Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Engagement is Weird...

Calling someone your "fiance" is really strange. I don't want to turn BOTS into a venue for my complaints about engagement woes, but it may very well happen. People are sooooo weird.

Here's a scene from work when I first came in with the ring (remember, I'm at a new job now so I don't know these people very well).

Boss Man: Is that a new bauble? (he really said bauble too)
Kat: Yes.
Boss Man: Am I to understand that it's an engagement ring?
Kat: Yes.
Annoying Female Snoopy Co-Worker: OH MY GAWD! You got engaged and you didn't tell anyone???
Kat: Um, well, I didn't want to run in and scream, "I'm engaged everyone!"
Boss Man: Hmmmm....so, you'll need vacation time for a honeymoon. And then come the babies....
Then he walked away muttering.

I think I'm in for quite a ride kids! And we haven't even picked a date yet!

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

The Starbucks People Won’t Like This

Hi, my name is Agnes and I am a coffee drinker. I have been a coffee drinker since 1998. My relationship with the coffee was the typical right of passage, really. I graduated college and went straight into the corporate world, which included a long commute. I became a coffee drinker on day 2 of my first full-time job in June of 1998. It helped wake me up and adjust to a schedule that my body had never before experienced. A college student schedule is far different from that of an over-worked rookie in the advertising business in San Francisco. I had my stainless steel travel mug that held 16 oz. of the good stuff. The amount never really increased, with the occasional trip to Starbucks for my favorite white chocolate mocha fix. This was the norm for many years. That is until last December.

I was visiting my parents over Christmas. I had my usual cup of coffee in the morning, a little bit of breakfast, and headed out to the grocery store with my mom. Suddenly, I got all jittery and my heart started to race. I tend to have a little bit of anxiety whenever my body does something unpredictable, and the combination of caffeine-induced jitters and anxiety resulted in me wanting to crawl in a corner and rock back & forth until it went away. This happened every morning for 2 days until my mom suggested that maybe I cut down to ½ a cup of coffee in the morning.

This seemed to help. At first. But after a couple of weeks it started up again. WTF! I was already cutting down! I attempted to stop cold turkey. Unfortunately, that’s when the coffee withdrawals started, especially the life-stopping headache that no amount of Advil could tame.

So now I’m down to ¼ cup of coffee in the morning. But guess what? The jitters are back. I can’t win. Do I face the jitters and drink less and less until I’m down to a teaspoon a day? Or do I go cold turkey and face the hammers in my head? Why is this stuff legal?

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Pole Hogs!

Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long, but we're busy chickies!

I took this picture this morning of a Pole Hog. A Pole Hog is a person who leans their whole body against a pole in the subway so that no one else can hold on to it. That sh!t don't fly during rush hour. I normally just wriggle my hand around the pole anyway, digging into the hog's back along the way. They get the hint eventually. Sometimes, however, I don't feel good about touching any part of the hog (you never know where people have been) so I stand there balancing and cursing them.

Today, I saw this hog and went to hold the pole. He was leaning so hard on it, that I couldn't even wriggle on. I said, "Excuse me!" He ignored me (typical). I mumbled something about all the a$$holes that ride the subways. Then, I took his picture as an example for the rest. Don't be a Pole Hog people! Or BOTS will call your s$$ out!