01:01am 06/12/2004
  So thank you everyone for my date advice.  I s'pose I should give the update!
The background again:  First date he was quiet and reserved and I thought he was boring.  Second date he was a bit more interesting, said flat out he thought I was pretty and stuff, and wanted to kiss me.  Thought everything was good and that he'd be more relaxed.

Basically, when I first walked out my door, there were no smiles from him, no looking me in the eye when he said hello or talked to me or anything nice like that.  That's the way it was the first 2 times, but I truly thought it was shyness...time to get over it and make some eye contact, dude.
It was almost as if he was upset about something and I pressed about what was wrong and he said something about almost getting in an accident in jersey.  I have a feeling driving in Philly makes him nervous too.
We drove down to Old City because I thought we'd see Bridget Jones at the Ritz.  We got there and it was pretty crowded...we ended up driving up 3rd street, crossing over market, and he parked in a lot because he would rather park in a lot than drive around for 30 minutes. I am sooo the opposite. 
Lucky for me, it was First Friday!!  I totally forgot about it until I saw all the kids walking around, talking about art stuff and being arty.  We went into a couple places, and I specifically took us to Clay because it's pretty consistently interesting and easy to understand for the layman (in my opinion...it's a little strange, but not freakishly off the wall).  I guess he enjoyed it...it's hard to tell.  But a couple hours later he told me he was really into Surrealist and Dali and once had to make a Surrealist movie for class.  That would have been great conversation to have while walking through art galleries, actually. /sarcasm

The galleries were closing and we walked to the Ritz where Bridget Jones was.  It wasn't on for another 50 minutes, so we walked around Old City for a while.  He said that his friends never like to come out and do stuff, if he was with his friends he'd never get to walk around like this.  That was his half of the conversation.  Mine was going, "I've been there, I've been there, Have you ever been there? Their bar looks like wood, but it's actually styrofome!"  It was a really nice walk for me because I am proud that I really have been lots of places down there, which is my goal and something I pride myself on...trying new things and feeling comfortable at the same time...breaking out of my comfort zone, etc. 

Some highlights for my close friends:
Helena's looks like a bombed out building.
Billy Wongs is Closed and is now a place called Mint.  Frank still works there.  How weird!  It's all green in there, from what I could see...and makes me think of toothpaste and gum.  I wonder if it smells minty.  Hm.

Bridget Jones wasn't as good as the book.  Wait for the DVD.  She was a bit too pathetic rather than just being nervous.  Then it got overly romantic.  And Renee Zellweger looks bad, but is still the perfect Bridget Jones.

After the movie, I figured I might as well have a couple drinks with him, so we went to Bishops, which was stupid, then to London, which was nice.  As soon as he went off to the bathroom, some guy came up and talked to me, OF COURSE.  Oh, well.  Then we went back to my place and I let him kiss me.  The end.
Oh.  When I said, thank you for a lovely evening. *smile* He says, "Yeah...I'll call you sometime."

Eh, whatever.  I can't stand the complete lack of personality.  I don't think he's gonna call me again but if he does, I think I'm done wth that one.


In other news, I had a wonderful dinner with my parents and the Bodines, who they brought to the Philly Pops show today.  We went to Marathon on the Square.  My dad really liked it, especially since the prices were reasonable.  I love that place, I'm so happy we went there!!  Then I walked them through Rittenhouse Square, and they loved the lights, but the tree wasn't lit.  Boo.

Also, my cat keeps squirting stuff and I'm having a MAJOR problem with that.  It's all I could do to not let her out the back door into the freezing cold.

I should go to bed, but as per my usual, I was tired at 9pm, but not at 1am.  Just great.		  
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12:24am 06/12/2004
  I want this for Christmas...



It's the rabbit with pointy teeth from Monty Python and the Holy Grail!!  I should get it for my sister, but the dog might eat it.  Plus, I think my bed needs one REAL BAD.


I want to make this, but I don't know how to make the ribs along the corner.  Hm...
  
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10:58am 03/12/2004
  My cat is in heat. Fuuuuck.

Oh, but I booked my flight to Manchester!! Woo!!!		  
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12:17am 03/12/2004
  So the date for Friday night called to confirm tonight and said, "So I'll come over and we'll just play it by ear." As though playing it by ear is something you do. An activity. Or maybe it's code for "Watch a movie on the sofa and probably make out, possibly better."
So I told him excitedly that I'd really like to go out! Down to Old City maybe! To see a movie at the Ritz! Then maybe we can get some dinner?!
No, no dinner. He will come get me at 8. I was looking forward to dinner, too! Ah, well. I don't know if he was upset by the change of plans or not. But as a lot of people have said to me, there is an entire lifetime of playing it by ear and watching tv.

And you know what, if he didn't show up tomorrow I wouldn't be too upset cuz I'm pretty tired from the show-week already.

Can you see me already writing this dude off? What is my problem?!


There was a little staff party at the Kimmel for Scott Gainsburg's going away. Very sad, but he's very lucky he's moving to Australia. Janice Price gave a sweet speech, and Steve did too...they both cried, especially Steve. And he went over to his fake friends for support instead of his staff. Whatever. I did get to meet some people though, like Naomi and someone from Philadanco and a bunch of others. Peggy Amsterdam from the cultural alliance brought a bunch of those little koalas that grip onto things, which was adorable!
The Pops, especially, will miss Scott whole bunches.

Must sleep. Ugh.		  
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01:58am 02/12/2004
  Can you believe this? I got a new phone from Verizon. *gasp!*
Today my screen stopped lighting up right away when I opened the damn thing. So I walked up to 17th and Market, determined to get this and the other crap taken care of finally. I walked up to the repair guy and told him, I have 3 problems. 1, it takes too long to connect. 2, it drops almost all the calls I make and constantly goes in and out of service. 3, the screen started lighting up.
So he begins working on it and, thank god, the screen actually doesn't light up. With my luck, it would have all acted perfectly when I got to the damn store. Then, I guess there is some sort of call log and he said, "I see that you have an unusual amount of dropped calls. We're going to give you a new phone."

Oh! OK!! I could barely contain my joy and amazement. They were actually replacing my phone for free!! It took 10 minutes, and all my phone numbers were programmed, and I was ready to rock and roll.

I can barely believe it. Yay for Verizon for replaing my crappy phone...it better effing work.

Tonight was the first night of Holiday Pops...lots of stuff happening. I COMPLETELY forgot to get our Board Chair. Ack. Luckily, the ushers are awesome and took him downstairs, then I took him back up. I can't believe I forgot he was here. It's mostly because he hasn't been to a show since I started working here. He's looking pretty rough, too. Very sad. And he said to me, "Suzanne! How are you?!" And I said "Good! How are you?!" You know, the way you normally treat a person. When he is obviously sick and dying. But he said, "Good!" So I knew that acting that way was the correct thing to do. Poor guy.

Then we had pub quiz and only got second because our name was not as good as the team name, "Rock Out with your Cock Out." That's bullshit, and not a creative name at all. Boo.

So now I go to bed and pray I get up on time to do the whole show thing again!!

Thank you for everyone's advice, btw...I'm gonna respond individually as soon as I get the chance! You guys RULE!		  
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12:10am 01/12/2004
  Wanna give me some advice?

I'm going on a third date with a guy who for some reason likes me a whole bunch. And he's only met me twice and talked on the internet a few times. He's cool...a little reserved, but he'll losen up. And if he doesn't, then goodbye. (At this point, I'm truly not giving a crap about boyfriends and relationships, so whatever.) Anyway, he has been asking, 'hey, do you always like to go out, or do you like to stay in and just watch a movie sometimes?' And I said yeah I like to stay in a decent amount. So we have plans to hang out on Friday, and we were just gonna "play it by ear." He offered to bring over a movie.

Oh, and we did kiss on the second date a little bit.

I'm thinking that maybe we should go out and get dinner and see a movie rather than being together on a couch...am I being too much of a wuss to feel like that's more pressure than I really want at the moment? When you're a couple, alone in the apartment, it's almost like there are expectations... I think I might end up putting pressure on myself, so we should not spend the night in the apartment. I just don't feel like going too fast.

Any thoughts? Am I being a wuss? Maybe playing a little hard-to-get, even? Hm. Why can't this crap be easy...		  
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12:00am 01/12/2004
  It's December now.
Sheesh, I think life needs to slow down a little bit.
I have no idea what I am getting people for Christmas. Not one inkling except I want to get my sister something for her new truck. Yes, she bought a truck. And an amazingly appropriate sticker for it that says RDNX. Or I will get her something kitchy and horsey. There was a horse rug at Urban Outfitter's, but it is not acceptable because her horse is a different color than the rug horse. Actually, I should go through the antique shops and try to find some cool stuff for her there. Of course, it will probably be overpriced because that's what antiques are all about, but whatever. Then I could walk to South Street from there. Oooh...sounds like a good plan!

Tomorrow is our first concert of our Holiday Pops series. It will be a long-ass day. We have a party before the concert (which I planned, thankyouverymuch), then an intermission party. I thought I would leave after intermission to go directly to Pub Quiz, but then we may have changed the night we are giving the bouquet to our guest singer, Faith Prince. So I guess I'll just have to walk down to Pub Quiz in my nice clothes for an hour, then give the flowers, then go back! I was kidding around with Steven today and told him that it's the only perk of my job, to give the flowers to the guest artist and walk out on stage. That used to be my only perk. Now I have a couple more. :)

It's been so nice out...like, almost warm. And tomorrow it's going to be cold and rainy and windy and all hell. I will not be happy wearing a skirt. Yuck. And I have no more good sweaters left so the morning is going be a lot of stressful picking out of clothes, and I will probably end up with 12 outfits. Hehehe. Sooo picky. :)


Oh! There is an article coming out in the Inquirer on Monday about young adults with cancer. I was supposed to be interviewed for it by this one writer, but she hasn't called me. I think their deadline is usually Wednesday or Thursday by 3, so too bad, I guess. That would have been nice.
But the PR person at Thomas Jefferson Hospital asked if I'd be interested in doing a radio interview on WRTI/NPR! I forget who the person is...I think she's on at 6am or something. That would be really cool to do.
I need to put into words some of my feelings about being a young person with cancer. I would guess they want to hear about self-image stuff, relationships, being at the beginning of your life and getting sidetracked so badly. I may talk about my problems at Drexel lately, but I would hate to get in trouble. And I would want to say how great my employer was. I'll think about this some more...very cool if I get to do it. :)		  
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12:08am 30/11/2004
  So everyone who was sick 10 days ago is getting sick again. Scott is all snotty. Michelle is losing her voice. I was sneezing last night and this morning. Guess I better go grab some Zicam or something like that. Sheesh.

I don't remember if I mentioned on here or not that I got a letter from Drexel on Wednesday (yeah, nice of you guys to send it the day before a long weekend so I can ream you out Monday morning when you are all nice and fresh). The letter said that I am not eligible for financial aid because I am on some kind of academic probation. It said I have a GPA below a 3.0 and have not completed 80% of the classes I signed up for.

If you know me, you know that my GPA has never gone below a 3.0. God forbid. Seriously.

This all goes back to July, 2003, when I was diagnosed with a serious, life-threatening disease. I didn't break a damn nail or get a house in the Hamptons and not feel like going to school during the summer. Uh uh. And I made at least 5 calls to financial aid along with other departments to tell them that I have this serious disease but plan to come back to school when I feel better and finish up the work I was forced to stop. There is no medical leave at Drexel. I did my part to inform them, but it didn't matter. First, I got Fs in the classes. I was able to get them changed to INCs or INPs (Incomplete or In-Progress). Then, when I went to sign up for classes, I found out that I couldn't because I had not been taking classes in over a year and had to be "readmitted." Ok, fine. I retook my technology class and got an A. But my transcript still shows an F, which makes sense since it was a different class altogether, I guess, being that it was a different year. I called the department and had my teacher submit the paperwork for a grade change. I thought that part was taken care of until I got that letter and re-checked my transcript. Still an F. Well, the department told me it would take a couple months, but when I called today to check the status of it, the girl put me on hold to look for it, then said, "um...it's gonna take us a lot longer to find it than I thought. Can I call you back later?"

I am translating this to mean "We lost it but we are too chickenshit to tell you." I called the Grade Change office and they said that once they receive grade change paperwork, it's fixed within 48 hours. But they had no idea what the process was before those papers got to them. My conclusion: Everyone is dumb and no one gives a shit what the other is doing.

I talked to a lady at financial aid and went on and on about how I had cancer, I didn't break a nail, I made tons of calls to try and inform the university of this situation so I wouldn't have problems in the future, I only have 3 classes to go, yadda yadda. The lady said that fine, she will make sure I have my loans for the winter term.

So that better happen, biotch.

I'm pretty hepped up about this, but I think I kept my cool pretty well. No use in yelling at people, especially when the system is not exactly easy to figure out. I am formulating a letter to the President of the college just to inform him of this crap. I understand why policies are in place, but there are extenuating circumstances, and I don't feel that all of this bullshit is fair to go through for anyone.

Then, I called about the PET Scan that the insurance company is once again trying to deny. They said there was no pre-cert, then the pre-cert didn't get to them on time, then the address was wrong. I called and the lady told me they are waiting for more information from the provider. Uh...ok... And she didn't see any of those codes I just described on the claim. She put me on hold again and I just hung up. I guess I can't worry about it until I get a bill from Booth, which I haven't yet.

Speaking of things I haven't gotten, this wig seller is pissing me off because she's not being helpful anymore. She says she's taken care of it, but the insurance company says she hasn't. And she has not once returned a phone call. God, I wish I had a car and knew what day she worked. Time to get mom involved I guess, and time to start freaking out.

In better news, I have a date on Friday night and I will get kissed. Oh, and it's Pub Quiz happy fun time where I'll be all dressed up after work and may get made fun of. Pleeeeease get a table, guys. I'm gonna be wearing a skirt and nice shirt and sitting at the bar ain't gonna work so well. :)		  
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12:45am 29/11/2004
  Sometimes iTunes makes such a perfect mix of songs that it's very hard to turn the music off, even if it's 1 am-ish and i have to work tomorrow.
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10:00pm 28/11/2004
  Mandy's away message is up but she's on a plane right now.

Ha.

I'm bored. That is all.		  
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01:45pm 27/11/2004
  I have a whole ton of pictures from last night's Mandy-is-Home-oh-and-it's-someone-i-don't-know's-birthdayParty.Woo!






This is the story of Mandy's Hello-Goodbye party.  [info]johnhutch hosted it along with his 12-million roommates (at least, that's what it seemed from the tour!)
( PARTY!! )
  
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04:44pm 26/11/2004
  I have been a big slug.
Wednesday night we went to the Washington Township High School reunion that was PJ Whelihan's. Only $5 to get it! Jeezy Creezy. We got there "early" but it was packed already. Saw lots of people we knew, and realized that Wash Twp has a lot of very attractive guys. Who would not come near me with a 10-foot pole normally, but were forced to push past me for the majority of the night. Devon Bergman was there but left without being a decent enough human being to come over and fucking say hello. What a douche. He just wanted to get laid, and I hope he was unsuccessful. :P I really wanted to see him only to point out that everyone untucks their buttondowns on the east coast because IT IS HOT. People wouldn't notice his beer belly if he did that instead of tucking in. *Awwww shit!*
The band with lots of Twp people in it was playing and they were pretty good. I had a lot better time than I thought I would and we stayed until almost 1:30, when I planned to leave 2 hours before that if it was beat. I talked to Renee Spurio and Mike Bocchino for a while. Mike gave me a hug...don't know why. ABBY SMITH GOT FAT!! A couple people had thinner hair, but some look exactly the same, which was ridiculous. Oh, and Andy Craig bought Scott a beer for some reason. Weird.
I also got to see a guy punch a mirror. I guess his girlfriend was pissing him off? He punch it, it shattered, and the bouncer was like yo dude you have to leave and the guy was kinda looking at him like, 'i'm fine' when he had blood pouring down his hand and all over the floor. It was ridiculous and Mandy missed it, which sucked.

Anyway. Back to being a slug.
I helped out with some stuff around the house Thursday morning and ruined a crab dip by putting the amount of salt the recipe asked for, which was an ungodly amount. Yeah, I cried over that one because I felt bad. But we didn't end up needing it anyway. We had an extra person--my cousin Greg, who walked out of his sister's house (Gail) because she was being bitchy. We hate Gail whole bunches. The food was good and I tried not to eat too much, but I had to get more stuffed shells over and over.
I got ridiculously tired I had to go lay down on the sofa for a while. I almost felt like I was having a chemo flash back because last holiday I was all drugged and sickly. Or maybe I really was that tired.
Today I am still a slug but I went to the Acme and got lots of stuff, and saved lots of money at the same time. That's all I did today besides go through some picture albums to bring back with me. I didn't want to go shopping and I don't even know what I want to get for people yet.

Tonight is drinks with Kim, Vlad, et al, then hopefully going back to Jersey to hang out with Mandy and some people from high school til I have to say goodbye. Boooo.

TOMORROW I GO BACK TO THE GYM.
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08:16pm 22/11/2004
  It's Gala Time!!



( Have I got lots of pictures for you!! )
This is the worst picture of Steven I have ever seen:


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Thanks for taking a look at my big, huge, lovely pics! It was a great night. Unfortunately, I have to say that the photographer SUCKED. The lighting was either too dark or flash was too bright in every picture. OR, things were out of focus. I don't believe that he truly captured the magic of that night. Ah, well. It was still great.		  
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BEST WEEK EVAR!   
11:02pm 21/11/2004
  It is only Sunday, but already this is shaping up to be the best week ever! I had a lovely and lazy Sunday at home where I went out to breakfast, did 7 loads of laundry and chilled. Then, around 7 o'clock Trish called me. Kinda odd since it's a Sunday night, but whatever. She told me to go to my front door, so I did, thinking she was out front and the doorbell wasn't working. Well, she wasn't out front.

It was Mandy.

MANDY IS HOME FROM ENGLAND!!!!!!!!

EEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Thinking about seeing her at my door still makes me cry. All I've wanted in the last few months was to see her face and hear her voice.

I opened the door and there she was, with her coy little smile, short black hair and pea coat. I hugged her sooo hard and just started crying because i was so happy. I was like 'oh my god oh my god i can't believe you're here. *sob*' I was all shaky.

I gave her the grand tour of my place, and we sat down for a while. She got to catch up on her Road Rules Challenge 2. Then she went home because she was getting tired from the time difference.

I'M SO HAPPY!! I feel like I really need her to be here right now. I may not get the chance to have one of our deep conversations, but that's ok. We're gonna get Fado food on Tuesday, Wednesday is up for grabs I think, Friday is some sort of Twp. gathering and Saturday is whatever she wants to do.

Thank you Mandy and thank you Tricia for doing such an awesome job at keeping this secret and giving me what is truly the best surprise of my life. This is gonna be the best week EVAR!		  
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05:07pm 21/11/2004
  I found this picture the other day. It's a view from Rembrandt's restaurant, across the street. My house is the one that looks yellow and has an arrow pointing to it. It's actually white, not yellow, and there isn't really an arrow there.


Yay Philly!


So, the Gala once again, this time in easy-to-swallow, bite-sized pieces.

- My dress was an absolute hit, and not getting my hair professionally done was no big deal at all.
- I wore a $10,000 mink fur coat for 2 hours as well as $10,000 in rolex watches.
- I didn't get any appetizers or many drinks and they had no fish dish for me to have instead of filet. I did get to eat purple potatoes.
- My silent auction was quite successful, and I can't wait to find out how much money we raised.
- Peter thanked me from the stage at the end of the night (along with all the staff) but I was not in the room at the time. Boo.
- The room itself was gorgeous and it was a fabulous night.

The best part--my boss offered me to take Monday off but I declined. He has offered me Wednesday off and I am definitely going to accept that! Yay for extra-long weekends!

Wait. That's not the best part. The best part is that I learned a lot and did a great job and got lots of compliments and the attention of a lot of important people. Huzzah!

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01:33am 21/11/2004
  ( This is an entire post about the gala that is very long, so I will spare those of you who don't give a shit, and cut it for ya. )  
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01:34am 20/11/2004
  This is unbelieveable. I can't stop coughing and I have NOTHING to take for it. Just some shitty cough drops that only work when they are in your mouth. Ugh. I need sleep tonight!!!  
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11:46pm 19/11/2004
  I can't wait for tomorrow.
Even though I can't talk and I'm sniffly and coughing, I am looking forward to tomorrow. I think a lot of it has to do with my fabulous dress. I'm excited to go to a Gala. Most of all, I can't wait for all my hard work to pay off. I really have busted my ass for a lot of the gala elements to go right, and I am proud of all the things I've learned and gotten better at in only a couple months. And in the last month. I am still messy, but I'm pretty organized! I haven't lost anything!

I wish I could go to the Arts Administration lecture/seminar thingy on Dec.6. It's about special events. I will be at my special event that night, so too bad for that. I really have a whole lot to contribute, too. Especially for all the idealistic kids. I wanna slap some reality at them. Well, my reality.

Maria faked sick yesterday. She was perfectly fine today. I was going to ask her how she felt but decided that she would take that as my actually caring rather than being a bitch. She bugged me for all those fucking numbers and now she's not gonna use them. A couple time she asked me what I needed done. Which was nice, I guess, but nothing that shits out of her mouth is ever actually said in a nice tone. She was bugging me about a bunch of things, then she asked me again about what needed to be done, and I said "nothing yet the programs are getting here around 2." And she said, "well. what are we going to have to do to them?" in her indignant tone. I said, "I'll tell you at 2." and turned my chair back to what I was doing. She did a loud huff and stormed away.
I mean...I'm insanely busy today. I don't have time to explain to you that the program will go inside a black piece of paper and have a silver band around the end. Because then you will ask additional questions like 'where are we getting the band' or 'who is printing the program' as though they matter at all to you. Oh, and in case you didn't notice, I HAVE NO VOICE! It's half gone! I struggle to talk! I refuse to waste my breath with you anymore. ( More Maria rage )
End of Rant.

I actually kinda wish my parents could come tomorrow, but they don't have black tie-type clothes. And I would have loved for my mom to help me with stuff, but she was always busy the day I could have used her help. Plus, I feel bad because she doesn't know the city very well and I think she would be scared to try and park or take the train alone. She could barely make it onto 676 when she drove home from my house. Also, I feel bad having her help on an event that she won't be attending...she would like to make some sort of contribution to the pops in terms of her time since they get lots of tickets. So one day maybe she'll be able to come in and stuff envelopes or something.

I should try and sleep since it's a long day tomorrow. Wish me luck! I'll have lots of pictures as soon as I can. :)		  
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11:54pm 18/11/2004
  Today wasn't really a bad day. It had its moments, but such is life.
I could not sleep last night. I began losing my voice as the night wore on, which I expected. But I have no idea why at 5AM I was awake and turning in my bed. I was trying to get myself back to sleep, but it just was not happening. At 6AM I decided to try and read myself back to sleep with my Jon Stewart book. When I read before going to bed, anything can make me sleepy. It didn't. I read until 7:20 and decided that rather than try to go to sleep at this point, I would get up and go to work. I mean, I had a ton of stuff to do so I might as well get started, you know?
I got to work at 8:30. The office opens at 10.
Needless to say, Steven was verrrry happy. He wishes I did that every day and talked about how much he loves getting to work early because he can get so much done. I'd love to be able to do that, but I just am not a morning person in any way. I am trying to make myself into one and get into a better routine by getting up at a decent hour on the weekends, but I really love my Daily Show. I can't go to bed before that.
He gave me a lot of compliments and told me I am doing a great job with everything. That made me extremely happy. Later, he said that he doesn't feel concerned about the gala, that he feels like everything is going to run smoothly, and I realized that I totally agree with that. I don't feel anxious like I'm missing something. I feel confident the event will run smoothly, particularly the stuff I took care of.

Steven and I must have been sharing a brain today because at least 3 times we had the exact same thought. It was creepy. I guess I'm really getting to know his tastes and the way he feels about things...or we just happen to be having the same reaction.
We made signs this morning for the office that have a countdown to the Gala. That was fun. We wasted about half an hour doing that.
Then I got a chance to work on a little bit of design stuff, which makes me quite happy. I wish I could have gotten back to it!

The day was a flurry of activity. I was croaking my way through conversations as best I could, too. I don't feel sick at all, really. I just have stuff constantly dripping down the back of my throat. I began to feel quite run down at the end of the day, right as I needed to focus on silent auction stuff.

Most everyone was pitching in to help with gala stuff. As a matter of fact, Steven sent out an email that said that everyone is to listen to me and do what I need them to do for the gala for the next two days. Signed, "Suzanne's gala bitch-boy." I'll have to put up the whole email because it was funny. This came about because Matt was doing work for Maria that was completely unrelated to Gala stuff. I asked them both if this was priority and they said yes. I asked Steven if it was an he said absolutely not, then sent out that email.
Maria has been bugging me for contact information for people the society press would be interested in. I got it together as soon as I could and gave it to her. I don't think I saw her pick up the phone once. When I was talking to her later she asked if I had a cold, and said that her husband sounded the same way last week and her throat was feeling scratchy.

Here is the best, and most unbelieveable, part.

While Steve and I were meeting with our event planner to go over a bunch of final details, she told Matt or Michelle that she was feeling sick to her stomach and had to go home. Didn't bother telling Steve. I didn't even see her leave the building. Before she left, she had the BALLS OF STEEL to ask Michelle if we were going to be doing anything to get ready for the Gala tomorrow. Oh, my fucking god, do you not pay attention to jack shit? I nearly wrote her a fucking invitation to help us put together programs. Because I'm convinced that's what she wants for everything. Rather than pitch in and help, she needs to be properly asked. And even when she is told something via email, she ignores it and claims she didn't get it.
Kim and Michelle are pretty well convinced that her asking a question like that means she's just fishing to see if she can get out of the work. Steven was livid and plans to seriously talk to her about it tomorrow. He better do it, too.
There isn't a lot of sympathy for a little tummy upset. I mean, christ, I could hardly talk for the entire day. She has seen Steven come in on some awful days. I worked through chemo. So she better be pretty fucked up if she calls out tomorrow.
Actually, I hope she calls out so she can be fired. Ugh.		  
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12:31am 18/11/2004
  I'm not so much pissed about having a cold as much as I am pissed about doing all this hard work for Saturday's Gala and not being able to appreciate it. I would like to feel like I'm in good shape, but instead I am coughing and can barely talk. Maybe people will take pity on me in that case!

I had a mini-breakdown today when I called Zinman Furs to ask them about a fur coat that one of our committee members said she had gotten donated, but when I talked to the lady there she had no idea what I was talking about. I was getting upset and she told me not to get mad that we would figure this out and she would definitely take care of it. She was firm, but awesome because she made me feel so much better and much less like killing the person who said she set it up but left all the bitch work to me. This lady actually talked me down from calling her. Thank goodness. And thank goodness the Rolex watches worked out without any snags. Sheesh.

The other difficult part of my day was not necessarily all the shit that I had to keep straight that kept getting thrown at me, but delegating to Matt stuff that I needed done but didn't have time for. I handed him a bunch of envelopes I simply wanted him to make an Excel spreadsheet of the names and addresses of. He writes down on a post it note for himself "Excell Addy's Names" because looking at the fucking pile wouldn't jog his goddamn memory. Then when I told him I needed it ASAP, he rolled his fucking eyes at me. So I yelled at him. "What else do you have to do?" He had to look up 7 addresses, all of which can be found in the GPCA guide to the city. It took him 4 hours to complete this, with the last address being found because I held his hand through a fucking google search for a name.

Steven heard me yell about it and it only gave more points against the guy. I think Steven was proud of me for being bitchy back, since it was quite appropriate. God, Matt even stopped answering the phones for 15 minutes so he could eat his sandwich. You know what? The phones are almost totally dead. And I sure as fuck didn't take the time to eat a fucking sandwich in peace. But of course Michelle let him do whatever he wanted to and didn't give him shit about it. I rode his ass about his bullshit the entire day.
I wanted him to design a little card to go with these pins we are giving all gala attendees. It took him A DAY AND A HALF to complete this (when it would have taken me maybe an hour). He can't get past the fact that Word is difficult to work with. No, it's not the best design software. BUT IT'S ALL WE HAVE SO DEAL WITH IT. Then, when I finally had the chance to take over the project, he decided to give ME advice on how my design sucked. His design sucked massive balls, but he thought mine blew worse. Uh, yeah. If I could do it, in the words of Donald Trump, You're Fired.

I need a little bit of help here and there, but no one will do it. Kim and Michelle are royally pissing me off because they are being extra bitchy and unhelpful. Kim will give me all the advice in the world. Stuff that won't help at this point. And then may offer to help once in a week, but bitch about the one thing I ask her to do, which was writing out names on envelopes. Her hand hurt when she was almost done. Boo fucking Hoo. Michelle just plays games half the day, but I know if I gave her something she would help first and play games second. There just isn't anything for her to do at the moment.

Steven isn't helping me much either because when I got emotional over the coat or anything else he tells me not to get so upset. I guess I shouldn't be so worried because it's ultimately not my fault, but I just want everything to go well and for nothing to drop by the wayside because I delegated it off to someone who does a half-assed job, like the fur coat lady. Ugh.

Only 3 more days, then I am back to happy life again. As a matter of fact, it will be Thanksgiving and I will eat food like spinach dip, then next Saturday I am going on a date with new Mike to go ice skating and have dinner. He will embarass himself and I promised to catch him if he falls, so hopefully there will be no broken bones. I was thinking of inviting him over Friday to watch movies, but I think that will be too much pressure when all I want to do is knit and watch movies...not worry about entertaining a boy or worrying about the impending makeout. I'll wait for the week after. :) Hee!

Sorry about the bitching, but I feel much better now and will go to sleep slightly relieved from getting this stuff off my chest. 3 more days fo' real.		  
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