Sunday, December 31, 2006

Happy New Year!


On this new year's eve 2006, I am grateful to have absolutely nothing planned. It has never been a really big deal for me. Sure, there have been lots of parties throughout the years (followed by tons of gruesome hangovers) and plenty of favors to go with them. Although this year I had invites to be sure, the one that sounded the most tempting was my couch...inviting me to flop and the dvd player screaming at me that it is finally time to watch "Pirates of the Caribbean"! So, that's my big plan for new year's eve tonight. Goll, I sure do miss Dick Clark...he always made it extra fun! The one thing I will miss is my glass of champagne at midnight...this year I'm opting for wine since I usually end up tossing all but a partial glass. Who decided it had to be champagne anyway...I don't even really like the stuff! Oh well...


Happy New Year to all!

Saturday, December 30, 2006

Me, Myself and I

I am officially declaring 2007 as 'Year of the Single'. So what if I don't have any Chinese blood coursing through my veins...it's not as if the zodiac will sue for copyright infringement, right? Yes, once again I am so happy to be alone it is truly insane. I embrace my singlehood with loving (albeit empty) arms. It is true that I have not always been this enthusiastic about flying solo but with all of the exciting things on my agenda for the upcoming year...I don't think I could do it any other way. Just today I realized how lucky I am to not have to answer to anyone, adhere to someone else's schedule or see the movie HE wants to see. Sure, there are times it would be nice to have a man close by...I feel this most poignantly at night as I'm falling asleep and wishing I was being held, feeling the breath of another being on my neck. Well, once in a while the cat sneezes on me, so I suppose you could count that.

Take today...for instance. Here are just some of the reasons I was overjoyed to be amongst, well...nobody.

My day began with some light house cleaning (and it began at 10:45am, when I decided to wake up) some of which was quite overdue. However, there was nobody here to point that out and they aren't there to complain when it hasn't been done. This was followed up with the dreaded task of...

laundry. Yes, not my favorite chore but did I feel that I couldn't hang my delicates throughout the house...no, I had no qualms about it. In fact, as I write this I am staring at bras and underwear on a drying rack (in the middle of my living room)...and it is effin' great! Shortly after my lunch had digested, it was time to...

hit the treadmill. Did I immediately jump in the shower to clean myself up? No, I decided to rest my weary (and sweaty) tush for about a half hour in my comfy chair to finish a book. Later in the afternoon I decided...

what to make for my dinner. I decided on just exactly what I wanted (well, maybe not EXACTLY, I'm dieting as you'll recall) and I will do the same thing tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that...well, you get it.

I could go on endlessly explaining all of the perks that are offered to singles everywhere, but I'll stop with only those that were offered me today. I could also provide you with a long list of the things I don't proffer from being single...but they aren't resonating with me now. I look forward to making this new year all about me. Call me self-indulgent...but sometimes it's the only shoe that fits!

I raise my glass of wine to singles everywhere...may you make this new year the best it can possibly be! And hang your undies wherever you please!

Friday, December 29, 2006

Like Sands Through the Hourglass




Ok...I confess, "Days of our Lives" was a favorite soap opera of mine years ago. However, that is not what prompted the title of this post. For some reason that phrase has just been running through my head ad nauseum for the past three days. Is it reminiscent of the quiet, soothing lull of McDonald Carey's baritone? Is it lifting me effortlessly as I carry out task after task at work (which, incidentally, is where I've been spending the majority of my time for the past 3 days)? Well, not exactly...it's a bit more cacophonous and sounds much more like this:

LIKE SANDS THROUGH THE HOURGLASS...SO ARE THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES!

Yes, nothing lulling or soothing here...more like a jackhammer striking continuous blows dangerously close to your head. And yep...you guessed correctly, it is annoying. I'm in that floaty place where everything just becomes mechanical and you have to stop yourself 4 times while trying to complete a task just to ask yourself exactly what task needs completing. Speaking of tasks, I'd best get back to it. I'm so hoping it won't be another 15hr day...but at least I know there's more wine waiting for me at the end of it! And then sleep, blessed...glorious sleep!


After which, my life will undoubtedly resemble this lovely lulling and sensationally soothing picture (or something much better than it is now resembling)!

Thursday, December 28, 2006

My One Year Itch Has Arrived (Two Years Late)!

I have quite the storied employment history. If you were to look at a resume' of mine, dating back to my first job as a teenager through my current job today, let's just say I hope you have a few extra gigabytes because you'll need em! I have even gone back in my mind, trying to recollect when and where I was employed over the past 18 years. I believe the job I held the longest since graduating college over 10 years ago, and prior to my current job, was my second teaching position, which I held for all of about 1-1/2 years. So, that would mean that my current job holds the record for the longest I have worked anywhere before on a FT basis. The longest PT job I held was at a bingo hall for close to 5 yrs as a caller and floor clerk; coming in a close second was my very first PT job ever, as a lifeguard and swim instructor, which I held for a whopping 4+ years! I also worked another PT job while in college for about the same period of time. Since graduating college, throughout the past 10+ years, I have held a total of 10 jobs (7 FT, 3 PT) This is also not including various (and countless) temporary jobs that were fill-ins between the FT jobs. I have done everything from administrative work to bartending to delivering papers in those 10 years. Yes, she's a blaze of activity, that little resume' of mine. I attribute my wanderlust to a very low threshold for monotony and repetitiveness. I get stuck in a rut and find myself bored quickly if I don't have something to keep me challenged at work, which seems to have been my demise from many a job. Of the 6 previous FT jobs, I was fired from 3 (for beyond bogus reasons, also for another blog someday) and I quit 3 voluntarily.

I am coming up on 3 years in my current FT position, which is also the only job I have now (also a first). I usually get the itch after about a year...they've kept me 'baited' here by promising promotions, dazzling duties, etc...yet, as of yet, those promises haven't come to pass and I am beyond upset and am now drowning in a sea of ambivalence, from whence I rarely resurface. This nonchalant, non-caring attitude is considerably worse than the previous anger, given that any emotion is better than none at all . This is a very sucky time of year to be here and everyone is under much stress and very crabby as we are all putting in very, very long hours in the effort to close out another year. So, am I itching? Oh yeah...I'm just not scratching yet. I'm hoping things will become more tolerable after the first of the year when I start school and am working toward something I know I will eventually enjoy...and perhaps not have to endure that insatiable itch which has, in effect, manufactured my lengthy (yet highly colorful) resume'!

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

The Post-Holiday Crash

Well, I just received some less than exciting news. I just learned that as of 1/15/07, my wages will be garnished by the Department of Education for my student loans. I did have a heads up on this but did not know things would be happening quite this quickly. I am not thrilled that this is happening, of course, and I will fight it if I can...since according to the letter I received, the garnishment will continue until the balance is paid in full, while the principal will continue to accrue interest as I go. To the tune of 15% of my take home, with a total balance of probably about $26,000...that's one hell of a long time before I see my entire check again. I am not looking forward to the big lump that will be missing on that 1/15 check. Of course I blame myself for just letting things skirt by for so long. I have no idea what this will do to me financially just yet...and I'm most certainly not in a hurry to find out.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

My Dinner Tale (or Tail)

This is a fun story...one I will never forget. I had decided earlier this evening that as part of my new weight loss plan, I would actually start to use my table for meals that are eaten at home. I've now lived by myself in this apartment for 1-1/2 years and can honestly say this is only the 2nd time I've used the table to dine, as opposed to using it as a catch-all! So...to further add to the ambience of my evening...I decided to light a couple of candles to help commemorate the occasion. I have my fabulous dinner (if I do say so myself) all prepared, have lit my candles and am sitting down to 'dig in'...everything is wonderful. Enter the cat.

Now, I should mention that much of my day was spent cleaning my apartment in preparation for a house guest next week. Said cleaning did not exclude the afore-mentioned (and courtesy of the season, especially clutter filled) catch-all, which had previously been my dining room table. At one point during the day, while wandering about cleaning here and there, I happened to notice my cat sitting on the table. Apparently this was quite the experience for her, and while it was not the first time she had been there, it was the first in a long time. Yes, she simply had little room to move with all the clutter atop. I chuckled as I caught her sitting and staring intently at the prints on my dining room wall...as if taking in this part of her small world for the very first time...and perhaps it was. I mention this not as part of the dinner story itself, but merely to call attention to my cat's newly discovered fascination with the table.

As I began to take nourishment, I glanced down at my cat who was sitting at my feet...preparing to make her launch. Mind you, my table isn't large...just a small, round 4-chair table...and it wasn't exactly completely cleared of the clutter...leaving little room for her to maneuver whilst competing with the dinnerware, candles and centerpiece. As she made her way across the table her tail moved to and fro, waving dangerously close to the flickering flame. Then, as she made her final turn in preparation of her descent to the chair...into the flame her tail did go. Since I saw this coming ahead of time...I immediately grabbed her blazing tail with my bare hand to snuff out the flames! She didn't seem to be much worse for the wear...I suppose it would be akin to lighting the very end of your hair on fire...completely dead. You should all be happy to know that she is now sleeping peacefully on the ottoman, none the wiser.

I, however, struggled to enjoy one of the few meals ever taken at my dining room table as my nose matched wits with the smell of burnt tail. Perhaps if I wouldn't have opted to dine on fish...the whole thing could have been avoided? I guess in this case, curiosity burned the cat!

Friday, December 22, 2006

She Jingles ALL the Time!

Call me petty...call me rude, crude, insensitive, pessimistic, unfestive and lacking in the holiday spirit...but lucky for me, I can't really hear you anyway so I'm still going to say it!!!!

I should preclude this by saying that I don't work directly with this person...and don't even come into contact with her everyday. Depending on when and if my colleagues and I are able take our morning/afternoon breaks, we sometimes bump into her there. I'm sure everyone either currently knows or has known at some point in their lives a person of this nature, shall we say? She is just this bubbly, happy, always chatty person. I don't think it's genuine. Ok, to be fair I should say I don't think it's genuine all the time. She has this nagging need to be 'friendly' with everyone in the office and there isn't one person she excludes in this endeavor. She wants to know what's happening in everyone's life and what their opinion is on everything under the sun...and has made it her personal mission to know little personal things about everyone she comes in contact with.

Now, I attribute this next piece to my female wiles...that and my love for psychology and the art of picking people to pieces...hehehe! She tends to like to monopolize the conversation and be the center of attention...and yet, it doesn't seem to be an ego-driven thing. That's why I sometimes struggle when questioning how genuine she is or is not. She rarely talks about herself and does often appear to have a genuine interest in what people have to say...but she doesn't like it when you aren't directing your reply to her or you stray and start talking with someone else at the table. Sadly, (for men everywhere) the men seem to eat it up and give her just what she is craving. As for me, I will do this on a good day, most days...not so much. Especially now since I have been observing this for well over a year now and am really trying to figure out just exactly what her game is already!

I apologize ahead of time because this is going to sound horrible...but I don't know what her appeal is, especially to men. Speaking strictly from a physical sense, she is not overly attractive or anywhere close to a size '0' (which is the new size 2, apparently)...so it can't be a physical thing. There is just something about her that I haven't been able to completely put my finger on, but it rings quite false in my head...and is not genuine. Almost like she's speaking through you and not to you...as though she is seeking some type of acceptance from people.

Ok, enough of the Freudian crap today. I suppose I'll have a HUGE hunk of coal in my damn stocking on Monday now.

Happy Holidays to all!

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Dry Pockets

As you know, I started a weight loss plan earlier this week and the first two weeks are all figured out for me, with menus and all. While this plan does not eliminate anything entirely, I have found that my diet (dictated by the menus)seems to be lower in carbs. However, when carbs are introduced in a meal, I have found the author of this particular book seems to be quite the fan of dry pitas. Perhaps their throat is made of silk or something...mine, unfortunately is having a tough go of it.
Although, today my pita isn't completely dry...I have lettuce, tomato, onion, bell pepper and cheese in it. Not enough cheese, however, to get a bite down completely gag-free. Good thing I love water!

I cheated and stepped on the scale this morning and I'm already down 2 lbs! Ah...what the hell, bring on the pitas!

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Speaka de English already!

Oh but the chuckles a day can provide! I just overheard a co-worker, who was speaking to a customer over the phone, utter the following phrase:

"Bein's that it's already past the coverage time of bein' out of warranty"...

Yes...that was the funny part. First of all, the made up word "bein's" was terrifically funny and second, the fact that he basically said the same thing twice struck me as well. I couldn't get the image of Jeff Foxworthy out of my head and it was all I could do to keep from running over to his desk with a spittoon for the chaw in his mouth and ask for some redneck jokes (no, he isn't really chewing tobacco...it was just a vision my overactive/underutilized brain conjured up)!

It just made me wonder where all of these words come from. That's not the first time I've heard it, but not by someone who is just 10 years older than myself! Perhaps he was just trying to talk down to the truck driver? No offense to any highly intelligent truck drivers out there (What?!...there could be a few).

Boy...am I ever ready to get this Journalism thing going! LOL, that was a good laugh.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Rabbit Food

This is the part of the diet that I am not a big fan of...the salad lunch. Granted, I did not have time to really do a whole lot with it, just lettuce, carrots, green pepper, onion and tomato...along with 2 lovely TBSP of lowfat vinaigrette. I didn't have time to fix the chicken breast or hard-boiled eggs that were supposed to accompany it, however, I fail to believe it would have added that much more to the finished product!

Thank God for the dry pita bread I get to have with it! Actually, I cheated and soaked it in the juice from my sliced pineapple...yummy!

Monday, December 18, 2006

Happy New Year!

Ok...I know, it's not January 1, 2007, but it is day 1 of MY new year. I decided it was really stupid to wait until January 1, when I could start my new weight plan today. I'll get a 2-week head start that way, and I have a buddy to work alongside me as well. It's going to be a long haul and I have a lot to lose...but I am pumped and ready to roll! It's coming off and staying off this time. I am leaving NO ROOM FOR ERROR! Damn, I'm hungry though! It's the first week or so that's the toughest as my body adapts to everything...we'll get there though! Good luck to me!

Friday, December 15, 2006

Happy Birthday Baby!

Thirteen years ago today I gave birth to a baby girl that I subsequently placed for adoption. I can't believe she is a teenager today! I was most fortunate to be able to choose her parents myself and we have an open adoption. Her adoptive parents have gone above and beyond the requirements given them by the agency according to the terms of the open adoption. We are what is referred to as 'fully disclosed', meaning we have exchanged phone #'s, addresses, etc...which was done very early on, within the first year of her life. In addition, they have continued to send me yearly updates on 'our' daughter every year since she was placed with them, while they were only required per the agency to send them up to age 5. We have gotten together several times, though I haven't seen her since she was 4, when I went to their house for brunch. We are all very blessed to be able to share such an open and loving relationship. I look upon them all as extended family members. It is quite surreal to me at times though, just like last week when I received their Christmas card, a picture of Madie on rollerblades, probably from last summer. It seems as though just in this past year, she has grown by leaps and bounds and she really looks like a teenager. It left me wondering how different my life would be today had I opted to parent rather than place her for adoption. I truly can not imagine having a teenager!

Last year, along with the update and usual letter from her parents, Madie also wrote me a letter. To say I was touched would be putting it very mildly...I was brought to tears and so flattered. She had some questions for me and asked if I would write her back and send a couple pictures of myself. She also wanted to know what time of day she was born, because her mom couldn't remember...so today she will be toasting her birth at 5:08pm! Happy Birthday Madeline! I love you!

Thursday, December 14, 2006

The Surreal Life

No...not the stupid reality TV show. My life! I don't know why I've always had this strange feeling that even though the world around me is changing and aging, I somehow have this unlimited access to the 'fountain of youth'. It is odd and perhaps it's just a situation where I've become too subjective with things. However, things have seemed so surreal to me lately. It started about a week ago as I addressed my father's birthday card. My parents have been retired for 6 years now and they winter in AZ. I was sending out Christmas cards and his 65th birthday card and(as if his turning 65 wasn't surreal enough)I was addressing it in care of the resort they camp at with their 5th wheel. It just struck me in a moment that I wasn't living in this little bubble of protection anymore, but that my parents have been aging, with myself right alongside. I just had trouble grasping the concept that they were 'retired old people'. Then, the other day my brother phoned me to say that a close friend of his had lost his father. Is it that time already...time for us to start watching the parents of our friends die? Granted, he was only 60 and it appears he may have dropped from an aneurysm or a massive something because they found him just sitting upright in bed, deader than a doornail. It just hits a person though, very weird stuff. Guess it catches up to us all eventually! Live each day to its' fullest because you never know when it will be your last!

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It's Off To School I Go!

I am ridiculously giddy right now. I just spoke with the University of Minnesota admissions department to check on the status of my application with them. I have been on a waiting list for their Spring semester for a couple months now and learned this morning that I have been lifted from the wait list and am an official Gopher! It's a bit surreal to be sure, but I couldn't be more excited. I know I've mentioned this before but if someone would be willing to pay me to go to school, I would become a 'professional student' in a heartbeat! I used to volunteer to write papers for friends (free of charge) after I graduated college. I only had a few takers, but I loved it. I missed school so much once I graduated, but couldn't afford to continue on with a graduate program. In hindsight, I suppose that was for a good reason...perhaps I DID know then what I know now...that my chosen field of study at the time was not really where I wanted to be in the long haul. Funny that I didn't figure it out at the time, loved writing papers and editing things for friends...and here I am, well over 10 years later, going for a 2nd undergrad in Journalism. Tickle me pink!

Ok Already!

This was not how I needed to start my day. I have been getting these mass e-mails of crap at my work address for many months now...I usually don't even read them because it's just some stupid, nonsensical crap and then a bunch of addresses that the stupid, nonsensical crappy e-mail is being sent to. However, this morning one caught my eye and I'm taking it as a huge sign (pun very much intended as you will see further on).

I have been steadily gaining weight because I have been so fed up WITH my weight! I have stopped caring to a large extent and yet, at the same time, I know when I crack down I'm going to be religious about it again, like I was almost 10 years ago when I ended up losing 85lbs. I'd love to say that's all I have to lose this time, however, I know it's well over 100 by now. Anyway, another story for another time perhaps. So, this morning I was greeted with one of the stupid, nonsensical crappy e-mails only the subject line caught my attention, it read "ShedUnsightlyPOUNDS" and then continued on to finish a URL. When I opened it up to see what type of crap awaited, I discovered the first line was in German. Having opted to study Spanish in high school and college I have no idea what it says...but I'm thinking if they know I need to shed unsightly pounds all the way over in Germany, it's time to get started! Sprechen Ze Deutsche anyone? If so, what the heck does this mean:

"Anfrage uber das Kontaktformular"...perhaps I don't want to know!!!!

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Tis the Season to Spoil...Myself!

Here's what I'm thinking for this year. Since I don't really have a whole lot of people on my present-buying list, I'm going to treat myself. I figure why not, call me selfish, but I figure I should probably do it while I have the opportunity. Here is my Christmas list in no particular order (unless anyone wants to contribute, then I'll rearrange according to priority and price):

#1 - Digital Camera --I've wanted a digital camera for a long time but never saw the sense because I didn't have a computer and/or internet access at home (see #2).

#2 - Internet Service --Yes, in order to make proper use of the torrent of digital pictures I will be sure to have, I will need access to the internet, so along with renewing my cable service (after paying my long past-due bill) I will finally be on the information highway!

#3 - The dreaded fake Christmas tree --I'm finally going to put up the fake tree this year since I can't have a real one in my apartment (silly pyro-phobes). Of course, with my lack of patience, it may not be up before Christmas if there is much more than 'some assembly required'.

#4 - Camera phone --yeah, I don't even have a flippin' flip phone right now, just a very standard, run-of-the-mill, pick-of-the-liter (you get it) boring phone. However, being that we are in the middle of our contract and likely to change service providers, that may be put on hold for now.

#5 - Various DVD's, books, cd's, etc...to replace my close to completely depleted supply, after selling virtually everything in an effort to keep a roof over my head, food on my table, gas in my car, clothes on my back, etc...this past year. Yeah, it was a bitch--lemme tell you (if you need specific titles, hit me back).

I'm sure I could come up with lots more gift ideas (for interested parties) and while I do plan to treat myself to one or two of these items, I am in no position to get everything since bankruptcy looms in the near future! So, Merry Christmas to ME!

Monday, December 11, 2006

Celebrate Friendship!

Yesterday, I had lunch with a longtime friend…we’ve known each other since before our first memories were firmly locked into our brains…over 30 years now. We have been drifting in our friendship for several years now, as our lives have moved in very different directions and we find more and more often that we have less and less in common. While it was nice to get together and catch up on each other’s lives, I found myself waxing nostalgic even more on my drive there. She lives about 45-50 miles from me, in a direction I don’t often travel…a stretch of highway filled with small suburbs. As my car trudged forward, I traveled backward in my mind, reliving old memories and friendships, many of which no longer exist. I became very introspective and began analyzing my friendships, both past and present. This is what I traveled across:

Town #1: The hometown of a college love…not an ex-boyfriend mind you, just someone I fell madly in love with and at the time, thought for sure I could not live without but never bothered to share any or all of this information with him. He is now married to another girl from college and I believe they have one or two children. While we were friends in college, it didn’t extend beyond those years but also reminded me of other college buddies.

Town #2: At one time, this town held in it a bar/restaurant that I used to hit with some friends every Tuesday night for all you can eat crab and really great drinks…only now I can’t remember the name of the restaurant or the drink. I can, however, certainly remember the friends and the good times that were shared each week. These were also college/work friends from the first college I attended (yes, there were two before I finished). I have recently, within the past couple of years, reconnected with one of them and see her occasionally, but the others have disappeared without a trace.

Town #3: This was the hometown of a different college friend who I once lived with for about a year. We are no longer friends and had an uncomfortable parting over something very trite and unnecessary, yet the damage was irreparable. It was also the town that her 18yr old brother was buried in after being involved in a major snowmobile accident. He was in a coma and they were told he would more than likely never come out of it due to the head trauma…they pulled the plug.

Town #4: Among this town’s residents are a couple friends from several years ago who I no longer associate with, for various reasons…namely, they’ve become snobs. Perhaps they always were and I just failed to recognize this fact in the drunken stupor, which I was in almost every time we associated. However, one of the fondest memories I have was singing the theme song to “Three’s Company” at karaoke…we had the crowd a hoppin’.

That was the last town in route to my friend’s house that caused me to recall these particular friends, along with many fun stories about each of them. Then, while visiting with my friend, she was talking about the fact that she would be getting together with some other girlfriends for dinner this week. Each one that she mentioned I knew, as I went to high school with all of them as well. She has remained friends with all of them through the years, and while I am sure they have also had their rifts along the way, it was just different than what happened with us and they have always stayed in contact. This then sent me into another fit of analysis on the way home, causing me to wonder why it seems so many of my friendships are fleeting. Not to say that I don’t have several friends that I haven’t lost contact with for any marked period of time, and with whom I have been friends for many, many years. It’s just interesting though, how different people can come into your life for a short period of time and yet still leave an indelible mark. I was reminded of a favorite little poem of mine by William Wordsworth that goes like this (or something close to it)

While nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, or glory in flowers; we will grieve not, but rather find strength in that which remains behind.

I am grateful for all of the friendships I have had in the past, for all the friendships I currently have and for those that I will have in the future. TO FRIENDSHIP (clink)!

Friday, December 08, 2006

Eager for Equanimity

There is no doubt...this is a busy time of the year for everyone. My schedule has been unforgiving the past couple of weeks and while I am usually fairly unflappable, for some reason I have found myself beyond frazzled lately. In my search of an explanation for this lack of poise within, the only thing I can surmise is that I have just been cramming too many things into my already busy schedule. WHY, for the love, do we do this to ourselves? Since I can't attribute my busyness to business, my desk is also rapidly becoming unforgivable! So, once my busy social/choir schedule subsides a bit, which it should after the holidays, then I can once again start working more OT to catch up at work.

That's the one constant for me though, my life ebbs and flows with a noticably absent lack of balance, or equanimity. For as busy as I am now, soon I will be back in the same old rut of a routine--which, while curiously resembling a slice of heaven at the moment--will later just seem to be, well...a rut. I am always in search of that balance in my life yet never seem to be able to really strike it. Perhaps I am not alone in this endeavor, but it sure does feel that way most of the time! Alas, back to busy for now!

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Mars and Venus in the Workplace

Have they written this book yet? I know they've done a few, huh...they probably have. Nonetheless, I can think of no other place where I am reminded so often and so well of the myriad of differences between men and women. Today, it is striking me with a new clarity as I am dealing with issues from both.

Scene #1- A newer employee at one of our other branches was having some trouble understanding the procedures with which certain tasks are completed. This person is female and tends to react emotionally, as many fine females do. Of course, I had to explain to the men (in simple terms, of course) that she was shooting from the gut and not processing things fully. However, she had us all at our wit's end before I was able to calmly and diplomatically explain the proper procedure to her. Now she is eating out of my hands and her previously brisk behavior is at complete variance with her present demeanor. I think sometimes it just takes another female to know what we are seeking out.

Scene #2- On the flip side, my manager, (who is male) just sent me an e-mail asking about a matter that has been on hold for close to two weeks because I am awaiting additional information. This could be a case of 'too many irons in the fire'. I asked the 3rd party for the information, yet the 3rd party went to someone else to inquire as to the status of the claim. Of course, the claim hasn't been filed yet because I don't have all of the required information.

The fact that there is only one female manager (at any level) in this entire company is not lost on yours truly and could also explain why it's so screwed up. Ok, that was incredibly partial I realize... but you have to understand the Y chromosome shouldn't be allowed total and complete reign! I know of few men, if any, that could properly and/or proudly bestow the title of 'The Great Communicator'. That is a skill that I do believe women have the upper hand with, certainly not all of them I assure you, but many of them. Men bring other characteristics to the table, which is great. But why in blazes can't we even out the playing field more so that we have a delicate and much needed balance? Ok, so this was largely a personal grievance today because I am exhausted from handling everyone else's issues and now needing to tackle my own. And with that, off I go!

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

"Mele Kalikimaka"

Ok, I think this is my favorite 'non-traditional' Christmas song. It's playing on our Muzac station right now. Of course, it immediately drums up an image of "Christmas Vacation" with Chevy Chase, which is one of my favorite Christmas movies. Along with, of course, "A Christmas Story" and yes, I watch the marathon every year on TBS...I never tire of that movie. Ralphie is the best, hands down. Which reminds me of "Deck the Halls", which I can't sing without throwing in the 'Fa ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra', courtesy of the 'Asian Serenade' the 'Parkers' received at the restaurant as they dined on Chinese food. Seriously folks...see the movie if you haven't already. It's funny how movies and television can have that affect on music and cause us to change our lyrics. I also can't sing 'Three Times a Lady' anymore...it's now almost always 'Fee Tines a Mady'...thanks Eddie Murphy.

Toxic Workland

My place of employment can be a real toxic wasteland somedays. I am reminded of a quote I once heard, "Dwelling on the negative simply contributes to its power"...I believe it was Shirley McLaine who said that, when she was promoting a book she wrote. It really stuck with me and I think of it often here in my workplace. People say there's always that one person in every office...well, I believe I've been dealt a few here in my immediate department, which consists of 9 people, including myself. Three of them specifically tend to gnaw on me most often...which would make that 1/3 of my working environment and not cool. Let me see if I can sum them up in 3 short paragraphs.

Thorn #1 - 'The Gossip'...ours happens to be a beyond middle-aged Jewish woman (I only mention that she's Jewish because it should help explain much of the forthcoming description). This is the person that trained me in almost 3 years ago and from day 1 she told me who to associate with and who not to associate with. I was sucked into taking breaks with her 'group' and lunch with her 'group'. She no longer speaks to me because I opted to bow out and do my own thing. The one word I always come back to when trying to describe her to people is 'simple'. Perhaps this doesn't make sense but it's just that she is simple. There is no depth to her whatsoever, she is predictable, a gossip, ridiculously juvenile about so many things and quite difficult for me to take. In recent months, she has also been lacking for steady work to do as many of her duties are now being handled at our various branches, so she delegates herself to various office tasks, such as stocking our cups, plates, silverware, napkins, etc...in the break room; filling all of the copiers/fax machines, etc...with paper, and generally just being an annoyance. However, it's much easier now that there is no speaking involved...she has even ceased to say good night or good morning to almost everyone in our department. I guess others have done something to set her off as well.

Thorn #2 - 'The Know-It-All' (who actually knows very, very little)...ours is a mid-30's male who has done everything, been everywhere, and has come to save the company. While I feel it is safe to say that the rest of us would love to see him gone, we would be left with a pervasive emptiness, since he does lend quite the flavor to our department. I do have to throw in just a couple of my favorites from the past couple of years, however, I could write a book which would most assuredly garner a spot on the best-seller list.

* Know-It-All (speaking on the phone): "A John Deere? That's a fire truck, right"?
Sadly, folks...he wasn't kidding.

* In response to an e-mail that was sent out regarding the reserved spaces in our parking lot...he says aloud (he talks aloud a lot, just to hear himself, we believe) "What do you mean reverse parking spots, does that mean we have to back into them"? and proceeds to jump up to speak to the manager who sent the e-mail to clarify just why we needed to back in and couldn't pull straight in to them. Perhaps even tougher to believe folks...but again, not kidding.

* Our faithful California sports fan (yes, he's a Cali boy which could explain a lot) who claimed to be an 'Oakland A's' die-hard when they were in the playoffs this past season. Specifically, when they played our own Minnesota Twins, the day of Game 2.

Know-It-All: "Trudy, why don't they have Santana pitching?"
Trudy: "He threw yesterday".
Know-It-All: "Oh, you mean they rotate them"?

I couldn't reply to that, I simply had to walk away whilst shaking my head.

Thorn #3 - "Mr. Negativity" ...ours is a middle-aged (perhaps slightly beyond) male who literally personifies a 'wet mop'. Truly, when he walks around he resembles a wet mop...shoulders sagging, face like a horse, ridiculously saddened expression. He could suck the very life right out of you if you allowed him to. He is constantly whining and nothing is right, huffs and puffs while tossing things about on his desk...even threatened to quit a couple weeks ago. While I'm no expert, I have no managerial experience nor have I ever held the title of a supervisor, I do believe that if an employee under my watch came in complaining about things and asking about whether or not they would receive unpaid vacation and sick time upon quitting, I think they'd be done. Nobody needs that around the office, things are tough enough without it. I remember reading an article about the brain and negativity in an issue of 'Psychology Today' several years ago. While I don't remember all of the specifics, I do recall them saying that the brain has a 'negativity bias', meaning that it is simply wired with a greater sensitivity to unpleasant news. Apparently, nastiness just makes a bigger impact on our brains...and our attitudes are more heavily influenced by downbeat news than by upbeat news. I don't know if that applies to this particular situation, but I am often reminded of that when he is particularly downtrodden, which he is today. I say...quit already if you're that unhappy. If I were his manager, however, he wouldn't be given this option.

Ok...so those are my 3 thorns in the workplace, just had to share. Cool, I'm feeling better already!

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Hardy Har Har

"You should always remember to laugh at yourself". This was an expression that my mother, and grandmother before her, uttered to me an untold amount of times while growing up. I remember being very confused by it for the longest time and not really understanding what it meant. However, I'm glad it stuck with me and I took it to heart because Lord knows I've had an amplitude of opportunity to do just that. Including right this moment...I just started laughing hysterically (albeit, under my breath) and yes, at myself. I remember getting back from lunch around 1:15pm, thinking that I had to go to the bathroom quite badly after all the water I consumed this morning. I tend to get very busy at work and forget to go to the bathroom. Silly yes, but very true. So, as I was just sitting here I couldn't remember whether I had relieved myself and did a couple quick kegels to see. After not receiving an adverse reaction, I decided that I had in fact gone, and proceeded to tell myself that and break into my uncontrollable fit of laughter (all under my breath and none helping my headache). To which it could also be stated, I would have found out in a hurry if I hadn't in fact visited the little girl's room, since I know that laughter couldn't have contained what may have remained in my bladder! So, now everyone is free to laugh at me as well, but do not forget to laugh at yourself as well, and often!

This Old Job

Ho hum...the dang doldrum. I sometimes wonder if I'm just overly susceptible to becoming disenchanted with things after a certain amount of time. Namely, my job. Now, mind you...I knew when I accepted this position (even as a temp) that it would not be something permanent (i.e., for the rest of my working days). At the time, however, I had been unemployed for 5-1/2 months and just working temp jobs, which left little to be desired by way of pay or by the work itself. Case in point, I believe the last job I had finished prior to the interview with my current employer consisted of moving the US Bank headquarters from downtown St. Paul to Plato Blvd. Lots of hauling and lifting and loading and a bunch of gross, sweaty crap...but yes, desperate times. So, of course when I went to the new temp agency I decided to fall back on what I know I am good at...typing ridiculously fast. I know I am very employable when it comes to data entry and other administrative positions, so I knew it wouldn't be long before I would find something less physical and more permanent. It just took me a while to get to that point of desperation wherein I was required to seek out this type of employment. In short, I don't particularly enjoy the work I am doing, I just know I am good at it. I don't find my work fulfilling and the company is among the worst I've ever worked for, and believe me there have been a lot of them through the years. There is virtually zero appreciation or recognition for the work that is done. Perhaps in other departments it is better, I have noticed many inconsistencies there as well. There has even been a changing of the guard in my department, which, while helping in some areas, has met with little or no improvement in the area of appreciation. Nonetheless, I am not here to gripe about my job, there isn't enough time in the day for that. I guess what I am really doing is just questioning my staying power and/or resiliency. I have been in my current position for almost 3 years now, the longest I have been at any full-time job since graduating college 10-1/2 years ago. So, I suppose one could say this is the longest I've ever been at a full-time job, since during high school and college I only ever worked part-time. So, while I want to complain about my job and all of its' annoyances; and while the benefits far underweigh the obstacles to job satisfaction, I won't be going anywhere soon. Perhaps things will improve slightly, however, I suppose I am resigned to them not improving. So, for now I will have to take heed in things like my short drive to work, my unlimited overtime (while not mandatory), my 2 weeks paid vacation each year, and the flexibility which should be allowed me when I start back to school, if needed. Meaning, if the flexibility is needed in my schedule, not if school is needed. Because, believe me...school is needed if not just to save me from relying on the on-line game shows and increasingly difficult Sudoku puzzles to boost my brain power! It can't come soon enough...and should also be my pass key to getting out of here! Perhaps I my mind wouldn't be weighing so heavily on all these things now, were it not for the fact that my job is really all I have. That sounds horrible, but it is true. I'm single, not dating right now (albeit, by choice), living alone with my cat, etc...probably enough said. Therefore, if I am only to find solace in one area of my life right now, I'd like to be able to at least somewhat enjoy my work. Hopefully, someday I'll be able to say I do...but that day hasn't come yet.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Monopoly Money vs. Real Money

Yay...I'm a millionaire! Ok, it's not real money but I just won the 'Who Wants To Be A Millionaire' on-line game for the first time. It helps pass the time when I don't want to work after a long 14 hr day. However, I did once win $100 at a bar/restaurant that used to play 'Millionaire'. You were given raffle tickets, so first off it was sheer luck of the draw. Then they did a version of the old 'fastest finger' part (which I desperately miss) so you had to beat two other people to get up there. I got in the hot seat and was able to answer all of the questions, using my two lifelines, consisting of 50/50 and 'ask the drunken audience'. So, I happily took my $100 in cash and proceeded to spend most of it that night. I love game shows and actually appeared on 'Wheel of Fortune' for NFL players week almost 9 years ago (could it possibly be that long ago already). I learned at the time that you could only appear on a total of 3 game shows in your lifetime and that you can't reappear on the same game show. Well, apparently there are exceptions to the latter rule because, on several occasions I have heard Mr. Sajak mention that someone had already appeared on the show. It seems that celebrities and sports figures are also exempt, since they play for charity, never mind the fact that the charity is usually in their own freaking name! However, I'm not bitter and was happy to take home my $3,500!

So, ever since I taped the show and learned of this 3 shows and out rule, I have tried to figure out which other game shows to appear on (or attempt to). Of course, Jeopardy would be awesome and I would love nothing more than to appear on it (it is also filmed in the same studio as WOF, right next door). 'Millionaire' had not even started at the time I taped my WOF episode so it wasn't even a thought. However, I now believe I would like to do that show first since my odds are better there. No competition and no signaling buttons to master. I tape both shows daily and am always amazed at the 'phone a friends' that some people have. I am so often left shaking my head, wondering what in hell they were thinking or doing. I will confess, I would not have come close to winning the million this morning were it not for my good friend 'Google'. I would hope that were any of my friends or relatives going to appear on the show, they would call me for help. So many of the questions can be answered within a matter of seconds just by typing in the key words/names, etc onto the google bar. More often than not, I didn't have to click on the link, the answer was right there in front of me! So, it would be more difficult in the 'hot seat' since I wouldn't have that option but for one question, however, at least I could be assured of getting that one. So, someday when I can afford the airfare and hotel, I will try to get on the show and win a few bucks! Since all I got this morning was a stupid note saying they hoped I felt like a million bucks!