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DAILY UPDATE SEPTEMBER '08 ARCHIVES        so....today was a pretty boring day. i mean, aside from the whole getting sideswiped by a 4 runner and pushed under the back bumper of the truck in front of me part, that is. i guess i should thank the 18 year old space cadet who decided to accelerate into my lane while um, i was still in the way. i should also give a shout out to the CHP officer who asked me, in all seriousness, "so why did you rear end the guy in front of you?" gee officer, i don't know. because i thought it might be fun to throw another car in the mix? anyway, i went to work afterwards because hello, it's busy season and work doesn't stop for a stupid little fender bender. argh. while i'm too tired to be really pissed, i think about my jacked up car and start to get annoyed all over again. fortunately, i'm totally cool with driving another mazda 5 for the next two months. i won't miss my coupe with the premium and sports packages AT ALL. 11:30 PM 9/9/2008 EY is the #1 place to launch a career, according to businessweek - read the synopsis here. well it's about damn time we beat out deloitte and pwc. just in case you're looking for extra proof about how awesome it is to be a tax accountant at EY during busy season, here is an encouraging announcement sent out by one of my coworkers via sametime last week:  1. uh, the accident and the $10K worth of damage it caused to my bmw. 2. the car is gonna be in the shop for an entire month. 3. i have to drive a hyundai sonata in the meantime. 4. it sucks. 5. i was chewing gum friday night on my way home from work and a piece of my molar literally fell off. 6. my dentist x-rayed me saturday morning and thinks i chipped it during the accident. 7. i also have three cavities that need to get filled. AUGH! 8. my blackberry got exposed to condensation early saturday morning and stopped working for three hours. 9. the shift key is still broken, which means everything i type is in lowercase and looks stupid. 10. oh yeah. i still have a mountain of work to get done and i am going into full blown godzilla mode. on the bright side, i ran seven miles saturday morning. it was surprisingly not bad. i also ate three donuts in a span of 8 hours. how disgusting is that?! my coworker ryan dragged me to the bodyworlds 3 exhibit late sunday night near usc and i felt really, really guilty when we came across the cross section of the obese man. stupid donuts. now i am home still working and ready to tear my eyeballs out from sheer stress. some random old guy told me i had "a lovely smile" during lunch yesterday and i was seriously tempted to grab him by the shoulders and scream, "BUT I'M MISSING A QUARTER OF A MOLAR!!!! AUGHHHHHHH! WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY SMILE NOW, HUH!?!?!?!" like i said, full blown godzilla mode. i am totally gonna sleep 40 hours straight starting 9/16 next week. later, kids. 11:01 PM 9/14/2008 T minus 1 hour. ahhhhhh. it's been one hell of a week. my body has been doing some very bad things from the constant stress and lack of sleep. for instance, on thursday i came to the horrible realization that i have herpes. no, not THOSE kinds of herpes, sickos, i'm talking about the one that gives you cold sores when your immune system is compromised. as such, i have been frantically popping all kinds of pills left and right and religiously applying abreva everywhere so i don't have to show up to my meeting at honda on tuesday morning looking like a complete mutant. i debated about not broadcasting it to the world at first because let's face it, herpes is freaking gross and nobody wants to see or hear about that sh*t. but then i made the mistake of telling lynn and now half of torrance knows so there's really no point in being shy about it. keri called me earlier today and the first thing out of her mouth after i picked up and said hello was, "so....i heard you have herpes. hahaha." i know in the grand scheme of things, this is really inconsequential, but jeez, give me a break. my car is a crushed mess and i'm missing half a molar, for heaven's sake. now i have a cold sore that makeup can only cleverly hide for so long. WOE. IS. ME. anyway, today was a fantastic exercise in self pity. i promise to attempt to snap out of it sometime next week, when i'm no longer dreaming about honda on very little sleep. update more later (unless i get sent to jail for continuing to rampage around downtown LA like the super godzilla that i have now morphed into). RAWR.  this is me! @#$&!&@* busy season. i almost had a honda-induced meltdown on friday afternoon - my cheeks turned bright pink and i had to excuse myself to go to the restroom to calm down in order to avoid spewing out an entire year's worth of profanity to anybody within earshot of conference room R712. i'm still pretty fired up about it so it's probably a good idea to talk about something else if i want to avoid going into cardiac arrest again. arghhh. i really should have gone into something a little more relaxing. like pillow testing! haha. anyway, i woke up at 5:30 yesterday morning to run nine miles. OMG. usually i hate typing "omg" because it looks so lame, but OMG. THE PAIN. everything was fine and dandy for the first couple of miles. then we ran up temescal canyon. at the very bottom of the hill, i was like, "no way. we are NOT running up this thing. no no no no no no!" unfortunately, nobody listened to me. after a solid two minutes of huffing and puffing up the ginormous mountain, i was contemplating throwing myself in front of a car to end the misery. the hill just kept going and going and going and going. people started dropping off left and right but i knew lynn would kick my ass if i started walking so i continued to run (if you could call it that). when i stared upwards and couldn't even see the top of the mountain, the mental cursing began: "stupid lynn. how did i let her talk me into running? i could be sleeping right now. i mean, wtf? and does our mentor have to run so fast!? i didn't sign up for this sh*t. this feels like freaking mount everest. god, my legs are burning. look, people all around me are walking. why can't i walk too? how come lynn isn't hyperventilating? aughhhh. ok, just focus, left right left right left right...wait, how come i'm sprinting but the walkers are beating me? OMG. we're not even halfway up yet. KILL. ME. NOW." when i eventually made it to the top, i literally felt like rocky on the museum steps. only i was too tired to raise my arms. we still had like five miles to run after that - have you ever wanted to cry but not have the energy to? i was totally there. we finally finished up everything (after TWO MORE HILLS!) in less than two hours and i was so tired i couldn't even stretch properly. hence the reason i am limping around like a crippled loser today. everything from the hips down hurts. don't ask me how i'm gonna wear heels to work tomorrow. after the run i moved onto an even funner experience (yes, funner is a word, look it up): THE DENTIST. i had a cavity filled and my chipped molar repaired. the dentist asked me if i wanted a shot to numb the area - i stared at him like he was an idiot and said, "um, YEAH." ok, can i just say that anesthesia is an absolute godsend? i can't believe i've been missing out all this time. forget about being hardcore from now on - i'm gonna ask for drugs everytime i go. routine cleaning? bring on the drugs. x-raying? bring on the drugs. stopping by the office to make an appointment for next month? BRING IT!!!!!! the only downside of getting numbed is the aftermath. i tried to put on lipgloss and ended up smearing it over my teeth and half my chin. it was so weird. jack the jerk tried to convince me that drinking water would make the numbness go away faster and i almost listened to him until i realized he was just trying to get me to drool all over myself. ha-ha-ha, i'm stupid, but not that stupid. but anyway, all in all, it wasn't such a bad experience, except for still having to put up with the sound of the drill. mental note: next time bring the ipod and crank up 2pac. ok, it's 1:30 and i have another insane week ahead of me. i need to sleep. hope you have a great week, kids. later. 12:17 AM 9/29/2008 almost two weeks after 9/15 and still no signs of slowing down. MY LIFE IS AWESOME. i also somehow ended up on the expense reimbursement sh*t list for the billionth time. which totally sucks because if i'm gonna be slaving away for the firm, the very least it can do is give me my stupid $100 for the entire week's worth of CPK meals i ate. arghh. anyway, i'm gonna make this post short and sweet because it's almost midnight and then i have to be up in six-ish hours to start this crap all over again. i ran 10 miles this saturday morning. btw, know what's more painful than running 10 miles at six AM in the morning? the knowledge that you could have spent those two hours in bed all warm and snuggly, that's what. people who talk about the runner's high are on crack (literally). once this is all over with i am never running more than a mile again. first of all, it's a ridiculously expensive hobby/sport/form of masochism. my running shoes cost me a third of my jimmy choos and they are nowhere near as cute. then you tack on the price of the socks and the dorky water belt and all that goo crap you're supposed to eat plus the watch that jack bought and the total comes out to be a billion dollars. FOR JUST PUTTING ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. i just don't get it. but i must say, it's a slippery slope. last wednesday i caught myself thinking, "i'll just go for a short run tonight, maybe around 3 miles..." and i nearly dropped dead from the shock. people, this is a cult. run away as fast as you can. wait, don't run, that would make you one of them. WALK AWAY as fast as you can. in other news, me and keri went to barnes & noble to work earlier tonight and i heard somebody say, "hey connie!" as i was standing in line for the cash register. it was james, who apparently spotted me in all my grungy clothes and fat pants from upstairs. and even though it's been eons since we were together, it still sucks to run into somebody you used to date when you are looking not so good (james is probably reading this right now and laughing at me). but i guess it beats running into somebody you're still interested in. all right, it's time to sleep, no more half delirious rambling. i'll update more later when i'm more coherent. later. | |||||||
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