Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Can I Cry Now?
For some reason (the moon? Mercury in retrograde? Spring Equinox?) I have felt VERY emotional all week. Someone will say something, it doesn’t even have to be mean, and I feel like bursting into tears. Tears of frustration, tears of happiness, tears of anger, regardless of the type, tears.
I have done a really good job of not crying all week, but after the last couple of days I think I might be due.
The CRO of the company asked for my resume. Yes, my resume. He also asked me for a “brief description” of what I have accomplished. So I sent it to him. I didn’t think much of it, I got the feeling he is trying to see how to utilize me in the current reporting process. He doesn’t know much about me, other than I show up to all these meetings and make lots of copies.
He read it. Not only did he read it, but he paid attention to it. I sat down for a meeting and he looks at me and says, English Literature, eh? Who’s your favorite author? I was not prepared for that. So we chatted about books for a bit, it was very interesting. But I couldn’t shake a feeling I had. Where was the piece of information on my resume?
After the meeting I checked my resume. Yep, education at the bottom. Right below the fact that I am in Mensa. Oh my. The CRO knows I am in Mensa. Can I freak out a little now? Yes, yes I think I shall. Just a bit.
Okay. No crying for the moment…maybe later…
Monday, March 28, 2005
Dancing Eggs!
Friday night I went to see my friend Moody babe perform belly dance for the first time. She was very nervous, but she did such a great job! Her costume was fabulous, deep purple (which is my favorite color) and silver.
Some of the other dancers weren’t so hot. Normally I am not one to judge other people’s abilities, I figure they are up there giving it their all and that’s a lot than I am willing to do. I made an exception this time though. Mostly because the one dancer that I really REALLY don’t like performed. She has been performing all over town for quite awhile. And I just don’t like her. Most of the time she does “improve” dancing, where she just jumps on stage and dances. I think that is okay, if you know your music. To me it seems that she is always one step behind the beat and the transition and that bugs me. I like people to be in time with the music, to feel it and know when it’s going to change. Of course I am spoiled too…
Friday night she put on a “practiced” performance and I didn’t think it was any better. She still missed some beats and transitions.
That and I thought belly dance involved, I dunno, dancing. This lovely lady didn’t really do much – she moved her hands around and kind of scared some kids by hiding out under her veil most of the time, but she didn’t do a lot of dancing. It bugged me.
The overall level of performance was pretty good. They were doing aromatherapy dancing. They sprayed the audience with scent and read a little something about the scent before the dancers came out. It was a good concept.
All I really have to say is “GO MOODY BABE!” It totally rocks that you did what you did and I hope you perform again.
Saturday Afternoon I participated in an age old tradition. Egg decorating. Of course, this particular egg decorating scenario happened with a twist. This time around it was egg decorating with super glue! Yeah for super glue!
There were some very interesting eggs created, and I wish I had pictures, but I forgot my camera (and so did everyone else.) Maybe next year 
The other fun thing I did was blow eggs for the first time. I’m not sure if that is actually the technical term for blowing the yolk out of an egg, but that is what happened. It wasn’t easy, but feeling how light the eggshell was empty was really neato
Saturday, March 26, 2005
5240
That would be the final number of copies I made this last week.
For one meeting.
One, one hour meeting.
Yeah.
I also received two paper cuts and one damaged cuticle.
One of the paper cuts was from a set of tabs, so it was a thick paper cut.
The damaged cuticle came from folding paper and using my thumb to make the folded edge clean.
I bled on several copies before I realized I was bleeding.
I just wanted to get it done.
Three days of copying, collating, printing for one meeting.
And they wonder why we have efficiency issues…
Other stuff…
I moved to my new cube. Only I don’t have a computer there.
So I am sitting at my old desk because there is a computer.
But I moved my phone to the new cube so there is no phone at the old cube.
It’s cracking me up!
The computer is on back-order. No one will tell the lady that ordered it for me when to expect it.
It cracks me up.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
My apartment manager is a freak
I mean that in the nicest possible way, I suppose. (It’s like that old saying where you can say anything mean about someone that you want to as long as you wrap it in the right words. As D at work would say “Wrap it in Christianity” You can say that a woman is dressed worse than a trailer trash skank as long as you say “Bless her heart” or “God love her”)
I digress.
Back to the apartment manager (A.M.)
I get the feeling that he really feels under appreciated with his job. He has this self depreciating attitude, like he works very hard to make everything alright and as soon as you notice something wrong it he wants to appear as if he is doing everything in his power to fix it. I say appear because I don’t think he really cares. I think he is just doing his job. But he wants you to feel bad that he is doing his job.
Take the other day. It was very windy, and I mean VERY windy. One of those days where you open the door and it’s blown off its hinges. I came into the building after work and brought in some leaves with me. I didn’t really notice because, well, it was windy and my hair was in my face. Plus it’s not my job to notice. It’s not my house, I don’t have to clean up the lobby when stray leaves get blown in.
Right.
So, a few days later I am coming home from work and my A.M. is outside picking up trash and other various debris outside. He stopped to say “Hi” and I said hello back. Then he asked me if there were leaves in the lobby when I got home the other day. I said that yes, there were leaves, but it was a very windy day and they were bound to blow in. He then went into this litany about how he had cleaned the lobby twice that day and when he came down in the morning there were still leaves everywhere. The way he talked, it sounded like I should have picked up after myself.
Huh.
Then tonight I was checking my mail when he got off the elevator. He was smart enough to put a recycle can next to the mailboxes (something every apartment complex should have to help ease the burden of all those useless mailings.) I had just put my excess mailings in the trash can and was moving towards the elevator when he quickly moved past me, shut the lid on the trash can and said, “You know that is supposed to remain closed.”
What?
Did I just get chastised for not closing a lid on a trash can full of paper products?
You’re kidding right? I laughed to myself and made a mental note to leave the can open as often as I can.
Yawn. I had my first class back at belly dance tonight. I’m pretty wiped out! So glad I am back at it though. It was so much fun…
Thursday, March 17, 2005
THURSDAY!
Sitting at my desk…
Rocking out to my music…
I fight the urge to stand up and swing my head around, shake my hips and dance…
It’s THURSDAY people! Do you have any idea how exciting that is? And it’s St. Patrick’s Day! Which means I am wearing green.
It’s also the beginning of March Madness.
Couple of things about this:
1) I don’t watch basketball, I sorta know the rules, but I’m not what you would call a fan.
2) It’s college basketball. Which means I would pay even less attention if I decided to pay attention.
3) Somehow I was tricked into entering a pool. You read that correctly. A pool. This would be the second year in a row that I have been tricked.
4) Now, I am spending time looking up scores and trying to figure out how I am doing in my standings compared to those in my pool. AAHHH!!!!
But still, I’m so excited that it is THURSDAY I can hardly stand it!
As you wake in the morning
What do you feel?
Does a rush of happiness
wash over you when,
Suddenly, you realize you are alive?
