HOW FREAKIN’ BRILLIANT WAS THE OFFICE LAST NIGHT?  I can’t go into too much detail, since Bryan was at the theatre and didn’t see it yet, but OHMYGOD, there were at least four times that I literally gasped and clapped my hands over my mouth.  Typically, when that show tries to do an hour’s episode, it REALLY sucks donkey balls, but last night?  Last night just let me revel in awesome writing and great ad-libbing.

(Seriously, the interplay between Kevin and Holly had me in tears.)

And the coolest part?  Mindy Kaling directed last night’s episode.  Yep, Kelly Kapoor was responsible for that hour long awesomeness.

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The doctor’s office called me yesterday and.. well, let me back up.  We’ve actually been playing phone tag all week.  Everytime I’d call back, the receptionist would say, “Oh, I’m sure the nurse was just calling to confirm your test results were fine,” and I wouldn’t worry about it.

Yesterday, we finally tagged up and the nurse said, “Your labs are normal except..”

I hate “excepts”.

“your B-12 level is low.”

Oh, okay, so I need to take a multivitamin now?  No big deal.

“Actually, it’s pretty low.  We’re gonna need to do weekly injections.  You’re borderline anemic.”

Well, hell.  Guess what the symptoms of B-12 defeciency are?  Lethargy, exhaustion, upset stomach, and depression.  SOUND FAMILIAR? 

Thank God I’m not crazy.

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So, earlier today, Ra shared this little goody, and I’ve been lusting after it ever since.

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There is a guy here at work who wears the same deoderant as my best friend in high school (whom, incidentally, I dated) and it’s driving me crazy.  It’s amazing how strong scent memory can be, isn’t it? 

Another one (and Melissa, you might remember this) is some pear scent from Victoria’s Secret.  A ballroom dancer at Rocket City Dance Club wore it (I think she was also a stripper, to be honest) and whenever I smell that, I can envision her stilettos and glitter crusted eyelashes.

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Is it wrong that I want to have a date night with my husband now that I’m on happy pills?  I think it would just be so much FUN.  I know I would be fun.

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I’m itching to get a hair cut.  I’m debating a bob, not quite as Posh-like as everyone else, but a graduated bob.  Then again, that would take, like, two hours without a child.  Pipe dream.

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Our weekend will consist of cleaning our grubby house (why do landlords insist on showing a house before you move?  don’t they KNOW that it will be a war zone?), deciding what we’ll sell next weekend at our Yard Moving Sale Extravaganza, and generally being lazy.  I hope everyone has a fabulous and safe weekend.

Irony:

A few years ago, I got “called into the office” about having a blog. 

This week, I was in charge of setting up a blog for our program director.

The times, they are a’changin’.

I’m quite useless this morning today this week because I’m short timing.  I leave a week from tomorrow, so I’m really just biding time until my departure.  I’ve got some recurring tasks to keep me busy, but for the most part?  Nothin’.

I read a post on Surburban Turmoil yesterday that was a gripe disguised as a love note.  And as I was reading it, I recalled a conversation that Bryan and I had about “things that you/I do”.  You know, our loved ones (as much as we love them) just have things that they do that get under every inch of our skin.  They’re usually mundane (not, like, throwing darts at us or anything), but they cause the OHMYGOD,DIVORCEISNOTSOBAD reaction.

I know that one of my things that drives Bryan crazy is my need to declutter the house.  Constantly.  I hate it when there’s shit all over the place.  So he constantly will clean out his pocket and put this one scrap of VERY IMPORTANT paper on the coffee table, where it will reside for weeks.  Until I declutter and it gets thrown away.  Then we begin a frantic search for that faded receipt that will make or break his travel account at work. 

I kid, but I have been known to throw important stuff away because it looked like trash: paperwork for electronics, maps and directions, and OHMYGOD.. checks.  I have thrown away checks.  And gift certificates.  That I meant to give as gifts.  So that’s (one of) my (many) thing(s).

One thing that drives me nuts is our invisible dishwasher.  Ever since it was installed, it only appears when I’m in the kitchen.  If Bryan’s in there by himself, it’s hidden, and therefore, unable to be filled.  So cups, plates, forks, and the like all have to wait in the sink until I can make it in the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher.  I think it’s shy, our dishwasher, and maybe Bryan’s height or voice scares it into hiding.

Again, these are things that aren’t worth fighting over and we just accept as “one of those things you/I do”.  It’s also one of the reminders that we love eachother very  much and that it’s only a slim chance that we’ll murder eachother in our sleep.

(If I am murdered in my sleep, I imagine you’ll find a bloody knife sitting in the kitchen sink.  Begging to be put in the dishwasher.)

We’ve all got ‘em.  What’s yours? (Or the ones that drive you batshit crazy?)

When I was young and knew everything, I was lucky enough to secure an internship at a local radio station.  I had always had an interest in media, and the “theatrical” nature of radio seemed like a perfect fit.

(I secured this internship by flirting with the night jock, but whatever.  I’m sure he saw the untapped talent there.)(Untapped.  Heh.)

The director of the station was a VERY difficult man, but he was also very successful.  I only chose to see the difficult side, and we constantly were butting heads.  Over EVERYTHING.  But I also learned a lot from his coaching, whether or not I wanted to admit it.

Listening to local radio now makes my ears hurt.  I often have to turn the channel.  I can’t even try and listen to morning shows.  If they had half of the guidance I was fortunate enough to have, they could clean up their shows and be SO MUCH BETTER.  But instead, it’s just crap.  I wish I could sugarcoat it, but it’s crap.

Like..

.. afternoon jock, if you’re going to play a listener request (which is a great thing!  do that!), either play it during the intro of the requested song or prior to a commercial break, with the requested song coming up next.  DO NOT PLAY THE LISTENER REQUEST IN AN INTRO OF ANOTHER SONG.  That’s just stupid.  And confusing.  And it sounds like you don’t take your requests seriously.

.. night jock, don’t say “Here’s the latest from (insert artist here)” if it’s their debut single.  Of course it’s the latest.  It’s the only.  Learn your artists.

.. other afternoon jock, don’t read half of a AP news release on a short intro of a song.  You have a countdown clock telling you EXACTLY how many seconds you have till the lyrics begin, so don’t throw in half of a story like you did the other day: “A girl was so busy texting, she walked in front of a train and died.”  WTF?  That’s not entertaining, music-related, or even appropriate. 

.. morning jock, please don’t play 10 minutes of David Letterman soundbites every morning.  Either come up with your own fodder, or play more music.  If we wanted David Letterman, we’d have stayed up the night before to watch him.

.. midday jock, listen to your levels.  We can’t hear you over your music.

.. any jock at any time, there is no reason to ever use a sound effects machine.  It annoys the hell out of your listeners.

.. night jock, please don’t yell.  If we are having trouble hearing you, we can turn up the volume.  Technology is that advanced, you know.

.. and finally, to all jocks and other copy editors: please don’t use a siren in your commercials.  It was an unspoken rule in my day that you never ever used audio of an actual siren in anything, lest you confuse drivers who are only half paying attention.  Like me. 

What annoys you on the radio?