I'm demanding myself to get an attitude adjustment. Pronto!
Every Monday, it never fails. I wake up and I dread that it's Monday because I have to drag myself to work. Usually by Wednesday the feeling of dread disappears and I'm on a high looking forward to my weekend. I love love love my weekends! On Saturday, I did some shopping and picked up some new running gear (t-shirts, shorts and a sports bra). I went to B&N and bought The Help because I want to read it before I see the movie. I spent most of the weekend reading it and I'm more than half way through. Yay! I also went to Sephora and picked up another tube of my favorite mascara, Dior Show, and some almond scented bath products. After church on Saturday night, I saw Crazy Stupid Love. That movie was hilarious. On Sunday, I woke up early and ran/walked 4.5 miles. My pace was all kinds of off but I didn't care, at least I got it done. Afterward, I showered with my new stuff, shampooed and deep conditioned. I cleaned the house and made a fabulous dinner of meatloaf, collard greens, rice and gravy and cornbread. I sipped on one glass of merlot and topped it off with a skinny cow ice cream sandwich. I watched True Blook and Entourage and carried my butt to bed.
I love my weekends.
Anyway, back to the attitude adjustment. I need to fix this ASAP. For real, if I didn't drag myself to this office every week I wouldn't be able to enjoy my weekends the way that I do. I need to get over myself. As I rode the elevator this morning, I made a mental list in my head of all the positive things about my job:
nice, safe building
free parking
good money
great benefits
nice people
flexible hours
ability to work from home when I want to
minimal travel
very little stress
What in the world to I have to complain about?
Nothing.
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Monday, August 1, 2011
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Funkilicious
What's going on, ya'll?
I have been in a serious funk lately so instead of spreading the funk through blogging I decided to allow you all to bask in the glow of my list of happy ish. Besides, had I decided to blog it probably would have been a post full of profanity and nothing else. I think I'm in a better state of mind now and I will be able to write something worth reading.
Or not.
I find it interesting that HR feels it is acceptable to let someone go at 4:00 p.m. on Friday but they get their panties in a knot when someone decides to leave without notice. That's the joy of living in an "employment at will" state. Professional courtesy does not exist, at least not in any kind of official capacity.
My head hurts. Okay ... it's a tiny, little hangover.
I had a gig last night and I sang You Really Got a Hold on Me by Smokey Robinson. While I was singing I noticed this old, wrinkled up biker dude wearing a bandana. He was smiling and singing the words back to me. Stuff like that sounds weird but I like to know that the audience is at least listening. After the gig, he told me I sounded good and he liked my cleavage.
So much for connnecting with the audience.
I'm a "what's next?" kind of person. I'm uncomfortable not knowing where the path is leading. I need to know. Especially since I have two people who depend on me who are walking right behind me on this same path. Oftentimes, I find myself making decisions just so a damned decision can be made. Especially decisions that affect my money. About 15 years ago when I was pregnant with my daughter, I worked in a real estate appraiser's office. Another lady and I did the daily admin crap but we both noticed that it was a struggle to stay busy all day everyday. It was brutal. We didn't know what was going to happen. So, I went to the boss and asked him if I should plan NOT to return after I had the baby. It just made sense to me. The other lady had been there for years and I think I was there for one year at the time. I just wanted to know ahead of time so I could do some planning. Make sense? The boss told me to definitely plan to come back. A few weeks later the other lady was fired. Crazy.
Anyway, my point is that since I know I am ultimately responsible for bringing home the bacon (and cooking it too!) I don't want to be surprised by anything. If I have to make some moves, I will do just that. If you tell me that our revenue is dropping by half next year and you don't know where the company is going ... guess what? I know where I'm going.
I had a phone interview today.
We went to one of my favorite date night spots on Tuesday. The one that serves a combination of European and Asian cuisine. I love this place. I'm trying not to go too often because I don't want to get sick of it. They introduced their fall menu and I just fell in love with this place all over again. We had the same server as the first time we went and she remembered what I ordered from before and pointed out how it slightly changed on the fall menu.
I love service like that.
This time of year is always super busy in our office. I can't wait to get home tonight, make some comfort food, have a glass of wine, put my feet up and watch Sarah Palin make a complete fool of herself.
I have been in a serious funk lately so instead of spreading the funk through blogging I decided to allow you all to bask in the glow of my list of happy ish. Besides, had I decided to blog it probably would have been a post full of profanity and nothing else. I think I'm in a better state of mind now and I will be able to write something worth reading.
Or not.
I find it interesting that HR feels it is acceptable to let someone go at 4:00 p.m. on Friday but they get their panties in a knot when someone decides to leave without notice. That's the joy of living in an "employment at will" state. Professional courtesy does not exist, at least not in any kind of official capacity.
My head hurts. Okay ... it's a tiny, little hangover.
I had a gig last night and I sang You Really Got a Hold on Me by Smokey Robinson. While I was singing I noticed this old, wrinkled up biker dude wearing a bandana. He was smiling and singing the words back to me. Stuff like that sounds weird but I like to know that the audience is at least listening. After the gig, he told me I sounded good and he liked my cleavage.
So much for connnecting with the audience.
I'm a "what's next?" kind of person. I'm uncomfortable not knowing where the path is leading. I need to know. Especially since I have two people who depend on me who are walking right behind me on this same path. Oftentimes, I find myself making decisions just so a damned decision can be made. Especially decisions that affect my money. About 15 years ago when I was pregnant with my daughter, I worked in a real estate appraiser's office. Another lady and I did the daily admin crap but we both noticed that it was a struggle to stay busy all day everyday. It was brutal. We didn't know what was going to happen. So, I went to the boss and asked him if I should plan NOT to return after I had the baby. It just made sense to me. The other lady had been there for years and I think I was there for one year at the time. I just wanted to know ahead of time so I could do some planning. Make sense? The boss told me to definitely plan to come back. A few weeks later the other lady was fired. Crazy.
Anyway, my point is that since I know I am ultimately responsible for bringing home the bacon (and cooking it too!) I don't want to be surprised by anything. If I have to make some moves, I will do just that. If you tell me that our revenue is dropping by half next year and you don't know where the company is going ... guess what? I know where I'm going.
I had a phone interview today.
We went to one of my favorite date night spots on Tuesday. The one that serves a combination of European and Asian cuisine. I love this place. I'm trying not to go too often because I don't want to get sick of it. They introduced their fall menu and I just fell in love with this place all over again. We had the same server as the first time we went and she remembered what I ordered from before and pointed out how it slightly changed on the fall menu.
I love service like that.
This time of year is always super busy in our office. I can't wait to get home tonight, make some comfort food, have a glass of wine, put my feet up and watch Sarah Palin make a complete fool of herself.
Friday, July 11, 2008
How Do You Eat an Elephant?
Overheard:
“You have got to be in love with what you are doing in order for this to work.”
My response:
“You’re right. And I remember a time when I was in love with it. I remember clearly those days when I would jump out of bed in the morning because I couldn’t wait to see what new thing the day had in store for me. But with any long term relationship you have times when you’re not as in love as you once were. That’s okay, though isn’t? I’ve been in this “relationship” for 11 years and it hasn’t been all bad. On top of that … I am so good at what I do. Seriously. There is definite room for improvement and I know which areas I have to work on, but for the most part, I am good. Because of recent developments, I feel that excitement starting to build again. Could I be falling in love again?”
**sigh**
I don’t see how the pieces are all going to fall into place but it's just crazy enough to work. I don't have anything to lose. So, I'm going to attack this elephant one bite at a time.
First bite: start school in August.
What do you want your life to look like? Are you doing something now in order to make that picture a reality? Or, are you doing whatever you want and hoping that the pieces will fall into place?
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
The Sucker Punch
Outside of the few fights I had with my siblings when I was growing up, I have never been involved in a physical altercation. Not in school, not at the club ... nowhere. There were a few times when I had to let someone know that I would not hesitate to stomp them into the ground ... I guess the warning was enough because it has never escalated to that point. That's probably a good thing.
I have however been in situations when I felt like I had just been sucker punched. You ever feel like someone just knocked the wind out of you? Like the rug had just been pulled out from underneath you? I think I'd prefer to actually get hit.
I felt that way when I found out my first marriage wasn't legal.
BOOM!
I felt that way when I realized my second husband was lying to me about our finances.
BOOM!
I felt that way when my two-year old daughter told me she hated me.
BOOM!
I could probably list a few more but you get the picture. When you think that everything is going fine and all of sudden something happens that shakes you to your core. When things like that happen it almost always makes me question EVERYTHING I have ever believed in. I bet the NY governor's wife feels that way right about now. Poor thing.
I had one of those moments today. Seems there is no preventative measure that can guard against these things. Damn. There is no blame to be placed (I guess) and all I can do is shake my head as I try to breathe normally again. I let them imply this and that and I got sucked in and lulled into a false sense of security. Yeah, they got me and I'm way too old to be gotten. Looking on the bright side, I've always rebounded from these setbacks and this one will be no different.
Greeter at Wal-Mart is looking better and better.
I have however been in situations when I felt like I had just been sucker punched. You ever feel like someone just knocked the wind out of you? Like the rug had just been pulled out from underneath you? I think I'd prefer to actually get hit.
I felt that way when I found out my first marriage wasn't legal.
BOOM!
I felt that way when I realized my second husband was lying to me about our finances.
BOOM!
I felt that way when my two-year old daughter told me she hated me.
BOOM!
I could probably list a few more but you get the picture. When you think that everything is going fine and all of sudden something happens that shakes you to your core. When things like that happen it almost always makes me question EVERYTHING I have ever believed in. I bet the NY governor's wife feels that way right about now. Poor thing.
I had one of those moments today. Seems there is no preventative measure that can guard against these things. Damn. There is no blame to be placed (I guess) and all I can do is shake my head as I try to breathe normally again. I let them imply this and that and I got sucked in and lulled into a false sense of security. Yeah, they got me and I'm way too old to be gotten. Looking on the bright side, I've always rebounded from these setbacks and this one will be no different.
Greeter at Wal-Mart is looking better and better.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Finding Strength
You know what I want? I want to be in a place where I find myself bounding out of bed each morning looking forward to doing whatever it is that I'm about to do.
Don't we all?
I had the opportunity over the weekend to view a DVD series entitled Trombone Player Wanted which was developed to help the viewer find their strengths and learn to play to them on a daily basis. One of the things that struck me as fascinating was the actual definition of a strength. If someone were to ask me what my strengths were I would immediately begin listing things that I'm good at: administration, organization, meeting deadlines, etc. The speaker in the DVD, Mar.cus Bu.cki.ngham defines a strength not as something you are good at but an activity, that leaves you feeling strong. I had to think about that. I'm good at what I do, but my daily activities on the job do not leave me feeling strong. They leave me feeling drained, weak even. If that's the case, how can these things be classified as strengths? They can't. Who wants to come home everyday feeling like a wrung out dish rag? I need to get my strength back.
You would think the answer to the question, "What are your strengths?" would be intuitively obvious. For me, it is not as transparent as I thought it would be. One thing I do know for sure, what I'm doing ain't it. While watching the series I was able to pinpoint a few things that can be classified as strengths: my ability to encourage others and to present information. There was a period in my life when I worked for a direct sales company ... alright, alright it was M.ary K.ay ... anyway I loved the chance to get up in front of these women and show them how to take care of their skin. I loved telling them how beautiful they were and how easy it would be to do all of this at home. I loved everything about it, booking the appointments, explaining the product and the processes. I was always so energized before and after a class. My only problem (and it was a pretty big one) was that I had no ability when it came to closing the sale. I ultimately failed at this venture because I bought more of that crap than I sold and I just assumed that the product would sell itself.
Identifying my strengths and finding ways to play to them on a daily basis are the key points in the DVD series. It's harder than it sounds but I'm for it. Hey! That's another strength: facing challenges.
Don't we all?
I had the opportunity over the weekend to view a DVD series entitled Trombone Player Wanted which was developed to help the viewer find their strengths and learn to play to them on a daily basis. One of the things that struck me as fascinating was the actual definition of a strength. If someone were to ask me what my strengths were I would immediately begin listing things that I'm good at: administration, organization, meeting deadlines, etc. The speaker in the DVD, Mar.cus Bu.cki.ngham defines a strength not as something you are good at but an activity, that leaves you feeling strong. I had to think about that. I'm good at what I do, but my daily activities on the job do not leave me feeling strong. They leave me feeling drained, weak even. If that's the case, how can these things be classified as strengths? They can't. Who wants to come home everyday feeling like a wrung out dish rag? I need to get my strength back.
You would think the answer to the question, "What are your strengths?" would be intuitively obvious. For me, it is not as transparent as I thought it would be. One thing I do know for sure, what I'm doing ain't it. While watching the series I was able to pinpoint a few things that can be classified as strengths: my ability to encourage others and to present information. There was a period in my life when I worked for a direct sales company ... alright, alright it was M.ary K.ay ... anyway I loved the chance to get up in front of these women and show them how to take care of their skin. I loved telling them how beautiful they were and how easy it would be to do all of this at home. I loved everything about it, booking the appointments, explaining the product and the processes. I was always so energized before and after a class. My only problem (and it was a pretty big one) was that I had no ability when it came to closing the sale. I ultimately failed at this venture because I bought more of that crap than I sold and I just assumed that the product would sell itself.
Identifying my strengths and finding ways to play to them on a daily basis are the key points in the DVD series. It's harder than it sounds but I'm for it. Hey! That's another strength: facing challenges.
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