You would not believe how busy I've been this week. I don't even believe it. Honestly- if this is how all of my weeks in Chattanooga had gone, I'd be in absolute tears to leave this place!
I don't even know what the last thing I told you was. I do know, that after I did blog last, I was conscious of my need to blog again. I make a willful effort to remember funny/annoying things that mean something or don't mean something and then I think of a great way to tell them back to you so you totally get it. And, I've been doing that all week. The thing is... it's been all week. I have no idea where I started or what was funny to me when. Oh, and there is this glass of wine in my hand that just makes it easy for me to not care if you are even following what I'm saying. But, I guess I'll do my best... if you even care to continue.
So, by now you all know how much I love Chattanooga and you all know how highly I speak of Chattanooga and pretty much you're saving all your money to move here - right? Exactly. So on Sunday me and a fellow coworker set out to show Chattanooga in all its glory to a few Yankees we work with. We pulled out all the stops. A road tour downtown to see the 5 bars and the Krystal building, a drive by a famous restaurant with too long of a line out the door filled with Southern Baptists, awesome barbecue that when you are finished you feed your leftovers to the goats, a stroll through an antique mall full of locals including witnessing a domestic dispute outside the Cracker Barrel, and then, of course, a good ole round (game?) of bowling. Miraculous. This was all capped off with a fabulous dinner at a Thai restaurant in a strip mall. I don't think you need any more details to know that it was fabulous... oh, except that my bowling name was "Cinderella" and I got my best score ever coming in at a fabulous 92.
Monday was work. Regular.
Tuesday was my dinner party. You know - I'm just so domestic and fabulous sometimes I can't even stand it. Since I'm leaving I made a dinner for my friends here in Chattanooga (yes, they are real!). I made a homemade alfredo sauce and a homemade vodka sauce. And, if I'm being totally honest, for winging my vodka sauce - I did a pretty great job. The special ingredient is hot sauce if you're wondering and gives it a great kick. Anyway, I had some bottles of wine and everyone was enjoying a beverage or two (and I might have enjoyed three...) and it was just a great night. My friend J who just got out of the Airforce was supposed to come but apparently there was some type of GPS issue that gave him an ETA of 2AM. I texted that the door would be open and that I was going to close my eyes. Well, you're probably thinking - that is not very safe. But you forget, it's Chattanooga and it is perfectly safe! (And, I won't ever do it again. Sorry, Ok?) Anyway - at 2AM I wake up out of my element and hearing people in my apartment and for a second I think "Goddamnit - I should have bought a gun" and then I remembered it was just my friend. So I talked for a few minutes and then went back to bed. The next morning I was again so domestic and fabulous and managed to serve cereal and eggs for breakfast and burn their bagels (not once, but twice).
Wednesday was traveling to Minnesota for interviewing on Thursday. Remember when I almost lived there? Holy crap is it cold. And bless their hearts for sending me to Texas. Interviewing was surprisingly enjoyable with a few good candidates. I mean, a few duds were in there too- but that's just the way it happens I guess. One person said "Um, you know..." 234392743 times and I couldn't help but mentally remove myself so I didn't laugh in her face at the twilight zone that is the midwest. But, in general, they are very friendly, smiley people who made me a little friendlier and smiley-er. The flight back though, that was me at the peak of all miserable-ness. As soon as I got in the airport I had an awful headache across my entire forehead. I just stood and swore under my breath (think: "oh for godsake, this damn day can't end soon enough, uh"). I was a total B. Imagine the even bigger total B I was when I found out I was in a middle seat.
In general, the middle seat is pretty much as bad as it gets. The only way it gets worse is if you are 5"12. Oh - and if you are sitting next to a man who happens to be brown and starts making the sign of the cross over and over again. I honestly don't know if Allah gets the sign of the cross, and I think the answer is he doesn't, but it still was a very weird religious behavior and the thought did cross my mind "this is it". And I know you may be all up in arms reading this thinking "that's racial profiling" blah blah - but it was a weird religious behavior AND our threat level is at ORANGE. Whatever that means. Anyway - this is the government's fault that I even thought it at all. I made it in one, uncomfortable piece to Atlanta, just late enough that I had to run to the gate like a wackadoo.
They attendant gets on the speaker and says "Here at gate D36 we are performing a MIRACLE!" WHAT? A MIRACLE? Thank God I got there just in time! "We are boarding THREE flights - starting - NOW!" Gainsville, Chattanooga, Somewhere else I don't remember, all at once. I was so terrified I would get on the wrong plane. But, I'll give it to them - it really was a miracle they got us all through the door at the same time. It was a maze once you got outside, but I made it the Chattanooga flight and everyone looked like they were in the right place (read: old). I got an aisle seat this time and it did not help my headache. I was so uncomfortable and shifting and moving and huffing and puffing. The only thing that made my life slightly bearable was to stretch my legs out in the aisle up to the seat in front of me. Well - lady next to me just couldn't get over this. Yes - I could feel her eyes on me going "What?! HOW DO THEY GO UP THAT FAR?" God. B. Mind your business lady or I'll wish my terrible headache on you. I did glare at her once, but she didn't get the picture and just kept looking at me taking up so much aisle space. God. Get overrrr it.
Chattanooga was cold when we landed. I mean, not as cold as Minneapolis - but definitely cold. When I got home, against my better judgement, I decided to check my work email... just 75 emails from being out a day and a half. GOD.
Friday was just regular again. Busy work day. Lunch with a mentor/friend (fabulous soup and sandwich). More busy work day. I was so happy to log out this afternoon only to remember my movers come tomorrow. They pack everything for me, but I do have to organize my 18 months of shit. This is no easy task. Which is why I decided to order Domino's pizza and finish up some of the left over wine in my fridge.
That's what my week was. And, I am expecting the same level of excitement my last week here in Chattanooga. THAT'S RIGHT - LAST WEEK!! Can you believe it? I really am in total shock. I mean - I always knew I was moving... and here I am 18 months and one week later... and it's here. I'm in disbelief. I think it will really sink in tomorrow after the movers take everything away and it's just me, my air mattress, my suitcase and left over Domino's pizza.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a box to pack and a glass of wine to finish.
2/26/2010
2/20/2010
Holy cow.... literally
I went to Texas.
My flight was super early Tuesday morning - I was up and out the door by 4:30AM. I made sure I had a great outfit on since I would be exploring and apartment hunting all day... I didn't take into consideration the fact that the built-in belt on my shirt would set off the metal detectors and force me to go through wanding/pat down. They also went through all my liquids with this weird wipe thing. Then once I THOUGHT I was done they wanded/patted me down again because they missed a step (or something). I don't know what step they missed... God.
So, because the security line (even without the extra pat downs) always gets me all rattled and all my crap out of order, I was trying to get everything back in its place before boarding the plane. Last call and I run on the plane and as soon as I sit down I get this weird feeling... check my bag and yep, left my wallet (license, credit cards, next boarding pass, etc) in the gate area. Need to stop the closing of the door and beg the flight attendant to PLEASE PLEASE go grab my wallet. This takes 20 minutes (I don't know why) and thank GOD they get it and return it to me. At this point in time it is..... 5:30 AM - a perfect morning.
I sleep on the first plane (read: eyes close, mouth open, most unattractive dozing-off situation ever), run to the second plane, and then enjoy my descent into Dallas. The airport is huge and I had to take a bus to the rental car area... on my trip there I saw a coyote. Seriously. Just sitting there, in the grass, minding it's business thinking "Yea, I'm a coyote, hanging out at the airport waiting to catch a flight... or a bird... or something". That's scary. He did look like Murphy though (RIP, Murphy). My dad was waiting for me at the rental car area (which is packed) and we get a regular car (with extra leg room) and exit the airport (which is huge, did I mention that?) and began the apartment search.
Saw a ton of apartments. I don't know how many of you had the chance to do intense apartment searching/viewing in a new area... but it is exhausting. I don't know how many we saw and at the end of the day nothing seemed "right". I mean, there were a few that would do-but none that spoke to me and said "Yes! I'm your new house!!".
All this driving we did... holy crapoly. I know highways in Chattanooga really aren't anything to write home about... but I have seen highways before. BUT - the ones in Dallas? Crap. They are like roller coasters. Stacked on top of each other and going every which way. Oh, and everything is a GD toll road. What's with that!? Once you get off the highways and back into the more suburban areas... there are cows! Everywhere! Longhorns!! HOLY COWS! I saw a few horses, but the cows were much more exciting to me. I love those big cows with the horns.
Wednesday was more apartment hunting... and... I found one! I can't tell if the agent was a total bro or that was just how he acted... regardless, I got a great feeling about the apartment! Although it is WAY smaller than what I'm in now... it's in a perfect location and he is giving me a storage space in the lease to put my dining table and other crap that doesn't fit! The complex seems to be a great young professional area, with pools, shopping, restaurants and bars all within a 2 block walking distance. Huge husband hunting potential. Also- 2 Super Targets in either direction, 10 minutes from work, and a Macy's!!! :) I'm really excited to move in and take visitors (hint)!
The next day I went to my new office. SO NICE! Just opened in November. Totally green building. Huge cafe, clinic on site, fitness center (TBD if I'll use it! LOL). Right next to one of the Super Targets and a TON of other restaurants and shopping. Everyone was so super friendly and I've got a great seat in a big cube by a window! One of the directors showed me around and took me to lunch - she was just fabulous and such a great time to chat with.
Friday I flew back to Chattanooga. Everything WAS going smoothly until I landed in Chattanooga. Missing phone. RIP Droid. I was so upset, I had K call and try to see if I left it at my gate. Nothing. Went to bed and slept until noon today (fabulous) until I remembered the DROID was still RIP. Tried to reactivate my Chocolate, didn't have a charger and had to buy a new one. Then I needed to report the Droid stolen in case someone activated it. Apparently if you get your missing phone on the list and the thief tries to activate it at a Verizon store they confiscate it on the spot and let you know. So that was 30 minutes in the store, 30 minutes on the phone, 30 minutes in Chattanooga shopping traffic... GOD. I definitely deserved the Panera I treated myself to.
Got back to the apartment and then I get a call from Chattanooga airport.. THEY HAVE MY DROID!! :) Rush to go get it and then BACK to the Verizon store... this was more of an hour in there because we had to get it off the stolen list, change passwords, deactivate the Chocolate and reactivate the Droid - oh, and of course there was the waiting. God. But they did let me return the $30 charger I bought to that was good.
Droid is charging now and is happy to be back home. I guess I'm happy to be back "home" too. But only for 2 weeks... I drive to Texas March 6th which will be here in no time!
I've got some visitors in Chattanooga tomorrow. My program director and another person in my program are here for Monday interviewing. My PD asked a program graduate "what are we going to do on Sunday" so now I'm participating. He is hoping to get some "southern culture exposure". I know I give Chattanooga a bad name... but it isn't like we use outhouses or anything, God. However - we have planned the most honky tonk day long adventure for the visiting yankees. More details to come...
My flight was super early Tuesday morning - I was up and out the door by 4:30AM. I made sure I had a great outfit on since I would be exploring and apartment hunting all day... I didn't take into consideration the fact that the built-in belt on my shirt would set off the metal detectors and force me to go through wanding/pat down. They also went through all my liquids with this weird wipe thing. Then once I THOUGHT I was done they wanded/patted me down again because they missed a step (or something). I don't know what step they missed... God.
So, because the security line (even without the extra pat downs) always gets me all rattled and all my crap out of order, I was trying to get everything back in its place before boarding the plane. Last call and I run on the plane and as soon as I sit down I get this weird feeling... check my bag and yep, left my wallet (license, credit cards, next boarding pass, etc) in the gate area. Need to stop the closing of the door and beg the flight attendant to PLEASE PLEASE go grab my wallet. This takes 20 minutes (I don't know why) and thank GOD they get it and return it to me. At this point in time it is..... 5:30 AM - a perfect morning.
I sleep on the first plane (read: eyes close, mouth open, most unattractive dozing-off situation ever), run to the second plane, and then enjoy my descent into Dallas. The airport is huge and I had to take a bus to the rental car area... on my trip there I saw a coyote. Seriously. Just sitting there, in the grass, minding it's business thinking "Yea, I'm a coyote, hanging out at the airport waiting to catch a flight... or a bird... or something". That's scary. He did look like Murphy though (RIP, Murphy). My dad was waiting for me at the rental car area (which is packed) and we get a regular car (with extra leg room) and exit the airport (which is huge, did I mention that?) and began the apartment search.
Saw a ton of apartments. I don't know how many of you had the chance to do intense apartment searching/viewing in a new area... but it is exhausting. I don't know how many we saw and at the end of the day nothing seemed "right". I mean, there were a few that would do-but none that spoke to me and said "Yes! I'm your new house!!".
All this driving we did... holy crapoly. I know highways in Chattanooga really aren't anything to write home about... but I have seen highways before. BUT - the ones in Dallas? Crap. They are like roller coasters. Stacked on top of each other and going every which way. Oh, and everything is a GD toll road. What's with that!? Once you get off the highways and back into the more suburban areas... there are cows! Everywhere! Longhorns!! HOLY COWS! I saw a few horses, but the cows were much more exciting to me. I love those big cows with the horns.
Wednesday was more apartment hunting... and... I found one! I can't tell if the agent was a total bro or that was just how he acted... regardless, I got a great feeling about the apartment! Although it is WAY smaller than what I'm in now... it's in a perfect location and he is giving me a storage space in the lease to put my dining table and other crap that doesn't fit! The complex seems to be a great young professional area, with pools, shopping, restaurants and bars all within a 2 block walking distance. Huge husband hunting potential. Also- 2 Super Targets in either direction, 10 minutes from work, and a Macy's!!! :) I'm really excited to move in and take visitors (hint)!
The next day I went to my new office. SO NICE! Just opened in November. Totally green building. Huge cafe, clinic on site, fitness center (TBD if I'll use it! LOL). Right next to one of the Super Targets and a TON of other restaurants and shopping. Everyone was so super friendly and I've got a great seat in a big cube by a window! One of the directors showed me around and took me to lunch - she was just fabulous and such a great time to chat with.
Friday I flew back to Chattanooga. Everything WAS going smoothly until I landed in Chattanooga. Missing phone. RIP Droid. I was so upset, I had K call and try to see if I left it at my gate. Nothing. Went to bed and slept until noon today (fabulous) until I remembered the DROID was still RIP. Tried to reactivate my Chocolate, didn't have a charger and had to buy a new one. Then I needed to report the Droid stolen in case someone activated it. Apparently if you get your missing phone on the list and the thief tries to activate it at a Verizon store they confiscate it on the spot and let you know. So that was 30 minutes in the store, 30 minutes on the phone, 30 minutes in Chattanooga shopping traffic... GOD. I definitely deserved the Panera I treated myself to.
Got back to the apartment and then I get a call from Chattanooga airport.. THEY HAVE MY DROID!! :) Rush to go get it and then BACK to the Verizon store... this was more of an hour in there because we had to get it off the stolen list, change passwords, deactivate the Chocolate and reactivate the Droid - oh, and of course there was the waiting. God. But they did let me return the $30 charger I bought to that was good.
Droid is charging now and is happy to be back home. I guess I'm happy to be back "home" too. But only for 2 weeks... I drive to Texas March 6th which will be here in no time!
I've got some visitors in Chattanooga tomorrow. My program director and another person in my program are here for Monday interviewing. My PD asked a program graduate "what are we going to do on Sunday" so now I'm participating. He is hoping to get some "southern culture exposure". I know I give Chattanooga a bad name... but it isn't like we use outhouses or anything, God. However - we have planned the most honky tonk day long adventure for the visiting yankees. More details to come...
2/15/2010
Call your grandparents!
Sorry about the lamest entry ever yesterday - I just knew I needed to post something to keep me in the habit. Hopefully a more exciting update at the end of the week, post Texas. Hopefully, this one is even 2% more entertaining for you...
My alarm noise is so annoying! It's this awful rooster crow that makes you want to rip your ears off - but also wakes you up immediately. This morning when it went off I was so thankful because I was having the weirdest dream! I was in the "after life" with a bunch of other dead people (dead people that I know and are alive) and we were shopping at this mall to decorate our after-life apartments. So weird. I was happy to wake up and be returned to the before-life.
I worked from home today because my movers were coming to assess my crap and see what an approximate weight would be. I have so much stuff. I've been doing a really great job at getting rid of things - three bags of clothing to goodwill, 2 tv's gone, a giant area rug gone, a dresser in the garbage... Lots of things won't make the move with me. But still, a lot will. I'm not a candidate for hoarders by any means, but a regular person just has a lot of stuff. It was a pretty quick meeting and I'll be "hearing from them" soon enough. I hope they understand that March is basically here.... and I move in March!
While working I have all my calls from my work line forwarded to my cell phone. This is great, except all calls come in from a general number and I never know who it is. I got a call this afternoon from a man whose first language was not English and I literally could not understand anything he said. I assumed he was calling me for a reason but honestly in 5 minutes of conversation I couldn't figure out what on earth he wanted. I finally convinced him to message me through our work system. The conversation went like this:
Him: You want to remove access for user from ABC123/thing/321CBA
Me: I'm sorry - what is that?
Him: It's a thing to remove access from
Me: I'm sorry - I don't know what that thing means. No changes can happen until 3/1
Him: I want to confirm with you the change
Me: I'm not sure what is changing
Him: Access
Me: Access to what?
Him: The thing. Can we change it?
Me: I don't understand what access does.
Him: If you request a change you should know what for
Me: I've never heard of that before and don't remember requesting it
Him: Do you want to confirm with manager
Me: I'm the manager. I don't know what that does. You can do it on 3/1
Him: Can I close it
Me: Is there someone else I can speak to regarding what this thing is and what it does?
Him: The user does not have access now
Me: I thought you want to remove access
Him: The request is to remove access
Me: But you said the user does not have access
Him: Yes, which is why I want to close it with no action.
Me: So what do you need from me?
Him: Please confirm I can close with no change.
Me: Confirmed
Seriously, dude? This is the summary version and the conversation was actually 10 minutes of messaging. I have to mind my manners since it IS work. But... really? REALLY? Again... looking forward to my next role.
So- I fly to Texas tomorrow morning... 5:30 (ick!) and I have my first housing appointment at 11AM. Small world! My Nanny's (my cousin's grandma, but my grandma too) neighbors from North Carolina (where we cousins vacationed for years and years) have a son that lives in Plano and is going to meet with me and my Dad tomorrow to help with the area housing search and figuring out some of the roads. I pretty much have the highest hopes for this man because his step mother and father were two of our favorite neighbors to visit.
See, when we would visit NC and stay with Nanny and Poppy we were the youngest by.... 60 years! LOL. It was an obvious grandparent hang and sometimes we'd get lucky and there would be other grandkids, but most of the time the oldies would have us over and spoil us with treats, dinners, outings, etc. It was pretty much the best vacation package you could ask for! B and I set up a fabulous ice cream sundae bar for us once and introduced us to all the ducks that lived in the pond in the back yard. We named them all but I distinctly remember one duck that had a mental disorder and this weird reverse cough instead of a quack and this turkey-like coloring. Weird. We told my sister that was "her" duck and my cousin and I took the normal white ducks for our own. And when I say "took" I mean - looked at them from the porch and said "OH! There's my duck!"
Post work I did some grandparent calling. My poppy let me know that my grandma was out shoveling snow (Old people- they never listen) and my grandma let me know that a "ta-bac-ah chewin" cowboy is unacceptable but a nice man that owns a horse farm is ok. My granellie is just so "tickled" that I called her and let me know my cousins wedding date is set for the end of July. Left a VM for Nanny and Poppy- but I expect that me and Nanny will do some Bachelor chatting and recapping on which of the girls is her favorite to win. If you haven't called your grandparents in a while... you should. Now. They love it!
So... Buzz. It's all over the internet as a huge privacy issue. I don't think I really have anything super private (except this blog, which I'm still mindful of when typing/posting) but the internet has got me all worked up. I turned Buzz off. Sorry for those I tried to convert (you still can at least give it a try), and sorry to Buzz- make my profile privacy options easier to update and maybe I'll come back.
Enjoy your week, readers - oh, and why don't you just "follow" me via blog! And don't give me this crap "I'm not following a blog blah blah". If I've made you even smirk, which you've told me I have, you could so kindly give me a follow. That way I know I'm not writing out into space! Although, if you know me, you know there is a chance I would continue to write into space... Regardless, go ahead... follow me.
My alarm noise is so annoying! It's this awful rooster crow that makes you want to rip your ears off - but also wakes you up immediately. This morning when it went off I was so thankful because I was having the weirdest dream! I was in the "after life" with a bunch of other dead people (dead people that I know and are alive) and we were shopping at this mall to decorate our after-life apartments. So weird. I was happy to wake up and be returned to the before-life.
I worked from home today because my movers were coming to assess my crap and see what an approximate weight would be. I have so much stuff. I've been doing a really great job at getting rid of things - three bags of clothing to goodwill, 2 tv's gone, a giant area rug gone, a dresser in the garbage... Lots of things won't make the move with me. But still, a lot will. I'm not a candidate for hoarders by any means, but a regular person just has a lot of stuff. It was a pretty quick meeting and I'll be "hearing from them" soon enough. I hope they understand that March is basically here.... and I move in March!
While working I have all my calls from my work line forwarded to my cell phone. This is great, except all calls come in from a general number and I never know who it is. I got a call this afternoon from a man whose first language was not English and I literally could not understand anything he said. I assumed he was calling me for a reason but honestly in 5 minutes of conversation I couldn't figure out what on earth he wanted. I finally convinced him to message me through our work system. The conversation went like this:
Him: You want to remove access for user from ABC123/thing/321CBA
Me: I'm sorry - what is that?
Him: It's a thing to remove access from
Me: I'm sorry - I don't know what that thing means. No changes can happen until 3/1
Him: I want to confirm with you the change
Me: I'm not sure what is changing
Him: Access
Me: Access to what?
Him: The thing. Can we change it?
Me: I don't understand what access does.
Him: If you request a change you should know what for
Me: I've never heard of that before and don't remember requesting it
Him: Do you want to confirm with manager
Me: I'm the manager. I don't know what that does. You can do it on 3/1
Him: Can I close it
Me: Is there someone else I can speak to regarding what this thing is and what it does?
Him: The user does not have access now
Me: I thought you want to remove access
Him: The request is to remove access
Me: But you said the user does not have access
Him: Yes, which is why I want to close it with no action.
Me: So what do you need from me?
Him: Please confirm I can close with no change.
Me: Confirmed
Seriously, dude? This is the summary version and the conversation was actually 10 minutes of messaging. I have to mind my manners since it IS work. But... really? REALLY? Again... looking forward to my next role.
So- I fly to Texas tomorrow morning... 5:30 (ick!) and I have my first housing appointment at 11AM. Small world! My Nanny's (my cousin's grandma, but my grandma too) neighbors from North Carolina (where we cousins vacationed for years and years) have a son that lives in Plano and is going to meet with me and my Dad tomorrow to help with the area housing search and figuring out some of the roads. I pretty much have the highest hopes for this man because his step mother and father were two of our favorite neighbors to visit.
See, when we would visit NC and stay with Nanny and Poppy we were the youngest by.... 60 years! LOL. It was an obvious grandparent hang and sometimes we'd get lucky and there would be other grandkids, but most of the time the oldies would have us over and spoil us with treats, dinners, outings, etc. It was pretty much the best vacation package you could ask for! B and I set up a fabulous ice cream sundae bar for us once and introduced us to all the ducks that lived in the pond in the back yard. We named them all but I distinctly remember one duck that had a mental disorder and this weird reverse cough instead of a quack and this turkey-like coloring. Weird. We told my sister that was "her" duck and my cousin and I took the normal white ducks for our own. And when I say "took" I mean - looked at them from the porch and said "OH! There's my duck!"
Post work I did some grandparent calling. My poppy let me know that my grandma was out shoveling snow (Old people- they never listen) and my grandma let me know that a "ta-bac-ah chewin" cowboy is unacceptable but a nice man that owns a horse farm is ok. My granellie is just so "tickled" that I called her and let me know my cousins wedding date is set for the end of July. Left a VM for Nanny and Poppy- but I expect that me and Nanny will do some Bachelor chatting and recapping on which of the girls is her favorite to win. If you haven't called your grandparents in a while... you should. Now. They love it!
So... Buzz. It's all over the internet as a huge privacy issue. I don't think I really have anything super private (except this blog, which I'm still mindful of when typing/posting) but the internet has got me all worked up. I turned Buzz off. Sorry for those I tried to convert (you still can at least give it a try), and sorry to Buzz- make my profile privacy options easier to update and maybe I'll come back.
Enjoy your week, readers - oh, and why don't you just "follow" me via blog! And don't give me this crap "I'm not following a blog blah blah". If I've made you even smirk, which you've told me I have, you could so kindly give me a follow. That way I know I'm not writing out into space! Although, if you know me, you know there is a chance I would continue to write into space... Regardless, go ahead... follow me.
2/14/2010
Nothingness
I was on such a streak with the updating... and then I totally blew it! But, it's not my fault (yep- excuses, excuses!).
I went into a 36 hour hate/depression because of work (nothing Texas related - phew!) Even though blogging is therapeutic(ish), it was not going to hit the spot for my anger. I was having an issue at work and felt like a bad manager! And, that's really sucky because I didn't want to ruin anyone's life but someone was making me feel like I was a life ruiner. GOD! I am not a life ruiner!!! So, I stressed (read: ate cookie dough, called my mom and bitched, called my sister and bitched, just in general pouted/sulked), prepared for confrontation (read: found every policy online and printed them out) and then had the conversation I was dreading. Guess what.... it turned out phenom!! I was so shocked at my composure and the complete 180 in attitude from the person I was talking with... It was such a relief! See - I'm not a bad manager!! But, I am a happy to take a temporary project role and not be responsible for other humans... I need a breather before my next team.
Speaking of my next role... I go to Texas this week!!! I've really been doing my research the best I can - but it's really so stressful. I was going to try to live close to my work - Plano - but, it is a suburb and I'm going to see what I can get closer to the city... to the action... to the young people. I want to be where the (young) people are! - That is so Ariel (my Disney princess, obviously).
I don't even know what I did this week. A great happy hour on Thursday. Nothing at all this weekend (standard). Oh- I volunteered at the animal shelter. My program at work is service based so we have to do service at work and in our communities. I go to the animal shelter to get my sweet puppy love fix. They are oh so cute.
Saturday I volunteered at a birthday party for 10 6 year old girls at the shelter. God. I hate kids. I mean, I really try to like them and there are some really cool kids, in life, they just weren't at this party. We walked them through the center and brought in puppies and kitties for them to pet and squeal over. It was a little cute... for 20 minutes.
Today I was at the pet store trying to get our shelter puppies adopted. They were so sweet too. It's a long 5 hours because usually people don't chat too much (and I love chatting) but S and L were there and they are the sweetest old ladies ever. L doesn't have many teeth and adopts seriously injured animals (most recently - a mini poodle, blind, that someone dumped in the middle of the road - this person should be shot) and then S just recently adopted an older beagle mix that we've been trying to adopt for weeks and weeks with no success. These ladies crack me up and they love to talk about my job. L just thinks I can do so much shopping in Texas she just hopes I make enough money and that I don't put it on a credit card. S's daughter lives somewhere in Texas and she is happier that I'm moving to a warmer climate. L always brings popcorn and feeds it to the dogs and the humans - even if we don't want it. S brings coffee and dog treats. Sometimes S will take human treats from L too. Woop for 8 hours of service this weekend!
Well, I guess I'm going to go enjoy my Valentine's meal for one: diet coke (obv) salad with hard boiled egg and vinegarette dressing, pork cooked in worcestershire sauce and garlic rice. For dessert, the classiest of desserts, a fudge round and a giant glass of milk. Delsih!!
Hopefully a more exciting update at the end of the week once I've visited Texas! :) Send happy thoughts and lots of luck my way!
I went into a 36 hour hate/depression because of work (nothing Texas related - phew!) Even though blogging is therapeutic(ish), it was not going to hit the spot for my anger. I was having an issue at work and felt like a bad manager! And, that's really sucky because I didn't want to ruin anyone's life but someone was making me feel like I was a life ruiner. GOD! I am not a life ruiner!!! So, I stressed (read: ate cookie dough, called my mom and bitched, called my sister and bitched, just in general pouted/sulked), prepared for confrontation (read: found every policy online and printed them out) and then had the conversation I was dreading. Guess what.... it turned out phenom!! I was so shocked at my composure and the complete 180 in attitude from the person I was talking with... It was such a relief! See - I'm not a bad manager!! But, I am a happy to take a temporary project role and not be responsible for other humans... I need a breather before my next team.
Speaking of my next role... I go to Texas this week!!! I've really been doing my research the best I can - but it's really so stressful. I was going to try to live close to my work - Plano - but, it is a suburb and I'm going to see what I can get closer to the city... to the action... to the young people. I want to be where the (young) people are! - That is so Ariel (my Disney princess, obviously).
I don't even know what I did this week. A great happy hour on Thursday. Nothing at all this weekend (standard). Oh- I volunteered at the animal shelter. My program at work is service based so we have to do service at work and in our communities. I go to the animal shelter to get my sweet puppy love fix. They are oh so cute.
Saturday I volunteered at a birthday party for 10 6 year old girls at the shelter. God. I hate kids. I mean, I really try to like them and there are some really cool kids, in life, they just weren't at this party. We walked them through the center and brought in puppies and kitties for them to pet and squeal over. It was a little cute... for 20 minutes.
Today I was at the pet store trying to get our shelter puppies adopted. They were so sweet too. It's a long 5 hours because usually people don't chat too much (and I love chatting) but S and L were there and they are the sweetest old ladies ever. L doesn't have many teeth and adopts seriously injured animals (most recently - a mini poodle, blind, that someone dumped in the middle of the road - this person should be shot) and then S just recently adopted an older beagle mix that we've been trying to adopt for weeks and weeks with no success. These ladies crack me up and they love to talk about my job. L just thinks I can do so much shopping in Texas she just hopes I make enough money and that I don't put it on a credit card. S's daughter lives somewhere in Texas and she is happier that I'm moving to a warmer climate. L always brings popcorn and feeds it to the dogs and the humans - even if we don't want it. S brings coffee and dog treats. Sometimes S will take human treats from L too. Woop for 8 hours of service this weekend!
Well, I guess I'm going to go enjoy my Valentine's meal for one: diet coke (obv) salad with hard boiled egg and vinegarette dressing, pork cooked in worcestershire sauce and garlic rice. For dessert, the classiest of desserts, a fudge round and a giant glass of milk. Delsih!!
Hopefully a more exciting update at the end of the week once I've visited Texas! :) Send happy thoughts and lots of luck my way!
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