Like I said, I won't give specifics about my work. That means company and names. But that won't stop me from sharing my own bad behavior.
Our conference room has huge windows facing the Main St mall.
This can get a bit distracting if you are familiar with what comes and goes in this area. Today, while sitting literal inches from the corporate VP I start staring out the windows. Some pretty great shit happened. I saw three...THREE... men with weird crap tied to their head. One was carrying multiple mason jar of pink liquid. But the best was this dude with a mullet and white tank top. Business in the front? That party went allll the way down his back! I'm proud of myself for not screaming THAT IS AWESOME!!!!!
Came home tonight and this happened;
N; blah blah blah awesome mullet!
M; Did you take a picture?
N; No! I forgot my phone!
M; You fail.
Ass.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Oh hey!
Hey! Its been a while huh? So since the last time I posted I spent a lot more time without a job then I expected. I had a bunch of interviews that didn't turn out. But mostly (and I didn't realize this) I had forgotten that working can actually be a great thing. Long story short, some situations at my last place of employment made me forget that work can actually be great for me (please remind me of that at 7 am tomorrow).
I am not raising a child so there have been no updates about what some cute little crumb snatcher is up to and a blog does not survive on details about the laundry I did or the 8,000th time I watched an episode of Seinfeld. Hence radio silence. But a good friend (SC) encouraged me to come back here and I appreciate the encouragement.
So here is the run down...
It finally came time to admit I needed to enter life again. I went with a job placement agency and almost immediately got placed at a job. I have a rule about not giving the specifics of work and this job is no different. I'll say this; I pay people. Lots of them. In four states. It is a bit overwhelming but WOW, I am a total junky for the success I feel at work again. I had completely forgotten how great it is to do a job well done.
I will say I work in downtown Memphis. This creates stories on its own and I will catch you up on those in time (think monster trucks outside my office on a Friday). This also means I walk two blocks from my car to my office and back. NOT COOL. But I work in this cool, renovated building and have my own office which makes me feel important and what not. I still jack stuff up but I'm getting better. It has been so much to learn but a lot of happy dances have happened because "holy crap! I've got this!"
The Dingo and I have gotten married since the last post which makes the Dingo joke obsolete. May I introduce you to Matt? My husband. I'm Nik or Nikki D (no, the D does not stand for doodle). I plan on coming back here more often from now on.
Thanks SC for wanting to know the randomness that is going on in my life! And anyone else that reads this. Loves!
P.S. Matt just got up and got himself something out of the kitchen without asking me to do it! If you know us you understand that is CRAZY!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
It's Been a While, Here is Why
So, I think I have lost anything near the status of "blogger" I may have had before. I haven't even logged into my account for nearly two months. Here's why;
As I said in previous posts, I no longer have a job. I thought that was going to free up my time and brain to write tons and tons of awesome posts. Well, something else replaced the parts of my brain that work use to occupy. My grandmother.
My Nanny was put on hospice months ago. It was nothing urgent, as in you have two weeks. We were told it could be years but the doctors determined that COPD was going to eventually take her life so arrangements were made so that passing could happen at home. The word "hospice" was unsettling but not yet upsetting. However, about a month ago Nanny fell in the middle of the night and smacked her elbow. Now, if you have lost an elderly person you know something as slight as a smacked elbow can turn everything on its end. After her fall her health began deteriorating fast. It was established that she couldn't be home alone. My unemployment quickly became a blessing. My mom needed help, I became official errand runner. But more importantly I was able to spend a lot of time with my grandmother that I wouldn't have had I had a job. Nanny passed away last week and her service was this past Monday.
All this to say; my mind has been mostly occupied with that part of my life and I knew no one wanted to hear the tiny details of my grandmother's health. So I stayed away from the interwebs until I had something else to say.
I still don't have a ton to say but I'm sticking my foot back in the door. In other news, I'm finally starting to look into getting a new job. That's right, I haven't really been looking for a job. Along with being the family errand runner I have spent my time organizing junk in my house. When you become unemployed you think "wow, what am I going to do with myself?" Well, let me tell you, all the crap projects you thought before "I would clean that up/organize it if I had more time" start staring you in the face. I actually made a list to keep it all straight. Today I rearranged our pantry. Woohoo!
I have no clue what I want to do work wise in the future but it's time to get on that horse and figure it out. If nothing else I am no longer in the mood to convince the Dingo, a man that does not nor has ever owned a hairbush, that a $40 hair cut is an absolutely necessary expense. Don't even get me started on the Starbucks conversations. He wins every time with "You don't even drink caffeine." This is not a valid excuse for the fact that I have yet to have a Pumpkin Spiced Latte!
All right, that's all for now. I'm going to be around more in the future. Promise.
As I said in previous posts, I no longer have a job. I thought that was going to free up my time and brain to write tons and tons of awesome posts. Well, something else replaced the parts of my brain that work use to occupy. My grandmother.
My Nanny was put on hospice months ago. It was nothing urgent, as in you have two weeks. We were told it could be years but the doctors determined that COPD was going to eventually take her life so arrangements were made so that passing could happen at home. The word "hospice" was unsettling but not yet upsetting. However, about a month ago Nanny fell in the middle of the night and smacked her elbow. Now, if you have lost an elderly person you know something as slight as a smacked elbow can turn everything on its end. After her fall her health began deteriorating fast. It was established that she couldn't be home alone. My unemployment quickly became a blessing. My mom needed help, I became official errand runner. But more importantly I was able to spend a lot of time with my grandmother that I wouldn't have had I had a job. Nanny passed away last week and her service was this past Monday.
All this to say; my mind has been mostly occupied with that part of my life and I knew no one wanted to hear the tiny details of my grandmother's health. So I stayed away from the interwebs until I had something else to say.
I still don't have a ton to say but I'm sticking my foot back in the door. In other news, I'm finally starting to look into getting a new job. That's right, I haven't really been looking for a job. Along with being the family errand runner I have spent my time organizing junk in my house. When you become unemployed you think "wow, what am I going to do with myself?" Well, let me tell you, all the crap projects you thought before "I would clean that up/organize it if I had more time" start staring you in the face. I actually made a list to keep it all straight. Today I rearranged our pantry. Woohoo!
I have no clue what I want to do work wise in the future but it's time to get on that horse and figure it out. If nothing else I am no longer in the mood to convince the Dingo, a man that does not nor has ever owned a hairbush, that a $40 hair cut is an absolutely necessary expense. Don't even get me started on the Starbucks conversations. He wins every time with "You don't even drink caffeine." This is not a valid excuse for the fact that I have yet to have a Pumpkin Spiced Latte!
All right, that's all for now. I'm going to be around more in the future. Promise.
Monday, August 30, 2010
I'll Never Learn
You do not take the Dingo to the store with you. Ever. Especially not a discount store.
My family has recently been forcing me to get a full medical run-down since there may be a brief gap in my health insurance approaching. I've been to the general practitioner for blood work and a check up, the eye doctor, and today the dentist. Since the Dingo was due for a cleaning also he took the afternoon off work and went to the dentist too. (Per usual, him? clean as a whistle. Me? Cavity. Ugh)
After my appointment we went to get a late lunch and I mentioned we should stop by the store because we were almost out of juice. Big mistake. Big. Big. Mistake. Huge. Because it was in close proximity we went to Dollar General. And the Dingo went nuts. I picked up both of our preferred juices and a box of cereal. So how did we walk out with six grocery bags? The Dingo! We now have a pantry full of peanut butter filled pretzels, cheese and crackers, cheese and peanut butter crackers, those teddy bear cookies...the list goes on. So, $40 later, we have juice and everything else the store sells.
On the up side, the Dingo reminded me to buy a new jar of peanut butter. Last week I mentioned to the Dingo that I must not like peanut butter anymore because while attempting to eat a sandwich I ended up throwing it up (sorry, TMI). For some reason this made him think that he would really like a PB&J (weirdo). Upon inspection the Dingo informed me that the peanut butter was two years expired!
Dingo: Doodle, you ate two year old peanut butter!
Doodle: No wonder I barfed! I didn't know peanut butter expired.
Dingo: You didn't think something with the word BUTTER in it would expire?!
Doodle: I thought it was just called that for its consistency.
Yep...I obviously never learn.
My family has recently been forcing me to get a full medical run-down since there may be a brief gap in my health insurance approaching. I've been to the general practitioner for blood work and a check up, the eye doctor, and today the dentist. Since the Dingo was due for a cleaning also he took the afternoon off work and went to the dentist too. (Per usual, him? clean as a whistle. Me? Cavity. Ugh)
After my appointment we went to get a late lunch and I mentioned we should stop by the store because we were almost out of juice. Big mistake. Big. Big. Mistake. Huge. Because it was in close proximity we went to Dollar General. And the Dingo went nuts. I picked up both of our preferred juices and a box of cereal. So how did we walk out with six grocery bags? The Dingo! We now have a pantry full of peanut butter filled pretzels, cheese and crackers, cheese and peanut butter crackers, those teddy bear cookies...the list goes on. So, $40 later, we have juice and everything else the store sells.
On the up side, the Dingo reminded me to buy a new jar of peanut butter. Last week I mentioned to the Dingo that I must not like peanut butter anymore because while attempting to eat a sandwich I ended up throwing it up (sorry, TMI). For some reason this made him think that he would really like a PB&J (weirdo). Upon inspection the Dingo informed me that the peanut butter was two years expired!
Dingo: Doodle, you ate two year old peanut butter!
Doodle: No wonder I barfed! I didn't know peanut butter expired.
Dingo: You didn't think something with the word BUTTER in it would expire?!
Doodle: I thought it was just called that for its consistency.
Yep...I obviously never learn.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Memphis Heritage Door Auction and a New Dress
Last night the Dingo and I attended the Memphis Heritage Door Auction (that may not be the official title). This is the second year for us to attend, originally drawn in because my mother and her friends participate in it, but it is also so fun. Basically, when an old building in Memphis is renovated one or more of the old doors are donated to the Memphis Heritage Foundation. Then, once a year, volunteer teams choose a door and make art out of it in any way they see fit. You would be amazed at what people come up with. I am always so impressed with what my mom and her friends come up with. They do beautiful mosaics. Last year was a mosaic of Elvis and this year it was a colorful retro/peace sign pattern. We won a piece in the auction last year. The door was cut down to the size of a large picture frame. I love it. (I put pictures from the Dingo and my trip to San Fran in it.)
Yes, that is a horrible picture taken with my iphone but you get the point.
This year was super great too. We bid on a wine cabinet (because the two we have is obviously not enough) but the bids got way higher than we were willing to go. However, this year they had a new addition, a room of clothes! All 70% off marked price. My mom pointed out a dress that she thought I would love, and I did. It was originally $135 so, with 70% off it was $40.50. The Dingo gave the go ahead to buy it (woohoo!) so I went to pay. The girl rang me up and said, "That will be $8." Wha? Not wanting to get her in trouble at her job I argued that that was waaayyy lower than I expected. She argued back that it was, in fact, $8. Ok, you win. So I walked away with a dress marked $135 for $8. Win.
I got curious about it today, wondering what kind of a steal I really got on this dress. I found this. The dress currently sells for $125! I'm so excited about the dress and what I paid for it. It's a perfect dress for Memphis. I can wear it now in the blistering heat with a pair of sandals but whenever fall gets here it will be great with a pair of tights. Honestly, if we have a normal Memphis winter (as apposed to the blizzards of last year) this could really be a year-round dress. When the Dingo heard the final price he immediately said, "well, hell, for those prices, is there anything else you want in here?" I love that man. Unfortunately the other dress I liked was way too big. Oh well.
All in all it was a wonderful evening. We had drinks and fun with friends and family looking at what some of the brilliant minds of Memphis artists can come up with. Dad got a little out of hand and bid on four different tables and we believe he won at least three (we left before the official close of the auction). So I have a few months to figure out where to put the new end table I am sure to get for Christmas. Haha.
Yes, that is a horrible picture taken with my iphone but you get the point.
This year was super great too. We bid on a wine cabinet (because the two we have is obviously not enough) but the bids got way higher than we were willing to go. However, this year they had a new addition, a room of clothes! All 70% off marked price. My mom pointed out a dress that she thought I would love, and I did. It was originally $135 so, with 70% off it was $40.50. The Dingo gave the go ahead to buy it (woohoo!) so I went to pay. The girl rang me up and said, "That will be $8." Wha? Not wanting to get her in trouble at her job I argued that that was waaayyy lower than I expected. She argued back that it was, in fact, $8. Ok, you win. So I walked away with a dress marked $135 for $8. Win.
I got curious about it today, wondering what kind of a steal I really got on this dress. I found this. The dress currently sells for $125! I'm so excited about the dress and what I paid for it. It's a perfect dress for Memphis. I can wear it now in the blistering heat with a pair of sandals but whenever fall gets here it will be great with a pair of tights. Honestly, if we have a normal Memphis winter (as apposed to the blizzards of last year) this could really be a year-round dress. When the Dingo heard the final price he immediately said, "well, hell, for those prices, is there anything else you want in here?" I love that man. Unfortunately the other dress I liked was way too big. Oh well.
All in all it was a wonderful evening. We had drinks and fun with friends and family looking at what some of the brilliant minds of Memphis artists can come up with. Dad got a little out of hand and bid on four different tables and we believe he won at least three (we left before the official close of the auction). So I have a few months to figure out where to put the new end table I am sure to get for Christmas. Haha.
PINECONES!
I have begun to fear for the Dingo's sanity and, in turn, my own. You see, he has been walking around the house lately argily repeating, "Pinecones! More pinecones, I have to pick up the pinecones!"
We are having major grass issues in our front yard. When we bought the house the whole front hill was ivy. Last fall we had it all pulled up and the Dingo planted grass. The grass grew and looked lovely...until about two months ago when it began to quickly die. Thinking it had to do with the horrible heat we (by that I mean the Dingo, are you kidding? I don't do anything with the yard) procrastinated in doing anything about it. Now it looks like someone set our front yard on fire. So, last weekend the Dingo went to Lowes and bought some kind of super great (expensive) grass seed and put it in the front yard. The Dingo is crazy excited about his grass. You know that phrase, it's as exciting as watching grass grow? Well, the sarcasm is lost on the Dingo as he often steps out front to look for any sign of growth.
If that doesn't lean you towards believing he may be a bit off, here is where the PINECONES come in (sorry, PINECONE is no longer a lower-case word in this household). Also in our front yard is a giant, huge, old pinetree. You saw that coming right? And it keeps dropping huge amounts of PINECONES on the front yard. I mean, three trash bags full in just a few days. How do I know how many trash bags they fill? Because the Dingo has to pick them all up. Turns out the PH in the pinecones (I'll stop with the caps, I think you got the point) will do something bad to the growth of his super great grass. So, I wake up most mornings to him screaming "There is more! There are MORE PINECONES." The other day he asked me what I thought the neighbors would say if they saw that tree in flames and him dancing around in the front yard. See? Fear for insanity.
We are having major grass issues in our front yard. When we bought the house the whole front hill was ivy. Last fall we had it all pulled up and the Dingo planted grass. The grass grew and looked lovely...until about two months ago when it began to quickly die. Thinking it had to do with the horrible heat we (by that I mean the Dingo, are you kidding? I don't do anything with the yard) procrastinated in doing anything about it. Now it looks like someone set our front yard on fire. So, last weekend the Dingo went to Lowes and bought some kind of super great (expensive) grass seed and put it in the front yard. The Dingo is crazy excited about his grass. You know that phrase, it's as exciting as watching grass grow? Well, the sarcasm is lost on the Dingo as he often steps out front to look for any sign of growth.
If that doesn't lean you towards believing he may be a bit off, here is where the PINECONES come in (sorry, PINECONE is no longer a lower-case word in this household). Also in our front yard is a giant, huge, old pinetree. You saw that coming right? And it keeps dropping huge amounts of PINECONES on the front yard. I mean, three trash bags full in just a few days. How do I know how many trash bags they fill? Because the Dingo has to pick them all up. Turns out the PH in the pinecones (I'll stop with the caps, I think you got the point) will do something bad to the growth of his super great grass. So, I wake up most mornings to him screaming "There is more! There are MORE PINECONES." The other day he asked me what I thought the neighbors would say if they saw that tree in flames and him dancing around in the front yard. See? Fear for insanity.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Tiny Feet
Yesterday I received an invitation for the Dingo and I to attend his boss's wife's baby shower for twin boys. Both boss and wife are actually personal friends even when the clock is off so I am totally excited to celebrate two long awaited little ones. One problem: What do I buy her?!
I tend to rebel a bit and go away from the registry. I know I may hate people like me after my wedding or (someday) child. But I choose to believe you wanted it, needed it, and just didn't know it yet. In this situation it happens to be socks. Socks that look like sneakers or cowboy boots. I'm back at trumpette.com I love love love their stuff and now I am torn. Do I get the set of socks that look like cowboy boots or the little onsie that says "beyond fragile"? I really would like to crack up the Dingo's boss and he is definitely a country dude.
But I must ask; Those of you who have had kids, do you hate when people stray from the registry or are you excited about things you didn't know about? I'll bring a package of diapers too, I promise.
I tend to rebel a bit and go away from the registry. I know I may hate people like me after my wedding or (someday) child. But I choose to believe you wanted it, needed it, and just didn't know it yet. In this situation it happens to be socks. Socks that look like sneakers or cowboy boots. I'm back at trumpette.com I love love love their stuff and now I am torn. Do I get the set of socks that look like cowboy boots or the little onsie that says "beyond fragile"? I really would like to crack up the Dingo's boss and he is definitely a country dude.
But I must ask; Those of you who have had kids, do you hate when people stray from the registry or are you excited about things you didn't know about? I'll bring a package of diapers too, I promise.
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