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Thursday, November 02, 2006
They took my coffeepot away today.
Or, rather, they told me I have to get rid of it. This is the coffeemaker I "inherited" from someone who left the company-- she always saw me making my coffee with my little over-the-cup pour-the-boiling-water-in dripper, and on her last day she told me the coffeemaker was mine. The company wants us to buy the horrible coffee for fifty-cents a tiny cup from their hideous, buzzing monster machine, so I was only too happy to have a way to make a pot at a time of whatever coffee I liked. I started making it every day and sharing it with everyone in my department and all of my friends outside the department-- basically, anyone who didn't want to drink the gross fiddy-cent stuff was free to take mine.
This had been going on for month; someone in my department started bringing in Starbucks grounds that her boyfriend got for free, and we all enjoyed the luxurious tastiness of freshly made coffee whenever we wanted, as much as we wanted.
Someone in another department decided to start making her own in a tiny little pot that she would clear away as soon as she was done so as to free the counter space; no one was hurt; everyone got coffee; everyone was happy.
But someone decided that they had to put the smackdown on people... plugging things in... and I got a call today from an Authority who told me the pot had to go.
I am extremely disgruntled. If they think I'm going to start drinking that putrid machine crap, they're wrong; I'll go back to my over-the-cup thing. But I feel bad for all my friends who had been enjoying the free coffee with me. Now they're out of luck.
So that was pretty annoying.
To make the day complete, a guy on the PATH offered me his seat today. I politely declined but I couldn't see any reason why he would offer me his seat, except that he thought I was pregnant.
I'd never been mistaken for pregnant before, at least not to my face, which is so fat that people generally understand that I am just a fat person, not a pregnant person.
Maybe I'm paranoid. Maybe he was just being a gentleman. Can you blame me for being paranoid? They took away my coffee.
(There is an upside: I'm taking the coffeemaker home; no more four-cup coffeemaker for me!) Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:07 PM | shower me with attention
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Northeast Judging by how you talk you are probably from north Jersey, New York City, Connecticut or Rhode Island. Chances are, if you are from New York City (and not those other places) people would probably be able to tell if they actually heard you speak. | Philadelphia | | The Inland North | | The Midland | | The South | | Boston | | The West | | North Central | | What American accent do you have? Take More Quizzes |
I got this from Polly McAffable and it's dead-on right. Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:50 PM | shower me with attention
I am really proud of myself for getting out of bed every day and making it to work and making it through the day.
Way to go, me.
Rabbit rabbit. Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:46 PM | shower me with attention
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Seven people. That's the final count: that's how many people came up to me and said, "Tavie, where's your costume?!"
My third Halloween working there and I've never dressed up and yet somehow, this year, everyone is surprised, everyone has false memories of me dressing up last year. I've cultivated some sort of wacky, office-clown personality without meaning to. Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:25 PM | shower me with attention
Wow, someone on Scrubs really liked Rhett Miller, that's the second song of his I've heard, and I never recognize music on tv.
We went to the supermarket and bought the last, sad pumpkin - greenish and misshapen - and I made Jack.

Happy Halloween. Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:03 AM | shower me with attention
Sunday, October 29, 2006
I got my pictures back from Target - the stingray snorkeling adventure I took, coincidentally, the day before they killed Steve Irwin.
A couple of thumb-in-the-shots, but otherwise they came out well for a disposable underwater camera. Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:07 PM | shower me with attention
One Halloween tradition was watching Disney's Halloween Treat on the Disney Channel. They don't show it anymore, and I know we once had a tape of it made from the tv, but that's lost.
It doesn't feel like Halloween without it. I wish it wasn't out of print. Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:20 PM | shower me with attention

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