JAN 06 ARCHIVES

7:00 PM 1/18/2006
the revamp that i've been promising since 2002 is finally up - and i didn't have to do a single thing, except exchange my tax advice for keri's webpage services. as such, all compliments about the site (other than the actual content) should be forwarded directly to the graphic artist extraordinaire. hopefully i'll get around to updating the links later. speaking of keri, i was giving her lots of sh*t last week for forgetting to pay her car registration... and then i came home last night and opened up a stack of my bills and realized that my own renewal was due three months ago - oops. i've now been slapped with an additional penalty of $94. IDIOT. that money could have been used to buy me a tenth of a bag or half a shoe.

so i spent all of today at honda finance corp attempting to reconcile their leasing deferred tax liabilities. it was 10 straight hours of utter confusion. fortunately, they haven't caught onto the fact that i'm a complete idiot (yet), which gives me the next 2 months to read up on everything that's been written on the subject and get smarter, FAST. i think i'm coming close to burning out - i've been cranky and stressed out since my birthday, which makes social interaction at work quite tedious. i went to pick up lunch at CPK yesterday and got approached by this moderately cute soccer player from some latin american country (he was in his uniform, that's how i figured it out) - he stopped me, pointed to my bag and said, "excuse me, can i join you for lunch?" about ten different witty replies flashed through my head before i opened my mouth and settled on, "um.....no." my coworker yumi was like, "what is wrong with you!? usually you're so friendly." yeah, not when i'm running on minimal sleep - that's when i morph from pleasant connie to get-outta-the-way-before-i-eat-you-for-breakfast-connie. (the latter is of great amusement to anybody who witnesses my rampages from the sidelines but hugely scary to the poor fools who happen to wander into my path of terror).

anyhow... i'll be at Indymac in Pasadena all day tomorrow to review their tax provision, and then hopefully i'll get off in time to make my 6:30 reseravations at boa steakhouse in west hollywood - not really looking forward to fighting traffic all the way there, but it's been a while since I've had good steak (omaha, i kinda miss you).

while i'm on the subject of omaha, it's almost been an entire month since i've had to fly somewhere for work...and while it's fabulous not having to go through security at LAX every week, I now find myself itching to get outta LA for at least a couple days just to clear my head. i really, really need a vacation. i know i've been saying that since august, but i seriously mean it now. maybe i'll go somewhere in late april after busy season. okay, later.

7:45 PM 1/22/2006
look at this frequent updating...there's hope for me yet. anyways, i was running late to a meeting with Indymac on thursday morning when i got rear-ended by a korean mom in a minivan. my bumper is now dented and scratched in several places. got held up in a meeting in the late afternoon and had to scrap my dinner plans at boa steakhouse. another cancellation...great, i've reached my quota for the year and it's not even february yet. oh, it's not like i was that excited about eating a $90 steak and washing it down with a nice cabernet, anyways...

so me and keri have decided to finally pay up on our lost bet, which if you don't recall, involves us making up a routine and dancing in front of everybody at the torrance bally total fitness. fortunately for us, keri's coworker is a fabulous dancer and is in the process of choreographing something so we don't look like idiots. unfortunately for us, she picked "dont cha" by the pussycat dolls as the song we're dancing to. now i know everybody out there loves that song - don't act like you don't belt it out in the privacy of your car on your commute to work (i know i do). but there's a difference between shaking your ass to "dont cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?" at a club vs at the gym, with twenty strangers on the treadmills staring at you. i'm desperately praying that lynn forgets to bring the camcorder. in any case, since we always come through on our bets, we're gonna dance and we're gonna be freakin' good because i'll be damned if i'm don't do those lyrics justice. if i don't leave the gym with at least five phone numbers, that means something went seriously wrong.

in light of valentine's day (three weeks to go!), i've decided to upload pictures of fabulous arrangements courtesy of empty vase for all the clueless men out there who don't know what the heck to send their girlfriends. fellas, you can thank me later. by sending me big bouquets of flowers as a token of your appreciation. haha.