March 28, 2004
March 24, 2004
Do the Humpty...
Mollie Gamo sat on a wall,
Mollie Gamo had a great fall;
All the King's horses and all the King's men
Couldn't put Mollie together again.
My life is in shambles. I'm falling apart before everybody's eyes. I'm sick, I've got a terrible cough (I feel like I'm going to cough up my spleen one of these times), my nose is running, I've got a red eye, my hand is burnt, my burn is flaking away like a snake sheds its skin, I still have mosquito bite scars up the wazoo, my cough drops are giving me a stomach ache, and I have horrible cramps because it's that time of month. Ugh. My life is in ruins. You might as well just toss me aside with all the Humpty Dumptys because it feels like I'm light years away from being put together again.
I hate being sick. It's one of the most awful states of being that one can be in. And it's never until you're sick that you realize how wonderful it is to breathe freely...and how great it is to sleep on your side and not worry that your bottom nostril will get congested...and how much nicer it is to have the energy to do the simple things like take the stairs instead of the elevator. I'm always so self-conscious when I'm sick because I know that with every cough, someone is repulsed by the spray of germs I am unleashing. You're a walking disease when you're sick. Nobody wants to touch you, or even be near you. What's even worse is if not only do you feel sick, but you look sick too. Because then you don't even have to cough or sniffle in order to get someone to look at you and make that "eek" face. They just look at you and are horrified. Yes, thank you very much. I know that I have snot shooting out of my nose. And yes, I know my eye is bright red. Thanks for pointing it out and making me feel even worse than I already do. I hate being sick. I'd rather clean a fish bowl...and that's saying a lot, coming from me. Bleh.
March 20, 2004
Scratch that...
I'm not Pink-Eye Gamo...just Red-Eye Gamo. I went to the eye doctor this morning and (phew!) he said it's not pink eye. Woo hoo! Huzzah! I've escaped this one. However, it is some kind of irritation/infection. We don't know what caused it...but it's not pink eye and it's not affecting my eye in any other way other than the fact that it's red and the nerves are tight. I was really nervous about going to the eye doctor for the first time...but it was a cinch! I found out that I am far sighted and not so 20/20 as I had originally thought. He says that eventually I will have to get reading glasses. If I were to read more, I would start noticing the signs of far-sightedness and would have to get glasses sooner than later. For example, if I go back to school, I'll probably need glasses. Read more...the worse my eyes get. Is he telling me something? Maybe I shouldn't read as much. So much for this book club I co-founded. And too bad I work in the story department. Hmmm.
March 19, 2004
Just Call me Pink-Eye Gamo
Fuzz! I hate this! Why the (bleep) do I always have to get pink eye? I mean, come on! What is it? What the hell?! I'm so mad...it's so embarassing to parade around with your eye as red as god-knows-what! I'm sick and tired of it! In the past 4 years, I've probably had it maybe 5 or 6 times....5 or 6 times!!! I mean...golly! Some people don't even get it ONCE in their life!!! I think I have to fess up and go see a doctor aboot it...ugh. It's like I'm falling to pieces! I've got a burnt hand, a pink-eye, a sore throat...what's going on!!!
It's REDRUM Friday and there couldn't be a more appropriate theme for the day, nor appropriate day to hold this special theme. My boss is out today...in fact, ALL the bosses are out today...they're on a retreat. It's awesome...except I feel bad because I've already missed 3 of my boss' calls. Whoops! Errr...yeah. But back to it being REDRUM Friday. Yes. So the day's festivities began at about 10 o'clock this morning and continued during lunch. I suspect they will reconvene this afternoon...they better!
March 15, 2004
Dumb Bloggers
Don't you just hate people who use their blog as a way to document their whole day? It's just pathetic. Who cares!!
March 12, 2004
6:24 PM
Word of the day...efficacious is an adjective meaning possessing the quality of being effective; producing, or capable of producing, the effect intended; as, an efficacious law.
4:44 PM
Oooh. Make a wish. Anywho...my boss just told me that "that would explain it" if I were bipolar. Um, yeah. Sad.
2:35 PM
My eye is twitching and it won't stop. It has been for a couple days now. I think it's all the running....yup, it must be that.
2:09 PM
Finally!!! Yummm...Double Dutch Dinette on Washington...it's the best! Hands down, the best desserts...plus...they have Green Tea Cola. This stuff is brilliant! Try it!
12:00 Noon Exactly
Andrew is soo sweet...he recited me a poem!!! Here 'tis....
OOOOOOOOHHHHHH MOLLYYYYYYYY!!!! It's no folly. That you are there and I am here. Yet but mere cubicles separate us, also does the bittersweet taste of sunlight on a dead flowers petals. OOOOOHHHHH MOLLY..... MOLLY MOLLY MOLLY!!! (I like Beer.)
How sweet...only he spelled my name wrong....ppppssshh! He's such a blog whore.
11:49 AM
I'm doing some check requests for Tower Records and I just remembered my dream from last night. I was getting married tomorrow to this girl I didn't even know...but it didn't matter because we were doing it to make a statement. I just felt so wrong...I didn't know anything about her! I can't even remember her name. All I remember is that she was blonde (funny, I picture myself more with a brunette). We met at some kind of shin-dig...my friends became her friend's friends. It was so weird. I wanted to break it off, but I was the only one with hesitations about it. Everybody else was so excited. Hmmm....
10:53 AM
I just went into Andrew's office to get some Tylenol from his candy bowl to help with my super-sore legs. He flashed me and I ran screaming from his office. I can't wait for the RedRum Friday festivities to begin.
10:36 AM
I now feel sick from the egg mit. If I throw it up in the bathroom, will it smell? and will everybody look at me funny because they'll think I'm bulimic?
10:18 AM
I got into work about an hour and a half ago. After settling in and taking care of some business, I'm now eating breakfast...a mushroom, spinach and cheese egg mit bagel. Yum.
March 11, 2004
Ass Wiping Frenzy
Who knew that baby wipes were the new Uggs? My friend Rich has been raving about them for months. I saw them in his bathroom once and when I confronted him about them he said they were God's gift to asses. They're supposed to be soft and soothing enough for the derriere of a bebe...so why not give our adult asses the best there is? Well, apparently, the trend has caught on. Rich has probably convinced all of F3 to use them...Brittany buys them...even the AngryDoorstopper has been enlightened with their use. So give it a go...your ass, and those who smell it around you, will thank you.
March 08, 2004
NO...I don't want to die a virgin!
I went hiking yesterday and I almost stepped on a snake. Sometimes I like to overreact and so I started to make a big fuss about it, all the while thinking it was actually kinda cool. Then it was brought to my attention that it was a rattle snake. Um, yeah. A bebe rattle snake. (!) It was all fun and games until I saw that little rattle on its tail-end. It took us forever to get passed it and I must say, legitimately, the boys we were with are INSANE! There they were, snapping photos and trying to move it with a stick! DOH! "Oh, it's just a bebe. It can't do anything..." Little did they realize (well, I didn't exactly either, but Cara told me later that day) that bebe rattle snakes are even more dangerous because their venom is more potent. AH! I could have died...seriously. Another brush with death...the adventure never ends with Mollie Gamo...
...Unless you're a punk ass radio station...excuse my language. I concluded my affiliation with the station yesterday when I picked up my last check and turned in my keys. When I got to my box, I noticed my name tag was no longer there. They wasted no time. The ricockulous thing is that the name tag of another girl who quit WAS there. They made sure to get rid of my box, but not hers. What the fuzz? I thought about it further and I can't believe the way my boss reacted when I quit. All he had to say to me was "okay." There wasn't a single "thank you" or "we'll miss you"....nothing. Fuzz that. I played the game of politician when I quit, but he failed to play along. He didn't say anything. And through all that...through all the hard work and dedication I gave to the station, this is his send off to me in the weekend email...
"Mollie Gamo has left KZLA to devote more time to her full time job at Sony Pictures, Mollie gave us what little free time she had and I appreciate it! Thanks Mol... good luck and hey just remember if they need a big goofy white guy for some part...:)"
...Yeah, I WON'T be thinking of you. He had the nerve to add that last part! (I'm shaking my head right now.) I took the liberty of bolding the word "little." How fuzzing snide of him. Screw that. Screw KZLA.
March 04, 2004
Yet Another Love Affair Ends
It's the end of an era...my country era, that is...well, sort of. It's FINAL. I am no longer a part of the KZLA Street Team. That's right folks...I quit. It was a decision long in the making. The final straw came when yet another friend of mine was "let go" from the station for reasons unexplainable. Unexplainable my ass! We know the real reason...we were all part of their "phasing out" plan. I know they probably wanted to "let go" of me as well, but they had no legitimate reasons to do so. I think a huge sigh of relief was let out today when I quit...on both the company's part and my part. It's like all this time I've been quasi-working there, they've been holding their breath...kind of wanting/needing to fire me, but couldn't. And there I was...still on the staff list, just kind of "heh heh-ing" my way along. Well, the tide is high and I'm moving on. There are no more reasons for sticking around anymore. It just isn't worth it. So Goodbye KZLA...it's been good times.
Story Department Gay Pride
Taste the Purple Flava Here
So Andrew (one of the guys I work with) and I are constantly coming up with themes for each work day...you know, just to make it interesting. It all started with Big Belt Buckle Friday and since then, we've moved on to Addiction Thursday, High Voice Wednesday, and Pointy Hat Tuesday...to name a few. Well, apparently, today is Purple Shirt Thursday. Everyone in the department is wearing purple today. We were all standing around talking at my cube when my boss noticed it...yes, she's a quick one...and the funny thing is it wasn't on purpose! Well, I mean...we can't prove it was on purpose. Honestly, I think Andrew has a web cam set up at Staci's...c'mon, go with me on this one...and when he found out what she was wearing, he somehow channeled that information into my mind while I was getting ready for work this morning. I swear. I wasn't going to wear this top, but for some reason I did. There was like some celestial force telling me to wear it...and I did. It all makes sense now. Oh...and then Karen...well, that was just a coincidence on her part. And what about you? Are you wearing purple today?