I Hate Tardy People!

I was volunteered to go to the Airport Store to do a floorset with a girl from marketing.  We were supposed to go at noon.  Time currently:  12:30.  Where the heck is she!!!  I didn't want to go do this b/c I'm new and have a million and one things to get rid of, so now I'm leaving the office to help some girl I don't know, in a store that I don't know, with merchandise I don't know, at the airport, where I don't know as well.  Argh!  I hate tardiness!!

I'm also starving, which could attribute to why I'm so bitter.  I have no cash, and since we were going to the airport I thought I'd pick something up on the way there.  So now it's 12:34 and still no chicky.  I don't know if I should go out and get food, or stick around and wait for her late ass ass. 

Everyone around me is eating their lunch.  All I've had is a hard boiled egg, and a small cup of crappy vending machine coffee, when what I really want is to go across the street to Barnes and Noble to get a Mocha.  Oh wait!  That's my old cushy job.  Why the hell did I ever think getting married was a good reason to sacrifice my old job?  The only thing that makes me feel better about the amenities of ole P1 is that they are moving, and they too will no longer have the spoiled convienience of Sundance Square.  Pretty soon, all of my old coworkers will know the suffering of having to leave campus every time they don't bring their own food, or don't want to eat in the crappy ass cafeteria.

Why oh why did I ever leave anyway.  Do you know how much it sucks having to be the new person?  I have to learn so much, when all I had to do in the old job was everything.  At least I knew everything there.  I could do what I wanted.  Now I'm a little peeon that knows nothing about anything.  :o(  Woah is me.  I hate their systems here.  They are slow, and not logically setup.  I miss my created just for me, by me system that I left behind.  Hmmmm Maybe I can create the new system here.  I know change is supposed to be good, but I'm starting to wonder.  Yes, I've got a fabulous husband, who gets sexier everytime I see him, and Yes, I've got a job that is paying me more money than previously.  But I'm tired all the time, stressed out because work is building up, and irritated that this marketing chic still isn't around and it is now 12:40.  Wow.  I think I may be a fast typer... :o$  I wonder if I should become a court reporter? 

Lazy Woman's Complaints

Blah blah blah, woah is me...
Blah blah blah had a headache all day long...
Blah blah blah haven't accomplished anything at work today...
Blah blah blah it's raining today and traffic is going to be a bitch for my drive to boony land.
Blah blah blah hope I get approved for my apartment soon.  I suddenly have a fear that they'll find something not nice on my credit report or criminal background check...yadda yadda yadda

Fish Blood

So, I decided to be a follower, and wear jeans to work today.  Even though it's not Friday, and even though everyone else wears them all week long.  So I pulled out my favorite New York & Company jeans, put them on, and walked out the door.  (My top was on as well.)

Then today I'm sitting in our Employee of the Month meeting and see a spot on my knee.  So I stare at it trying to figure out what that is, and how I got it. . . Stare some more. . . Then it hits me!  These are the pants I was wearing when we went fishing and one of the fish that swallowed my hook whole projectile bled onto my pants!  So I'm sitting at work today, in my jeans, with that a fish blood stain on the right knee.  I think it might be time to retire these pants. . . Sigh.  I love these pants.  Maybe I'll make them my official fishing pants.

Funny

I was just told that I'm funny.  I think it's weird that people think this about me since I think I'm pretty boring.

Why Qdoba's Better

1.  It's more than just hot sauce.  It's wonderfully smoked flavor
2.  They pile all the contents on top of eachother, so you get a good mix of all ingredients at once.
     (not like Chipotle, where they layer them all in, so sometimes you get a bit of only sour
     cream, or just a bite of cheeze.)
3.  The frequent biters club
4.  The burrito rollers know what they are doing, therefore making the assembly process faster.
6.  It doesn't give me gas
7.  It's just yummier!

-late additions-
8.  The tortilla's are crunchie, not soft.
9.  The hot sauce is clumpy and weird.

Is it to early to pass judgment?

I have been here at Wilkins for what?  Two weeks now?  I hadn't really worked with my boss the first week because it was a short week, she was busy, and I was in training.  All last week she was on vacation.  This week she is back, and is already the topic of my complaints.  I hate to complain so soon in the game, but it's so hard not to after the 2 days I've had working with her.  Should I repeat that I've only been working with her for TWO, count them, one, two; days!!!  And I've already got complaints.  Now, my old boss (who shall remain nameless in here) wasn't perfect.  But I had few complaints about her.  My largest complaint about her is that she needed some balls.  She needed to stand up and fight more for things that the department needed.  I see so much ability for growth in that department.  All it needs is a good leader to make it all happen.  If I was the SAM of that department, I'd have lots of things in the works that would be good.  I'd be a little bee in my superiors ears.  Anyway, that's not the topic of my discussion today.  So I'll save that rant for another day.

My complaints today are about how my boss won't shut the hell up!  She's one of those, talk really fast, interrupt you to finish your thoughts, people.  So for the past two days, whenever I have been trying to explain something to her it goes something like this,
me, "well, I started out thinking that I should run a query on the"
her, "on the individual styles.  I see, that would make sense because... blah blah blah."
me, after a long period of trying to get a word in, "no, actually I was thinking we should run a query on the"
her, "oh.  I see, you want to run a query on the blah blah blah blah....."
me, after another long period of her trying to guess what I'm saying, "no actually..."
I think you get the point.  And the problem with that is that it is all a big waist of time.  If she'd just shut up and let me explain something then we'd be done with it in a fraction of the time it took to have that frickin' conversation!!!!!  And it's not just me she does it to, so don't think I'm just picky or judemental.  She did the same thing when we were talking to her boss several times.   (Now, this boss, I think I love.  She's so good as listening, and understanding what your asking/saying, and then she explains things perfectly so you leave her office without a single question.  Who I can talk more about in a later post.)   

So basically.  I'm thinking I'm not going to like my new boss.  I hope she stops being anoying like that after she gets settled back in to her daily routine.  Maybe things are just really hectic for her right now since she's been on vacation.  But I'm thinkin' my quickly forming opinion isn't going to be changing for the better.... Sigh.

I've never had so much fun failing miserably

This weekend I decided to learn to water ski.  Let me tell you, I don't think I've laughed so hard at myself in a very long time.  From the second I jumped into the sub-zero temperature lake (actually, it wasn't so bad once I was in for a while) I should have known it was going to be a very long and tiring day. 
 
Who would have known that putting on water ski's in water would be so hard to do?  I think it took me a good 20 minutes to finally get the skis on.  Then I had to figure out how to sit there in "the skiers position", that took me probably another 20 minutes.  Meanwhile my husband and his sister are sitting in the boat laughing their butts off at me because I can't get my left foot to hold the ski up correctly.  And I'm choaking on water, and laughing at myself.  I don't think I have ever felt so vulnerable in my whole life.  I couldn't do anything well.
 
So I finally figure it out, and it's time for me to try to ski.  Right?  Well, the first try was a horrible bust.  I'm not sure how much water I swallowed, but I am pretty sure the lake is a couple inches lower than is was before I started.  The second time I did a little better - At least I didn't suck down a bunch of water.  I almost got up, but then I did the splits, and fell over.  My legs this morning by the way are killing me.  I can barely walk without feeling pain in my thighs.
 
So then I continued to try, determined to get up on these damn skis.  Stupid sport.  But I was determined.  Needless to say, many many MANY trys later, I still had not succeeded in getting up completely.  Even though I did come close several times.  I finally gave up with a I fell backwards and I was seriously worried that when I found my left ski that my foot and ankle would still be in it. 
 
So I gave up before I seriously killed my pathetic self.  But not before I vowed not to give up next time until I at least get completely up for a second or two.  At least it was fun, and my husband and his sister can feel like they are professionals all because of me.  Who cares that every bone and muscle in my body is sore today, and I'm walking like a geriatric patient.  Who knew that learning a water sport would be so humbling?  ;o)

Condoms and Glue Sticks

So.... I have just been informed by my husband that I need to buy more condoms.  (side note:  This is because we were too poor to afford my birthcontrol last month, so I am currently "au-natural")  So anyway.  I have to go to Walmart to buy a glue stick to put together my Thank-you cards.  (you might ask why... This is because the photos that go in my cards are too small for the allotted slots and they won't stay in place, so I'm glue sticking them in.)  So I'm going to walk into Walmart with my $8 and purchase one glue stick, and one 3-pack of condoms.
 
I wonder what the cashier is going to think I'm doing with them?

I hate my sister

Everyone wonders why I hate my sister.  "Why are you so mean to her?" they ask.  The truth is, anyone who knows me, and has met my sister, soon figures out why I don't bother with her.
Here's a recent list of grievances
1.  She wears ivory on my wedding day.  - Tacky
2.  Her obtrusive boyfriend insults my photographer while standing right behind her.  -who the hell does he think he and his uni-brow are anyway?!  He's no frikin' professional photographer.
3.  Her and her boyfriend publish their photos of my personal wedding day on their site without asking if Darin or I am ok with it.
4.  Then, she decides to distribute these photos to anyone who asks for them, again, without asking me, so now she has ruined my ability to show my relatives myself the photos of my wedding.  As well as allowing them to print whatever photos they wish, so if I choose to give them a photo as a gift, it is highly possible they already have it printed and framed themselves.  Therefore making my gift pretty crappy.
5.  She emails me and tells me I should thank her for all she's done.
6.  I email her back and tell her I haven't thanked her because it was all done without my permission, and even though she thought it was a good idea, it was her idea, and done for her proposes in mind.  Not mine.  So that is why I haven't thanked her.
7.  She emails me back and tells me she has taken down the photos because it is clear that I don't want them up.  - proving my point in the first place.  She doesn't ever bother to ask what someone else would like.
 
Of course this is the short of it.  There are better details.  But I won't bore you with my rant.  I hate her. I wish she would fall off the face of the earth.  Not die, because she'd haunt me and try to do bad things to me in her afterlife.  I just want her to be locked in a tiny cell somewhere.  Think that's possible?  I don't think it's too much to ask for my sanity.
 

Eight Dollars

I have $8.00. 'nough said.

Did you say what?!

So, I attended my first 2 hour meeting today with the accessories group. Wow. These people cus worse than sailors! I was a little surprised, and relieved to hear it. Now I know how layed back these people really are. They swear in their normal sentences, even when they aren't pissed at anything at all! I think I'm going to like here a lot.

My first happy hour is tonight as well! woo hoo!

Gettin' Settled & Startin' Work

So I'm trying to get settled in this crappy transit city. I don't know what the hell the city planners were thinking when they planned and built the roads, but none of them work as they should. Anyone who has ever complained about Dallas' traffic has got to get a life. On my first Day of work it took me an hour and ten minutes to get to work. Now, granted I my aunt's house, with whom I'm staying, is on the southeast part of the city, and Wilsons Leather is on the Northwest part of the city. BUT STILL! Today it did only take me 45 minutes so I guess that's not so bad. So I'll shut up.

Now let's talk weather. I believe it is going to snow soon. It has rained for like 4 days straight. So much so that I thought that perhaps I moved to Seattle somehow by accident. Today it is supposed to be 55 degrees! I repeat 55 Degrees! Is this winter? How did I go so wrong? What did I do to my spoiled little life in Fort Worth? I don't know what I'm going to do. Everyone here is running around in open toe shoes, and I want to put on my wool coat and mittens.

Work. Let me tell you about work now! OH MY GOD! First. The atmosphere is "business casual". So naturally, I think dress pants, skirts and such. Apparently in this industry that is not what it means. I showed up to work yesterday (my first day) in a cute black linen skirt with red embossed flowers on it, and a knit top. (To me, somewhat dressed down, because I didn't want to appear too stuffy.) So here I go. Thinking I'm a little under dressed, but still appropriate and cute. I walk in and the HR manager is looking more like casual Saturday. You know, laying around the house wear. Then I am shuffled down to my department where my new boss is wearing (I think jeans, I don't remember) and a black leather Wilsons baseball cap. Her hair is pulled through the back hole like women do on the weekends to hide their bed-head. All the girls I met yesterday were wearing jeans (even though they were designer) and casual (yet fashionable) tops. Most of them had cute stiletto shoes on too. So, apparently, "business casual" in the Wilsons Leather world means jeans all week long. I'm pretty curious to see what they show up wearing on Friday. Maybe their pj's. ;o) So.... I guess I now need to go shopping for some seven jeans or better. Any reason is a good reason to go shopping isn't it? Of course it is!

All the people here are young looking. The two buyers for my department look like they are my age. I think I may have seen all of two people that may or may not be over the age of 40. So that is very cool. They are having a happy hour on Thursday that I'm excited about, and later in the month they are doing a boat trip DURING THE WORK DAY on Friday starting at 1:00. They are also supplying us with 2 drink coupons. So I am hoping the social atmosphere is much better than that of P1. I'll let you know how tomorrow goes! I wish I had my Cesar here so he could go with me so I don't feel like a loser. But oh well, I guess I need to break my Cesar umbilical cord. :o)

Let's see, what else should I write about? I don't know really. There is so much to talk about. This weekend there is a Dumont (the town of 200 next to Wheaton) Street Dance so I will have to head out directly after work on Friday to make it there by 9:00pm. It should be fun. Basically there is live music and everyone walks around the street drinking. One fabulous thing about small towns is that the alcohol is cheap! Who doesn't love that! Then on Sunday we have our boring reception. I hope that everyone gives us money, because I have no more room for kitchen supplies.

I better run now, the girl who is training me just showed up. A size 4 (if even that) 16 week pregnant Russian girl who is leaving me on my own next week to go on vacation in Russia.