This whole size inflation thing is getting a little out of hand. Last winter at Old Navy, when I was trying on sweaters, I couldn’t even get my shoulders through the XS. Today I tried on an XS shirt and an XS dress, both were a little too big. I still could have bought them, but it wasn’t worth it. The dress made me look like I was five anyway.

And the pants. Only a few short months ago I was a four-short. As of today, Old Navy claims I am a two-short. Funny, since I still fit into the pants I bought last time. Actually, they’re a little smaller than the ones I bought today. The pants didn’t shrink. I measure myself, I didn’t lose any inches around my waist or hips. My top half is another sad story, but I won’t get into that.

So what, by next winter I won’t be able to shop there??? They don’t carry XXS. And what about the poor girls smaller than me. I am not that thin. I am right, smack dab where I should be for my height. Granted that height is short, but still. There are a great number of girls teenier than I.

Old Navy isn’t nearly as bad as some other stores. Is it going to get to the point where we can only shop at upscale boutiques who don’t size inflate because they’re too good to give a rats ass about what people think of themselves?

Or worse, will we have to gain weight? Yes, the 5′5″ tall girl who weighs 100 pounds may be unhealthy, but I can’t gain weight and still stay in a healthy range. What’s a short girl to do? We’re not a large percentage of the population, but there are still many of us. Half the women I work with are my height. I don’t know why we’re all short, but we are. Should we be forced to be unhealthy just so we can buy reasonably priced clothing?

It’s just a number! Women shouldn’t care what it says in the first place! If the pants fit, if they look good, buy them! Don’t buy something because it’s a size smaller than you think you are and don’t put something back because you’re a four and can’t ever possibly buy a six. No one is ever going to see the inside label. Heck, you can cut the darn thing off when you get home! Wearing a size four as opposed to a size six doesn’t make your waist any thinner.

And don’t think this only effects women. Bryan, poor Bryan. He’s not skinny. He buys children’s underwear because the adult crap they sell is huge. Though I can’t complain. The underwear is so cute and it makes his butt look pinchable.

The day started off fairly normal. I was reading about COBOL, eating my breakfast, it was a fairly quiet morning.

11am we have our weekly status meeting. Remember last year when I was working on the big, awful, database thing? Well, it seems IMB is taking over all the development and testing of the big, awful, database thing. Our project, cute, little, database thing happens to be a part of the big thing. Long story short, we will no longer be working on our project anymore.

Hurray you say? No COBOL??? Yeah, that’s what I thought. That’s what Brad originally said too. Then he said, no, we already started this tiny little piece of the COBOL coding, we may as well finish it.

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WHAT THE FUCK!!????!!! WHY???????????? I say, if the stupid IBM people want the stupid project so bad, THEY SHOULD FINISH IT! They’re probably better at COBOL than me anyway!

It gets worse. I come back from the meeting and there’s a Q from Joe asking me to update my resume. I do, he sends it off to, big… whatever, the project Maryam’s working on. He sent this dude like everyone’s resumes and he decides he wants to interview me… TODAY. X(

Oh and did I mention the AC was broken so it was like 85 degrees in our room? So, I’m sitting there, sweating, trying to finish the last C part of my project, I could feel my brain oozing out of my head and I have to be interviewed.

The interview was almost an hour and a half. He asked me questions about Calculus. I just spit out some crap about integrals. He also had me list all the CS classes I’ve taken. That was harder. I hadn’t even thought about most of them in a year. I had to explain projects I purposely wiped from my memory. If I had time to prepare I would have, you know, gone through my transcript, looked through some of my old code. I didn’t even have my code there.

It doesn’t matter, because he liked me anyway. He said he was impressed by my GPA and I communicate well o_O Apparently brain ooze communicates well.

When I got back to my office I had a text message from Joe. He wanted to know how the interview went. I called him and told him it went well. I was so exhausted by that point and I’m pretty sure I sounded like it.

To summarize: now that development is finally going to be done for my current project including FUCKING COBOL, instead of getting to relax a little for two months during testing, I’m going to be working on a new, harder project. Not that a challenge isn’t good, but *whimper*

The ring I originally wanted (size 5.5), is no longer available on sale (size 5.5). But it’s OK because I found ones I like better (size 5.5) :D See first two rings: Some More of My Favorite Rings … (size 5.5) I’m going to go try on rings this weekend (size 5.5) to see what style looks better on me. Then Bryan can buy it :D (size 5.5.)

As for the C, the C is done! Yay! It actually wasn’t so bad. I only had one pointer issue and I had Robby help me.
Thing-> field in thing. OK, that makes sense.
( struct longAssName *) thing[index].thingInThat[index].thingInThat … WTF is that crap????

So, C’s done, but the next piece of code I have to work on is worse than C. It’s in COBOL. Why? Because the programming gods hate me. Do I know COBOL at all? No. Have I even seen COBOL before yesterday? No.
A quote overheard from my team lead as he was programming the other day: “GOTOs!?!?” I also heard “Bite me!” a couple of times.

If gotos aren’t funny enough: INTERCAL, and some fun with C.

Speaking of how horrible high school is, I had another nightmare the other night. No calculus this time. Actually, in the dream, I knew I graduated college, but I was taking HS classes for some reason.

The dream started out as usual, I’m late to school, this time I have a note. I don’t know what day in the rotation it is, so I don”t know what class to go to. I go to physics. It’s the last day of the semester and I realize I’ve only been to one or two technology and art classes because I’m always late. Why should I be on time, I graduated already? I see my technology teacher and he says I should be able to complete the final assignment to pass. I go to talk to my art teacher to ask her to let me make up the assignments so I don’t fail. I don’t get to talk to her though, she’s upset because a psychic told her she was going to die.

I graduated five years ago, you think I would stop having these dreams. I’m always late, usually it’s my calc classes I’ve missed due to choir rehearsals and I have to take the final and I don’t know any of the material. A lot of the time, it’s art classes too and I’m weeks behind in assignments. I never took art in high school. I always make it to physics. Sometimes I’m auditioning for a solo, and don’t get it. Sometimes we have rehearsal for the play. I usually carry around my spanish books.

I wake up thinking I have an exam to study for or homework to do. The best part about these dreams, knowing I don’t.

Why was high school so traumatizing? Will I ever stop having this dreams so frequently? I like the dreams I have about Bryan much better. I want more of those :-/

We went to see his parents yesterday and they treated us to dinner at PF Chang’s. Sooooooooo good. I had the ground chicken with eggplant, I highly recommend it. And banana spring rolls, yummmmm.

Today we saw WALL-E :D Cutest movie ever!

Remember how you thought high school would be great if you didn’t have any classes or exams and just had study halls all day? That’s like work, except you get paid and you don’t have to go to the library to use the computer. You know I think I actually have less work to do at work than I did in HS. Definitely less than college.

HS was awful. You spend all day in classes and when you finally get home after chorus/band/sports, you have hours of homework to do. Then there’s worrying about exams, boys/girls, drama, acne, being skinny, SATs, college… Doesn’t anyone remember how much being a teenager sucked?

Brandy wrote a post the other day, about how in certain areas, malls don’t let teenagers in on Friday and Saturday nights without an adult. Article here.

What the hell are the kids supposed to do??? When I was a teenager, the mall was the only place we could go. Why do they think teens hang out there? Would they rather the teens go hang out at a park around little kids? Maybe in front of the movie theater? They don’t have the means to make enough money to go into the city to see a show or have their own place to hang out at. They’re stuck.

Discrimination against teenagers is a lot worse than people realize. No one cares about them because all they see are the bad ones. What about the straight A students, the ones feeding the homeless, the ones working a part time job to help out their family? There are many teenagers out there that are better citizens than adults. Just because a few teenagers are annoying and go to the mall and never spend any money, we punish the rest? I hope they all join gangs and go on crime sprees.

And don’t think this won’t effect the rest of us. “Excuse me little girl, you need an adult with you to shop.” “I’m 23 you ass!”