In an attempt to be clever (don't look for it, I failed miserably), I looked up the word insomniac in a thesaurus. The word insomniac is actually listed in the list of synonyms. And my brain is too tired to make something funny out of that...
My lack of sleep is making this post difficult. I reread my sentence and found half of it missing. (sigh)
Not having the vast knowledge of herbs and vitamins and their uses as both of my sisters-in-law, I consulted the internet (or interweb, to some people-another story for another time.) only to learn from the 6 websites that I did visit before I angrily threw the pillow and unplugged the laptop, that I am either too stressed, or too mental.
Well, isn't that just peachy. I don't feel stressed. Work is fine. Not work is fine. So according to everything I just read, I'm a mental case!?!? Of course!
I think some guy, possibly named Bob, was sitting around one day, completely bored. He looked over at his friend, Joe, and said "Hey, let's mess with idiots who can't sleep and are already irritable, grumpy, and exhausted. We could put up a bunch of websites telling them they're mental. It'll be great!"
Thanks, Bob. You're freaking swell.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Insanity
My husband bought 216 Cadbury Eggs.
A moment for that to sink in.
216.
There's really nothing more to say about that.
On top of that, his boss introduced us to U-Bake. They have a location on Perryville just north of Riverside in Rockford. My husband has been raving about this cookie dough since his boss brought them in to work for everyone to try. So, we finally went. We stayed at the first freezer, which was cookie dough with stuff in the middle. We purchased two of the chocolate chip with a chocolate middle, a chocolate cookie with peanut butter in the middle, and the "turtle"- a chocolate cookie with carmel and some nuts in the middle. There is 1 dozen per bag. I cannot say enough about this stuff. We ate the first chocolate chip dough without cooking it. We decided to bake 6 of the turtles, which we didn't think cookies could get any better, then decided to try the dough for the turtles and realized that it did get better. Then we ate the peanut butter dough. We have one dozen left and I would be worried about getting back to the store before we run out were it not for the 216 cadbury eggs.
216.
A moment for that to sink in.
216.
There's really nothing more to say about that.
On top of that, his boss introduced us to U-Bake. They have a location on Perryville just north of Riverside in Rockford. My husband has been raving about this cookie dough since his boss brought them in to work for everyone to try. So, we finally went. We stayed at the first freezer, which was cookie dough with stuff in the middle. We purchased two of the chocolate chip with a chocolate middle, a chocolate cookie with peanut butter in the middle, and the "turtle"- a chocolate cookie with carmel and some nuts in the middle. There is 1 dozen per bag. I cannot say enough about this stuff. We ate the first chocolate chip dough without cooking it. We decided to bake 6 of the turtles, which we didn't think cookies could get any better, then decided to try the dough for the turtles and realized that it did get better. Then we ate the peanut butter dough. We have one dozen left and I would be worried about getting back to the store before we run out were it not for the 216 cadbury eggs.
216.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Statement of the week...
"She just called me. I forgot to answer the phone, or something."
And on that note...
Check out the Tailored To Hire Blog!
And on that note...
Check out the Tailored To Hire Blog!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Funness
Thank you to everyone who helped me get started with my nonprofit Job Search Assistance Program.
I have a laptop nicer and newer than I expected, which I cannot seem to put down, I have clothes in my basement that I need to finish cataloging, I have the prayers and support of my family and friends, and I have THREE PARTICIPANTs.
WOOHOO!!!!
My brother made the announcement at the last food pantry (I'll leave the public speaking to him) and I met briefly with those interested. I was also chased into the pantry room by one who did not want to do the whole program, but wanted help with his resume, which of course I will do.
This week has been busy. Aside from doing a lot of research (I know nothing about plastic mold machine operators and what they should list on their resumes), work has been insanely busy... but good. I just had my review, received a great raise, wonderful feedback, and am now eligible for their amazing benefits. There is constant assessment of the workload of the staff and monthly individual meetings, which is good, because as I mentioned, the workload is insanely high. But I like it. I really can't complain.
Also, Kohl's is having a sale and these are my new shoes (those are not my feet):
It's been a pretty great week.
I have a laptop nicer and newer than I expected, which I cannot seem to put down, I have clothes in my basement that I need to finish cataloging, I have the prayers and support of my family and friends, and I have THREE PARTICIPANTs.
WOOHOO!!!!
My brother made the announcement at the last food pantry (I'll leave the public speaking to him) and I met briefly with those interested. I was also chased into the pantry room by one who did not want to do the whole program, but wanted help with his resume, which of course I will do.
This week has been busy. Aside from doing a lot of research (I know nothing about plastic mold machine operators and what they should list on their resumes), work has been insanely busy... but good. I just had my review, received a great raise, wonderful feedback, and am now eligible for their amazing benefits. There is constant assessment of the workload of the staff and monthly individual meetings, which is good, because as I mentioned, the workload is insanely high. But I like it. I really can't complain.
Also, Kohl's is having a sale and these are my new shoes (those are not my feet):
It's been a pretty great week.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Hi.
I am still in need of a laptop. Nothing fancy, just need to run MSWord and hook a printer up to it. If anybody knows of anyone who is getting rid of an old one, or who has a cheap one, or who is looking at making a donation to write off on their taxes, please let me know. It will be used for a program to help people without jobs learn how to do a job search, fill out applications, prepare a resume, and prepare for interviews. This program will also be donating interview clothing to those who need it, as well as approximately a week's worth of work-appropriate clothing, if necessary.
Thank you.
Bye.
Thank you.
Bye.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Dear Blogger,
You Suck.
I accidentally posted this pretty sparkly ribbon in the wrong place and your "easy to use layout click and drag" won't let me take it out. I tried editing your HTML/XML page and received error after error. I know I need to close tags, but there are so many freaking tags that I have to take out to remove this stupid image that a half hour later I am giving up and going to bed.
In short, You Suck.
Sincerely,
Wanda
I accidentally posted this pretty sparkly ribbon in the wrong place and your "easy to use layout click and drag" won't let me take it out. I tried editing your HTML/XML page and received error after error. I know I need to close tags, but there are so many freaking tags that I have to take out to remove this stupid image that a half hour later I am giving up and going to bed.
In short, You Suck.
Sincerely,
Wanda
Sunday, February 17, 2008
New Business
Today I reaffirmed that I am not a public speaker. However, I do get to start my not-for-profit job search coach position under the church. This makes me very happy. So, thanks to my brother for all of his advice and opinions and allowing me to take this opportunity to the church meeting. Thanks to the church for voting it in. Thanks to my brother-in-law for his opinions, advice and ideas. There are a lot of people who are helping this to work, and I appreciate it all.
Anybody need a job?
Anybody need a job?
Saturday, February 02, 2008
My Blog, My Values...
The other night I was telling my husband that the only reason I would want to be famous was to promote my own set of values.
I guess a blog could be used for the same. And I have been given ammunition! I was at a small get-together of sorts and the topic of discussion had, once again, swung around to the Transformers movie. I have not seen the movie. I do not wish to see the movie. I hope I never have to watch the movie. Anyway, a member of the group asked a male member of the group if he had seen it; he had. Apparently, he didn't like the movie too much. His response was something very close to "I think it's only redeeming quality was that the lead girl was really sexy." At which time both his wife and I stared at him, dumbfounded at how openly he said it.
Now I impart my values and wisdom.
Seriously, that was just inconsiderate. For all of you out there thinking "Hey, he thought some chick was hot. So what? He's human.”; it was inconsiderate. Let me put it this way. Say you are an attorney and you are defending some guy on a criminal case. You lose. You're standing in the courtroom when the judge announces a life sentence. You turn to your client, who is now going to rot in jail and say, with a stoners laugh "Oh man, I lost so bad! You are so going to jail!"
Yes, that is my comparison, and I stand by it. That comment really brought nothing to the conversation. We already knew he wasn't impressed with it. So, the comment was really nothing more than saying he more than remembered how much he enjoyed the leading lady; and that would have made any woman unhappy, whether or not they'd admit it (I find that in these situations, most won't readily admit it... not to the guy, anyway.)
Next time, try something like "I thought the movie was awful, but they picked good actors, and those robot guys must have been in Cirque Du Soleil when they were young to be able to do all that transforming."
My brother says "If you want to be happy with what you have, stop focusing on everything else. Focus on what you have." (Yeah, I know, other people have said it too, but he's the one that I listened to.) It's more than a nice saying, it's true; I speak from experience.
Enough ranting. Off to finish cleaning!
Have a great weekend everyone!
I guess a blog could be used for the same. And I have been given ammunition! I was at a small get-together of sorts and the topic of discussion had, once again, swung around to the Transformers movie. I have not seen the movie. I do not wish to see the movie. I hope I never have to watch the movie. Anyway, a member of the group asked a male member of the group if he had seen it; he had. Apparently, he didn't like the movie too much. His response was something very close to "I think it's only redeeming quality was that the lead girl was really sexy." At which time both his wife and I stared at him, dumbfounded at how openly he said it.
Now I impart my values and wisdom.
Seriously, that was just inconsiderate. For all of you out there thinking "Hey, he thought some chick was hot. So what? He's human.”; it was inconsiderate. Let me put it this way. Say you are an attorney and you are defending some guy on a criminal case. You lose. You're standing in the courtroom when the judge announces a life sentence. You turn to your client, who is now going to rot in jail and say, with a stoners laugh "Oh man, I lost so bad! You are so going to jail!"
Yes, that is my comparison, and I stand by it. That comment really brought nothing to the conversation. We already knew he wasn't impressed with it. So, the comment was really nothing more than saying he more than remembered how much he enjoyed the leading lady; and that would have made any woman unhappy, whether or not they'd admit it (I find that in these situations, most won't readily admit it... not to the guy, anyway.)
Next time, try something like "I thought the movie was awful, but they picked good actors, and those robot guys must have been in Cirque Du Soleil when they were young to be able to do all that transforming."
My brother says "If you want to be happy with what you have, stop focusing on everything else. Focus on what you have." (Yeah, I know, other people have said it too, but he's the one that I listened to.) It's more than a nice saying, it's true; I speak from experience.
Enough ranting. Off to finish cleaning!
Have a great weekend everyone!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Please, sir, I'd like some more.
I'm taking up a collection.
Please help save the freezing bunnies... no. Ummm... Please help fund Basenji dog vocal cord operations... no. That won't work either. Ummm... Nevermind, it's for me.
We bought land, and now we're poor. Not really. But I am trying to spend less money. Of course, merely days after closing on said land I found a software program I really, really want. For $45.00. So if any of you happen to have any $45.00 checks lying around that you don't want, you just let me know.
Please help save the freezing bunnies... no. Ummm... Please help fund Basenji dog vocal cord operations... no. That won't work either. Ummm... Nevermind, it's for me.
We bought land, and now we're poor. Not really. But I am trying to spend less money. Of course, merely days after closing on said land I found a software program I really, really want. For $45.00. So if any of you happen to have any $45.00 checks lying around that you don't want, you just let me know.
It's this cold outside...
You know you're getting old when you don't care who sees you like this
My legs were numb, but my head was warm.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
MmmMm... Hippo
1.) Experiments
Out of curiosity, I decided to see if my cat could learn the difference in the type of food we feed him. We usually buy a case of his cat food, which comes in assorted flavors, so I began to wonder if he would be able to learn the difference between the three choices, and perhaps express in some way which one he might prefer. I've heard of crazier things. To begin this experiment I simply repeated the name of whatever I was feeding him; beef, chicken, etc. My husband, of course, couldn't let it go at just that. He decided he'd make it more interesting. Every time he fed him, he would repeat Hippo. He was also more loyal to the cause, and while I would occasionally forget, he rarely did. So, the other night while feeding the cat, he was wandering around aimlessly, waiting for me to set the food down while I repeated whatever I had randomly pulled out of the box. I think it was beef. After repeating this several times I had a sudden urge. I cannot explain why I had this urge, but I did. So I said it. "Hippo." The cat stopped wandering, looked up at me, and meowed.
2.) "Paris Needs No Embellishment"
While walking through our local mega-groceteria the other night, I witnessed a sight so horrifingly disgusting that it needs no embellishment. Having just grabbed a half dozen eggs, my mind wandering to the next item on our list: an ice-scraper for the newest car, as apparently the two we have are forever lost in the other car and I had to borrow my brothers earlier that week (thanks!), I turned toward my husband and froze halfway. There, about 5 freezers down, was a young boy, perhaps 6 or so, doing something so disgusting that can't even be excused by the fact that he was a 6 year old boy. For there he was, walking toward me, tongue out, and up against the glass freezer doors. Sliding from freezer door to freezer door as he walked, never once lifting. Not even to pass over the frame. I have no idea where his parents were, and didn't hesitate to loudly and openly mention how gross that was and loudly and openly ponder where his parents were and that obviously they should be keeping a better watch over their child.
3.) Did He Just Say That?
We have a couple of spanish speaking employees at work. The other day, we had a vocational expert in the office and while waiting for his meeting to begin, was wandering around. I am located in a fairly busy area and I overhear a great many conversations, for which I can't complain as the entertainment value is far worth the distraction. This particular expert stopped to chat with one of the spanish speaking employees who has been with the company for over 4 years. He said "Hey (girl), how are you doing? Are you still speaking spanish?"
Yes, I laughed. Yes, he realized what he said quickly and tried to laugh it off.
4.) "Late To The Story That Had Been..."
Happy Birthday, Cyndy!
Happy Birthday, Alyssa!
Happy Birthday, Kathy!
Out of curiosity, I decided to see if my cat could learn the difference in the type of food we feed him. We usually buy a case of his cat food, which comes in assorted flavors, so I began to wonder if he would be able to learn the difference between the three choices, and perhaps express in some way which one he might prefer. I've heard of crazier things. To begin this experiment I simply repeated the name of whatever I was feeding him; beef, chicken, etc. My husband, of course, couldn't let it go at just that. He decided he'd make it more interesting. Every time he fed him, he would repeat Hippo. He was also more loyal to the cause, and while I would occasionally forget, he rarely did. So, the other night while feeding the cat, he was wandering around aimlessly, waiting for me to set the food down while I repeated whatever I had randomly pulled out of the box. I think it was beef. After repeating this several times I had a sudden urge. I cannot explain why I had this urge, but I did. So I said it. "Hippo." The cat stopped wandering, looked up at me, and meowed.
2.) "Paris Needs No Embellishment"
While walking through our local mega-groceteria the other night, I witnessed a sight so horrifingly disgusting that it needs no embellishment. Having just grabbed a half dozen eggs, my mind wandering to the next item on our list: an ice-scraper for the newest car, as apparently the two we have are forever lost in the other car and I had to borrow my brothers earlier that week (thanks!), I turned toward my husband and froze halfway. There, about 5 freezers down, was a young boy, perhaps 6 or so, doing something so disgusting that can't even be excused by the fact that he was a 6 year old boy. For there he was, walking toward me, tongue out, and up against the glass freezer doors. Sliding from freezer door to freezer door as he walked, never once lifting. Not even to pass over the frame. I have no idea where his parents were, and didn't hesitate to loudly and openly mention how gross that was and loudly and openly ponder where his parents were and that obviously they should be keeping a better watch over their child.
3.) Did He Just Say That?
We have a couple of spanish speaking employees at work. The other day, we had a vocational expert in the office and while waiting for his meeting to begin, was wandering around. I am located in a fairly busy area and I overhear a great many conversations, for which I can't complain as the entertainment value is far worth the distraction. This particular expert stopped to chat with one of the spanish speaking employees who has been with the company for over 4 years. He said "Hey (girl), how are you doing? Are you still speaking spanish?"
Yes, I laughed. Yes, he realized what he said quickly and tried to laugh it off.
4.) "Late To The Story That Had Been..."
Happy Birthday, Cyndy!
Happy Birthday, Alyssa!
Happy Birthday, Kathy!
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Moving
Our website has moved. We are now located at heathnwanda.com. Hooray.
I took this opportunity to partially update my neglected page. I didn't do much. Changed the color, added the link to Souls Harbor Church's official page. That's just about it for the noticeable stuff.
I finally got to see Lydia today. All cute and babyish. That's about it. What else can be said about a 9-day-old?
Now I leave you with more keyword wacky-ness:
Ferret Names: I don't suggest listening to my family on this one. Drut is not a good ferret name.
Unintelligent employee: Bahahahahaha. I have a blog for you to read...
I Don't Have Issues I Have a Subscription: Want to be my friend?
Is It Legal For My Boss To Go Through My Desk When I Am Not There: Short Answer without the ability to ask follow up questions, Yes. What were you hiding in there, anyway?
And of course, the never-endingly popular:
Shut Up Baby, I Know It: Are there really that many people who know what that line is from, and are there really that many people typing this in to search engines?
I took this opportunity to partially update my neglected page. I didn't do much. Changed the color, added the link to Souls Harbor Church's official page. That's just about it for the noticeable stuff.
I finally got to see Lydia today. All cute and babyish. That's about it. What else can be said about a 9-day-old?
Now I leave you with more keyword wacky-ness:
Ferret Names: I don't suggest listening to my family on this one. Drut is not a good ferret name.
Unintelligent employee: Bahahahahaha. I have a blog for you to read...
I Don't Have Issues I Have a Subscription: Want to be my friend?
Is It Legal For My Boss To Go Through My Desk When I Am Not There: Short Answer without the ability to ask follow up questions, Yes. What were you hiding in there, anyway?
And of course, the never-endingly popular:
Shut Up Baby, I Know It: Are there really that many people who know what that line is from, and are there really that many people typing this in to search engines?
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Happy 8th of January!
I was all excited and ready to post on New Years Eve. We had a ton of snow piled on our deck and I was going to write Happy New Year and take a picture with my pretty, new digital camera. But I didn't get my pretty, new digital camera. The shipping company didn't want to deliver it until the 2nd of January. While I could have done the aforementioned writing and taken the picture with my phone, I was too grumpy that I didn't have my camera. So I didn't.
Then, of course, the day my camera was delivered I had to go work at one of my previous jobs that I left for better pay and benefits and I did not get to play with my pretty, new camera until late. Having respect for my husband not wanting his picture taken (so that he, in turn, respects my wish to not have my picture taken), I could only take pictures of the cat (who is not at all camera shy and seemed to enjoy having his picture taken-and more to my surprise was the fact that he could be photographed! He actually showed up in pictures!); but both he and I got bored of that fairly quickly, so I spent the rest of the night flipping through the features.
Then my sister-in-law's doctor finally told her that it was time for her to let that baby out, which I had been telling her for close to 2 weeks, and I got to babysit my neice and nephew.
I was going to take pictures galore!
I planned on it, anyway.
I knew I would have them overnight, what I didn't plan on was having them for 2 nights. 37 hours, actually. If I'm not mistaken: 37 hours and about 15 minutes.
37 hours of a 6 year old, a 3 year old, and a cold.
I love those kids, and I would watch them anytime, but Gary - Sarah: I can't believe you had another one. And how do you try to explain that fire DOES NOT live in the smoke detector and that the clothes in the closet WILL NOT come to life while trying not to laugh.
Sick or not, I loved it. I got some cute pictures (and video of them racing stuffed animals down the stair railings),but I was sick and wasn't as excited over the new camera/cute kids combo as I should have been.
I'd do it all over again, preferrably without the cold. In about 3 years, right?
Welcome home Sarah and Lydia. I can't wait to see the baby, whom I haven't seen yet, because "as previously discussed" (hehehe--Dear Biller: that will never get old!) I am sick. Knocked-on-my-butt-staring-at-the-ceiling sick.
So, any visits to newborns, pictures from new, pretty camera, or noteworthy posts will have to wait.
Then, of course, the day my camera was delivered I had to go work at one of my previous jobs that I left for better pay and benefits and I did not get to play with my pretty, new camera until late. Having respect for my husband not wanting his picture taken (so that he, in turn, respects my wish to not have my picture taken), I could only take pictures of the cat (who is not at all camera shy and seemed to enjoy having his picture taken-and more to my surprise was the fact that he could be photographed! He actually showed up in pictures!); but both he and I got bored of that fairly quickly, so I spent the rest of the night flipping through the features.
Then my sister-in-law's doctor finally told her that it was time for her to let that baby out, which I had been telling her for close to 2 weeks, and I got to babysit my neice and nephew.
I was going to take pictures galore!
I planned on it, anyway.
I knew I would have them overnight, what I didn't plan on was having them for 2 nights. 37 hours, actually. If I'm not mistaken: 37 hours and about 15 minutes.
37 hours of a 6 year old, a 3 year old, and a cold.
I love those kids, and I would watch them anytime, but Gary - Sarah: I can't believe you had another one. And how do you try to explain that fire DOES NOT live in the smoke detector and that the clothes in the closet WILL NOT come to life while trying not to laugh.
Sick or not, I loved it. I got some cute pictures (and video of them racing stuffed animals down the stair railings),but I was sick and wasn't as excited over the new camera/cute kids combo as I should have been.
I'd do it all over again, preferrably without the cold. In about 3 years, right?
Welcome home Sarah and Lydia. I can't wait to see the baby, whom I haven't seen yet, because "as previously discussed" (hehehe--Dear Biller: that will never get old!) I am sick. Knocked-on-my-butt-staring-at-the-ceiling sick.
So, any visits to newborns, pictures from new, pretty camera, or noteworthy posts will have to wait.
Monday, December 24, 2007
My desk has this
Finally! It only took 4 months to convince someone that I was worth the $7.84. Thanks, Dad and Mom! I love it. So do people at work, even those who think I'm a little weird for putting office supplies on my Christmas list.
In other news, the job is going well. Training procedures, zero tolerance of unprofessionalism (i.e. yelling at other employees), excellent pay and benefits. So far, so good.
With a support staff of 12, 1 attorney, and 3 associates, I apparently made friends quickly (or so I'm told by other fairly new employees who say it took months before some of the girls talked to them). Of course, my husband helped out a bit.
Gorgeous, I know. And everyone in the office stopped by to inquire if it was my birthday or anniversary. I simply smiled and responded "Neither." then listened politely as they told me about the last time they had received flowers for no reason, if they had at all, and realized, again, just how lucky I am. I did not get a picture of them right away, so forgive the starting-to-droop look, but look at the amazing colors:
And for all of you Cheyenne-atics, he is doing well. Taking over the house and making himself comfortable wherever he wants.
He likes my pajama drawer.Merry Christmas to everyone!
Monday, November 12, 2007
Search Engine Sillyness
Not only can I track who has been to my site, I can track the keywords used on search engines that lead people to my site.
Recent Keyword Activity:
"Directv Refund Request" - I feel for ya, buddy. Good luck getting your money back.
"I Like Felines" - You can like your felines, just don't LIKE your felines.
"Fuzzy Toilet Seat Covers Talking" - I don't even know how to respond to that one.
"My Sister Hates a Clean House" - Mine does not, she actually does pretty well considering the two kids, dog, cat, turtle, and husband. But I feel your pain.
"Shut Up Baby, I Know It" - I know it, too. So do a lot of other people. This is apparently a common search.
Recent Keyword Activity:
"Directv Refund Request" - I feel for ya, buddy. Good luck getting your money back.
"I Like Felines" - You can like your felines, just don't LIKE your felines.
"Fuzzy Toilet Seat Covers Talking" - I don't even know how to respond to that one.
"My Sister Hates a Clean House" - Mine does not, she actually does pretty well considering the two kids, dog, cat, turtle, and husband. But I feel your pain.
"Shut Up Baby, I Know It" - I know it, too. So do a lot of other people. This is apparently a common search.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
The Short Version:
Happy Birthday, Michelle! Enjoy the numerous flowers, even if they weren't all for you.
The picture of my anniversary present would be posted here (I finally got a picture of it, blurry as it may be) but for some reason, if you unplug the card from the computer once you have to restart before the computer will read it again. And yes, I did use the Safely Remove Hardware. It does this with a lot of things. We are annoyed.
Speaking of restarting computers, allow me to strap on my superiority complex and tell a story. A story about a lady who has been "doing this for 30 years". A lady who does not want your advice. Even if you overhear her tell a client "He's here, but not excepting calls" and you know that the attorney does not want his clients told that. Simply advising her that perhaps she should say something like "I'm sorry, he's not available at the moment, but I can leave him a message." will only instigate a tirade (in the reception area) about how you are not her boss and she has been doing this for 30 years and she was not hired to answer phones anyway.
My story takes place about a month after the aforementioned outburst.
I was making copies when I overheard the lady-who-has-been-doing-this-for-30-years on the phone leaving a voice mail. It went something like this:
"Hi, so-and-so, this is "secretary" at "attorney"'s office. I restarted my computer, so you can resend that email. That should help with the "Recipient Error" you said you received."
I ran upstairs laughing. Ask the receptionist, I really did. I tried to hold it in; kept making my copies, but by the time the secretary hung up, I was laughing and had to leave area.
If you don't get that, reread it.
I am baffled as to how restarting your computer is going to help someone else on another computer in another city send you an email.
(If you do not like me and live in Byron, which is where the recent activity on my site from my "friends" is from, or Davis Junction, you probably should not read this next part.)
If I received that voice mail, I would have to listen to it at least 4 times.
The first time, I would be confused and simply figure I need to listen again as I did not hear everything.
The second time, I would stare blankly at the phone and think to myself "I need to listen to that again. I heard that wrong. Right?"
The third time to confirm that yes, she said what I thought she said
And the fourth time to play for my friends.
Mean? Yes. It is. But when you act like you know it all, I expect you to know it all.
On another note, my last day is Monday. I start my new job on Thursday. Which means I have 2 days off! 2 days in which I plan clean and organize every inch of my house. My husband and I are both excited about this. I am actually looking forward to this.
Grandma, I hope you feel better. If you need anything, let me know.
Julie, I hope you feel better. If you need anything, let me know. - also, how interested are you in that A Nickel for Alice book, because I think I can get ahold of a copy.
Dena, Hi.
Family, What do you guys want for Christmas? I am obviously not going to be able to work in a cookie party this year. If everyone really enjoys them and wants to do it, maybe we could try in January, after all the holiday stuff is over and everything settles back down. Let me know what you think.
The picture of my anniversary present would be posted here (I finally got a picture of it, blurry as it may be) but for some reason, if you unplug the card from the computer once you have to restart before the computer will read it again. And yes, I did use the Safely Remove Hardware. It does this with a lot of things. We are annoyed.
Speaking of restarting computers, allow me to strap on my superiority complex and tell a story. A story about a lady who has been "doing this for 30 years". A lady who does not want your advice. Even if you overhear her tell a client "He's here, but not excepting calls" and you know that the attorney does not want his clients told that. Simply advising her that perhaps she should say something like "I'm sorry, he's not available at the moment, but I can leave him a message." will only instigate a tirade (in the reception area) about how you are not her boss and she has been doing this for 30 years and she was not hired to answer phones anyway.
My story takes place about a month after the aforementioned outburst.
I was making copies when I overheard the lady-who-has-been-doing-this-for-30-years on the phone leaving a voice mail. It went something like this:
"Hi, so-and-so, this is "secretary" at "attorney"'s office. I restarted my computer, so you can resend that email. That should help with the "Recipient Error" you said you received."
I ran upstairs laughing. Ask the receptionist, I really did. I tried to hold it in; kept making my copies, but by the time the secretary hung up, I was laughing and had to leave area.
If you don't get that, reread it.
I am baffled as to how restarting your computer is going to help someone else on another computer in another city send you an email.
(If you do not like me and live in Byron, which is where the recent activity on my site from my "friends" is from, or Davis Junction, you probably should not read this next part.)
If I received that voice mail, I would have to listen to it at least 4 times.
The first time, I would be confused and simply figure I need to listen again as I did not hear everything.
The second time, I would stare blankly at the phone and think to myself "I need to listen to that again. I heard that wrong. Right?"
The third time to confirm that yes, she said what I thought she said
And the fourth time to play for my friends.
Mean? Yes. It is. But when you act like you know it all, I expect you to know it all.
On another note, my last day is Monday. I start my new job on Thursday. Which means I have 2 days off! 2 days in which I plan clean and organize every inch of my house. My husband and I are both excited about this. I am actually looking forward to this.
Grandma, I hope you feel better. If you need anything, let me know.
Julie, I hope you feel better. If you need anything, let me know. - also, how interested are you in that A Nickel for Alice book, because I think I can get ahold of a copy.
Dena, Hi.
Family, What do you guys want for Christmas? I am obviously not going to be able to work in a cookie party this year. If everyone really enjoys them and wants to do it, maybe we could try in January, after all the holiday stuff is over and everything settles back down. Let me know what you think.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Moderation
I cannot imagine having so little to do that I monitor a blog that belongs to someone I dislike. Since I track the traffic on my blog, I know who it is. This particular person is a Mediacom customer in the Davis Junction area, who has visited my site at least 109 times since I began tracking. I know a few people in that area. But I don't care, too much. I managed to get beyond the everyone-must-like-me stage a long time ago. Besides, I usually take insults well. It's easy to put someone down, call them names and point out shortcomings, and if that's all you can do, I don't take them too seriously. My point is that it's all about perception. There are so many points-of-view and I am all for hearing another side, but this is my blog. If you want to say something, do it nicely or get your own blog. If you are mature and intelligent enough to voice your opinion without the childish name-calling, I will not delete it. I do, however, appreciate the post. Not only because of the humor current and previous coworkers and I found in it, but because, even though I deleted it, I do not want to be a jerk; and posts like that make me think about who I have become and whether or not I am happy with myself. (The answer, by the way, is yes. I am very happy with myself.)
If you think it is bad of me to switch jobs because of the pipe smoke, consider that there are worse things I could do. I could report him, since it is now illegal to smoke in buildings in Wisconsin, unless more than half of your business is a bar. But I won't, because aside from this, I like this guy. He's very knowledgeable, down-to-earth, funny, and we get along.
And seriously, folks, nobody is forcing you to read this blog. In fact, it's mostly meant for my family. And after years of being so shy that I would blush when anybody said "Hi" to me, I am proud of how far I have gotten in life. I may not be intelligent, but I'm not an idiot, and I will be proud of that.
If you think it is bad of me to switch jobs because of the pipe smoke, consider that there are worse things I could do. I could report him, since it is now illegal to smoke in buildings in Wisconsin, unless more than half of your business is a bar. But I won't, because aside from this, I like this guy. He's very knowledgeable, down-to-earth, funny, and we get along.
And seriously, folks, nobody is forcing you to read this blog. In fact, it's mostly meant for my family. And after years of being so shy that I would blush when anybody said "Hi" to me, I am proud of how far I have gotten in life. I may not be intelligent, but I'm not an idiot, and I will be proud of that.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
What I know
I know that it has been a long time since I have posted.
I know that I still have to post a picture of the wonderful anniversary present my wonderful husband gave me (9 years!!! WOOHOO!!), which will be coming shortly. It seems that every time I remember to take the picture (I take those pictures on my cell phone since we don't actually have a digital camera yet--shocked? me too.) the battery on my phone dies.
I know that I am a picky employee and am looking for a new job. Again. With good reason. One of the partners walks around smoking a pipe ALL DAY LONG. He comes in at 9:00, so I have an hour every morning before my door closes and the window opens. And then about 15 minutes before he walks into my office with the pipe and starts talking to me. And with the 50-some-degree weather we are having, and my tendency to be cold unless it's over 80 degrees, I am very uncomfortable. My office is currently at 64. The 55 degree weather is blowing in the window at my head, and my space heater is blowing heat on my feet.
I know that I am cold.
I know that I did testing at one of those temp places and I apparently rock. I type 87 words-per-minute (for those who have no sense of judgment on this-most places require at least 60 wpm...), I am still at the expert/master user level on MS Word and Excel, which is the highest level possible, and I completely aced the proofreading/grammar test, which is a pass/fail test but the lady was impressed with just how well I did on it.
I know that my husband is very, very tired from all the work that he is doing for his mom. I wish I could help more. I wish his guy at work would return from vacation so he could sleep in a little later and not go in to work insanely early.
I know that I have to get back to work.
I know that I don't want to get back to work.
I know that I love my grandma's new place, and I hope she does, too.
I know that I still have to post a picture of the wonderful anniversary present my wonderful husband gave me (9 years!!! WOOHOO!!), which will be coming shortly. It seems that every time I remember to take the picture (I take those pictures on my cell phone since we don't actually have a digital camera yet--shocked? me too.) the battery on my phone dies.
I know that I am a picky employee and am looking for a new job. Again. With good reason. One of the partners walks around smoking a pipe ALL DAY LONG. He comes in at 9:00, so I have an hour every morning before my door closes and the window opens. And then about 15 minutes before he walks into my office with the pipe and starts talking to me. And with the 50-some-degree weather we are having, and my tendency to be cold unless it's over 80 degrees, I am very uncomfortable. My office is currently at 64. The 55 degree weather is blowing in the window at my head, and my space heater is blowing heat on my feet.
I know that I am cold.
I know that I did testing at one of those temp places and I apparently rock. I type 87 words-per-minute (for those who have no sense of judgment on this-most places require at least 60 wpm...), I am still at the expert/master user level on MS Word and Excel, which is the highest level possible, and I completely aced the proofreading/grammar test, which is a pass/fail test but the lady was impressed with just how well I did on it.
I know that my husband is very, very tired from all the work that he is doing for his mom. I wish I could help more. I wish his guy at work would return from vacation so he could sleep in a little later and not go in to work insanely early.
I know that I have to get back to work.
I know that I don't want to get back to work.
I know that I love my grandma's new place, and I hope she does, too.
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