Author: Virginia

So I was just helping myself to a not particularly small handful of M&Ms (TM) from the break room at work, and when I withdrew my hand, they were ALL green.  How spooky is that?  And I don’t want any smartass comments referring to the middle school significance of the green M&M (TM) – probability… Continue reading Tales from the Crypt/Warehouse/Office

So the new job is totally getting better with every minute.  I’m doing much better with my espanol, and I’ve learned to successfully pull the “I’m the new gringa, please speak slowly” in what is apparently a charming enough manner to work on even the trickiest accents.  That, and I’m finally starting to understand our… Continue reading El saga del trabajo

When, when, WHEN did they go changing the entire Spanish language on me? And when did every single games vendor in Puerto Rico grow a thick moustache through which I am unable to understand basic speech? And when and more importantly WHY did I think I was fluent in Spanish? Madre mía, I know this’ll… Continue reading ¡Sálvame, Diós!

So far, so good. Except I already had to thwart efforts to spoiler the US/Czech soccer game score – other than that, so far so good. Let’s see, I have spent my day so far taking notes about how RPGs work, playing Magic against a virtual goblin (1-1 so far, with my ass currently being… Continue reading The New Job, Part One

So I no longer have to work at the law firm.  Ever.  And my niece is the cutest thing since the word cute entered our lexicon.  She tells me stories in Spanish.  And my stepbrother is ridiculous and funny and rad and a lightweight.  And my parents are ridiculous and hilarious and grand.  And family… Continue reading Tales from Final Friday

I am actually wearing a prototype of my Halloween costume for this year.  And only like three people know this.  Tee hee. In other news:  I. NEED. OUT. OF. HERE. But at least I get to leave work early to get my trick hip fixed.  After that I’m getting new dentures and updating my will,… Continue reading Only 4 months early

Seriously, the countdown cannot tick down fast enough.  *Tragedy* struck as I was fifteen minutes late back from lunch today.  Seriously, you probably didn’t notice, but I have been all but assured by my soon to be ex-employer that the world literally stopped turning during those fifteen minutes.  I am SO important it makes me… Continue reading “WHAT is the meaning of this!?”

So I think I may have figured out what it is that’s been bugging my hip so I walk like an old granny and can’t run or bike or, as of last night, even sleep comfortably… I think it’s my clutch.  Yep, my clutch is stiff, and once I tweaked my hip at all, shifting… Continue reading Racing season

Yeah, yeah, yeah – 666, number of the beast, Day of the Devil, oh yikes, let’s all rewrite our wills and repent. Today is not Doomsday, people. The world as we currently understand and know it doesn’t end until the culmination of the 13th baktun according to the Popul Vuh, which doesn’t occur until December… Continue reading Everyone just simmah down now

That’s what’s going as the slogan on my next business card.  Possibly sub “Extraordinaire” for “since 1981”; haven’t decided on that part yet. Alas. So, how’s my last week going, you all ask?  Slowly.  And yes, I realize that it is Monday, as I write this.  But the good part is, I’ve managed to capitalize… Continue reading “Thief, Hack and Egomaniac Extraordinaire”