Friday, August 19, 2005

Harry Potter is making me crazy.

If you don't care about Harry Potter, I suggest you turn back now. This post will only annoy you and expose the fact that I am a total nerd. Thank you for your understanding. I understand that your morbid curiosity will make you read this no matter what disclaimer I give you, so YOU can thank me for that. Proceed!

It is a sad day when a children's book makes you question your sanity. This "sad day" has actually turned into more of a "sad last few months" for me.

I dont know why it has hit me so hard all of the sudden. The first 5 books had little to no effect on me. Don't get me wrong...I enjoyed them immensely. They didn't, however, make me write an odd and unsettling blog entry about how they are slowly causing my mental demise. That honor has been left for "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince."

Was HBP better than any of the other books? No, not really. I don't personally consider any book in the series to be superior to the others. I think this book just came at a bad time for me...a time when my job was/is leaving me much to be desired and my mental state is very little clearer than a pile of mud. My brain is vulnerable. My brain wants to be filled with anything but reality. Oy, Harry Potter!

I have read nothing but Harry Potter books since HBP came out. I can't read anything else! It has been suggested to me that I find another series to interest myself with, but that simply will not do. I have placed my fragile psyche solely on the written words of J.K. Rowling, and I'm afraid that is where it must stay. It has to stay there.

The fourth movie will be out in November, just in time for my birthday. What a gift! My sanity delivered to me in 2 hours and 20 minutes of CGI and sub-par acting. I am nothing short of elated at this thought. I wish I could say that was meant to be sarcastic, but it most certainly was not.

The husband put my books away on the bookshelf the other day...I almost had a heart attack. The thought of them being stuffed away where I couldn't see them was almost unbearable. What the hell is wrong with me?

Maybe a day will come when my dependency is severed...I'm sure that day will come, in fact. But for now, I must resign myself to the fact that I am slowly going crazy and there is nothing I can do to hault the inevitable but read the same 6 books over and over again. Oh happy day!

On a much more disturbing note, this is what kind of shipper ("ship" is short for relationship--shippers are people who support a particular "ship") a quiz (very accurate, I presume...) has found me to be:
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Oh my....

I have problems.

Friday, August 12, 2005

This is nothing fancy.

Welcome to the welfare office!
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(I don't actually work in this particular office. In my office, we don't have the luxury of being behind glass.)

This is why my job sucks THIS WEEK:

1. One of my coworkers has been out for 5 days. No one knows why. My supervisor has been trying to reach her at home all week, but no one has answered. Rumor has it, this coworker likes to call in sick and then visit her sister in California. I'm not going to make assumptions, but I think that this coworker is making an "ass" out of "u" and "me."

2. Because this coworker is gone, I had to cover for her on Wednesday. I had to sit in the lobby and hand out mail to the homeless people--this is not the bad part. The bad part is, I had to witness a five year old girl vomit all over our lobby. She was the friend of one of our client's daughter. The client came up to me and said, "She ate an entire can of vienna sausages before she came here." Lovely. It looked like the ham dip my husband used to be fond of, and it was 5 feet away from me. The little girl was vomiting as she walked, leaving a trail of pink goo everywhere she went. She couldn't even tell anyone her name because she would throw up whenever she opened her mouth.

3. One of our LTE's had to hand out the homeless mail yesterday. A client came up to her and demanded to have his mail; he did not have his ID with him. The LTE informed him that EVERYONE must have a photo ID to pick up mail. He turned his neck to her and showed her a tattoo of his name on his neck. "This is my ID," he said. This all ocurred while my supervisor was standing mere inches away. The LTE said, "I don't care what you have on your neck. Without a photo ID, you're not getting any mail." He mumbled something about never having to show anyone ELSE his ID and walked out. My supervisor didn't say a word--she's really not very useful.

4. Yesterday, the LTE and I had to deliver paper to the numerous printers in our building. This responsibility used to belong to an employee that is no longer working with us. My supervisor forgot to assign this duty to anyone else; she did not notice until every printer was completely out of paper. Each box weighs over 50 pounds. There were 60 boxes. My back is very sore today.

5. In the back room, we have two baskets that people put documentation in that needs to be scanned. One is labeled "New Intakes", the other "Additional Documentation." These are two very different things. The LTE found in the Additional Documentation basket about 20 folders that were clearly supposed to be in the New Intake basket. When confronted, the worker who put the folders in the basket remarked, "The Intake basket was full, so I put them in the other basket." Who tells people they can just make up their own procedures?

The good news is, I have a job interview on Tuesday. Perhaps the gods will smile on me.