I slept so bad last night that during the 33 seconds I was actually asleep I dreamt TBU didn’t want to have sex with me. Also, that I was at some sort of cheerleading convention/high school reunion. TBU wasn’t ready for bed and I have this thing where I hate going to bed by myself, basically I’m a child. So I stayed up way late watching True Life: I have Tourette’s, which was the most interesting True Life I’ve yet to see. I guess that’s not saying a whole lot though. Waking up was like coming to after a major surgery. Painful and unsatisfying.

When I started my job in May, I was told to make sure I got a planner because a planner is essential and you will need to keep your schedule straight, so make sure to get a planner asap. So I did. The only problem was that it was May and all the planners and calendars left were for 2008, which doesn’t make sense either. I can see that 2007 is half over and you don’t want to produce and distribute obsolete product, but 2008 is too far away to be buying planners for. At least in my opinion. After three stores I wound up buying a $50 planner/calendar/address book thingy. It was the cheapest one available that 1) allowed me to fill in the dates myself and 2) had room for me to write my schedule in. Which is what the whole point was. I turn in my reimbursement form and get all kinds of guff for the $50 planner. I agree it’s expensive and I would never pay for it if I was just getting a planner for shits and giggles but you said the planner was essential and told me to get one asap. And that’s what I did. You didn’t give me any rules or warn me that it didn’t necessarily have to be functional as long as it was under a certain price. You gotta warn people of this shit, otherwise they’re just gonna get something that can do the job. So then I got this email today entitled “your expenses:”

Regarding your planner, whenever you make a purchase, please ask me or Jake ahead of time how much you can spend. Typically we approve no more then $20 for a calendar/planner. Do you still need the binder I gave you?

Uh, yeah I still need the binder you gave me, it’s completely different. If they were the same thing we wouldn’t be having this conversation. I hate this stuff. <bleh>

I have to go to bed. I am just dillydallying.

The Millionizer lied about it not having meat

I start my new job at 9am. Although I think starting is relative. I assume what’s going to happen is they are going to give me a rundown of personnel shit and then send me on my way. That’s best case senario. Worst case is that I have to do the job I was hired for.

I am up early with extra time to post because I couldn’t sleep last night. I’m also used to getting up at 7am for my last job with Student. That’ll change.

Why couldn’t I sleep? Well that’s a good question.

1) I always get wired and spastic over change

2) TBU freaked me out by saying I probably won’t actually start my job until my fingerprints come back and I haven’t even gotten them done yet. But if that is indeed the case why didn’t they tell me to go get fingerprinted 2 weeks ago? I am getting ahead of myself here.

3) I’m pretty sure I’ve decided to go back to school to get my master’s in nursing at San Jose state. That is if they’ll have me.

4) I kept perseverating our red night light in the bathroom. It’s an LED that changes colors but I keep it on red because when I go in there in the middle of the night, red is the only color that doesn’t make my brain think it’s morning time and prevent me from falling back asleep. I know there’s some sort of color spectrum/rods and cones reason for this but I was proud for having figured it out on my own. Like I’m a rogue lifehacker or something. Also I think it looks like a bathroom in a whore house. Assuming whore house bathrooms have red lights. And if they do, what’s that all about? It’s certainly not for the same reason as me.

Ok, time to do makeup in the hue of daytime professionalism.

I did it all by myself! Friday night I just got so tired of that stupid blue thing around my header. In a very informercial kind of manner I was like, There HAS to be a better way. I went to the WordPress theme database thingy, picked one that looked kinda like my old one and went to town. Did you know that the default theme is just a pain in the ass for no apparent reason? I got my new theme and when I told it to do something it was all, OK. Just like that, no whining or implosion of the internets. It’s been amazing! And you know what else I did because I am a big girl and have lots of courage? I was feeling high from my theme success and I thought I could handle the new upgrade. Even though I promised myself I would never upgrade again, I did it. And it worked! I didn’t have to cry or email anyone frantically. And what makes it even better is that I did it all by myself. I feel like WordPress and I have had a break through in therapy. We can finally stand being around each other. He knows I’ll be gone for days at a time, even weeks, without explanation. I know he can be tempermental. But we’re working through that.

I’ve always loved themillionizer.com but there were always things that were complete mysteries and frustrated the shit out of me. But now I feel like, if there’s a problem, yo I’ll solve it. Interestingly enough, Friday night was also the night TBU and I went to Trader Joe’s and I was in such a magical place I thought (mostly) everyone was beautiful. My head was full of spring blooms and compliments for the public at large. That’s a RARE occurence, let me tell you. Something inexplicable was in the air because we got home and WordPress and I just started meshing.

Oh and the killer whale up there. The file is saved as ‘fruit of my labor.’ That’s because I spent a whole day at work wasting time and coloring to my exact specifications. I had the kids running around sharpening the colored pencils. When I got home I put it up on the fridge. Then I thought I might like it for my new header. And I do. Thursday was my last day at that job and I’m a little sad because I know I won’t have the opportunity to do nothing and get paid for it anymore. More on that later.

The Millionizer suspends belief daily

[tags]Wordpress, Getz 2.2, pretty orca whales, I slept with WordPress and now we’re friends, thinly veiled references to Vanilla Ice[/tags]