9:21 p.m. - 02 October 2002
TV and job stuff
Woohoo! The Amazing Race is back (and on, right this very minute. Have I mentioned how much I love the laptop?) and I think I'm more excited about it than Survivor, which I wouldn't have thought possible not too long ago. And best of all, that means new Miss Alli recaps soon. Television Without Pity is one of my favorite sites; that may have something to do with the fact that I agree with most of the recappers that I've read.
And which recaps do I read? Well, over the summer, I read American Idol, The Mole (the smartest reality show out there) and Big Brother (which I once vowed that I would never watch...Miss Alli's recaps sucked me in); during the regular season, it's Buffy, ER, Amazing Race, Survivor, Trading Spaces, CSI (sometimes, anyway) and I think that's all. If they recapped Good Eats they'd cover every show I make an effort to watch every week.
Okay, brief aside to say to the AR contestants: how stupid are you to take the donkey rather than skydive? It's the classic fast-but-dangerous vs. slow-but-safe detour. And how cool that the pretty boy models are way behind. I heard one of the other teams refer to them as Team Doublemint, but dammit, that name's been taken. Why, yes, I do get overly emotionally involved in TV, why do you ask?
Our vacation is in less than a month and I'm already going stir crazy. Of course the fact that I hate my boss might have something to do with that. I had an epiphany about that a couple of weeks ago: it's not the job that I dislike, although it's certainly not on my list of best jobs ever, but my boss who is so patently fake that it boggles my mind. This is a woman who gives me her shit jobs all the freaking time -- including scheduling doctor appointments for the CEO's parents, when I have none of their vital information, not even their address -- but had the gall to complain to me about how one of the VPs asked her to make a call for him. I just smiled and nodded and made sympathetic noises about how awful it was but thinking to myself "Do you not even recogize what you're saying?" This is above and beyond her harping on her English degree but not being able to proofread a simple newsletter. That job got dumped on me as soon as I pointed out errors in one that she claimed to have already done. Argh.
Enough about my job. It's making me crazy just thinking about it and I don't have to be back there for eleven hours. I need this vacation so much it's not funny. Disney World, here we come.
I posted another entry earlier, so hit the link below to see it.
