or is soon to not work in my office is a total BITCH! She has basically been one of those people who live in a glass house who throws stones at everyone else. She has been complaining that the people around her don't get their work done and that they are negligent and talk too much, but then she goes and one of the other girls had to go through a stack of stuff that had been backed up for a while. She says she works so hard etc! Whatever!!!! Hey, I mean we all have things that we sometimes don't get to, but maybe you should shut your fucking mouth and worry about yourself WHORE!!!!!!!
I am so tired of her stupid judgemental ass! Go freaking jump off a really large cliff!
Thursday, April 10, 2008
New Decision
Ok, my new decision is to not complain to anyone at work. So, I will begin complaining on my blog. HA! So, I will be sure and post a warning of work complaints to follow. :)
First complaint, one of the girls in the office...who shall not be named made me really well I would say upset, but more like preterbed. I was talking about how when I interviewed her, that I really liked her. She must have misunderstood me and thought that I was saying that I liked her from the beginning of her time actually working here. Which honestly, I didn't. In fact, sometimes I still don't like her, but I certainly don't mention it because I don't think that it is nice or necessary and certainly doesn't make for a pleasant environment. Anyway, she said "Well, it took a lot of patience on my part to deal with you Stella, a lot of will power." Well, honey all I have to say is that it takes me will power every day to deal with you. Especially, when every day you are snippy and short with me and say rude comments. Trust me, it takes will power! In fact, I am not the only one that has noticed this about you. Everyone who works here has said the same and I would love to see you go work somewhere else honestly. However, I don't say that and I don't bring up the amount of willpower it takes me because it isn't necessary, is rude and does not make for a pleasant environment. Strangely enough, I am not too upset about that. I actually am very serene so far today, however it is only 9 am.
Anyway, at least there are 2 people in the office that I can actually speak to that I can go to them when we have a problem and they can act like adults and discuss it with me. Unfortunately with the previously mentioned person that is not possible.
Then again, sometimes that person does nice things, like she washed my coffee cup for me just now. Which is nice.
First complaint, one of the girls in the office...who shall not be named made me really well I would say upset, but more like preterbed. I was talking about how when I interviewed her, that I really liked her. She must have misunderstood me and thought that I was saying that I liked her from the beginning of her time actually working here. Which honestly, I didn't. In fact, sometimes I still don't like her, but I certainly don't mention it because I don't think that it is nice or necessary and certainly doesn't make for a pleasant environment. Anyway, she said "Well, it took a lot of patience on my part to deal with you Stella, a lot of will power." Well, honey all I have to say is that it takes me will power every day to deal with you. Especially, when every day you are snippy and short with me and say rude comments. Trust me, it takes will power! In fact, I am not the only one that has noticed this about you. Everyone who works here has said the same and I would love to see you go work somewhere else honestly. However, I don't say that and I don't bring up the amount of willpower it takes me because it isn't necessary, is rude and does not make for a pleasant environment. Strangely enough, I am not too upset about that. I actually am very serene so far today, however it is only 9 am.
Anyway, at least there are 2 people in the office that I can actually speak to that I can go to them when we have a problem and they can act like adults and discuss it with me. Unfortunately with the previously mentioned person that is not possible.
Then again, sometimes that person does nice things, like she washed my coffee cup for me just now. Which is nice.
Friday, April 4, 2008
My Journaling Junkie page challenge
Here is the page that I did for Journaling junkie, the challenge was to do a page based on your favorite meal.
Journaling reads:
The best meal we have ever had has to be when we went to Victoria and Albert's at Disney World's Grand Floridian hotel. The atmosphere was refined, elegant and relaxing. The service was impeccable and the food, was absolutely fabulous and exotic.
Christian had Dungeness and King Crab with Spring Asparagus and Calvisius Caviar to start. Long Island Duck with Roaset Chiogga Beets and Turnip Kraut, then Seared Wild Turbot with Toasted Capers and Meyer Lemon, Herb Crusted Lamb with Heirloom Tomatoes and Potato Gnocchi. Comte Saint Antonie, Fourme D'ambert and Pierre Robert for the cheese course. For dessert, Pyramid of Tanzanie Dark Chocolate Mousse.
Stella had Seared Colorado Buffalo Tenderloin, Braised Fennel, Raishes and Satsuma Tangerine Vinaigrette to start. Pan Roasted Foie Gras and Fuji Apple Tart with Mostarda di Cremona, then Yellow Fin Tuna Tempura with Hijiki Salad and Carrot-Ginger Coulis for the fish course. Then, Herb Crusted Lamb with Heirloom Tomatoes and Potato Gnocchi. For the cheese course, Comte Saint Antoine, Fourme D'Ambert, and Pierre Robert. For dessert, Vanilla Bean Creme Brulee.
From beginning to end, a fabulous meal. Not a bite that was not enjoyed! The wine pairing was fantastic and certainly intoxicating. The presentation of the "Celebes" coffee was extraordinary. To top it all off, at the end of the meal we met the Chef de Cuisine, Scott Hunnel. We certainly can't wait to go back and experience it all again.***Note: The green part at the back of the layout is the menu they personalized for me at the restaurant and gave to each guest as a souvenir.
Journaling reads:
The best meal we have ever had has to be when we went to Victoria and Albert's at Disney World's Grand Floridian hotel. The atmosphere was refined, elegant and relaxing. The service was impeccable and the food, was absolutely fabulous and exotic.
Christian had Dungeness and King Crab with Spring Asparagus and Calvisius Caviar to start. Long Island Duck with Roaset Chiogga Beets and Turnip Kraut, then Seared Wild Turbot with Toasted Capers and Meyer Lemon, Herb Crusted Lamb with Heirloom Tomatoes and Potato Gnocchi. Comte Saint Antonie, Fourme D'ambert and Pierre Robert for the cheese course. For dessert, Pyramid of Tanzanie Dark Chocolate Mousse.
Stella had Seared Colorado Buffalo Tenderloin, Braised Fennel, Raishes and Satsuma Tangerine Vinaigrette to start. Pan Roasted Foie Gras and Fuji Apple Tart with Mostarda di Cremona, then Yellow Fin Tuna Tempura with Hijiki Salad and Carrot-Ginger Coulis for the fish course. Then, Herb Crusted Lamb with Heirloom Tomatoes and Potato Gnocchi. For the cheese course, Comte Saint Antoine, Fourme D'Ambert, and Pierre Robert. For dessert, Vanilla Bean Creme Brulee.
From beginning to end, a fabulous meal. Not a bite that was not enjoyed! The wine pairing was fantastic and certainly intoxicating. The presentation of the "Celebes" coffee was extraordinary. To top it all off, at the end of the meal we met the Chef de Cuisine, Scott Hunnel. We certainly can't wait to go back and experience it all again.***Note: The green part at the back of the layout is the menu they personalized for me at the restaurant and gave to each guest as a souvenir.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Storms on the sea of the work life again...
Ok, well it just wouldn't be a month, or a week, or a day without trouble at work. When I think about my troubles, I always think of work, not really of home. (THANK YOU JESUS!!!) Now, that doesn't mean that I don't EVER have trouble at home, just not nearly as much as work.
So, let me tell you that now I have to find another employee. Super fun! NOT! I really really wish that I could just figure out how to live with people and how to keep my mouth shut when it should be and how to open it when I should open it. Now, in the long run I really don't think that this was my fault, but the road to hell is paved with good intentions and HELL is called finding a new employee that speaks spanish (crossing fingers on that one). Anyway, I am praying for the perfect person, able to handle angry people and able to speak spanish. Please pray everyone out there in internet world.
“Nobody trips over mountains. It is the small pebble that causes you to stumble. Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find that you have crossed the mountain.” -author unknown
So, let me tell you that now I have to find another employee. Super fun! NOT! I really really wish that I could just figure out how to live with people and how to keep my mouth shut when it should be and how to open it when I should open it. Now, in the long run I really don't think that this was my fault, but the road to hell is paved with good intentions and HELL is called finding a new employee that speaks spanish (crossing fingers on that one). Anyway, I am praying for the perfect person, able to handle angry people and able to speak spanish. Please pray everyone out there in internet world.
“Nobody trips over mountains. It is the small pebble that causes you to stumble. Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find that you have crossed the mountain.” -author unknown
Friday, February 29, 2008
I stole this from another blog:
I absolutely loved this:
I'm Invisible
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids walks into the room while I'm on the phone and asks for something. Inside, I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone,or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible.
The Invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: "Can you fix this?" "Can you tie this?" "Can you open this?" Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30, please." I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude -but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. "She's going, she's going, she's gone!"
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a hair clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned tome with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought you this." It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
"To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. I would discover what would become for me four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have norecord of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that theeyes of God saw everything. A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it." And the workman replied, "Because God will see."
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree. When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table." That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. Then, if there is anything to say to his friend, it could be, "You're gonna love it here!"
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
I'm Invisible
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids walks into the room while I'm on the phone and asks for something. Inside, I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?" Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone,or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible.
The Invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: "Can you fix this?" "Can you tie this?" "Can you open this?" Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30, please." I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude -but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. "She's going, she's going, she's gone!"
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a hair clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned tome with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought you this." It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
"To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. I would discover what would become for me four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have norecord of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that theeyes of God saw everything. A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it." And the workman replied, "Because God will see."
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree. When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table." That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. Then, if there is anything to say to his friend, it could be, "You're gonna love it here!"
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Funny...
Dear Tech Support,
Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a distinct slow down in overall system performance -- particularly in the flower and jewelry applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.
In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5 and then installed undesirable programs such as NFL 5.0, NBA 3.0, and Golf Clubs 4.1.
Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and Housecleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system. I've tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail. What can I do?
Signed, Desperate
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Dear Desperate:
First keep in mind, Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while Husband 1.0 is an Operating System.
Please enter the command: 'I Thought You Loved Me.exe', try to download Tears 6.2 and don't forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update. If that application works as designed, Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewelry 2.0 and Flowers 3.5. But remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0 or Beer 6.1. Beer 6.1 is a very bad program that will download the Snoring Loudly Beta.
Whatever you do, DO NOT install Mother-in-law 1.0 It runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources. Also, do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0 program. These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband 1.0
In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly. You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance. We recommend Food 3.0 and Hot Lingerie 7.7.
Good Luck, Tech Support
Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a distinct slow down in overall system performance -- particularly in the flower and jewelry applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.
In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5 and then installed undesirable programs such as NFL 5.0, NBA 3.0, and Golf Clubs 4.1.
Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and Housecleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system. I've tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail. What can I do?
Signed, Desperate
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Dear Desperate:
First keep in mind, Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while Husband 1.0 is an Operating System.
Please enter the command: 'I Thought You Loved Me.exe', try to download Tears 6.2 and don't forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update. If that application works as designed, Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewelry 2.0 and Flowers 3.5. But remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0 or Beer 6.1. Beer 6.1 is a very bad program that will download the Snoring Loudly Beta.
Whatever you do, DO NOT install Mother-in-law 1.0 It runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources. Also, do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0 program. These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband 1.0
In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly. You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance. We recommend Food 3.0 and Hot Lingerie 7.7.
Good Luck, Tech Support
Ugh...Sick!!!!!
Oh, boy I am so sick! I hate being sick, it sucks!!! I have some sort of stomach thing, not sure what. I have an appointment with my M.D. at 11:30. Then I have to get the deposit from work and then deposit it.
I really can't wait to feel better. Send me lots of healing vibes.
I really can't wait to feel better. Send me lots of healing vibes.
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