slova ira

based on real and imagined life

He wore a Bugs Bunny & Elmer Fudd tie February 24, 2006

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Because “it’s a conversation starter.”  

He’s not bald. But he is hyper.  He also said that they were right and I was, indeed, a “babe.” Greeeat. 

Here’s his medal for your viewing pleasure:

It’s called the “Ronald Reagan Republican Medal” if you were wondering.

I have to finish my lunch and then use my babe-powers on this dude and hope he can learn my systems…


I finally get to meet you.

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And I *really* don’t want to.

I’m the liason for a third-party group that works with my company. This third-party group works out of Pennsylvania and I’ve only dealt with them over the phone. I’m the designated someone-doesn’t-feel-like-dealing-with-it-so-you-deal-with-it person at work, so that’s how I was so lucky to land this additional obligation.

The guy in charge of this third-party group, we’ll call him Steve, is a hyper, slightly brain-damaged (I’m not even kidding), flirty, and from what I hear – balding man who has a congressional medal with Ronald Reagan’s face on it that he wears at the bar to pick up chicks. Now, I know he has this medal, he e-mailed me a photo of a closeup of the medal. However, he didn’t send a picture of himself wearing it. He also told me there is a pool at the office betting on whether I’m a babe or not. After he told me this, and I was just baffled replying, “Oh, um, okay, I don’t know about that…” he would write in his BUSINESS-RELATED e-mails to me, “Hey “babe”. Yeah – the quotation marks even. He told my rep in Spanish that he wants to make love to her. She likes this, because she’s a recent divorcee. But COME ON. There must be some SERIOUS brain damage.
Ugh. I talk to this guy on a daily basis.

Today he flies in to Austin. He’s coming to my office. I have to talk to him face-to-face while he makes his decision about whether or not I am actually a babe. Strange thing is, I am really being scrupulous about what I wear today. It’s a FRIDAY! I usually wear jeans and a t-shirt. I almost went to Target last night to pick up a new professional looking outfit. WHY?! Why do I give a shit whether he thinks I’m a babe. That’s retarded. I just feel like my space is being invaded and I can’t even relax on my usual do-nothing day of the work week.

Oh, I also have to see his hyperness in action. I have to train him on some computer systems and I really don’t want him all up in my desk space. But I have no choice.

Maybe it won’t be that bad. I’ll keep you posted.


She started it February 2, 2006

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1. Total number of books owned – I don’t know. I have two bookshelves filled, books on dressers, stacked on tables, boxes of books and several out on loan to people.

2. The last book I bought A Mind of Its Own: a Cultural History of the Penis by David M. Friedman which was preceded by the purchase of Stiff: the Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach

3. The last book I read – re-read The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis and Bury Me Standing : The Gypsies and Their Journey by Isabel Fonseca

4. Five books that mean a lot to me – Oy vei, people. I’ll give it a whirl.

1. Crime & Punishment AND 2. Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky:

Both of these stories stuck a deep chord within me. I’ve read nearly all of his writings and these two are my favorites. Hands down. Brothers Karamazov , specifically, drew me in because of the familiarity of the religious setting, and the humanity that collides with it. I felt like he opened a curtain in a world I already lived in (I grew up in Eastern Orthodox) – I saw a lot of truth in his fiction (partially due to the fact that he based one of the characters on a popular neo-saint and partially because he doesn’t have a problem not glorifying the church and at the same time not degrading it). These two hurled me on to greater heights of Russophilia.

3. Geek Love by Katherine Dunn

Aw, the story about beautiful freaks. This one’s close to my heart. The main character, an albino hunchback was a vision of love and sorrows while her brother, a flipper-boy (who she is in love with), frightened and amused me as the story reveals him as a cult leader who manages to proselytize the carnie-wannabes into amputating themselves. Sweet. I laughed, I cried, yada-yada. Screw you guys.

4. Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden

Oh, because I’m a girl. “What if I came to the end of my life and realized that I’d spent every day watching for a man who would never come to me? What an unbearable sorrow it would be, to realize I’d never really tasted the things I’d eaten, or seen the places I’d been, because I’d thought of nothing but the Chairman even while my life was drifting away from me. And yet if I drew my thoughts back from him, what life would I have? I would be like a dancer who had practiced since childhood for a performance I would never give.” I’m a freakin’ romantic. Haven’t seen the movie yet. I want to re-read the book first and it’s out on loan…

5. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

Fucking beautiful. “Follow your dreams” and all that… but it’s so fucking mystical I can’t stand it.