2005-07-16 - 12:29 a.m.

not only is it (as of now) officially an atomic anniversary, but it's the 1 year anniversary for me at my job. (Technically, yesterday, the 15th, was as it is now past midnight. I haven't slept yet though and you all know the rules.)

my coworker & friend SuzRog got up early today and made me a congratulations basket before work; she surprised me with it in the parking deck.

the card reads:

front: "Congratulations"

written inside: "For taking the least traveled road. I am in awe of your character, your strength + you in general.
Take this day and feel good about you!"

S******

the basket:

white wicker with rainbow film paper pillowed inside and around it,

inside the basket:

1. a laquered japanese fan colored in metallic reds and golds and purples
2. a small multi-colored stone necklace with a jade green heart charm embossed with a milky white daisy-type flower
3. honey & almond moisturizing milk soak
4. honey & almond body cream
5. chocoholics wild cherry chocolate body frosting
6. chocoholics red raspberry chocolate body frosting
7. chocoholics midnight mocha chocolate body frosting
8. honey & almond moisturizing milk bar
9. chocoholics original sin chocolate body frosting
10. chocoholics espresso dream chocolate body frosting
11. honey & almond body mist
12. honey & almond foaming bath essence

and we just started talking and becoming friends about a week or two ago (she's worked there for 4 months). that was really sweet though, especially the card.

in other, irritating news, I end with a letter to my apartment management:

"Dear Management,

When one is at work from 9am to 1130pm/12am, one tends to be very tired when one arrives home. When one lives on the 4th floor of the complex, which is 5 floors above the sublevel parking deck, one would appreciate it if the fucking elevator would work. Last night I just accepted it and dragged myself up the 5 floors of stairs (which is 2 steps of stairs per floor, of course) and didn't complain. This morning, the elevator repair van was parked at the bottom of the stairs when I left for work. (Walking down - not nearly as hard as walking up.) Thusly, you can image my irritation, when I arrive home from work at 1215am and while the elevator button now lights up (apparently the elevator technician made sure that the button lights were connected first, they being a priority part of the elevator's functions, you know) the elevator still does not move. So, once again, I had to climb 5 floors of (double-flight) stairs, except this time I had a heavy bookbag on my left shoulder and a gift basket hooked over my right arm, maintaining an awkward balance and trying to block out the number of steps left.

If you will recall, this is the same elevator that I was trapped in at 5am the first day we were moving in. The completely decked out fireman, replete with fireaxe, was cute and all, but you said then that you were getting the elevator revamped in a month.

That was February; now the elevator doesn't work at all.

To sum it all up, you suck.

With much cursing and hateful glances,

Your Tenant"

see you on the smokie side kids.

ulterior motives - fortune telling