Runway all the way.

I just spent the entire day doing research on BattleStar Galactica. If I hear the word Cylon or Viper I will freak.

Thank god for Project Runway. Second episode kicked asss. Angela you are lucky they didn't kick you off the show. It was sooo obvious you were trying to have Kayne give you good coattail. But honey, every straight woman knows gay man only give coattail to other gay men.

It soooo obvious why Angela was looking for a sugar designer. Did you see what the biatch wore? She had these awful tight green pants that were two different shades of green. The darker shade was around her crouthc. It look liked she had a serious case of crack sweat. Or maybe she did.

Listen Anglea. Your job is to shut your mouth and know your role. If that means standing by Vincent and doing nothing then that's your job.

You are sooo lucky that Malan "aufed" and you didn't. If you better shape up girl or you are soo going down.

Tired

I am awaiting for the data to be backed up on my boss's computer. My boss is completely paranoid about viruses and crap. Apparently he had some bad experiences during his dot com days.

This was Trainer's job and now it is mine.

The only thing I have to look forward tonight is watching Project Runway on the Tivo. My weekend is built on improvosation so whatever happens happens.

Dear God. Please let this lead to something bigger and better.

Back up done. I am out of here.

Stoli now

At around 11 am today air conditoning in the office went down. Within a hour the boss told everyone to take off and work from home. There was no way anything was going to get done. But did moi get to leave?

No. The trainer saw this as an opporuntity for me to learn how to deal with facilities. He told me that one of the responsibilities of the coordinator is put out fires. Then he toldme to stay hydrated just as left me alone in the sweltering office.

So for three hours I boiled in my own sweat while trying to locate the facilties manager. I took some breaks to step outside to try and cool off but that was not happening. When I did get the facilities manager he told me that they were working on it and everything would be up and ready by tomorrow.

So far my days have been filled with editing reports about comic books, arranging travel for comic book conventions. And if I hear another person raving about how Brandon Routh is an amazing Superman I will slam my head into a wall.

I miss fashion. I miss talking about shoes. I miss talking about being a girly girl.

Project Runway: Apartment Wardrobe

PROJECT RUNWAY! YES!
Stacey deserved to get whacked. She didn't even know how to operate a sewing machine. High on concept but on a snail's level when it comes to execution. Jeffrey dodged a bullet. That shredded dress with the back short and front long, it was very unflattering. I thought Heidi was going stuff it down his throat. As for Vincent, he must have been hopped up on something because that hat was beyond fugly.

I liked the idea of how they had to cannabilize their own apartments for materials. It was so funny when they came back and their places were still f**ked up.

Keith won and stuck to his own vision. I thought the dress was darling so suck it Tim. This is Project Runway! Not Parsons where you can push around your fashion slaves around. It just goes to show the experts don't know everything.

Thank God for Project Runway. It is my escape from the commic book geek hell that I am in now. The last thing I want to do right now is to blog about it.

First Day of work

Today I arrived at 9 am at the office to find it pretty much empty. My boss was quite apologetic. He thought the guy who was supposed to train was still recovering from last night. In fact it would only us in the office since the rest of the staff drove all night from Baltimore because of car trouble.

"What were they doing?" I asked

My boss sipped his coffee.

"They were at shore leave."

"Shore leave? Is that Navy thing?"

My boss's face lit up witha light smirl.

"Shore Leave is a sci fi convention that takes place in Baltimore every year. It is primarily focused on Star Trek, hence the term Shore Leave."

He probably saw my the weird look on my face and stopped.

"You'll figure it out. Here."

He went over to a desk and turned on a computer for me and showed me the site.

The moment I started to look at the site I just wanted to walk out of the office. I mean I didn't understand half the stuff that was on the site. I mean what the hell is Farscape? And who are these people?

I know I could have just quit right. Tell the whole world to f**k off. I got screwed over already from ym last job. I don't owe anyone anything. And none of those people are going to miss me anyway.

But I stay. I don't quit. I stick around. Why. Because I have to.

Lunch hour rolled around and the boss told me that I could take my time but just be back at 3pm. Which was fine because I needed to get out of the office.

I ended up walking around the city and found myself at B Republic at Grand Central. They were in their close out sale so I snagged these really cute cotton shirts that had their prices slashed.

I got back at around 2:45 and the boss had me sitdown for a conference call. The guy on the other line was supposed to train me. Trainer was really cool and apologized for today and that he appreciated that I showed up. He told me that he would be in tomorrow and that we could start then.

So here I am now stuffing my face with Trader Joe's papa dums. I am really not looking forward to tomorrow because I will be actually doing work.

Are you in or are you out?

I'm in.