<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:32:32.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an Ordinary Desk Job- Tales from Behind the Desk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-1703902244625541654</id><published>2009-08-31T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:21:53.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Ultrasound!</title><content type='html'>So, I never thought I would be getting an ultrasound at the age of 23, but today I did!  And no.. it wasn't a baby ultrasound, but one of my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having weird irregular heartbeats lately, and even though it's nothing too serious, it's definitely unusual and my doctor told me to get my little heart checked out!  So I went to see a cardiologist this morning and got some tests done.  They tested for the most serious conditions, all of which I passed with no signs of anything abnormal.  First, I got the ultrasound done, and got to lay on the bed and see my heart beating as I felt it beating!  It was really, really cool.  The technician said that I had a "beautiful heart"  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my ultrasound I sat down and talked with the doctor for a bit, then he decided he wanted to see what my heart looked like when the beat is elevated (since the problems I've been having have been mostly dealing with random increases in my heart rate, like it will start beating like I just ran a marathon for no reason!).  So, I got hooked up to a dozen electrodes, (which, mind you... they stick directly to your skin AFTER they rub your skin with sandpaper and let me tell you, it stings like a bitch!!!!) and was then told to run on a treadmill.  To just add to the ridiculousness, I had to take my shirt off, so I'm running in my bra and a little paper vest thing, with wires all over my chest and stomach and a monitor around my waist, a blood pressure thingy around my arm, and in my dress pants and work shoes! I had to run for 8 min, which was about a mile.  The whole time I'm running the doctor is asking me questions and I'm huffing and puffing and beeping and then every minute it took my blood pressure, making my right arm useless, as I'm running... in my bra with wires everywhere... let me tell you, it was pretty funny!  Especially since the cardiologist is an older brother of one of my really good friends from high school!  I definitely felt like that Russian boxer (Ivan Drago!!) from Rocky IV.  I wonder if anyone who reads this will get that reference.  Anyway, so it was pretty funny, but after I was done running/ panting/ sweating and put my clothes back on, I talked to the doc some more and he said for now, he doesn't see anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step is to get hooked up to a heart monitor and wear it for 24 hours so they can hopefully capture one of these episodes when my heart kicks itself into high gear.  I asked to not do it today but this weekend instead, since a sure way to trigger these episodes is for me to have a few drinks, and I try not to make it a habit to booze on weeknights!  So I will have more answers next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to ask for a print out of my heart ultrasound, but didn't know if that would be tooooo awkward and weird.  I also asked the tech what the sex was, but she said she couldn't tell at this time (haha).  I think I may ask for a print out later, and put it on my fridge... because isn't that what everyone does after an ultrasound?  I will even make a little frame that says something like "Mommy Loves Me" or "I Am Beautiful."  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-1703902244625541654?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/1703902244625541654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=1703902244625541654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/1703902244625541654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/1703902244625541654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-ultrasound.html' title='My First Ultrasound!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-3514384223376066232</id><published>2009-08-26T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:16:18.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurfacing</title><content type='html'>I think it's appropriate that my last post was about my car accident.  That was 2 months ago, and was just the beginning of a string of unfortunate events that have happened to me.  I don't really want to focus on those negative things, because I am doing really well and having a good time.  I guess I should mention that Bret and I broke up, further confirming my 3-out-of-3 theory, but then I realized... if I really HAD IT ALL at the ripe age of 23... what's the point of growing old?  Aren't we supposed to grow and make mistakes and get hurt and roll around in the dirt a little?  I have a little dirt under my nails right now, but I like what it's doing for my character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-3514384223376066232?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/3514384223376066232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=3514384223376066232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/3514384223376066232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/3514384223376066232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/08/resurfacing.html' title='Resurfacing'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-8471319553778629640</id><published>2009-06-25T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:22:35.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was bound to happen eventually...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I got into a car accident.  Yes, it was super scary and I cried like a baby for 2 hours, but I am ok.  My car, is not.  I will find out probably either today or tomorrow if my car is fixable or completely totaled.  Every time I think about it I want to start crying.  Basically I was trying to turn left from one busy street to another.  The light was green so I went into the middle of the intersection, waiting for traffic to clear so I could turn.  The light turned yellow, then the light turned red.  I saw that there were still cars coming in opposing traffic, but they werent going fast and I figured that SINCE THE LIGHT WAS RED they would stop at the crosswalk.  But, as soon as I started to turn I see one of the cars NOT stopping, and of course this all happened in a second, but I slammed on the gas to get out of the way, but she hit me anyway.  She hit my back passenger door with her front left bumper.  Neither of us were hurt, but her lip was cut from her airbag so the paramedics came, spoke with us, and then a policeman came and took our info for us.  I am SO grateful to the policeman because the woman that hit me barely spoke english, and I was in no state to deal with that.  So then they determined my car wasn't driveable (since the back right rear wheel looked crooked) so they got it towed.  The tow guy was the BIGGEST douche in the world and kept telling me that I should just scrap my car now because there is no way it's salvagable.  He said "this car, a 2002? MAYBE it's worth $2000."  So of course I looked him right in the face and said "That sure is a nice thing to tell me right now.  Please be quiet. I don't appreciate your comments and truly, I don't think you are qualified to make such judgements."  The policeman smiled at that. (really, you would have been shocked at how level headed I was during the whole ordeal.  I called 911, took pictures of my car, introduced myself to the other driver, moved my car out of the intersection, all before the paramedics came).  Anyway so they towed my car to some random shop in Hollywood, and I had to call Bret's mom to call me to pick me up.  Of course coming east at 6pm from the beach to hollywood... well... let's just say there is NO WORSE traffic probably in all of LA.  It took her 2 hours to get me, and in those 2 hours I sat outside a Vons and cried like a baby.  I talked to my dad and my brother, who both gave me tons of tips on how to deal with this, and my mom kept texting me "honey, it's just a car. It's just a car".  When I got home I called my insurance company, and now I just play the waiting game until I find out if my car will get fixed, or if I will have to start looking for a new one.  Oh, and I looked up the value of my car.  It's actually $6000, thanks a lot tow-guy-a-hole.  (My dad told me "don't ever listen to those guys, they are all high school drop outs... classic Dad).  Anyway, so Bret's mom (bless her heart) is letting me use Bret's car for the rest of the week, and this weekend my parents are going to bring me my mom's old car.  It's a temporary fix, since her old Honda has like 250,000 miles and is going to die soon.  But it gets me in the clear for the short term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm obviously super upset that this happened but at least I'm ok.  I'm not hurt AT ALL.  Not even a buise.  I am a little teeny bit sore, but I think it's from the fact that I was shaking for 2 hours straight after this all happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Transformers 2 made over $60 million yesterday, so everyone at work is rejoicing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-8471319553778629640?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/8471319553778629640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=8471319553778629640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/8471319553778629640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/8471319553778629640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-was-bound-to-happen-eventually.html' title='It was bound to happen eventually...'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-4421199668972281371</id><published>2009-05-24T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:55:51.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I've been doing lately is watching movies</title><content type='html'>So since I am now a bona-fide member of the "entertainment industry" (hahaha) I have found myself seeing lots of movie.  And as your only resident movie expert (since I'm in the biz and all) I feel it is my duty to bestow my opinions on to you, my faithful readers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;State of Play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starring Ben Affleck, Russell Crowe and Rachel McAdams, the movie definitely had potential from the beginning, because even though Affleck hasn't put out a good movie in years, Crowe and crowd favorite Rachel McAdams definitely got me interested.  (Side note, yes Rachel McAdams is a great actress, but the reason I like her is because when I was a freshman in college, after an unfortunate hair-dying experience that left me red-headed, I was told I looked like her character in The Notebook.  I know I look NOTHING like her, but she is super gorge so I like to tell everyone that I was once compared to her. )  ANYWAY, on to the movie.  The plot starts off with a very public death of a young woman, and it is soon uncovered that she is the mistress of a prominent congressman (Affleck).  As some of the details of her death are unearthed, two journalists (Crowe and McAdams) discover that there is a whole government conspiracy behind the woman's death and work around the clock to break the story.  Sounds cliche, but overall it was really well done.  The acting was good, it wasn't TOO violent (I hate violence) and the plot was easy enough to follow.  There was a new twist every 5 minutes, and I usually find myself having a hard time following movies like that, but this one did a great job of logically leading the viewer to the next twist.  I would (and have already) recommended it. Favorite part:  Russell Crowe being a super slobby and chubby journalist that drives a really ghetto car and eats tons of cheetoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Terminator Salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am sure you are wondering WHY on earth I saw this movie.  Well, the short story is that it was the only way I would convince Bret to go see The Proposal with me next week (yeaaahh Sandra Bullock RomComs!!).  Anyway, this movie basically sucked for numerous reasons.  1) I haven't seen any of the other Terminator movies, and this one didn't even try to explain WHY John Connor is searching for his father, who is a teenaged boy.  Wtf?  2), The movie was just CONSTANTLY throwing freaking robot machines at you, and they are PISSED OFF!  You get about 3 minutes of dialogue, then BOOM BOOM BOOM here come the machines!  Followed by a 20 minute fight scene with about 200 rounds of bullets going off between the men and the machines.  I dont even GET why the machines hate humans so much.  Like seriously??  And where the hell do the humans get all those bullets??  Let's get real here.  Long story short, I was LITERALLY biting my nails during the whole movie, because it stressed me out so much.  So if you recognize that you have empathy issues (like myself) and will feel the emotions of the characters in movies you see, DON'T see this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite part:  Whoever the actor was that played Marcus (the "Salvation") was freakin hot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all the haters:  I don't want to hear it, because I LOVED this movie!! It was SO GOOD!  I LOVE Tom Hanks, even though he always does this weird thing with his neck when he is playing Robert Langdon that totally distracts me (he tucks his chin into his neck, effectively giving himself a double chin, yeah it's weird).  Anyway, I read the book years ago, and though I really enjoyed the story, I thought the ending was really hokey.  The movie changed the ending, taking out all the hokey BS but still came to the same conclusion.  I love all the lore/myth of the history of the Catholic church, and was fascinated even by just the outfits.  I mean, let's be real, the Cardinals look pretty ridiculous in their red dresses with the little white lace overlay.  I loved the action, and the frantic feeling of the clock (and bomb) ticking!  I would def recommend this movie!  Especially if you are interested in religious history, even though the majority of the facts are actually NOT true, it's still soooo interesting.  (Sidenote, I watched this thing on the discovery channel that analyzed Angels and Demons, and every scientist said that that quantity of anti-matter is totally impossible... so we're safe for now!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite part: Ewan McGregor, wearing a full length dress/cloak/ whatever thingy throughout the whole movie, yet still looking super sexy.  And let's just say his exit was pretty epic.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****UPDATE****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got back from the movies (that makes three movies in three days!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have much time (I have a major headache because I got hit in the face with a baseball this evening, but that's a story for another day) so I will make this short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Believe the hype.  This movie is GREAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Go Paramount!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Chris Pine... yes please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Easy to follow and intelligent plot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. NOT geeky at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Even though it is set in the future, you don't question it.  It all is very believable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I am regretting sending my sweet Star Trek shirt that I got from work to my brother.  I would rock that with pride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Good action... they did a really cool thing where they balanced really intense action scenes with moments of complete silence.  It gave a great effect, seeing as this is all happening in the middle of space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Did I mention Chris Pine?  Too bad the guy grows up to look like William Shatner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Those Romulans seriously need to take a chill pill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Loved all the integration, taglines, and jokes of characters from the old show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I haven't heard of a single person that hasn't liked this movie.  And the theater was literally full... two weeks after its release on a Sunday night.  That speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-4421199668972281371?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/4421199668972281371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=4421199668972281371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/4421199668972281371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/4421199668972281371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-since-i-am-now-bona-fide-member-of.html' title='All I&apos;ve been doing lately is watching movies'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-2335397891229990194</id><published>2009-05-17T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:13:40.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Haiku about week 1</title><content type='html'>Job is going well&lt;div&gt;Tons of swag and free movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And making coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I'm not complaining!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-2335397891229990194?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/2335397891229990194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=2335397891229990194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/2335397891229990194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/2335397891229990194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/05/haiku-about-week-1.html' title='A Haiku about week 1'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-219624006785886516</id><published>2009-05-12T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:58:10.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Approaching 3 out of 3??? Let's hope I didn't just jinx myself!!!!</title><content type='html'>So I've had a hard time writing in this thing lately because the irony has just been killing me.  Brittanie was sweet when she named my blog "just an ordinary desk job" because she knew how much I hated my job, but my recent lack of a job (ordinary or desk) was just too depressing for me to handle.  Anyway, I guess i can OFFICIALLY announce now that I have a new job! I started yesterday working for Paramount Pictures! I am an executive assistant to the Senior VP of Strategy and Operations in Theatrical distribution.  So, I am doing lots of assistant stuff (making tea, ordering supplies, etc) but I am also going to be responsible for generating several reports.  They are kinda boring and detailed, and since I don't even know much about them, I will save you the details.  But yeah, I get to work on a movie lot, in the center of Hollywood, and it really is cool.  I am making pretty good money and I have these really weird things called "benefits" that I've never experienced before.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now a List of all the stuff I did during my recent 6-week vacation (otherwise known as "unemployment"):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Venice Beach every Monday for lunch with Bret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Disneyland TWICE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a Girlfriend's Getaway trip to Utah for 4 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw one of my favorite bands, Keane, in concert (amazing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the beach numerous times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopped a LOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished my scrapbook thus far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked to the grocery store 3 times a week &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched more Bravo than I would like to admit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept till 10:00 most days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made my sweet calendar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read 2 books (would have been more without all the tv)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moved into my studio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to San Diego for a weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrated Hillary's birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a few pedicures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to two Dodger games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played tennis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried fondue for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw a friend's band play at a Hookah Bar in North Hollywood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw Hillary, Brittanie, Brittany, Nicole B, Nicole V, Barbara and Lana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how can we forget the tranny bar in Koreatown??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at it this way, I was pretty prolific!  At the time it really felt like I was in bed all day, but I guess I sell myself short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-219624006785886516?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/219624006785886516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=219624006785886516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/219624006785886516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/219624006785886516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/05/approaching-3-out-of-3-lets-hope-i.html' title='Approaching 3 out of 3??? Let&apos;s hope I didn&apos;t just jinx myself!!!!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-2258288536482967379</id><published>2009-04-25T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:45:52.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprisingly, today actually IS Saturday</title><content type='html'>One of the worst things about unemployment (besides the whole "no income" thing) is that I am completely losing track of the days.  You see, my life consists only of Saturdays, since I never have to worry about waking up at a specific time the next morning.    But nonetheless, I have been realizing lately that I need a calendar.  I didn't need one when I was working because I was always ACUTELY aware of what day of the week it was (more specifically, how close I was to Friday).  Well, it's like the end of April and I still don't have a calendar, because I had my eye on one online months ago that I LOVED, but I was like,  "No way am I spending $35 on that, I could totally make it."  So, I finally made it!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gs4o8RHuWxc/SfORLtUu5jI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3Vf1ZjdH6c4/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328762414440572466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the original (duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs4o8RHuWxc/SfORLhfF72I/AAAAAAAAABw/ybk2NzrfONI/s400/IMG_1897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328762411262799714" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my version (totally copied, or as the lady at my favorite scrapbook store would say, it's "scraplifted."  Anyway, I made mine on 8 1/2 by 5 1/2 white cardstock, and all of the designs are cut out of colored and patterned paper and glued with spray-mount.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not bad, eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In other news, my good friend Russell, who works for Disneyland but has been gone the last 8 months at Army training camp, is now back at the park and can get me and up to 2 friends into the park for free on weekdays.  Any takers???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-2258288536482967379?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/2258288536482967379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=2258288536482967379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/2258288536482967379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/2258288536482967379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/04/surprisingly-today-actually-is-saturday.html' title='Surprisingly, today actually IS Saturday'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gs4o8RHuWxc/SfORLtUu5jI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3Vf1ZjdH6c4/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-2811439108884171453</id><published>2009-04-03T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:11:36.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This last month has been full of the MOST change I have ever experienced in my young life.  &lt;div&gt;I think of my life consisting of three main components, and everything else is a detail.  Those three pillars are: home, love and work.  I've felt in the last few months that I can't have all three in happy unison. If my love life is great, something will be wrong with my living situation or my job.  As you all know, I hate my job and have been having a REALLY tough time finding a good (really, even just ok) living situation in Los Angeles.  So, my job was going ok (no worse than normal) and I was FINALLY moving out of my awful living situation with the roommate who decided to stop paying his bills (and ended up owing me almost $2000. Now he owes me about $600).  I was moving into a super cute studio  and everything seemed to be heading towards peace and balance in my life, then OF COURSE.. because heaven forbid I get 3 out of 3... on March 20 my boss freaking lays me off!  I really shouldn't be surprised- it just goes with  my theory that I haven't yet earned the right to have a great boyfriend, a peaceful living situation and a decent job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm not that angry, just frustrated.  I hated my job and am very glad of spirit to be free of it, but of course I got no severance and now I am facing the... no less than daunting task of finding a new job.  I have fairly low standards, I just need to make almost as much as what I was making before (which wasn't much, so it won't be too hard to find) but everyone knows that there are very, very few jobs available right now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My only solace comes from the fact that my boss has already recognized how utterly STUPID it was to lay off his ONLY sales/marketing person when he has no work for production (yet kept the entire production staff) and he has a warehouse full of merchandise that is now not selling.  I guess the silver lining is that I don't have to work for such an intelligently inferior person anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my life now consists of a LOT of time and effort applying for jobs, and almost instantly getting an email telling me "thanks for your application but we are looking for more experience" or whatever kind of BS that companies are saying.  Ugh.  So I have started broadening my search even more.  I am looking into becoming a leasing consultant for an apartment building either in West LA or in Downtown, those jobs make about what I made before hourly, plus commission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, my apartment is fantastic and cute and cozy and Bret and I are better than ever.  If I had to have 2 out of 3, at least I have my own space and an amazing boyfriend.  Now I just need to find some source of income.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I did something I NEVER thought I would do and embraced my inner democrat and applied for unemployment today.  To show how shitty my job was, on government assistance I will be making 60% of what I was making before.  So insulting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's about it for now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-2811439108884171453?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/2811439108884171453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=2811439108884171453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/2811439108884171453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/2811439108884171453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-last-month-has-been-full-of-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-3499210956513565034</id><published>2009-03-30T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:54:46.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>I'm still alive, just&lt;br /&gt;Busy making adjustments&lt;br /&gt;Without internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-3499210956513565034?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/3499210956513565034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=3499210956513565034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/3499210956513565034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/3499210956513565034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/03/haiku.html' title='Haiku'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-4294679288515435530</id><published>2009-03-04T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:27:58.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational Design!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://atgallery.apartmenttherapy.com/assets/0002/1491/497253927_bb4f1d614e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 533px;" src="http://atgallery.apartmenttherapy.com/assets/0002/1491/497253927_bb4f1d614e_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Www.ApartmentTherapy.com is one of my all-time favorite blogs.  I was introduced to it when I started working at my company, because the site has featured our products several times (like &lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/ny/shelving-storage/lax-series-by-mash-studios-024076"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/chicago/shelving-storage/lax-series-by-mash-studios-exclusively-at-haus-061568"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;if you are interested).  Basically, it's a blog that features inspirational design, DIYs, good use of color, etc.  They also focus a lot on space-saving solutions, which is obviously a concern for most apartment dwellers.   Anyway, so I am making a BIG move in the next few weeks.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am going from a condo, where I fully furnished and filled my bedroom, living room and kitchen with stuff.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am moving into a one-room studio, and if it’s 250 square feet I will be surprised.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The studio is very nice, newly remodeled and in a good area, and I am just relishing the idea of living alone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, besides being small, there is hardly any storage room! I have no access to a garage, or even a deep closet (like I have now) so I am trying to be extremely strict with myself in downsizing my possessions.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The idea of surrounding myself with ONLY the things that I cherish and truly love is so appealing to me, but proving to be difficult!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, today I turned to apartmenttherapy.com for some inspiration. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/la/house-tours/house-tour-lauras-house-tour-016064?image_id=21491"&gt;This studio in Santa Monica&lt;/a&gt; is bigger than my place is going to be (if you can even imagine that!) but the woman that lives there did a truly WONDERFUL job with not only space planning, but with her use of color and minimizing her stuff.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing there looks cluttered or overwhelmed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can only hope that I will be able to minimize like that!  Not surprisingly- it's the top rated house tour on the whole website (and they feature one a day!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.apartmenttherapy.com/photo/021309hannac/01hannac"&gt;This house in Austin&lt;/a&gt;, though not similar to my situation in terms of space, is my DREAM color scheme.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I LOVE the white/green/orange/yellow that she used.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Love love love.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also love how she took the pattered material from the table by the window and then has 2 picture frames framing the same material across the room.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a great use of repetition- but I don’t think I could ever do it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have so many pictures that I would rather hang- and I don’t want to cover every single inch of the wall!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;So, I hope I will be able to get to this level someday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Until then, I am ruthlessly categorizing my stuff into 5 categories:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;KEEP, SELL, DONATE, STORE IN PARENT’S ATTIC and GIVE TO FRIENDS.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-4294679288515435530?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/4294679288515435530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=4294679288515435530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/4294679288515435530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/4294679288515435530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspirational-design.html' title='Inspirational Design!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-4946420266265823028</id><published>2009-03-01T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:35:42.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fun Saturday Night :(</title><content type='html'>Saturday afternoon I was minding my own business, in bed reading an amazing book (called The Shell Seekers) when I get a call from Bret.  I answer and he said "can you come over and take care of me?" and I thought he was just being a baby so I was like, yeah ok sure, do you want frozen yogurt too? (I wanted some for myself, so I thought I'd offer).  So I went to get him froyo, and went to his house.  I go in and low and behold, Bret is sprawled out on the couch, with his whole left arm covered in ice packs.  I asked what was wrong and he said he fell playing basketball that day and felt it pop and now even the slightest move hurts like hell.  His mom (who used to be a chiropractor) was in a movie and couldnt get back for 2 more hours.  As soon as she got home, she looked at it and immediately called Bret's dad (who is also a chiropractor) and talked it over with him, and they decided Bret needed x-rays.  LUCKILY I didn't have to take Bret to a hospital- we just drove to his dad's office in Santa Monica and Rick (Bret's dad) met us there and took the x-rays.  He took tons of "pictures" as he called them and concluded that Bret broke one of his forearm bones and will have to get a cast this week :(  I feel sorry for him but the Big Baby is milking it for ALL ITS WORTH!  "Suuussiiieeeee can you make me some teeeeaaa???  It hurts too much to get up."  Good thing I love him!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, he made me feed him his froyo since he couldnt hold the bowl himself.  Such a baby :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-4946420266265823028?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/4946420266265823028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=4946420266265823028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/4946420266265823028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/4946420266265823028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-fun-saturday-night.html' title='My fun Saturday Night :('/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-8884096808141487133</id><published>2009-03-01T23:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:25:47.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahoe!</title><content type='html'>I tried to upload pics of my Tahoe trip, but YET AGAIN it didn't work.  So, no pics.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long story short:  Weather on Saturday was perfect and we had an amazing day, complete with a gondola ride and cocoa on the gondola sky deck!!  It snowed like CRAZY on Sunday so we quit early and Bret and I went to Harrahs and gambled.  He lost all his money in craps and I slowly lost $20 playing slots, but it took me like 3 hours to lose so it was actually almost fun.  On Monday it was snowing again but it wasn't very cold, so we toughed it out, to be blessed with about 1 hour of beautiful sunshine.  As soon as we went in for lunch it started snowing like crazy again so we called it a day around 1pm.  It was snowing so hard we couldn't even see 30 feet in front of us.  Monday evening Bret and I flew from Reno back to LA.  Taking off, we had really bad turbulence and I almost lost my MIND.  It was SO SCARY!  But, it was fun flying into LA for the first time since I've moved here.  Now I know what everything was that we were flying over, and I even saw my apartment (literally the last building you fly over before you are over the airport- pretty nuts!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If maybe someday figure out how to upload photos to this thing, I will show you some of the amazingly beautiful pictures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-8884096808141487133?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/8884096808141487133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=8884096808141487133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/8884096808141487133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/8884096808141487133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/03/tahoe.html' title='Tahoe!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-5875069412328566487</id><published>2009-02-25T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:24:55.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah!!! Internet is back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Currently listening to:  Kanye West "The Good Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come on y'all, let's go on a livin' spree!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in a great mood for a few reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Yesterday was my 2-year anniversary with my sweetie :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Today I gave my 30-day notice to move out of my apartment with my laaame roommates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Yesterday I found a way cute (but small) studio in my budget that I am moving into on March 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am THISCLOSE to being truly independent and the master of my own domain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I spent Saturday- Monday in Lake Tahoe with my favorite people in the world- my parents, my brother and my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-On Saturday I rode the Heavenly Gondola, one of my favorite things in the world to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Tons of NSYNC came on my ipod today- talk about an instant pick-me-up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Hillary is going to help me clean out my closet soon (please???)  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-5875069412328566487?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/5875069412328566487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=5875069412328566487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/5875069412328566487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/5875069412328566487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeah-internet-is-back.html' title='Yeah!!! Internet is back!!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-9143668060844841310</id><published>2009-02-16T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T11:15:40.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don’t have internet, I might as well diiieeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I haven’t blogged in forever because the internet at my apartment mysteriously turned off.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luckily my iPhone has kept me updated with my email, Perez Hilton and all the other blogs I read- I just couldn’t update my own blog.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I called Time Warner like 10 times, and FINALLY got through after being on hold for hours it seemed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, so it turns out that our modem decided to self-destruct.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The good news is though, that Time Warner is sending a repairman on Thursday and we will get credited for the time we didn’t have service!! The bad news- I have to wait till Thursday!  Until then I will have to sneak in blog posts at work... shhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, so I have lots of updates.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went to SLO last weekend, and had a blast as always!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That town is my Happy Place.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  I went because Bret was in Berkeley visiting his brother (my birthday present to him!).  &lt;/span&gt;I got to see some of my favorite people (Jessica, Marsha, Brian, Katie S, Big Red &amp;amp; Billy at McClintocks, Ali, Kayla, Mike, Lauren, Katie R, Monica, Phil, Alex, Brett, etc this list goes on and on!!) but it only made me miss them MORE when I left!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I stayed with Ali and Kayla and it was Kayla’s birthday so we threw her a party Friday night, which of course featured the VIP wine bag that I brought (long story, but those kids LOVE boxed wine!) and lots of beer pong.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On Saturday I met up with some girls that live in the new housing complex on campus (Poly Canyon Village) and I was totally jelly that they didn’t have that nice of housing when I lived on campus!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I went to lunch with Mike at the Shack (mmmm chicken fingers!) and topped the night off at my favorite place on earth, McClintocks.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Katie and I went to visit two of our favorite people, Big Red and Billy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say we got pretty sauced.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Billy supplied us with Dunbars, Strawberry Lemon Drops, Pomatinis and White Gummi Bears.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also had a “shot for the road” but of course I don’t remember what it was because all these drinks we had in like 2 hours!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Katie and I went to Buffalo (our favorite bar in downtown slo) and drank water for 3 hours waiting for Big Red and Billy to meet us downtown.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We met some random dudes in the meantime, but they were suuuuch losers.  Like, such the stereotypical SLO d-bag who hangs out at bars to meet girls. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, Buffalo got so crowded that we called it a night around midnight (We started at McC’s at 6, so it was still a long night).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sunday was a bit quieter, started off with breakfast with Marsha at Linnea’s, then lunch with Monica and a quick visit to Brian and Chris’s.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All in all, an amazing, yet exhausting weekend!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last week wasn’t nearly as great as my weekend.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Basically, work sucked.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like, more than normal, if that’s possible!! But I will leave that at that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, one thing to mention. Thursday was like the worst day EVER.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Really, top 5 worst days.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I texted Bret asking him if we could hang out that night because I was really having a hell of a day and needed to relax and cuddle.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Literally, I was close to tears of frustration and misery half the day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At about 2pm, the lowest hour of the day (boss yelling, scowling, insulting, etc) a delivery man came and brought flowers for me!! Bret sent me flowers at work (miniature roses in lavender, white, whisper pink and coral!)!! I don’t know HOW he did it, but literally, they couldn’t have come at a better time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was so happy and it truly made me realize how much work DOESN’T matter in the grand scheme of things.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank God for amazing people like Bret &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Towards the end of last week I started to get sick, and I’m surprised I even made it to 5:00 on Friday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t get sick often so when I do I am a HUGE baby and have a really low tolerance for pain and discomfort.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really just shut down until I am better (but, I usually get better in 2 days so it’s all a wash).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After work on Friday I went home, and literally slept from 6pm till 8am Saturday morning.  14 hours!! I don’t think I’ve ever done that in my life!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went over to Bret’s Saturday morning to make him breakfast (scrambled eggs and peanut butter toast!) and then when he went to basketball I treated myself to a trip to the scrapbook store, followed by a few hours of scrapbooking my parent’s ski trips (I have to finish this week, their anniversary is on the 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;!).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;For Valentine’s Day Bret took me to one of my FAVORITE restaurants, called 26 Beach in Venice.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also got to wear my brand new super cute dark purple dress from Banana!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had to wait over an HOUR for our reservation, but they had heat lamps outside and it was worth it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They make the most amaaaazing chicken parmisian there, and I was sure to only eat 1/3 of it (don’t worry, it was huge) so I can enjoy it for lunch today and tomorrow!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wasn’t feeling well so I was a total V-Day dud and had Bret take me home after dinner, and I was asleep by 9pm (I even skipped dessert!!!).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday (yesterday) was a lazy day, I got up early again and went to Bret’s for breakfast and some Sunday Morning Tivo (The Office and 30 Rock) before I went home and climbed in bed for a day of healing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I watched Amelie (AMAZING MOVIE! I’ve seen it before but the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; time was even better!) and Closer, which was a truly depressing movie, I wouldn’t recommend it!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was basically about two couples who cheat on each other with each other and no one ends up happy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, Natalie Portman was in it and she was EXCELLENT.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s up there with Kate Winslett as my favorite actresses.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So that’s about it! This upcoming weekend Bret and I are flying to Tahoe for some winter fun! We will be gone Friday night through Monday night, and I am just antsy in my pantsy!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Tahoe is getting TONS of snow right now, so the skiing should be great! Bret, David and I are also going to make a trip to Harrah’s for some blackjack (fingers crossed for a big win, though I’ll probably stick to slots!!) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-9143668060844841310?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/9143668060844841310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=9143668060844841310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/9143668060844841310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/9143668060844841310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-have-internet-i-might-as-well.html' title='I don’t have internet, I might as well diiieeee'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-2319350234727967494</id><published>2009-02-06T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:53:34.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Reasons why today is going to be a great day:</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;It’s      FRIDAY!&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;I’m      going to SLO today&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;I’m      leaving work at 2:30&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;Driving      to SLO with my good friend Matt who I am going to grill about getting a      job at his company&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in"&gt;4.5&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt; Matt just BCC’ed me on an email where he told his boss how awesome I am!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keep your fingers crossed for me!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="5" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;I just      drank cofffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;I am      going to see all my lovely little wowie babies tonight!&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;Tons      of beer pong domination tonight!!!&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;It’s      my Bret’s birthday &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;I      kicked ass at work this week and have already met most of my monthly      quotas (my boss will never acknowledge this, of course, because he thinks      I am a dumb young girl, but I know in my heart that he has no other way of      explaining why sales are so good)&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I drive through Camarillo      tonight I am picking up a bunch of new clothes that my mom bought for me      at the huge Banana Republic sale.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;YAY!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-2319350234727967494?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/2319350234727967494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=2319350234727967494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/2319350234727967494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/2319350234727967494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-reasons-why-today-is-going-to-be.html' title='10 Reasons why today is going to be a great day:'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-7750386543688059474</id><published>2009-02-03T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:58:33.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so micro-bored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been praying to my iphone for weeks, and they've finally arrived!  I give you:  2009's "Buzzwords."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Co-rumination&lt;/span&gt;: Excessive chattering about problems, real and imagined. Leads to the amplification of real anxieties, and creation of new ones. Has increased markedly in recent years, as email, messaging, texting, and Facebook have given the self-obsessed a multitude of outlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Junior moment:&lt;/span&gt; Flip-side of a senior moment. Can be committed by adults, with a sudden lapse into immaturity; or by youth, displaying the lack of thoughtfulness, sense or self-preservation we oldies associate with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Extended financial families&lt;/span&gt;: Several generations of the same family living in one home. Love and devotion might be the glue that keeps them together, but it's more likely to be the need for care or child minding, with the added benefit of cash savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Micro-boredom&lt;/span&gt;: What we used to call downtime, now increasingly filled by fiddling with mobiles or BlackBerrys. Those who market these devices, or the services they use, see it as an opportunity to sell us something. Potential victims of this can be recognised by their adoption of the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BlackBerry praye&lt;/span&gt;r: The hunched-over, self-absorbed pose adopted by those fingering their Blackberry, or texting on their mobile. Often accompanied by facial expressions to match tenor of the message being sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Digi-necker&lt;/span&gt;: Driver who, when passing a road accident, whips out their mobile and takes a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nano-solar&lt;/span&gt;: Sunshine absorbers that don't need expensive, silicon-using panels, but use a thin film of solar cells that can be applied to any inorganic surface - windows, roof tiles, even metal. The predicted effect is that the cost of solar power will be reduced to a third of the cost of coal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Energy dashboards&lt;/span&gt;: Control panels that monitor performance of your heat, light, and power use, in the same way a conventional one does for your car. Will be net-enabled so you can see what energy you're using, and at what cost, and come into their own when you have full device convergence, and you can talk to your appliances, and they can 'talk' back to you, and to the power source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Negawatts&lt;/span&gt;: Latest word for energy efficiency, coined by the public utility commission of California. Greenies also use the term fifth fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Edible estates&lt;/span&gt;: Phrase coined by US campaigner Fritz Haeg for digging up your lawn and growing in its place something you can eat. After all, we did it in the war, when the Dig For Victory campaign increased the land used for food production by 80 per cent. For examples, see any traditional cottage garden, or back yards in Switzerland, Italy, France, Germany - where grass is for sport or ruminants, not something to be made a fetish of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eco-embedded:&lt;/span&gt; The idea that business and government adopts eco-friendly practices that leave the consumer no choice. A ban on plastic shopping bags, for instance, or other plastic-free zones (such as a shopping centre in Balgowlah, New South Wales), carbon emission laws, or 'green' credit cards where consumers pay a little extra to offset the carbon cost of their purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Geo-fencing&lt;/span&gt;: What you do when, via a GPS system or mobile phone, you set a physical boundary to where someone can roam. If they exceed it, you get a warning. Used by delivery companies to be notified when drivers stray off designated routes (which sounds Big Brotherish, but could also alert a firm to a hijack). There are also geo-fencing services that can track your child's mobile, sending you a message if they deviate from their usual haunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cloud computing&lt;/span&gt;: Use of the huge capacity of corporate computers by individuals or small businesses.&lt;br /&gt;Corporates have sophisticated software, and you have broadband that lets you connect with this computer 'cloud' floating above you. In other words, software will not be something you buy, but rent and access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Telepresence:&lt;/span&gt; Fancy word for video conferencing. A few firms now have special rooms where life-sized images of off-site participants allow a meeting that satisfies every sense except that of touch. Not to be confused with teleporting, which only happens in sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; GRIN Tech&lt;/span&gt;: Genetic, Robotic, Information and Nano Technology. Mostly it means those breakthroughs which have yet to find a practical, cost-effective application. But, we're told, they're coming. Er, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Consumer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Austerity 2.0&lt;/span&gt;: What we're all about to experience in 2009, if those dubious think-tank predictions come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Flexenomics&lt;/span&gt;: Our word for the economy growing up to support the need, in times of far greater uncertainty, for people to keep their spending and consuming flexible. More of us will rent homes, white goods, TVs and entertainment systems, or lease cars. It also covers contract working, and reduction of all but essential financial commitments - which will help relieve that already established condition: debt stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Brickor mortis&lt;/span&gt;: Property market where few homes are being sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Upcycling&lt;/span&gt;: Recycling disposes of things that might (repeat, might) be reconstituted rather than left to rot; upcycling gives objects a new use. Its American advocates cite an example of chair cushions made out of old ties, which doesn't bode well. For examples of less frightening upcycling, visit etsy.com. The concept is popular with Imbys, who favour anything local, until, of course, it threatens their space and privacy, whereupon they become the far more familiar Nimbys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Staycation&lt;/span&gt;: A vacation without the travelling. Or the expense. Or the tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Enoughism&lt;/span&gt;: The creed that holds that we over-consume, amass far too much "stuff" that only ever provides a fleeting pleasure, and ought to cry "Enough!". Experts like John Naish and Oliver James argue this incessant acquisitiveness leads to dissatisfaction that can develop into mental illness. Been around for a while, but fast gaining currency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Unplugging&lt;/span&gt;: Technological wing of the above, where someone realises that the time they spend online, on the mobile, curating the Facebook page, etc, is no substitute for living. So they put themselves on a digital diet, and possibly even cultivate an interest in things without keypads. Like other people. What we all need, probably, are more islands of tranquillity, or thinking time, as it used to be known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instapreneur&lt;/span&gt;: Instant entrepreneurship, via online shops and selling services, allow anyone with something to sell - even a design or idea - to go into business right now. The online service takes a rake-off, but the instapreneur does not even have to invest the financial, or time, cost of making or buying stock. Via lightningsource.com, you can even submit a book manuscript to Amazon.com and start taking orders almost immediately. There are also sites for T-shirt designers (spreadshirt.com), and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Crowdfundin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;: Financing of ventures or projects by a number of individuals brought together, usually via the net. Disaster relief funds are a form of crowdfunding, and this old concept is now being used in new ways, especially in the US. Examples include ArtistShare, where musicians can raise cash via online micropayments (four years ago Maria Schneider became the first ArtistShare beneficiary to win a Grammy); BeerBankroll, a brewer managed by its online community (membership as low as $50); and greedyorneedy.com, which allows people to submit a need or wish, with participants then voting which ones get the donated cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pinkwashing&lt;/span&gt;: The dark art favoured by certain companies (you know who you are) of using ostentatious support for breast cancer research to promote your products or services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Perkonomics&lt;/span&gt;: Small add-on benefits offered to you by firms to get or retain your business. Examples include fast-track guarantees for theme parks or car hire, and mobile network Orange giving users access to concert tickets 48 hours before they go on general sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally...&lt;br /&gt;If buzzwords enrage you, then write a book about it. You will thus contribute to the rising tide of books about things that make the author angry, known, of course, as Wrath Lit. There is, it seems, a buzzword for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-7750386543688059474?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/7750386543688059474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=7750386543688059474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/7750386543688059474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/7750386543688059474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-so-micro-bored.html' title='I&apos;m so micro-bored!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-5899382131772780769</id><published>2009-01-30T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:50:26.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless iPods!</title><content type='html'>Well, really, God bless those little white ear buds.  Wearing them at work (not even listening to my music!) has made my boss completely ignore me.  It’s AWESOME.  Now when he wants anything, he just emails me (mind you, he sits 5 feet away from me).  It’s amazing.  I don’t even have to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahhhhh.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get to listen to non-NPR! (we listen to NPR on the radio all day). Trust me, I appreciate NPR but you know how it’s annoying when you listen to a radio station all day and they replay songs?  Try having to listen to the same depressing news stories all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-5899382131772780769?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/5899382131772780769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=5899382131772780769' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/5899382131772780769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/5899382131772780769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-bless-ipods.html' title='God Bless iPods!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-3152224630402714894</id><published>2009-01-25T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T17:14:01.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Subject of Jobs..</title><content type='html'>There are few things that stress people out more than looking for and finding a job.  I know that job hunting is right up there on my "Things I Love to Do List" right next to getting surgery and  watching High School Musical.   Anyway, it's painful and we all know it.  In "this economy" (the most loathsome phrase of 2009) it's not only painful, but damn near impossible.  Companies just aren't hiring.  Many people close to me have been laid off in the last few weeks (my brother, and my good friend Nicole both are mechanical engineers and both of their projects got cancelled due to lack of funding, thus they are out of jobs).  To think someone with a Master's Degree in Mechanical Engineering can get laid off... well shit.  I have just a run-of-the-mill business degree, and though I am pretty safe in my current job, I don't want to stay there.  You all know how much I "dislike" my job (to use a nice word) and I have been looking for a new one for weeks.  Now how the hell am I supposed to get hired by companies that keep announcing that they are laying off 1000, 2000, 5000 workers???  I guess I can't.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have applied for a job at Anthropologie, but I don't want to say anything more about it until I at least have an interview.  Let's just say my desire for this job burns like the passion of a thousand suns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-3152224630402714894?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/3152224630402714894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=3152224630402714894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/3152224630402714894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/3152224630402714894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-subject-of-jobs.html' title='On the Subject of Jobs..'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-6008216492254002742</id><published>2009-01-20T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:58:43.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How did they know I wanted to watch Chick Flicks???</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So in the last seven months, I have barely watched TV at all.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All I every get around to watching is usually Tivo-ed political commentary at Bret’s house.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, my boyfriend and all his friends went to Vegas this last weekend (I wasn’t invited, then at the last minute I was invited, but then said no out of principle because the only reason they invited me was because someone dropped out and they wanted to keep their costs down… long story) anyway where was I... oh yeah, Bret was in Las Vegas.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, in my current friend-deprived state, I stayed home Saturday night.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is, of course, after a trip to Pinkberry, where I got a medium instead of a small because I was treating myself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway so I went home and plunked down in front of my roommate’s giant flatscreen.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was expecting to have to watch the Real Housewives of Orange County marathon on Bravo, but lo and behold!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cable TV panders to single women on Saturday nights!!!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was fully occupied from 6pm to 1am with an appetizer of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A Cinderella Story, the main course being The Devil Wears Prada and the sweetest most delicious dessert of The Notebook.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mmmm so filling and satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But then I realized, oh my gosh, if I were single this would be my Saturday night every week!! In my current situation, if I didn’t have Bret I would have seen the Notebook at least 50 times by now!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So long story short, thank God for boyfriends that always spend time with you so you don’t end up eating ice cream every weekend watching sappy chickflicks for 7 hours straight!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lesson #2:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Make more friends that don’t bartend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-6008216492254002742?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/6008216492254002742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=6008216492254002742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/6008216492254002742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/6008216492254002742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-did-they-know-i-wanted-to-watch.html' title='How did they know I wanted to watch Chick Flicks???'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-5425824145620921252</id><published>2009-01-16T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:42:32.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay I love these things!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. Meeting my best friend Hillary in 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. Going through my “rebellious” phase by not doing my homework and getting Bs instead of As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. Struggling with math for the first time in pre-algebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4. Straightening my hair a LOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Thanking God that middle school wouldn’t last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5 things on today's "to do" list...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. Buy a small cute chandelier for my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. Paint an accent wall in my living room purple (because I can!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. Set up a time to see Hillary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4. Put together Bret’s birthday present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5. Finish my parent’s ski scrapbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5 Snacks I enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1.  Kettle Corn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Fresh fruit (watermelon, pineapple, green apples, etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Ritz Bitz with peanut butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;most candies (I have a terrible sweet tooth!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;cheddar cheese and wheat thins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5 things I would do if I were a millionaire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. Buy a house and vacation homes and fill them with amazing things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. Travel the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Buy a vintage porche like the ones Steve McQueen’s girlfriends always drove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Completely materialistic shopping spree! All the most amazing clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Never work a day in my life again (unless it was something fun that I wanted to do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5 places I have lived...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. Ridgecrest, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. Virginia Beach, VA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. Camarillo, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;San Luis Obispo, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Los Angeles, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5 jobs I've had...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. Sales girl at Express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. Blender’s smoothie extraordinaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. Cal Poly Admissions student assistant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:18.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4. ADP sales intern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5. MashStudios Marketing Ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;nag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-5425824145620921252?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/5425824145620921252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=5425824145620921252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/5425824145620921252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/5425824145620921252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-i-love-these-things.html' title='Yay I love these things!!!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-3609249628460272163</id><published>2009-01-13T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:12:08.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; Survived another week of commuting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Won Balderdash with Bret’s family&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Job hunting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got a new roommate (Becky. Awesome.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bought curtains (white) and new kitchen towels (jewel tones)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finished 2008 scrapbook&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another car accident outside my office&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finished &lt;i&gt;Fall on Your Knees&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:normal"&gt; (sad, but excellent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got a new water heater (helloooo scalding hot showers!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Indulged in protein-style In n Out&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raided Target’s clearance scrapbook stash!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made Belgian waffles from scratch&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-3609249628460272163?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/3609249628460272163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=3609249628460272163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/3609249628460272163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/3609249628460272163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-in-review.html' title='A Week in Review'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-292792505871185121</id><published>2009-01-08T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T06:40:25.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So yesterday I read an AWESOME article and then I posted it here... actually I ended up positing a link to the web stats for my work website- oops!  Here is the article:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;   font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,477434,00.html" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(20, 125, 186); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.foxnews.com/story/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;0,2933,477434,00.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;  font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-292792505871185121?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/292792505871185121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=292792505871185121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/292792505871185121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/292792505871185121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/01/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-1390651067622802012</id><published>2009-01-02T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T08:28:56.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2009!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs4o8RHuWxc/SV4_accDo6I/AAAAAAAAABY/2HD2NNMRBg0/s1600-h/n6401258_37087915_8543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs4o8RHuWxc/SV4_accDo6I/AAAAAAAAABY/2HD2NNMRBg0/s320/n6401258_37087915_8543.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286732736122561442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out my sweet hat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs4o8RHuWxc/SV4_ZiOUopI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YHPJ4ZGfbSw/s1600-h/n6401258_37087914_8199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs4o8RHuWxc/SV4_ZiOUopI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YHPJ4ZGfbSw/s320/n6401258_37087914_8199.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286732720495698578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Year's kiss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs4o8RHuWxc/SV4_ZTvvpyI/AAAAAAAAABI/vdx81nSLPXs/s1600-h/n6401258_37087906_5391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs4o8RHuWxc/SV4_ZTvvpyI/AAAAAAAAABI/vdx81nSLPXs/s320/n6401258_37087906_5391.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286732716609349410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shots with Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs4o8RHuWxc/SV4_YxdnOFI/AAAAAAAAABA/bUIKhW_UtQY/s1600-h/n6401258_37087903_4296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gs4o8RHuWxc/SV4_YxdnOFI/AAAAAAAAABA/bUIKhW_UtQY/s320/n6401258_37087903_4296.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286732707406493778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Christmas Tree at LA Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gs4o8RHuWxc/SV4_Y7xmYzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7gZZ0Ad-O3Q/s1600-h/n6401258_37087902_3937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gs4o8RHuWxc/SV4_Y7xmYzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7gZZ0Ad-O3Q/s320/n6401258_37087902_3937.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286732710174679858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the Eastern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First I want to wish everyone a WONDERFUL New Year!   2008 was pretty great and I can only hope that 2009 will be even better :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a really awesome New Year's Eve.  Bret and his friends and I went to Downtown LA.  We hung out for a few hours at Bret's dad's loft (which is in an amazing Art-Deco building called The Eastern downtown... soooo awesome).  Then around 10:00 we walked to LA Live, which is this area of downtown with the Staples Center, Nokia Theater, Lucky Strike and some other cool stuff, that is kind of like a smaller, west-coast version of Times Square.  So we went to a few bars there, had some drinks and hung out, and then at midnight they had a countdown. Afterwards we went back to The Eastern and hung out at the roof-top pool.  That's where the details get a little fuzzy because all the champagne &amp;amp; shots caught up with me.  All in all, a great night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I just need to figure out how to put the pictures AFTER my post, not before.  Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Resolutions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Move into a 1-bedroom apartment and live ALONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Eat healthier/ more often (haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Explore Los Angeles more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  Go on a trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I miss any?  I can't remember.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-1390651067622802012?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/1390651067622802012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=1390651067622802012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/1390651067622802012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/1390651067622802012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009!!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gs4o8RHuWxc/SV4_accDo6I/AAAAAAAAABY/2HD2NNMRBg0/s72-c/n6401258_37087915_8543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-7817662438671243845</id><published>2008-12-30T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:30:43.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's basically Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I sit at my desk sleepily munching on banana bread, I realized that I haven’t blogged in a while.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, I forgot that I was a “blogger” at all.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Updates:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My fishy Stanford died last night &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was my first and (so far) only pet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was a good little fish, but I knew it was his time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; I discovered a GREAT new blog.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of you know of my interest-slash-borderline-obsession with perezhilton.com, and though PH is still #1, &lt;a href="http://www.dlisted.com"&gt;www.dlisted.com&lt;/a&gt; is a HILARIOUS celeb gossip site.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s extremely vulgar and inappropriate, but this guy has no shame and makes fun of some of my faves: Beyonce, Tom Cruise and Britney Spears (the usual celeb gossip blog fodder).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So that has provided me with lots of entertainment today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I get tomorrow and Thursday off!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;YAY!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I talked my bf’s friends into going to downtown LA for New Years.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot convey to you how HUGE this is.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This group doesn’t like going out normally.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I brought up the idea to Bret a few weeks ago, and he was like “Nah, I don’t think anyone will want to do that.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shot down in a huge way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So then I brought it up to his (cooler) brother, and he was like “yeah that sounds like fun, I’ll ask around.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seed officially planted.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And low and behold, the other night I get a call from Bret saying “Hey, my brother suggested we go downtown for New Years, it sounds fun, huh?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to roll my eyes and just bite my tongue.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just goes to show the amount of power of persuasion I have over Bret, in comparison to his brother.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do any of you watch Keith Olbermann on MSNBC?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, my BF is a hard-core liberal, and coaxed me into watching a few episodes with him before the election.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, he has this feature on his show called “Special Comment” where he basically goes on a tirade for the last 10 minutes of the show.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Consider the following my own Special Comment:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I spent the last 8 days hanging out with my 9 year old cousin Grace.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is TOTALLY into the High School Musical phase of her life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have any of you SEEN HSM?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I watched 1 and 2 with her… and wow.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the crap that Disney is feeding America’s youth nowadays?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh my gosh, I had to stop myself from yelling at the TV for Grace’s sake, numerous times.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, in HSM 2, the main character (played by Zach Efron, who ONLY wears teal colored shirts the whole movie to bring out his dreamy blue eyes I’m sure) yells to his dad that “my future isn’t as important to me as what my friends think of me!!” (paraphrased).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Basically, some college recruiters had been talking to him, and his friends were all jelly that he didn’t invite them along.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WTF?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Friends are important and all, but if you don’t look out for #1, no one will.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I made sure to talk to Grace about it after the movie was over.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But seriously “I care more about what my friends think” !!???!?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a perfect segue into “My friends won’t think I’m cool if I don’t do drugs, and since that’s the MOST IMPORTANT THING, I’m gonna use!!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Disney, what have you done?????&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also saw Camp Rock, which was also shiteous but its saving grace was Nick Jonas.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a cutie.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-7817662438671243845?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/7817662438671243845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=7817662438671243845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/7817662438671243845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/7817662438671243845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-basically-friday.html' title='It&apos;s basically Friday!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-283990270474888577</id><published>2008-12-22T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:38:47.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Social Calendar is sooooo full!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tonight- Date night with Bret, which also includes some last-minute present finishing!  Also, Family comes in from Europe tonight- if they don't get snowed in at their layover in NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow- Gift exchange at Bret's, his brother's birthday, then me going home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday- Christmas Eve! Which means for my family, wrapping presents and baking all day, then church then opening presents!  Oh yah and I have a haircut at 10am so Hillary and I can compare cuts on Friday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday- Christmas Day!  Includes lazing around in my PJs, lots of fun activities with my 8-year-old cousin I'm sure, and more lazing.  Probably a movie in there too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday- Breakfast with my GIRLS in the morning (remember girls, 930am at Britt M's!!) then a possible lunch with Betsy, then more cuz time and then Bret is coming for dinner (and the Spanish Inquisition from my Aunt!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday- super secret surprise for my Mom's Christmas present takes place at 10:30am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday- Nothing planned yet... though my European Family is probably going to try to spring a trip to Disneyland/ Sea World/ CA Adventure/ Legoland on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday- Back to work, boooooooooooooo!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-283990270474888577?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/283990270474888577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=283990270474888577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/283990270474888577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/283990270474888577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-social-calendar-is-sooooo-full.html' title='My Social Calendar is sooooo full!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-6888195125079649724</id><published>2008-12-18T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:08:44.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wasn't joking!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,469164,00.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; isn't normal!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-6888195125079649724?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/6888195125079649724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=6888195125079649724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/6888195125079649724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/6888195125079649724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wasnt-joking.html' title='I wasn&apos;t joking!!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-3620605642470734149</id><published>2008-12-17T12:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:39:41.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's freaking COLD!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so I don't have cool pictures to post of all the snow on my block, but I CAN tell you that it is 45 degrees today in Los Angeles, and I work in an old, brick building with no heater.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am wearing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Tank top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- tee shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- long sleeve thin sweater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- cardigan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- pullover sweater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- pea coat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- wool scarf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- two pairs of socks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- jeans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- boots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- thin gloves &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm still cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-3620605642470734149?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/3620605642470734149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=3620605642470734149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/3620605642470734149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/3620605642470734149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-freaking-cold.html' title='It&apos;s freaking COLD!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-5277029544508561904</id><published>2008-12-15T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:14:46.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big news... perhaps</title><content type='html'>Big news, dun dun duuuunnnnnnn...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I may be moving again.  BUT it's not like the last time I moved, where I had a fairly dramatic exit from Mr. Creepster Landlord's palace home.  This time... well, I had to find a place in a hurry, and I don't really know the people I live with.  My friend Kristin (who lived with me and still lives in said creepster's house) wants to move out (I wonder why??) and we found a GREAT place in Venice.  Seriously, you girls are gonna be SO jelly of me.  It's fairly affordable (whatever that word means in the context of west LA).. anyway so it's affordable, in Venice right on Abbott Kinney (the main street with all the cute shops and bars) and.. the best part... ready for it?...  HARDWOOD FLOORS!  AAAHHAKDSkjhklkdfjglhdmf;;m!!!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it may happen.  And Kristin has offered to help me pay for a moving service to bribe me into doing it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More info to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current obsessions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chow mein (so healthy! hah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- crafting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- obsessing over whether my lotto ticket is gonna WIN BIG tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- the smell of pine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Christmas decorating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-5277029544508561904?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/5277029544508561904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=5277029544508561904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/5277029544508561904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/5277029544508561904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-news-dun-dun-duuuunnnnnnn.html' title='Big news... perhaps'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-8458182323272210138</id><published>2008-12-11T21:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:41:18.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I figured out why Twilight sucked.</title><content type='html'>The woman who wrote the screenplay also wrote the screenplay for "Step Up."  Really, enough said.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: &lt;a href="http://www.tonnerdoll.com/2008TonnerSite/2008Images/Twilight/edwardcullen1.jpg"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;is too funny!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-8458182323272210138?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/8458182323272210138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=8458182323272210138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/8458182323272210138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/8458182323272210138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-figured-out-why-twilight-sucked.html' title='I figured out why Twilight sucked.'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-6615213382653339869</id><published>2008-12-09T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:00:14.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Angeles Survival Tip #1: What yellow lights are really for</title><content type='html'>Never, never, NEVER slow down for yellow lights.  That yellow light means you freakin pedal-to-the-metal as if your life depends on it.  Because, it probably does.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning in the intersection outside my work, a high school kid driving to Venice High slammed on the brakes at a yellow light.  Needless to say, the car behind him crashed into him and sent kid's car sailing through the intersection.  No one died, but there were ambulances aplenty everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note about yellow lights:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how if you are already in the intersection when the green light turns yellow, it's ok for you to run the red light?  Well, Los Angeleans believe that even if the tip of their license plate is in the intersection when the light turns red, they can run the red light.  That means opposing traffic ALWAYS has to sit through at least 3 seconds of their green light while the other cars clear the intersection (and that's only if the intersection isn't blocked.... but don't get me started!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Word to to wise: if you aren't an aggressive driver (or plan to become one) stay the hell away from LA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-6615213382653339869?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-8864450269784030914</id><published>2008-12-08T11:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:44:25.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends are never long enough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had such a lovely weekend, filled with crafting and lazing around with friends &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Friday evening Bret and I had a little date.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We drove to Santa Monica and did a little shopping on the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; Street Promenade and then treated ourselves to Gelatto.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got Pecan Pie flavor and Bret got Mango Sorbet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bret bought a few presents for his family, and then indulged me by letting me roam around Anthropologie (under the pretense of looking for a present for his mom).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course I found tons of stuff I love but cant afford.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sigh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someday maybe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Saturday Bret and I slept in and then had a wonderful breakfast of Denver Omelettes, pancakes, and home style potatoes at the Grinder (a great breakfast place close to my apartment).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then he went off to play basketball and I went over to my friends Matt and Kaio’s apartment (they live like 2 miles from me).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They needed female advice on how to decorate their place for Christmas.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So they had a tree, and I went out and bought some ornaments (I got this box of 76 ornaments from CVS for $8.. some of the ornaments are totally crappy, but some are really nice too!).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The theme was red and gold, so I got all red and gold ornaments, and some gold tinsel and white lights for the tree and their balcony.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I had SO much fun decorating their place, especially since I am not going to have a tree or anything of the sort at my place.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Sunday I woke up sniffly, so I went over to Bret’s house and he babied me all day &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We watched tivo and movies and I made all my Christmas cards (which are way cute if I do say so myself!).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;We were LUCKY enough to catch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on ABC Family… which means watching R-Patz as Cedric Diggory!! Mmm.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The guy actually can act, despite trying to prove otherwise in Twilight.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During the movie, they were running all these “First Look” specials of HP 6 (The Half-Blood Prince) which doesn’t come out until JULY 17 2009!!! I don’t know how I will last so long!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(in other news, I read on perezhilton.com today that they are rushing production of Twilight #2 “New&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Moon” to be released in 2009 as well… yay!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Something else I should mention that I know a certain reader of this blog will appreciate.. I spent all of Saturday AND Sunday in these cute black sweats that I just got… I may never go back to jeans!!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;10 things I’m looking forward to before New Years:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Next Sunday’s 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; Annual Cookie Date with Bret (where I bake cookies and we watch Christmas movies)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Seeing my besties on the 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- FOUR paid days off &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Getting paid next Monday (broke as a joke over here!!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Seeing my Europe family that are coming to visit the 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;-28&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;… will probably include a Disneyland trip&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Decorating my parent’s perfect Christmas tree&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Matt and Kaio’s Christmas party on the 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;- complete with White Elephant exchange at my insistence!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- my stupid classes being done this Thursday!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Getting my hair cut on the 24&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- Giving everyone all the presents I have been making!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-8864450269784030914?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/8864450269784030914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=8864450269784030914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/8864450269784030914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/8864450269784030914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekends-are-never-long-enough.html' title='Weekends are never long enough!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-346209106650412750</id><published>2008-12-05T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:29:04.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight: A Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So for those of you who don’t know, I spent the last two weeks of my life reading the delightfully bad Twilight Series.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I can’t hate on the books too much, because though I laughed at a lot of the dialogue and rolled my eyes at a lot (most) of the plot structure, I was still sucked in and couldn’t put them down.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hillary and I have had many in-depth conversations about the books (why I think Jacob is better for Bella than Edward, the Mormon undertones of the whole “eternal commitment” issue, if vampires really are sexier than werewolves, etc) and so it only seemed logical that we would go see the movie together. Of course, Bret and Ryan were great sports and went with us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were glad they went, because they were treated to Gummi Sharks (they have teeth just like vampires- thanks Hillary!) and a good laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, so this movie was… for the lack of a better word… funny.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I love and appreciate a good comedy (the world needs more laughter!) but honestly, this movie wasn’t trying to be funny.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nonetheless, Hillary and I were laughing to the point of tears on more than one occasion.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The main actors were so caught up in emoting their thoughts through facial expressions, they ended up looking stiff, awkward, like they had stomach aches, and really just downright annoying.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The best characters were the shallow ones, like Bella’s friend Jessica, and Tyler, the only black kid in Forks.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They at least seemed more natural, and not so... brooding.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Having read the books, I have a general idea of the motivations behind the characters, but it totally didn’t translate on screen.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ryan, the only one of us who hadn’t read the book, totally gave up on trying to understand the movie and just laughed at all the cheesy lines. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My favorite scene was where Bella goes to Edward’s house to meet his family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One huge disappointment for me: the house.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I have a soft spot in my heart for architecture, and this house was really supposed to be (in my mind) an old, white, 100-year old Victorian type house.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the house in the movie was very modern, angular and blue with brown wood accents.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whatever.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I liked the scene because the vamps finally looked almost normal, and relaxed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh yeah, and the sweater Bella was wearing in the scene was the same sweater I wore to the movie last night.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(I was way too overly excited at that fact!!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other great parts of the movie:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Emmett’s velour track suit&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-James’ abs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Jacob (love him!! Go Team Jacob!!!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Bella screaming in pain (the best acting she did all movie!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Billy “keeping it real”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Edward’s hair (Bret says he’s going to make his look like that! &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Jasper- misunderstood yet totally perfect&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And yes, of course I’m going to see the sequel, cheesy lines and bad acting and all.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sigh.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-346209106650412750?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/346209106650412750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=346209106650412750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/346209106650412750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/346209106650412750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-movie-review.html' title='Twilight: A Movie Review'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-207395077882994071</id><published>2008-12-03T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:29:02.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh hey guys.... this is awkward</title><content type='html'>So I was lovingly, if not forcibly, shoved into the world of blogging today. Apparently, my obsessive reading of my friend's blogs (and also demanding daily updates) was getting a little out of hand, so my lovely friend Brittanie took it upon herself to set up this little love nest for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why resist, you ask?  Well, my girlfriends that have blogs all have interesting lives.  You know.. husbands, babies, trips, goings-on, etc.  Me?  Well, Brittanie named the blog pretty perfectly.  Just An Ordinary Desk Job.  My life almost fully consists of working, and when I'm not working, I'm trying to survive the commute there and back.  Doesn't really seem that interesting, and you can only tell SO many stories fueled by road rage... but, none the less, since Brittanie wants to know what I'm up to, I will do my very best to make this blog entertaining.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some topics to cover in the future:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- my recent completion of the Twilight series&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- What it's like to live in Los Angeles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My recent obsession with scrapbooking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Why Dr. Pepper is so much better than Coke (can you say, 23 flavors??)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Why frozen yogurt is the most effective mood stabilizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Best Of lists, because I'm nothing if not opinionated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and yes, I just blogged about what I am going to blog about.  Classic Susie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-207395077882994071?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/207395077882994071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=207395077882994071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/207395077882994071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/207395077882994071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-hey-guys-this-is-awkward.html' title='Oh hey guys.... this is awkward'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4995808294493457054.post-4379606277653995584</id><published>2008-12-03T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:58:49.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because we all want to know what you're doing</title><content type='html'>That's the reason why this blog was created - so my adoring fans (and best friends) could find out what I am doing on a daily basis. And though it may become an addiction, I will comply. So, here goes nothing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4995808294493457054-4379606277653995584?l=justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/feeds/4379606277653995584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4995808294493457054&amp;postID=4379606277653995584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/4379606277653995584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4995808294493457054/posts/default/4379606277653995584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanordinarydeskjob.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-we-all-want-to-know-what-youre.html' title='Because we all want to know what you&apos;re doing'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08351917929954529073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
