It’s raining.  If you live near any big metropolitan area, you know that rain is sure death to the daily commute.  So I trucked over to my ‘other’ worksite and visited ‘the boyz’. 

Nothing like talking tech for 4 or 5 hours.  Listening to peeps argue the merits of one technology vs another.  Showing me their new cool code and toys.  It’s fun, but I do begin to wonder about myself sometimes.   

A major discussion broke out about how they could make it better, faster, and more sexy.  So I dared them to.  Now I have to write up a bunch of specs.  I always seem to be creating work for myself.

While sitting in someone’s cube, the boss dropped by and this conversation ensued:

Boss:  “I’m off to earn honey points.”

Someone:  “Oh those things.  How do you redeem them and when do they expire?”

Boss:  “Check your plan for rules and regulations.  What’s in your wallet?”.  (snicker snicker)

Boss:  “If you need me, don’t hesitate to call.  I’ll be playing barbies and building lego houses.”

Someone:  “Barbies?”

Boss:  “Yeah.  I have 79 naked women in my house. It’s kinda disgusting.”

ciao

Looking back over the years, I realize I’ve reached the months of the year where I absolutely loath my job.  My company is one of those huge ocean liners that never turn on a dime and think they are just on the cutting edge of things.

We constantly are bombarded by emails, posters, and cheery phone messages saying how wonderful our company is to work for and how much money they are raking in.  But if you work for a large corporation, you know where this rant is going to end up.  

It’s justify-your-job-time yet once again.  It’s that lovely time of year where you have to come up with ways for them to prove to you and their managers that they have good little workers and they deserve all the credit for making them that way!

I do like working for Large Company.  It’s nice, friendly, and pays me okay.  It gives me health benies and lovely lots of paid vacation.  But 2 months out of the year I hate Large Company for making me think about how little of a raise I’m going to get and just how darn grateful I should feel. 

“You want more gruel?”  “Yes please.”  “Here it is and that will be a pound of flesh if you dont mind”.. 

Meanwhile, smothering me under emails, cheery posters, and frickin’ phone calls……

 Argh!

I’ve been thinking about this for a while now.  Every year I make the usual resolutions.  Like lose weight.  Be a better person. Get organized.  Too general, I guess cause they never seem to pan out.  This year I determined to be a bit different.  Maybe have some baby-step goals and see where it leads me.  So here are my resolutions for 2007.

1.  Write at least once a week.  I feel my knowledge of the English language is disappearing.  Nouns seem to float by without any connections.  I often come up with words that start with the same sound and mutter on.  It gets embarrassing when you can describe every attribute of something almost down to its molecular level, but yet can’t come up with it’s proper name.  So maybe the act of writing will help blow some of the cobwebs out of the attic.

2.  Be more healthy.  Not just lose weight, but actually do things that are health smart.  Go see the doctor.  Get a physical.  Get more sleep.  Eat 3 meals a day.  Stop the junk food raids in the kitchen.  Walk.  Take the steps.  Little things like that.  Even plan to get a bike in the spring.  I do not and will not focus on loosing weight.  I hate how everyone goes on fad diets and becomes a food zealot not only watching what they eat, but what you eat as well.

 3.  Get some education.  Take some classes in things I want to learn whether they are part of my job or not.  If I want to take a course in under-water-basket-weaving, then so be it. 

4.  Record one year of books.  I want to see how much and what I read. 

5.  Take more bubble baths.  I got the tub, I need to use it.  Guess this falls under taking time out for me.

Let’s see how far I get.  Happy New Year.  May 2007 be better than 2006.

Ciao

Christmas lately seems to be a pain in the butt.  I can’t get my SO to give me hints or a list for gifts.  This has been a running 18 year battle.  I ask.  He says he’ll think about it.  I ask.  He says he’ll think about it… You get the picture.  Happens for birthdays too.

Christmas at work has almost become farcical.  Can you actually wish someone a Merry Christmas?  Our Christmas party this year was a “Holiday Team Building Event” at which Santa appeared, told naughty jokes, and we did a Yankee gift swap. 

 My folks are coming over for Christmas and I have no idea what to make to eat.  My SO wants tuna.  My folks are beef and potato kinda peeps.  I just want peace and quiet for the day.  Ever since we got the house, my SO thinks we should entertain the world.  His idea of entertain is to invite then sit back and watch.  I cook, clean, put everything together…  But enough of the bitchin’.

Merry Christmas everyone!  Happy Holidays to those who don’t…

Ciao

“I coulda’ killed you.  You’d be dead right now if I hadn’t of hit my brakes.”  Words no one should hear after flashing lights and siren pull you over in the dark.  I’m still a little shocked after the incident.

I always wondered what it would be like to have the authority to pull over someone who “failed to yield the right-away”. Us mere mortals, only get to yell, flip, and drive on muttering.  But as a Police Officer, you get to do an illegal U-turn, almost cause an accident, and terrorize helpless civilians.

I guess I should be grateful that after I made a stupid call in judgement, after a distracted moment, I got off with a warning.  The little snot declared that if he had given me a ticket, I would have lost my license and just “what the hell was I doing in his state anyways”. 

I’ve been thinking about this for several days now and can come up with no reason why he was so angry, hostile, and down-right scary rude.  He had the gun.  I didn’t say anything.  I told him what I was doing as he shined his flashlight in my eyes.  I made no sudden movements.  I just don’t get it.  He scared the bejeezus out of me and that makes me angry. 

After he drove off, I made it to a well-lit place, pulled over, and indulged in a small nervous breakdown.  I still had several hours of night-driving yet to get home.

Was he having a bad day?  Was he annoyed?  I didn’t know it was any of his business what I was doing in ‘his state’.  Maybe he was pissed I scared him? I just don’t get it. 

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