So it’s been a year since I’ve left Newegg. I STILL miss it dearly! Working at Time Warner is definitely a different environment. My coworkers are a little bit older and we get our own 6 ft tall cubicles so it gets lonely. Don’t get me wrong, I’m lovin’ the nicer cubicles and all but…it’s still different.
(LOOK AT MY CROWN J WALLPAPER. A!!!!!!)
I miss playing pranks on my coworkers. That’s what we did best. My VP would even join in on the fun. One time, I took a screenshot of his desktop and then hid all his icons, then set his wallpaper as the screenshot. He had trouble trying to open programs. Heh.
Then another time, we unplugged his mouse and keyboard. So he restarted his computer a bunch of different times.
Hey, he wouldn’t let us get away with these sorts of things either. After work, he’d come over to our desks and cause trouble. One morning, each one of us got phone calls. Except, all of our ringtones were set to different things. I swear I remembered someone’s being a cow that MOO’d really loudly. Oh yeah, he also changed the ring volume and set it at high. So when we each got phone calls, everyone in the office would turn around and stare. And these phone calls came randomly throughout the day.
Another time, my coworker needed one paper clip. Except, when she went to go reach for her one paperclip, she had like 100 paperclips connected together. I wonder how long it took him to do that.
My favorite prank of all time though, had to be when someone…I actually still don’t know who did this to me. I suspect my VP. But basically everytime I opened my drawer, Mexican music would start playing. SO CLEVER. I basically flipped my desk upside down trying to find the stupid device. I literally cleaned out all my drawers thinking it was somewhere in there. Nope. Someone took one of those singing electronic birthday cards that would play music when you open it and stop when you closed it and stuck it under my drawer.
Working at Newegg reminded me of that one episode out of The Office where Jim set Andy’s ringtone to a loud annoying singing one and threw his cell phone up in the ceiling. Then he kept calling it throughout the day.
But it doesn’t mean that I didn’t retaliate.
BTW, someone needs to come clean and tell me who set this as my wall paper while I was gone. kplsthx.
Bringing my high school yearbook to work was the worst mistake ever. Someone ended up scanning my freshman year picture and everyone had copies. Everyone formed an alliance against me and set their MSN icon to my face. Then, they all changed their display name to mine and invited me to a chatroom. I was basically in a chatroom with 12-15 Tiffany Lees.
Then, my VP made a wanted poster and posted it all over the office. Apparently it was even in the men’s bathroom.
Also, I miss photo shoots with my photo buddy Jerome!! And lunch with the girls on Fridays 
WAVEEEEEEEEE NEIGHBOR! GAYHOP GAYHOP!
Sorry for the long sentimental babbling and props if you actually read through it all but I can’t help it. I MISS MY NEWEGGERSSSSSSSS!
So here’s one to the Neweggers. Cheers friends!
Sorry on slackin’. I should’ve posted this 2 weeks ago. Another successful Wednesday night at the Key Club. Once again, talented choreographers showcased their pieces. Amazing dancers!
I WEAR T-SHIRTS. SHE’S CHEER CAPTAIN AND IM ON THE BLEACHERS DREAMIN’ BOUT THE DAY NANANANANA IF YOU CAN SEEEE THAT IM THE ONE NANANANANA.
Yesterday night, I was driving and bumping my T-Swizzy track super loud while singing at the top of my lungs to my girl, and I almost ran over a pedestrian at a stop sign intersection.
In my defense, it was effin’ dark. Plus, I was sympathizing with my girl. She totally deserves the guy who has a girlfriend that wears high heels. Come on, she makes him smile when he knows he’s about to cry. Plus, his girlfriend’s always goin’ off about something he said. Obviously, she doesn’t get his humor like Taylor Swift does.
Anyway, he glared at me as he walked past my car and I looked away.
Damn you, Taylor Swift.
Saturday night was apparently hippie night. I didn’t get the memo, so I couldn’t join in on the fun. I was there to watch.
Dude. Seriously. Burning Man was composed of so many hippies. Everyone camped out in their neon lighted tents dressed up in wolf/Peter Pan/flower/alltypesofwildlife/eccentric/interesting/wild/crazy/sexy/cool costumes. I swear I had a visual overdose of WTF.
Burning Man is when all the freaks come out. I like it. Next year, we will be more prepared and come dressed to play.
We took the Metro one stop from Union Station to Chinatown. Then, we didn’t know where to go. So we followed the house music. EUNCE EUNCE EUNCE EUNCE.
(Ridin’ in style on the Metro) 
Pier 33
Okay, so I totally pulled a creeper with this shot and spied on this couple for a little while. They seemed to be having a moment. Probably drug induced.
YOGA FLAME!
YOGA FIRE!
Matthew McCougnegehgegyegehey made an appearance and showed off his fire twirling skills.
Busy busy weekend. Kicked it off with Jun’s solo art exhibit over at Canvas. All the cool kids were there. That’s why we decided to go. Because we’re cool.
Emz is cool.
Skateboards are cool.
The kids are cool.
Spinning is cool.
Having Bobby Hundreds in the background of your photo is cool.
Crowds are cool.
Bikes are cool.
Bikes with The Hundreds stickers all over them are cool(er).
Loitering is cool.
Stickers are cool.
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