Girls Night

From what I hear, it is time for a Girls Night. T and I were leaving work the other night and our office manager stops us to chat. Now don't get me wrong, but when it comes time to leave work, the last thing I was to do is chat. Well...chat we did, and apparently it is time for a lovely Girls Night. (notice the sarcasim, not excitement) There are certain girls I don't mind going out for a beer with after work and catching up on our personal lives, because we get along, and we know what is said between us, stays there. Then there are others who if you say boo to, the whole office will hear about it the next day at work. And that is just temping - especially when I am outside of work.

Temping how? This makes me want to plant things in our conversations that would lead to good office gossip. To me, this is exciting, and they are to my office friends as well. Could this lead to trouble - YES - and that is the best part. I have always wanted to catch a certain person in spreading stories when we on the basis of "what happens in __ stays in __." You know that never happens, som twerp always tells. One day I almost started an rumor that my coworker was pregnant or that I was just to get this girl going and pin her so maybe she would get the hint and shut her mouth.

This girl doesn't like the fact that the people in the back of the office are good friends. So she makes up her own rumors just to humor herself and see what trouble she stirs. She had me quitting and going to parties with "the enemy" - too bad I have never met them because they sound like really neat people. I have to get myself invited to the next party - so next time I can say - Why yes, I was out with them!!! What's it matter to what I do in my personal life anyway?

Anywho, so it is girls night out time. Not sure when it will be, but it is coming. Do I fake sick, or do I go and try to have a bit of "fun" with it?!

music machine

I could really use that record right about now. I could use any pick me up. The past two weeks have been crappy. I am stressed with the show coming up, and working my butt off trying to get things done - yet I feel like I am just being crapped on. I try to put a lot in to what I do, and everytime I just get shot down. I am sick of being shot down and having to run something in print of post something on the web when it is politically incorrect, gramatically horrible, and just plain aweful when I wrote the same information in a more pleasing way. It is always the bosses way or the highway. He doesn't know how to open up and see that his way may not be the correct way to go about it. Then he turns it around at puts it on others when the bad wrap comes crashing in. Or when the poor press release goes out, he wonders why no one responds. I will write a press release with the eye catching information and I get "no no no no no no no" And then he cuts all the eye catching information out, and has me turn in press release that if I worked in a mail room I would toss.
Now don't get me wrong, I don't mind getting constructive criticism - but when it is everyday with some of this poorly written information - it frustrates me. And if he was turning me down because I wrote the wrong information or because he didn't like by writing style that is one thing - but it is just becuase it has to be his way.
Thank ya'way it's Friday. Five more hours of this and home it is. I think I may even try to leave early. I really can't do this today, and it has put me in the grumpiest mood - I hate being in grumpy moods. And it the one where you feel like you will cry if you lose your pen or if anything doesn't go the way you would like. I am one of my moods where I need to sit and write a 14 page letter just to get it all out.

bullfrogs and butterflies

Ah, another week is starting. It is getting to the point where I have so much work to do, I don't know where to begin - yet I have to time to sit here and type. This weekend went fast. Saturday I slept in and then went to Mike's to watch the Redskins game. During the game I learned how fun it is to slide down the basement steps on a folded folding chair. It's amazing how fast you get going! Sunday, Mom and Dad came over and helped me work around the house. Dad fixed the vents and welded the copper piping together for my 14ft curtain rode. Mom and I redecorated. Moved things around in the kitchen and the living room. I was going to do a bit of work over the weekend, but that never happened!!

But I am sitting here now, thinking about all those shmucks that have today off and those few of us that are stuck here working. Although I did take my hour lunch as talked in the kitchen with some co-workers. OH! I also played Whackyourboss.com. There are 14 ways to Whack your boss - and it was very important for me to find all 14 ways - so I did. I was very proud of myself, that takes dedication!! As for my afternoon, I have a show guide due at 5 - have I started it - NOPE! I was supposed to be due on Friday, but it got pushed back to today. I have been trying to work on it for a week now, but things come up. So now I have 3.5 hours to get it done! But I would rather play games since the boss is out! work - play...work - play...man, decisions are the worst!

Words of Wisdom:
Do not put paper wrappers in the toaster oven! Tried it...fire!

Just a little Boost!

If anyone out there needs a little “pick me up” or a self esteem boost – give my dearest mother a call. I was driving home from work last night on the phone with my mom, letting her know I would be over soon to for Dad’s birthday dinner. As we were talking, I happened to mention I need to get my hair cut before my event in February. This was my mothers reply – “You need it sooner than that, and while you are at it, you need to get your brows done too. They are looking so bad, it is time you get them waxed – it is past plucking at this point.” She went on and on informing me how bad I look. THANKS MOM! So now, I am sitting at work, feeling all good about myself. My hair is atrocious, my brows are beyond help, and my face looks like a pizza. Yesterday – none of these thoughts were in my head, my mind was on work and the upcoming show. So I am about to make a hair cut appointment and try to find a place to get my brows waxed.

For the time being – these thoughts are being put on hold until I return. I have to go work and walk the convention center to make sure we are all set for the show. But when I return, don’t you worry mother dearest, I will find a place to work their magic – or so we hope!

DOH!

For those that like HTML - I am really sorry - but it drives me BATTY! You stare and you stare at your program looking for that little itty bitty teeny tiny mistake and it can take an hour or even longer. I have too much to do to be sitting here looking for that little itty bitty teeny tiny mistake.

Okay, that is all. I HATE HTML!

For willy

I love my job, don’t get me wrong. But there are things I really dislike. I don’t like it when people listen to my phone calls and then comment as to why I did or did not do something. That was my conversation, not theirs, and did they hear the person on the other line? NO! If the call was for someone else, I would forward it to that person. So butt out, thanks!

We are getting closer to show time, and edginess comes out in people. But that doesn’t mean you treat people the way people do in the office. I am very much a team player, but when everyone is taking an hour lunch and I am here working – please see that I am busy, so that means do your own work. We all have to do our own admin work since we really don’t have an admin for our division. Yes, we have some that works in our division that is called the admin, but she doesn’t even have the time to do other’s admin work. She has enough on her plate doing work for the 7-8 shows we have this year. I don’t know why people bitch so much about having to take their own notes and keep track of it. Suck it up and deal! That might mean you have to stay an extra 15 minutes one night – heaven forbid!

I am just trying to stay sane. 7 to 8 shows this year, and they all have conferences. Trying to keep all the barter agreements, sponsorships, speakers, exhibitors, and the marketing straight for each show is tiring. I really do like my job; I am just a bit frustrated. There is so many odds and ends to tie up, and when I am being pulled in ten different directions, it makes it rather difficult. So please excuse me if I am not chit-chatting or if I am a bit more serious during this time. I am not biting others heads off, I am just getting the work done the best I can and as quick as I can with little to no error.

So willy – this was for you. You wanted me to write, and so I did.