So my insiders have told me I caused quite a stir with Barracuda Networks.
Apparently Stephanie (the hag with a power trip) expressed her discontent (aka shitting in her pants) when she discovered my blog and my delightful review about her. Her and her cronies stalked my blog and my life (via Twitter anyway) for days. My analytics was blowing up! I was a bit concerned at first, I'm not gonna lie, but then I realized I have done nothing wrong. Why should I care? Bitch you made me cry, calling you out was the least I could do.
So, I was considering of steering my blog towards a different direction, but what's the fun in that?
More confessions. More ranting. More shit talking.
P.S. To MME Summit, you're next.
Hi,
Thanks the reply and all the info. I just wanted to remind you that this position is for an administrative assistant, not really a model. You actually seem overqualified for this position, but if you really do want to talk about it more I won't be driving down to LA until noon tomorrow.
Wow, you really do look great. Can I be frank? I might be a bad idea to work together because you're a little too good looking, which would put us in a dubious position. I've never paid for...um...intimate attention; do you ever come across propositions like that? I'm kinda embarrassed to type this out. I think I'm a little drunk. Whatever the case, let me know what you think.
Aroused,
Miguel
This is just the typical type of behavior a booth babe encounters while working. Creepy. Ass. Shit. This one is just in writing.
I didn't work inside of WWDC 2010. However, if you did manage to drop your business card to girl who was badgering you for one outside of Moscone, thanks not being a snot rag and avoiding me like the plague. I'm a girl. Not a freaking hyena. I swear I wasn't trying to make you feel uncomfortable, but I had to collect 50 cards to get out of the freezing cold and call it a day.
I got talk to some of you about what was going on inside. A lot of you are very excited about the new iPhone. One expressed so much joy that he screamed, "Android can SUCK IT!"
iPhone 4 must be that legit. So legit that you didn't mind paying $1600 just to be part of the WWDC action (you know that shit was streaming live online, right).
I like the iPhone but I'm always Team Blackbery because of BBM. It has that creeper function so you know the other user read your message. That way I know your bitch ass read my text and there's no reason NOT to respond promptly.
However, the new iPhone will definitely put an end to cheating. You can't hide your infidelities when you got it on video. So many compromising (and embarrassing) moments will be caught through a simple phone call. I might even hop on this iPhone action just so I can exploit people for personal gain. That's how I roll.
Today was probably the easiest booth job I've ever done. I sat around, worked on my tan, had men cater to me (supplying my life with Subway sandwiches and Vitamin Water) and I got paid for it.
Sure I was in a mini skirt and tank top, however, I'd rather be in a bikini being under that desert heat.
Now, if the men that were serving me were hot and shirtless and also the tasty beverages had vodka in it, I'd be set. But I'll take what I can get.
Sure I was in a mini skirt and tank top, however, I'd rather be in a bikini being under that desert heat.
Now, if the men that were serving me were hot and shirtless and also the tasty beverages had vodka in it, I'd be set. But I'll take what I can get.
I'm having a huge debate with myself about who's possibly more boring: doctors or lawyers?
Any gathering that involves these types of professionals usually end up in a snore fest.
Last month I worked an event that involved CLOs of all major companies you can possibly think of. Although I wasn't handing out information of any sort, I was seated comfortably in a corner, listening (aka sleeping with my eyes open) to the keynote speakers.
From what I learned, we don't need lawyers. There are enough lawyers in this world and free legal advice you can get from the internet.
Then about two weeks ago, I worked a radiology convention for a very well known company. I arrived on time everyday, abso-fucking-lutely clueless as to my existence for this event. They never told me what to do or gave any direction for my purpose at the event. So I stood around in a corner saying "hi" to EVERY radiologist for 8 agonizing hours for 4 days. While all the radiologists were soaking in new information, I guarded the booth like a little puppy. Every single time those doctors would exit out of their meetings to grab snacks, I would hope they would linger over my booth just to make small talk. I wanted to get lost in conversation. However, since I've become completely brain dead during the show, I wasn't able to conjure up anything remotely interesting. So I talked about the weather...
I don't know what's worse either. Getting sexually harassed by creepers or everyone ignoring you for 8 solid hours.
I think I'd opt to get sexually harassed. It makes for interesting stories.
Any gathering that involves these types of professionals usually end up in a snore fest.
Last month I worked an event that involved CLOs of all major companies you can possibly think of. Although I wasn't handing out information of any sort, I was seated comfortably in a corner, listening (aka sleeping with my eyes open) to the keynote speakers.
From what I learned, we don't need lawyers. There are enough lawyers in this world and free legal advice you can get from the internet.
Then about two weeks ago, I worked a radiology convention for a very well known company. I arrived on time everyday, abso-fucking-lutely clueless as to my existence for this event. They never told me what to do or gave any direction for my purpose at the event. So I stood around in a corner saying "hi" to EVERY radiologist for 8 agonizing hours for 4 days. While all the radiologists were soaking in new information, I guarded the booth like a little puppy. Every single time those doctors would exit out of their meetings to grab snacks, I would hope they would linger over my booth just to make small talk. I wanted to get lost in conversation. However, since I've become completely brain dead during the show, I wasn't able to conjure up anything remotely interesting. So I talked about the weather...
I don't know what's worse either. Getting sexually harassed by creepers or everyone ignoring you for 8 solid hours.
I think I'd opt to get sexually harassed. It makes for interesting stories.
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