The Wings are one step closer to proving that the reason they sucked in recent years was because I was working at the Joe. Despite horrific offense, absent defense and only one player to actually show up to the playoffs (you go, Manny), I will take full responsibility. Bring on them Sharks.
What just happened? I sounded like a Wings fan. Better watch out...
Toyota beat GM in car sales in the first quarter. The news was inevitable, but it still stings. Just another hit to Detroit. But this one will leave a lasting mark.
My bank is being bought by another, larger banking institution. This will be the fourth change in eight years. Ugh, corporate America.
My Goddaughter called me on Sunday asking me to do something with her at my mom's church. I found out later that she told my mom if I didn't do that with her, she was going to divorce me. Isn't she cute?
Next week is May. Really, where did April go?
The sun is shining again. It feels good. My allergies, however, do not. But no need to complain about that. It is beautiful outside.
24 April 2007
21 April 2007
The Good Stuff
Sunburns in April - something about them are as good a feeling as the first really nice spring day and the first trip to the old ballpark.
Facing the facts - Even though I think I'll be always be connected to the great Tigers of yesteryear, they aren't on the current team. Who's my Tiger? Casey. Why? Because I like to say Casey's at the Bat. Yeah, I said it. Yeah, I'm a dork. I don't know anything about him or his playing style, but his name is cool. And that's all I care about.
Hockey fights, er I mean games, in April - suddenly the spark that once glowed so brightly within me was lit again...and I am living for playoff hockey again. By the time next season comes along, maybe I'll give a shit again and pay attention.
Facing the facts - Even though I think I'll be always be connected to the great Tigers of yesteryear, they aren't on the current team. Who's my Tiger? Casey. Why? Because I like to say Casey's at the Bat. Yeah, I said it. Yeah, I'm a dork. I don't know anything about him or his playing style, but his name is cool. And that's all I care about.
Hockey fights, er I mean games, in April - suddenly the spark that once glowed so brightly within me was lit again...and I am living for playoff hockey again. By the time next season comes along, maybe I'll give a shit again and pay attention.
17 April 2007
Don't worry
How much of an idiot do I feel like?
I always get bad springtime allergies
But my head has never hurt like this before
Too bad I got all freaked out for some Claritin-D
Like I wouldn't have come to that conclusion on my own
And now I'm out twenty bucks
So how much of an idiot do I feel like?
Pretty damn huge.
I'm climbing under a rock until June 21st.
I always get bad springtime allergies
But my head has never hurt like this before
Too bad I got all freaked out for some Claritin-D
Like I wouldn't have come to that conclusion on my own
And now I'm out twenty bucks
So how much of an idiot do I feel like?
Pretty damn huge.
I'm climbing under a rock until June 21st.
13 April 2007
Go Ahead, Blame Me
I take full responsibility for the performance of the Wings in the playoffs the past few years. I understand that it is my fault that they sucked for so long. Blame me. I will agree with you.
The reason they won last night is because I'm no longer working there. If they go further than one round in the playoffs, I will be right. If we bring Stanley back, it will be a proven fact.
I have at least three very fond memories of that job though:
1) I am friends with Al. I show off his business card to make people jealous.
2) I met this one huge dork and his best friends during one of the games. Turns out he is the love of my life. I am one lucky usher.
3) I got to meet the whole team during practice. That's back when I was still a fan.
Now that I realize that my place is as a fan instead of as a worker in the stands, does that mean I have to turn into a Wings fan again?
The reason they won last night is because I'm no longer working there. If they go further than one round in the playoffs, I will be right. If we bring Stanley back, it will be a proven fact.
I have at least three very fond memories of that job though:
1) I am friends with Al. I show off his business card to make people jealous.
2) I met this one huge dork and his best friends during one of the games. Turns out he is the love of my life. I am one lucky usher.
3) I got to meet the whole team during practice. That's back when I was still a fan.
Now that I realize that my place is as a fan instead of as a worker in the stands, does that mean I have to turn into a Wings fan again?
11 April 2007
Back to Reality
Going back to work yesterday was tough. Even tougher was listening to the news during my commutes. I was so familiar with the bad news that surrounds me that I didn't even realize how horrible a world we live in - and just how scary that world is. Being away from the world for five days certainly leaves room for a rude awakening when the only news involves three different stories involving gun shots and death. I suppose the silver lining could be that the suspects for two of those three stories were in police custody. Is there such a thing as justice after all?
My reliable co-worker is going to be leaving me. And it is probably going to be happening sooner rather than later. I know her time with the DHS is short and that she was a ticking bomb since she attained her degree in January - but with her being out ill this week I realized how much I counted on her to help deal with the daily chaos. And to prepare for the inevitable, I started a list in hopes that I can write a detailed, accurate and fair job description. Keep your eyes posted on comnet. I am really dreading that interview process. Those poor, poor applicants.
I think that starting next week, I am going to make a new goal each week. This will help make up for my Lenten failings and hopefully improve my outlook on life. And if I can stop being such a jerk all the time, that would probably benefit the world as well. But I think I'll start slow and then progress to greener pastures.
My reliable co-worker is going to be leaving me. And it is probably going to be happening sooner rather than later. I know her time with the DHS is short and that she was a ticking bomb since she attained her degree in January - but with her being out ill this week I realized how much I counted on her to help deal with the daily chaos. And to prepare for the inevitable, I started a list in hopes that I can write a detailed, accurate and fair job description. Keep your eyes posted on comnet. I am really dreading that interview process. Those poor, poor applicants.
I think that starting next week, I am going to make a new goal each week. This will help make up for my Lenten failings and hopefully improve my outlook on life. And if I can stop being such a jerk all the time, that would probably benefit the world as well. But I think I'll start slow and then progress to greener pastures.
09 April 2007
Vacation Day
I decided to put this on my blogger just to prove that I'm not that much of a horrible person.
These are things that really matter:
These are things that really matter:
06 April 2007
It's MY Time
Projecting attendance numbers for twelve months - Projecting group tour numbers for twelve months - Projecting gift shop sales for twelve months - Projecting earned revenue for twelve months - Projecting expenses for twelve months - Coding inventory - Arranging displays - Setting up displays with coded inventory - Working 14 hours for re-launch events - Ensuring my staff know the new system - Ensuring my bosses know the new system - Organizing an unorganizable area - Spending my life at the other Museum trying to make it perfect - Greeting nearly 3,000 people on opening weekend - Dealing with hindsight and the woulda, coulda, shoulda's after a successful event - Bringing home work to do because 7 hours isn't enough time for it (plus one hour since I didn't take a lunch break those two weeks either) - Ignorning myself, my house and those around me trying to live up to and exceed the higher up's expectations of me and my department - And in the meantime, coaching ten people who report to me with their daily responsibilities and ensure museum operations continue without any glitches...
Can you begin to imagine how burned-out, exhausted and how completely stressful budgets and Museum re-openings can be? Maybe I didn't do it justice, but at least I tried to paint a picture. And I'm no artist.
Today is a company holiday (thank you for the crucifying, Jesus) and I capitalized on the long weekend to make it a longer weekend...to take some time for R&R and to attempt to recuperate from the madness I've endured the last two weeks.
Therefore, I am off to visit my best friend who moved to Chicago four and a half years ago and I only get to see a half dozen times a year at best. This wasn't as easy a decision as it should have been since another festivity arose during this same time frame. I considered (and exhausted) all of my options and the outcomes of me staying or going. I'm going because I could stand some time out of the house and by myself and with my friend who just gets me, who I don't have to worry about talking in front of, who understands everything I am going through and who gives me the support and comforting words I need to hear. And this is my long weekend and my recuperation and time for me to decide how to spend it and enjoy it. I chose not to spend time with people who refuse to give me a chance, who don't go to great lengths to make me feel welcome, or like they want there, or that they even pretend to like me. I am so confident in who I am and what I do and am such a strong person that I shouldn't even care what they think of me. Why should I care? People at work say I'm dating him, not his friends. But I don't like or want to be thought of as the bitch who stole him away or as stuck up or that I am too good to participate. I know that I can be a jerk of person but I also am a firm believer in reciprocating actions and behaviours that are shown onto me. And I honestly believe that the ball is in their court. They might ask where I am and when he tells them, I can imagine the sigh of relief going through some of their minds. I know they won't miss me and I'm glad he'll have a chance to catch up without me being there. But I won't miss them either - I won't miss trying to find a person who will want to try to talk to me or to include me and I won't miss worrying about what tone of voice I use and how if I do speak it will just bring silence. I'm going to a place and to spend time with people where I don't have to worry about any of that. That is my goal with this vacation time. And it doesn't even bother me that some of the people I am talking about might read this. It's my blogger and my outlet and I have absolutely no other reason to think differently.
So it's off with me to the Windy City to try to reprioritize my life, remember what's important, how to implement that in my daily routines and attempt to learn how to smile and laugh again. And since I failed miserably at what my goal for Lent, I shall try to work on that upon my return.
Shalom
Can you begin to imagine how burned-out, exhausted and how completely stressful budgets and Museum re-openings can be? Maybe I didn't do it justice, but at least I tried to paint a picture. And I'm no artist.
Today is a company holiday (thank you for the crucifying, Jesus) and I capitalized on the long weekend to make it a longer weekend...to take some time for R&R and to attempt to recuperate from the madness I've endured the last two weeks.
Therefore, I am off to visit my best friend who moved to Chicago four and a half years ago and I only get to see a half dozen times a year at best. This wasn't as easy a decision as it should have been since another festivity arose during this same time frame. I considered (and exhausted) all of my options and the outcomes of me staying or going. I'm going because I could stand some time out of the house and by myself and with my friend who just gets me, who I don't have to worry about talking in front of, who understands everything I am going through and who gives me the support and comforting words I need to hear. And this is my long weekend and my recuperation and time for me to decide how to spend it and enjoy it. I chose not to spend time with people who refuse to give me a chance, who don't go to great lengths to make me feel welcome, or like they want there, or that they even pretend to like me. I am so confident in who I am and what I do and am such a strong person that I shouldn't even care what they think of me. Why should I care? People at work say I'm dating him, not his friends. But I don't like or want to be thought of as the bitch who stole him away or as stuck up or that I am too good to participate. I know that I can be a jerk of person but I also am a firm believer in reciprocating actions and behaviours that are shown onto me. And I honestly believe that the ball is in their court. They might ask where I am and when he tells them, I can imagine the sigh of relief going through some of their minds. I know they won't miss me and I'm glad he'll have a chance to catch up without me being there. But I won't miss them either - I won't miss trying to find a person who will want to try to talk to me or to include me and I won't miss worrying about what tone of voice I use and how if I do speak it will just bring silence. I'm going to a place and to spend time with people where I don't have to worry about any of that. That is my goal with this vacation time. And it doesn't even bother me that some of the people I am talking about might read this. It's my blogger and my outlet and I have absolutely no other reason to think differently.
So it's off with me to the Windy City to try to reprioritize my life, remember what's important, how to implement that in my daily routines and attempt to learn how to smile and laugh again. And since I failed miserably at what my goal for Lent, I shall try to work on that upon my return.
Shalom
02 April 2007
Busting the Buckeyes?
Myth: Ohio is a waste of a state.
Confirmed: Buckeyes are by far the worst and most impatient drivers on the road. This coming from an already impatient city driver should speak volumes about their behavior. Ugh.
Confirmed: Ohio is boring. It's not even a pretty state until you get into the eastern part of the state and the foothills of the mountains.
Confirmed: They talk like chipmunks. Can you understand a Ohioan when they speak? I didn't think so.
Busted: Despite all of my hatred toward Michigan's southern neighbor state, Akron is a pretty neat little town. Clean, comforting, busy downtown. And they have a cool Irish place that is smokefree.
Busted: Did I mention that Ohio is smoke free in public places. Michigan is a lame.
Busted: A small, mid-state college can bring him:
and them:
and live in a state that has pretty lighthouses like this:
On an entirely different note, I want the Buckeyes to win tonight so I can win my bracket. I won't win any money, but that doesn't really matter now does it?