Queen B

Posts Tagged ‘work’

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Hard Labor

In Big time stuff, Nothing to it but to do it, The dog on January 27, 2012 at 1:27 pm

This weekend should revolve around drywall – hanging, taping and mudding. Using objectionable language towards it, probably.

I hear we’re expecting snow, so there will likely be shoveling.

We will also probably be dragging more of our useless or unused crap to the Goodwill. Multiple trips, I’m assuming.

The children shall clean their rooms. I don’t care if it’s begrudgingly, or happily. That should be a fun argument for all involved.

Did I really wait all week to get off of work for this?

So what are you doing this weekend? Cleaning toilets? Yea, me too.

Before I go, somebody wants to say HI!

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Nosey always wants to know what I’m doing.

Speaking of, she needs to be brushed and have her toenails trimmed.  Should be as fun as getting children to clean willingly, or well.  Yea, me!

There will probably be wine involved in all of the above (except for the kids part, obviously).

Enjoy your weekend, all.  Don’t blink, or you might miss it!

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Everybody gets one

In Nothing to it but to do it, The little roomies on July 6, 2011 at 7:59 pm

A job. that is.

My husband and I have been working ourselves silly trying to get ready for the quickly approaching party scheduled July 16 at our house.  Somehow I finagled one of my children into doing a little something.  It’s a very difficult endeavor, and even harder to photograph.  I think it’s because I’ve taken the creature out of its natural habitat (which would be the family room, in front of the XBox or in the driveway shooting hoops).

Of course, he still refuses to call it Cornhole.  Which, thinking on it, is probably alright.

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Finally

In Big time stuff, Nothing to it but to do it on July 4, 2011 at 11:14 pm

We have FINALLY gotten the basement refrigerator fixed.

Now we can get some real work done around here!  It’s not natural, this dry method we’ve been forced to become accustomed to.

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Again

In Photography, They're... family? on January 12, 2011 at 4:06 pm

I don’t mean to bring everybody down, but I cried at work today, again.

My cousin had posted pictures on Facebook from my aunt Joan’s post service “gathering” at the bar.  Theme, here?  Yea, that’s what we do.

Anyhow, when I saw the pictures, I realized that it was the last time I saw my Uncle Hooks in person before he died, it was the last time we spoke in person, and the last time we spoke at all without any yelling.   I knew where he had sat when we were there, and I looked through all of her pictures to see if he was in any of them.  I found one.  A cute smiley photograph of myself, my cousin (Hooks’ daughter), my husband, my Godmother (and old friend of the family), and another friend of the family and long-time friend to Hooks, all sitting together.  Hooks is there, barely visible.  In the background, behind a pane of glass, talking to someone I don’t know and smoking a cigarette.

In a split second, all the same old feelings came rushing back to weigh heavily upon me.  Anger, guilt, sadness, loss, despair.  I wished that I had been the one sitting there talking to him instead of smiling at the camera across the room.  I couldn’t stop the tears from coming.  Dammit.  It did nothing to help turn around my reputation at work as “the crier,” and I’ve been working on that for two years now.

Then I pulled my shit together, and decided that I shouldn’t be looking at Facebook at work, anyhow.


Do not cross me

In Punishment for what? on November 12, 2010 at 4:07 pm

So it’s Friday, and you would imagine that it would be the absolute best day of the week… on account that it’s jeans day, for one.  Unfortunately, it didn’t quite turn out to be the great day that I expected.  It’s not because I wasn’t in a great mood, because I was.  I was being productive at work, I had jeans on and was very comfortable.  I heard some interesting news that could have excellent ramifications for me later, I talked to the company owner at work about going back to school.  Things were good!  All around, things were good.

I’m not looking to rehash everything and get myself all riled up again, but out of the blue my good day turned very bad.  I had a very unpleasant encounter with a coworker who feels that somehow she is justified in treating the rest of us like shit, and we’re all supposed to just take it.  On a daily basis.  Well…. this hot-tempered, brown-haired Irish girl has had just about enough of that nonsense as of TODAY, and I will say that my little girlfriend didn’t know exactly what hit her.  No, I didn’t hit her LITERALLY.  Although it did cross my mind, briefly.

The point is that even though I am generally a very happy, mild-mannered, helpful and easygoing person who tries my damnedest to smile and work hard with a positive attitude and outlook, it is best not to push your luck with me, because I do have a breaking point.  If you try really, really hard for several years, you will eventually find it.  Probably on a Friday.

And then you’re screwed.

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The cloud

In Who comes up with this stuff? on November 3, 2010 at 4:06 pm

While I was driving home today, I got to thinking about the state of things.  You know, just general things.  Like how I’m practically old now, and have yet to find my calling.  Or rather how I have found a million callings and have heeded none.  I should really make a list of all of the jobs that I deemed to be ‘perfect,’ or at least perfect for me, that I did not pursue.

Of course that would take entirely too long.

I will say, however, that the jobs I have held, and the jobs I declared to be perfect have at no point intersected.

So while driving today and mulling (yes, it’s a word), I had one of those weird feelings.  Like my one true calling was just on the outskirts of my brain’s capacity of thought, and I was unable to bring it into focus.  Sort of like a word you know but can’t think of; it’s on the tip of your tongue?  I had this strange feeling, as if my purpose in life was floating around in the car over my head, waiting for me to realize it.  If I had… oh my gosh, there was greatness involved and everything.

And then I got distracted by Weezer, playing entirely too loud in the V-Dub.

Huh.  Now that I think about it, maybe I was just daydreaming.

The end.

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Impressed myself

In Punishment for what? on March 24, 2010 at 3:18 pm

I meant to mention, this week did not actually work out the way I said that it likely would.  I think I scared even myself at the prospect of putting off the packing of the desk.  When they brought me the boxes on Monday, I first did exactly what I expected that I would do.  I said “Nah, I’m not going to have time to pack up anything today” and started working.  Diligently, I might add.  After about an hour, I had that nagging feeling I sometimes get when I know that I need to do something different than what I’m actually doing, because it is IMPORTANT, and I couldn’t shake it.  So, I went, and I got a big plastic box with the metal rods to simulate a file cabinet, and I made a rolling file box that held all of the files that I need to access on a daily basis.  If it didn’t have a file, I made one.  I got all organized and ahead of the game and everything.  ON MONDAY, PEOPLE!!  Then I used the empty drawer that I had just created (by moving all of the pending closing files) to put my personal belongings in from my desktop and from the top of the file cabinets that make up part of the working surface of my cubicle.  I was feeling pretty good, although I didn’t get near enough work done, and that freaked me out just a little.

On Tuesday I walked in feeling quite pleased with myself, because of course I had already packed most of my stuff.  You can imagine my shock when I rounded the corner to my cubicle and the scene was this:  my boss was up on top of my desk on all fours one hand and one knee on the desk, and the other of each on the window sill (Yes, I have a window, but I overlook the parking lot, although I’m not complaining), the VP of the company in charge of the whole reno standing in front of my desk with a bunch of cables in her hand that had apparently been removed from my computer.  The tower of my computer was up on top of the desk, askew, cords and cables everywhere, the desk pulled half way out from its regular position, the few items that had been left on my desktop moved, knocked over, or both, the two in bins I had left on the desk missing completely along with the work they contained and the call log notebook that constantly sits at the ready by my phone.  Missing.  I thought I handled it pretty well when I burst out laughing.  I did stop myself from pointing at my boos and doubling over or rolling on the floor with my laughter.

On Wednesday I woke up very tired, because apparently I had forgotten to go to bed in a timely manner on Tuesday night.  Justin Bieber was on David Letterman and I had to see what all this buzz is about.  Anyhow, when I went out to the car in the morning, I was very excited because my husband had backed my car into the driveway for me.  You know what that means, don’t you?  I got to drive away Batgirl Style!!!  That can seriously make anyone’s day.  Try it and tell me I’m wrong.  The day seemed to be getting better and better as it went along from there.  I got the rest of my desk sorted out and packed up, I got a lot of work done, I laughed a lot.  I found out that we get to WEAR JEANS THE REST OF THE WEEK AND ALL OF THE FOLLOWING WEEK!!

And then I started to feel funny.

I went to the vending machine because I thought maybe I was just hungry.  I had forgotten my afternoon yogurt.  A granola bar isn’t the best, but it can get you through for the last hour and the ride home when you feel like maybe your blood sugar is crashing.  I started to get achey.  I remembered that I forgot to take my greens and protein this morning, so thought it was probably that.  I just need my greens.  My hands were hurting, starting between my fingers, and my feet.  I had this tingly aching muscle pain going up my back into my head.  My teeth hurt.  I regretted eating the granola bar, because it started to make me feel nauseous.  On the ride home, I started to get a headache.

I have mixed my greens, I have them melding in the fridge.  I will drink them when I’m ready, I will keep them down, I will sleep on the couch and I will recover.  Because I absolutely, positively do NOT have the flu.  I don’t.  Do not even think it.  Tomorrow is jeans day come early as a gift.  Friday at 7:30am the movers come to the office to move all of our stuff out.  I do not have the flu.  I do not have the flu.  I do not have the flu.

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The boxes are coming!

In Nothing to it but to do it, Punishment for what?, Who comes up with this stuff? on March 21, 2010 at 11:59 am

Tomorrow is when they deliver the boxes for the GREAT OFFICE CLEAN OUT OF 2010.  Let the freaking out commence!  Noooo, I’m just teasing.  Maybe some will be freaking out, but I won’t be one of them, of course.  As far as you know.  Here’s how the week’s schedule will probably play out for me:

  1. Boxes arrive on Monday.  Decide that I have all week to pack, but too much work to do to get to it on a Monday.  Work my poor stubby fingers to the bone, and yet feel behind when I leave for the day.  Take work home that I will not get to since Mondays are crazy busy at home, too.  Go figure.
  2. Come in on Tuesday with my usual bells on.  Look at the boxes as I set up for the day, thinking sadly that I don’t really have time to pack them, since I still have so much catching up to do from Monday.  If they’re putting me out of commission next week by ripping up carpet and painting while standing on my desk, I can’t afford to let anything slip through the cracks this week.  Tomorrow, tomorrow.
  3. Struggle to get to my desk because of all of the packed boxes around the office from other people’s desks on Wednesday.  Bitches!!  Assess how much work has made it to my inbox since I left on Tuesday and whimper a little when no one is listening, because I KNOW I should be packing.  I just have to do that ONE thing first.  Walk out five hours later without packing so much as one thing.
  4. Make a decision that I WILL PACK on Thursday while walking in, realizing that I no longer have a choice! Arrive at work to a bunch of SERIOUSLY IMPORTANT things that must be completed RIGHT NOW.  Look up from my desk 4.5 hours later and start to freak out, but only just a little bit on the inside.  Of course no one will notice, I’m hoping.  Rip all personal belongings off of the cubicle walls and throw them into a box to take home.  Take drawers from desk and use the patented dump method of packing.  Sigh in disgust at the state of my belongings (mostly because I broke all of my graham crackers) before throwing the box under my arm and taking it to my car.  Yes, it will stay there for the full week of the remodel.
  5. Rush to my desk on Friday, noticing that all of my coworkers don’t seem stressed at all that the movers are here.  The movers are here?  THE MOVERS ARE HERE!!!  Holy crap, go to my desk and fill the boxes frantically by the armload!!  Who needs to be able to find stuff, anyhow?  Seriously, it’s better to organize when you’re UNPACKING the boxes, right?

See?  Easy peasy.  No sweat whatsoever.  I’m so ready for all of this.

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I missed it!

In Isn't it dreamy?, Punishment for what? on December 10, 2009 at 5:35 pm

Peeps!!!  My LAST post was my 100th post!  Shit, I have to pull myself together.  There’s no excuse for missing my very own milestone.

It’s been a winter wonderland here in the great white North, er, I mean the Chicagoland area.  We’ve gotten inches of snow so far and everything is fricking cold, and white, and sparkly.  The snow is still new enough, and the townships nervous enough about running out of salt too soon, so that it’s all still clean snow, pretty and white and sparkly and full of wonder out there.  If not freezy, freaky cold.  Yesterday I walked down to get CC from a friend’s house, and I pulled her home on the sled in the street.  Fun stuff.  You would think that I had just given her a new puppy!

I’m not giving her a new puppy.

I like the winter in my own backyard because I can see everything going on in the woods behind my house.  I’m nosy that way.  It bums me out that I can see the neighbor’s house who lives behind, but its really nice to spot the deer passing through, the coyotes, all the different types of birds, and lately a pair of red fox that may have a den on our property.  I’m not certain, but they’re certainly back there plenty.

This has been an off week for me.  I went from truly believing that I was going to give Mr. McCartney a big ol’ hug and have lengthy discussions with him about vegetarianism and other VERY IMPORTANT THINGS to…. well, lets just say not the best week.  For some reason there were lots of little things going wrong for me every single morning, which isn’t exactly the best way for me to start my day.  Nothing really major, but enough.  Stuff like flipping half of my breakfast egg out of the pan into the fire, spilling my coffee immediately upon pouring it, finding all four doors on my car iced shut and not being able to get in, forgetting to drink my pond juice, leaving my stuff at home that I need to bring back to work, being super late to work when I had to stop every 5 miles because the doors of my car kept opening…. strange stuff, every day.  It threw me off of my game.  And then there’s work….

I can’t get into it much because I can’t risk THE MAN reading, but it hasn’t been an ideal environment.  It’s a fascinating place, but more like a soap opera than a business sometimes, really.  There is intentional bitchiness just for the fuck of it, backstabbing, gossiping, people throwing each other under the bus, and a lot of yelling.  Yelling!  No, it wasn’t me.  However, I was the recipient of a childish game of The War of the Wills aka Intentional Bitchiness with a side order of Going Over Your Head.  All in the name of immaturity.  I haven’t quite decided yet on my plan of action in that regard, but I’m not pleased.  I do not enjoy the angry feeling that comes with this type of office bullshit, and I try to stay above it most of the time, but hmmmm.  Messin’ with the wrong girl.  I’m just sayin’.

Ooooh!  And before I forget, I had another dream last night!  I was riding in a rickshaw, and I saw Bill Murray crossing the road ahead of me, so we stopped and I called out to him and he came over and kind of hugged and kissed me on the cheek as if we knew each other or something, totally grabbed my ass, and then laughed and walked off.  That’s what I remember.  Go ahead and try to figure THAT out Dr. Drew!

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It's all a conspiracy

In Big time stuff on September 16, 2009 at 2:38 pm

Sometimes I feel that despite my very best efforts, I give the wrong impression.  As I mentioned, I worked at someone else’s desk for a week and two days, which ended on Friday.  On Monday, the VP of the company, who had been the one to put me on notice that I was going to cover for this other girl, caught me in the copy room.  She wanted to know if I had spoken to the person I had covered to go over all the stuff I had done.  Of course!  That was the first thing I had taken care of that morning, getting it all off of my shoulders and squarely back onto hers.  Duh.  So she went on to thank me for helping, and then followed it up with “because I know you don’t like working with me.”  Huh?!  Shit.  I have never in my life said that I didn’t like working with the Vice President of the company I work for.  The 2nd in command who makes all of the good decisions that are to be made in that company.  I honestly think that maybe she might be the only sane one in the building.  I never, ever said anything like that!!!  TO ANYONE!!!  So now all week I have to swim around in my paranoia and wonder why she has that impression, where she got that impression, what have I done to give her that impression, what do I need to do to change that, and is it even possible to get her to shake it?  Last week she had made another disturbing statement saying “I know you don’t like to help.” which I quickly and emphatically corrected her on, but this one sounds more personal, and has the potential to be more damaging to me career-wise as well as in my working relationship with her.  In my minds eye, I have a great relationship with her as well as most if not all of the other people I work with, including the other VP’s and owner of the company.  I am honest with them when I think there is a problem, and for sure I let them know that I didn’t want to manage and was unhappy about the pile of shit that was left in my lap (along with the fact that my work sat undone for a week and two days), but I took it on and did the best I could, without an unending stream of complaints, even though I had plenty of them.  Seriously though, she had asked if I was mad about doing it and I said ‘Yes, of course, but it’s just business, nothing personal.’ and I thought that was it.  I was honest about it.  We worked and communicated with each other just fine all week +2, and now this.  I was so taken back when she said it, I didn’t even have my wits about me to correct her, and now I don’t know how to address it.  I don’t necessarily want to show her my crazy by admitting that I’ve been thinking about it for three full days now.  Can I say it again?  Shit.  I am considering freaking out on a full scale.

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