Of human sacrifice

I cut myself on envelopes several times today while preparing employee W-2 forms for distribution. I even managed to cut my lip while sealing one. I hope the IRS is happy - they got my money, and today they also got my blood.

To be completely honest...

...Sometimes I really hate my job.

Dinner music.

Our anniversary dinner was spent at a very nice little hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant. The food was fabulous, and you can always tell if you're in a good, authentic Italian eatery - the people in the kitchen are speaking the language and the whole place smells like garlic and olive oil. Our waitress was the owner's daughter, and she said they make everything fresh from scratch. This was not the mass produced stuff like they serve at Carrabba's, for sure. Our new resolution is to eat in non-chain restarants as much as possible. The only unfortunate thing about dinner was the surly elderly man sitting at the table behind my husband. He was the most miserable human being I think I've ever encountered - he had absolutely nothing nice to say about anything. And he did it as loudly and as crudely as he possibly could. He was rude to the waitress. He was mean to the elderly lady having dinner with him. I heard her tell their waitress that he was not her husband, so what the relationship was between them and why she was out in public with the old crusty bastard, I can't even begin to fathom. My husband nicknamed him "Archie Bunker". After dinner we didn't go see a movie. Or walk around the mall. Or even go pier fishing in the cold, drizzly evening (the husband's idea of a romantic night...). Instead, we went home and watched a movie that turned out to not be that funny. But it was a nice change of pace, anyway.

Tomorrow's Monday - already?

Holding on by on a ring and a prayer.

I've been going around for weeks thinking that my 5th wedding anniversary is tomorrow. Turns out is was TODAY. Don't I feel dumb! My husband remembered, and we have plans for tomorrow. Maybe a nice dinner and a movie. I was thinking we'd go see either Night at the Museum (for the T-Rex and some cheap laughs) or maybe Smokin' Aces (for the ensemble cast and arbitrary violent content). If I had my way, we'd be going to see Children of Men, but I don't think my husband would really appreciate the nuances of the story. I think I'd appreciate the nuances of Clive Owen, to be sure. And right now I'm playing "Where on the internet is Megan?". I think I've lost her trail...Wait, wait. I think I've spotted her.

Am I one of these obnoxious people? I don't think I'm quite hip or trendy enoughto be a "hipster", but I may be self-absorbed, middle class and (barely) young enough be termed an "alterna-yuppie". Lets see...listening to bands no one else I know has heard of - check...chunky glasses - check...band tee - check...slouchy posture - check...ironic accesories featuring skulls and hello kitty purchased at stores such as Claires and Hot Topic - check. Yeah. Totally.

"I used to be with it. But then they changed what it was. Now what I'm with isn't it, and what's it seems scary and weird. It'll happen to you!" ~ Grandpa Simpson

I bought a novel from the dollar store titled Nosferatu. It's a fictional account of the life of the director of the silent film. It's a very slim book published in large type, so it shouldn't take very long to read. Also, since it was a dollar I won't be too pissed if it sucks. I'm also still reading Michael Chrichton's global warming denial novel, State of Fear (global warming seems to be the de rigueur hot button issue these days - thanks Al Gore!). It's so slowly paced. Which means it's boring. Chrichton does make some valid ponts, though, and he actually cites sources and references. So that's refreshing. If a little dull...

A few drinks, some saucy remarks

Dinner with the Millers tonight. Also known as TMI Wednesday (unless we have dinner with them some other night of the week - then it's known as TMI [insert day of the week - preferably a day beginning in "t" because then you have alliteration! - here]...).

One of the admins who works over in another department in my building keeps hassling me because he wants to read my blog. I accidently let slip that I had a blog during a conversation with some of my co-workers that he was a party to. His first reaction was "You're the last person I'd figure would have a blog". I'm not entirely sure what he meant by that. Then he asked how to find it. And he keeps asking. Every time he sees me. And my response is very vague - "it's on the internet..." - but he hasn't gotten the hint. Now it's sort of a personal joke for him to ask when he sees me in the hall, and he acts like he's trying to trick me into telling him - "Hey, Maus, what's the name of your blog, again, www.somethingsomething?". Personally, it's getting annoying. This is a (mostly) anonymous thing that I do here. There are only a few people that I've directed here to partake in my little corner of the internet. I certainly wouldn't have someone I work with read my posts that feature me making fun of the other people I work with.


I want to blog about the State of the Union (what, pray tell, does Global Warming have to do with the price of tea in China, so to speak? *also, see my oh so timely post from yesterday*) and watching American Idol with the sound off at the gym last night but I guess that'll have to wait until later. Ciao.