Apparently, this is for real-sies

I am swamped. I have significantly underestimated the increased work load that I have taken on when I took this second job. I don’t really know what I was expecting, but it’s fucking hard! (That’s what she said.) After staying in the office until 6pm last night, I proceeded to go home and work for two more hours on an interview that still isn’t right. I didn’t expect it to be easy, I’m actually glad it isn’t. I’m not even complaining, but rather for the first time acknowledging that I’ve taken on a lot more responsibility than I really thought I was going to have. I must say, aside from the splitting headache, the carpal tunnel that I can feel creeping up my arm, and the make-up smears on my face from exasperatingly burying my head in my hands numerous times today, I’m happy. It feels good to be doing what I want to do, and I have a renewed sense of self-worth too. Now, I can officially say that I’m doing something here, in Los Angeles. For awhile I felt like I was basically just treading water and not moving forward. Granted, it’s barely been a year, so maybe I was being a bit hard on myself, but I’m the type of person that always needs to see progress. And if there’s no progress, I get antsy.

I’m thinking

The worst part about today is that I actually have work to do. Coincidentally, that is also the best part about my work day today.

A few letters

Dear Blogosphere,

I would like to apologize for my absence as of late. Believe me when I say that my lack of posting, commenting and whoring up the Internet been not the fault of myself, but rather the result of many unfortunate instances where I have been shit upon countlessly by things like lions. And tigers. And bears. Oh my…I’m lying. Sorry, Internet. I thought we were at a point in our relationship where I could joke with you. No? Not yet? Fine. I’m sorry. Do you still love me? What really sucked donkey balls and kept me away from you all was the death of our computer server in my office. Our server went down Friday afternoon, no doubt from all the work I was doing on the computer. Monday morning it still was not working, which not only meant that the blessed Internet was unavailable, but so too were all the companies documents, projects, financial information and souls. No work was done the entire day, not only by me, but by the entire staff. Why we were not sent home I do not know. What I DO know, is that I read 20 pages of Pride and Prejudice, began a guest list for my not-yet-planned-engagement/wedding and took a nap for an hour and a half on my desk. I could have been blogging about all of those things, had the Internet been running. Therefore, it is with extreme confidence that I blame this office mishap for my lack of blogging.

I want to thank all of my real-life-friends, my blog friends, new blog readers, commentors and sneaky little bastard lurkers (who read this blog on a daily basis but decline to comment,) for staying with me during this 3 day stretch of non-blogging. Because of you all I can apparently not blog for 3 days and somehow still maintain my daily average of blog hits AND draw in new readers. I am a glad, thankful Panda. It is either because of your dedication, fascination with whatever retarded thing I will do next, or your severe boredom that keeps you coming back for more Hautepocket(.wordpress).com. But whatever IT is, IT has pushed us over the 10,000 mark. I am only sad that I was not around to freakishly monitor the progress.

Because I love her

Dear Internet,

This is Kar’s computer. I am very sick and have sort of taken on a mind of my own lately. It turns out that porn is a very time consuming, dangerous STD infested thing and is ruining my life. I feel terrible that Porn has affected my owner in such a negative way. She is quite distraught and just recently yelled at me because she ”can’t talk to her friends who live inside her computer right now….” Or something like that. I can’t really understand her when she yells. She becomes a bit crazy and incoherent.

I guess I’m just writing to you, Internet, to let you know that she is alive. I wish we could go back to how things were. I miss her. She’s so pretty.

Love,

Computer

I’m thinking

I want Panda. Panda Express, the greasy “Chinese” food. Not panda in the bear form. Although, a baby one would make a freaking cool birthday present.

Did you know?

Apparently an average of 2 people attempt suicide daily by jumping from the Golden Gate Bridge. Isn’t that an obscenely large amount? I have no idea if this number is accurate, but the person who told me this was adamant about being 100% correct. I find this totally mind boggling. Thats a lot of people…I’m doing some research to determine if this is actually true.

I had a dream…

…that a person that I went to high school with (whom everyone insisted was my ‘twin’ sister) got really super fat. Huge fat. Like 800 pounds fat. I wonder what this says about my subconscious?

Don’t miss the memo

It has been confirmed that I will be going for drinks with Editor and current Assistant Editor this evening, following work. I am wearing the cute new dress. It’s going down.

Incidentally, Editor just informed me that I look like a girl scout in the cute dress. It’s khaki colored. Girl scout uniforms are not khaki, I don’t believe, but Eagle Scout uniforms are. Whatever. Why do I always have to look like something in my dresses? Dunkin Donut girl, girl scout? Why can’t I just look like a lady wearing a dress?!

Can you tell I’m stressed? Because I’m blogging an unnecessary amount? And bitching about everything?

God wants me to drink

And in considerable amounts. Internet, in a previous entry (which was posted mere moments before what I am about to explain to you) I told you about my glorious evening plans of eating a dinner entirely of cheese products and using my computer to watch a movie on my beloved sofa. By myself. To say that I was looking forward to it would be a gross understatement.

My plans were immediately thwarted, however, when Roommate came home from work early. Nearly three hours early. Fine. I decided to still sit on my couch, eat cheese products and watch my movie, but with headphones so not as to disturb Roommate who was sitting in my recliner, drinking my soda and watching baseball on my TV. That’s fine. I like baseball. Whatever.

What I do not like, however, is what happened seconds later.

Thank you

Dear Mr. Black Mercedes Benz with the tricked out rims,

Thank you for so kindly choosing not to barrel into me at the intersection this morning while going at least 40 mph in a 30 mph zone.  I really appreciate that you took care to swerve and avoid killing me while subsequently yelling obscenities from your driver’s side tinted windows, while I clearly had the right of way. In terms of traffic lights “Red” means “Stop your motherfucking car before you kill someone you bitch ass motherfucker.”

Thank you,

Your favorite “worthless pedestrian”

P.S.  Your car is hotter than you are.