Yesterday at work they had a huge potluck. The entire floor got together, took over the downstairs breakroom, and ate and ate and ate. The temps, including me, were not invited. So while the entire floor emptied of people going to chow down on home made delights, the temps were left in our cubicles with the expectation to continue working. I played DS instead, because that's one of the biggest loads of bullshit I've ever seen.

When I arrived today, I was told by my cubicle-mates that they received a stern talking to this morning. There have been "lots" of complaints about the temps in our cubicle talking too much, too loudly, and not being porductive. If we were caught talking to each other again...and this is a quote...we would be fired.

Tomorrow was supposed to be my last day, but I think I'm going to spend the rest of today cleaning off my desk, cleaning out my mailboxes, and then sending out an e-mail to the few friends I've made here saying bye and offering my contact info. I'm honestly at a loss for words to describe how much I completely hate this place. I've never been treated so poorly in my life, and I worked at the newspaper for three years. Those of you who knew me during that time, understand how big a statement that is for me to make.

I just need to make sure I can afford to miss tomorrow, but it's looking like that might not be a problem.

Let's begin
With the past in front
And all the things
You really don't care about now
You'd be exactly where I'm at

And to think
You got a grip
Look at yourself
Your lips are like two flaps of fat
They go front and back and flappity flappity flappity flap

I'm all staged
It's all an act
I'm really scared that I may fall back on the abstract
It'd be exactly where I'm at

If you're to be
The roaming eye
Pry it open and let me tell you why it sees
The harsh realities

I was so happy to see Comfort come back. And even more happy that she gets to stay this week. I keep hoping she'll have this enormous breakthrough, and become this amazing all around dancer, but I doubt very much that will happen. She's just so cute, and I love her personality. I'm sure she'll go home this week, but it'll be fun to get to see her dance for one more night. :)

Janerotten is officially 70 now. It's bizarre hitting the level cap, because now I don't have a guided list of goals. I can pretty much do whatever I want, and what I want to do right now is get my tailoring to 375. That is not going to be easy, unfortunately.

I currently have zero items that are still in the orange for me (which means a guaranteed skill-up, for those unfamiliar), and the ones that are still yellow are...difficult to craft. There's only four, and three are my cloths that are on 3 day 19 hour cooldowns and require two primals and a bolt of imbued netherweave each; the other is a robe that requires 8 bolts of netherweave. That means I can make roughly one cloth each day for one skill-up off those, which will probably last me until 355. The other item needs so much netherweave that I will be spending the bulk of my time farming that. I'm thinking that might get me to 360, if I'm lucky, and after that I'll need to grind my Scryers rep so I can buy the patterns for the imbued set. The primals have proved to be easier farming than I was expecting, but I have yet to attempt to farm primal shadow, so we'll see. I farmed 4 primal fires in around two hours on Sunday, which was way more than I expected.

So it looks like it's on to Netherstrom for me, and then to Shadowmoon Valley. Yay. While I'm doing all this, I also plan to collect my dungeon set, and hopefully start heroics after that. My dungeon set drops in The Mechanar and The Botanica (Tempest Keep, so more Scryer's rep there!), The Steamvault (Coilfang Reservoir), and Sethekk Halls (Auchindoun). Of course the robe drops in Bot, and from what I understand it's tough, so here's to hoping it drops on the first run! Yea, right.

Alright, here's my little schedule. I'm gonna farm netherweave on Mondays, quest in the appropriate zones on Friday in the early evening, try to run one of the instacnes I need on Friday nights, farm primals on Saturdays during the day, and try to run another instance or two on Saturday evenings/nights. I'm wondering if I should switch my farming to different times, to reduce the chance of having to compete with other farmers. I'll try this out for a couple of weeks, and see how it goes.

I. Am. Such. A. Dork.

I'd never seen this movie, but I've had several people tell me I really should see this movie. Marcus and I watched it last night, well I watched and he slept through it (he'd already seen it). I must say, it was nothing at all what I expected it to be. For some reason, I had gotten it into my head that it would be...well...campier; maybe more light hearted, along the lines of Star Wars: A New Hope or Tron. I really don't know where I got that from, maybe because Harrison Ford starred in it, but in my defense I didn't know it was directed by Ridley Scott.

Keeping it in context with when it was made, it was rather visually stunning. I can only hope that LA will be that evil in ten years (I mean it almost is now), and I'm still holding out for those flying cars. Subjectively, it was much darker than my expectations, as I said earlier. The concepts weren't new to me at all, artificial life and the morals attached to it are age old sci-fi discussions. I enjoyed how it brushed up against a film noir style, while still being fairly unique. I must say, I don't think I've ever seen anything like it in live action movies; the whole time I watched it, I kept thinking it would've been amazing had it been animated. I'll just lay it out there, I was shocked by how much it seemed to have influenced 90's anime. I'm not a HUGE anime fan, but I've seen the principals Ghost in the Shell, Akira, etc.; and visually, this was very very much like both of those. I find that extremely interesting, in a chicken or the egg kind of way.

I honestly can't say for sure if I liked it or not. I would like to watch it again to get a better feel for it. I think my surprise at the visual style of it overshadowed my brain's taking in the story and characters. It was clearly far ahead of it's time, and I can see why many people recommended it to me. I think I'll watch it again tomorrow before returning it.

And to make things even sadder, Comfort and Thayne got sent home on So You Think You Can Dance last night. I know Comfort wasn't as good as the others, but I loved her so much. She had such personality, and was one of the best female hip-hop dancers I've ever seen. I wonder if she can come back next season. That'd be awesome. At first I didn't like Thayne, but after seeing his solo last night, I think I see what Mia Michaels was talking about. I loved his solo, and I was sad to see him go.

It's so hard when the competition is as fierce as it has been this season. Of the top-ten, I don't think I want any of them to go home. Well, except maybe for Jessica. It'll be interesting to see how she does without Will as her partner; I think Mia is right, he is carrying her, and it's not fair.

My gut tells me that Courtney and Gev are going home next. Which makes me super super sad, because they are my favorite couple.

My picks for the top four are Katie, Will, Mark and Chelsea. Maybe Twitch over Mark, but that'd be tough form Twitch to pull off. Mark is a much better performer than him.

I've been feeling very shitty this week. Aside from my financial troubles, I've also been plain old sick. Marcus was nice enough to drop by yesterday for a little while and give me some medicine, which made a world of difference. Walgreen's brand of thera-flu is magical, I hihgly recommend it. Then, because God loves me so much, he thought it'd be funny for me to start one of my more "fun" periods yesterday also. Headaches, muscle-aches, bloating, fatigue, and cramps that made me curl into a little ball and want to cry. Fun stuff. Thank god for that medicine though, or I would have been really miserable.

I stayed home from work yesterday because I was feeling so cruddy; I figure I'm already in really bad financial straits, why not see how far we can take it? My Dad came to the rescue and paid my utility bill and my cell phone bill for me. I feel bad sometimes always calling to ask for money, but on the other, I don't feel that bad at all. He's a dad, and that's what they're supposed to do.

I fell asleep on my couch watching Conan close to around one I'd say. Then I was very suddenly awakened at three in the morning to someone ringing my doorbell over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. I swear to god, they rang it at least 30 times. My porch light isn't working, so I couldn't see them through the window in my door, so I yelled from my cracked open kitchen window. I asked who they were and what they wanted, but they didn't say anything, just kept ringing and ringing and ringing. I was in a complete panic, living by yourself makes you an easy scare, at least it does for me. So I called 911, as I was on the phone with them, this person opened my screen door and started banging on my front door with their fists. The 911 operator could even hear it, I'm sure my neighbors could hear it too. She asked if my doors and windows were locked, I said yes, and told me the police were on their way. I told her I was worried it might be someone that needed help, but since they wouldn't answer and I couldn't see them I didn't want to open the door. She told me to absolutely not open the door, but to tell them the police were on the way; if they needed help, they'd wait for the police, if they didn't they'd leave. So I yelled that, and they rang the doorbell several more times, then finally left.

The 911 operator let me go at that point, saying the police would be there in a few minutes. I went into my bedroom to put some more clothing on, I don't really have pajamas, and because of the heat and humidity haven't been wearing much to bed lately. When the officer arrived, he naturally rang the door bell, which caused me to jump out of my skin. I think I even screamed a little. I looked through the window in my door again, but couldn't see anything, he shined his flashlight on himself, and I opened the door. I think he thought I was crazy, who calls the police cause someone is at their door? But he was nice enough, told me that he hadn't seen anyone, but to make sure everything was securely locked.

Needless to say, I had a very difficult time getting back to sleep. What little sleep I did get was very light, and not restful at all. Now I'm at work, tired as hell, feeling a little better from my sickness, but completely shitty from my period, and wanting nothing more than to move out of my shitty apartment.

My favorite Guildie, who you may remember from the famous haircut video, is moving and won't be on WoW for probably around a month or so. He sent me a ton of netherweave, even some bolts of imbued netherweave, and lots and lots of enchanting mats along with a note saying bye. I wish I'd been on when he was so we could've at least said bye over vent or something. There's no way I'd be anywhere near where I'm at in lvl right now if it wasn't for him.

It's weird, but I never really thought I'd enjoy playing WoW with people I don't really know, so I never liked getting into vent or anything. Steph knew this about me, but she liked meeting new people, so she always asked me to join her in vent. Eventually, other people would ask her to ask me to get on, and now we have a regular little group with play with all the time. It's actually kinda neat, especially since one's a tank and the other's a healer. With me, Steph, Death (Jeagah Bahms) and the other two, we have a full group of five that we run with all the time. It'll be even better once I get to 70 and we can all get each other geared up with heroics. We rarely group with anyone from the rest of our guild, and I've even looked into hosting my own vent server for our small alt guild Blackjack and Hookerz. (Blackjack and Hookers was already taken, so we had to use the z. Booo.) I'm thinking once I get settled to t-mobile, we'll be able to just move our mains into that small guild, gear up those of us who aren't, and then try to get the whole group into a larger raiding guild. Having a healer come along usually makes for easy negotiating, plus Steph's priest is already near 60 so that means we'll have not just one, but two healers coming with us.

I'm such a WoW nerd. But fuck you guys, it's fun.

So, I'm pretty sure I have pink eye. Which means I really shouldn't be at work! And there is talk of sending me home, without pay of course. If I spread this lovely infection to any of you, I truly apologize.

If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go drown my eyes in visine in an attempt to wash away the most disgusting eye mucus I've ever seen in my life.