oh, drat...

I'm taking a couple courses at City to get back into student mode and see if I can hack it before I consider applying to grad school. It's only been three weeks and I'm already behind in one class. I completely missed a class exercise deadline because I thought the work wasn't due until next Monday. Oh, well. Only 8 points lost out of 500 to earn.

Where's my priorities? I need to re-organize my social calendar and stop going out so often.. :(

what was that about?

While riding Bart this morning on my way to work, the train exits the underground tunnel between Balboa and Glen Park and travels along side the 280 freeway. I was standing, facing the freeway when I see this guy in the passenger seat of a pickup truck raise his hand and give us all the finger before speeding along ahead of the train.

I think I was the only one that noticed that guy giving us all the bird. Nice way to start my work day.

my first "reading"

I've always wanted my future read by a palm reader/fortune teller/prophet/whatever and last night I had my first "reading".

I was at Cafe du Nord to support my friend's band and met several of his friends there. Everyone was pleasant and friendly especially one particular woman. She seemed to know everyone in the group and talked a mile a minute; very high energy and in overdrive..all the time.

Without actually getting to know me or ask me specific questions other than "are you single?" I must have had my "humor me cause I'm a skeptic" game face on because she decided to give me my first reading regarding my future dating life.

She told me that dating is not a numbers game for me (true, only because I exhausted that option last year); that I'm very knowledgeable in a lot of subjects and have a lot of interests hence why I get along with a variety of different people (true); that the reason I get asked out a lot is that I always put myself out there (FALSE! I rarely get asked out despite going out often); that I need to find someone who's quirky (that's just another way of saying "odd, socially inept, and lives in a trailer park with pet rats"); and that I should just enjoy the journey and that person whoever it might be will eventually find me if I stop trying so hard. Did I look desperate?

After her explanation, I suddenly felt like the air was sucked out of my body. It was as though she told me that I'm in a non-categorized group and there's not a single soul out there that would be a decent match and I should look elsewhere like another planet or something but there is hope if I just wait. Oh, and she suggested I spend more time with my girlfriends. Huh? I didn't understand that comment.

I have a "sexy" job

According to a Careerbuilding.com writer on MSN, my job has more sex appeal than even I imagined..

From 10 Sexy Careers..

"....if power is sexy, then these men and women probably outrank everyone. Whether you're low on the totem pole or an executive, if you can't open your e-mail account or figure out why your monitor is flickering, you call IT. In many offices, IT workers have the most lax dress code of all the departments, so you can't help but envy them."

working in a freezer box

Wearing my scarf, coat and mittens, I am shivering in my office. It's like working in the freezer of a grocery store. The building AC didn't work yesterday and everyone was cold. Today, building maintenance turned the AC on and it's warm and toasty everywhere else except in the IT room, where cool air is spewing out of the vents. It's as though the AC is taking all the cold air from every floor and every suite and blowing it right into our room.

My coworkers and I complained all morning and maintenance arrived for the fourth time to turn our thermastat to 85. I'm just starting to thaw now.

Happy 2009!