Category: Work


Once again I have a Wednesday off where I didn’t get to do what I wanted to do. Well, I managed to get a work-out in, and for that my legs are now killing me, which tells me I need to do this more often.

So lets run through my day, first I got up earlier then I wanted to drive Tigger to school. Then I stopped at Panera to get breakfast and do some blogging with my iPod. My mistake here was checking into Facebook, which let Tigger know where I was, which led him to send me a message asking for him to bring him food from Panera. Which I did, but it took longer then I wanted because there was an accident on Route 9 that had two lanes shut down. Then I came home, got my stuff together and went to Allsport, had a nice workout and shower. Felt good!

My plan was then to go to the library and go online. But the library I went to doesn’t have wifi. The reason I wanted to go online at the library was I knew I wouldn’t be interrupted at the library. Which happened when I came home. I feel like I am an evil person if I send Gwen away even though she says she doesn’t mind. But she is so BORED!! So I put Sims in the computer, but before we could play any Tigger sends me a text message that he needs to be picked up.

After I got home I once again sat down to come online and once again was interrupted, this time to go to the grocery store for Em. And now that I am here, all I can remember of what I was going to say is …. nothing.

And that’s all, says she.

Custom food

In Manhattan there are places to get custom salads, where you pick what’s on the salad. Since I work in Queens though, I can’t have lunch at any of these places.

The deli near my office has always had pre-made salads, that I would get and pick out what I didn’t like. I say would because this week I went to my deli and as I was wandering around trying to decide what to get I noticed the deli guy behind the plexiglas putting vegetables in a bowl of lettuce.

There on top of the counter was a sign: pick your lettuce, pick 5 items, pick your dressing. Since I didn’t get dressing, he gave me a 6th item. Happiness. It was also big enough to eat half and save half.

My day off

As mentioned before, I have every other Wednesday off, as I was eating my cereal this morning, and Gwen was talking to me, I kept thinking how much nicer it would be if I could get a day off and be alone. Not that I don’t like her, I just sometimes prefer to be alone. Of course after I move, I will be spending almost all my mornings alone.

Gwen and I were supposed to do something this morning but she didn’t feel well so we both went back to bed. There it was quiet. Until Gwen came downstairs and started doing her laundry, she is excited for tomorrow, that is why she is washing clothes.

Then we went shopping, she said she needed tops, we found some great sales, when it was rung up, the amount she spent and the amount she saved was 40¢ different. I didn’t save as much on mine. Then Fred called because he wanted to be picked up, he was upset I wasn’t home, but agreed to meet at Ron’s (please follow), since I had to go back there to get my sunglasses.

Then home, and I don’t know why, but lately everything I eat is making me sick.

Well, I have to go now. I might be back for more randomness.

Three days

Three days and no posts from me. I am blaming it on the flu or a stomach bug, or whatever it is that is floating around the house making us sick. I tried hiding in the basement, the darn germs found me. When I got home from the city Monday, I was so sick I slept right through the stop. That has never happened before. NEVER. Then I started throwing up. So when Stitch asked, “So am I driving to New Hamburg?” The answer was no. I needed to go to Poughkeepsie cause I needed a bathroom so I could get cleaned up somewhat.

When I told Stitch what time, he said that is about how long it would take him to get there, so I just waited for the train and came home on it. The people working at the Poughkeepsie train station are icky. Not very nice at all.

Blogging was the last thing on my mind when I got home. I thought about it yesterday, but couldn’t come up with anything to say and so just didn’t write anything. So now I am behind. I am going to try posting two today, and two tomorrow.

I hope the post-a-day people don’t ban me from the clubhouse.

Plugged in and tuned out

Today when I got back from lunch one of my co-workers walked into the building before me. As he held the door he was smiling and commented that I was ‘in my own little world.’

Yes I was, just me and the Flobots, or maybe the Foo Fighters. It has to be an F group, I’ve been listening to my F playlist for days. I was plugged into my iPod and tuned out from the world.

This is why the personal safety experts say not to wear headphones or ear buds while running. Because you can’t hear when the serial killer sneaks up behind you to grab your 25 year old, 5’2″, 125 pound body and throw it in his white panel van. Or is the pedophiles that have the white panel van?

Well anyway, the jokes on them because I weigh 136 and am not even in my 20’s. They do check I.D.s don’t they?

Nervous

Since the carbon monoxide incident in our office, people are really nervous.

The other day management announced they were testing the fire alarm system because the fire marshal was there. The first time the alarm went off, my boss comes out of his office, almost at a run.

Today I went to the reception area to get the overnight mail, there were a bunch of men in hard hats and safety vest crowded around the elevator. I’m sure my heartbeat went up at least 20 beats per minute.

Someday the sight of safety vests won’t upset me like that. I keep telling myself that.

Good-bye February

This is how the month ends, with me scrambling to get one last post in before midnight. And you know what? I made it. I’m just going to post some random thoughts. Some may be disturbing.

Lawyer: California pair admit kidnapping Jaycee Dugard for 18 years You have probably heard about this case, if you haven’t (like perhaps you have been living under a rock) a brief recap. When Jaycee Dugard was 11 years old she was snatched from the street in front of her home in South Lake Tahoe, California. Authorities say the Garridos held Dugard in a hidden compound behind their home for 18 years. This Lawyer, who is the lawyer for the the wife not the husband, says they have made full confessions to this crime, but at this time have not offered any pleas. Of the woman the lawyer says: that it is “a classic example of really lousy taste in men,”. UGGG, I hate lawyers.

Most of the time I am a little excited and nervous and anxious for my move. Other days, I just can’t wait to get out of this house! Today was one of those days.

My VACW is leaving. He got a job offer in Montana. I am devastated (now where is that sarcasm font?) So now I can talk about him. Natter Natter Natter. I don’t thing I could have taken another year of him coming over every day for the game score and then listening to him tell me how much the Yankees suck this year. I would have committed a felony (as in I would have fucking killed him).

Putting things back together

Last week when I was out, my boss was looking for something on my desk. As a result all the piles of papers on my desk were totally messed up, I had no idea where anything was.

Part of this is my fault of course, I should have filed them instead of stacking them on my desk. It happened like this, I got some in and didn’t have time to take care of them. So I put them in a nice little pile, then the next batch came in, and then I started looking at this growing pile of reports that needed to be logged an filed and it was just overwhelming.

Now I get to try to sort through the mess that my boss left, couldn’t even put things back where he found them! In a sense it is a good thing that now I am forced to take care of all this paperwork, and then I have to get back to writing that permit that I have also put off doing.

And the paperwork my boss was looking for? I had given it to somebody else and they had returned it to me, in my mailbox.

I have come full circle

from angry about him not giving me the books, to hurt that he wouldn’t give me MY books, to acceptance/indifference/apathy (yes I am aware that indifference and apathy are the same thing, but there are nuances of difference in the two, don’t make me get out my dictionary). When he told me this morning where the books were I told him I didn’t want them anymore. He said he was sorry but I’m not sure he really got it. That it was never about the books, it was about the lack of respect for me and whats mine.

Of course, I can’t demand respect, it has to be earned, and I thought I had, I guess not, I guess I am not clever enough for him to respect me. Good thing that I am not going to be living there forever. I can’t wait to leave.

That is another thing, this business with Gov. Dave (quite possibly the stupidest governor in the history of NYS) has me thinking that my plans to move out will be pushed back indefinitely and that has me annoyed. The worst part is the not knowing, not knowing what is going to happen. Some people say it is not going to happen, but I worry, its my life you know, he is messing with my life.

Going down,

139.2 this morning. YAY! Keep going down.

As we were waiting for the train to leave, this man, who was sitting on the other side, had his cell phone glued to his ear. The announcement came over the P.A. system, ‘This is the express train to Poughkeepsie making stops at . . .’, all of a sudden this man shouts, ‘What? This train doesn’t stop at Croton?’ He jumps up grabs his bag and leaves. It was so sudden and unexpected we laughed.

OK, trying again. My jewelry came, and I had to listen to the no personal mail speech, because I believe in, it’s easier to be forgiven then get permission. I promise to never do it again, or at least until Zales has another clearance sale.

So I had a pretty productive day, I went to work, I came home, hung my clothes out that I put in the laundry this morning, yes, this morning! Put another load in, the last load of M’s. Then I went to the meeting, was almost on time. Came home, called my mom back, she has called twice. Cleaned both cat boxes, pulled the dehumidifier out from D’s workroom and plugged it in. Oh and I fought off Abigail. I also gave Papuga a piece of pineapple, I am trying the bribery route. She is funny, she took the pineapple, then dropped it, then gave me this look like ‘oops’

My new phone has over 100 text messages in it. I am not deleting until I find out how many it will hold. Well, I have to go now. This is post #200.