Best of Nina 2007

Last year I was at a serious low point in my life; Dissatisfied in my career, finances, and relationship while watching everyone around me get promotions, raises, new homes, and engagement rings. I commuted 2 hours everyday to a job I absolutely despised and where all my coworkers hated me. For eight hours a day no one spoke to me, except to ask me to do ridiculously menial tasks. To release all of my frustrations and anger and pass time I would email my friend Kristine no less than 5 times a day.

Last week, while sitting at my desk at Time Out and reminiscing with Kristine over gchat about how miserable and angry I was last year in comparison to this year where I've never been happier, Kristine decided to forward me some of my emails from last year. Here are a few highlights:

Me: You know what I really hate?
KC: What? Besides everything in your life?
Me: no seriously...
KC: ok, what?
Me: I really hate the fact..and I feel like this is just soooo ironic...the fact that when you try to call your credit card company (no matter which one) your call is routed to a call center in New Delhi, India and your visa representative is this stupid friekin Indian man with a goddamn thick as hell accent that you cant understand, who only has a general speaking knowledge of English and can only comprehend commands such as "What is my balance?" or "I need to pay my bill" , but cannot understand any other questions that is a hypothetical situation or takes any type of analytical thinking. So you are left on the phone with this stupid idiot who you can't understand and who can't understand you and it is really goddamn frustrating when the call is in regards to $3000 that you don't have to fuck around with! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!


(Giving KC a pep talk)
Soon enough you will be done and you will be a college graduate and you will not have to do that crap (papers) and you will still be miserable. : ) Uplifting wasn't that ?

(Miserable morning after email)
Soooooooo I am feeling crappy on my end as well. I went to the work cocktail event last night. It was rather boring so I thought I'd get my time's worth by finishing off all their crappy white wine. (I had planned on staying for a half hour and getting home early to get some sleep). My friends came to the thing and had about four glasses of wine at a time. So since we were already out and drunk we headed over to the bar next door. Drank some more and now I am convinced to just crash in Hoboken. I got no sleep. I did not brush my teeth last night or this morning. My face is dry and peeling. I only have black eyeliner on. AND ahem, I am wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday to work! I put on a pink sweater of Miira's over my black dress. I figure since I never wear anything other than black this might look totally different to my coworkers. I feel stupid in pink. How anyone wears this color and takes themselves seriously is beyond me. I am hungover. I feel sick. I taste like a bacon egg and cheese and wine.


I hate my life. (All my subject lines started like this). And I hate that I didn't just stop talking to the corny Thai man, cold turkey. I felt like that was too mean. So I reply with curt and cordial emails. Ugh..and now I've reopened the lines of communications! He is the worst! The worlds biggest loser. There is no way he's ever dated anyone. I would never date a Thai man based solely on this guy. And he says these things to try to sound young and cool and hip, except I have no idea what it means! Email example:
"So much for snow sports this year...on the bright side it's midway in January and giant rodent day will determine the rest of the winter."
"My weekends could be better, but it keeps p*ssing in the NY area so I end up being a narcoleptic. I might just "damn the torpedoes, and full steam ahead" this weekend though (supposed to rain again.) How about you, do or go anywhere worth mentioning?"
The emails make me completely irritable! On top of that he writes me emails in Thai but sounded out and spelled in English! Oh my god, could he be any more gay?But that is not why I hate my life. I hate my life because after being sick for 3 months straight, and then getting a stinging chancre sore on my upper and lower lip for 2 weeks, gone for 4 days and now back again, I also now have some form of rash or hives on my face and neck which is itchy, blotchy, and burns. What the fuck? Can I just not feel like a healthy normal human being?

(Another morning after email)
I'm sorry i was drunk and could not get over P's homosexual-esque qualities! And then I proceeded to make fun of that girl that was there because everything that was coming out of her mouth was so stupid. (So much for my resolution of being nice). Whatever though. People like mean nina. not nice nina. nice nina doesn't get good tips but mean nina does. so explain that one. I am totally wishing I had off today like everyone else in this country! I got so drunk last night due to my misery and of course could not wake up today and got to work an hour late. (So much for my work harder resolution).

My how far I've come. What? You see no difference?!