Drivin the Dirty D

The Maui Blue Pearl has turned to a dirt and salt Pearl as my daily trek down Woodward Avenue is perhaps one of the most disgusting things that car will ever have to endure.

I have come to the conclusion that I need to brush up on my developmental psychology - or any psychology for that matter - in order to be a better manager. Children misbehave to seek attention. Apparently this holds true for employees as well. Especially when you have six idiots working for you. Ah, the joys of management.

But really, I can't complain.

It is time to prepare for the Bauer.
Until next time...

The Good Old Hockey Fan

Yes, I'm blogging about how much I like the new all star uniforms.
Yes, I have no idea what is going on in hockey right now.
Yes, that is really sad, considering I was once such a huge fan.
I have one answer to why I lost so much touch with my favorite pastime: I used to work at the Joe.
Now that is really sad.

On the other hand, how much do I miss seeing Shanny in red and white? Or at all? I wasn't even a Shanny fan, but it was nice seeing a familiar face in familiar colors.


And apparently my blogging about this makes me "such a woman".
Go figure, eh?

Breaking My Silence

Dr. Ramano being Jack's brother is sooooooooooo not cool.
Seeing Jack kick the shit out of him immediately was wicked sweet.
It helped make up for some of the trauma of the first five hours.

I'm on Vacation

I have to take a hiatus from my blogger. It doesn't matter anyway, I know maybe two of my regular readers personally - the rest of read regularly because you think you know me, or want to find out more about me, or want to snoop around to find out things about me. It's fine. I don't know what you get out of it, but I really could care less.

Until I get a handle on how to balance everything new in my life, I can't run to blogger anymore with my problems or complaints.

'Til next time

Fourth Time Charmed

Why are so many little things bothering me lately? Could it be that I'm up to my eyeballs with my current workload? Nah, with my managing a major aspect of two museums, that isn't unusual. Why am I envious of those people who have things I do not? I have so many great things going on in my life right now that I am so incredibly thankful for and blessed to have that I feel like a spoiled bitch finding room to feel envy. When is it going to be my turn?

Sidenote: I was complimented today by how nice I look in all black. At least I had something to smile about for a brief moment today.

Pass It Forward

Nothing interesting today, doing inventory at work and cleaning out 20+ years of plain garbage while trying to consolidate merchandise just kicked my ass. Best part is, I get to do it again tomorrow. Woot!

Anyway, I pass along to you this forward, found in my myspace bulletins, just because I like what it says and it leaves a happy thought in your mind after you read it.

WORDS TO LIVE BY
Accept that some days you're the pigeon,
and some days you're the statue.

Always keep your words soft and sweet,
just in case you have to eat them.

Always read stuff that will make you look
good if you die in the middle of it.

Drive carefully.
It's not only cars thatcan be recalled by their maker.

If you can't be kind, at least have the
decency to be vague.

If you lend someone $20, and never see
that person again, it was probably worth it.

It may be that your sole purpose in life
is simply to serve as a warning to others.

Never buy a car you can't push.

Never put both feet in your mouth at the
same time, because then you don't
have a leg to stand on.

Nobody cares if you can't dance well.
Just get up and dance.

The early worm gets eaten by the bird,
so sleep late.

When everything's coming your way,
you're in the wrong lane.

Birthdays are good for you;
the moreyou have, the longer you live.

You may be only one person in the world,
but you may also be the world to one person.

Some mistakes are too much fun
to only make once.

Don't cry because it's over;
smile because it happened.

We could learn a lot from crayons:
some are sharp, some are pretty,
some are dull, some have weird names, and
all are different colors but they all
have to learn to live in the same box.

A truly happy person is one who can
enjoy the scenery on a detour.

Happiness comes through doors you
didn't even know you left open.

Stupified

Everyday, at least one thing never ceases to amaze me. This story might be considered moot by some, because they will say, well, you are talking about Detroit. And I will say, yeah, but still, the law still applies to them as well. I grew up within city limits, attended grade school and graduated college in the City, and have worked downtown for the past five years - now on a much more steady and regular basis. I don't only say I'm from Detroit because I'm a native Detroiter but because I'm proud of it, too - and I love seeing the nasty reaction from those who don't know any better. I am all to familiar with the faults of the City, but even with all those shortcomings, I still say, Yes, Virginia, the law still does apply to those who drive in Detroit.

The drive to work this morning was nothing but the usual. Dreading going back to work (but also ready) after a funky holiday schedule and five day weekend, I was minding my own business and listening to WWJ as per usual. I notice on the Northbound side (I drive South) a school bus with its yellow lights flashing. These yellow lights soon turn to red. I stop. I lost count of the cars who passed me on either side - including some in the turn lane - and on the other side of the street. The really sad part is, the drivers didn't even slow down. The other really sad part is, they probably won't even get tickets because I don't think the driver was paying attention. Why are people always in such a rush these days? Why don't they know that they are supposed to stop when a school bus flashes its red lights? Why do they change lanes in the middle of an intersection? Why, when pulling over for an emergency vehichle, do they block streets and driveways? How do they know that the emergency isn't in the exact spot they are blocking? I know the last two are a common courtesy, and maybe some people don't believe in karma, but why do so many not follow simple driving laws anymore? Just slow down, people! If you can't allow an extra 45 seconds to your commute to stop and yield for a school bus, then make extra time in the morning. If you're already that late and are going to get in trouble at work, you don't deserve the job anyway. Trust me, I know someone who could and would be very happy to fill it. And think of it the other way, just because you are driving in a city that is not one you call home, do you think it is okay to speed by a school bus with its red lights on? How would you feel if your child had to board a bus on a busy street and then not have drivers stop for their safety?

Exactly. You'd be pissed too. Some aren't as fortunate as those who live on quiet, tree-lined neighborhood streets. If you do live on one of those streets, try looking at it from the other side.

I know this is a daily occurence, and I know too many people just don't give a shit anymore, but I was so outraged this morning by what I witnessed that my jaw remained dropped until I was just a few short blocks from the Museum - so completely stupified and saddened and awestruck that I couldn't muster enough swear words to curse the people that passed me.

p.s. just for wondering minds, only one time during the ceremony last night for Stevie did I really wish I was still working there - but then I took a look at my environment and knew there was no better place to be watching it.

Retrospective

I don't know what it is, but watching Presidential funerals gives me the chills.

Maybe it's the brute strength of the soldiers who have to carry the casket evenly down the 45 stairs of the U.S. Capitol building. Maybe it's hearing "Hail to the Chief" without seeing a President marching to the tune. Maybe it's seeing the Flag waving in that January Washington wind. Maybe it's watching dignitaries and politicians hobnob peacefully together in such a cut-throat environment. Maybe it's hearing the history of these men, of their administrations, and of the time they took office narrated in so many different ways. Maybe it's hearing the stories of these men, even though as Presidents they are placed on such high pedestals, that they are regular people, family guys and golfers and victims to those rather unique 70s fashion faux pas. Maybe it's realizing that in only thirty years, with all of the advancements and how far we've come as an American people, there are still so many similiarities politicially, economically, and socially. Maybe it's putting aside partisanship for one day, watching President Bush be a decent person. Whatever it is, whatever the reason, it's really an amazing thing - the outpouring of grief, support, and respect for our accidental President.

"If I am history, I hope at least it's history that is good."

On another end note, Steve Yzerman's number is going to the rafters tonight. To think I could have been there, being a part of history, watching one of the ending caps of a career of a hockey great. I haven't ushered all season and I don't regret it - not only did ushering ruin the Wings fan within me (hello burnout) but I'm also just past that stage in my life - and going from manager to usher is something I know I would have a hard time doing. Do I regret passing up the chance to be there in the Joe tonight? No. Will I be watching what is perhaps the only Red Wings game I will watch all regular season? You betcha. Make room on the DVR!