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Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:12 PM | shower me with attention

So, no one in my household could sign onto AOL this morning.

I didn't see this as my problem and was TRYING to get some sleep, until my mom came in, the phone to her ear as she was talking to AOL member services, and said that our account had been suspended for spamming, specifically, that 663 emails had been sent from "Tavie".

"WHAT?"

"It said you sent 663 emails, which is spamming, so they suspended the accounts."

"THE HELL I DID!!!!!!!!" (I hope the AOL rep heard that, too.)

Then my poor, misinformed mother told me that they were sending us instructions how to run virus protection and change all our passwords, and that I wouldn't be able to keep the screen name.

"WHAAAAAT?!?!?" I screamed. "They can't do that! I've had this screenname for eight years!"

Turns out my mom doesn't know the difference between a "screen name" and a "password". (I've also had the PASSWORD for eight years, but that's small matter.) So that was a nice scare for me.

(And yes, I'm lazy and copied that directly from the email I sent my friends. {g})

Why are you in Tavie's head? 6:49 PM | shower me with attention

Friday, November 30, 2001

And sarah got it from Tilly.
Just keeping things straight. I got it from sarah, see.

Either way, man, that's a pretty couple.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:33 PM | shower me with attention

To brighten, courtesy of sarah, two rays of sunshine.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:19 PM | shower me with attention

There goes the sun.

("I'm not above cliches tonight
a playground viewed from blessed height..." -Scott Miller)

I'd been telling my mom the other night about an article I read on some gossip group at George being near death, and how I didn't believe it, why would he be on Staten Island if he was near death, etc....

George was my mom's favourite.

And, at any rate, he seemed like a beautiful person and he wrote beautiful songs.

Goodbye, George.

I'm sure I'll rage against this when I go through my George phase, but for now, only empty sadness.

--
Was finally falling asleep last night when, at exactly 2:34, started coughing my lungs up. This would not cease until I burst into tears and my mom came in and gave me Buckley's as I blubbered about how tired I would be at work the next day...

Slept all day. Kirsten called Lauren for me. I'll just have to get my timesheet in late. So what.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:13 PM | shower me with attention

According to this quiz, the Lord of the Rings character I am most like is Saruman. I don't really know who that is, even after reading the explanation, but apparently I am a powerful, corrupt wizard capable of manipulating the minds of men, and am quite evil.

Also, I can't sleep and I am going to be truly fucked tomorrow.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:52 AM | shower me with attention

Thursday, November 29, 2001

Wow, Tara. And Ed was already my favourite. Mmmmmm.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:09 PM | shower me with attention

After a mediocre lunch (including an appallingly awful coffee), I was wading through the Scotch mist down the street to the Hallmark store (to get cards), whistling "Jingle Bells", and a businessman walked by me, turned and grinned, "That's the spirit!", whereupon we both continued with bounces in our steps, me thinking, God damn, I LOVE this city!

Back to comfortingly mind-numbing work, as I sit in fear of my next bout of Training To Perform Actual Responsibilities.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:03 PM | shower me with attention

Today's insanely appropriate Aimee quote of the day:

Though you pay for the hands they're shaking
the speeches and the mistakes they're making
as they struggle with the undertaking
of simple thought
What you want, you don't know
You're with stupid now...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:55 PM | shower me with attention

I was reading this page and quietly laughing myself sick when Arnold came over to whisk me off to the conference call/training session. It is not two hours later, and holy shit, they want me to do things that require responsibility, knowledge, research, approval from higher-ups... I'm scared witless. Data-entry people aren't trained to think! Oh, help! Help! How will I possibly be equipped to handle this new work? I'm not smart enough for this! I don't even know what a computer is, really! 'Cept it's this funny box that I see words on when I punch the funny keys!

EEP!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:50 PM | shower me with attention

Haw man, it is going to be like the book.:

But while the reviewer also lavished praise upon the performances, especially Ian McKellan as the wizard Gandalf, he said he felt the pacing and editing in the first hour of the three-hour movie lagged.

Get through the first hundred pages = get through the first hour?

Sigh.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:31 AM | shower me with attention

T.S.R. = Technology Service Request.

Okay, then. I can "begin to tell him" that I've done "nothing" with the "T.S.R. system".

That's simple enough.

I really wish I was at home sleeping right now.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:26 AM | shower me with attention

An affable geek by name of Arnold just came over and started talking to me about some system he's supposed to teach me how to use, only he was talking to me like I had half a clue about what he was saying.

That is not good.

In less than an hour he and I are going to listen to a conference call so I can "start to become familiar with some names".

Scary, scary, scary.

After that he'll "begin to show me the system" and I can "begin to tell (him) what I've done so far with the T.S.R. system".

I should use this time to find out what a T.S.R. system is.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:14 AM | shower me with attention

Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, self, stop dreaming about celebrities.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:53 AM | shower me with attention

Was half an hour late today. But am I working? No? What AM I doing, instead?

(Hint: You're reading it right now.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:43 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, November 28, 2001

Today's vaguely appropriate Aimee lyric of the day:

You can take your own advice and try again
But a thousand compromises don't add up to a win...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:11 PM | shower me with attention

Last night I slept with the air conditioner on.
It was warm in my room.

When is it going to snow?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:37 PM | shower me with attention

Because I'm in a respondin' mood, I just want to quote:
more stupid points for me! i got a paper back tonight that i'd handed in last week. good enough mark, but right there, at the end of the introduction, the marker had circled my last word and written "WHAT???" beside it. i had left my retarded notes-to-self-to-fix-up in: "....k'bleah" to be precise.

and say, sarah c, I love you.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:48 AM | shower me with attention

I am 52.5% British
Take the Brit Quiz at
www.dwall.dircon.co.uk/britquiz1.htm

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:45 AM | shower me with attention

Responding to Kitana:

What the fuck is wrong with my metabolism?

NOTHING!!!!

I finally saw Harry Potter with Steph, and it was magical and lovely. Hermione and Ron were just the cutest things. Everything I could possibly want to say about the film has already been said. But I got to thinking... if I were to categorize my friends as one of the Big Three, I would place them thusly:

Harry: Tavie

WOO HOOOOOOO! I'm Harry, I'm Harry! I'm Harry! Hey, I had a lightning-bolt-shaped cut on my forehead about two years ago (being a big klutz), before I'd read the books, and couldn't understand the funny reactions I got at the time, but now it all makes sense...

And I would put Erica as Ron, and Cheryl as Harry.

To completely change the subject, I saw this ornament in the Hallmark store yesterday and I must have it. But I already bought myself this one, it's getting silly...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:40 AM | shower me with attention

Day One of eating properly: a total bust.

Is today Day One again? Time will tell.

I have decided that from now on, whenever I am caught in a mistake or called on an inaccuracy, or even caught in a lie, I will respond with: "Big Chief Custer? No, he killed many paleface that day!"

Examples:

Theresa: I thought you said you were going to come in on time today.
Tavie: Big Chief Custer? No, he killed many paleface that day!

Djin: I thought you said you were going to send me that email about my mix tape.
Tavie: Big Chief Custer? No, he killed many paleface that day!

Kitana: Actually I think it's spelled t-o-n-g-u-e, not t-o-u-n-g-e.
Tavie: Big Chief Custer? No, he killed many paleface that day!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:32 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, November 27, 2001

You are 0 - 14% HO!
Have you lived?
Bea Arthur and Mother Theresa scored the same as you!

God damn I love the tallying system for this quiz.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:06 PM | shower me with attention

Introducing the vaguely appropriate Aimee lyric of the day. Today's lyric:

You look like a perfect fit
for a girl in need of a tourniquet
But can you save me
Come on and save me
If you could save meeeeeee....

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:39 PM | shower me with attention

I figured out the printer problem ALL BY MYSELF. The solution was quite simple, and it only took me two hours to figure it out.

So that has brightened my day a bit, although I'm still horrified about my mistake with the tickets.

Also, I've decided to get back on the straight and narrow, eating-wise. You must help me by sending me daily words of praise and encouragement, and reminding me about how good I looked during the tour, and how I can look even better, and not huff and puff when climbing a short flight of stairs, and in general what a terriffic and strong-willed person I am.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:26 PM | shower me with attention

Too tired. TOO TIRED. Sour coffee. Poor Riley. I love Gina's friend Evelyn. She's fabulous. She will feed cat tonight and tomorrow so I can go straight home and sleep after my class tonight. I am now Tavie, President of Evelyn Fan club.

Why won't printer print?

Why coffee so sour?

Why I order tickets for Sunday instead of Saturday?

I stupid. I tired and stupid. Oh, help.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:00 AM | shower me with attention

I am fucked, fucked, fucked.

The most likely outcome of this mistake will be that I will be out $87. (The four misordered tickets, plus a correct ticket for the correct night for myself.)

That is really, really bad.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:37 AM | shower me with attention

FUCK! I ORDERED THE WRONG EL VEZ TICKETS!!!!

THIS IS WHY WE DON'T LET ME BE IN CHARGE OF THINGS!!!!!!!!!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:18 AM | shower me with attention

I was reminded today why I don't read the New York Post when I looked over someone's shoulder on the PATH this morning as they were reading and caught the following headline:

"Missionaries in Position to Cash In"

That is just horrendous. What a stupid, stupid play on words.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:18 AM | shower me with attention

Monday, November 26, 2001

I made a thingie yesterday. A thingie with green felt. It took me all day, because I am not good with my hands. It's sort of like a green felt wreath, and in the center I pasted this picture, taken during the tour last year. My favourite picture from that time. And then I stuffed the green felt with cotton balls and glued red felty things on it so it looked more like a wreath. Then I hung it up on the wall. I was very proud of myself. I also got to peel lots of Elmer's glue off my fingers, which is one of my favourite things in the world.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:28 AM | shower me with attention

This morning I thought I'd be in all nice and early because Steph drove me to the PATH from Gina's, and I always come in on time when I leave from Joisey.

But, no! said the subway demons. No, we will make you later than ever, by stopping your train at Canal street and making EVERYONE get off and find alternate transportation! Then we'll make your cab driver drop you off six blocks from where you need to be, for no reason whatsoever, and finally we'll make you stupid enough to not know that you're six blocks from where you need to be until it's too late! To top it all off, crowed the subway demons, we'll make you walk past the Graveyard of All Graveyards, just so you can have a nice little jolt of horror before you get to work 45 minutes late.

Can't complain, though. I had just started a new batch of BORING-ASS SHIT when Alex came over and said, "Can I ask you to get off the database for maybe half an hour?"

Hell yes! I'm on a BREAK! Woo hoo!!!

P.S. They put up a big, fat Christmas tree in front of the Stock Exchange. Boy, I really do love the gaudy decorations and crass commercialism of this time of year. It's really my favourite part of Christmas. It makes me feel like a little kid. I love anything that makes me feel like a little kid. I wonder if we'll do Hanukkah this year. Last year some sort of evil brownie snuck into our apartment and broke our menorah. Some sort of anti-semitic goblin or something. You never know what will happen in De-cembly-ember.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:23 AM | shower me with attention