That Just Happened!

The final day of Happiness week.  The things that have made me happy so far are Angus (my pug), going to the theater to see awesome shows (like Wicked), flowers for no reason (especially daisies) and winning things.  There are so many other things that make me happy.  Sunny days, decaf-grande-non-fat-no-whip-mochas from Starbucks, going to the bookstore…  

I recently realized I need to start appreciating the things that make me happy and that means actively seeking them out, so this week I did Happiness week.  These things all made me happy in the last 5 days.  Now, I am not a natural optimist, or cheery person, like Mille.  I am not a busy, call-it-like-it is new wife like Stephtastic.  I’m not an amazing, plethora of fun-filled facts of book and film like Kricket.  I don’t have the ability to create magical worlds like my bloggie friend Blond Duck.  I am not a hilarious mom like Jenners (whose blog is one of the first I ever read and started following). But I can learn from each of them.   

Day 5 is about friends and family.  People that are always there to laugh with, leave a supportive comment, or share experiences with, whether they are in the real world or in blogland.  MPW, and The Art Owl (formerly known as Jamo!) are two men in my life who I can always count on.  I have an extensive family and dear friends who sometimes get featured on the blog, but always let me know they read it.  Friends and family are always there to lend a helping hand and to offer kind words of wisdom and advice.  Friends and family are really why I started this blog just over 1 year ago.  

I’ve been blogging for a year (as of October 5th) and have 189 posts (this is my 190th) and 794 comments.  It’s those comments that keep me coming back for more.  The sharing of the craziness that can sometimes be life and all the reads along the way.  I’ve talked about work, family, weddings, engagements, books, challenges, friends, my life at home, and shoes.  Thanks for sticking around through my first year, I hope you are here for the second.   

Not my 1st Bday, but I AM wearing a tiara.

* This occured on Monday, I just wanted to take some time to calm down a bit before I published it*

So I came into work this morning and I was the only one here.  Apparently M, who does customer service, wasn’t in this morning, but no one tells me that despite the fact I am only in at this ungodly hour because of service.  So I could at least have gone for a coffee or something.

I was getting so mad (this is really just one of many many many  things that drives me crazy about this place which is why I have worked out an alternate schedule for myself which amounts to me being temporarily unemployed) so I called MPW to vent a bit.  Well, one of my coworkers came in (an hour and half after I started btw) and may  definitely overheard some language unbecoming of a lady as I extolled the virtues of punching people in the face and pouted about how under-appreciated I am. Ha.

So, this coworker goes to reception and a call comes in.  Obviously  M is not in because her station is empty and you can’t hear her swearing at customers on the phone, yet the receptionist proceeds to page her at her desk.  Then he picks up the line and tells the customer M won’t be in til 10.

So…you  knew she wasn’t going to be in, you were just trying to cover your tracks so you would not be the recipient of said punch in the face.

Apparently my reputation proceeds me.

Oh, and M did come in at 10 and has proceeded to spend 15 minutes clipping and filing her nails at her desk.  And let’s not even talk about the service manager’s disdain for anyone not Italian and from the village of his “paisan” or whatever.

Yeah, That Just Happened!

Okay, so I have already blogged about the ridiculousness of this office.  Although I can appreciate the attempt at building a Fortress of Solitude it is a little lame to be literally removing yourself from the rest of  your coworkers. 

I work in a very small office with about 3 other people and my boss. Occasionally other guys come in to use their desk/photocopier/bathroom and foul up the atmosphere with horrible language and generally degrading behaviour. So today this guy comes in and calls over the founder of the No Homers Allowed Club and goes into the front lobby to see the other member of their No Girls Allowed Club. Then shuts the doors. Where they have been for the last 20 minutes.

Probably talking about how they hate it when their Mom’s make them give them a kiss goodbye in front of their friends and how WOW2 is sooo  much lamer than WOW3.  Because that’s what teenage boys talk about right? Oh well, back to work for the rest of us stinky girls *there are two girls in the office.  Me and one other.* It does make me wonder if being a joint member of the No Homers Allowed Club (with exclusive use of the Fortress of Solitude) and the No Girls Allowed Club means you can combine your dues to save money.  Hey, allowance money doesn’t go far these days!

Yeah, That Just Happened!