"You don't have a problem with diversity. . . you hate everyone equally."

So today, I'm up at 6 am to trudge off to downtown Atlanta for my Diversity training. I don't mind the hour and a half drive. . . actually I like the drive. Gives me time to think and all that. What I hate is the traffic (which is why it took me an extra 30 minutes). I have a HUGE road rage problem. I think my job has caused this. . . I seem to have turned into a real bitch since I started it. So I get to Atlanta and wait for someone to tell me where the hell the training room is. The Atlanta office is so big and so easy to get lost in. I finally get to where I'm supposed to be and I see a friendly face. Yay! My pal from my side of town, Dwight, is taking the class with me. Dwight cracks me up all the time. It was so great having lunch with him today. We never get to bond outside of work. He's very funny and very interesting and very cute. Of course, he's taken. Been with the same woman for almost 6 years and he plans on proposing later this year in New York City. *Sigh* Oh well, another guy that I can't have. Story of my life. Of course, I do partly blame him for my dislocated knee (Note to self: if Dwight says to work out instead of sleep, just SLEEP!). Anyway, he said I should get an apartment in downtown Atlanta. . . says it's more my kind of environment. Probably so. Anyway, Diversity training was actually cool and kind of interesting. I feel really bad for all the male bashing I've done in the past. So, if I've offended any man that I know and/or love because of this male bashing, I apologize. So it was interesting and I met some cool people that work in our Atlanta office. And even though it was supposed to last until 5, we are let out at 4. Yay! On the way home, I call my grandmother to finalize plans for this weekend. We somehow get into it about Michael Moore, gay rights, and politics. I think that I may be too opioniated about that stuff. Is that a bad thing? I think I may need to tone it down. I mean, opinions lead to anarchy and all that. Who needs to form their own opinion.? But my grandmother said she doesn't like politics because it pisses her off. And even though she's supposedly pro-choice and pro-gay marriage, she's still voting for Bush. And she couldn't even give one specific example of why she disliked John Kerry. She was very vague, which I found interesting. I mean, if she were a true Bush supporter, wouldn't she have specific reasons for voting for him?? Oh well, whatever. I'm just too political, I guess. So anyway, I come home and my Internet connection (which was not working this morning) is still down. So I spend an extraordinary amount of time on hold with the phone/Internet company. Finally, I talk to a very nice guy and we reboot the router or something like that. And yay . . . I'm online again! Whoosh. . . going through withdrawals alreasy. And then, it's a wholesome snack of Teddy Grahams and milk. Yum, yum. And now it's all about mindless TV time and precious sleep. If you haven't seen the WB show, "Summerland," you should. It's got the Full House chick in it, Lori what's-her-name. Anyway, it's that, Will and Grace, and then sleep.

My Day Off

Well, it was my first Monday off in a long time. I woke up early to go to my doctor's appointment at 9:45. Of course, I am sore from all the walking yesterday and my knee is killing me. The receptionist acts very smug in telling me that she tried several times to call me and tell me that my apoointment was canceled. Yeah, I've gotten no messages on my cell phone and apparently, there was one call on my home phone and someone never gave me the message. Ugh. I could have slapped the receptionist. She needs lessons in customer service. I just want to know the results of my MRI so I know if I need knee surgery or not. I also want to know when I can get this damn brace off. Is that too much to ask. I also want to know when I can exercise again. I was exercising 2 hours a day, 7 days a week. But it's hard to do cardio with a knee brace. I guess I'll just work with weights. . . my upper body needs toning anyway. So I get up early for nothing and go to the grocery store, only to realize that I've left my checkbook, ID, and debit card at home. Of course, I do have enough cash for an Egg McMuffin at McDonald's. Yay. I then come home and spend an exciting day watching soap operas from the 70's. Oh, the joys of satellite. I also burned CD's for my sister and did homework for my diversity training class that I have to take for work tomorrow. Who assigns homework before class anyway?? I'm sure Dos would say that it's a joke having diversity training in Georgia. I mean, there are tons of white people. But Coca-Cola is a very diverse company. . . they were even sponsors of the Gay Pride Festival. At least at Coca-Cola, I do work with more than just white people. I think I've had my fill of close-minded white people. I also registered for the AIDS walk today. Yay for me. Seth and I plan on doing that together. Of course, we know that we're not going to make it the entire 10 miles. But whatever. . . we'll do what we can. And it'll be fun. And it's not till October. Hopefully, my knee will be better long before then and I can train. Seth said he hopes it isn't cold by then. My response is that this is Georgia and it'll be warm until December. I miss Rochester. . . actually, I miss the snow and the people in Rochester. I don't actually miss the town. Crazy talk is what that is. Okay, now it is time for my usual nighttime ritual of Will and Grace before bed. I can't miss a night. And tomrrow it's an early day to face rush-hour traffic in downtown Atlanta. Fun, fun, and even more fun. Bye for now!

Gay Pride Rules

Okay, so I finally gave in a created a blog like my pals in Rochester. . . apparently that's the only way we can know what's going on with each other. So the last day of Gay Pride was bittersweet. Gay people really are the best of all the people. Today was the parade. I saw drag queens and biker chicks and I didn't realize how many gay people there were in Georgia. I mean, dude, what the hell are they doing here??? I don't even want to be here. It was very sweet to see the PFLAG people and all the young kids. Seth and I got a little teary eyed. People are so open and accepting in Atlanta. . . especially during Gay Pride. I especially liked it when they shouted anti-Bush slogans. Bush does suck. Oh, and I got checked out by lesbians, which is nice. At least I know that if I ever get fed up with men, I would have options. We got free condoms too. But Seth gave me his, saying that I would need them before he would. I certainly hope so. Of course, then the flood came and halted the parade. Seth and I got drenched and shared an unmbrella with a lesbian. Good times. Seth is such a good gay husband. I had taken my knee brace off and had to walk in the flood for a million blocks to where we had parked. He was very patient in helping his crippled straight wife. Luckily, my knee didn't pop out of its socket again. FINALLY, we made it back to the car and headed back home. Seth was a little depressed because he knew he had to go back to Cornelia, Georgia, where there are nothing but stupid, close-minded rednecks. But we had some Mexican food and watched Love Potion #9 (which Seth had never seen) and things were good. We had a good laugh at all the pictures that I had taken and then I was sad cause he had to go. And I finally caught up with the adventures of Luke and Cindy. I feel sad now cause I'm not with them enjoying all the fun. Hopefully, they'll be glad to see me when I come up and we'll have a blast together. Okay, so I've rambled for long enough. Must shower and prepare for an early doctor's appointment tomorrow. Hopefully, he won't tell me that I'm dying.