thing said to me on the dear abby board: "You are just a typically fat angry woman and I'll make you shut up."

ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaa my favorite part is when he told me that he would make me shut up...ahahahahhahahahahahaha
posted by Sadie at 11:23 AM

"Study: Western Prisons Overloaded with Mentally Ill "

You're kidding. I don't believe it...people in prison? mentally ill?

I found this on the AP wire (ie: reading dear abby but having to switch over to a real headline when CH-eryl came prowling) and I want to know who did this study? WHO got paid to do this study??? In lighter news, apparently you can have your pets cloned. Picture of a cute kitten to follow. Actually, I only read the headlines so I guess I can't comment.
posted by Sadie at 11:20 AM

They have taken my precious computer away! Dan will pay.

It is so broken. The technicien couldn't even tell me what was wrong with it. She didn't even know when it would be back. Now I have to sit out here in the lobby. Naked. Everyone can see me. This is not condusive to my goal of complete invisibility.

On a lighter note..I got a fortune cookie! Inside, was some stupid Integris crap about keeping costumers happy. We're in a hospital were people are sick, broken, burned, and dying - good luck keeping them happy. I threw it away and ate my cookie. The thing about fortune cookies is that they are sweet without being too sweet, you know? Of course you do. And the best thing was - I got to miss 1/2 hour of hell to get the cookie.
posted by Sadie at 4:13 PM

Today I have seen three people with Christmas sweaters on.

Odd.


posted by Sadie at 4:09 PM

Well, not much has been happening these past few days. I took off half a day on Weds. to recover from Shelby's birthday (shelby is my charming sister who is 21, thank the lord.)

News..hmm. The Hello Lady has learned the words "Wedsday" and "Friday" as in
Her: Hello Lady.
Me: Hello. How was your weekend?
Her: Wednesday?
Now if she could just get vacuum.

Dan has totally fucked my computer. Fucked it straight in the hard drive. What a fucking fucking moron. I can't talk about this anymore...maybe I can. What the hell was he doing on my computer in the first place??? His computer is like two feet away? And if he wanted to do some Interlibrary loans, why didn't he do the ones I already printed out!!

CH-eryl has come to work today in a huge crushed velvet velour suit. It is maroon. Crushed. Velvet. Velour. I'm going to put my eyes out now.
posted by Sadie at 12:00 PM

Here's something I forgot to post yesterday. It's something Dan said to me:

"er um blhjei uh eh eipp reeecht morry erm em reference grlor hm um merk"

Um, um, erm eh uar What?
posted by Sadie at 1:05 PM

Annoying thing of today: Surprisingly, it's not Dan. Amazingly, it's not Dan. Nope, today's prize goes to the Wanderer. I call her this because it seems that her job is to wander around eating from people's candy jars. Not get candy and go the hell away. No, get candy and then stare at me and eat it. Ugh. Well, anyway, today she comes to get m and m's. I love our new container. It's hard to get the m and m's out and I enjoy watching people struggle. So this bitch comes in and tries to get some candy. She can't work it so she shakes it violently. Ha. Take that you caloric freak show. Then, she becomes irate. IRATE over candy? It's not like she's going into a diabetic coma. "You really need to get a new dispenser." She tells me. "I'll shove them in your eye sockets and we can take them from there." I tell her. In my mind. Out load I say, "Yup". Then she storms off. Anger over candy is not normal people.
posted by Sadie at 1:03 PM