Today's post has nothing to do with my upcoming birthday,* instead it has to do with girl's skirts. Today was Confirmation at our church and the choir sang, so I had a front row seat to see everyone get confirmed. Holy cow--girl's skirts are SHORT! My mom wouldn't have let me out of the house in a skirt like that, let alone wear it to church, especially not for Confirmation. (I may not be the best judge of Confirmation-wear, since I wore a tea length white eyelet dress with a pink ribbon sash.) Girl's skirts must just be short, because all the girls were wearing them. I found myself wondering how they sat down and hoping that someone had shown them how to bend over and get in and out of a car. I'm hoping (without a lot of real hope) that by the time Sweet Pea is a pre-teen/teenager hemlines will be a bit longer.
Sweet Pea's birthday was this past Wednesday and my in laws were here. I have come to the conclusion that they do not like me. Maybe this is an extreme view point, but while they were here they didn't want to spend ANY time alone with me. There were several occasions when it looked like they were going to have to be alone with me and instead they went back to their hotel. I'm not really sure that's about.
Finally, Mole... Remember when I liked him? Yeah--that's all changed. I think that it's either me getting irritated to death, or I'm going to have to do something about him. I think that Mr. X is even starting to notice how much Mole irritates me. I'm trying really hard to not let it show on my face, but I think I'm doing a really poor job. Mr. X is going on vacation soon and I will lose my Mole buffer, I don't know what I'll do.
We have one more day of Spring Break at our house and we're spending our last non-school night watching Beverly Hills Chihuahua. You wish you were me.
*Seriously, I want that Roomba for the cat to ride on.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Happy Administrative Professionals Day to Me
Today is Administrative Professionals Day (so much classier sounding than Secretary's Day)--hopefully you got the Administrative Professional in your life something lovely. Don't get the wrong idea, I have not been counting down to this holiday with an Advent-like calendar. Today is also Sweet Pea's birthday, and when I wrote her birthday on the calender I noticed today's other significance.
I approached the office today with dread. At The Big P we had to make a big deal out of Administrative Professionals Day. We worked with some moody assistants and they would have gotten even crankier without flowers and a tasty lunch. I was really hoping that today would not be marked at BCFG, and I got my wish. I think that being recognized today would have pushed me over the edge and made me cry or something. Today was a day that I wasn't doing very well as an administrative professional. The Godfather did introduce me to one of his clients as "his new assistant," so maybe that was my recognition. Oh--I did get the name plate for my desk, just in case I forget my name. It looks dumb.
To start things off, yesterday I saw my psychiatrist and he increased my medication again. I need the higher dosage, but now I'm back on the dosage that I was on prior to starting to get off the medication, so it feels like I've made no progress. I know that the goal is for me to feel well, regardless of the dosage, but I liked seeing something concrete. My parents have also been here to celebrate Sweet Pea's birthday (and help us out over Spring Break) and my dad keeps asking me how I like my job and saying how good he thinks it is that I am working. Finally this morning I said how much I miss my old job, so I was already thinking about that today.
I have also been drowning in my triangle lately. It's review season (since the 1st quarter numbers came out recently). I am really busy and feeling like I don't have any time to breath--and I don't get to each lunch, which just makes me cranky. Today I was so overwhelmed...I had two reviews to finish that had a hard deadline of tomorrow and people just kept piling on more stuff. I finally felt like I was going to catch up when Mr X. told me that he wanted me to do something because it would be "a good exercise." In equal parts I wanted to cry and tell him where he could put his good exercise. I did it happily though, because that's my job, and amazingly got everything done in time.
I may have to kill Mole soon. He has decided that it's his mission to drive me insane. He keeps changing things around in his reviews. (Everyone is supposed to follow the Mr. X format, but they don't.) One of the most irritating things about Mole is that he thinks that everyone wants to hear him think out loud. He likes to walk over to my desk to "talk though things." Today he was the most irritating when he asked me to call a client because he didn't have time and then stood over me to watch that I did it right. Seriously? I've been making work phone calls for almost 12 years and I think I've been talking on the phone successfully for the past 28 years, or something like that. I wanted to share both of those pieces of information with him today.
I'm going to go and play with Sweet Pea's new toys now. She got a Ken Doll to go with her Barbies--he's super bendy Ken and you can pose him lots of different ways. She got some different outfits for Ken as well, so right now she is just dressing him and undressing him. My favorite part are Ken's flip flops and his artfully distressed jeans.
I approached the office today with dread. At The Big P we had to make a big deal out of Administrative Professionals Day. We worked with some moody assistants and they would have gotten even crankier without flowers and a tasty lunch. I was really hoping that today would not be marked at BCFG, and I got my wish. I think that being recognized today would have pushed me over the edge and made me cry or something. Today was a day that I wasn't doing very well as an administrative professional. The Godfather did introduce me to one of his clients as "his new assistant," so maybe that was my recognition. Oh--I did get the name plate for my desk, just in case I forget my name. It looks dumb.
To start things off, yesterday I saw my psychiatrist and he increased my medication again. I need the higher dosage, but now I'm back on the dosage that I was on prior to starting to get off the medication, so it feels like I've made no progress. I know that the goal is for me to feel well, regardless of the dosage, but I liked seeing something concrete. My parents have also been here to celebrate Sweet Pea's birthday (and help us out over Spring Break) and my dad keeps asking me how I like my job and saying how good he thinks it is that I am working. Finally this morning I said how much I miss my old job, so I was already thinking about that today.
I have also been drowning in my triangle lately. It's review season (since the 1st quarter numbers came out recently). I am really busy and feeling like I don't have any time to breath--and I don't get to each lunch, which just makes me cranky. Today I was so overwhelmed...I had two reviews to finish that had a hard deadline of tomorrow and people just kept piling on more stuff. I finally felt like I was going to catch up when Mr X. told me that he wanted me to do something because it would be "a good exercise." In equal parts I wanted to cry and tell him where he could put his good exercise. I did it happily though, because that's my job, and amazingly got everything done in time.
I may have to kill Mole soon. He has decided that it's his mission to drive me insane. He keeps changing things around in his reviews. (Everyone is supposed to follow the Mr. X format, but they don't.) One of the most irritating things about Mole is that he thinks that everyone wants to hear him think out loud. He likes to walk over to my desk to "talk though things." Today he was the most irritating when he asked me to call a client because he didn't have time and then stood over me to watch that I did it right. Seriously? I've been making work phone calls for almost 12 years and I think I've been talking on the phone successfully for the past 28 years, or something like that. I wanted to share both of those pieces of information with him today.
I'm going to go and play with Sweet Pea's new toys now. She got a Ken Doll to go with her Barbies--he's super bendy Ken and you can pose him lots of different ways. She got some different outfits for Ken as well, so right now she is just dressing him and undressing him. My favorite part are Ken's flip flops and his artfully distressed jeans.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Happy Easter!
Happy Easter! I am home from the Vigil Mass and enjoying some toast. The Easter Beagle has also visited our house and left treats for everyone. This year the Easter Beagle was smart enough to buy treats for herself; knowing that the Husband wouldn't remember to do that (and I do enjoy an Easter basket of my own).
The Mass was beautiful, as always, and I kept up the tradition of crying at the baptisms. I sang two wrong notes in my psalm. (No one noticed but me, but it will bug me for awhile.) The organist had a few moments where it sounded like she was playing with mittens on--not sure what's up with that. (I should be nicer, since it's Easter.)
It quit raining for long enough that we were able to light the Easter fire outside, however it was really windy and both of our Deacon's vestments almost caught fire. I was looking and we don't have a fire extinguisher outside--I hope that they both know "stop, drop and roll" since they almost had to do it tonight. The fire always reminds me of our old priest (whom I miss very much--he is retired) and the Vigil when it was raining and he decided to light the Easter fire in the church vestibule. It is a good thing that our church is 95% stone, or something would have caught fire. He later admitted that was a bad plan.
I was also at church early enough to see our priest filling the baptismal font with water from a bucket--it reminds you of how human the church can be.
I have to be back at church in less than 10 hours, so I'm going to hopefully go to sleep very soon.
Happy Easter to you all!
The Mass was beautiful, as always, and I kept up the tradition of crying at the baptisms. I sang two wrong notes in my psalm. (No one noticed but me, but it will bug me for awhile.) The organist had a few moments where it sounded like she was playing with mittens on--not sure what's up with that. (I should be nicer, since it's Easter.)
It quit raining for long enough that we were able to light the Easter fire outside, however it was really windy and both of our Deacon's vestments almost caught fire. I was looking and we don't have a fire extinguisher outside--I hope that they both know "stop, drop and roll" since they almost had to do it tonight. The fire always reminds me of our old priest (whom I miss very much--he is retired) and the Vigil when it was raining and he decided to light the Easter fire in the church vestibule. It is a good thing that our church is 95% stone, or something would have caught fire. He later admitted that was a bad plan.
I was also at church early enough to see our priest filling the baptismal font with water from a bucket--it reminds you of how human the church can be.
I have to be back at church in less than 10 hours, so I'm going to hopefully go to sleep very soon.
Happy Easter to you all!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
And it begins....
This is a post that's not about work or my Triangle. (I feel the need to state that outright.)
Tonight at church Holy Week begins with the celebration of the Last Supper. For me as a singer, this means that I have church, followed by church, then some more church, for a change, church. One of my old friends, who sings at Holy Name Cathedral (and Lyric Opera) in Chicago describes this as "the Catholic Church's most theatrical week." I'm not sure that I agree with the word "theatrical." I think I would swap it out for "dramatic." This week is heavily shrouded in symbolism, which can be extremely meaningful, if you understand why each little thing is taking place. If you don't understand the why, then so many things are superfluous.
This Saturday, at the Easter Vigil, we as a congregation, have the honor of watching other adults being baptised or professing their faith in the Catholic church. This is the 10th anniversary of my Easter Vigil, as I've always thought of it. My transition from Lutheran from Catholic was not a hard one. I was describing it to someone at work this week (Mr. X took me out to lunch to ask me more about me, because he's just nice like that) and I said that when I started coming to Mass it felt like coming home, which is still how it feels.
I have 30 minutes before church and I should be warming up...
I also have a new favorite song...
This is "The Seal Lullaby" with words by Rudyard Kipling and music by Eric Whitacre. (There are some better recordings on YouTube--I picked this one because Eric Whitacre is conducting his own work and he is an amazing conductor to watch and I am in love with him.)
The text comes from the story "The White Seal," which is part of "The Jungle Book" (and a wonderful story, if you've never read it.
I think that what I like most about this piece are the accidentals, or little trills, like this
Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,
And black are the waters that sparkled so green.
The moon, o'er the combers, looks downward to find us
At rest in the hollows that rustle between.
Where billow meets billow, then soft be thy pillow,
Ah, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease!
The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee,
Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas!
Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas!
If you were riding in my car you would have to listen to that over and over and over--listen to it just once--it really is a beautiful song. (You are not obligated to listen to the woman at the end who starts to talk about music in Canada)
Off to get ready for church...
Tonight at church Holy Week begins with the celebration of the Last Supper. For me as a singer, this means that I have church, followed by church, then some more church, for a change, church. One of my old friends, who sings at Holy Name Cathedral (and Lyric Opera) in Chicago describes this as "the Catholic Church's most theatrical week." I'm not sure that I agree with the word "theatrical." I think I would swap it out for "dramatic." This week is heavily shrouded in symbolism, which can be extremely meaningful, if you understand why each little thing is taking place. If you don't understand the why, then so many things are superfluous.
This Saturday, at the Easter Vigil, we as a congregation, have the honor of watching other adults being baptised or professing their faith in the Catholic church. This is the 10th anniversary of my Easter Vigil, as I've always thought of it. My transition from Lutheran from Catholic was not a hard one. I was describing it to someone at work this week (Mr. X took me out to lunch to ask me more about me, because he's just nice like that) and I said that when I started coming to Mass it felt like coming home, which is still how it feels.
I have 30 minutes before church and I should be warming up...
I also have a new favorite song...
This is "The Seal Lullaby" with words by Rudyard Kipling and music by Eric Whitacre. (There are some better recordings on YouTube--I picked this one because Eric Whitacre is conducting his own work and he is an amazing conductor to watch and I am in love with him.)
The text comes from the story "The White Seal," which is part of "The Jungle Book" (and a wonderful story, if you've never read it.
I think that what I like most about this piece are the accidentals, or little trills, like this
Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,
And black are the waters that sparkled so green.
The moon, o'er the combers, looks downward to find us
At rest in the hollows that rustle between.
Where billow meets billow, then soft be thy pillow,
Ah, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease!
The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee,
Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas!
Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas!
If you were riding in my car you would have to listen to that over and over and over--listen to it just once--it really is a beautiful song. (You are not obligated to listen to the woman at the end who starts to talk about music in Canada)
Off to get ready for church...
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Non-Work News
I thought that I'd post some non-work news, since Sweet Pea had her doctors appointment yesterday.
Unfortunately, I was unable to attend because my new job. BCFG does allow me to have some sick days this year, but I'm saving those for when someone is actually sick, or when there is an appointment with the specialist.
I was really worried that the Husband or doctor would say things to upset Sweet Pea, so both the Husband and I wrote letters to the doctor, outlining our concerns. These joined the letter from the doctor. I had a lot of family history to convey, with my family's tendencies toward depression and also some ADD/ADHD.
Per the Husband, the appointment went well. The doctor does not think that Sweet Pea is dyslexic. I am a little worried about this, because the Husband also doesn't think that Sweet Pea is dyslexic and I think that he may have colored the doctor's opinion. The doctor is concerned about ADD and also about the mood stuff that I wrote about.
The doctor wants us to have Sweet Pea evaluated by a psychiatrist--she (the doctor) said that she isn't comfortable with evaluating Sweet Pea and would like an expert to see her. Thankfully my psychiatrist also treats children (with a specialty in ADD/ADHD). I called their office yesterday and they were able to get Sweet Pea an appointment that's about 3 weeks away (which is an incredibly short wait for a specialist). We're also on his cancellation list, so we might get in sooner.
I am anxious about this step; especially because the pediatrician stressed that Sweet Pea needed to be seen by a psychiatrist SOON. However, I'm glad that she'll be seen by my doctor.
Now we just wait...
Unfortunately, I was unable to attend because my new job. BCFG does allow me to have some sick days this year, but I'm saving those for when someone is actually sick, or when there is an appointment with the specialist.
I was really worried that the Husband or doctor would say things to upset Sweet Pea, so both the Husband and I wrote letters to the doctor, outlining our concerns. These joined the letter from the doctor. I had a lot of family history to convey, with my family's tendencies toward depression and also some ADD/ADHD.
Per the Husband, the appointment went well. The doctor does not think that Sweet Pea is dyslexic. I am a little worried about this, because the Husband also doesn't think that Sweet Pea is dyslexic and I think that he may have colored the doctor's opinion. The doctor is concerned about ADD and also about the mood stuff that I wrote about.
The doctor wants us to have Sweet Pea evaluated by a psychiatrist--she (the doctor) said that she isn't comfortable with evaluating Sweet Pea and would like an expert to see her. Thankfully my psychiatrist also treats children (with a specialty in ADD/ADHD). I called their office yesterday and they were able to get Sweet Pea an appointment that's about 3 weeks away (which is an incredibly short wait for a specialist). We're also on his cancellation list, so we might get in sooner.
I am anxious about this step; especially because the pediatrician stressed that Sweet Pea needed to be seen by a psychiatrist SOON. However, I'm glad that she'll be seen by my doctor.
Now we just wait...
Friday, April 15, 2011
Off the Ledge
I wanted to let everyone know that I've talked myself off of the ledge that I was on last night. I still have this feeling about Sweet Pea--something like mother's intuition that something isn't quite right. I can't articulate what isn't right, but that's why we're going to the doctor.
I am feeling a little better though and not quite so crazy.
I am feeling a little better though and not quite so crazy.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
A Un-Bonusey Bonus
I think I've written about this before (I don't feel like re-reading all my posts right now), but we are having Sweet Pea evaluated for dyslexia and ADD and maybe something else, because something just doesn't feel right.
Her initial appointment with the pediatrician is next week. We have some paperwork to complete for that appointment which includes a checklist of behaviors. The doctor asked that the teacher complete that checklist and that she also write a short letter describing what she sees in the classroom. We got that paperwork back today and from Sweet Pea's teacher's assessment things are much worse than I thought.
Things have been hard at home lately--Sweet Pea's moods have become increasingly mercurial. That scares me to death, because I automatically think of my bipolar disorder and the rapid cycling that I go through sometimes. I'm able to keep it under control (to some extent, although I am really moody) when I do that, but I'm 33 and not 6. I know that I bipolar diagnosis is extremely rare at this age, but I still worry. I also just worry about school being hard for her. I remember when I was pregnant, after wishing for a healthy baby, I wished to have one for whom school wasn't hard. Sweet Pea is very smart, but right now her smart isn't going very well with school.
One of the things that scares me the most is how much Sweet Pea reminds me of myself. She is playing with her Barbies right now and it is exactly how I remember playing. I can also remember feeling periods of overwhelming sadness starting around age 6 or 7 . I've been hopeful that Sweet Pea will be spared of everything because the Husband and I aren't my parents (or at least I try so hard not to be them). I guess the only positive of being sick myself (and this is one of the days when I feel "sick" with bipolar disorder) is that I know what to look for.
I know that I'm not supposed to think of anything being "wrong" with her--she is "different" or "special" or some other word like that. We have a friend who has a son that is autistic and I don't think that there is anything wrong with him. Sweet Pea also has a girl in her class with Down's Syndrome and that girl is one of the sweetest things ever--I adore her. How is it that it's so easy for me to accept these children, yet I think that there's something wrong with my own?
Rational, unemotional, non-bi-polar-feeling me, knows that we're going to the doctor for a reason. We'll get a referral to a neuropsychologist or neruopsychiatrist and that doctor will figure everything out and then we'll put together a plan. It's also first grade and teachers push for early intervention for a reason. Irrational, bi-polar-feeling me is having a much harder time thinking about how we will have success next year with an Individual Education Plan.
Party planning was more fun than thinking about this. I'm going to stop writing about this now before I talk myself into a situation that is worse than it is. This is actually one of the times when I do miss being in therapy and having a person to tell me to stop talking because I am crazy.
I think this is kind of funny, in an ironic sort of way. While I was a Kinkos this morning I had lots of time to wonder through the store and I found a post-it with this on it...
"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."
-Robert Frost
Her initial appointment with the pediatrician is next week. We have some paperwork to complete for that appointment which includes a checklist of behaviors. The doctor asked that the teacher complete that checklist and that she also write a short letter describing what she sees in the classroom. We got that paperwork back today and from Sweet Pea's teacher's assessment things are much worse than I thought.
Things have been hard at home lately--Sweet Pea's moods have become increasingly mercurial. That scares me to death, because I automatically think of my bipolar disorder and the rapid cycling that I go through sometimes. I'm able to keep it under control (to some extent, although I am really moody) when I do that, but I'm 33 and not 6. I know that I bipolar diagnosis is extremely rare at this age, but I still worry. I also just worry about school being hard for her. I remember when I was pregnant, after wishing for a healthy baby, I wished to have one for whom school wasn't hard. Sweet Pea is very smart, but right now her smart isn't going very well with school.
One of the things that scares me the most is how much Sweet Pea reminds me of myself. She is playing with her Barbies right now and it is exactly how I remember playing. I can also remember feeling periods of overwhelming sadness starting around age 6 or 7 . I've been hopeful that Sweet Pea will be spared of everything because the Husband and I aren't my parents (or at least I try so hard not to be them). I guess the only positive of being sick myself (and this is one of the days when I feel "sick" with bipolar disorder) is that I know what to look for.
I know that I'm not supposed to think of anything being "wrong" with her--she is "different" or "special" or some other word like that. We have a friend who has a son that is autistic and I don't think that there is anything wrong with him. Sweet Pea also has a girl in her class with Down's Syndrome and that girl is one of the sweetest things ever--I adore her. How is it that it's so easy for me to accept these children, yet I think that there's something wrong with my own?
Rational, unemotional, non-bi-polar-feeling me, knows that we're going to the doctor for a reason. We'll get a referral to a neuropsychologist or neruopsychiatrist and that doctor will figure everything out and then we'll put together a plan. It's also first grade and teachers push for early intervention for a reason. Irrational, bi-polar-feeling me is having a much harder time thinking about how we will have success next year with an Individual Education Plan.
Party planning was more fun than thinking about this. I'm going to stop writing about this now before I talk myself into a situation that is worse than it is. This is actually one of the times when I do miss being in therapy and having a person to tell me to stop talking because I am crazy.
I think this is kind of funny, in an ironic sort of way. While I was a Kinkos this morning I had lots of time to wonder through the store and I found a post-it with this on it...
"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."
-Robert Frost
Sleepy
First, an update on R's husband: The surgery went okay--the cancer had spread from his esophagus to his stomach, but the doctor thinks that he was able to get everything, they just had to remove more stomach than they had planned to. Last night was a hard night. His lung collapsed and he now has a chest tube, however he's stable now. For some good news, they have finally figured out the pain medicine, so he is feeling okay. Hopefully he'll get out of the ICU tomorrow night/Saturday morning.
After writing that I really feel like I shouldn't complain...I am sleepy. Today started about 2 hours earlier than usual for me. I was in the office by 7 :15 (instead of my usual 9:00) to finish Mole's investment review. The whole thing was extremely frustrating, since Mole hadn't done his part yesterday afternoon like he was supposed to. Then, I had to take the reports over to Kinkos to be bound and I think the Kinkos guy was lonely because he took FOREVER and talked to me the whole time. If you'd like to know anything about the inner workings of a FedEx/Kinkos, you can ask me, because I probably know now. Mole's reviews were done and back to the office with about 20 minutes to spare. I don't ever want to cut anything that close again.
While Mr. X was helping me finish one piece for Mole's report my cell phone rang. I always look at it, worrying that it could be Sweet Pea's school or something. It was my Mom calling from her cell phone, which she never does during work hours, so I answered, worrying that my dad had fallen off the roof again.* There was no emergency--it was my mom calling to tell me that she had a coupon for the beauty supply store, so she had gone ahead and purchased 12 tiny nail polishes for Sweet Pea's Spa birthday party. Mr. X, who could overhear the conversation on my phone, found it very amusing. My mom has promised not to call during work again, unless my dad falls off the roof or something similar happens.
*About 2 years ago my dad, who had no business doing this, decided to climb up on the big ladder and clean out the gutters on the 2nd story of the house. Some how he managed to kick out the ladder and fall off the roof. My mom was gone for the day--he was very lucky the neighbor heard the ladder fall (and make a big crash noise), otherwise he would have been stuck in the back yard for who knows how long. The neighbor called 911, the ambulance came, and my dad ended up with a hairline fracture in his back (and is extremely lucky to be alive). After this happened, my mom got rid of the big ladder and my parents ordered those plastic things that go over your gutters to keep the leaves out.
After writing that I really feel like I shouldn't complain...I am sleepy. Today started about 2 hours earlier than usual for me. I was in the office by 7 :15 (instead of my usual 9:00) to finish Mole's investment review. The whole thing was extremely frustrating, since Mole hadn't done his part yesterday afternoon like he was supposed to. Then, I had to take the reports over to Kinkos to be bound and I think the Kinkos guy was lonely because he took FOREVER and talked to me the whole time. If you'd like to know anything about the inner workings of a FedEx/Kinkos, you can ask me, because I probably know now. Mole's reviews were done and back to the office with about 20 minutes to spare. I don't ever want to cut anything that close again.
While Mr. X was helping me finish one piece for Mole's report my cell phone rang. I always look at it, worrying that it could be Sweet Pea's school or something. It was my Mom calling from her cell phone, which she never does during work hours, so I answered, worrying that my dad had fallen off the roof again.* There was no emergency--it was my mom calling to tell me that she had a coupon for the beauty supply store, so she had gone ahead and purchased 12 tiny nail polishes for Sweet Pea's Spa birthday party. Mr. X, who could overhear the conversation on my phone, found it very amusing. My mom has promised not to call during work again, unless my dad falls off the roof or something similar happens.
*About 2 years ago my dad, who had no business doing this, decided to climb up on the big ladder and clean out the gutters on the 2nd story of the house. Some how he managed to kick out the ladder and fall off the roof. My mom was gone for the day--he was very lucky the neighbor heard the ladder fall (and make a big crash noise), otherwise he would have been stuck in the back yard for who knows how long. The neighbor called 911, the ambulance came, and my dad ended up with a hairline fracture in his back (and is extremely lucky to be alive). After this happened, my mom got rid of the big ladder and my parents ordered those plastic things that go over your gutters to keep the leaves out.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
The Return of Snarky
To start, when I left work today there was no news about R's husband. I've asked K to text me if we hear something, but there's no news yet.
After being a good human yesterday, I feel the need to let out all the pent up snarkiness. To begin, BCFG now has a new sign to go with the "rebranding." The new sign uses all lower case letters--lower case letters must be "younger." The sign is also all silver and shiny. I must admit that it does look good, as far as signs go, but did not require quite as much excitement in the office as everyone gave it yesterday. Will also seems to be counting down the days until we get our new business cards with the lower case letters. They also have rounded corners. I've heard a lot about them.
Speaking of Will; he and his wife are expecting a baby and last night they found out that they were having a girl. This is a good thing, since the boy name that they had picked out was straight from MTV's "Teen Mom 2." Why would you name your child the same thing as a total train wreck's child? (Maybe Will didn't have as much time to watch "Teen Mom 2" as I did, since he was gainfully employed.)
The Godfather was in the office a long time (for him at least) yesterday. He spent much of this time in his office with the door closed screeching on the phone in Italian. Italian people seem to feel the need to talk extra loud when they speak in their native language. I notice that with all of the Husband's family too. Anyway, The Godfather was screeching away and you could hear it all through the office--down the hall to my triangle and even around the corner to Will and The Big Cheese's Office. Mole's office is right next to The Godfather, and he had a client* in his office. Will and I were thinking that the client probably had to be pretty scared with all the Italian screeching. By the way, I use the word screeching because The Godfather's voice gets higher in Italian--kind of girly.
I'm upset with Mole today. A big part of my job is putting together the review booklets that the Relationship Managers take out with them and these books take a long time to put together, especially if you are me and still kind of learning. Mole scheduled two meetings for Thursday and told me about it at the end of the day on Monday, so I really only had 2 days to put the booklets together. Of course, the comb binding machine broke, so I can't put the booklets together in the office, they have to be taken to Kinkos. Also the investments that were built into our system were wrong for one of the reviews, but Mole didn't notice/tell me about it until I basically had everything done for that review, so I had to start ALL OVER. It was after 12:00 before he told me that they were wrong and I leave at 2:00, so I didn't get to eat lunch today** because I was scrambling to finish. As it is, the review isn't done. I'm coming in early in the morning to finish it and then take it to be bound. Mole better do something nice for me to make up for this. I think that there should be some rule where you buy your assistant flowers every time you screw up. Or maybe giving them cash would be better. (If that were the case, The Man would owe me a lot of money.)
One nice thing (completely off the subject of triangles), as I've been writing this I've been listening to Sweet Pea read her new "Pinkalicious" books out loud. That's one of those things that makes you feel some success as a parent.
And one last things...because I am weird, one of my new favorite things is warm copies from the printer at work. They remind me of warm towels from the dryer.
*I wonder if he calls people "clients" or if they are "cases" too. I really need to get over that.
**I made up for that by eating chocolate cake when I got home.
I also got a big kick out of this today: http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/2011/04/12/that-will-be-a-rough-day-for-you/
After being a good human yesterday, I feel the need to let out all the pent up snarkiness. To begin, BCFG now has a new sign to go with the "rebranding." The new sign uses all lower case letters--lower case letters must be "younger." The sign is also all silver and shiny. I must admit that it does look good, as far as signs go, but did not require quite as much excitement in the office as everyone gave it yesterday. Will also seems to be counting down the days until we get our new business cards with the lower case letters. They also have rounded corners. I've heard a lot about them.
Speaking of Will; he and his wife are expecting a baby and last night they found out that they were having a girl. This is a good thing, since the boy name that they had picked out was straight from MTV's "Teen Mom 2." Why would you name your child the same thing as a total train wreck's child? (Maybe Will didn't have as much time to watch "Teen Mom 2" as I did, since he was gainfully employed.)
The Godfather was in the office a long time (for him at least) yesterday. He spent much of this time in his office with the door closed screeching on the phone in Italian. Italian people seem to feel the need to talk extra loud when they speak in their native language. I notice that with all of the Husband's family too. Anyway, The Godfather was screeching away and you could hear it all through the office--down the hall to my triangle and even around the corner to Will and The Big Cheese's Office. Mole's office is right next to The Godfather, and he had a client* in his office. Will and I were thinking that the client probably had to be pretty scared with all the Italian screeching. By the way, I use the word screeching because The Godfather's voice gets higher in Italian--kind of girly.
I'm upset with Mole today. A big part of my job is putting together the review booklets that the Relationship Managers take out with them and these books take a long time to put together, especially if you are me and still kind of learning. Mole scheduled two meetings for Thursday and told me about it at the end of the day on Monday, so I really only had 2 days to put the booklets together. Of course, the comb binding machine broke, so I can't put the booklets together in the office, they have to be taken to Kinkos. Also the investments that were built into our system were wrong for one of the reviews, but Mole didn't notice/tell me about it until I basically had everything done for that review, so I had to start ALL OVER. It was after 12:00 before he told me that they were wrong and I leave at 2:00, so I didn't get to eat lunch today** because I was scrambling to finish. As it is, the review isn't done. I'm coming in early in the morning to finish it and then take it to be bound. Mole better do something nice for me to make up for this. I think that there should be some rule where you buy your assistant flowers every time you screw up. Or maybe giving them cash would be better. (If that were the case, The Man would owe me a lot of money.)
One nice thing (completely off the subject of triangles), as I've been writing this I've been listening to Sweet Pea read her new "Pinkalicious" books out loud. That's one of those things that makes you feel some success as a parent.
And one last things...because I am weird, one of my new favorite things is warm copies from the printer at work. They remind me of warm towels from the dryer.
*I wonder if he calls people "clients" or if they are "cases" too. I really need to get over that.
**I made up for that by eating chocolate cake when I got home.
I also got a big kick out of this today: http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/2011/04/12/that-will-be-a-rough-day-for-you/
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Something Different
Today I am going to dispense with my usual snarkiness... (Already it is hard because I have several snarky things to say. I have written them down for tomorrow.)
Instead, I am asking for prayers for R's husband who will have surgery tomorrow. In the 5 short weeks that I've worked at BCFG, R has been unfailingly kind to me and is a good work friend. As I've mentioned before, her husband has cancer of the esophagus and tomorrow he is having major surgery that will hopefully save his life. The doctors will try and remove the tumorous portion of the esophagus and then pull up a portion of his stomach to make him a new esophagus.
All cancer sucks, but I think that esophageal cancer sucks especially bad. I lost my grandfather to it when I was six years old. At the time I saw a lot more of cancer, and other treatments, than a six year old should probably see. My grandfather was treated at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN, which wasn't too far from our Iowa home, so my mom took me with her a lot to visit him. Looking back, I assume that she didn't want to be alone and it was easy to pull me out of first grade, where my dad and older sisters couldn't really miss work or school. I have very vivid memories of my grandfather in the hospital, and then later at home. In fact, most of my memories of him are when he was sick. Some memories are really fun, like the time that they smuggled in Tom, my grandfather's favorite farm cat, into the hospital in a duffel bag. My most vivid memory comes from late in his treatment. He was in the hospital (for the last time, I think) and the tumor had grown so large that he was unable to swallow, so he had a feeding tube. However, he felt well enough that he still enjoyed the sensation of tasting and chewing food. So, they let him eat and at a point in his esophagus before the tumor the food came out of his body through a clear tube and collected in a jar. It was really gross. My six year old self couldn't look away, it was so gross. I remember that the tube used to get stuck, so my grandmother would sit next to him and kind of work the tube between her fingers to move the food along. I've always thought that this was a profound thought for six, but I looked at that and knew that was what love looked like. Not at all glamorous, but real.
So, tonight as I pray for R's husband, I think of my own grandfather and I miss him. I think of how much Sweet Pea would have liked him, especially all the things that she would have gotten to do with him at the farm. I'm asking all of you to take a moment and say a prayer for R's husband as well.
Also, while you are praying, offer up one of thanksgiving for my friend who just heard her baby's heartbeat for the first time.
I will be praying for both.
Instead, I am asking for prayers for R's husband who will have surgery tomorrow. In the 5 short weeks that I've worked at BCFG, R has been unfailingly kind to me and is a good work friend. As I've mentioned before, her husband has cancer of the esophagus and tomorrow he is having major surgery that will hopefully save his life. The doctors will try and remove the tumorous portion of the esophagus and then pull up a portion of his stomach to make him a new esophagus.
All cancer sucks, but I think that esophageal cancer sucks especially bad. I lost my grandfather to it when I was six years old. At the time I saw a lot more of cancer, and other treatments, than a six year old should probably see. My grandfather was treated at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN, which wasn't too far from our Iowa home, so my mom took me with her a lot to visit him. Looking back, I assume that she didn't want to be alone and it was easy to pull me out of first grade, where my dad and older sisters couldn't really miss work or school. I have very vivid memories of my grandfather in the hospital, and then later at home. In fact, most of my memories of him are when he was sick. Some memories are really fun, like the time that they smuggled in Tom, my grandfather's favorite farm cat, into the hospital in a duffel bag. My most vivid memory comes from late in his treatment. He was in the hospital (for the last time, I think) and the tumor had grown so large that he was unable to swallow, so he had a feeding tube. However, he felt well enough that he still enjoyed the sensation of tasting and chewing food. So, they let him eat and at a point in his esophagus before the tumor the food came out of his body through a clear tube and collected in a jar. It was really gross. My six year old self couldn't look away, it was so gross. I remember that the tube used to get stuck, so my grandmother would sit next to him and kind of work the tube between her fingers to move the food along. I've always thought that this was a profound thought for six, but I looked at that and knew that was what love looked like. Not at all glamorous, but real.
So, tonight as I pray for R's husband, I think of my own grandfather and I miss him. I think of how much Sweet Pea would have liked him, especially all the things that she would have gotten to do with him at the farm. I'm asking all of you to take a moment and say a prayer for R's husband as well.
Also, while you are praying, offer up one of thanksgiving for my friend who just heard her baby's heartbeat for the first time.
I will be praying for both.
Monday, April 11, 2011
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It's Virtual Choir Day--Music Geeks Rejoice!
Nothing new to report from my triangle today, except that I still hate the comb binding machine.
Nothing new to report from my triangle today, except that I still hate the comb binding machine.
Friday, April 8, 2011
I sound like a broken record.
I know that I say this almost every day, but Mr. X is so much nicer than The Man. Mr. X's degree of niceness is basically unquantifiable. Today I arrived at work to find a lovely email from him thanking me for the work that I did yesterday. To me, I was just doing my job (however the project did turn out well). The Man was so nasty I've basically forgotten how to take a compliment and believe that it's sincere. I didn't talk about how horrible The Man was very often because I didn't want to admit it to myself. It was my job and with the current job market, especially in the financial industry, I didn't think that I had any options. Although it is still the early days, and there are things that are hard about my semi-demotion, getting laid off by The Man may prove to be one of the best things that ever happened to me.
One weird thing about my triangle is that there is no where to eat lunch in the office other than you desk, which I hate doing. I have taken up the very anti-social practice of eating in my car. I want to get out of the office for a while, but I'm not going to "go out" by myself every day. I am an NPR junkie and one of my favorite programs, "Fresh Air with Terry Gross," is on from 12:00-1:00, so I usually listen to some of it in my car. Today's program was a visit with the author of the book "Autobiography of an Execution." I became kind of death penalty obsessed since reading Sister Helen Prejean's* "Dead Man Walking." (I got to hear her speak when I was in college--super cool). Anyway, I now I have that book on my library reading list, so I guess I got something good out of lunch today.
*Sister Helen is one of the people who would be on my mythical list of people to have dinner with, along with Jesus, Pope John Paul II, Martin Luther (I think he'd be fun with the Pope), Vaclav Havel, Albert Einstein, Thomas Tallis, W.A. Mozart and Giacamo Puccini. Maybe Charlie Sheen would be a good current addition so he could talk about "winning." If you want to comment, you can tell me who would be on your list--I always like to hear those.
One weird thing about my triangle is that there is no where to eat lunch in the office other than you desk, which I hate doing. I have taken up the very anti-social practice of eating in my car. I want to get out of the office for a while, but I'm not going to "go out" by myself every day. I am an NPR junkie and one of my favorite programs, "Fresh Air with Terry Gross," is on from 12:00-1:00, so I usually listen to some of it in my car. Today's program was a visit with the author of the book "Autobiography of an Execution." I became kind of death penalty obsessed since reading Sister Helen Prejean's* "Dead Man Walking." (I got to hear her speak when I was in college--super cool). Anyway, I now I have that book on my library reading list, so I guess I got something good out of lunch today.
*Sister Helen is one of the people who would be on my mythical list of people to have dinner with, along with Jesus, Pope John Paul II, Martin Luther (I think he'd be fun with the Pope), Vaclav Havel, Albert Einstein, Thomas Tallis, W.A. Mozart and Giacamo Puccini. Maybe Charlie Sheen would be a good current addition so he could talk about "winning." If you want to comment, you can tell me who would be on your list--I always like to hear those.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Nothing New to Report
So, there's nothing new to report from my triangle today... I've finally reached the point that I have work to do all day (and it even carries over to the next day). Mr. X continues to be extremely nice. After working for The Man, I feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, but I don't think it ever will with Mr. X. Mr. X also told The Big Cheese about The Man's email and The Big Cheese offered to beat up The Man for me. (Those were his actual words.) I declined for the present, but said that I might need it in the future.
That's it for an update today--maybe tomorrow will be more exciting.
That's it for an update today--maybe tomorrow will be more exciting.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
The Man Rides Again
Here's the song of the day.
Press play, admire Lesley Gore's hair and keep reading...
Today I got an email from The Man that said this:
"My clients/prospects and services are completely confidential and should not be discussed or pursued. I hope this is very clearly understood."
Oh, Man...this was a bad thing to say to me. This was in response to an extremely polite email that I sent yesterday giving him some information that I didn't have to give him, but that Mr. X thought I should send to be polite. The Man is living in Crazy Town because I don't have a non-compete contract with him. There is nothing that legally says that I can't show BCFG all of his materials (which I still have in hard copy) and his client list (which resides in my head). Also, The Man let me go--I didn't leave him. The only reason that I haven't done so yet is because I have scruples. I'm starting to doubt those now.
This is clearly a case of The Man trying to intimidate me again. Guess what Man--I don't work for you any more and no longer have to put up with your Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde-like tendencies. I spent a pretty satisfactory morning in my triangle thinking of all the fun ways that I could respond to The Man's email. It's probably for the best that Mr. X does not have a quick temper like I do and he decided that the best thing to do would be to not respond to the email. (I do hope that's making The Man stew a little.)
This is making me think seriously about going after some clients that I had with The Man. After all, I was the one that they had the good relationship with, not him. Also, I know that the service has to be suffering now that I have left. Finally, The Big Cheese is willing to pay me a (very generous) finder's fee for anything that I bring over. I'm going to give these thoughts a few days and talk them over with Mr. X before I actually do anything. Although it might be fun to watch, I'm not sure I want to bring down the wrath of The Man on The Big Cheese.
One other note from work today (that was weird)...Mr. X came back from a sales appointment this morning and when I asked him how it went he said "I think we got the client* because we hired you." I said something like "huh?" and he said that the client is a woman owned business and they had previously been reluctant to work with BCFG because they didn't have any female employees on the retirement side of things. So, I'm glad that my gender was helpful this morning.
*Note, Mr. X uses the word "client" not "case" and also says "guys" not "folks."
Press play, admire Lesley Gore's hair and keep reading...
Today I got an email from The Man that said this:
"My clients/prospects and services are completely confidential and should not be discussed or pursued. I hope this is very clearly understood."
Oh, Man...this was a bad thing to say to me. This was in response to an extremely polite email that I sent yesterday giving him some information that I didn't have to give him, but that Mr. X thought I should send to be polite. The Man is living in Crazy Town because I don't have a non-compete contract with him. There is nothing that legally says that I can't show BCFG all of his materials (which I still have in hard copy) and his client list (which resides in my head). Also, The Man let me go--I didn't leave him. The only reason that I haven't done so yet is because I have scruples. I'm starting to doubt those now.
This is clearly a case of The Man trying to intimidate me again. Guess what Man--I don't work for you any more and no longer have to put up with your Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde-like tendencies. I spent a pretty satisfactory morning in my triangle thinking of all the fun ways that I could respond to The Man's email. It's probably for the best that Mr. X does not have a quick temper like I do and he decided that the best thing to do would be to not respond to the email. (I do hope that's making The Man stew a little.)
This is making me think seriously about going after some clients that I had with The Man. After all, I was the one that they had the good relationship with, not him. Also, I know that the service has to be suffering now that I have left. Finally, The Big Cheese is willing to pay me a (very generous) finder's fee for anything that I bring over. I'm going to give these thoughts a few days and talk them over with Mr. X before I actually do anything. Although it might be fun to watch, I'm not sure I want to bring down the wrath of The Man on The Big Cheese.
One other note from work today (that was weird)...Mr. X came back from a sales appointment this morning and when I asked him how it went he said "I think we got the client* because we hired you." I said something like "huh?" and he said that the client is a woman owned business and they had previously been reluctant to work with BCFG because they didn't have any female employees on the retirement side of things. So, I'm glad that my gender was helpful this morning.
*Note, Mr. X uses the word "client" not "case" and also says "guys" not "folks."
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Please Don't Puke on my Desk
Why do people insist on going places when they are sick? After being sick with my sinus infection that lasted over 6 months, I am feeling well and don't want to get sick again, so sick people--please stay home! Last night at choir the girl that I don't like (the one who has issues because she was not asked to be the director and tries to offer alternative direction from within the choir) was at rehearsal with bronchitis and a sinus infection. She couldn't sing at all; she said that she was just there to "work on the music." Thankfully she always stayed at least 2 people away from me. If that wasn't bad enough, today The Big Cheese was at work with the stomach flu. At one point he was leaning over the desk in my triangle and I was trying not to breath. Once he left I had to fight the urge to go ask Mama X for the Lysol, so I could spray down my desk. It was ick.
I got a set of keys to the office today, so I guess that makes me official. I would prefer to be unofficial and key-free. (Now I have a way to go back to the office and work nights.) I also had a weird communication with The Man yesterday and had to send him an email. I'll let you know how that plays out.
Finally, if anyone is wondering what I want for my birthday, I think I want this: http://www.regretsy.com/2011/04/04/clay-achin/
I got a set of keys to the office today, so I guess that makes me official. I would prefer to be unofficial and key-free. (Now I have a way to go back to the office and work nights.) I also had a weird communication with The Man yesterday and had to send him an email. I'll let you know how that plays out.
Finally, if anyone is wondering what I want for my birthday, I think I want this: http://www.regretsy.com/2011/04/04/clay-achin/
Monday, April 4, 2011
Well, sure, that makes a lot of sense...
Last night I could have won an award for the worst night's sleep. I still need my sleeping pills to sleep well, but I need to take them at least 8 hours before I need to wake up. Since the Husband didn't get home until after 10:00 I didn't get to take one. (This was not the Husband's fault, since he was working bingo at church as part of the requirement for our Catholic school tuition subsidy.) Anyway, I slept poorly and Monday morning came really early. Tonight I will take a pill and sleep better.
This morning at BCFG, the Monday Morning meeting ran long and got a little boring. They (or I guess I should say "we") have a client/prospect workshop coming up and were debating the merits of different speakers and topics. I thought many of the ideas were lame, but kept my opinion to myself, since I'm new and work in a triangle. I was looking around the table of 6 men and me and I realized that, wow, there was a lot of hair gel going on at this meeting and none of it was mine. (I use Volumizing Tonic.) Is hair gel still cool? Somehow I have gotten the idea that hair gel isn't cool and that men's hair isn't supposed to look so gelled that it's "wet." I thought that look was the '90s. Perhaps I am wrong, but that's what I was thinking about today in the meeting, instead of Cash Balance plans.
My triangle also got more action today that it's gotten in the 4 weeks that I've worked there. Mr. X, Guy and I had a web conference this afternoon to learn how to use some new investment reporting software. Both Guy and Mr. X have spacious offices and I, as you know, have a tiny triangle. However, they decided that we should all watch the web conference together and that the best place to do that was my triangle. So, we were all crammed in around my monitor watching this WebEx, which really didn't make a lot of sense.
And that's today's news...the dog wants me to let her out into the rain so she can chase rabbits again. That is not going to happen. I let her out a little bit ago and she almost caught a rabbit. I don't think I could handle the dog killing something in my backyard.
This morning at BCFG, the Monday Morning meeting ran long and got a little boring. They (or I guess I should say "we") have a client/prospect workshop coming up and were debating the merits of different speakers and topics. I thought many of the ideas were lame, but kept my opinion to myself, since I'm new and work in a triangle. I was looking around the table of 6 men and me and I realized that, wow, there was a lot of hair gel going on at this meeting and none of it was mine. (I use Volumizing Tonic.) Is hair gel still cool? Somehow I have gotten the idea that hair gel isn't cool and that men's hair isn't supposed to look so gelled that it's "wet." I thought that look was the '90s. Perhaps I am wrong, but that's what I was thinking about today in the meeting, instead of Cash Balance plans.
My triangle also got more action today that it's gotten in the 4 weeks that I've worked there. Mr. X, Guy and I had a web conference this afternoon to learn how to use some new investment reporting software. Both Guy and Mr. X have spacious offices and I, as you know, have a tiny triangle. However, they decided that we should all watch the web conference together and that the best place to do that was my triangle. So, we were all crammed in around my monitor watching this WebEx, which really didn't make a lot of sense.
And that's today's news...the dog wants me to let her out into the rain so she can chase rabbits again. That is not going to happen. I let her out a little bit ago and she almost caught a rabbit. I don't think I could handle the dog killing something in my backyard.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Procrastinating Some More
Sooooooooooooo...while procrastinating the taxes some more, I found this really cool (if you are a music geek) video that a friend posted. Seriously, it is worth the 14 minutes that it will take to watch it.
I think I'm going to watch it again now...
(Also, if anyone was wondering...I've never had a conductor that looked like this.)
I think I'm going to watch it again now...
(Also, if anyone was wondering...I've never had a conductor that looked like this.)
Procrastinating
A quick update to procrastinate further while doing our taxes...
Bernard the duck has found a lady friend at last. He brought her over for breakfast and we have named her Wendy. From what I can tell via Google, she is a hybrid between a Mallard and a Labrador Duck. My very best wishes to Bernard and Wendy for a long and happy life together.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Curse You Diet Coke with Splenda!!!
I used to drink waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay to much Diet Coke--it was my favorite thing. Then one day I woke up and my tastes had totally changed and it didn't taste good any more. I blame my medicine. (I blame everything on my medicine because its fun.) I will still drink an occasional Diet Coke at a restaurant; restaurants seem to have the right carbonation.
One nice thing about BCFG is that they have two fridges full of drinks for the employees. However, they have Diet Coke with Splenda. Diet Coke with Splenda tastes nasty. It does not taste like Diet Coke. It does not taste like regular Coke. It just tastes bad. I had one my first week of working there, not noticing that it was the "with Splenda" kind and almost spit it out. Today we had lunch in the office to celebrate both Will and Mama X's birthday and, once again, I forgot about the Splenda until I opened the can of Diet Coke, so I had to drink it. Curse you Diet Coke with Splenda!!!
In other news, I haven't been able to get that Kelly Clarkson song out of my head. It never should have been there to begin with and now it has taken up residence and won't leave. However the song lead me to discuss the worst movie ever made (and yes, I know that's a big statement), "From Justin to Kelly" with a friend last night. In case you haven't seen the movie, here's a sneek peek... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6kbtsfZjhk (I had to post the link only--YouTube won't let me embed.) There's so much to say about this movie...the bad songs, the bad clothes, the bad hair...it all comes together to make something delightfully bad. (Kind of like "Snakes on a Plane," but not scary and worse.) Unfortunately, this clip leaves out my favorite bit of dialog, so I'll include it for you. (No, I don't know why I remember this--I have a good memory and have all sorts of things like this stored away in my brain)
Justin: Hi, I'm Justin
Kelly: My friends call me Kelly
I've always enjoyed that bit of dialog because Kelly isn't a nickname for anything. Do people who aren't her friends call her Ms. Clarkson, or are they pretending that Kelly is short for something like Kellelina (pronounced like Angelina)?
Anyway, if you're looking for a movie this weekend, that's my recommendation. It is available on Netflix, however you'll have to wait for the disk. : (
One nice thing about BCFG is that they have two fridges full of drinks for the employees. However, they have Diet Coke with Splenda. Diet Coke with Splenda tastes nasty. It does not taste like Diet Coke. It does not taste like regular Coke. It just tastes bad. I had one my first week of working there, not noticing that it was the "with Splenda" kind and almost spit it out. Today we had lunch in the office to celebrate both Will and Mama X's birthday and, once again, I forgot about the Splenda until I opened the can of Diet Coke, so I had to drink it. Curse you Diet Coke with Splenda!!!
In other news, I haven't been able to get that Kelly Clarkson song out of my head. It never should have been there to begin with and now it has taken up residence and won't leave. However the song lead me to discuss the worst movie ever made (and yes, I know that's a big statement), "From Justin to Kelly" with a friend last night. In case you haven't seen the movie, here's a sneek peek... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6kbtsfZjhk (I had to post the link only--YouTube won't let me embed.) There's so much to say about this movie...the bad songs, the bad clothes, the bad hair...it all comes together to make something delightfully bad. (Kind of like "Snakes on a Plane," but not scary and worse.) Unfortunately, this clip leaves out my favorite bit of dialog, so I'll include it for you. (No, I don't know why I remember this--I have a good memory and have all sorts of things like this stored away in my brain)
Justin: Hi, I'm Justin
Kelly: My friends call me Kelly
I've always enjoyed that bit of dialog because Kelly isn't a nickname for anything. Do people who aren't her friends call her Ms. Clarkson, or are they pretending that Kelly is short for something like Kellelina (pronounced like Angelina)?
Anyway, if you're looking for a movie this weekend, that's my recommendation. It is available on Netflix, however you'll have to wait for the disk. : (
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