Up at 6am
At work by 7:15
Who did I piss off?
Twelve hour workdays
I’m getting too old for this
Also too lazy
Broccoli and rum
Don’t tell me that they don’t make
A balanced dinner
Damn it workplaces
Stop giving me free candy
My butt is a shelf
Although I complain
Life is pretty good right now
Just need to add sleep
Last night, returning from another 13 hour work day, I tried to open my front door with the little button on my keychain that unlocks my car.
Yeah. Didn’t work.
I need a Halloween costume! It needs to be wittily hilarious. Or poignantly sexy. Or classically gauche. Or all or none of the above.
Apparently everyone at my new office dresses up for Halloween. And there’s a chili cookoff! Awesome, right? Except now the pressure is on. It’s my time to shine! And I don’t think I can go as Sarah Palin as I’d planned, because it might be a little more provocative than I am really ready to deal with after less than a month on the job.
A sexy nurse? An unconventionally attractive nurse, but there’s just something about her? A tank? A bunch of grapes? I’m at a loss. And I have ten days.
My posting might be a little disconnected or crazy-like over the next couple of weeks. I am starting a new job, and, because life is hilarious like that, will be working a different, temporary job in the evenings at the same time for the first two weeks of new job. Excitinggg! Wish me luck.
Whoah-whoah, temping for a living. Whoah-whoah, taking what they’re giving….I’m takin’ what they’re givin’ ’cause I’m tempin’ for a livinggg
Oooh, I just filed with my arms til night…must have been something you said. Should have walked awayyyy
My mouse, is a very very very bad mouse…with two cracks in the cord, ty-ping is also hard.
How difficult can it be to find a decent looking pantsuit (or just a suit-jacket!) that doesn’t make me feel like I raided my mom’s closet?
I need to dress for a job interview, not a tea party with my favorite stuffed animals.
Is it just me, or did Target used to sell clothes that you could wear to work post-college? When did it become Boring Wet Seal? If you’re not on the debate team or going to the library to study for finals and hoping to run into that cute boy from history class, it’s USELESS.
Sigh. This is what happens to me when I start temping again. It isn’t pretty, folks.
Not to mention the fact that the dog is used to having a stay at home mom, and today I left him alone for 10 hours. Why don’t we have a cat? From my understanding, you come home to a cat and if you’re lucky it nods in your direction. The dog wraps himself around my legs while quivering in paroxysms of fear and joy.
“PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!!!! Whatever I did, I’m sorry! I’m SO SORRY! AAAAUUUUGH PANT PANT PANT DROOL.” I can’t even bring myself to meet the terrible shell-shocked look that is still in his eyes.
Eight hours of data entry and no internet make Molly something-something.
Oh, right. Drink wine!
Man, I love coming home to a glass of wine at the end of a long day. Who’s with me? What’s your favorite way to unwind?
Hi! I’ve been away! It’s been awhile! I am sorry.
Holy Bat Museum!
I spent the last week in Louisville, KY for a conference. I have to admit that I LOVE traveling for work. At least, the traveling I have done for this job, which is the extent of my traveling-for-work experience. The only conference I go to lasts almost a week long, and the last two years, it’s been in a neat city that I never would have visited otherwise. Last year it was Minneapolis, and this year it was Louisville. Last year I ended up having dinner with a friend of the family who convinced me to start this blog, and thus was born I Heard Tell. I also toured the Walker Art Center’s Sculpture garden, home of Spoonbridge and Cherry:
Spoony spoon spoon
And visited the Mall of America. There were a total of FOUR “Lids” stores in the Mall of America. That’s right, four of the same chain of baseball hat stores in one mall. It boggled the mind. In response, I bought a Mall of America shotglass.
Conference also means a week of high-class hotel living. This year my room had two beds in it! On the first night I started out in one bed, and then hopped into the other in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. I awoke in the morning confused, but somehow smug. This room also had two sinks, but no closet or fridge.
Which leads to the downside. Hotel living is not perfect. I don’t love eating out for every meal, because I miss planning my own meals, cooking, and having a refrigerator. There is something bizarrely rustic about buying a bottle of cranberry juice and keeping it cold by storing it on a frigid air conditioning vent. And by rustic, I probably mean wasteful. You’re kind of roughing it, but not really, but you’re still not really comfortable.
You do get to expense your meals, which is exciting, although it still makes me feel guilty, because I work for a small nonprofit. Although last week one of my dinners consisted of cookies and pretzels, so I don’t think the lifestyle to which I am accustomed was really a serious drain on my company’s bank account.
During the one-week trip I suffered a fever and sinus infection. (Another thing I love about hotels is that you can pick up the phone in the dead of night and someone on the other end will tell you where you can buy Tylenol at 2am. ) I also endured a harrowing late-night illness after dinner at Joe’s Crab Shack (perhaps I should have known that I was tempting fate by ordering the crab-stuffed shrimp; in any event I’m glad I didn’t also buy a t-shirt from there because I now have enough memories from Joe’s Crab Shack).
Despite all this, I had a fun time in Louisville. It seems like a city that’s working hard to attract tourism. There were all sorts of cool museums that my convention-booth hours did not permit me to visit– although I did get a chance to peer into the windows of the bat factory at the Louisville Slugger Museum. I think I gained about as much insight and entertainment by doing that as I would have by actually going on the tour, because they’re bats.
There is a certain children’s book author that my company sells a lot of books by who comes out with a new 10 page children’s board book every 48 hours or so. They’re silly, and they rhyme, and they sell like HOT CAKES. I would like to be at that point in my career.
“Hey while I was waiting at the checkout line I wrote a rhyming book about toes. Now I have a billion more dollars! Sweet.”