Hometown: The Roch, MI (aka. The Crotch, aka. Crotchscratcher, aka. Crotchmolester, aka. Rochester)
Currently Living: Clawson, MI
Height: 5'8
Weight: Ha ha, yeah right
Favorite Color: Blue (preferably navy)
Profession: Researcher
Favorite Nickname: Trick, Sloan
Favorite Drinks:Vodka Tonic, Guinness, Diet Dr. Pepper, Dirty Martinis, red wine
Favorite TV Show: Friends, Sex & The City, Project Runway, The Amazing Race, Iron Chef America
Least Favorite TV Show: A Baby Story, I Love Lucy, Martha Stewart, Everybody Loves Raymond, every hour long drama
Favorite Books: The History of Love, Beloved, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Fight Club, A Prayer for Owen Meany, The of Being, SurUnbearable Lightness vivor, Empire Falls, The Corrections, The Bell Jar
Favorite Movies: Little Miss Sunshine, Anchorman, The 40 Year Old Virgin, Wordplay, American Beauty, Life is Beautiful, Amelie, Breakfast Club, Singin In The Rain, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sleeping Beauty, Dancer in the Dark, Duets, The Virgin Suicides, The Manchurian Candidate (1962), Austin Powers I, II & III, My Best Friends Wedding, Moulin Rouge, Tommy Boy, Billy Madison, The Shining, Gone With The Wind, Bridget Jones' Diary, Chicago, Love Actually
Guilty Pleasure Movies: Xanadu, Dirty Dancing, Overboard, Groundhog Day, Steel Magnolias, 10 Things I Hate About You, Bond movies, Footloose, Clue, Murder By Death, High Spirits, A Cinderella Story
What I Do Too Much: Check email, crossword puzzles, complain about my job to friends and family,
Obsessions: sushi, Indian food, ranch dressing, toenail polish, song lyrics, hands, awards shows, symmetry, avocados, maps, dreams, This American Life, the display in my car that tracks my MPG
Pet Peeves: loud eaters, slurping, gulping, arrogance, snoring, bad grammar, repetition, late mergers, ripping cardboard, the word "chunky", intolerance, couples in a restaurant sitting on the same side of a booth, pop-up ads, privacy manager, men that drive without shirts on, being foolish, unfairly jumping to conclusions, being made fun of, cat-calling, people who type too hard
Greatest Fear: crossing bridges
Relaxing Activites: late night drives to sing by myself, headstands, hot baths,
Wish I Was: Ansel Adams, Jenifer Aniston, in love, living alone
Prized Possessions: ring from my grandparents, flower pot of my Grandma's, electric blanket (temporarily broken), tongue scraper, my bed
Craziest Thing Ever Done: getting a tattoo, strip Jenga
Things I Eventually Want To Do: skydive, buy a guitar, learn how to play the aforementioned guitar, take flying lessons, travel to France, write a novel, learn how to play the harp, tap dancing lessons, run a marathon
Monday, October 28, 2002 It's the perfect ending, to the bad day I was just beginning...Oh man. What a bad day. I wasn't too irritated when I got this bad news, but I sat in a frigid room staring at a computer screen and it festered so now I'm irritated.
So the reason work has been so busy lately is because we had these abstracts due for a big deal research meeting that's next May. The abstract is pretty much just the outline of the experiments that were done and the preliminary finding. And then if it's accepted, you make a poster presentation. So the three other research assistants and I have been busting our asses for the last two weeks to get everything done so the abstracts can be submitted on time. And we all found out today that NONE of our names are included as co-authors. But the residents who are only working in our lab for 2 months are. We have all been working on our projects from start to finish and they just kind of strolled in, made a couple spreadsheets, and voila! They're worthy enough to be co-authors. They didn't put in 15 hour days, or long ass overnight studies, or sit in the same seat for weeks doing data analysis like some of the other girls and I have. Needless to say, the four of us are pretty disgruntled. And I don't/didn't necessarily think it's that huge of a deal to get irate about. But what this does do is completely obliterate any motivation we have to continue to bust our asses. I remember like a month ago we had this big discussion about having to work Friday nights, and our boss gave us this tirade about how we were all participating in putting out a "product" and that we were all had equal share in our commitment to these projects. Which is a nice explanation when it favors them, but when the shoe is on the other foot, it's not quite the team environment it seems to be. We've all been more than willing to bend our schedules and sacrifice our time, classes, etc, but I have a feeling that's coming to a screeching halt as of tomorrow. So kind of a bummer of a day. Plus one of my subjects cancelled and the other one was late and tried calling but because the one chick was on the phone, I NEVER GOT THE MESSAGE. So she ended up not coming solely because she couldn't get through. So I sat around for like 2 hours when I could have left. Like I said. Irritating.
I didn't win shit yesterday from the pumpkin carving party. My pumpkin was beautiful though. I had these three beautiful bats flying over the bellfry and all. Alas, the competition was pretty tough though. But that's ok. I guess the judges just don't know real art when they see it. The apple orchard was very nice. But it was pretty damn cold. There is nothing better than cinnamon doughnuts when they're still warm and cider when it's made right there and it's steaming because it's so nice and toasty warm. The kids were cute picking out their pumpkins and putting apples in their little bags.
I hope that everyone caught Michael Moore on Donahue. I love him. Everything he has to say is so practical that I just don't see why people don't get it. Now I'm watching Maternity Ward on TLC only because it was filmed at Hutzel Hospital here in Detroit. I drive right past the labor and delivery emergency entrance every day. But don't be fooled....I can't STAND birthing shows. They end the same way everytime. These damn shows pretty much seal the deal that I will never ever ever have children. Not if I have to do that shit. I'm getting queasy just catching glimpses out the corner of my eyes. Miracle of life my ass. Uhhh....Andrea -- you can just skip over this paragraph. You're going to do great!!
Right, so now that I've pushed lots of buttons and complained a lot, I'm going to go away and hide now.
PS. I'm still on my Ryan Adams kick. New song. Different album. So so good.
9:23 PM
