Gestapo.

Sorry about yesterday’s rant. Today I heard the same man yell at the internal trainer because she wanted to ask him a question. He also just told off the CEO. I just think it helps rest my case.

The Three Musketeers in 3D.
Yeah, the weird, new version that had Orlando Bloom.
 I have one word for it:
Terrible. 

Strangely enough, there will be a sequel. I wonder who will actually end up seeing it?

We also went to the Utah Symphony Orchestra with Telmar Lochridge and his friend Scott. Poor Telmar probably hates me, but I force him to hang out with my anyways.

The performance was pretty darn amazing. There was a well-deserved standing ovation, and it made me feel all cultured when I know I am really not. There were also a lot of women wearing hardly anything, but I don’t think that really added much to the performance. I just felt like I should have cut off my clothing to way above the knees and have nothing on my shoulders…or chest. Then I would have fit in. Darn modesty!

And…Something interesting about Wal-Mart: http://www.businessinsider.com/walmart-facts-infographic-2011-11

The President Face

I am frustrated. 

I really do like my work, and I really do like most of the people I work with. However, the president of the company is possibly one of my least favorite people I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. Even without his snobbish attitude towards everything and everyone, he dislikes my department for the sole reason that we are in charge of processes and procedures. We are the department that makes sure the company is following the law, so the government doesn’t fine us millions. Our jobs inconvenience the company president, but it also saves the company a lot of money.

He hates the government and its laws, so everything I do to make sure my company is complaint, he attempts to thwart. He makes it as difficult as possible for me to do my job. He makes it difficult for anyone in my department to do their job, actually. He will actually equivocate when he is trying to make it so I can’t start a document for the FDA. A few weeks ago he told me my job was just getting in the way of everyone else’s job. Uh….no….pretty sure I am helping people. Today I needed him to sign something, and he said no. What was the reason?

Well, he didn’t have one.

*grumble, grumble*

Oh, Tessa May..,

So I still feel somewhat awful, which was truly unfortunate, because I was going to have one of my favorite people over for dinner yesterday. (Yes,  it was Tessa May.) However, I was feeling so terrible that I told her that I needed to postpone dinner with her.

Then…later that night there was a really, really loud knock at the door. I was hanging out in bed, reading a terrible book, and Seth opened the door. Tessa had ding-dong ditched, leaving me a Mr. Goodbar and a can of chicken noodle soup. Seriously, Tessa is probably nicer than she should be. I don’t think I’ve met anyone quite like her. 

She always makes me want to be better and more thoughtful. I guess I should start working on that,  or somezing.

Also, I find these far too funny: