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Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Doin' the caw caw pigeon

So, I'm walking to work today and it was one of those warm mornings where I didn't have to wear a hat or scarf and was enjoying having the wind blow my hair around for once. Then just as I crossed the street and was nearing the subway entrance, a mad flying pigeon appeared out of no where, flying right at me. I sort of made a little squeal as I crouched down, hoping it would fly above me or veer to the left before making contact. Alas, it flew straight towards my head and flapped its dirty wings in my hair. It was so scary, if felt like a bat was in my hair or something and I could hear cooing noises above my ear, which made me squirm even more. I could have been screaming, I really have no idea for sure.

When the pigeon finally flew away--what seemed like hours later--I had a group of people looking at me from a distance but not wanting to get too close to the actual fiasco. Some of the women gave me a sympathetic look; men were looking at me as if I was crazy while I was busy checking frantically to see if there was any poop on my black coat or in my hair.

I tried my best to walk away gracefully and seem somewhat unfazed by the incident, I smoothed out my hair and walked down the subway steps as if this happened to me everyday and I was late for a day at the spa, lol. At least that's how I hope it looked to the people around me shaking there heads as if I invited the pigeon to have a romp on my head.

Posted by Tara at 9:01 PM PST
Updated: Tuesday, March 1, 2005 7:55 PM PST
New office, same cubicle

The office that I work at in Times Square, just moved from the 16th floor to the 9th floor. Although the new floor smells of fresh paint and is all shiny and new, I still have the same icky cubicle with a tinted window on one side, where my coworkers can see in.

*Good news: I'm away from loud cubicle neighbor guy who talks about nipples. The new office also has a foosball & TV rec room. Let the games begin!

*Bad news: I'm no longer near cute office boy, but he did stop by this morning to inspect my new space :) I'm also in a heavy traffic area since I'm near the printer and everyone keeps walking by. I better not access my official blog page, I'm sure the pink background and cosmo glasses will catch their attention and get me into some trouble.

Words of Advice: Never eat a powdered bavarian doughnut at work, even if it's free and especially if you are wearing dark grey pants. I look like a sloppy coke addict.

Posted by Tara at 6:41 AM PST
Updated: Thursday, January 27, 2005 9:52 AM PST
Sunday, January 9, 2005
Tara Reid's nipples---appropriate office conversation?
This new guy at work, who is in the cubicle next to me, keeps telling me about Tara Reid's nipple and how one came out at some celebrity event. He offered to e-mail me pictures of the Janet Jackson-like accident, "please don't" was my reply. Every time he says 'nipple' it seems to reverberate off the white office walls and into the quiet work area, making me cringe. Someone definitely needs a lesson on appropriate office conversations. The account managers behind us are on conference calls with clients and he keeps screaming, nipple. I was not really answering him, thinking he would get the hint that I had no desire to talk about Tara Reid's nipples, but he was not getting it. I finally was like, "um, can we drop it." He did thank goodness but now he's talking about Dave Chappelles show.

It also annoys me that he speaks so loudly in general and is always trying to have conversations between the plastic dividers, it's not like we are in a private office, everyone can hear, which is why I don't even like to make personal phone calls either.

On a side note, that slutty Tara Reid, so ruined the name Tara for all the Tara's of the world, me obviously included. I was able to deal with Tara Lipinski, after all she won a gold medal for America, but Tara Reid does not serve any purpose, she can't even act.

PS: Since I already broke one of my resolutions this year, I'm going to stick to another one. I am going to a Yoga class tonight at this Yoga center near my apartment that I've been meaning to try since this summer. I think it was featured in an episode of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. It's been awhile since I did yoga, I'll let you know how it goes.

News Article: Looming pitfalls of work blogs

Quality of condoms, Planned Parenthood does not protect
Consumer Reports conducted a study on condoms and guess what got the worse rated condom for both reliability and strength out of all 23 brands? Planned Parenthood. LOL! Isn't that just great, *shaking head* Full Article

Posted by Tara at 9:01 PM PST
Updated: Wednesday, April 20, 2005 2:22 PM PDT
Thursday, January 6, 2005
The girl upstairs wears ski boots!
At least it sounds like she does and she also enjoys rearranging furniture on her spare time, which she seems to have plenty of. Another hobby of hers is to invite lots of friends over, talk in the hallways and carry an antique bicycle up and down the stairs while laughing.

My sleuthing has uncovered that she's twenty-something like me, but I think she's on the older part of the spectrum. She definitely does not have a 9 to 5 job, given the fact that she never wakes up before 9 a.m. I think she might work somewhere in the fashion or music industry, because her outfits are very tutu-like, not corporate, and she constantly plays instruments and her radio at all hours. She also gets fashion magazines that always seem to end up in my mailbox. She could also be a trust fund baby, because her apartment is newly renovated and packed with high end technology and furniture and I never see her doing any real work of any sort. She seems to use the apartment as a place to party and crash. Luckily for me, I think she has a boyfriend and spends most of her time at his place.

Apparently she doesn't think it's rude to play her electric guitar or keyboard at 1:20 in the morning on a weekday, it's not like anyone in our building has to get up early for work or anything. Urghh, I can't imagine being so inconsiderate to my neighbors.

The base from her sound system vibrates my walls and can be heard even through my ear plugs. I think I'd die laughing if "These Boots Are Made For Walking" ever played. I've only banged on the ceiling twice, when it was past 1 a.m. and the female dog had the nerve to pound back with her ski boot laden feet. I feel like I'm back in a college dorm room.

Last night she kept time with the music by tapping her foot on the floor. I was even able to guess a few of the songs from the tapping beat. Keep in mind, when I'm sleeping my head is only a foot below the cieling.

When I do finally end up falling asleep I dream of schemes for REVENGE! They are as followed:

1. The instant gratification plan: When leaving the building in the morning on my way to work, usually around 8ish, I could ring her buzzer, waking her up since she is never up before 10 a.m., and then quickly walk to the subway station.

2. The It's mine I keep it now plan: The next time I get her mail, I will not go upstairs and put it on her door mat. As the SNL sketch goes, "It's mine, I keep it now!"

3. The I could go to jail plan: Climb up the fire escape that we both share with a pair of scissors, hope her window is open, sneak in and cut the strings of her guitar.

4. The if I had a lot of money plan: While ski boot girl is out of her apartment, pay a carpet company to lay carpet all throughout her place to act as a sound buffer, even in her kitchen. I'd order white carpet to go with her sterile hospital-white walls that are so bright they hurt my eyes whenever she opens the door. But then again if I had enough extra money to lay down carpet in her place, I could simply use the money to move elsewhere, on the top floor with nobody above me. My luck though, the roof would also be used as some rich guys helicopter pad.

5. The Apartment Building Secret Santa Plan:
I buy a one size fits all slippers and leave them at her door like a little apartment building gift exchange. Then she can start wearing the slippers when stomping around her apartment, since for some reason she needs to have shoes on at all times at all hours. She even wears heels after midnight when just chilling around her apartment. I just don't get it, the first thing I do when I come home is to ditch my heels and pad around barefoot or with socks.

Note: I have not acted on any of these plans and no I'm not a psycho, but a couple more sleepless nights and I could come close to being one...

Posted by Tara at 9:01 PM PST
Updated: Wednesday, March 9, 2005 8:09 AM PST
Wednesday, January 5, 2005
Blogging In America
(From the BBC, thanks to my new blog friend Trev in Ireland)

* Blog readership has shot up by 58% in 2004
* Eight million have created a blog
* 27% of online Americans have read a blog
* BUT Only 38% of online Americans have heard about blogs
* Blog creators are likely to be young, well-educated, net-savvy males with good incomes and college educations, the survey found. (Minus the male and the good income part and you got me, lol)
The complete online article: Blog reading explodes in America

The PR office I work at just got one of our clients, Sierra Atlantic, in Forbes magazine!
To Hire A Son, Woo His Parents

Finally It Has Happened to Me... (shoot now that song is in my head)
I won 100 credets on Blog Explosion! Before I had never won more than 25 credits and was getting envious of those who had. Now BE visitors you can hate me ;)

Posted by Tara at 9:01 PM PST
Updated: Monday, January 10, 2005 7:39 AM PST

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