On an unrelated note, I had a boy tell me he loves me today. It made for weirdness. It’s been a looooooooooooong time since any man who didn’t technically have to love me, you know because of DNA and stuff, tell me he loves me (Except for Marky, who tells me all the time). It was all innocent and such. Just a friendly thing, but still, it made for belly rumblings.
I am so sad.
Sad, sad, sad…
No one loves me and I can’t get a job I don’t hate. Ok, that’s melodramatic, but still. It’s the way it feels sometimes.
Or rather a girl that needs a plan…
I am unhappy. I want to fix this. Thus, I need a plan.
Should I go back to school? Perhaps more education would broaden my job prospects. Plus, I want those funky letters after my name. Kelly Houser, MA. It has flair.
Even my new and improved resume isn’t getting me very far.
::Bangs head against desk::
I have been having the wackiest problem with my PC. There are a couple blog sites that I go to that the skins just stopped showing up JUST FOR ME. So amidst having a few other PC issues, I decided to reformat today. Very briefly, the problem was fixed for all the sites I was having problems with. Now, Tre’s skins aren’t showing up again. WHY?????
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!
On a more serious note, I went out last night with a bunch of people. There was 9 of us and it was all people I work(ed) with and 1 spouse. My former boss and her husband, the former controller of the company, Tia, Jules, Matt, Bec, Kim, and me. We went to this awesome seafood restaurant that also had an awesome bar (as referenced in my earlier post.) 6 straight hours of the funniest and most wonderful people I have had the privilege of knowning. I laughed so hard and so much, my stomach is sore today. It was well worth it though and was much needed. I haven’t had such a good time in I couldn’t even tell you when. It felt so good to have fun and not be thinking about all the work bullshit, just having a good time with the people that mean the most to me.
If you have a Joe’s Crab Shack near you, I highly recommend you try to Etoufe or the Mahi Mahi with Coconut Schrimp (which is what I had). It was fabulous. The martinis were fabulous as well. They serve Grey Goose, so check it out if you have the chance.
I noted these last night while I was out.
1. You forget what you saying right in the middle of a sentence. Multiple times.
2. You can no longer bring said alcohol straight to your mouth. It must bounce off of a couple different places on your face before you actually find your mouth.
3. At some point in the evening your former boss’s husband is giving you a lap dance and you begin to spank his ass while he’s doing it. To which the former boss says “You go baby girl”.
Not that it was me who did those thing. Um, yeah. It was my “friend”. 
*This post is entirely my opinion. You don’t like it, go away. Things I am speaking of in this post are based on my own experiences. I am not in turn being intolerant, I am just attempting to understand.*
You know what I don’t get? Intolerance. I was watching the news (I am home sick today) and there was a report about a hate crime. It got me thinking. I really just don’t understand people who are intolerant of that which is different. My grandmother is a huge racist. I live in redneck land so I run into quite a bit of it. Why??? Why because of the color of someone’s skin does that immediately indicated that they are inferior or criminals or lazy, etc?? I just don’t get it!
Why are Christians so full of hate and so intolerant of other religions?? While I am mostly out of the broom closet, I do keep it hidden at work because just about all of the people I work with are deeply religious Christians. I fear for my job if they were to find out. But just recently here, a local man was beaten up by a gang of Christians because they found out he was Buddhist. Why??? First of all, aren’t Christians supposed to be all full of the love of Jesus? And aren’t they supposed to reflect that back to others? Yet, they are the single most hateful bunch of people I have ever seen and they are so quick to lash out in violence towards that which is different. Where’s all of that Christian love at when they are desecrating pagan altars at Ft. Hood or they are killing abortion doctors or just generally being judgmental asses on a regular basis? I used to be a Christian. I was raised that way. I know that there are alot of very good people who are Christians and I am not trying to make broad generalizations. This is just the behavior I have witnessed and don’t understand.
And who are these people that think they have the right to deny gays and lesbians their intrinsic, constitutional right to get married??? I am in full support of gays and lesbians getting married. More power to them. If they are lucky enough to find someone and be happy for a few moments in this life, who are we to stop them?? Why does it have to impact heterosexual marriages?? I don’t get the idea that if homosexuals are allowed to married it “lessens” what heterosexual marriage means? And I find this argument particularly stunning considering how many heterosexual marriages end in divorce. What “sanctity” is there in the now common place idea that if a marriage doesn’t work, well there’s always divorce.
I just don’t understand. This world has so many REAL problems (child abuse, poverty, rape, murder, etc.) but all of this time and effort is put into making those people who are different miserable and denying them inherit rights. So what if you don’t agree? You don’t have to agree! You also don’t have to make it your mission in life to deny women their right to a safe and legal abortion, or cause pagans all over to fear for their workplace and physical security because we have found a path that makes us happy, or cause two people who happen to be of the same sex not to be able to make a legal commitment to one another because some people are full of self righteous indignation.
I’ll hop off my soapbox now, I just don’t understand is all. I just don’t understand the human race and why we are so filled with hate. It’s a small miracle that we haven’t completely destroyed ourselves by now.
I got my ass reamed again today. Only I wasn’t the only one this time, but still. I am so fed up. I feel sick to my stomach everyday when I have to go in to work. I could be wrong, but I don’t think work is supposed to make one ill.
Like I said, I could be wrong…
I may have outed myself at work. Sorta. With all the craziness at work, I decided to go on the magickal offensive and do some protective magick. One of the things I did was to empower a silver pentagram I bought a while back, but never started wearing. I mojo-ed it up and have been wearing it to work everyday under my clothes. It popped out at work and one of the women saw it. She had this really pained look on her face and scurried off.
Oh well.
