if you could read my mind...

I just heard a commercial on the radio for some psychic that ended with, "Remember, if your reading is not the best you've ever had, it's free!" I think that's a poor choice of words. Maybe, "if your reading is not the most accurate you've ever had." Because if the psychic told me that my entire family was going to die in a fiery car crash, it might be spot on, but I don't know that I'd call it the best.

drink up me hearties, yo ho!

The one remaining Somali pirate is being brought into court today. The news had video of him being escorted by police and made a big deal of how he had a huge smile on his face. What did they expect? He's a fucking pirate! Can you imagine a pirate walking to his doom with his head down? No, he has to look like a cocky badass right til the end. That smile actually made me respect him a little bit more. Especially since he didn't tamper with the Chinese sneakers.

it's my life

My grandmother is back in an assisted living facility/hospital sort of place. Not the one I visited and described some entries back, that made me want to kill myself. My mother says this place is actually nice. So I'm hoping she'll get better enough to leave and live on her own again eventually. I don't like to think she'll be spending the rest of her life in a place like that, although I guess it could certainly be worse. At least she'd be with people 24/7 who could take care of her and all. It's so depressing. I don't plan on getting old. I'm just going to eventually be older but never change the way I look or act or feel. Hope that's all right with everyone.

95.5 is SUCH a better station to listen to at work all day than 92.3 NOW. Seriously, I could not go another day hearing "Poker Face" seventeen times. That station was making me loathe songs I actually liked.

I got cookies from one of my bosses this morning for Adminsitrative Professionals Week. I really enjoy the fact that this "holiday" went from Secretaries Day to what it is now. I don't think very many other jobs have an entire week of celebration. I guess someone somewhere realized that if all the Administrative workers went on strike one day, the world would shut down. When some people get to a certain level of management, they shut down portions of their brain, never to be used again. You'd just have 10 million CEOs staring blankly at a copy machine for hours on end.

ma-a-a-a-a-a-ps

Sitting at my new desk. This is the beginning of the third week here, I believe, and it really hasn't been as bad as I anticipated. I kind of like being in the thick of things. I hear a lot more gossip and am able to more readily share my own. So I would say on the whole, this has been a positive move.

I had an okay holiday this weekend with my family. My grandmother was here from New Jersey. She was recently on this medication that gave her tremors and, because of this, her right arm was basically shaking the entire weekend. And not slightly, but to the point where her caretaker who drove her to our house made the joke that she should get a part-time job as a fluffer. Totally innappropriate but, because it was my family, hilarious. Anyway, between being depressed in general and all this shaking, her nerves are just totally shot and all she does is complain about everything. I know I should have some sympathy for her, because she is my grandmother and all, but after a while, I really couldn't take it. On the drive over, it would go something like this:

"It's cold in this car."
"I don't want to wear this seatbelt." (So take it off) "No, I can't, you'll get a ticket."
"Do we really have to sit in all this traffic?"
"Donna, you're talking too much."
"It's hot in this car."
"I can't sit here anymore."

It got to the point where I just consciously never want to complain about anything again, just to keep from sounding like that.

Also, it terrifies me that I will be a terrible mother, because I have absolutely no patience for things like that. I mean, I didn't yell at her or anything, but I really really wanted to.