Insane. Yup.

I have signed up for G.I.S.H.W.H.E.S.

I’ve heard the stories, seen the results and I’m STILL in.

I just hope I don’t wind up in jail while partaking in the festivities. *grin*

I fucking LOVE my job

We have this customer - a really, really, big one - whose accountant has called me several times. He called today and asked for “Tammy”, and our wonderful office manager blurts out “Don’t ever call her Tammy.”

Mind you, I am laughing hysterically over this as she transfers him to my office. I’m not a big fan of being called Tammy, but as I grow older, I’m a teeny tiny bit less resistant to it. (I may still punch you in the nose if you call me it, however.) In a business setting? Call me whatever the fuck you want as long as you pay your bills on time - which they do.

I’m still laughing when I pick up the phone. Blah blah blah - business speak - blah blah blah. Then he blurts out “You always laugh when I call you. How are you so happy all the time? You’re pretty strange.” I tell him I make sure I take my pink pills every morning, and if he’d like some, I can ask my shrink if they’d write a script for him.

He decides right then that his life goal is to piss me off. I dared him to try. I double dog dared him.

Then we’re talking about how I dislike being called Tammy and why. I tell him about the clueless sales rep I used to deal with who INSISTED my name was Pamela Wilson. How you get that out of my name I’m not quite sure, unless maybe you have a hearing problem.  The best part was he would email me at “firstname.lastname@companyname.com” and every time he got my name wrong in person, I would give him a new business card.

So I’m telling Mr. Flugenhyphen that (people never get his last name right, so I gave him a new one), and as we’re getting off the phone he says, “Have a great weekend, Pamela.”

If he thinks that’s going to piss me off, he’s going to be disappointed. It takes a lot more than that…

I am *so* ready to get committed!!!

We’ve moved on from the murder house, and on to Briarcliff. While I’m sad that the story of the Harmons is over - and really, where could it have gone? - I’m getting increasingly more excited for season two. While RM says that all the returning actors will be playing parts different from the roles they played in season one, Even Peters is still going to be tortured by Jessica Lange, and that, my friends, is totally worth the price of admission. While they didn’t share too many scenes in AHS:MH, that scene where she’s beating the crap out of him is just magical. His reaction to her is… yeah. (Although the Lange / Quinto smackdown is definitely my number one Lange scene. I think. There were too many good Constance scenes.)

So any way… I’m back to obsessing about the show. Sorry.

Other than obsessing over AHS, I’m outlining some Shenny fanfic for NaNoWriMo. That will be fun… Maybe. NaNoWriMo always kicks my ass, but I have the writing bug, so why not focus my energy there? I already have an account on FF.net, so why not write something and give back to the incredible community there?

There’s so much I want to write about… and not a whole lot I want to share right now. Oh well, that’s what Moleskines and Lamy Safari fountain pens are for.

Weirdness…

My three favorite songs today, in no particular order:

Til the end, he passed out on the
Sundeck that morning
Quietly saying goodbye
But I was so hammered I sputtered and stammered
Told him he couldn’t just die
He was a rock
Went straight for his own armegeddon
Face froze in a grin
Ambulance flying in, I never drank again
Can’t really call that a loss or a win
- The Drinking Song (Moxy Früvous)

——

Some people they are scared to croak but Jimmy drank until he choked
And he took the road for heaven in the morning
- Sally MacLennane (The Pogues)

——

I had too much to drink
I didn’t think
And I didn’t think of you
I guess that’s all I needed
To go it alone
- Half A World Away (R.E.M.)

Any one else sensing a theme here????

Stabby Tam is stabby

I vented on FB about those stupid breast cancer memes that have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with breast cancer and everything to do with being immature and stupid. (Post your shoe size and how long it takes to do your hair. PS - don’t tell the boys!)

I pissed off one person extremely badly… and I wish I gave two shits about their feelings. Telling me that you have a friend who died of breast cancer, yet engaging in this stupidity, seems contradictory to me. Wouldn’t you want to make sure your other friends do what they need to so that you possibly don’t lose any more friends to breast cancer?

Then, the final straw, and the one that made me delete the status before I went on a complete rampage was when I was told that “it’s just FB, chill out”. (I’m paraphrasing here, but it’s close to the actual quote.)

Apparently, getting upset over the endless stream of this bullshit in my news feed and getting inundated with messages to engage in this stupidity, means I’m taking FB too seriously. Um, no. I just want stuff with substance in my news feed.

I’m going to be changing up a lot of my security settings and probably defriending a lot of people over the weekend… if they thought they were pissed off over a status, I’m curious to see how they take a defriending.

I have a tumblr account if I want to see stupid internet memes ad nauseum. I don’t need to see that shit on FB.