Ms. Congeniality

I met this lovely woman when I was in Reading on business at the beginning of the month. She was so lovely in fact that at lunch I told my boss that I would need to get used to people in the northeast because I took things personally that I shouldn't. He chimed in that I probably should... because he did.

Okay, so it wasn't just me. She was a beast of a lady. No big deal. I don't do much business in that area anyway and I would keep my positive attitude down here and she could keep here unpleasant attitude up there. Deal.

No deal?

Today she sends an email to someone else on my team asking for an update on something that I do. Now, I understand that sometimes people get confused as to who does what. But she basically asked for information on ice cream in a world where my title would be Director of Ice Cream Information. Okay. Fine. Ask the Director of Peanut Sauces. Whatever.

But she copied another person on it. Someone who's not even in the business of soft foods like sauces and ice creams.

And the email? "Please provide the update."

Umm... sure robot lady. Is this a rude email? Not as a stand alone. Short? Perhaps.

The last email form her included... "I will be going there tomorrow and wanted to know if there was any follow through."

Really?

No, I just sit at my desk for 10+ hours a day playing Words with Friends with the 2 people left in the state who haven't moved onto another game already.

All this from woman who told me (the Director of Ice Cream Information) that the best way to get new ice cream flavors is to steal it from someone else. The woman who told me I needed to give her an update on the mouse ice cream when we were working on mango... one letter on the front end does not yield the same result. The woman who asked me if I knew anything about ice cream even though a very reputable food company gave me the ice cream job with a director title. The woman who told me she could do it better even though the closest thing to ice cream she's ever worked with are the frigid bits of frozen blood that course through her cold, mean heart. Oh, how I wish she would read this and agree with me while not realizing it is her.

She's horrid.

379.22.12

I just stumbled across the counter I made ages ago for New Guy. As of now, we're on 379 days, 22 hours, and 12 minutes. Makes me feel like I should stop calling him New Guy... Or not.

You Better Bring It!

Oh, it's already been broughten... or something...

I am a lucky girl! Chelsea had an extra ticket to Bring It On! The Musical. Who was I to say no? But, I would not be telling New Guy where I was going. Honestly, he doesn't need to know.

So I sneak away into the night like a woman on the brink of an illicit affair... with camping cheerleading musicals.

Woot!

This girl's getting a massage today. I'm going to bump out all the stresses from grad school in one fail swoop or relaxation. I'm going to let the massage therapist take out any aggression she may be having on the knots in my back. Yep, it's going to be awesome.

Sigh.

Homestretch

This is it. Today is the first day of the last semester of grad school.

Health Law, Business Law, Ethics, Health Services Management, New Venture Planning, Strategy, New Product Development.

37.5 hours down.

16.5 hours to go.

Brace yourself! It's going to fly by!

Meeting the Parents... Bust

Wow. What can I say about the trip to Austin?

Well, we spent most of our time not with his parents. Apparently seeing them was not actually that high on his list of things to do. We dis hang out with Nana, so that's a win for me.

So I met New Guy's mom and the three of us headed to Jason's Deli. New guy ordered a turkey sandwich... on Friday. His mom has perfected stink eye. Sweet Catholic New Guy should not be eating flesh meat on Friday. How do I know that? His mom let him know.

New Guy's brother apparently met a chef on Catholic Match. She's great! Of course no one has met her in real life (including New Guy's brother - no date yet) and the actual information on her is seriously limited. This does not matter however. The fact that she is looking for love (but only PG love) on Catholic Match makes her a winner. Being Protestant makes me a los-... not a winner. How do I know this? His mom suggested that he find a "nice girl" on Catholic Match. I know what you're thinking. "Why did he tell you all this?" He didn't. I was still sitting at the table across from her.

I tried to make conversation. No dice.

Then the kicker. So New guy gets up to go to the restroom and his mom gets up too. Okay, she needs to pee. Who am I to judge?

Wait.

Where is she heading?

Oh, to the salad bar. To stand there. And stare at me from about 15 feet away. 15 feet. 5 yards. Staring. Mean staring.

So, I cried. Not until I was in the car, but she got to me. Seriously though, who does that!?!

At least we don't have to go back until Thanksgiving.

In other news, I bumped into my oldest brothers girlfriend in the parking lot at random. That 2 minute conversation was the highlight of lunch.

Myspace Top 20

Sometimes I like to go back through old blog posts and see what I was thinking in 2006. The sad news... I had a blog years earlier than that, but I deleted it, along with the first hand account of being in college and being so broke that I ate a potato with NOTHING on it followed by a dessert of licking my finger then dipping it into a cap full of cupcake decorating sprinkles. Not to worry. I'm so broke now that I'm back in grad school, that if the guy I'm dating doesn't feed me this weekend, it will be sprinkles from the cap for me. I'll let you know.

More importantly, do you remember Myspace? It's like the Danny Bonaduce of the internet. Used to be fun, now it's just a sad sad place. Cryspace... :(

So apparently I needed a place to host photos for my Myspace top 20 (ooo... in your face Myspace, I broke the code of the top ten... doubled that bee-otch!) April 9th, 2006, frozen in time... BAM!

Before I can get to the point, I actually decided to check out my space... I don't remember it looking that way. You should look at yours... very strange.

So my MySpace top 20 from April 2006... most of you still exist...

Drum roll please...

• Kendall
• Michel
• Nathan
• Kyle
• Kayla
• Ryan
• Nicole
• Erica
• Zack
• Ollie
• Jennifer
• Jackie
• Jason
• Jodi
• Jenn
• Austin
• Gerond
• Darcey
• Chelsea
• Alecia

Wondering what you looked like back in the day? Something like this... or this...

Enjoy.

Sleeping Dogs

First, I'll start with my own sleeping dog. He's been having storm angst for the last few days. He doesn't do well with the hail and thunder, so neither of us get a lot of sleep. Today, he's done nothing but sleep. I'm certain he's trying to catch up... maybe that works for dogs. So I'm letting my sleeping dog lie... or something...

But what does that really mean? Let sleeping dogs lie.

It means one "shouldn't disturb a situation as it would result in trouble or complications."

So, you're just supposed to sit back and hope it works itself out? Well, that doesn't seem like it would work for anything except maybe clothes that are already in the dryer.