So, last time I talked to my lawyer about The Saga of My Leg (and if you don't know SoMY, I cannot be bothered to go into it right now), he was talking about the trial being moved back to fall. I figured this meant he'd call me sometime soon and tell me it was in August or September.
So imagine my surprise when Jackie, Lawyer Paul's paralegal, called me up today and said "You do realize your trial starts on Monday, right?"
I did not, in fact, realize anything of the sort.
She then said "Do you have a copy of your deposition from 2001? You really need to know everything about that, they're gonna try to mess you up on the stand."
I do not, in fact, have a copy of that deposition.
So anyhow, I'm leaving on Monday evening (Monday is for motions, which means I don't have to be there), and will return... later in the week, I guess. I'm running around trying to find a place to stay. Well, places, actually, as four solid days of me, me, me might drive Altman a little crazy. Diversification is a good thing.
I will be getting a copy of my deposition in the mail tomorrow, and I'm gonna read it several times. I don't remember what I said in it, but I figure that it won't be too difficult to absorb, as 1. I was the one talking, and 2. I told the truth, so I just have to remember it. Still, four years since The Saga began, and I have to remember the tiniest details. Eeep.
I also hate my ISP; my net connection has been down for a week. Thank god I have lenient bosses who are never here; they're okay with my sudden week-long vacation, and they aren't terribly aware of my activities throughout the day.
Friday, July 11, 2003
Sudden activity
Monday, June 02, 2003
Eek.
You know, I may give the impression that the costuming world is all fun and games, buying sexy bumblebee costumes and cutting cakes with machetes and whatnot. This is not always the case, however. Some days, you get a very disturbed trannie who comes in and talks to your coworkers about his/her prosthetic vagina and asks about makeup to "make it blend in better", and then shows said thing to your coworkers after taking it off in the bathroom. Sure, the manager then throws that person out, but it sort of throws a kink in one's day to have to deal with such things.
(In case you are wondering--no, I am not making this up. How could I make this up?)
On a happier note, at least for Alice, I recently found a sexy Statue of Liberty costume. God bless America (though there is no word on Studly Uncle Sam)!
Friday, May 30, 2003
wigs 'n' things
So, through the fabulous program at work where I can write up something as an employee billing and not have to worry about paying for it , I "bought" myself a pink chin-length wig with blonde streaks through it.
I suppose this purchase makes more sense if you know that I went to a show put on by an Osaka-based girl punk band called Mummy the Peepshow. I had a pretty good time, although the venue was WAY, WAY, WAY too small, and seriously drunk people (such as "Dimestore Julian Casablancas wannabe motherfucker dipshit," who almost knocked over my friend) were annoying, and I got to see the heads of the band and was luckier than most. Note to my fellow music-goers: "We want to go up front! They're cute and foreign!" is not an excuse to shove ahead of me with your overly full beers.
But I had fun and got lots of attention between the wig and the sequined tube top. It looks like I might get an internship at a local record label; everybody should cross their fingers for me next week, and send me all the knowledge they have about the Champaign rock scene.
Thursday, May 29, 2003
I wrote a big old long post yesterday, and my computer crashed before I could put it up. Let's try this again.
I ran up to Chicago for about 48 hours last weekend for various reasons. After having what will probably be my last pitchers of Sam Adams with Joshie Nacho at Jimmy's on Thursday night, I ran all around downtown Chicago on Friday. I got to see John and Laurie Stirratt play at a noontime show at the cultural center, which was a wonderful performance. For those of you not in the know, John Stirratt is the bassist for Wilco; Laurie Stirratt is his twin sister, and was in The Hilltops with John, and later in the band Blue Mountain. The originals were all great, and they also covered a great McGarrigle Sisters song. If you like gorgeous harmonies and pretty folk music, you should go see them sometime (and for my Chicago friends, they'll be with Kathleen Edwards at Park West in the next week, hint hint).
Later that night, Miguelito and I went out for Ethiopian and then saw Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks at Metro. They had the worst opening band EVER. Seriously. This band had its van and all of its equipment stolen recently, and by the end of their set, most of the audience wanted to steal the instruments they had managed to get ahold of and beat the band to death with them.
SM and the Jicks did make up for this, though (and Miguelito and I distracted ourselves before their set with a fun game of "what's the gender of the guitar tech?" We still don't know, since the person's name was Gail). Mr. Malkmus was as foxy and bouncy as ever, and it was nice to see him with a better rhythm section than he had in Pavement (and a much foxier one, too... ask me about the drummer, Miguelito about the hot girl bassist). Never will I forget the drummer's re-enactment of Stephen Malkmus's first sexual experience. They played Jenny and the Ess-Dog during the encore, and for the final song, Hot Drummer and Stephen switched places for a country cover (and if anyone could tell me what song that was, I would love them forever).
I almost missed my bus back to Champaign, but managed to get there. The Yank and I hung out, eating fudge or in front of coffeeshops, for the rest of the weekend. Among other things, The Yank discovered there is no such word as "barristo".
Patch Adams came into the store yesterday. The real Patch Adams. He was... interesting. My bosses were so excited they made out after he left. Also... interesting.
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
More costume shop fun
So one of my co-workers, Timmy (her real name is Amanda, but she goes by Timmy at work for some reason I haven't really ever discovered) worked her last day today, since she's graduating, so we decided to get her an ice cream cake. Even though we let it thaw for about a half an hour, we still couldn't cut it with our plastic knives, and we had no regular knives. After a brief debate about whether our ninja swords would work, we remembered that we had a 18" or so long machete for sale, too. After washing it off with some antibacterial soap, our Assistant Manager, Mike, went to town with the cake roll. It really worked quite nicely. I hope they remembered to rinse it off after...
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
overheard in C-U
One of the funniest things I've heard while living in C-U was sung by some drunk guy last night around midnight. Set to the tune of "Old MacDonald Had a Farm": "Old McGuffin had a farm, e-i-e-i-o. What he had on the farm was not important, e-i-e-i-o."
Monday, April 21, 2003
My problems with subpar semi-porn at work
If I catch another of my male coworkers looking at the Leg Avenue catalog without any intention of putting together an order, I will beat him to death with it. And it's a fairly large catalog, what with the vinyl and the bodystockings and all.
I simply have the following expectations of this group of guys. 1. If they're gonna view porn, at least get something that shows nipples, not this airbrushed crap. 2. Don't look at store catalogs to get off, especially since we'll almost inevitably have to use them later for actually store work. 3. Don't do such things during work, at all, ever, even if you're working a 10am-9pm shift during Halloween.
I have a feeling that a Leg Avenue order put together by guys would take about 20 times longer to put together than the orders my co-worker Heather and I do, where she flips through and says things like "Oooh, sexy cop, sexy nurse, sexy bumblebee. Sorority girls are gonna LOVE these!" while I write it all down.
Rant over now.
Thursday, April 17, 2003
Chicagoliciousness
So, after quite the absence, I will be visiting that fair city on the lake, my old home, the weekend of the 25th. So if you hear a couple of people drunkenly bellowing Madonna and Bruce Springsteen songs at 4am on Sunday, that probably means that my host Josh and I just got home. There will also be Mike Altman Quality Time, as is necessary in all Chicago trips.
Thursday, April 10, 2003
bigheads and books
Something you only hear when you work at a place like I do:
"Yeah, I saw our banana and our shark dancing on the quad yesterday. It was a little weird, since we didn't rent them out to the same group."
I need something to read after I finish Underworld, which might be awhile, but I enjoy planning. I encourage all you people to tell me what I should read. I should probably read something nonfiction... orpossibly by an author whose name doesn't end in a vowel (last three books read: DeLillo, Calvino, Murakami). Or you could just tell me to hunt down my copy of Adventures of Augie March or London Fields, since I own both of them and haven't finished either.
Tuesday, April 01, 2003
yippy skippies and product placements
I am wearing my black skirt and my red turtleneck to celebrate the impending White Stripes release. I would go out and buy it today, but it's April 1st, so I'm afraid I'd open it up and it'd be a "Frampton Comes Alive" CD.
A comment from one of my GRE students: "Leah was well-prepared, professional and explained all the Kaplan material concisely and clearly. I would highly recommend her to anyone taking the course."
This almost convinces me that I do not completely suck as a teacher. Not quite, but almost.
Also, if you are not completely worried about killing EVERY SINGLE GERM IN YOUR HOUSE, but just want to clean up the dust and scum, I highly recommend the Method line of cleaners and dish soap. They smell lovely and don't leave me all sick like other cleaners do. They're a little more expensive, but even the bottles look nice enough to leave out! They make me want to clean. Anyone who knows me even a little knows that they must be amazing to do that. Go to methodhome.com and check this shit out.
Thursday, March 27, 2003
Public Service Announcement
Don't offer to hang glide toward a tree to save some kid's kite, as you may fall out of your apparatus 15 feet above the earth and fall on many branches on your way down.
This PSA is brought to you in a very indirect and unknowing way by my manager. Working at a costume shop can be great fun sometimes.
Okay, back to doing work now.
Friday, May 10, 2002
Re-establishing my online existence
So, I continue to be alive... I have been trained by Kaplan, but have been lazy and not started working yet... of course, it might not matter, since I'm moving to Urbana (or possibly Champaign) in August...
Oh, the excitement.
Okay, must go prevent EC from getting parking ticket.
