Accents Are Funny

I'm watching Without a Trace on TNT while I'm waiting for Kidnapped to come on and it just makes me giggle that three of the shows actors have Australian and British accents in "real" life. Marianne Jean Baptiste is so British (despite the name); she was in Secrets and Lies and every time I watch this show I think about that movie and how much I hate Mike Leigh movies. Poppy Montgomery has a pretty decent American accent for an Australian and so does Anthony LaPaglia. In fact, I think she pretty much just speaks with an American accent all the time. Lots of Australian actors seem to do pretty decent American accents. Russell Crowe usually does and so does the Botox queen Nicole Kidman.

When I lived in England, I got so used to the accents that I stopped thinking they were sexy. And really, guys in England are just as homely as guys in the states (obviously excepting Omar!!). They have really bad teeth, too.

So about two more weeks left at the store and I can't freaking wait. I'm so ready to be done with that place.

The fake Derek Frye from All My Children is playing an African leader on Without a Trace except he sounds Jamaican. Derek Frye will always be the guy who it was before this freak, whatever his name was. This guy's a terrible actor and can't even fake an accent for a fictional African country that doesn't sound like a fake accent from the Carribean.

Veronica Mars is totally my new obsession. It's freaky how obsessed I am. I just finished rewatching season 1 and now I'm rewatching season 2 before Tuesday!! SO EXCITED!! Jason Dohring is such a cutie. Kristen Bell was just kind of nasty to him (not him, really, but his character) in an interview with TV Guide where she said that she didn't like his character and hers together and that she didn't think Logan deserved Veronica. From what I understand, he wasn't too thrilled about that interviewed.

Lost starts next week, too, and I'm excited about that too. I really enjoy Lost, but I'm not obsessesed with it the way some pople are. Baby Sis doesn't care for Lost. She was rather dismissive of me when I tried to explain to her why I like Lost. Which was annoying. Sometimes she can be rude. I love her anyway, but the rudeness is sometimes taxing to me and makes me want to smack. HARD.

Last night was Mom's birthday. Omar and I drove up to NH to see the fam and had dinner with them. Baby Sis made a carrot cake that was actually pretty good. Even if it didn't have sugar in it.

Office Premiere

Sometimes watching the office makes me really uncomfortable. Michael is just so obnoxious and horrifying that I get squirmy. He's so nasty as a boss and just watching that uncomfortable kiss with Oscar makes me want to throw something at the tv. It's just so uncomfortable to watch.

But that's the point though, I think. They want us to watch this and think, "yeah that could be my boss times ten." But tonight was kind of offensive. And uncomfortable. But I continue to watch. Because despite it being uncomfortable, it's also funny as hell.

It's All Fun and Games...

...until someone gets my foot up their ass.

I swear to God, if I knew people were always going to be stupid, I totally would've moved to Alaska or Antarctica or some other frozen barren place where there weren't going to be people. Now it's too late. I'm a functioning member of society and cannot live without modern comforts.

I have a list of clients from the store that I have to write notes to and let them know I'm leaving. I gave my notice last week and my last day is on Oct. 14. I do not have another job lined out, but I don't care about that (yet). This is the opportunity to look, you know? Anyway, a lot of these clients are very high maintenance. I wanted to send them notes and let them know I'm leaving so that they aren't surprised when they come in next time and find me gone.

It's a little bit more than I have to do, but some of these clients I know by name and know their kids and they know me and about parts of my life, etc. I want to make sure that these people are still taken care of after I leave (not that they wouldn't be; most of them spend a fortune there so we kiss up pretty bad).

Today, I had two of my highest strung, irritating clients today and honest to god, people like that are why I am leaving retail and never coming back. I can't even stand it anymore. I can't wait to leave retail.

These people have no sense of what it is to wait on them. They take up hours sometimes. Yes, they say thank you (for the most part) and yes this is part of my job. But when I'm done with them, I want to sprawl across the counters and slug vodka. Continuously. And forever.

I think I have the potential to become an alcoholic. It certainly seems appealing at some times.

Retail Sucks Ass

Lisa Rinna uses too much collagen in her lips. I'm rewatching the first season of Veronica Mars and it's the episode with the poker game. And this is Lisa's first speaking part on the show. If you put a pin in her lips, they would probably pop. Remember when she used to do soaps??

I'm so sick of my job. I'm giving my notice next week, or maybe tomorrow, depending on how much my boss irritates me. But I'm definitely giving notice by the 20th. Knowing that has made my life much, much easier. I hate the place, with a freaking passion. But I'm going to be gone soon and I can't freaking wait!!

I'm Drawing A Complete Blank

Okay, this has been the weirdest six months. People I haven't spoken to in ten years are all of a sudden emailing me out of the blue and it's starting to weird me out.

I reconnected with my best friend from middle school who, let me be very clear about this, was NOT my best friend in high school. I don't think we spoke to each other from junior year on, as a matter of fact. She became a mean girl, which really wouldn't matter much, except I was a mean girl and it took a hell of a lot to be meaner than me. And somehow she and her bitchy friends, who had been my bitchy friends from twelve to sixteen, decided they were superior to me. I don't know why that was. Maybe because I was in all honors level courses and they weren't and we didn't get to do those things in class that other best friends did because we didn't have class together anymore. Who knows? Maybe I suddenly wasn't cool enough. Maybe there was boy trouble in there somewhere; there usually was. Anyway, we don't talk about the past, we chat about things now by email and the occasional lunch in our hometown. It's weird, though, right?

Right before the wedding, I get an email from another kid I went to high school with, talking about our ten year reunion this fall. He gives me a website to look at with all the alumni from our class registering, so I look up an email address from my best friend Rick in high school. I email him, he emails me back, I email him again - except this time I tell him I'm getting married. And suddenly I never hear from him again. Rick and I were one of those "are they or aren't they" couples in high school. And we never "were," if you get my meaning. We never had the right timing. Then he got a serious girl friend and we all went to college. We lost touch after freshman year of college, but I always wondered about him.

So now, three days ago, I get an email from my best friend from high school, Sadie, who's out in LA living with her boy friend. It's like the apocolypse! People I thought I would never speak to again are coming out of the wood work! What is going on here?

It's been ten years. High school was a horrific experience. My favorite professor in college referred to it as a "soul sucking experience." She totally wasn't wrong. I think that's why I love Veronica Mars so much. She hates high school too. I was friendly with the popular kids, but not one of them. The jocks hated me because I was smart and I hated them because they were mean. I hung out on the fringes of most groups without actually being in one. My best friend (and, come to think of it, my sister) was a band geek. My only real serious boyfriend in high school was a jock (ironic, I know). I was mouthy, opinionated, bitchy, smarter than most of my classmates, snobby, and not afraid to let anyone know how stupid they were (some things really do never change). Can you see why high school might have sucked for me??

College was such a different experience. People there were so much less judgmental. In fact, the people I went to college with like me because I was all those things. One of them liked it so much about me he married me! My best friend in life (besides Omar) is Eva; we had four people from college involved somehow in our ceremony; I talk to Eva two or three times a week, my other roommate Laura (who's having a BABY and I can't tell you how weird that is) once or twice a month, Omar's roommate Fire Guy once or twice a month; we go to VT once a year to see everyone at homecoming; Eva sleeps on my couch almost as much as her own. These are my best friends. We might not speak to each other for six months, but when the phone rings, the conversation picked up right where it left off. There's never any catching up because someone else is always aware of what's going on in someone else's life!

High school was not like that. I haven't decided yet if I'm going to my ten year reunion. Part of me wants to go just out of sheer curiosity to see what happened to everyone else. And part of me remembers the misery of those four years and wants nothing to do with it. I didn't like those people when I had to see them every day; I doubt I'll like them any better with the passage of ten years.