Tuesday, July 31, 2007

SRT #48

I hate public bathrooms. Why are the bodily functions involving the most vulnerability on public display? I'm not leaving stall doors open or anything, but my GOD, can I just get some alone time? I don't need to hear someone else's stream of pee nor the plop of their poo; and if I can hear them, they can hear me. Worst feeling EVER. Ugh. So gross.

Is there a reason why the stalls can't extend from the floor to the ceiling? Was there a shortage of materials? This design flaw accounts for much of my reluctance to use public bathrooms. If these things were turned into actual rooms, I'd be much happier. In addition to the sound aspect, it removes the possibility of being identified via the shoes; and with shoes as bright as some of mine are, this is a very real danger. I can only imagine the ramifications:

FELLOW URINATOR: Someone with bright green shoes was peeing for literally seven minutes. What did she drink and why was it all coming out at once?
URINATOR'S CO-WORKER: What a freakshow.
5 PM at the elevator
FELLOW URINATOR: *whispers* Look! It's the freakshow.
URINATOR'S CO-WORKER: Strange. She doesn't look like a sponge.
ME: :(
So I've never actually peed for seven minutes, but sometimes it really felt like it.* In any case, I do not like that I can be identified during a time that no one needs to be witnessing. I get pee-shy. Don't judge me.

* That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

ADDENDUM: In discussing the remodeling of offices today, my boss mentioned that he can hear the toilets in the women's bathroom from our small library. I. am. so. self-conscious.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

I'm Working On It

I haven't been able to play with my camera as often as I'd like to, but I really need to work on seeing shots where I normally wouldn't see them. For example, this is a nice shot:

From shutter~log by St├ęphane Alaimo

When I look at it now, I realize that I'm probably just walking by excellent photo opportunities every day. Le sigh. Perhaps this will change over time, but for now, I'm just super-jealous.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007


Rain on a good hair day. This sucks.

ADDENDUM: Of course the moment I am able to get out of the rain, it stops. Mother Nature is a jerk.

SRT #47

Is it bad that during dinner plan discussion, I had an incredibly hard time controlling my snickers so that my co-workers would not hear them through the thin thin walls? Here are the statements that required the closing of the office door:
she wants to eat salad and some sort of meat...
can you think of anything fun we can do with salad and meat
Why don't people understand that I have the maturity of a 12-year-old boy* and censor their thoughts/words accordingly?

* As well as the body. Might as well beat you to the joke. You know who you are.

Friday, July 20, 2007

I Love My Country

This is perhaps the most GLORIOUS YouTube video of all time. I was literally squealing with delight upon viewing this.

I love being Filipino. This is totally worth all the embarrassing stereotypes.

Monday, July 16, 2007

Things My Less-Than-22-Year-Old Self Would Hate Me For

1. I actually said this about my wardrobe/wardrobe preferences: I think I'm more golf than tennis. Ugh. I would have been stabbed.

2. I browsed through Teen Vogue and knew who these fucking designers were.

3. I have a nice collection of Nike Dunks and Air Force 1s that barely get worn anymore.

There are more offences to be listed, but I cannot think of them now. They are behaviors so natural to me that I can't even fathom the young me disliking them, but she definitely would. Perhaps I will elaborate when the mood strikes me. Perhaps I will not. It will be an adventure.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Must I Work Now?

My job has suddenly decided to block most navigation within a top-tier shopping site. I feel like throwing up. I suppose it's only a matter of time before all of my favorite places are blocked. No more ordering shoes/jeans/t-shirts at work. I don't know what they expect me to do to pass the time anymore. I get paid to sit in this office with a computer connected to the intertubes. Of course I'm going to shop. Money + internet access = a collection of wonderful things. I can only hope that this is a terrible terrible mistake. Perhaps it will only block things that start with the www1? I am able to click on direct links sent to me, but further navigation is blocked by firedemons. I'm at a loss as to how to move on from this.

Is this perhaps just a general change in the system? The firewall has been very inconsistent in my time here. Sometimes style.com is blocked, and sometimes I can wander through it just fine. All I can do now is hope against hope that the biggest drain on my wallet will be returned to me (during work hours).