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March 6, 2011I don’t know where to start! Last year, I met my current boyfriend, JP, at a bar. My friend, Anna, and I were having a girl’s night out. We went from one nightclub to the next. Anna, became a little too intoxicated at Club Couture (what a bad name for a club!), so I suggested we head to Bar XV where my friend Renz was working as a DJ. We could sit down and give her time to sober up

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February 26, 2011Hello! I’m back! It’s been well over a year and a lot has happened. Well, lets catch up:I became unemployed for one year. It wasn’t as tough at first, because I was having fun traveling a bit while using a lot of my severance package. Unfortunately, that ran out, so I had to live a humbler lifestyle.I met someone new and started a wonderful relationship with him, only to break up

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November 12, 2009.During the middle of the week, I received a text message from The Bartender, “Hey, I’m heading to Atlantic City. Checking on you to see how you’re doing. And just so you know, if I hit it big in A.C. I’m coming to see you!”“Well, good luck handsome!” I text messaged back.“Thanks! I’ll let you know how it goes!”The next day I received a message, “So, no luck… How was your night?”

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November 2, 2009Sorry! I’ve been away again! So much has happened since my last post and I don’t even know where to start! I guess I’ll continue from where I left off.A week after I returned from L.A. I headed to Mr. Method’s place. It was terrible of me that I had been avoiding him for a week since I returned from my trip, but I still had a lot on my mind and my next path to take. I had finally

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October 10, 2009The next day I left NYC with thoughts of the bartender. During my flight to LA I really contemplated my relationship with Mr. Method. I felt guilty. I had been flirting with the bartender and now all I could think about was the bartender. I had to face reality.I landed in LA around 7pm. I went to Budget Car Rentals to get my economy priced car, but what I really wanted was a

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October 2, 2009In NYC I was so excited! I returned the rental car and checked into the Roosevelt. Later that night I walked a few blocks to Times Square and grabbed a quick bite to eat. I stayed in Times Square for a while, just taking it in. However, I wondered if it changed from the last time I was there! It looked a tad different, to say the least, and I’m not talking about the ever changing

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October 1, 2009I had to scramble, after almost a year of infatuation with Mr. Method. I don’t know what happened. He seemed the most wonderful person in the world, and he still is! I just don’t know where I went wrong. Yes, I said “I”.Lets start from the beginning of the end, shall we?It was early September and I was frustrated with my life. Fed up. I needed change. Life just wasn’t the same

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September 30, 2009 After a close year, Mr. Method and I have finally gone our separate ways.Things happen for a reason and it wasn't necessarily a depressing parting ofways. I felt that I had to move on. Move on to where? I don't know. I know I nolonger want to live in my city. I'm ready to move. I've also realized that I need new friends. Sure, I love Sharon and everyoneelse, but lately it's

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It is June 25th, 2009.Upon looking at a gorgeous picture of Ignacio “Nacho” Figueras…“Would it be funny if we had a website dedicated to all the “Hot Hair?” Sharon asked. Sara gleefully replied, “Yes!! Oh, my god! That would be such a great idea!”“We should do it!! How do we make a website? How can we post pictures on a website??” Sharon said.“We don’t need a website… we can just use a blog.” I

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It is June 19th, 2009.I called Katya yesterday to snoop on her situation and after the first ring she picked up. “Oh, my god! I'm so glad it is you!”“Well…hello. I didn't know you were longing for me to call!” I laughed.“You will not believe this! This is a serious ‘what-the-fuck’ moment! Jonathan! He has been text messaging me! Non-stop! At first I responded to him and told him to stop messaging

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It is June 18th, 2009.Sharon called me the other day and asked if I would consider returning to my old job. Pshaw. I said not if I have to deal with Mr. Mistake and Pink Girl. I thought, in life, we’re supposed to move forward and evolve, not move backwards. Well, okay, sometimes we need to take a few steps back in this game of life, but not if I have to deal with instigators. I do miss working

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It is June 17th, 2009.As a person who is in a relationship, I feel that it is my rightful duty to live vicariously through other people’s singledom. Yesterday, I decided to meet up with Katya at Paragon Restaurant. I was about to have a bite of my “gourmet” Grilled Cheese Sandwich after drowning it in tomato soup, Katya said, “He is CRIMINAL!”“A whatya? Katya?” I said through clenched teeth with

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It is June 16th, 2009. I know. It is about time that I write something. So here goes nothing. For the past few months I had been in school. This week is my only week off from school, since I registered myself for a summer long Spanish class. This really takes away all my fun, but hopefully, after class, I’ll still have enough time to enjoy the nice sunshine weather we’ve been graced with. Besides

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I’m sorry I haven’t kept up on this blog. I feel that I’ve moved on and it’s been difficult to keep up. However, I have set up a writers’ social network for everyone and anyone who need some creative ideas, inspiration, or to write practice drafts/warm-ups.The only request that I ask of members is, if you are going to contribute, that you contribute up around 100 words of your creative works.

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It is January 13, 2009.I know it’s the New Year and it’s the “Yes, we can” motto, however I don’t think the “Yes, we can” motto should apply to soon-to-be-divorced men. Especially when it comes to women. It should be, “NO, you can’t! And you shouldn’t! It’s not a good idea!” Okay, so what am I talking about?Flashback Eight Years Ago – I dated this guy who, indirectly, was my boss. It was for a

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Okay, so I lied about my return. I’ve found it difficult to blog lately. I guess I just needed a longer break than anticipated. On an update, Mr. Method and I are still together and I’m devising a list of resolutions. I hope it isn’t a long one. Now for the long awaited story about Pink Girl… I went to visit Mr. Method at work one day to drop off his keys and at his cube, lo’ and behold, I saw

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I’m back! (Sort of) I may not be able to post daily, but I’ll try to post, at least, once a week. It’s been awfully hectic lately with school, Thanksgiving (I hope everyone has had a wonderful Thanksgiving week for those of you who live in the States), and everything else.Mr. Method and I are becoming closer every day that we’re together. We actually plurk each other (wow, that sounded nasty lol)

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I've hoped you all had a wonderful weekend! And now for the winner of "Win My Junk!"BAMBI!Thank you for entering, everyone! Hopefully, there will be more free stuff to give away in the near future! :)

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Hello Bloggers!I will announce the winner for "Win My Junk" Monday morning. You still have time to enter, just click on the "Win My Junk Sweepstakes" picture to the left to find out more information!Have a wonderful weekend!Miss Caught Up

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I was tagged by the awesome Web-Betty to recapture my teenage years (definitely check out Web-Betty’s blog. She’s even added her teenage years pictures, I always find it fun to see other people’s pictures of when they were young – I’d add mine, but all you’d see is an awkward acne ridden teenage girl with glasses that took up half of her face – well, up to my Junior year). So where should I begin

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It is November 4, 2008.Yesterday I decided to return to work, my previous work place to have lunch with Sharon and Mr. Method. I quickly snuck past Taps old office that is now Mr. Mistake’s office and I noticed the filing cabinet that was next to the office has been moved. I continue to head for Sharon’s cubicle only to notice a young woman, maybe around 19? Or 20? standing in Mr. Method’s

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It is November 3, 2008.No! Not those ones! Well, unless you consider Mr. Method my new adult toy, but I don’t mean him either. Friday evening Mr. Method and I cooked together. I found a roasted vegetable recipe and bought a buttermilk squash, a Yukon potato, a sweet potato, and a red bell pepper. I helped make the roasted vegetable and he cooked the steak. After we finished our dinner we snuggled

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It is October 31, 2008.HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!Despite not working I feel unproductive. I think it started after my midterm Wednesday evening. After that midterm I’ve been feeling mentally wiped out. I don’t want to write, although I have been trying to write everyday. I just want to sit at home, eat, and watch movies.On a less depressing note, I am heading over to Mr. Method’s tonight. He is

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It is October 29, 2008.It’s almost Halloween and I don’t have a costume for this coming Halloween party, taking place on Saturday. I’m unlikely to buy a costume so I’m devising a plan to be Invisible Woman. “I was at the party. Didn’t you see me? You were staring right through me and you didn’t even say ‘hi.’ That was kind of rude.”Which it would prompt my friends to ask, “Well, what did you

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It is October 27, 2008.“Oh, nothing much. Went to a Women’s Show with Katya to score some more free stuff. Got ripped off 17 cents postage stamp by the county court. Watched a lot of TV and spent some of Sunday with Mr. Method.” I said over the phone with Sharon.“Wait…the country court ripped you off 17 cents postage stamp?”“Yes,” I made sure to heave a heavy sigh. Hello, my name is Amanda and I

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Well, not really. I just thought “Win My Junk” makes for a clever headline. I mean, who would want to win my junk?? How about Win My Stuff? Or Win My Free Stuff plus more? Or I Just Want To Win! This is what happens when I’m jobless for the next three weeks. I get silly!I have accumulated a lot of free and fabulous items! Some are not so fabulous and some are hard to part with, even though the

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It is October 23, 2008.The smell of a steakhouse leaked through the cracks of Mr. Method’s apartment as I stood in front of his doorsteps. I rang the bell and next I heard the sound of rushed stomping moving closer to the door. “What’s the secret pass phrase?” A drowned voice asked.“Um, um,” think quick Amanda! “Um, I’m really hungry and if you don’t open the door I’ll kick it down, tie up you,

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It is October 22, 2008.Sure, I’m supposed to deliver my resignation letter to Mr. Mistake, but I decided to go above his head, straight to the director. Besides, Mr. Mistake is still “transitioning”, meaning he’s nowhere to be found since he’s still managing his other department. Amusing, I received an email from Mr. Mistake with the word, “Why?” That was it.A few hours later Mr. Mistake appeared

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It is October 20, 2008.Friday evening…I don’t even know how to put it into words. All I know is that it was absolutely fantasmic! (Fantasmic?)After work I went home to prepare for my date. I wore a silk, and somewhat sheer, black Valentino Red dress with a black belt, and my Oh! Deer praline black with red sole 4” heel pumps. Hoping I wouldn’t fall over or trip over myself later that night.Mr.

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It is October 17, 2008.(Mr. Method) has requested a chat conversation: Accept? Decline?Amanda G. has signed on Oct. 17, 2008 at 08:58:29 AM(09:02:14 AM) (Mr. Method): How do you feel about greasy classic American food?(09:05:02 AM) Amanda G.: I feel…good about greasy classic American food, I think. Like?(09:07:48 AM) (Mr. Method): Well, I know you like burgers…what about steak?(09:08:02 AM)

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(Before I start my blog there is something you should know. It is the size of a NOVEL! I'll understand if you don't have time to read it. Anyways, this post consists of the following: Today’s post, memes, awards, and such.) It is October 16, 2008. “I really like that new Beyonce song! It’s called ‘If I Were A Boy’, I think,” Tina, a slightly older woman in her late 40’s and a co-worker from

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It is October 15, 2008.I have been completely swamped the past couple of days at work, since Almighty Manager left Sharon, Mr. Method, Mighty Bitch, and I have temporarily taken over the department while Mr. Mistake makes his transition. I have been avoiding Mr. Mistake and asking Sharon to relay messages to him if necessary.I’ve also been searching for job opportunities, but the market looks

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It is October 13, 2008.“I know, I know, I left everyone hanging Thursday, but I was really busy! And I had a wedding to attend to Friday.” I say over the phone with Katrina. “But you’re on the phone with me now.”“So, tell me! Tell me! Tell me! And who’s wedding did you go to?”“An old high school friend of mine. I flew in Friday morning, had breakfast at some place called Pete’s on Colfax Avenue.

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It is October 9, 2008.(Mr. Method) has requested a chat conversation: Accept? Decline?Amanda G. has signed on Oct. 9, 2008 at 08:01:36 AM(10:01:50 AM) (Mr. Method): Hey…(10:01:59 AM) Amanda G.: Hello…(10:02:49 AM) (Mr. Method): I’m really sorry about last Friday…I didn’t know she was going to be there…(10:03:06 AM) Amanda G.: It’s okay. You can stop apologizing. It’s not your fault.(10:05:08 AM)

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It is October 7, 2008.Instead of my daily post I am going to post two meme’s, a sort of “getting to know” Amanda post. One meme is posted on Diva On A Diet and it looked fun, so that’s why I’m going to post it. The second meme is tagged by Somewhere In Between.“What’s In Your Handbag?”Here are the rules:(This meme was started by Mimi, Queen of Memes)Find a safe and quiet place free of significant

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It is October 6, 2008.Earlier this morning Mr. Method came over to my cubicle to apologize for Friday evening and he hoped it did not ruin the rest of my weekend. I told him it was no big deal and I had hoped it would not happen again next time. I gave him a quick smile and he gave me a concerned smile before walking back to his cubicle.Seconds later, “I heard what happened Friday evening.”

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It is October 3, 2008.Have you ever had one of those days when things are not going your way? It’s raining outside. The coffee you made taste like crap. The entertaining person in your life (i.e. Sharon) calls in sick. Your hair is this huge explosion of wild, messy, frizzy, wavy locks and all you can think of is Mike Meyer’s quote from the movie So I Married An Axe Murder, “Head! Move! His head

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It is October 2, 2008.“Hello Amanda.” I recognized the voice. I am scared and irritated at the same time. I want to hide. My eyes moved right and my head followed to see a blue suit figure standing in my cubicle. A hand is place on my shoulder, “It’s nice to see you again. Why haven’t you returned my text?” It’s true, he’s been text messaging me all this time and I’ve been ignoring them in hopes

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It is October 1, 2008.After work yesterday I walked out of the office building and halfway to my car I heard someone running. As I inched closer to my car a body appeared next to me. I looked over and it was Mr. Method.“Hey,” he said.“Hey.” I returned.“Wanna race home?” He smiled.I was a little surprised at the unexpected invitation to race home against him; yet, we don’t live in the same area.

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It is September 29, 2008.I walked into the bathroom. The air is consumed with some wretched stench. I have to go so bad that I covered my nose and go to the toilet. Three stalls away I hear the rolls of paper pulled and torn off. A few times. This person is the culprit.I quickly go, do my thing, so I can quickly leave. I rushed to the sink, wash my hands, and grabbed a paper towel. As I reached

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I was tagged by the lovely Diva!Four Times Meme:Instructions: Copy/paste the meme into your blog, type in your answers and tag four people on your lists! Don't forget to change my answers to your own.(A) Four places I go over and over: The office, Neiman Marcus, Nordstroms, Whole Foods(B) Four people who e-mail me regularly: Almighty Manager, Sharon, Dacey, Katrina (C) Four of my favorite

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It is September 26, 2008.Sharon stands in my cubicle scanning my desk, “Oooh! You have tea!”“I have Earl Grey, Passion, and Wild Sweet Oranges.” I offer.“Oooh! I’ve never tried Earl Grey!” Funny, she’s never tried Earl Grey?Mr. Method sidestepped into my cubicle. It’s apparently a party in here. “Wild Sweet Oranges? How are oranges wild?” He sarcastically says.I shrug and suggest, “Oranges Gone

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It is September 25, 2008.Katrina politely sips on her wine and I madly scarf down a sizzling rib eye rabid with hunger at my favorite steakhouse. I have no shame.“If you keep that up you’ll choke! Be a lady and chew, huh?” Katrina says still sipping on her wine.I look up at her, with steak still in my mouth, I say, “No, when you eat a steak you eat a steak. There’s no time to be ladylike! And you

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The fabulous fabulocity and divalicious Diva on a Diet of Beach Eats has given me the best and kindest award! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I love your blog too! As with all awards there are certain rules to follow: 1. Link to the giver. 2. Nominate up to seven other fab blogs and link to them. 3. Leave messages announcing their rise to greatness. (Note - You may have been given this already

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I’d like to take a moment to thank you all for your donations, support and kind words pertaining to my friend Sara and her daughter Kiyana. You truly are a great bunch of bloggers and I am privileged to have “met”/read your blogs. Thank you on behalf of Sara and Kiyana.It is September 24, 2008.I hear Sharon shuffling in her cubicle and giggling to herself. Suddenly, our company chat program pops

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It is September 23, 2008.I had just received an email with more information pertaining to my friend’s, Sara, situation. I understand that without a story, people are less likely to help. Today, instead of my silly-office-soap-opera story I am going to write about Sara’s story.Sara has a six-year-old daughter name Kiyana. When I visited Sara one week, during one of my vacations, I visited Sara’s

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Dear Readers,I have a situation. An emergency. My friend, Sara who resides in Vancouver, Washington, has a legal problem pertaining to her and her daughter Kiyana. They have no more funds to pay for the attorney fees and she has even borrowed money through her company's Employee Assistance Program and she cannot borrow anymore. I don't know what else to do. However, my friend is donating all her

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It is September 22, 2008.I had rushed into the restroom and without checking my surroundings I entered a stall. As I began to pry out the wedgie from the deep depths of my ass I hear Sharon pacing around the restroom.“So what’s the situation?” I asked.“Oh. Well. Um. Oh, yeah!” Sharon said as if she suddenly remembered what she came in here to tell me. “Well, here’s the scoop! You’re going to love

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It is September 19, 2008.Early this morning, Sharon walks into my cubicle to discuss a concern with one of our projects. As we chat about the challenges surrounding this particular project I feel a bit uneasy. I started to fidget in my seat. I wasn't uneasy about the project, per se, and though I tried to be discreet, I was becoming very uncomfortable.Sharon finally notices and asks, “What on

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It is September 18, 2008.“Amanda! Babe! This is Katrina. I just read your blog! You must come work with me!” Katrina spat over the phone. “Katrina! Honey!” I mimicked her tone, “I told you. This is a no, no for me. Especially when it comes to friendships.”“Okay, okay. Here’s the thing, babe. I need an events manager! I’m expanding my company and I need a department that oversees planning events,

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It is September 17, 2008.Yesterday afternoon I sent out an Evite for a bowling party for next month. I don’t even know why I thought this a great idea, but it derived from boredom. I haven’t seen many of my friends in a while, so I decided to do an Evite.As I was filling out the blanks I noticed some options, especially the option to “create a poll” to ask for opinions, what to bring, etc.So I

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It is September 16, 2008.Two things happened yesterday:Web-Betty was anxious to hear about Little Miss Turvy and why she ran off so dramatically Thursday during work. So here it is:I walked into Mr. Method’s cubicle sit myself on his desk and asked him if Little Miss Turvy was okay. He said, “huh?”“You know, Thursday, at work. She walked away distraught, like maybe you took away her lollipop,

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It is September 15, 2008. Sharon is absent today. I am completely sad. Who am I suppose to talk trash, gossip, prank, drink coffee with today? She left on business trip this morning and should be back by Thursday. Hopefully. So here are some weekend catch-ups! Friday was Taps’ last day. Mighty Bitch held a little “We’ll Miss You” party in the break room which most employees attended for the

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It is September 12, 2008.Continuing from Act I:“If you can excuse us for a moment.” Almighty Manager said. We exited Taps’ office. Sharon and I lingered in Mr. Method’s cubicle for a tête-à-tête.“What do you think is going on?” Sharon asked, which I followed with a shrug. Mr. Method suddenly shushed us. A raised voice was coming from Taps’ office. We couldn’t make out what was said, but we knew

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It is September 11, 2008. Outside of Taps office we heard, “What on Earth!!” then we heard, “What? Why isn’t this working??” and, “WHAT THE FUCK!!!” also, “Get...Gah…Stupid!…Mutha…” then some banging on the keyboard. I’m quietly laughing in my cubicle at Taps loud overreaction. I can hear Sharon giggling in her cubicle. Taps stomps down our isle and demanded, “Who messed with my computer?!? WHO

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It is September 10, 2008.Target: Taps’ OfficeAccomplices: Amanda, Sharon, Mr. MethodMission: Desktop Switcher-rooThe absence of Taps today has provoked an up rise amongst my fellow departmental staff against Taps’ office, excluding Mighty Bitch – of course. Inspired by cubicle angst and too many late nights watching the ultimate office cult movie, “Office Space”, me, the little prankster devised

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It is September 9, 2008.It isn’t as bad as it sounds. Last night, after work and the fiasco with the Devil Machine, I went out on a blind date. One of my friends, Katya a gorgeous Russian beauty who slightly resembles Olga Kurylenko, demanded I go on a blind date with her friend Patrick. I threw caution to the wind and said what the heck. I’ll do it. Except, I have a sinking feeling I am

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It is September 8, 2008.In an attempt to conserve money our company installed a Devil Machine. Also known as a touch less electronic towel-dispensing machine installed in all facilities with a sink. You know, the towel-dispensing machines you see at malls in the bathrooms.The company believes, by limiting the towels to be dispensed in increments of one-foot by one-foot they will save money – in

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It is September 5, 2008.A $1000 from last night’s shop-excursion and I am a little done up today. The super high heels. The tight pencil skirt. The tight short-sleeved turtle neck. I blame the new-and-enhanced-sexy-me on Katrina. Yesterday one of my closest friends, Katrina, called to tell me she is flying in on a business trip and she needs three things. Shop. Gossip. Catch-Up. Oh, and to have

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It is September 4, 2008.Our office is having one of those “Office Space” moments. The fax machine is relentlessly uncooperative. Sharon was the first to walk by it to notice the blinking red light. I walked by next to watch Sharon un-jam the fax machine.“It says there’s a paper jam, but I can’t find the jam anywhere.” Sharon says. I try to help her by opening all the compartment doors to find the

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It is September 3, 2008.Imagine a cream white beach. A blanket of warmth smothers your skin; the sun silks your body to a perfect tan. Russet skinned servers littered the seashore beckoning to your every desire. The resonances of the majestic waves and the occasional swish of icy beverages rings in your ear. A laughter here and there from a few passerby. A light breeze reminiscent of soft cotton

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It is September 2, 2008.A lot has happened during the past weekend and I’ve neglected to describe any details of my drink meet with Joel from last Thursday. It went OK. At the end of the evening I ended up saying the most cliché lines, “Joel, it was fun…blah, blah, blah…” Then he tried to kiss me. At this point I skillfully turned my head enough for him to miss my lips and kiss my cheek instead.

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It is August 29, 2008.Yesterday when I stayed after work to do some overtime Mr. Method rolled into my cubicle, “What’cha doing?” he so delightfully asked. “I am trying to tidy up. Finish some of these projects. You know, work.” An uncomfortable laugh escaped my mouth.“Oooooh. Yeah, I have to do the same thing. (Little Miss Turvy) has to stay late anyways and she and I have dinner reservations

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It is August 28, 2008.No matter what Managerial/Supervisory Workshops suggests it should be.The staff members in our department congregated in Taps office, all five of us including Taps. It’s a big office.Behind me I heard Sharon snigger and when I looked at her I saw a look of amusement and a steadfast gaze towards the opposing side of the room. I followed her gaze to a pink mug set on Taps’

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It is August 27, 2008.Sharon thumps both hands on my desk. “You have got to be kidding me! You did that?” Sharon refers to the suddenly mysterious fresh breath emulating from Taps’ oral cavity. I lightly waft my hand and articulate, “No, I don’t think you’re loud enough. Can you – do you not know how to speak softly?” “I’m sorry! I just can’t help myself. Okay, so what’s the 411, lady?”“I’ll give

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It is August 26, 2008.At 6 A.M. I was at 7-11 purchasing a slew of miscellaneous items for work. You’re probably wondering why I would spend $22.94 worth of assortments for work from 7-11. You’ll see. Just keep reading.At 6 A.M. Taps was probably not brushing his teeth and instead he was ironing his work shirt to pristine starchy condition.At 6 A.M. I imagined Mr. Method at the gym peddling his

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It is August 25, 2008Today at work Taps is breathing down everyone’s necks…or should I say singeing our nose hairs with the wrath of his breath. I’m tempted to send him a mystery basket full of mints.Our company chat program pops up on my screen. It’s Sharon.Amanda G. has signed on Aug. 25, 2008 at 08:44:37 AM(08:44:38 AM) Sharon N.: Hiiii!(08:44:43 AM) Amanda G.: What are you doing? Aren’t they

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It is August 22, 2008TGIF!I can’t wait for the end of today! So far Taps hasn’t bothered me about the new project. I’m one step away from finishing it anyways, which means I can start on the other projects I had to delay.Mr. Method rolled himself into my cubicle earlier to whisper, “Hey, a group of us are gathering at The City Grill. Wanna come?” Mr. Method is wearing dark blue jeans, a blue

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It is August 21, 2008I did it. Last night I freed myself from Mr. Mistake’s emotional and mental Star Wars Jedi Darth Vader force. Or whatever force you want to call it. From what I can remember it went down like this:“This…whatever it is…isn’t going anywhere.”Mr. Mistake puts both hands on either of my shoulder. “Sweetheart, it will! It is! Why do you have to force this issue?”“I’m not forcing

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It is August 20, 2008Time decided to stop today. It’s 12:24 PM. I can hear Sharon filing her nails. I stand up and look over our cubicle partition and stare at her, “Are we giving yourself a manicure?”Sharon’s filed nail particles floated around the air near her fingernails. I suddenly cringe at the thought of accidentally sniffing some up my nose. What if those nail residue floats into my

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It is August 19, 2008Today I begin an online blog to document my life. And today begins with…Taps, my superior, came to my desk today. He is a tall lanky fellow with a dragon’s breath that could make you cry mercy if he happens to get too close. And today, Taps got too close.“Amanda how is your workload? Because I need you to stop what you’re doing and start this new project.” Taps impatiently

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